Ooof, Benedict with a breeding kink? Bestie, thats SO TRUE! If you have more on this, please please please share
Bestie this goes for you nasty <3 - Part of the E̴N̴T̴W̴I̴N̴E̴D̴ Series
To be Here
Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x f/reader
Warnings: +18 topics, very explicit imagery stuff
Notes: More of married life! Solid storyline but with nasty stuff too. I am already making a general Maserlist and this story's ML. Thank you for reading! Who is ready to see Benny baby heartbroken bc of Tilly Arnold? Don't worry, Sophie is coming!!
Benedict often thought about how he reached this point in his life. It seemed only yesterday he was a rebel of society's rules, a hedonistic gentleman between the crowd, the funny joke amongst the Bridgertons and the forever seeker of what his siblings were finding.
But now as he took one teaspoon of sugar and dropped it into a tea cup and avoided the milk at all costs he wondered how he got so smitten. He made sure to twirl the spoon with all his energy, he wanted you to drink it and beam at the flavour and as he looked through the window he spotted your curious stroll outside.
Your hair was loose, beautifully curved by the ends and your blue dress with its straight skirt and your short sleeves with a squared neckline made you look so tranquil as he always knew you needed to feel. He snorted however at your insistence; you walked again to the rose bushes and started picking some flowers that fell into a basket by your arm.
He silently stared at your figure as you took more flowers from a corner and then you laid by a blanket spread by the grass and laid the roses over them. You were creating something. The wind was playing with your hair as you moved, Benedict knew that even without a paintbrush he could spend an eternity looking at you.
He saw the way you took the flowers and split the petals, you organized them -by size, he learned- and then you took a small mortar and pestle and started crushing them. His mind went immediately to a few weeks ago, the day when he was painting in his studio and you entered with your smile and giggles telling him you might have dropped some of your pigmented materials in your dress and oh my when he turned... your complete chest was damped in whatever mixture you concocted and the violet water was spreading through your skirt.
He solved it by taking your dress off. It was the most beneficial mistake he could ever think of.
He looked down and "Damn it" the tea grew cold so he took it for himself and made sure to make another one only for you
When he stepped outside he breathed the humid air of Wiltshire and squinted at the sunlight.
“That dim studio of yours is damaging your eyesight” you mumbled not even staring up at him
Benedict smirked and sat in front of you, laying the new tea cup beside you. You were still focused on your flowers but the smell of the chamomile reached your nose.
You looked up and met the clear eyes of the loveliest man on Earth “Hi”
“Hello. Drink now before it gets cold again”
“Again?”
“Never you mind” he gave you the tea cup and waited until you sipped the warm liquid and he felt proud of doing it good for you as you smiled “Good?”
“Yes, thank you”
“What do you get here?”
“Nothing special”
“Tell me”
You shrugged “I never got my hands on any type of cosmetics, and now I want to see if I can do my own”
“Cosmetics?” He smiled seeing your dedication to your cause “You can get cosmetics rather than produce them”
You gave him a stoic face “By now you should know I enjoy mixing things… husband”
Benedict chortled “Forgive me I do know, my alchemist”
“And more with the fact that when I used to go to the Cowpers, me and Cressida took Mrs Cowper’s cosmetics and something smelled bad”
“You mean…?”
“Whatever is in there smelled like lead”
“Oh”
“Or ammonia” you nodded “Should I put it in my face? I believe not”
“I believe not too” he took the mortar and saw the crushed petals “My herbologist wife”
“Shush it” you took it from his hands “How is your paint going?”
“It is” he hummed next and looked at the sky “I wonder who wants a painting of a pond when you have the sky looking like such” Then he turned to see your hair falling to your face and you staring intently at the mixture of petals “or this view as well”
“Hmm?”
“Nothing. Sir Richard will come tomorrow to take a view at the painting”
“Sir Richard is the one whose daughter is getting married to the man with the weird moustache right?”
Benedict nodded “And I have heard something about that weird moustache man”
"Oh please do tell"
Sipping the tea and enchanting words of upper-class London Benedict you could quite put Lady Whistledown out of business. It was after dinner when you two parted ways for the late night. Benedict often despised the new routine he had after getting married. He felt the pressure of working most of the time with airs of copying Anthony's lifestyle. Oh he knew his brother would love the new him of glorious morning and tedious late-night work.
"At least I am not the first-born" he mumbled as he passed the brush over a missed spot by the corner
Yet, he might not be the firstborn but he sure still holds the Bridgerton name. Why on earth does he feel he must work and work? He does have a fair good amount of money to last through his lifetime and his future children's as well.
"Pffff" he groaned and let his hand drop the brush into the easel he looked around his studio and then up to the clock, 10 pm.
Wherever those nights go when he just stood still by the loveseat in front of the vanity and he watched as you performed such a delicate night routine? Wherever those moments of you naturally letting your gown fall over your naked body?
And now as he stepped surely but slowly inside the room, he now was greeted with your sleeping figure wrapped under the blankets but not his arms. He pouted and walked towards the bed, sitting by the edge and seeing the moonlight falling on your hair. He brushed your locks behind your ear and you shifted a little.
He stared for a while and answered his own question. People request painting of ponds and dogs and wars because they haven't met you yet.
By morning you let your open-mouthed of a husband sleep until he could wake on his own terms and you managed to arrange all the necessary things to host dinner for Sir Richard. You scratched your temple for the thousandth time as Mrs Crabtree explained the dinner service and how a proper nibble can be served during the painting exhibition.
The millionth time you have hosted these events and you still do not like them. You smiled however at the help brought by the Crabtrees and took a glance at the painting Benedict left almost done during the night.
And when noon came and you already taken your usual spot by the garden and started writing in your journal while stealing the newspaper that was laid for Benedict’s eyes.
“Please tell me I didn’t miss breakfast again”
You turned to the side and saw Benedict walking out with only a robe and his hair completely dishevelled.
“If I say no would that help?” You smiled and held a glass of fresh juice for him to drink. He gladly took it and drank until the last drop as he sank to the blanket on the grass.
“I just loathe this. I feel like I am waking up after a party”
You shrugged not knowing the feeling he expressed “How was that?”
“Full of unprocessed Brandy through my veins” he mumbled and saw the tea set by your side. A slight pinch in his chest made him feel so bad “Anyhow” he took your hands and kissed them smelling the rose water from your pores “How are you this morning?”
“Tired”
“Then you should have been with me in bed”
“And leave Mrs Crabtree alone for tonight?”
“I forgot how proper you are” Benedict rolled his eyes and rested his head on your lap and you automatically caressed his scalp. You were reading the paper once again and he tried to read it at your pace but somehow you have started the day with loads of energy compared to him.
“Love,” he said out of nowhere
You removed the newspaper from your sight and looked down “Yes?”
“…Nothing… I’m restless”
“I’m sorry to hear that” you replied and your hands trapped his face and you went down to place a kiss on his forehead
“Keep on”
You chuckled at his response and continued to kiss him all over his face. You loved how he would sigh at each kiss, it was a silent praise.
It was when you reached his lips that any tiredness he was preaching to have disappeared.
He sat down and turned your body towards his. You kept on kissing until he pushed you to the ground and the newspaper was completely forgotten.
“I thought it was me trying to comfort you,” you said
Benedict arched a brow. He might not be tired anymore, he could -oh he could- keep it up until he has you underneath him with your breasts exposed and the tea cup freezing cold by the corner and yet the beautiful smirk you have with your teeth biting your lower lip and the natural beauty of your face made him understand you really wanted to comfort him.
“Forgive me” he smiled and pulled apart “Please carry on”
You saw how he laid on his back and you followed him, your lips met his and a small giggle came from him. He was the most endearing man on Earth as he waited with his blue eyes widely opened.
You kissed his cheeks, the tip of his nose and you bit his jawline making him hum.
Then your lips found his once again and this time he deepened the kiss, his tongue met yours and he could have sworn his soul left his body for a moment. Biscuits, tea, and juice. The flavour of this day.
Your “comfort” reached his neck while you kissed his skin, your hands played with the robe and the knots tied together. Whatever you want to do he is yours.
But then he opened his eyes at the absence of your touch and then you were swiftly tugging your dress. Your arms contorted as you expertly removed the buttons from the back and then let your dress fall to your hips.
Benedict was in a trance as his eyes roamed your form. He wondered if he did anything to deserve your touch or your presence at all.
You just smiled, sweetly yet provocatively when you showed your bare chest. No more petty coats, no more rib-breakers, only freedom in this Wiltshire cottage.
“My God” he licked his lips wanting to taste your skin
But you went to the knot and untied it, his robe fell apart and your hands went to his chest, pushing him down and you climbed him.
Your kisses trailed over his torso and he felt himself growing harder.
His eyes went to the heavens above, a sky full of white clouds... No. He can't just stay, he needs to do something. He sat down and his hands travelled down to your hips, his lips went to your breasts and your head went backwards as he sucked on your nipples and he grunted when he was pushed from the latch he had on you.
He gave you a stern look that faded with the force of your own eyes. You silently told him to stay on his back.
“Fine” he murmured to you
Your fingers found the hem of his night breeches, the ones he never wears. You found the thin cotton fabric easy to remove from his lower part and you were greeted quite happily with his arousal.
Benedict was watching attentively your actions and he gulped as you bent down and kissed the tip of his member.
A hiss came from his mouth as you wrapped your lips around him and started moving slowly. The once-dried skin slowly turned into a glistening shade of pink with your spit.
Once, twice, that head of yours bobbed to a perfect lazy rhythm and he was fighting the urge to thrust into your mouth. His hands found the back of your head and tangled themselves in your soft hair.
His grunts filled the air along with the sounds of you sucking him and the wind rustling the leaves and branches of the trees.
"You are so good to me," he said as he moved the stray hair from your face
Your mouth moved up and down and up again and you moaned in response making Benedict sigh in turn. He closed his eyes and you increased the speed. His member touched your palate and went further to the back of your mouth and as you pulled back your tongue tried to lick it further.
Benedict looked down and he had the most beautiful view. His cock disappeared in between your lips and you were so dedicated, the sounds were so wet and the feeling was so hot. He could explode just by looking at it but he couldn't.
How many times you have swallowed his seed? He couldn't count them anymore but he was sure to enjoy every single time too. He relishes the moment his cock pumps inside your mouth and you, loyal to the moment, keep taking his member while your tastebuds tingle at the warm bitter fluid. He loves and admires the movement of your throat when you swallow him and your lips stay most of the time clean.
Today? No, he doesn't need that view. He needs the one that makes him go to heaven and come back. He needs, he craves to see your core contracting with the remains of your orgasm while his seed flows out of you. He requires to see it again and again.
However, while he was picturing such a carnal moment in his mind, your mouth -full of energy- had the upper hand. Your breasts bounced with your fast movements and your mouth kept giving too much spit for you to glide up and down.
Lo-" he grunted as he felt the tensed muscles by his stomach "Y/N-"
You didn't stop and Benedict was quite undone by the blanket that made you feel such pride. You went again and again until it seemed his hands tried to stop you.
It was too late.
Benedict saw how you drank him fully, a small drop landed by your upper lip but apart from that, you did so well and still Benedict after the shock of his release, was not satisfied. Not because of you but because of his lost fantasy of coming inside of you. This day was not starting as he expected and he predicted it would be long before he could change it.
Hours after what happened you two prepared for the arrival of another client. The Crabtress returned from town with a special order; a cake Sir Richard enjoys (according to Violet Bridgerton) and you took your precious jewels and gave a final touch to your appearance. Not having a lady has made things far better in your opinion although your mama still finds it quite "offensive".
"You look splendid" Benedict said as you reached the end of the staircase
"And you look quite handsome" You gave an unconscious brush to his tailcoat and waited for the carriage to arrive
Sir Richard, with unwashed blonde hair and a subtle beard, made himself present in My Cottage. His beige tailcoat made him look so monochromatic and his pale complexion so bland but you have met him a few times to say that he was far better than other clients Benedict has invited for dinner.
"Mr Bridgerton" he happily said and shook hands with Benedict "Good to see you well"
"Sir Richard" Benedict smiled and nodded "It is a pleasure to have you"
"Thank you" his eyes drifted to your side and smiled "Mrs Bridgerton, radiant as always"
"Thank you, Sir Richard. I hope you will enjoy the dinner we have planned"
He grabbed your hand and squeezed it between his own "Just Richard, my Lady. Formalities" he sighed looking at Benedict "Are well forgotten back in London, no?"
With his laughter, the evening began. Still, the image of Benedict as someone who throws a dinner for a client and you by his side seemed out of your mind as if this was too much of a tryout for you both and still, protocols and politeness were still very present.
"Tell me" Sir Richard started "Is it true?"
"I'm afraid not to know what is true, Richard"
"That my future son-in-law has been seen roaming at night through the streets of London?"
Your wine got stuck in your throat, this is what you and Benedict were gossiping about yesterday so you locked eyes with your husband who blinked away with aim of diverting the talk.
"Oh, I wouldn't know Si- Richard"
He turned around and looked at you as he passed the tray of vegetables "What say you, Mrs Bridgerton?"
"Well" you tried to remember what else Benedict had told you "I haven't heard of that"
"Please, it is all over that dubious pamphlet... Mr Alvey spotted lurking around London" he shrugged "I told my daughter about it but she is, well, adamant"
"If I may," you said leaving the tray away "I have seen that pamphlet and is not like Lady Whistledown"
"No, it is not"
"Perhaps we can take whatever source and words are inked there with a grain of salt, can we not? Lady Whistledown has written things that by the end of the week can be verified but this pamphlet I believe has failed to do so"
Sir Richard nodded and brought a string bean to his mouth "Mr. Bridgerton, you got a gem"
"Oh, I know"
"Tell me, do you write?"
Your fork was forgotten on top of your plate as you blinked at the man “I-“
“Forgive me for the questioning. I recently talk with your father and he told me you wrote constantly. Now, I just wonder if you recall your days or you write about different things?”
“I do have many opinions” you admitted and gave a quick glance at Benedict
"And do you have a lot of time to write them down? I Believe so, this house is not yet filled with children, which don’t get me wrong they are lovely but free time can be used otherwise to spread solid sentences. Wouldn’t you agree?”
You tried to smile as your cheek grew hotter with each second that passed and the food was turning colder.
"Indeed" Benedict replied "And what are you trying to suggest, Richard?"
"You could give her a chance, write under the pen name Mrs Bridgerton and we could all know the wife of the second son; the painter. After all, my newspaper is known not for being traditional and I have employed plenty of women and not for cleaning the presses may I add”
"It would be an honour but I do not have the knowledge"
Benedict was first to give a smack with his lips at the absurdity of your comment “Nonsense”
“I mean” you smiled at him “knowledge of writing professionally. Although Eloise once blamed me for being Whistledown and that was a high yet ridiculous compliment, in reality I know nothing of publishing my thoughts”
“you always publish them with me” Benedict smiled lost in how the conversation was directed “and you do it superbly”
Sir Richard -sorry, Richard- laughed loud and strong “There you are. What do you think, Mrs Bridgerton?”
“And write about?”
Richard took his glass of wine and drank, his throat was dry after such a laugh, his cheeks flushed red and he took a minute to reply as he wiped his mouth with a napkin.
"Write about the things no one wants to discuss" he leaned closer to the table, the candles illuminating his face and his green eyes were now focused on you "Facts, stories, good knowledge but also centred in your own opinion and tied to the readers”
You chuckled at the blurriness of his motive “Care to give me an example?”
"There were some household machines people around in London were patenting. Write about it, give your opinion, and ask the readers whether they like it. Would they use them?”
You fastly blinked at the proposition “S-Richard, that is quite an offer. I wonder if you got the right au-“
“I don’t mean to intrude in what seems to be a fruitful talk” Benedict said “But before you downgrade your knowledge which I know surpasses mine. I would say you could start small, no? Just write something simple, no need to be a machine or a new invention. What would you love to write about, darling?"
You sighed and took a sip of wine, thinking for a moment. Then an idea was formed in your mind.
"The importance of a full education for women… I might ask the readers” You looked at Sir Richard “ what do they think about it” you puffed "I'm sorry you said simple" You referred to Benedict "I ju-"
"That word doesn't fit into your vocabulary" your husband smirked
“I enjoy it now. We must talk about logistics. My press is in London and Wiltshire is not Surrey if you know what I mean”
Benedict saw your barely touched dinner and smiled at the man “We ought to but please let us eat something before I faint"
Dinner was a success, the cake was served and a new friend was made. When it was time to leave the men alone inside the art studio you waited by the tea room with your journal on the table. The inked words kept piling up forgotten in each page. If Sir Richard is right, you could be the next Lady Whistledown but then the consequences would be different.
"No such thing" you whispered to yourself
Employment. You laughed. What is this about? A pound per column published? Is it truly worth it when your name is known because you so desperately tried to make your opinion known?
The day already proved to be long and heavy. You waited for the men to finish without any activity to occupy yourself. It would have been different if the guest brought his wife, just like previous meeting you would offer her to talk or play cards if she looked high-spirited.
When you heard the doors creaking open you stood up and put your journal away to join the men. Pleased faces both of them as Benedict took the man's tailcoat by the entrance.
"Ah Mrs Bridgerton. It's been a while since I don't have such a nice evening"
"Thank you, Richard"
"We should have done it before" he looked at Benedict "I should have done this with your father, but oh well. Benedict, we must stay communicated this month and you Mrs Bridgerton I will send you some information this week that will make you change that puzzled look in you"
"I'll receive it gladly"
"Very well. Full stomach, good hosts I will sleep well tonight. Mr Bridgerton, I will see you later"
"You will. Have a good trip back home"
You followed him to the door and bid farewell to the man, his carriage was already outside and he was ready to depart and when he did you sighed long and steady until you saw Benedict's face.
"So?"
He shrugged "He needs a second one, just smaller but he loved it. Quite the mood he was seeking for his office he said"
You smiled and your cheek fell to his warm arm "There you go then"
"Thank you for today, for last night, for everything," he said in a soft voice and placed a kiss on your head
"What a day"
"You go upstairs I will thank the Crabtrees for preparing dinner"
"Uhum" you said mostly dazed and tired, you followed the stairs and turned to walk to the main chamber.
The candles were lit and the bed was made and ready for you to lay down and what a fall you had against the duvet. You exhaled and closed your eyes, feeling the soft fabric caressing your skin. Minutes later your ears took the noise of the door as Benedict's presence. You rolled and saw how fast he took his clothes and landed by your side.
His hand took your hair and caressed it, his blue eyes were fixed on yours.
"I must confess something" he whispered
"What?"
"I am... not content"
You frown and try to prop your head up with your hand "You're unhappy?"
"No, it's not unhappy just not content"
"Isn't that the same?"
"No" He sighed and turned his face to look at the ceiling "I am quite happy with you, with my family, with this place... with you and with you"
"Alright"
"But I..." he scratched his brow "I don't enjoy whatever I built of myself as an adult in terms of my profession" he saw your listening face and continued "It is a good living, it is a good business I can't complain about that. However, I feel off. Not here, not there but most of all not here"
"Not here?"
"Not with you. Fully and I know it's not as if you need my constant presence by your side-"
"Who said that?"
Benedict gently smirked "What I mean is that I must pause this work. We have enough money to last our lifetime..." he paused, his eyes dancing "And... perhaps one kid's lifetime"
"And if we have two?"
"Alright, two kids' lifetime but not for our grandkids"
"Hmmm. Then our kids will have to work" you laughed while Benedict joined you seconds later "I understand what you mean"
"I do will leave money. I will work at some point" he justified
"I don't mind that" you confessed "I know you don't enjoy rushing things and clearly you feel you rushed into this work-for-commission task when you feel you should be here with me"
Benedict's chest tickled in warmness as he heard his thoughts coming from your mouth "My dear, you just get me don't you?"
"You were never difficult to read for me"
He grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him, his lips kissing yours softly, his nose brushing your cheek, his heart racing. He was not sure what he would do if you were not by his side.
"You know," he said "If you are truly tired I will understand but" his hand pressed your arm and traced down at your waist "I want to be here tonight with you"
"Depends on how you want to be here" you murmured
"Let me tell you" he kissed your hand and then hovered on top of you "Let me show you" he kissed your lips, sweetly and locked eyes with you "I want to find my way in you, in your open hands," he said merging your fingers with his, tightly "and that you feel like a woman only with me" his free hand caressed your breast through the fabric and then his lips took yours "Today and tomorrow and the days after I want to be here. Today I want you" his hand reached for the bottom of your dress and he slowly pushed it upwards, the skin of his legs brushing yours as his knee opened your thighs.
"I want to be here with you," you said between a murmur and a kiss, his weight was on top of you and his eyes were bright in the light, the shadow of the candles making his face look sharper and the blue of his eyes deeper and darker.
Benedict licked his lips and pulled apart only to hastily remove your stockings. He put his arms behind your back as you arched it, his fingers undid the buttons and pushed the sleeves down. He did not wait and grabbed the dress and threw it to the side.
Your breasts tempted to move out of the corset and Benedict exhaled as he removed it and it reminded him again how unnerving these pieces were and how good is to have you not wearing one daily.
"I want to be here, now" he repeated with each kiss he gave you, his tongue tasted you and his hands touched your thighs "I want to quench this thirst" he moved down to your nipples and licked once, licked twice "This thirst of my soul on your lips or-" he gulped seeing the absence of your pantalettes and the readiness of your core
His tongue attacked your folds and licked in slow, steady motions that had you trembling. Your head was buried on the duvet and your fingers tangled in his hair.
"Oh my-Benedict" you moaned as his tongue flicked
Benedict sucked and slurped as he pushed a finger inside and turned up to see your wanton eyes and parted lips "Oh my Y/N" he mimicked and resumed his movements
A second finger joined while the pace was increasing; he sucked your nub and pushed his fingers up. His tongue played with his fingers as they slid in and out and he moaned against you with the real juices only you can produce but he knew he was owing you so many orgasms already. He has not let you set free in his face for almost a week and knowing you, you are counting.
He pulled apart and removed his fingers, his thumb rubbed the sensitive spot while his mouth kissed his way up to your neck.
"Benedict"
He moaned and bit your earlobe "Y/N"
"More"
"I will give it all," he said "I promise"
Swiftly, his wet fingers grabbed his member and he stroked himself before pushing it into your folds.
"I love you" he kissed your lips
"I love you more"
"You're all mine" he thrusted only once "And I am so yours" he pulled back and slammed until you were only one
Your hands were holding his sides as he pounced into you, his hot breath heated your cheek as he groaned and growled with each push. He was so strong and so hard and yet so soft. Your lips brushed and kissed as your walls tightened.
"Oh, dear god" he moaned as his pace slowed down "Are you close?"
"I..." you softly snorted "Is too much" You felt your navel tensing "Almost"
"So fast" he whispered and kissed your bottom lip "I am praised for that" Benedict groaned and pushed in and out, in and out. He could feel the build-up inside his navel and the pressure was too much already.
Wait. He thought. Just make it last a bit more. Be here. Be here.
And he saw you underneath against the olive duvet and how glorified you looked with your pink cheeks and parted lips. With your breasts bouncing with his pace and your nipples getting hard then turning soft. And as he caressed your stomach while slowing the thrusts he knew that to be here meant something else.
Six months after you got married he has wasted time trying to find where he fits but he now sees he has always fit with you -no jest intended- six months and he hasn't had it right until now. He wants to be here and give you his kids. He needs to see you swollen with his child, your breasts filled with milk and oh dear get you aroused looking like that.
Yet first things first. He needs to have what he got denied this morning.
"Benedict"
He groaned with your moans and his thrusts sped up only to become more erratic, his hand went down and massaged your nub and you were doing so good trying not to come fast and that only gave him time to organize his lewd thoughts.
His eyes went to your wrapping folds around him and he imagined the moment his cock will spur his warm white seed inside of you. How good will you take him? Will your contracting walls push his essence deep within you?
He licked his lips and his groans grew louder as the tension was too much and the feeling was almost unbearable.
"I can't" he grunted "Oh no, I can't."
He fell forwards as he hovered and his hips thrust faster making you arch your back at the intense fight between you. He felt how you were welcoming your orgasms and he kept focusing on your open mouth and tensed jaw muscles. He pushed his cock inside. All the way inside, he ordered himself.
He moaned and softly exhaled your name as his stomach became hard with his release. He felt his seed being milked out of him and he stayed there acting as the barrier for his seed not to flow out of you.
His hand dried the sweat around your forehead and his body felt heavy but he couldn't move. Not when he had such a beautiful view. He saw how your breathing started to regulate and your legs stopped shaking. He moved out of you and somehow his eyes took a long glance at your core and how beautifully marked it was with his thick seed coming out of you.
He smiled and looked up at your pretty face "Let us rest" you responded n a soft hum and Benedict enjoyed as you moved inside the linens and how his fluids were still dropping across your inner thighs "Sleep, my love" he whispered
Benedict often thought about how he reached this point in his life. From the boy who was so desperate for freedom to the man who found a purpose. And he has found the explanation. He has reached here thanks to you and how good it feels. How full he feels when he has you near and when he reflects that he is loved by you. To be here, he thinks.
loved your entwined series!!!!! if you ever do end up going back to it …
I would love to see more of them married interacting with the family maybe at Aubrey hall like being cutesy and hanging out with the younger sibs and the married couples and stuff and just bejng cute
andddd who knows maybe some spice too
Thanks for generally one of the best fix series
Because you asked for it - Part of the E̴N̴T̴W̴I̴N̴E̴D̴ Series
A getaway at Aubrey Hall
Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x f/reader
Warnings: The dirty deed is her +18 filth
Notes: Married life and interaction with the family. I hope I wrote what you imagined <3 I am in love with how much you liked Entwined. Thank you all!! - I must make a series Masterlist ASAP
You did and sighed in contentment as Benedict placed almonds inside your mouth and your eyes quickly returned to your cards.
"I'm quite sure you will lose this round," you said
Hyacinth arched a brow and smiled "If you believe so, Mrs Bridgerton" she giggled and placed her cards close to her chest "I am good with this hand, Gregory?"
Gregory scrunched his face and shrugged "I might be?"
You laughed "Well that is not good humbug. I am good with mine... show"
Silence reigned for three seconds as the three of you observed each hand of cards. Your small grunt came first as you saw Hyacinth's card beat yours and Gregory's and her victory scream came high inside the drawing room.
"I told you so!!" she said excitedly.
"So you did," you grumbled "But I am sure I am better at chess than you"
Hyacinth rolled her eyes as she picked up the cards "Maybe but you cannot gamble at chess"
"You cannot gamble at this either" Gregory snorted "Mother would have our hides if we were gambling"
You winked at Hyacinth's pouting face "One gambling game with shillings, that is all I can offer"
Hyacinth then stared at Gregory "If you don't marry someone like Y/N I will forget you exist"
You smiled in satisfaction and opened your mouth for Benedict to see and he rolled his eyes only to pick more almonds, but of course, the moment got caught by Anthony entering the room and emitting a soft giggle at the sight.
"Oh, calm down now brother," Benedict said dropping the almonds inside your mouth and grabbing a napkin to place on your lap "I have lost the last round"
"And she put you as her feeder?" he chuckled and locked eyes with you "I have never doubted you, Y/N. Sorry for the interruption, however, Mother is waiting for Daphne downstairs and she is alone"
You quickly looked at Benedict and brushed his tailcoat "Go, I will stay here. Where is Kate?"
Anthony pursed a smile "Refreshing herself...the heat here is unbelievable for her"
Benedict grunted and stood up "She refreshed herself no more than one hour hour... And you judge me, brother"
You saw the two men leave with a smile and turned to look at the younger Bridgertons "Another round?"
"Please," Hyacinth said taking everyone's card "So, Y/N how is married life treating you?"
Gregory snorted again "Should I go now?"
"No, you might find this all too funny but you will need this knowledge one day, brother"
"Life is good" you stated and took the cards she was shuffling at you "Married or not life is good"
"I can't wait to debut" she expressed and leaned against her seat "The ball will be amazing with me in it"
"It will" you agreed and looked at Gregory who had the most bored expression you had ever seen.
"I do not care" he stated and placed his cards on the table "I have so many assignments. Are all the tutors the same?"
"Harsh?" you asked taking one card from the middle and trading it "Or too harsh?"
"Too harsh" he confessed "I have told them to slow the pace. But they keep pushing me. They said I have to work hard. My future depends on it"
"Your future does depend on it" you agreed and traded again, the card was not the one you wanted "But if it's too much pressure... I might advise you to go and tell your Mother or Anthony"
"Why is my governess not harsh on me?" Hyacinth asked
"Because you're a woman"
"Hey!"
"I am j-"
"Alright, alright," you said trying to calm the waters "Will you two keep silent if I start talking about how married life is?"
"Definitely" Gregory sighed
"Please tell me" Hyacinth started "Does Benedict snore?"
One round of Hyacinth winning and Gregory pouting in sore loss and you three joined Anthony, Benedict and Violet by the entrance of Aubrey Hall; the windows mostly opened flew the fresh wind of Kent's grounds. Your eyes stopped by Eloise who hid next to a pillar with a book by her chest with Francesca quietly murmuring something to her and you tried to join them but Benedict leapt from his mother's side to grab your shoulder and gently push you next to him.
"Who won?"
"As if you need to ask," you said "And Daphne is not here?"
"Oh no, she always likes to be the last" he added
Eloise snorted behind you "And with two creatures by her side and Simon away quite frequently... I would s-"
"That she's doing her best" Violet nodded to all the people in the great hall "Now I believe she will tell us some news so everybody act surprised"
"Child number three?!" Eloise exclaimed
"Well, they move quickly" Benedict whispered to your ear
"Oh?" Anthony looked surprised although very quietly surprised "She will deliver the news this week?"
"I believe so, why my darling?"
"Nothing. I thought It would be a plain getaway for us"
Benedict kissed your cheek and stared at his brother "When has it been plain for us, brother?"
Indeed when has it been plain within the Bridgerton household?
You walked outside at the sight of the carriage. The clan moved in grace as Hyacinth and Gregory strode with more energy than anyone else and you could feel Benedict's hands gently moving across your arms so you turned your attention at him, arched brow was directed at you and in complete silence you knew what was running through his mind.
"Ask now or forever hold your peace"
"I have no idea what you are talking about, dear wife"
You arched a brow and he gave a chuckle before kissing your forehead, your cheeks and finally your lips.
"Are we expecting?" he teased.
"Not yet" you confessed and watched Daphne arrive "You might need to work harder"
"I have been working harder!" he whispered "Have I not?"
"Debatable. Prove me wrong again"
You left his amazed face behind you as you went to Daphne, her clear eyes and fair skin making her look so delicate and stunning. She looked happy, even if her face showed worry because of the baby in her arms, she looked content. Everyone welcomed her and the nannies behind her. When everyone went to the terrace with views to the garden, you sat down by Benedict's right and Francesca's left; Daphne kept rocking baby Belinda while strolling in front of all of you.
"We will have to make a list, Daphne" Violet started "of the names of your guests, their titles, and their husbands"
"Mother," Anthony said with a smile "Can't we enjoy the moment?"
"Yes, of course, darling. We shall, and this is why I need a list to ensure every person is present and accounted for. Your sister has asked me to help so I shall"
"What a lovely way to ruin the moment"
Daphne giggled "It is fine, Mum" she then knitted her brows at the soft cry of the baby "Is that time" she confessed "There is more noise coming from this little one"
"She got that from us" Benedict snorted "It is a Bridgerton thing to ask for attention"
"If you are so sure" Daphne teased, almost throwing the baby to him and caught him off guard
"No-"
"Yes, you must"
"Bu-"
"He-"
"Careful with the head, dear"
"I-"
"Oh" Eloise puffed in laughter at the view of Benedict completely and utterly confused at the baby hanging from his arms "This marks the beginning of our vacation"
You tried to hold baby Belinda's back while Benedict tried to figure out the whole holding baby process, her eyes wide and her soft face looking at him in wonder.
"Do not cry" he whispered at her "I beg of you, please"
You tried to muffle the laugh and failed and Anthony's eyes were already glistening at the sight, his lips tightly shut trying not to burst out laughing.
"I- uh, Daphne can I pass her back? She will not stop staring at me and I cannot bear it"
Daphne, on the other hand, was already enjoying the scene and had a smug smile "No, I must go and refresh myself"
"Daphne, please"
"No" she turned to you "Y/N?"
You looked at her and shook your head "I am quite entertained at the sight of the terrorised man by my side"
Benedict's eyes widened "Well, thank you”
You saw Daphne leave with all intention of not coming anytime soon so you pushed the baby’s body close to him.
“Like this,” you said “Babies don’t like to be held like that”
“Uhm” he nervously said taking the baby close to his chest “Oh, it looks easy when the nanny does it. Or even Daphne, she seems so natural... but not me. Oh no. Look at me”
“Is just a child” Francesca giggled as she stood up “Who wants to play whist?”
“Me!” Eloise exclaimed
“No gambling!” Violet said sternly “Eloise, no gambling”
“Yes Mother”
Hyacinth chuckled as she stood up with Gregory and the four younger siblings left the shadowed terrace. Violet stood still and silent as Benedict kept anxiously glaring at the small body by his chest.
“She doesn’t bite, my love” you chortled
He looked at you and then back at the baby, her small hands exploring the tie around his neck "I believe she does” he replied.
Anthony stood up and clasped his hands together and you knew, by the way, his lips pursed, the man had a plan and was very excited about it.
"Mother, what do you say about an early dinner?”
“Early dinner? You mean in less than an hour?”
“I can always ring the cooks and tell them to start-oh Kate”
You turned around to see Kate flowing in a soft navy dress, she nodded at Anthony and smiled at all of you three.
“Forgive me for my late presence, Lady Bridgerton”
“No need to worry about it, this heat puts one in quite a state. Oh my God, Benedict give me the child, she’s eating the button”
Benedict parted his lips “How would I know!” He said passing the child to his mother and Violet took the baby as if it was a normal occurrence and placed her over her chest.
"My, my" Violet cooed the child "What is she doing, hmm? Kate sit, the young ones are playing while Daphne is taking a well-deserved rest”
“What about you two?” Kate asked you and Benedict “What is your plan for this weekend in Aubrey Hall?”
You looked at Benedict, your hand gently placed on his knee and shrugged your shoulders "Whatever my husband desires"
Benedict raised his brow and grinned "Whatever my wife desires"
You both exchanged smiles and turned to the rest of the family and you could not help the smile creeping over your face as Anthony's arm found its place around Kate's waist and her head leaning against his shoulder.
"No work, we agreed” Anthony nodded towards Benedict “right?”
“Yes, right”
“Oh” Violet looked at her second child “Is that professor keeping you busy?”
“Ehhhh just a tad… when he said he was going to spread the word of my practice I didn’t expect he would take it seriously”
“You must see how he works” you added “Every week he finishes a piece”
Benedict received soft claps from the woman while Anthony proudly nodded.
"I have to see the latest, I will be there next week" Anthony declared "And I am quite proud of you, brother.”
Benedict blushed, his hand trying to hide his face behind a glass of lemonade “Yes, thank you, brother. Thank you ladies… we must change the subject please or else I will turn to mush”
“I must go and see the kids are not gambling” Violet stood up with the baby already dosing off and turned to Anthony “If you want that early dinner please go and ring the cooks, they must start getting everything ready”
“Yes, Mother”
You saw Violet leave and you quickly whispered to Benedict "Afraid of babies I see"
"I'm more afraid of me around them" he snorted and placed a kiss on your shoulder
Anthony rolled his eyes at the two of you and then he turned to Kate to kiss her once "Well, I must go and tell the cooks"
Benedict wriggled his brows "Mrs Albury will serve your head on a plate"
"You have a better idea?" he asked "I know I vex her most of the time"
Kate snorted "I must be friends with her then"
Anthony grunted and extended his arm to Benedict "Then come on now, she does have a soft spot for you" he looked at you "She always gave him extra pastries whenever he asked"
Benedict innocently shrugged "Because I am charming"
You nodded in support of your husband "Yes you are"
"Yes I am" he stood up, softly leaving your hand from his "Alright then, I must go with you"
"Thank you"
"Don't mention it" he winked at you as the two men left you and Kate alone
You laughed and stood up to move to the chair next to her
Her shining face smiled at you "So... Mrs Bridgerton"
"Viscountess"
"Ha" she puffed "How do you find Wiltshire?"
"It is lovely, far better than London"
"Right?" she nodded "The city is not for me"
"But Anthony is there"
"He is, isn't he?" she grinned "Although sometimes I think that this house is not for him either. Too quiet. Too much space"
"Well, he can always fill the house"
"I suppose he can" she giggled looking down and then exhaled "I hope I am not inviting myself but I must vis-"
"Please" you took the comb clip from your hair letting it loose "You are more than welcome to visit us whenever you like"
"Thank you, Y/N"
"I recently got a nice volume of books, engineering"
Kate's eyes glint with the curiosity of your acquisition "Would Benedict complain if I live with you there forever?"
You two laughed seeing the sunny view ahead and so you stood up "Fancy some garden bowling?"
"Accept it Y/N, you beat us at Chess but cards and bowling are for Hyacinth and me to win"
"I tripped last time"
"Sure"
"It was the wind!"
This time without wind Kate still won with great advantage over you, you said it was your loose hair that blinded you but after all the sore loss was quickly washed away with the view of Benedict's comical dance as he stepped out of the house with a tray in his hands.
"What happened?" Kate smirked
"Oh Mrs Albury saw me and gave me-"
"Pastries," Anthony said trying to get one but Benedict dodged him as he leapt towards you "Come on!"
"Ladies" Benedict offered and you took one covered in powdered sugar "You must ask what she gave to him," he told Kate
Kate leaned to see Anthony "What did she give you?"
"An apple" Anthony bit it with a grump and saw the bowling by the side "You won?"
"As always"
"Hey," you said with your mouth full while Benedict took another one for himself, your hands grabbed the complete tray as you said "I was blinded for my last shoot. Oh I am parched"
Benedict's clear eyes opened "Do not move, love. I will fetch you more lemonade"
"Anthony?"
He saw Kate's blinking eyes and he went with Benedict to get the lemonade. Both brothers even if both are two years apart are like two peas in a pond and oh so comical together as they try to serve the drinks before the other one does. They silently fight for the glasses and the jar of liquid. Anthony did it so fast splashing some on Benedict's hand.
"Oh" Kate sighed at him "Can you add one teaspoon of sugar?"
"Yes, yes, yes" Anthony's face screamed concentration
"And the ice?"
"And the ice" he obeyed Kate
Benedict snorted and smiled in triumph as he tried to give you the glass of lemonade but you opened your mouth and softly said "Can you add a slice of lemon?"
"Sure!" he competitively tried to grab the slices, almost a fistful was thrown inside the glass while Anthony brushed his shoulder in success as he passed the glass to her
"Here you go, darling"
"That's..." Benedict murmured removing the fallen lemonade from his hand "Not fair.... here, love"
You took the glass -more lemon slices than juice- but you smiled "Thank you, Ben" so you turned to Kate "A walk, Lady Bridgerton?"
She sipped from her glass "My honour, Mrs Bridgerton"
Benedict tried to grab the tray of pastries but failed as you dodged him in an elegant swift move "hey-"
"Let us go" you said between giggles as Kate took a pastry leaving both men by the staircase
Anthony saw the apple he was left with, Benedict saw the wetness of lemonade his brother splashed on his sleeve and how his tray of pastries was stolen by the most beautiful thief on earth and both sighed.
"These ladies, brother" Anthony started "They have a leash of their own on us"
"Say what you want, brother" Benedict smirked looking at your distant figure "I'm alright with it as long as she is the one pulling it"
By dinner, you dodged a pea flying from Gregory's plate that was aimed at Hyacinth and one carrot cube targetted from Eloise to Benedict. The dinner was well-equipped thanks to Mrs Albury and her team and as all the Bridgertons -you included- dined at the long table you smiled at the chaotic and vociferous environment that you were pulled into.
"If I may" Anthony raised his glass, a few hours ago the man had already changed his constricted attire to a more relaxed one, he was the one who looked the most different than when the day started, everyone else had remained in the same ensemble since morning "I propose a toast to our newest member"
"I do not mean to sound rude, brother but" Daphne confusedly smiled "We already hosted a beautiful dinner for Y/N"
"Yes" Eloise nodded "Three months ago when they returned from their honeymoon"
"And it was lovely" you added
"Indeed it was" Anthony agreed "But I am not referring to Y/N"
Silence.
Daphne was quick to smile as her hand touched her heart "Oh no you must not. How did you know?"
Anthony furrowed his brows "Pardon?"
Daphne raised her glass "Only water and lemonade for me for some months"
Violet shoot arrows through her eyes at EVERYONE. Act surprised.
Everyone clapped in unison, the third grandson of Violet, the third announcement from Daphne.
"I think it will be a boy" Hyacinth said
"I would dare to say girl" Francesca stated
"I think" Anthony smiled still standing "That we are lucky to be such a large family"
"Here, here" Benedict chimed in
"How did you know?" Daphne questioned "I am not showing and-"
"Well I must say it was my own timing" Anthony grinned at the confused faces, his gaze landing on Kate by your left "But I meant... quite a different member"
This got everyone in silence again.
"Kate's expecting"
Loud screams came from everyone, Eloise's fork fell on her plate while Hyacinth gasped, Daphne and Francesca screamed at the same time and Benedict laughed so hard his head fell against your shoulder and you felt the pull from your skin as you smiled seeing the happiness in everyone's faces.
"My son" Violet softly gasped, her hand on her chest, her eyes glinting in tears "Kate-"
"Brother!" Benedict shouted as he stood and clapped his hands "Anthony, a father"
Anthony had a smug smile on his face and the joy that came from everyone was overwhelming, even little Gregory and Hyacinth were jumping in their seats as the rest of the siblings congratulated the two of them. Until Hyacinth threw another pea, the topic of the dinner was the arrival of two little Bridgertons.
When the night fell, you took your dress out of your way and changed for your sleeping gown, with Benedict quickly doing a sketch for his next commissioned work you ventured to the library where according to Eloise you could find some biology books with real illustrations.
You opened the door and smiled at the scent of ink and parchment. This was your setting. Page after page you stood cornered in a loveseat with the candle lightening your features.
“Hey”
You turned around to see Benedict’s shadowed face behind the parted door.
“Hello you”
“I went to our room to see it was empty” he grinned
You showed him the book on your lap “guilty”
“I knew you would be here” he sighed taking the loveseat next to you “what is this about, my love?
You closed the book and looked at him, his blue eyes looking back at you, you sighed.
"Biology. This book has real illustrations”
“I know all about it” he nodded “I paint them don’t I?”
“But from the inside” you grinned “it has all these diagrams and, and all these details. I have read this before but for sure this is a greater volume”
“I love it” he said holding his chin with his hand and staring at you “I might have read it before” he cocked his head
“Ah have you?”
“Oh yes. Mandatory literature in my house of studies. I know all about biology and… insides”
“Can you become a doctor then?”
“Now that is pushing it a bit” he chuckled
“How is the sketch?”
“It turned alright, I didn’t bring my tools so it will stay a sketch for the week”
“Well, Anthony did say no work, so…”
“Yeah yeah and what if I want to paint you?”
You blushed “Isn’t one painting enough?”
“Never enough”
You giggled at his loving words and shining eyes.
"What are you thinking?" he asked
"Nothing. If you are good to go then let us sleep” you danced the book in your hands “my questions will be answered tomorrow”
“What questions?”
“Oh nothing important but I started a chapter about anatomy, you know how I get” you said standing up and staring intently at the leathered cover “My governess always said a good thing about me is that I always list questions I might h-“
And your words were sliced, no, cut by Benedict’s lips as he took your breath away, your mouth opened in surprise, your hand falling to the book. So easy is to make you weak in the knees with his warm touch. You could feel his soft tongue asking for permission, his nose bumping into yours and the feeling of his chest against your breasts.
His hands were placed on each side of your face, his lips so gentle.
“I adore it when you get rambling like this” he confessed licking his lips and looking down at yours
"Then kiss me more"
And he did. Benedict took the book away and left it on the loveseat, his hands on the nape of your neck, your hands on his shoulders, his tongue was the one dancing and the fire growing in your lower belly was burning you alive.
“Whatever questions you have about that book?” He suddenly asked
“Uh?” You blinked at the forgotten book “Well I just-“
“You just?”
“Muscles and bones and-“
Benedict removed your hair from your forehead and smiled “I know all you need to know” his finger drew a line down your collarbone until the valley of your breasts.
And with a swift turn, his hand was around your waist and you were now against the wall. His hot lips were on your neck, your hand was on his hair and your other hand was on the front of his trousers.
"My God" he groaned
"Ben"
"I’ll tell you” he licked your neck and locked eyes with you again “muscles can be taught to be flexible”
Your mind was not there. Not with his words. Your brain was only able to focus on the fire consuming your skin.
"And bones" he whispered biting your earlobe and his hands roamed on your back "They can break but only if you’re rough enough”
“How rough?” You inquired
His brow arched “How roughy do you think?” He gulped “quite”
Your core ached by now with the promise of his words. You walked outside the wall and his figure and moved to the desk. Your hands pushed the papers aside and you sat on the wood surface.
Benedict had never seen something as hot as this. Your hair was a mess, your nightgown was crumpled and your legs were opened in a silent invitation.
He moved forward and you felt the tent in his trousers bump against your core and your fingers grabbed his hair while he pushed your legs apart.
“How flexible are your muscles?” He asked “I have seen some evidence of an answer. Perhaps I can try to see where is the limit”
You licked your lip “If you say muscles can be taught… you are the one who knows, after all”
"Gosh, Y/N” he came closer, his nose getting your scent as his hands gripped your thighs, your skin was burning his palms.
He kissed the valley of your breasts, the top of them, your shoulders, your cheeks, and then, and only then he reached the soft skin under your ear and he softly bit, his tongue making your mind blank.
"Ben"
"Mhm?"
"You are wearing too many clothes"
"Right" he stepped back and his eyes were darkened in lust, his lips were swollen, his hair was a mess and his erection was evident while his hands took the waistcoat, his shirt, his shoes, his trousers and his small clothes until he was standing there naked in front of you.
"Now who is wearing too many clothes" he grinned but quickly turned around giving you a full view of his behind "I must lock those doors"
And you did not move from the table, the wood was cold against your heated skin, your body was burning and your hands were trembling. Whatever lesson he was about to offer, you knew that Benedict's dedication to please you has never faltered and on the contrary, has increased with each passing day.
His hand locked the doors and you saw his figure coming to you, his blue eyes and his pink lips, the way his chest rose and fell with each step and how his cock was pulsating, the tip almost touching his navel and his veins were screaming at you.
"A muscle" he whispered "can be conditioned for a sport or any other activity" his hand took your knee and softly lifted it until your foot was placed on the rim of the desk "Did you know that?"
"Slightly"
"Huh" he took your other knee and did the same, his hands pushed the skirt of your gown away and he saw the pantalettes hiding your wetness "Muscles can be stretched too"
"Benedict" you smirked and puffed "I love you but can't you see I need you?"
His eyes darkened at the view, he had seen you peevish before and when you are like that, so testy at his own teasing he knows that indeed you want your muscles to be stretched.
"Fine" he said grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to his cock, his fingers danced against the ribbon of your pantalettes and he took them out only for him to stretch your legs wider "happy, wife?"
"Happy" you sighed at the sight of him, his cock was pulsating at the view of your sex and the heat coming from him was making you drip.
Benedict leaned forward and his tip touched your entrance, the warmth of your folds was enough to make him groan, his hands on your hips.
"You know, my favourite thing to paint are flowers. I love the petals" he entered you and your nails dug into his arms, he grunted "the stems" his length filled you up, inch after inch until he was deep inside of you "I love it when the wind blows and the flower blooms" his mouth was on yours and you felt the thrust from his hips "You, my love, are a rose" his lips were on your neck as he pushed harder inside of you and your walls clenched around his cock "and when I push you, and you blossom"
You wrapped your legs around his waist but he swiftly left them open while your feet rested on the wooden surface "You feel so good" you murmured
Benedict got the praise he was seeking, his hands grabbed the desk and he thrust faster until he could only hear his balls crashing against you and the stick of the cream forming between you two.
"I am so lost in you" his cock hit a sensitive spot
"Ohhhhh B-"you moaned, the desk was moving under you but neither of you cared.
Benedict could not stop, the tightness around his cock was making his knees shake, indeed your muscles are so fit for this activity as you wrap so tightly.
But he stopped. He didn't enjoy two things of thing; one, your gown was still on. He could see your nipples under it and he needed to see them without obstacle. Two, he hasn't tasted you and he always does. Always.
"Benedict, a-"
"Come here, love. Stand up"
You obeyed in a lost trance. He took the hem of your gown and lifted it until you had no choice but to remove it completely. You stood in front of him, your body flushed and your skin glistening.
"Perfect"
And with no time to process, he turned you around and you were now facing the desk. His chest against your back and his hands on your stomach, his length was pulsating behind your folds.
"I cannot paint without colours, can I?" he asked licking the column of your neck
"I guess not"
"So, I cannot love you without tasting you"
You felt how he pushed you forward, your chest touched the desk making your breasts cling together, you were trapped between him and the table. Benedict's cock was pulsating behind your sex and you arched your back at the thought of his tongue against your skin.
What have you done to him? He kneeled and saw your glory and tackled it fiercely in one good move. His tongue licked and his mouth sucked, your legs trembled and his name was the only word in your mind.
"Ben, oh God. Oh, please, oh-OH GOD!"
His hands grabbed your ass cheeks, the red marks on his palms were worth it. You moaned louder when his thumb brushed the sensitive skin and he took your hips and enjoyed too much how you were not able to squirm like you always do and the only thing you could do was to stay still. He grunted at your taste and savoured the wetness of your core.
And without notice, you screamed and growled as an incredible orgasm ran from your legs towards your head. The legs you normally tense when you release yourself are not stretched and not being able to contract and the shock is sublime. You roll your eyes as you feel Benedict's mouth taking over your contracting walls.
You are still in that phase when your mind is a mess and the bliss is not letting you think clearly. Your hands were clenching into fists and your toes were curling.
Rapidly, Benedict stands, his hand caresses the column of your spine and his cock enters your dripping core making you moan as the orgasm lingers around. He strides and strides so easily as if you were made for him and your body was welcoming him with every push.
"Be-Be-Ben" you said between thrusts "I-"
He felt the remnant of your release as you tried to milk his cock, he couldn't anymore, not with your back flexing and arching nor your bum wiggling at the pace. Not with you dripping from his lips.
He moaned hard as he tried with all his being to push his tip deeper so he could spill himself, his cum filled you up and the hot stickiness was welcomed by your inner walls.
His body was limp above yours, his hands were holding him as he breathed heavily "That was intense" he groaned
"It was" you whispered, your cheek against the table, the sweat of your brow was glinting.
"Did you learn anything, dear wife?" He asked and pulled out making you wince
You turned around and stared at him, his hair was messy and his face was still flushed, his eyes were glowing and the smirk he had on his face was too cocky.
"I might have learnt a thing or two" you teased
"Oh I hope so" he grabbed your hands and helped you stand, your legs were weak and you needed his help.
"Perhaps" you stood on your tiptoes and kissed him softly "I need to do more exercises"
He smiled against your lips "We do have a week here"
"One lesson at a time," you said placing your gown over your head "Oh, talking about lessons, Gregory-"
"Gregory?"
"Yes, Gregory told me his tutors were too harsh. I advised him to tell Anthony"
Benedict didn't bother to close his loose shirt and he frowned "Anthony won't listen with the tone he uses" he said as you handed him his belt "Thank you, no I must talk to them"
"Do you?"
"Yes, I know how to approach them. Gregory is a fine young man and I must also talk to Hyacinth's governess, I have seen her lacking"
"Oh" You stood silent as you watched his eyes dancing
"And I must talk to Daphne too, I saw a slight mark by Belinda's foot. I wonder if she checked that. I know Augie doesn't have it"
"Observant"
"And we shall buy the baby some toys, something for her to chew on. She was indeed chewing on my button"
"If you say so"
Benedict smiled as he opened the door for you "Maybe a dainty dress for her"
"Aw are you smitten now by the baby?" you teased
"w-"
"I thought you said you were afraid of you around them, now look at you"
"Let me be, woman..." he said taking your back with his hand "I must start getting prepared with an idea of our own"
"Really?"
He snorted "With how much I make you... blossom" he mocked "with my essence... isn't it unavoidable?"
You shrugged and smirked in his direction "And the lessons haven't stopped"
Do you have any reader and Benedict sexy headcanons?
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Benedict Bridgerton NSFW Headcanons
We all know Benedict Bridgerton to be charming, witty, and somewhat rebellious but most of all our boy is artistic which tells us many things; one, he is observant, two he is a perfectionist and three, he likes to admire... everything.
He is well experienced in this area, he probably got a taste during his Cambridge years and later on started to understand what sex is and from there, the student became the master.
And from all the women he has had on top, underneath or from the sides... when you came into the picture let me tell you Benedict just wanted to give you his soul and body. The term "woman" for him had a different meaning afterwards.
Benedict Bridgerton adores and admires what a woman's body can endure and with you, he makes sure to observe the way your body flinches with his whispers and his soft smirk. He enjoys seeing your rising chest as your breathing increases once he gets too close to you.
When it's time to kiss you he goes fully into it. There is no slow burn, he cannot control it. He takes your lips and pulls you closer.¿ as if he needs to merge with you. He's hungry, oh so hungry, but he has control, he knows what you like and how to please you with his tongue.
As he deepens the kiss, you can feel his hands roaming around your back until he gets the chance to lift your dress skirt, his fingers grazing the inside of your thighs, the warmth of his touch sends shivers up your spine and he knows it. Although he loves your dresses he curses them for the long work it takes to remove them, either way, he takes his time for it.
He might be very spontaneous but he cares too much where you two will do it. If there is a bed he will take it, he really needs to make you comfortable. The couch? sure. The counter, of course, but he might be focusing on the fact that you're not being pushed against the surface or corners. He is THAT gentle.
And when he starts undressing you, the dress always comes first leaving you with your garters and stockings and the damned corset. Sweetest most goddess look you can possibly have. Except, of course, you naked.
His lips go directly to your neck. He knows where the sweet spot is and he traced it hard with his tongue wetting all over your neck to your shoulder blade while his hands keep you in place because the way you squirm in pleasure is increasing. Let's say by now he is hard just by this.
"The prettiest... woman in this world" he whispers as he traces back to your chin and kisses you fiercely.
Sex for him has never been any silent act not from him nor you. So vocal, yes he is.
His hand make sure to remove any clothing by now and when you are ultimately exposed to him he attacks your chest with his lips. He enjoys too much the winces and moans you give when he sucks your nipples and squeezes your breast. He takes both and pushes them together, licks them and leaves them red and wet only to start licking your belly towards his favourite part.
Alright let's get serious. Benedict freaking Bridgerton LOVES LOVES LOVES EATING YOU OUT. PERIOD. NO ARGUMENT FOR THIS. The boy has one thing to do and he does it perfectly and messily as he only knows. He f%&cking loves the moment his nose hides between your legs.
He is so full of himself at that moment and he delivers.
His tongue is magic. It can bring life to his artworks, make you come and make you fall in love all over again. The way he circles his tongue around your clit and oh so softly blos against your folds making you moan again. He always starts at a low pace and knows your wetness is already building up inside so when he sees your puffy nipples is when he ventures lower to your entrance and allows himself to lick you thoroughly.
You can feel your legs shaking as you're already so close.
"You taste divine" he always has to say something about your taste because it's just the truth.
He has had his fair amount of "herbal remedies" but your wetness has proven to be the most addictive thing he has ever tasted and boy he is THIRSTY because he grips your hips (and you know what will happen) because he pulls you closer to his face and dips his tongue inside and rubs your clit with rather his nose bridge or his thumb; whatever he can use.
Sometimes he goes fully into the task and allows your release but my lady... this was only the warm-up.
Already a mess underneath him, Benedict fights with his pride and lust to let your core go and he takes his breeches off. My boy is leaking.
As you might notice, Benedict is big. Like BWC big. Big Artist Dick Energy. Alright, you got it.
So his cock is throbbing and waiting for his relief. But that remnant of pride in him wants to tease a bit more so he positions himself right in front of you but not entirely and slowly thrusts.
"Is this what you want, my dear?"
The only answer he will get is a whine and he is fine with it. He won't ask twice unless he sees any hesitancy from you but there is always a wail that comes from your lips.
And oh Lord, he pushes his dick and stretches you out so nicely. He will never have it the other way because each time, he swears, it is like feeling you for the first time over and over again. He adores the warmth you give to him, the softness of your walls and how well you hug his cock. He definitely loves to see how he pulls out and your skin tightly wraps around him.
Once he is settled, he lets you adjust to his size, not moving. He loves the way you wrap your legs around his waist and how you're already sweating from the anticipation. One soft palming to your breast, his finger traces your bottom lip and he is good to go.
I might have said he is not for anything slow burn but for this, he is. Shoving himself into you, he will never no matter how needy he might be. He cares. So for this, he goes slow and steady.
The sounds coming from the room are just a combination of the sound of the bed and the wet slapping sounds coming from where he is pushing in and out of you. He has his rhythm set, it is slow and sensual as you both look at each other.
"You feel so good, Y/N"
It is when you arch your back that he knows you are feeling something in your navel. He knows you completely to understand your body language. After all, I told you he is very observant.
He starts going faster, and faster and you can't help but cry for more.
He is now fully in and out. His balls slap against you, he has one hand on the headboard and another on your hip and his eyes with dilated pupils locked on your face and the mess he is turning you into.
Once, twice, thrice. His cock says goodbye to your walls only for it to go back with enough force to grace your soft aroused walls inside.
He knows you are almost there. You try to hold him back by pulling his chest against yours and hugging him tightly, but he is stronger and the grip on his shoulders is not enough. He wants to see the expression you'll give him.
His cock is ready to burst inside of you and the pressure is increasing. He gives it to you again and again until he sees that little shock flowing to your face and MY GOD if he could stop time he often thinks... if he could he will at this moment only to stare at your satisfied face, the way your eyelids blink against the pressure and your lips part.
He is no one to tell you to look at him when you are coming, he lets you ride it as you feel. So if you shut your eyes or stare at him fully he will take it. But between you and me, he f&%cking loves it when your eyes roll back. He takes your parted lips as you form an "O" and he pushes himself to the brim.
Can we just say Benedict Bridgerton has a breeding kink? Oh yes. It is when you clench your walls against his dick that he knows he is about to finish. He feels his stomach tensing and his muscles twitching and then he feels his cum releasing inside of you. The whole image inside his mind of his seed flooding your womb and his cock stopping it from dripping is the cherry on top of this masterpiece.
He comes with moans, VOCAL BOY. He scrunches his face and closes his eyes as he pumps at least five times.
He doesn't want to crush you so he holds onto himself with his forearms and places his forehead on top of yours as you both try to calm yourselves and when he feels himself softening inside of you he takes a moment before he pulls himself out, and even if he wants to watch his cum flow out of you, he doesn't... but what the hell, he sometimes -often- takes a peek.
When he rolls next to you he always shows you his wide grin of victory. He moves his arm and pulls you close to him and you rest your head on his chest leaving out a soft sigh of relief and he just smirks like the witty, big boy Benedict Bridgerton is and says:
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Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x f/reader
Warnings: +18 filth, dirty stuff, drink holy water but also romance bc yes
Notes: This is (not) the final chapter of this series omg thank you for reading. I am not done with the series itself, whatever plot comes to my mind I am sure I will develop it. If you have also requests for the series, maybe headcanons, blurbs, or anything I am your loyal writer!
Bournemouth smelled like pines, salt, humidity and sex.
You grabbed your fan and placed it on top of your head, the sun was threatening to burn your skin any second now and you were already sweating too much for your own liking and still you loved every aspect of it. Your hand softly traced the damp sand next to you and you tried to sign your name in it, your eyes darted to the front and you saw Benedict kneeling on the sand meters away from you and he looked addicted to the view.
A chalk by his right hand and a sketching pad in his left. He was inspired.
"Did you see that?!!" he yelled, turning only his head and pointing to the sky "The birds are hunting fish!" he laughed
"I see it!" you yelled back, your hand grabbed the sweating glass of lemonade and you drank all of it "I must go to the water!"
"Yes! Yes!" he exclaimed turning to his sketch "Enjoy!"
You stood up, your head bending away from the umbrella and your feet touched the warm sand. You passed Benedict as he kept sketching and your feet finally touched the sea water. As you giggled, you ventured further and the water soon reached your belly.
The horrid dress you had to wear for sea bathing clung to your body, and the skirt threatened to float up if it wasn't for the small sacks hanging from the skirt actually to prevent that. You stepped further and the water was reaching the underside of your breasts. The waves hit you with their force and you almost lost your balance, but you managed to stay standing. Your hair was being pulled back, your face felt the wind and you laughed, looking at the sun. Why people don't do this often?
"Y/N?!"
You spun around and saw Benedict "Hi!"
"I thought you would damp your soles!" he snorted seeing your small head floating next to the vast sea "You are an adventurer!"
"I am a sea woman!" you laughed "A mermaid!"
Benedict replied with a smile, ran back to the several towels spread by the sand and took a sip of the lemonade. You floated naturally without help and you thanked your mother for taking you to the famous peerless piscine several times. You grinned when Benedict ran to the sea and shivered once the water touched him.
"Come on now!" you yelled
"It is cold!" he kept going forward, the breeches turned black as the water collided with his legs "Oh woman, how do you stay inside there?"
"It gets warm after a while" Your body lost its weight underwater and you kept on flowing with the tide as you waited for him to be next to you "Perhaps you can get in before night"
"Don't tease"
"I can't stop myself"
He reached you and you two looked at each other, the wind was getting wilder and his eyes were shining with the sunlight. Benedict looked like a creature, his pale skin contrasted with the dark water, his eyes were so blue turning green and his hair was slightly moist with the drops of the sea.
"You lo-"
"You lo-"
Both of you laughed as you tried to talk at the same time. Benedict's hands floated your way as he hugged you and you smiled at the warmth of his body, his hands were so big they could probably wrap your whole waist and the idea was too thrilling to be ignored.
"You look like a goddess"
"Well thank you" you kissed his lips gently and looked to the sky, the sun was at its peak "Can we stay here forever?"
"We might turn into merpeople"
"Not the water, the place. Is so quiet"
"Just a few cottages around" he nodded "and they charged me shillings for a basket of vegetables"
"Shillings?"
"Four"
"Oh" you laughed "this is heaven then"
"I wondered," he said floating and staring at you "when would you like to get settled? London or the country?"
You smirked, "You know me, what do I like?"
"The country of course"
"And the city?"
"You like it a lot" he chortled "But you also enjoy the quietness of the countryside"
"What do you like?"
"The country, for sure. London has become crazy, hasn't it?"
"I Loved Your Cottage"
"It is yours now"
"No, I mean, Your Cottage, you silly"
"Ah" he beamed as he leaned backwards wetting all his hair and turning it from chestnut to black "It is not as big as your house"
"And? Doesn't it feel more like a home?"
Benedict got a glimpse of the future inside that cottage, the two of you waking up in each other's arms, making tea, making love, making breakfast and having the entire house for the both of you. It would be a quiet, calm, and peaceful life, like his parents and siblings, family, home, marriage, and kids.
"Come here" The sudden passion got the best of him as he grabbed you from your waist and kissed you deeply, he tasted drops of seawater by your lips and still he swore it was sweet just like before. "We can get a place here" he suggested "This might not be Italy but it surely has beautiful views"
"It can be a vacation place, I know that you want to practice art don't you?"
"No doubt"
"This is further from clients, you ought to have a closer practice to London and we can return to your house for any sort of commissions you might have there"
"That might be the most wifeful statement you have ever said"
"Am I not your wife?"
"You are beyond that" he stated playing with the water next to him "Whatever you want to do with your time?"
"You mean to earn money for a living?" you went straight to splash water on him "Who would employ me?"
"You are the smartest person I know, if you want to do something else I am here to support you, aren't I? Do whatever pleases you, darling"
You looked at the horizon, the sun was going down slowly. A mother? You wanted a family, you desired Benedict's children. Can there be something more than duty within the household?
"I will think about it. I promise" You nodded "I am parched, I'll drink something and will come back so don't move"
You kissed him again and swam back to the towels and the umbrella. Benedict looked at the sun as it kept setting, a smile was forming on his face as he imagined his life, and he was happy, happier than ever but alas his thoughts were cut sharp like a knife slicing bread.
"Oh, look at that" he murmured
As you walked outside the water he saw every angle of your body. The sea bathing dress -that was considered for modesty- did absolutely nothing to hide your modesty. On the contrary, he swears that you look like a marble sculpture with a thin veil covering your curves. The way the wet fabric clings against your thighs and your bottom, the way it hides next to your core and when you return from drinking your lemonade he got the best view.
Whatever for he was sketching the sky when he could be sketching you instead?
"Ben?"
But your questioning was cut because he didn't realize he was being pulled by the image of you. He felt the wind crashing against his damp clothing but he did not care he only shushed his name from your lips and pulled your body to his and kissed you fiercely, the world stopped spinning and everything went in slow motion. Benedict could not help himself but moan and he could feel the heat growing on his groin as he kissed your lips and tasted the lemonade by the way your mouth opened.
"What was that?" you panted, breathless
"I don't know," he whispered, his fingers touching your face, his other hand tracing your curves "you just looked..."
"Yes?"
"Every time" he snorted cupping your cheeks "Every time I believe I have found my inspiration, rather is in that bloody bird hunting fish with the sky and the sea as witness... you come and in your own way you make realize my inspiration is and will forever be you"
You were blushing, your heart was beating too fast for your own liking, your eyes were watering, and your mind was in a trance. You had the power to inspire such a great man "Try to take it back" you said
His pupils were dilated as his hands went to your waist and squeezed it, he felt his cock growing as his eyes travelled through the entirety of your figure. Benedict was in awe and in love. He ran his nose next to your temple and the scent of your skin mingled with the salt of the water made his groin ache
"Darling"
"I'm not stopping you, I am asking you"
"You are a dangerous woman" he gently pushed you down tot he and kissed you again, his lips traveled to your jaw and sucked your skin until the collarbones, his teeth nibbled the flesh and he groaned, his hands were pulling your hips to his "So dangerous"
"Ben" you sighed, your body was on fire that you swore the heat coming off from you could dry your dress in an instant. His tongue licked the salty water from your neck and he sucked hard, leaving a bruise. His lips kissed and sucked, and your head tilted to the side to give him more space, his mouth was doing wonders and your body was trembling, and your legs were clenching together "Oh"
Benedict stopped the attack and cupped your chin, he guided your face to look at him and it was the most absurd feeling he has ever had but nonetheless valid to him because he can swear on God himself that every time he is about to ravish you, he feels like it's the first time. Over and over again, like the most wonderful spell.
"Every moment without you feels like an eternity; you are my deepest longing and my sweetest torment, Y/N"
He caught you off guard and the gasp from your mouth came not only by his loving confession but by the attack next to your vocal cords. Suddenly your dress weighed heavily on you, and your body felt like sinking in the sand so you fidgetted and tried to take your dress off, he noticed it and helped you.
The damped fabric flew and landed heavily on the sand leaving you bare to him again. The exposure was very welcome by you, comfortable under his grip as he took one of your nipples inside his mouth and sucked. You moaned, your hands gripping his hair as he sucked hard and then licked the hard bud "Oh"
His cock twitched in his breeches, and the need for more friction was getting out of control so he unbuttoned the trousers and let them fall to his knees, and then he took his shirt off. Your fingers traced his torso, small grains of sand attached to his skin.
"Look at you" he stood kneeling with you lying down, he admired the way your breasts heaved and fell in a tantalizing rhythm and his hand traced your abdomen and the curls of your sex "So exquisite"
"Benedict" you pleaded, your legs were clenching against the need and you were growing impatient.
He smirked, his finger caressed the sensitive nub and you jumped in pleasure, a moan escaped from your lips as he touched you, the pad of his fingers circling and teasing the bud, his index finger slipped in between your folds and he could not help but grunt at the feeling of your warmth "So wet"
"Please" you moaned again, the heel of your feet pushing down the trousers away from his knees, Benedict hissed as the breeze hit him "Don't make me beg"
"Wouldn't dream of it"
He removed his finger from you and took your wetness around his throbbing member and started pumping his length. You looked at the act and the way his hand moved along with his shaft, his eyes were locked on yours as the pace of his movements increased, he could see how the sight affected you.
"Y/N" he murmured and dropped his body on top of you, the weight of his body against yours made your core burn and his cock rubbed the wetness of your folds, the tip was leaking and the urge of wanting him inside you was making it harder and harder to be patient "My love, you drive me insane"
"I want to feel you" you begged and you did not care
Benedict pushed himself inside you and gasped, the warm feeling was intoxicating. You bit his shoulder and the sting was welcome as he started moving. Your hips were meeting his thrusts and the waves hitting you didn't help at all.
"God!"
You moaned, feeling every inch of him, his thrusts were becoming frantic and the feeling of his body rubbing against yours was bringing you to the edge, his fingers gripped your hips tightly, and his head dropped by the crook of your neck, his breathing was irregular, He couldn't fathom coming now, so soon.
So he stopped and pulled out. A disappointing look came from you by the lack of friction but Benedict went to the other side of the towels and plummeted on his back as he waved his fingers at you.
"Come here"
And you did, climbing over him and placing his cock at your entrance. You sunk down and threw your head back, your hands placed themselves by his pectorals and he took your breasts with his mouth. You didn't know in which position you felt closer to him but this one, you could feel him reaching so deep.
"Ben"
"Y/N"
You were riding him and his hips bucked, his hands went to your hips and gripped them tight. Break all of him he did not care. The sight of you bouncing without any care in the world, the sun hitting your back, the sand sprinkled by your shoulders and the sweat forming on your chest.
"Take me all" he panted, his hand grasping your bottom and squeezing it hard "I'm so close, darling, take me"
"Benedict!, I-"
The orgasm came for you first, your core clenched around his cock while your sense only focused on the tantalizing moment of the shock, and he grunted, his hips bucking into yours with the sole purpose of making you keep all of his seed now and never let it go out of you.
Benedict contracted and his mouth opened gasping for air as he came. Your hips were moving and helping him ride out his orgasm. His cock twitched inside you and his hands fell limp by his sides, slowly he went to lay flat while you were still on his lap.
"Y/N" he rubbed his mouth
"Hmmm?"
"You are not allowed to go near the sea, you hear me?"
You chuckled "Why is that?"
"Because you are dangerous, a siren, and you will lure me"
"More than I have lured you now?"
By dinner time, you two were sore of the sun and without help around you were chaotic.
"Stew has carrots"
"Does it?"
"Please" you took the cutting board "Potatoes and tomatoes"
"Can we add..." he closed the basket "Artichoke"
"Sure! With some runner beans"
"Have you tried them?"
"No" you read the small note from the farmer "But he placed them inside"
"They are hard as pebbles" he scrunched his nose as he touched the vegetables "He ought to boil them"
"Alright, let's fill the pot and boil them"
"Is there tea?" he suddenly asked
"Whatever for?"
"Drink"
You rolled your eyes and stopped putting vegetables inside the pan "First we need to boil these, Benedict"
He sighed "I am clueless in the kitchen"
"And I'm not? You come here and fill this pot, I won't starve"
"We should have brought help"
"No"
"and why not?"
"We must learn to be self-sufficient"
"I'm quite sure that no matter where we go we will bring Mrs and Mr Crabtree with us"
"In the meantime we are alone. Did you fill it?"
"Here" he passed the pot
"Thank you" you smiled and placed the pot by the fire you struggled to start then you took the kettle, you placed the pot under the sink and waited for the water to boil "Where's the tea?"
"Uh" Benedict rushed, proud he found it he passed the can "Here, my love"
"Do you know how brew it?"
"O-of course!" he laughed taking the kettle "Mother showed me once"
"Once" you raised your eyebrow
"She had faith"
You nodded and went back to chopping vegetables and he watched how the water slowly started boiling, his mind wandered to the past days and the idea of having a family with you was the thing he was most looking forward to.
"I'm quite confident we have this!" he exclaimed
An hour later you sprinkled salt and butter on top of the bland boiled vegetables while sipping a tea filled with small leaves and dunking a small biscuit in it. So much for being self-sufficient.
That night however among some stomach cramps you slept and woke up with the sound of the waves hitting the shore. The sun was coming out and the smell of salt and seawater was fresh. You went to the balcony and looked at the ocean and the sky, the clouds were forming a beautiful view and you smiled. Breakfast came and it was less of a hassle to prepare, along with the confiture of many fruits. Afterwards, Benedict and you walked around the land, the pines enclosed a beautiful view and the bushes hid foxes and bunnies you tried -and failed- to feed.
By lunch, Benedict prepared lemonade, once putting salt rather than sugar, and ventured to the sea where you swam until your stomach roared. You went back to the cottage and had a light lunch before returning to the water before dinner. That was the routine, oh-so peaceful routine that usually ended with Benedict kissing your waist and burying his face between your legs trying to find something to eat that is not vegetables nor soup.
By the last night inside the cottage, you forgot about dinner at all while Benedict took the orange confitures and smirked at your bare chest by the kitchen table.
"It is like a painting" he said taking a spoonful and letting the translucent syrup drop from the spoon by your skin "It is so beautiful"
You moaned and felt the cold liquid dropping by your chest, his fingers played with the confiture and your body was responding, your legs were slightly shaking at the passive touch.
"We have blueberries? Confiture I mean"
"I believe so"
He chirped and walked back to the cupboard. You could hear him opening and closing, and you saw him going to the sink and opening the jar, he took the spoon and scooped some of the contents of the jar and came back to you.
"Blueberry and orange"
"I don't know but it looks amazing" he let the liquid drop, his movements like the artist he is and he sprinkled more drops by your navel. The heat in your body was rising and the need to be touched was getting bigger and bigger. Benedict dropped a small quantity over the curve of your breast and you were about to scream but then he dropped his mouth and licked the fruit from your body.
"It's too much sugar" you added
Benedict's lips, slightly covered by the syrupy fruit, smiled and licked his lips. He continued to do it again and again. It was so hot in the kitchen that the humidity was starting to get the better of you. He continued licking your skin and his hand grabbed the jar and opened the lid.
"I'm going to ruin you" he whispered, his mouth sucking your neck and the confiture of blueberry dripping into the curve of your stomach
"You already did" you gasped, and another kind of syrup started to form between your legs
"No, dear, this time I will make sure you never forget what means to be loved by me"
He dripped more confiture and his mouth was ravishing your skin. The mixture of his mouth and the cold sweet syrup was driving you mad. Your hips were lifting from the table and your hands were pulling his hair. The need of him, his cock, anything, was consuming you.
"Benedict" you were panting "Don't make me wait"
"Never, my love"
His lips went to your navel and as his hands pushed and pulled the skirt of your dress he found the absence of your pantalettes and grinned at you.
"This is the first time you don't wear them"
You felt like a child as you threw your hands in the air "Are you going to talk about them or do something about it?"
"Impatient" he scolded and his mouth went to your core. The heat coming off your cunt was making him hungry, he could smell your arousal, and his tongue licked the wetness. Better than any sweet syrup he could taste. His hands were holding the back of your thighs as his tongue worked his magic.
You whined and lifted your hips to push his tongue deeper, you needed more friction, but he was not having it. He promised to ruin you tonight, he needed to keep his word. Benedict took his time licking and nibbling the lips and then the hood of your sex, he dipped his tongue inside you and the taste of the fruit mingled with the taste of you and the need of filling himself with you was adamant.
The art of teasing was his masterpiece and as he moved his mouth to the little nub your cries were growing louder and louder. Your legs were shaking and the pressure in your belly was building faster than ever. Your fingers gripped his hair and your legs closed around his head not before he pulled apart and that left you breathless.
"Benedict!"
What a low man he is right now denying an orgasm to the woman he loves but he can't "Forgive me, this cannot end like this. Stand up, love"
He helped you stand up and kissed you, his hands were on your hips and his mouth was devouring yours, his teeth pulling your bottom lip, and you gasped. His tongue tasted like a mix of confiture, and you could feel your essence still there, and his cock was pulsating. He spun you around and softly bent you down. The cold table was hitting your body and his cock was pressing by your backside.
"Benedict, pleaseeeoh! oh!" you felt him inside in one single stride and your hand slapped the table with force "Oh!!"
He grunted at the easiness of his thrust, his hips were meeting yours and he could see the way your ass was moving against his thrusts, he was mesmerized and his hand reached to your hair and pulled your head back.
"I want you to come hard and scream my name"
"I will" you cried, his cock was pushing against the spot that makes you scream.
"Who is making you feel like this, love?"
"Oh, oh!"
"Y/N"
"You! God!"
But he stopped. As much as he liked the sound of his name spilled between your lips he stopped. He took you and trotted to the reading room where he sat on the couch and guided your body to his lap.
"Come here"
"I need you" you whispered as you took his member and aligned it to your entrance
"Then take me"
The position made him feel more intense, you were bouncing up and down and he was thrusting from his angle. He captured your breast in his mouth and sucked hard trying to leave his mark; his hand slapped and kneaded your butt and he loved how it felt.
"Benedict"
"Come" he grunted, and his fingers were rubbing your clit fast "Come with me"
Your mouth parted with the final release of what has been denied of you for some minutes. It felt better, stronger and more craved than an orgasm without teasing. You rode, rode and rode as Benedict was being milked by your insides. He squinted his eyes, flashes of your curves waving front and back as you rode him and dried him again.
Still. He was hard and full for you.
He remained quiet against your panting and allowed you two to giggle yourself out of the frenzy of the moment.
"Well" you rubbed your arm "Hunger is forgotten"
"Not quite" he took you from your hips, pushed you out of his cock and made you -in a second- kneel on the couch
"What ar-"
"Ruining you"
"Benedict"
"Y/N, love"
You screamed as he entered you again, his cock inside of you still strong against your walls and the new angle made the feeling even better. His thrusts were frantic, his hands were gripping the edge of the couch and the sweat was dripping from his chest.
"You're so tight, darling"
Your hands were stopping your head from hitting the armrest while naturally, your ass curved to meet his frantic hips, once, twice, thrice he kept on going and his hand rapidly rubbed your folds.
"Wai- wait!" you said between moans "Oh-wait, I'm-"
"I will make you so full" he rubbed your nub and saw your release under him, how one of your legs stretched backwards as your body quivered and the wetness dripped between your thighs "So full"
He didn't stop, he continued, his cock was throbbing and he could feel the seed ready to burst out and his body was aching, he could not fathom another minute, he couldn't.
"Oh, god!" you whimpered "Oh, Ben"
"My love" he grunted, and the white ropes of cum hit the walls of your cunt, and your walls milked him once more in too much sensitivity you both collapsed.
"That was..." you chuckled, your chest rising and falling "Something"
"Yeah" he said, his body falling by the side of the couch
You were sore, every part of your body was tired, but the warm feeling was present and Benedict's eyes were focused on the ceiling.
"Y/N" he panted
"Yes, love"
"I don't know about you, but I'm famished"
You chuckled, the smell of sex was intoxicating but the thought of having a good meal made the difference.
"Do you crave boiled artichokes?"
"With badly brewed tea?"
"You are reading my mind, Mr Bridgerton"
*-*-*-*
Your eyes darted to the inside of Violet's cottage, a gift from Edmund when she became with child -Anthony- and you felt somehow ashamed at the way you profaned the place. By the dining room, you took the duty of getting Benedict's cock inside your mouth. By the kitchen, Benedict spread strawberry confiture on your breasts and sucked them whole. By the reading room, you two wrinkled so many pages while he trusted into you on top of the desk or last night's encounter that you swore you could smell it in the air.
You blushed at the images and tried to remember if you left the house in a good state. You took your small satchel and left the Bournemouth Cottage -not cottage- and joined Benedict by the carriage.
"We will be back" he promised "Once we settle I will write to my mother and tell her that planning a family event here can be what we all need. Perhaps if Colin hears we will be next to the sea he will join... that man and his travels"
You giggle slumping on your seat "He's next"
"For?"
"For finding someone"
"Oh, so it's between Eloise and Colin, isn't it? What a season will be"
"And Francesca too"
"My God" he closed the door and patted the ceiling "If we have girls, I will never allow them to leave us"
"What if they meet someone like you?"
He snorted "Especially someone like me" he teased "So, where to?"
You smiled "My Cottage"
"Your Cottage understood... Sir!" he exclaimed "To Wiltshire please!"
It was a lost day from Bournemouth to Wiltshire, by dinner you two arrived and Mrs Crabtree could not stop telling both of you how red you were and how she owns a "special ointment" for such burns, Mr Crabtree was fast to argue that the ointment is the one causing burns and not fixing them.
The next morning however as tired as you were you woke up before Benedict, a routine that was well established and your appetite opened not with the smell of boiled vegetables but by a beautiful service a la francaise presented by Mrs Crabtree. You quite devoured most of it leaving Benedict with his share and when he found it, he finished it in half the time you took to eat yours.
"I have some news"
"Hmmm?"
"I read the letters while we were on our Honeymoon. One from my mother saying she expects us before the season ends for one or two balls"
"That is no problem"
"One from Anthony, he asked me to keep track of some accounts"
"The ones you managed while he was on his honeymoon?"
"Those exactly" Benedict took a final sip of tea, "He asked for some help that's all and then... another letter from this professor of mine, he has reached too many families in London and has advertised my talents"
"Oh"
"Yes, he is positive I will start my practice soon"
"I thought you already did"
He blushed "Thank you"
"So, will you open a studio?"
"Perhaps, I'm thinking about it, perhaps" he chuckled "And imagine them buying my own pieces?" he chortled "That must be the best feeling ever"
You reached across the table and squeezed his hand "You better get your supplies, you had an arsenal back in London. If we visit your Mother then we shall take them"
"I shall take that painting of yours"
Your eyes widened "Please tell me you covered it"
"Is not even finished, Y/N"
"Is that an invitation for me to keep posing?"
"Help an artist in need" he smirked
Peace after the honeymoon was achieved. The newfound freedom you got after being married had a certain glow on you. You started reading more, writing and debating more... Mrs Crabtree was quite the best person to polish your argumentative skills, that woman could not hold her tongue at all. It was a month of a blissful marriage life and countless "I can't walk" mornings.
By the time you arrived in London the gates of the Bruton House opened and Hyacinth and Gregory's voice filled the echoing entrance.
"Mother?!" Benedict called out as the children reached him
"In the drawing room!"
She greeted you so warmly, she asked about the cottage and rambled about her times in it, Daphne joined later surprising the rest, she beamed high and radiant with a plump belly and a child in her arms.
"Daphne" you greeted
"Come here, you" she hugged you with her baby by the side "You ought to tell me everything"
"Let me" you tried to help her with the child by her arms "Hi Belinda" you smiled at your good memory "Well, hello beautiful"
"Brother, I must keep Y/N for myself this moment"
Benedict shrugged at the proper way his sister always talked and turned around to talk with his mother, of course not after getting a glimpse of the small creature by your arms, the way you tried to hold her properly and how you failed to keep the poor baby steady, rather bouncing it all over. And he loved it.
That night you and him, presented as married joined Lady Danbury's ball, one of the lasts of the season and where a lot of debutantes went hunting, fiercely, for a "last minute husband".
"I got mine quite fast" you joked to Violet who gave you a small nudge and left to be with Francesca
"You are funny" Benedict said by your side
"I lied…Took us years, doesn't it?"
"Years and few days" he scoffed "Don't make it sound like it was the hunt of my life"
You turned to him with squinted eyes "Oh trust me, husband, if someone was indeed hunting... it was not you"
Benedict bumped your puffy dress skirt and you giggled, he leaned down to your ear as a diamond earring adorned it "But did you like the prize?"
You took your gloved hand and cupped his cheek "The most beautiful, most handsome, and talented man of them all"
Benedict gave you a solemn kiss while the clinking of cups echoed in the ball, he took your hand and guided you away from the crowd. After some head bows and smiles you smirked at the lonely room where he was letting you enter. As the shadows appeared, the music faded behind and the smell now of paper triggered your memory.
"And what are we doing here?"
"Bringing justice" he said, his hand touching his tailcoat but he stopped "You know that since I met you your joy was and still is my joy?"
"I did not"
"And your pain is mine too"
You bit your lip and blushed "What about my love? is it yours too?"
"No, it is quite bigger I'm afraid"
"Well," you smiled "at some point something had to differ... What you got there?"
Benedict slightly shook his head at the moment and took the small book from the inside pocket of his tailcoat "This curious little thing"
"Oh" you took it, your fingers expertly finding the poem he wrote inside, a poem for you "Curious indeed"
"I thought we must leave it where we found it" he shrugged "After all, we lend it and we put part of us there"
Your fingertip grazed the binding "I like the poeticness of the act"
"I knew it"
"Tragic too"
"Why so?"
"Shouldn't we put it on our shelf?"
"And hide our story from everyone else?"
You grinned and stared at his shadowy face "Perhaps then... one of those poems became a tangible thing"
You took the book and allowed yourself to read the poem he wrote, the beautiful curves of his handwriting and the captivating meanings of each verse. You extended to him but he pushed it back to you.
"You ought to put it, you took it"
"Alright"
You placed the book right where you remember you once took it. The memory of that night embraced your chest with nostalgia and a slight sting in your eyes. You blinked and pushed the fragile papers inside, a bit deeper so no one could be seriously interested in it.
"Done"
"Good job" he smiled, his face tilted as he captured in his mind this mere moment "You want to know something more?"
"What?"
He held your hand, discarding your glove as he threw it over his shoulder, he gripped your hand skin to skin"I cannot separate where you end and I begin" he proclaimed
You only could swoon at it with a smile, you allowed him to go first as you took the knob "And that is fine by me" you said, your hand pulled the door to the library and it closed "Because between you and me, there is truly not an end, is it?"
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Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x f/reader
Warnings: The dirty is here, mature words, basically written prn and raw stuff +18
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Is there something like violent love?
You were not asking yourself that when you tackled Benedict and made him lay flat on his back. You did not ask yourself that when your lips attacked his with ferocity and he did not care. You were not even asking it to yourself when your hands took charge of his clothes.
Benedict helped as he unbuttoned all the damned layers hiding his chest. The tailcoat was thrown away, the scarf was discarded with efficacy, and his waistcoat was forgotten by the floor.
“Was the poem that good?” He asked between kisses
You broke the attack and asked, “Do you need to ask what you already know?”
“You’re right” he grunted and took your bare waist, turned your fragile body around and made you land on your back “let me” he put a finger on your mouth “You’ll have plenty of chances to take the lead”
He promised you with a smile and started the journey of the wedding night. He knew this was going to happen and he felt proud he waited for the day. All those tempting times you eyed him with innocence when you spread your legs and moaned his name… but no, he was strong. Was. Now is a different story, he has you beneath him and holding his name. He can taste all of heaven and stay there for as long as he wants only to taste it again.
“Ben” you called him, your arm grazing his “Is everything alright?”
“Never better” he leaned to kiss your lips and he trailed his mouth all over your chin to your neck where he used his tongue to lick you until he was satisfied.
Your legs parted and welcomed his waist, your fingers tangled into his hair and your soft moans were music to his ears.
“I’ll make you feel so good, Y/N. I promise” he murmured licking his way down to your chest where he took your nipple and sucked it.
You could not believe it, the sensation of his warm mouth and the wet tongue, your nipple was being stimulated in ways you did not expect at least today. You never thought sex was such a dance where every step -calculated or not- brings waves of pleasure.
“Go down” you moaned, instinctively your hand pushed his shoulder and Benedict understood
His hands found the ribbons that hold your pantalettes and he pushed them down, his hands however took turns to remove your garters and slide the stockings out of you. The unwrapping was done.
“Look at you” he licked his lips “look at how beautiful you are and look how hard I am for you. Is this what you want from me? This cock inside you, making you come and feel loved and cherished? Do you want me, Y/N?”
You blinked at the questions. Of course, you shouted in your mind yet you silently nodded.
“Yes?” He asked again
“Yes, I want that” you admitted and your legs widened again.
Benedict crawled between them, but lowered his face rather than lowering his trousers. His face met your folds and his tongue did its job. He licked your core with the passion and the hunger he showed when he kissed your lips.
“Oh Ben”
“Hmmm” His tongue played with your nub as he couldn’t hold it anymore. He pulled you closer and closer by the waist and made you curve your body with his skilful tongue.
You did not know where to put your hands, your hips, your legs or anything else. Your whole body was tensed as a violin string and ready to burst at any moment.
And he kept going, excruciatingly slow as he licked a straight line over and over again. He needed to make you come undone in his face, he is addicted to that moment he needs it now. But as much as he desires it this is only to prepare you, he told himself.
You owe him one. He mentally stated.
“What-“You looked at him as he pulled apart, he had never left you in such a state “no y-“
“I’ll get my turn later” he untied his trousers and they were down at the same time as his undergarments.
Your eyes travelled to the beautiful chiselled chest and the trail leading to his member. Always hard. You smiled. His hand stroked it twice and then he touched your core. With ease he took your juices and spread them around his length, stroking a few more times.
Benedict crawled to be fully above you and kissed your cheek “This will hurt”
You nodded “Al-alright”
“Tell me if I should stop”
“You better not” you whispered
He looked at you one more time and he tried to part your legs wider. He held himself with one arm as his right hand led his cock by your core, and when he grazed the tip he noticed the flinch you gave.
“Bu-“
“I will go in” he reassured you “It will. Try to relax, love”
His mouth met yours, and his tongue invaded you. He started to push himself in, and as it was difficult the first time you whimpered against his lips. Benedict had to let you go and see the pained expression on your face. If he could feel the tightness around him he can imagine how you feel stretching for him.
“It’s alright” he said kissing your temple and trying to go deeper and you grasped the linen in support.
It did not matter how much you tried to relax. It felt uncomfortable, it burned, and a tear ran down your cheek. Benedict stopped for a moment to take your face and wipe the tear with his thumb.
“I-I’m fine” You opened your eyes and curved your lips “Is it all?”
“Half”
You closed your eyes again and Benedict started to chuckle at the scene but he however pushed deeper and deeper as you felt it, the burn was trailing behind. Your mind was too concentrated on the feeling to even understand what was going on.
It did not hurt anymore, just an unfamiliar feeling, yet you could not explain.
When Benedict was fully inside you he groaned and let you both breathe “Y/N”
“Eh? Yes?”
“That's all"
You opened your eyes to see the soft veil of sweat on his forehead and you tried to see between you and you saw all the skin touching and felt him inside.
"Do you want me to move?"
"Uhmmm" you said "Yes"
"It will hurt"
"Please" you begged
His mouth met yours once more and he started to pull out and push in. A couple of thrusts and you felt the pain, nothing like the pain of your courses, this one was mild with the sudden intrusion of his shaft. Benedict on the other hand has never been with a virgin and the confidence he once had about the whole situation flew right from the window. He can't, won't and mustn't come undone before he can make you feel like you're touching the sky.
He kissed your mouth once and took his right hand, he licked his fingers and so slowly drew them next to your navel and all the way to your core where he started to play with your nub while his thrusts were steady. You did not know where to look. To the man between your legs and the place where he entered you, or to his face where the concentration is palpable.
"I thought" you gulped as he trusted "You said no thinking while doing this"
He snorted a laugh "I did say that, right?" He moved faster and harder, his fingers played with your nub and his lips found their way to your breast, sucking your nipple. You did not know where the sensation began and where it ended.
"Ben" you moaned his name "I-I-feel it"
He abandoned the cocoon around your figure and stood straight on the bed where he could see the way you two connected and he took your legs and experimented with opening them more and seeing if he could get deeper.
You were not able to think, you were not able to breathe properly, it was impossible, and all you could do was moan louder and louder.
"All the ways I can show you" he grunted with his stride and took your legs again and placed them straight on each side of his head "Is this alright?"
The position made your navel feel different, there was a sudden urge to pee but as impertinent as the sensation was, you knew it was something else "Uhu, oooh"
"yes?" he grasped your thighs as he kept pushing in and out.
"It's. I-"
"Y/N"
"oooh" you cried out
"So pretty" he grunted and let go of one thigh and took your hand that was holding the linen and guided it to his lips "Touch yourself" he instructed
The air smelled different as your eyes merged with his and your hand rubbed circles in your folds. This passion you felt was above your expectations and understood that clearly this was meant to be saved until last.
"Come for me" he grunted and he started to thrust faster and deeper.
You squinted your eyes, scrunched your nose and tried to hold onto something, when Benedict noticed it he allowed your legs to fall to the sides and embraced you from above, he buried his face in your crook and trusted faster your thoughts became scrambled.
"B-Ben-ohhhh-Be" you sang altogether
Although he needed your pleasure to be prolonged his experience mind played a trick on him. He could do something else with you he hasn't been able to do. He can spill himself in you until he becomes dry. What devil possessed him now?
He went in speed inside you and out, the tip of his cock threatening to fully go out but he bottomed again and when he heard your loud cries mixed with a growl he has never heard out of you, is when he came. His whole body shuddered, his cock twitched with your contracting walls and the puzzle was done. You matched so perfectly with him as you took all of his cum.
Benedict collapsed on top of you, the weight of him was not a burden as your arms encircled him, and you caressed his back while your heart beat furiously.
"That was" he murmured and looked at you
"Amazing" you breathed
He chuckled next to your neck and kissed you. "Now we've consummated it" he whispered and took your face with his hands "You are mine, and I am yours, my darling"
"How long for doing it again"
Benedict rubbed his face as he laughed, he rolled away from you and landed on his back "We have all night, love"
You turned and rested your head on his chest, you traced the lines of his muscles, his sweaty skin, and you hummed "Alright"
"You know what?"
"Hmm?"
"I am happy we waited until the wedding day"
"I would not have minded being introduced to this before"
He cupped your face "Look at you, all naughty"
You grinned and energetically sat upright "Let us bathe together-oh"
"What?"
You touched your inner thigh and stared "There is a sprinkle of blood here"
"Let me see"
You let him sit next to you and examine the red spread on your skin "Nothing bad, normal at all coasts" he reassured you and kissed your shoulder
"Then we shall bathe"
Benedict drowsily plummeted back to the bed "Women. Always with energy after this"
"Which tells you which is the stronger sex"
*-*-*-*
Normally you would complain about lack of sleep but as Benedict kept pulling you close to his mouth, it was impossible to conceive sleeping as an option you really needed. If until now it was not clear, Benedict is enthusiastic of taking your core in his mouth and drink all of you until you can't see colours anymore.
"Ben!" you yelped, your hand grabbing the wooden cabinet and your other pulling his hair "Ben, I-"
"I goddamn love you," he said between licks and pushed his tongue inside you.
You arched your back, your nipples pointed up, your toes curled and your legs shivered. The release you had was different from all the ones he gave you. Benedict's mouth is a master in making you forget how to speak, breathe, walk, and do anything other than sing his name over and over again.
He sighed in genuine happiness as he felt your insides tensing and clenching around his tongue "Oh girl" he licked once and helped your leg around his shoulder to lay on the floor "You taste divine"
Standing up. A new position you loved.
You inhaled as you stood naked by the wall and the cabinet and widely smiled "Thank you"
"I am your slave," he said still on his knees "although, I do need you to pull me up"
"Come here" You extended your hand and Benedict held it and used it as leverage.
He did not let go of your hand, he just brought it to his lips and kissed your knuckles "Shall we go to sleep?"
"I must go and clean myse-"
"I already did" he mischievously licked his lips
"Just a bit more with water... for the second time"
"Get used to it" he stated behind you "We will bathe at least three times...." he yawned "A day... more than any other...." he stopped and continued "Royal in the Country... more than the Queen..."
You returned as you threw the used cloth to a basket and saw Benedict eagle-spread on the bed, open-mouthed and snoring "You snore beautifully, husband"
*-*-*-*
When the morning came, the air that was once filled with your moans and his was now filled with rustling leaves and singing birds. You rubbed your eyes and stretched your arms, your legs, and back and when you opened them completely and the light illuminated the room you turned to see Benedict's naked body as some sheets wrapped his legs and nothing more.
His face, even though he has beautiful features now only shows tranquillity and adorableness as his mouth is slightly parted and he looks younger and purer.
"Husband" You whispered and moved closer to kiss his cheek "Good morning..." you sang and there was no response "Bonjourne...?" you snorted at his deep slumber and decided to leave him be
After opening your small trunk and getting a simple attire far away from the fabric of your wedding gown, you left the room and went down the stairs you found Mrs Crabtree already holding fruits around her arms.
"Oh, finally we have someone who is an early bird around here!" She exclaimed making you laugh
Benedict however welcomed his first day as a husband alone that for a deadly second -or more- he felt complete sadness as if he dreamed with the past months and you were only what his mind wanted, except real. The dreadful moment passed when his blurry eyes spotted a slight blur of blood by the linen and he knew he did not mingle with virgins at all... you are real.
Like an accordion, he went straight and to his feet. He took the breeches and the shirt of yesterday's event and trotted outside the room looking for his missing piece and when he heard your laughter inside the dining room he quickened his pace and entered.
"H-"
"Good morning!" you went ahead before him, your hand wiped the corner of your mouth with a napkin and you stood up "Good morning" you repeated and smiled at him
"My, my" he murmured, his eyes travelling through your attire, your hair, your face and his mouth agape "You look so beautiful"
Mrs Crabtree chuckled and put the fruit basket on the table "You have finally found someone that can take you out of the bed" She stood up and softly palmed your shoulder "I'll prepare the things"
"Thank you, Mrs. Crabtree"
Benedict then leaned forward and bumped your head with his "Good morning"
"How did you sleep?"
"Deep"
"I knew that" you giggled I tried to wake you up but failed miserably"
He caressed your arm "You ate something?"
"Oh yes, Mrs Crabtree is no frugal woman when it comes to food"
"That is why my mother always said I return healthy every time I come here"
"She prepared so much, come"
Your insistence was not much needed. His stomach hurt at the first bite and his eyes watered due to the flavour. Benedict did not know whether to eat and drink fast or slow. You ate slowly, enjoying every single bite, and every time you caught him looking at you, you could only blush and continue eating.
"I thought we could leave tomorrow for our Honeymoon... Bournemouth is a day ride if we are lucky" he swallowed his tea and then he stared at you. Your face lit up with wrinkles around your eyes and he wanted to choke on his drink "Oh dear"
"Bournemouth? Are you taking me to the beach?!" you exclaimed like a mad person and he nodded "Oh! My! That's great!"
"I am so sorry, I am so" he palmed his forehead "It was supposed to be a surprise!"
"I don't m-"
"I was..." he tried to justify it "And you... I... it's your fault!" he said between a laugh
"My fault?"
"Yes, I was staring too much at you"
"How is that my fault? I can't help if I'm too blinding"
He snorted at your comment, not because it was a lie but because of your blinking eyes trying to appear innocent "Well if the surprise is ruined-"
"It's not"
"If it is already revealed" he corrected "then I must make it up to you. Believe it or not, I am remorseful"
"Make it up? I can think of several things"
"Don't test me, wife"
"I'm not. I am just saying I do not mind what you choose, I would be happy even with a stroll through the garden"
*-*-*-*
The sound of the rustling leaves could not by any chance mute the sound of your gasps, the way Benedict's hands grasped your thigh nor the moment his mouth made a lascivious contact with your neck. Pinned against the wall you tried to fight for any sort of power but next to Benedict's height and strength, it seemed that there was no option.
"Oh, Ben"
"I am trying... so hard" he panted against your ear, his teeth nibbled your earlobe and you closed your eyes, your breathing ragged. "Please tell me why I can't keep myself away from you?"
You couldn't answer, his mouth took yours in a lecherous way that the only thing you could do was moan as an answer.
"Do you like this garden?" he asked all of a sudden
The stroll he promised remained a stroll for less than ten minutes "So peaceful"
"I know" he murmured slightly bitting your neck "Do you like the arch?" he questioned, his hands finding your lower back and intentionally pulling your closer to him so that you arched your way to his chest "Gives us privacy"
Your dancing eyes saw the bricked arch you were below and your cheeks burned at the thought of what was currently going on. The weather was hot, the sun was high and the sweaty bodies against one another only made the temperature rise more.
"I like it"
"This is why I wanted to show it to you" he pulled the hem of your dress skirt and pulled it higher exposing your legs and your clothed core "So we can enjoy ourselves fully" he pulled you closer and the friction between his breeches and your core made you groan "do you want that?"
"Yes I-I-want-ohhh"
His fingers rubbed you underneath your pantalettes, his other hand was holding the skirt of the dress while his mouth took yours fiercely in almost a bite. You dragged your hands to his wide shoulders and squeezed at the rhythm he kept rubbing you.
"Let me show you more of this garden"
You saw your world spin, not by an orgasm but by him as he turned you around and you face -mostly- the bricked pillar of the arch.
Benedict came close to your ear and murmured "There, by the front..." his hands travelled to your breasts, no tight corset to untie -or cut- so his hands found them easy to grasp "there is a reading nook I know you would love" he licked his lips and pulled down your pantalettes.
Your hand went directly to your mouth and muffled your groan. Your eyes looked down but couldn't see because of the pulled skirt by your waist yet you felt how he spread your legs wider and you turned around trying to see him "wh-what else?"
Benedict smirked at your reaction, his fingers playing with your folds, gathering the wetness he was the one to blame, and circling your clit. You were not able to hold a groan.
"Oh, Y/N"
"Yes-s?"
"Look at this view"
You opened your eyes and clearly, you were seeing different things.
"There is a shed," he said and ran his fingers again around your core before spreading his palm around your cheek and kneading it once "Quite big" twice "Perfect for us" three times and he pulled away
You heard the sound of a belt being unfastened, a zip and the sound of him pulling the fabric of his breeches. You held tightly the pillar and arched your back trying to see anything behind. His godly face came and kissed your cheek.
"Is this alright?" he asked
"What?" then you nodded "Yes, yes, just..." you pushed your lower half to him in the neediest way you could think of "Just do something"
"Oh, I will"
He guided the tip of his pulsating cock around your folds, gathering your juices and getting into place. He knew the second time will be a replay of the first so he tried to slide it slowly and he heard how your hands snugged the bricked pillar in front of you.
"Don't tense, Y/N"
You nodded feeling the new position, your face scrunched at the tightness and the bulge you thought you were getting because of the way his member was entering you. You hissed under your breath at the stretching but pain? No pain. The sweat around your neck quickly faded down and the only uninvited feeling was the stretch.
"Half?" you asked
"Not yet" he smirked at your innocent question and saw how he was sliding inside of you and how well you hugged him "I was made for you" he proclaimed
"Ben" you moaned
"I want you to know that," he said with his husky voice as he was pushing inch after inch into you "You are the only one" he sighed
"Oh"
"Are you ready?"
"I-"
Benedict pushed the last inch and rested his head on the middle of your shoulder blades. He took a breath and kissed the exposed skin of your back, he pulled away and pushed again, a slow rhythm of his cock going in and out and you were moaning louder. He has found a position which you were highly receptive to and he couldn't love it more. He took the skirt of your dress and pulled it higher, the curve of your back was beautifully done as he saw the ripples of your skin whenever he went deeper.
"It feels..." you said, your cheeks flushed, your head hot "So good, Ben"
"Good is not better" he whispered "And better is not perfect"
He took your waist and gripped it tightly, his cock went out leaving his tip inside and then he went in.
You couldn't hold the feeling of being loved like this. At this moment you felt that you just needed to be arched and leg-spread for the rest of your life and you will be thankful for it as Benedict went and stretched you over and over and over again.
"Oh, Ben, is so-oooh" you moaned
You could hear the wet sounds your core was making every time he went in and out, his pants and groans, and the sound of the slapping flesh. It was so much that your body began to burn, your legs quivered, and your walls clenched him harder than before. You thought you knew what a standing orgasm was but this, this was the thing that made you thirsty for the rest of your life.
Your world got shaken with the shivering and quivering shock inside of you. Your eyes rolled, and your mouth emitted such a harsh blunt and loud moan that you couldn't remember your name for the very first seconds of it.
Benedict was surprised when he felt how the grip inside of you was so tight that it became hard to move, it was so strong that it felt like a vice squeezing his cock.
"God, Y/-"
"Don't ss-top"
He admired the moment and followed your orders. He pushed in knowing this would make him come for you fast. He grunted at the effort and moaned as you milked him dry, the warmth and the pulsing feeling was the last drop that made him come deep inside of you.
Benedict's legs quivered as he tried to hold your body and his in the position you two were. He felt the small contractions you gave him and he pulled apart seeing a quick glimpse of some drops falling from you before quickly pulling your pantalettes to cover your bum.
You whizzed at the pace of your breathing and managed to stand up straight. Your muscles relaxed when you gathered your energy and when Benedict held you by your waist, you chuckled.
"There is..." you breathed out "No shed that way" you pointed "Is that way"
Benedict snorted and kissed your lips "Forgive me, I was again, distracted"
After an arm slap from your part, you two stepped into the actual garden and walked back to the house for some sort of hydration.
"Oh, Mrs Bridgerton" Mrs Crabtree appeared with a set of gardening tools "I found these, I believe these are the ones you requested" Then she saw Benedict "Mr Bridgerton, the itinerary for the honeymoon is in the office"
"Thank you, Mrs C-"
"You two are so red, the sun is not good for long exposure"
"Oh, I was showing Y/N the garden" he explained
Mrs Crabtree slightly frowned "I showed her the garden yesterday"
You touched Benedict's arm "Oh, he showed me the shed and the arch downstairs... it was a good garden stroll"
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The invitations were sent as personal correspondence.
The License was issued with a Special Status according to the Crown and Chruch of England.
The Vicar was selected who sent the service beforehand.
Your dress was ready.
The time was set.
After a month of engagement and... seven years of knowing Benedict you thought it was overdue.
You left your spoon and wiped your mouth, the cream made your stomach warm and your eyelids heavy "May I be excused?"
"Not that quick" your Mother wiped her mouth "We are indeed grateful you will be married tomorrow"
Your father nodded "Always grateful, my darling"
"Tomorrow you embark on life's true meaning and..." she shrugged "I am content for it. If you don't mind, I would very much to be with you when you go to sleep"
Your eyes snapped at her delicate smile. The run by Benedict's house was long forgotten and still, you did not mind. This sudden request from your mother does not come often. He will understand, that you have quite long nights ahead only for the two of you.
You nodded and continued with your routine with your Mother by your side, and when you started to slumber she touched your cheek. You forgot until when she did it. Perhaps a final night as her girl is what both of you needed.
But the peace lasted hours because you were pulled from your bed with almost violence you growled. Like never before you were bathed in rose water no sooner than the early morning, your Mother was already clothed in a beautiful lilac gown and your ladies were rushed by her stubborn tone.
You stood there and waited to be clothed, the "tighter" from your Mother's voice appeared three times in the room. Your pearl and ivory dress was the most uncomfortable garment you have worn, still beautiful, irritating to your sides. The ceremony was the last of your worries, it was surviving the day with the fabric on your body.
Your face was naturally decorated, your cheeks were pinched and pigmented and your lips shared their tone. It was a bridal look indeed. The veil was placed last with a beautiful diamond tiara that hugged your frontal hairstyle.
You did not recognize yourself and you wondered how Benedict would react, your heart raced at the thought.
"Beautiful" your mother whispered, she took her own pearls and put them around her neck "Come on now, we will put your shoes before stepping outside" she ordered and left.
The drive was short, a few blocks away from the Chapel. The sides were adorned with white tulips and soft green stems. You walked down and your breath hitched at the sight.
Your father held your gloved arm and waited for a young parochial to give him the sign which no more than three minutes -or three hours you thought- is when your father started to move.
His arm squeezed you as his steps echoed with his cane, you took a deep breath when the light became stronger and the sound of a soft violin emerged. You could not imagine that the Bridgertons and the Ashbournes would be side by side not for any gathering but your wedding. Your eyes danced everywhere, you saw Mrs Bridgerton and Kate in a gentle embrace, Anthony nodding, Eloise and Francesca smiling, Gregory and Hyancinth peeking to the aisle where you were advancing.
The most handsome, tall, strong, gentle, passionate, caring man you had the pleasure to meet and the one who will share your life. He has shared his adventures, his anecdotes, his jokes, his love, lust and soul with you. Your best friend.
He smiled widely, his pristine teeth appeared and the dimples showed themselves. You smiled as well, his tailcoat navy blue and his waistcoat beautifully matched your pearl and ivory gown. A delicate flower by the much next to his shoulder and his hair precisely brushed back. How could you capture this moment? How can this live forever? Is there something that can froze this moment in time? You chuckled at the abrut thought.
When your father extended his arm with yours towards Benedict, he bowed in return and grabbed your hand with delicacy. He kissed your clothed fingers, his eyes never leaving yours.
The Vicar cleared his throat "Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here in the sight of God, and in the face of this congregation- "
You continued to listen, distantly of of course as you remember the first time you met.
*-*-*-* 1808
"Give me that!"
"No it's mine now"
"Girls"
"Mama, Eloise keeps taking my dolls"
"Eloise, stop hiding Francesca's dolls and better pay attention to your play date"
Your eyes peaked from the newspaper once discarded by the table "It's alright, Mrs Bridgerton. I expected a house with sisters to be like this"
"Funny" Eloise threw her hair out of her face and landed next to you "but being an only child and a daughter sounds.... fascinating!" she yelled back at Francesca who stuck her tongue at her "But well, it is not that bad, I do share my life with men..." she frowned "now that I think about it... it is bad"
"Men who are never here" Violet sighed and kindly handed you and Eloise plates "Now eat some before you start your lessons. Y/N you must thank your mother for me for bringing your governess for the day"
"Of course, Mrs Bridgerton, I am always happy to share lessons when Eloise's governess is... indisposed?"
"more like vexed with me for the thousandth time" she snickered "Eating that?"
You offered the tart to her as your ears pierced to the sound of steps. Your head looked up to see Colin extending his arms and the other two men behind him.
"Oh my sons"
"Brothers!" Eloise and Francesca said in sync.
You waited for their affectionate greetings, Eloise did the honour of presenting you with Colin who was away at Eton most of the time but you knew him because of recent gatherings, then Anthony who gallantly bowed and kissed your hand and quickly complimented your strength for dealing with the young sisters and finally Benedict who dressed as his other brothers smiled to you and bowed as well. His face was screaming Bridgerton all over. His chestnut hair, the cheekbones and chin and the kind eyes which you suppose are given by the late Lord Bridgerton.
"Miss Ashbourne. A pleasure"
"Indeed. All good at Cambridge?"
He frowned "You know I go there?"
"Your Mother said it today, congratulations on the graduation"
"Oh that is kind of you, thanks"
"Literature?" you questioned
"Among others, but my favourite was art"
"Art?"
"Underestimated subject and an elective which puts the argument more in my favour"
"I wish I could go there for a day" you noted
"Is that so?"
"A problematic statement on my part?"
"No, not at all"
"Perhaps if I wear some breeches and a tailcoat" you snorted and bit your tongue quickly "Forgive me, I must join Eloise we have a lesson together"
"Has her governess quit already?"
"I believe she still works but decided to be indisposed for a week"
"Oh Lord"
"Did you call me"? Anthony peaked his head from a corner
"No, I was using the Lord's name in vain"
"Oh alright"
Benedict nodded and saw your embroidery hanging from your hand "If you go to Cambridge you will be given a tour and not a lesson as I think you would like”
"I'm well aware"
"But I do have my books. If you wish to read them"
"Oh I would be delighted"
"You can pick a few and borrow them if you wish. I'll be here for a week and then I'll go to my lodging"
"Any chance you got Science?"
"I got all subjects... I'll leave them downstairs. I must go and refresh myself and please, feel free to grab more than one" he repeated
*-*-*-*
"....I require and charge you both, as ye will answer at the dreadful day of judgement when the secrets of all hearts shall be disclosed, that if either of you knows any impediment, why ye may not be lawfully joined together in Matrimony, ye do now confess it"
Silence. Thank God.
The Vicar nodded "Now, I must say onto the man" he stared at Benedict "Wilt thou have this woman to thy wedded wife, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony? Wilt thou love her, comfort her, honour, and keep her in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all other, keep thee only unto her, so long as ye both shall live?"
Benedict looked over at you and nodded in your direction "I will"
"And wilt thou have this man to thy wedded husband, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony? Wilt thou obey him, and serve him, love, honour, and keep him in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all other, keep thee only unto him, so long as ye both shall live?"
Obey him. You saw Benedict's blue eyes, he winked so slowly as he read your mind. Obey him... perhaps for other things.
"I will" you responded
"Then please" he directed his stare at Benedict who nodded
His beautiful hand took your right one and he took off your long ivory glove, not so gallantly he threw it over his shoulder and left it there hanging. He snorted. "I take thee Y/N to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish... to obey" he smiled "Even after death do us apart"
You felt constricted by the lack of air. You forgot how to breathe for all his troth. You stared back at the Vicar who directed your right hand. You grabbed his right hand and nodded at yourself for reassurance.
"I take thee, Benedict, to be my wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, cherish, and to obey" you smiled wider "Even after death do us apart"
Benedict felt the weight of the words while your eyes shone with the intensity of the day. It is happening the moment he thought it was never going to transpire.
*-*-*-* 1812
Benedict saw how you glared at the tulips in front of you. What were you staring at? Is the colour horrid? Is the smell not like you imagined? Why women are always looking for some reason to dislike things?
"Is something the matter?"
He saw how you blinked at him "Pardon?"
"You are killing me with your eyes, what have I done?"
He parted his lips and felt the unfairness of his actions upon someone like you "Forgive me, it was not intentioned for you"
"To whom then?"
"Women"
You crinkled your nose "Non taken"
"I did not mean that"
"The fact my hems are still up" You showed your ankles "Is making you say that but when I debut you can consider me part of the ton you much dislike"
"I don't dislike women. On the contrary"
"Hmmm" You touched the petals and looked at your thumb "Then what is the matter?"
"Nothing" he lied thinking about the woman he tried and failed to reach "What is the matter with you and Tulips?"
"I am trying to get their pigments"
"Again" he laughed "every season is the same, we come here and you are off to the tulips, leave them be, woman"
"I thought I was not a woman" You stared at him and then kept touching the petals "I am constant and you shall learn from me"
"Constant?"
"I keep trying every year no matter how some people" you glared at him "Look at me"
"Are you saying I must be constant with women?"
you blushed "I have no good opinion about courting"
"Why?"
"I am eighteen, Benedict"
"Clearly more mature than I am" he sighed and leaned next to you and whispered, "You have read countless books, of all matters have you not?"
"Fantasy some of them"
"And what did they say? About courting?" he saw your cheeks turning red and smiled "Feel comfortable telling me"
You had the spark of the idea but couldn't express it with the book's content so you shrugged "You have been courting this lady for a while and still no progress. What does that say?"
"That I must be better"
"No" you snorted "Evidently she is not worth the time and effort"
"Harsh?"
"I told you, I haven't developed my tact"
"I think you are perfect" he looked to the pond and then to the tulips "Do you always try first with the red ones?"
"No, I move to the next colour"
He smiled and grinned at you "I see what you did there"
You giggled and took a white tulip, snatched it from the stem and gave it to him "Sometimes there are tulips that smell better than others. Is just a matter of observing"
*-*-*-*
Benedict's fingers gently touched yours as he took the ring from the vicar's hand and slowly placed it on your ring finger.
"With this Ring I thee wed, with my Body I thee worship, and with all my worldly Goods I thee endow: In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost."
"For as much as Benedict Bridgerton and Y/N Ashbourne have consented together in holy wedlock. I pronounce that they be Man and Wife together."
Benedict's breath hitched, his eyes locked on yours. His thumb caressed your ring and his eyes darted down to your lips. He has a new wife and the urge to kiss her is not new but old as wine that has grown from many years ago. He leaned closer and saw you doing the same. The anticipation was making you want to laugh, or cry, or do anything.
The Vicar's voice stopped everything "God the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Ghost, bless, preserve, and keep you; the Lord mercifully with his favour. Go ahead, son"
You laughed and felt his lips on yours. Soft and sweet, gentle and strong, passionate and tender. You wanted more, so much more but the church erupted in a cacophony of sounds. Benedict kept his lips on yours for a single moment until both of you broke it and saw your family chirping and clapping. You felt your cheeks hurting with the smile and looked over to Benedict's side. The Bridgertons were loud, and the Ashbournes were a bit more restrained, still, everything felt right.
You signed the registry with your Maiden name and you left with all the ton for the celebratory meal that was held in your extensive garden. The sun proved content of your endeavour of the day.
"Do you think I can take this?" you asked Benedict who closed the carriage door where you to where been transported
"It is not our honeymoon yet, love"
"Ha" you squirmed "I was agonizing a bit there"
"Lovely to hear so"
"Nooooo" you tried to kick him with your foot but couldn't "It is tight"
"I know" he chuckled
"And it is itchy"
He drew his brows together "What are you talking about?"
"What are you talking about?" you asked in return and saw him stretching -or trying to- his legs "oh" you giggled and turned pink "Our ceremony gave you that much pleasure?"
"Blame me if you want" he kicked your dress "What is itchy?"
"The dress"
"Ah. I believe you can change"
"No you can't," you mother said once you arrived at the party "Everyone must see the best things you have to wear"
"Is this the best?" you asked her "I thought I told Madame Delacroix to use silk and not whatever this is"
"I changed orders"
"B-"
"Here come the Fifes, smile"
What a party you thought. You were bowing like a mad woman in hysteria and still, you could not take a piece of that cake covered in buttercream. An hour later you were finally joined by Benedict who was walking around respectively with his mother.
"I want to leave" he professed
"Not yet, I need cake"
"And we shall dance too, open the dance floor”
“I’m hungry”
“I drank only water today”
You arched a brow at him “Who are you?”
“A married man… Mrs Bridgerton”
The sole mention of your new name made your heart beat to its extreme, your core twitch and your mouth curve.
“Mrs Bridgerton” you repeated “Mrs Bridgerton is hungry”
“Mrs Bridgerton should wait because Lady Danbury is coming” he circled your arm and 30 minutes later you left the talk in order to dance with him.
You had to give it to you two that when social rules came into place you were loyal followers -pretenders-. You danced the opening waltz with pose and grace and then invited the rest to join. You danced with your father, with Anthony, Colin and Gregory and joined Penelope in a small corner only to catch up; weirdly Eloise did not join.
When your feet felt like fire, you were directed outside by your ladies. Your mother gave you a kiss on the cheek as a farewell and your father followed. You waved to everyone at the entrance and proceeded to enter the carriage decorated with tulips and garlands, Benedict was last giving a handshake to Anthony and kissing Violet's cheek.
"Pfffff" he sighed as his body landed in front of you "How about that?"
"I didn't know weddings were like this?"
"Regretting it?"
"Not a second" You looked outside as everyone waved goodbye and so you waved for the last people to see "Still, I didn't get to e-" but you were cut with Benedict holding a plate full of cake slices "Cake"
"I know, I saw you" he chortled "You were getting annoyed for the lack of cake"
You shrugged "I'm hungry" and you took the plate "Thank you"
"Not a problem, just give me some"
Between eating the cake without cutlery and dampening your fingers in the buttercream you asked "So, what is the plan?"
"I thought you would tell me," he noticed your face and smiled "No, don't worry I managed it. Anthony helped me" he took a piece of cake and soughed at the taste "We will travel for the honeymoon"
"Where?"
Benedict smirked in silence "Somewhere"
"A honeymoon should not be a surprise"
"Let's make it a tradition then. Your Bridal travels will be satisfied, trust me"
"But now? Where are we heading?"
"Wiltshire"
"Oh, that is nice" you peeked outside the window, "I think we will reach there in no time"
"Hopeful as always"
"What is in Wiltshire?"
"My Cottage"
"I didn't know, what is it called?"
"My Cottage"
"I know it is yours, but what is the name?"
Benedict covered his lips and gulped a smile "My Cottage"
You opened your mouth to retaliate but then read his mischievous grin "Oh, oh! My Cottage"
"Yes"
"What a jest. I like it"
"But it is your cottage now so maybe we can change the name"
"Leave it like it is, I would love to have a conversation with someone about it and get amused with the name"
"That is why I married you" he brushed his lap "You had a good wedding?"
You looked at his blue eyes and widely smiled "Yes. My favourite part was the ceremony"
"Mine too. I never listen to the services but this one, I actually did"
"Lovely" you chuckled
"What?"
"Hmmm?"
"What are you laughing at?"
"I don't know... everything? I can't believe I am married" you tilt your head "I do consider you my best friend"
"Am I?"
"And I remember your mother telling Daphne something about friendship and marriage, the same to Anthony as well so I do know we got this, husband"
Benedict felt a swollen sense of pride and love as you called him for the very first time like that, he pushed the rest of the cake towards you -and you welcomed it all- and observed you as your fingers dipped and grasped the moist cake and how you sighed with each bit.
"I love you" he said and your eyes darted towards him
"We-"
"I don't think I said it, have I?"
"I don't think I said it either" you admitted
"I love you" he nodded, his hand wiped his lips and he chuckled looking outside "I love you, why did I take so long to say it?"
"I don't kn-"
"Because I was a fool"
"Not a fo-"
"I was," he grabbed the plate "I should have said it sooner. And I don't know why I did not. It is a silly excuse but I am so scared of losing you that I was so cautious that I forgot to do the obvious. I love you, Y/N, I have loved you since the beginning"
You blushed and smiled "I know, and I have loved you for the same amount of time"
"Which makes us equal" he murmured and rapidly changed seats, he could not fathom why he should sit in front when he could sit next to you all the time "Hi"
"Hi"
"I can't believe you married me," he stated as his fingers found yours
"And I can't believe you married me," you said in a whisper and leaned forward to kiss him, the lack of cake does not compare to the lack of kisses you have received today, this has been the second one of the day of your wedding. You snorted in irony "The second kiss of the day"
"I'll make it up to you tonight, I promise"
What made him swell with pride too is that he knew how to make you flustered and it made you swell with... anxiety.
Fortunately, the drive was not a bad one at all and you welcomed the hours to talk about the wedding and what My Cottage looks like. The day was still shining with light, with the ceremony being held before noon (as stated by the Crown), the party took three or four hours and the drive was now minutes away according to Benedict.
You felt a pair of hands pushing you, then you felt your head falling backwards and the sensation of falling jolted yourself. You softly winced and heard the shushing coming from above, Benedict was carrying you outside the carriage, he smiled, effortlessly taking your body in his arms.
"Sorry about the head" he whispered "You snore beautifully"
"I do not snore" You tried to get out of his arms but he held you closely "You snore"
But he couldn't banter more with you, his face turned into happiness "Ah, Mr Crabtree, Mrs Crabtree"
"Hhhmm?" you felt your cheeks full of blood, the caretakers as Benedict previously told you and now they are meeting you in such a pose "Let me..."
But he didn't let you as he stopped and greeted them "It is nice to be here"
Mr Crabtree emitted a loud laugh at the bride in his arms "It is nicer to be witnesses of such an occasion, well hello Mrs Bridgerton"
You tried to fight one more time but he kept still "Mr Crabtree, such a pleasure. Forgive me, I am-"
"well introduced if you asked me. Come, let's meet Mrs Crabtree, sure this will bring memories"
"I hope it's not Benedict's first wedding"
Benedict pffff his face at you while Mr Crabtreet roared in laughter "certainly no, from what we know!"
"What a funny lot" Benedict rolled his eyes "Mrs Crabtreet"
The woman's cheeks flustered greatly at the sigh, the tray she was holding was left away from her as she extended her hands towards you and kissed both your cheeks "Welcome, welcome to My Cottage. Mr Bridgerton, Mrs Bridgerton... what a joyous occasion. May I offer you something?"
"Water please, we only had wedding cake for breakfast and lunch"
"Oh dear Lord, I'll fetch something. Mr Crabtreet would you-"
"Give a tour to the happy couple. I am on it"
"I think I can walk" you whispered to Benedict and he shook his head
"What?"
"Let me down"
"Uhmmm?"
"Fine, break your legs"
He smiled "Bets compliment for an artist"
You tried to listen intently to what Mr Crabtree was explaining. You took the tour seriously, from the newly painted faces by the garden, to the "bloody" attic and the silent studio and the other countless rooms within the Cottage... which was not a cottage but an elegant country house.
"Alright" Benedict grunted as he leaned to allow you to stand on your feet "Oh, my back"
"I told you"
"I'm fine"
You turned to Mr Crabtree "Thank you for the tour, I love this place, truly"
"Charming innit?" he laughed "I hope Mrs Crabtree has food ready, you two are pale"
"Come, the sun is setting"
Benedict guided you and he was right, the sun was going down and you followed him around the house to a door that led to a crystal clear room, the walls were covered in windows and you knew this one was a tea room. The small table was filled with food that was very well received. By your second bread with cured meats, your appetite was fulfilled.
"It is late, Mr and Mrs Bridgerton," said Mrs Crabtree with her voice and tray in her hand as she took the empty dishes "I'll show you your chambers"
"Thank you, Mrs Crabtree" Benedict handed you his arm, and as you walked around the staircase you grew -quite quickly- fond of the charming "Cottage". The interior was very well decorated, perhaps not the intricate golden rims the Bridgertons have nor the pastel tones your former house has. You peeked to your right as Mrs Crabtree opened two French doors by the end of the house.
"This is the main suite" she pointed "We haven't discussed where Mrs Bridgerton's chambers will be...?"
Benedict palmed your hand "Oh, in this house we shall only have one bedroom, Mrs Crabtree"
If your mother was present she would get a heart attack and yet Mrs Crabtree smiled and politely left saying she and Mr Crabtree would be by the kitchens.
You and Benedict entered the bedroom, and once again the view was stunning. You could not believe you would stay here, doesn't matter how many days. It was all so... new and overwhelming.
"What are you thinking?"
"Your Cottage is beautiful, when did you acquire it?"
He trailed to the couch by the end of the room "Not so long ago, I think it was after my trip to Italy... everyone there had dainty houses to live in"
"This is dainty?"
"Well, we are in England, I found what was available, you like it?"
"Uhum" you stared outside as the view kept growing bluish with twilight coming "I love it"
Benedict was looking at you and wondered why he was nervous. He was not nervous as he lay with other women and here he was, nervous and shaking like a young frail boy expecting to gain his usual strength to start whatever was supposed to start. Is this early? is this late? do you need the darkness to do it? Are you comfortable? Of course not, you have been complaining about the dress.
"You can change" he coughed and preferred to untie his boots "The dress, I touched it, is somehow itchy"
"Very itchy" you corrected and saw how he removed his boots "I was thinking if... perhaps... is best if we ring the start of our wedding night"
"You want to go to sleep already?" he joked
"I am not going to sleep," you said in a soft tone, Benedict looked up and saw the twinkle in your pupils "I want to ring the start of my wedding night"
His mouth went dry. "Are you nervous?" he asked and stood up
"Very"
"Why? I won't bite, I will be gentle" he lied, oh how he lied
"You have been" you nodded "I must thank you"
"For?"
"I was ill-prepared for this, but with your... expertise, I think I am more nervous because of the idea of doing it wholly"
"No, I thank you, Y/N. For allowing me to corrupt you just a bit"
You giggled "Corrupt me"
"For allowing me to see you before today. It might be not the ideal-"
"I was never one for that. I understand that now"
"Then you have to trust me," he said, his fingers tracing the collar of your dress, his digits lingering on your neck and your pulse. "For God's sake take that dress now"
"Help me then"
Benedict's eyes glazed and he smiled wickedly as his hands began to unbutton the back of your dress. It was a long process, the dress was well done and the buttons were small. The detail was noticed by him, he enjoyed the luxuries of the wrapper, like you said... unwrapping the candy he was about to let melt in his mouth gave him a rush of blood to his groin.
When the dress fell by your feet he took your corset's ribbons and untied it, each loop gave you more air to breathe and when the hard structure left your chest you sighed. You grabbed your petticoat and threw it over your head, Benedict helped you remove the rest.
"I see..." he murmured
You turned around as he pretended to be vexed, you looked down at your pantalettes "Oh... They dressed me"
"Pious"
"Hey"
"I thought I said no more pantalettes, wife"
"Sorry, but from tomorrow-"
He chortled and took a step towards you, his lips kissed your forehead, and then your cheeks "I am pulling your hair, my love. You wear what you want, one more piece of clothing for me to remove won't be a problem" but he pulled apart "Now before we do what we do, I must do something first"
He left the room leaving your chest bare with your stockings and pantalettes. You sat by the edge of the bed and waited for his return, when he did, he was holding something and he hid it behind his back.
"So, the thing is that... I am a man of details"
"I know"
He looked at your chest and took the pillow but he bed and softly gave it to you "Sorry, I must not be distracted for a minute or two"
You smiled hiding your breasts and gave him your full attention "What are you have there?"
"My wedding gift for you"
"Benedict"
"Don't protest"
"Fine, give me"
"It is unorthodox"
"I don't care"
He sat down and allowed his hand behind his back to show. The poetry book, the one you took from Lady Danbury's library.
"I asked you Lady to fetch it for me" he explained and opened it "A curious little book," he said, his fingers took what seemed a cotton cloth cut into the smallest square, a bookmark you thought "Read it all"
"Was it good?"
"Curious" he nodded "Although I found a good one by the end"
"You want to read it to me?"
"You know me well" he left the bookmark by the duvet and licked his lips "This one is called In Her Garden"
"Uhum"
"In her garden, where roses bloom so fair,
I tend with gentle hands, and loving care.
Each petal soft, a whisper of her grace,
In every flower, I see her radiant face.
The lilies pure, like her heart so true,
In every hue, I find my love for you.
The violets shy, beneath the morning dew,
Reflect my steadfast loyalty to you.
As daisies turn to meet the sun's embrace,
So do I seek the light upon your face.
Tulips bright, with colors bold and rare,
Their beauty simple, beyond compare.
So let this garden be a testament,
To love's sweet toil, and time well spent.
For in your service, my heart does sing,
Eternally yours, in every spring."
You were left agape. The poem was touching your soul so that you were sure that if the world ended right about now you will leave it happy in that corner of the bed with that small book by his hands.
"Benedict"
"Did you like it?"
You were tearing up. Your hands were trembling as they held the book and he could only watch you, a part of him wanted to apologize and another part was glad he did.
"So beautiful, it is perfect" You saw the inked words by the end of the book and frowned at the similarity with... "your handwriting" you murmured and opened your eyes in surprise "Did you write this?"
Benedict silently put the cotton fabric on top of the poem and opened the patch.
A dried white tulip.
You raised your eyes to him and understood that it was the tulips you casually gave to him once. You understood that it was not the book that concocted what has been growing between you two. It was always there. He was always there. And it's just beginning.
Warnings: Smutty Smut Smut - kinda like paint me like one of your French girls narrative lol
Notes: Gotta rewatch part 1 of S3 bc I can't with the wait. THANK YOU for reading <3
WC: 4.6K
"Ben!" you squirmed, your legs couldn't close and your muscles tensed hard as his hands completely pulled your legs to the side. You were going to die and you were fine with it "-Be-Ben" you exhaled, your skin felt like burning, you wanted to close your legs and the embarrassment of being this vulnerable to him was making you hot.
"What's wrong?" His voice was sweet and you could hear his smile even though he was between your legs, your eyes were closed but you could tell he was enjoying the situation a lot.
"Sstop" you gulped "I-too much" you managed to say
Benedict however looked up with his mouth and chin glistening with you, his eyes sparked with joy and a devilish smirk was on his lips as he licked his lips and hummed in contentment. He then leaned forward and licked your folds, a strangled cry left your mouth. You were going to kill him.
"Stop teasing"
"You asked for it love" Benedict's chest emitted a deep groan as he kept licking you, his tongue lapping slower than before "I just need to stay here, can I?"
Your hand silently went to his soft hair, you tried to push his head away from your core but it only encouraged him to go faster and harder, you didn't know what was more embarrassing; the fact that you were moaning loudly or the fact that you didn't have any strength in you to stop him.
"I'm gonna" your breath hitched and the knot in your stomach was tighter than before. You were close, the warmth of your core was spreading around your body and the pressure was getting heavier and for the third time you orgasmed, the third one hit you like a shock that now your legs once pulled apart went straight and quivered hard, your vision went black and grey and all the colours again until you stopped and grabbed the linen to feel something more
Benedict however saw the whole thing from the front -very front- view and couldn't stop admiring you. When you lift your head like a cute little thing, he smiled "I mean..."
"Three times!" you snorted and passed the back of your hand to your hot forehead "Three times"
"I can try to make it four"
Your eyes became heavy so you shook your head and sat upright on his bed "I admire your commitment, but I cannot. But let me return-"
"The favour" he took your words "Another day, my love. It is alright"
"Hmmm" you swing your legs out of the bed "You'll have to let me do it at some point" you leaned to take your dressing shoes to put them on "Is it because I don't know how to give a man pleasure?"
Benedict frowned and dried his chin with his sleeve "Are you serious asking me this?"
"Yes"
He snorted and jumped out of the bed only to kneel next to you and grab your shoes "No, of course not but I love making you feel pleasure"
"selflessness clears the day for others but might cloud yours if you do not know how to balance things"
Benedict grinned, his hand strapping your shoe "Did you just say an impeccable quote to tell me I should let you pleasure me?" he raised his brows.
"And?"
He laughed and you joined him. You really needed to see him under you and witness his pleasure but the mood was too good for you to keep insisting.
"Come on, I'll walk you home"
"We were supposed to be walking near Battersea"
he pointed to his head "We went in here"
By the time you two came outside of his house, your Lady joined you, already knowing where to wait for you -for the past three days-, you greeted her and walked with your arm around Benedict's. Before turning right to your house you encountered...
"Oh what on earth?"
Benedict scrunched his nose at your comment and decided to cross the street with you "Sister!"
Eloise saw you two and straightened herself, your eyes travelled to Cressida Cowper and her affectionate hold on Eloise's arm.
"Brother! Mother told me you went to Battersea with Miss Future Bridgerton"
"Mother told me you went to..." he looked at you "where did she say?"
"The museum" you added
"That's right" he nodded and saw Cressida "Miss Cowper"
"Mr. Bridgerton... Miss Ashbourne" she greeted
"What are you doing here?" you asked
"Me and Miss Cowper were discussing the new paintings but the day was too good to stay inside the museum. Done with Battersea you love doves?"
"Oh yes" you gulped "Beautiful park, refreshing for the good weather"
"Indeed" Benedict agreed "Waterfalls, I mean, humid... water"
You looked at him and then at Cressida's hold on his sister. If Eloise liked her, the only thing that made you worry was her friendship with Penelope and how she treated her but either way you heard how Eloise said farewell to you two and the dupla walked away.
"Weird things happen when you are out of the world for a moment" he murmured "No matter, let us go, I need to talk to my mother about the wedding"
"What about it?"
"To hold it tomorrow"
"Are you mad?"
"No, sane"
"Tomorrow?"
"Yes" he looked at you and gave a soft nod "Do you want to do it today?"
"No, of course not! It is just very fast. I would've preferred to give it a week of planning"
"Let the planning for our Mamas. I need to marry you fast"
"Whatever for?"
"Many reasons," he said casually walking with you "One, I cannot stop thinking about you and I cannot work properly"
"I thought you said I was your inspiration"
He shrugged "And I tried to take it today by the bed and still you have it all over you"
You blushed and looked away "Uhu. The second reason?"
"Pain"
"Pain?"
"The pain you cause me when you are away"
"I believe this one ties with the first one"
"I never said they were independent of one another" he ticked his tongue "And third, is it a sin I just need to pass time with you by my side?"
"We do it perfectly being engaged"
"Imagine what we could do being married!" he quickly sniffed and looked down, your house was meters away now and the idea of tonight made him blurt it out boldly "let me paint you"
You frowned, his voice changed and so did his tone "Paint me?"
"Yes"
The thought of his eyes gazing upon your body made the hair on the back of your neck stand and a small heat in your face rise "What kind of painting?"
"You holding a fruit bowl"
"ah"
"while naked"
"Be-"
"And a peach exploding its pulp against your chest"
You almost tackled the poor man "Shush!!!" You laughed "Benedict Bridgerton are you thirsty?"
His blue eyes darkened as he stared down at you "Parched if you ask me"
It hit you that he lied earlier and the three days you have been "walking together". You have offered to pleasure him. How? You don't know, he said it was not rubbing but stroking for a man... Either way, you asked and offered and he said he was alright but his continuous lust and imagery of you with a broken peach by your chest or wine splattered on your thighs -a scene he had yesterday while in the middle of reading- made you understand this poor man, your poor man needs it more than he knows.
"Fine"
"Hmm?"
"I must see you tonight then"
"For...?"
"Painting me?"
"You are pulling my pants"
"No, but you will might tonight with your easel, canvas, what not"
Benedict was about to let his spit fall from his mouth at how confident you looked. A sinful painting. You are agreeing to do it.
You took a breathe and ventured further "Perhaps you can take that inspiration from me"
"I..." he was indeed nervous. He couldn't help but wonder why his chest felt heavy "I should then get my things ready?"
"Is that a question or an answer?" you giggle walking away to your house "Mr Bridgerton"
"Miss Ashbourne"
You don't know why all so suddenly you can't stop being a lustful girl, part of you tries to say that perhaps Benedict is influencing you but deep down the real reason is that you feel comfortable with him and that you have a lot to explore with him, and this was the best opportunity for that; hell, all nights have become all the best opportunities for you and you were clearly stubborn enough to know tonight whatever you have to stroke and pleasure you will do so oh so fervently and slowly that Benedict Bridgerton will quiver like you did this morning.
"Eat"
Your mother ordered and the day went away with her several requests, a bridal fitting with Madame Delacroix and a luxury bath prepared for you. The rose water left your skin soft and the lavender soap had your hair smelling like a field in the spring.
When you left your house with the leftovers of twilight, you grasped your long gown by its middle and walked away to Benedict's bachelor's dwelling. He had given you a key for it the last time he brought you there to spend the night.
You arrived and locked the door, the house smelled like vinegar, too hard for your nose that you covered your middle face with your sleeve and stepped into the art studio where he was... cleaning.
"Now Eloise walks with Cressida and you clean"
Benedict turned to see and he shrugged "Something's in the air. You decided to be painted by me... clearly decisions are being altered"
"Must be the full moon"
"Do not start with that"
"Should I s-"
"No, no. Come here first" he opened his arms and embraced you tight. You hugged him back and he sighed "I missed you"
"We met this morning"
"Still" he rubbed your back "You smell so good."
"Thank you... you smell like a vinaigrette"
"So like all artists, I believe" he turned you around and you saw the white canvas "Do you think this is a good size?"
"Hmm?"
"It is wider and not tall" he explained
"I don't know, is that good for painting me?"
"I think?"
"Well... that's a good start"
"You're laughing!"
"Am not"
"You are! Look at me" he pushed himself from you and took off his jacket and waistcoat "You need to share my vision"
"I am having a vision" you grinned seeing his hands taking the clothes away
"Stop. Look" he pointed at the canvas "You sitting on the couch, legs up and laid by the side"
"How still should I be?"
"As still as possible" he started to tie his sleeves up
"But my arms will hurt"
"They will but..." he stopped and walked to his easel, grabbed a pencil and drew a line from his chin to his neck, his eyes then landed on you and the same line was traced down your chin and neck to the tip of your breast and nipple "It worths it"
"What is this?"
"My focus"
"Focus"
"On you" he grinned
You looked down and back at the canvas "Well then... May I have some brandy?"
"I went ahead and put a glass for you by the couch, there"
"Thank you"
"Let us get to it then"
Benedict got behind the easel and grabbed his brushes, the palette and his chalk. You walked to the couch sat on the right end and slowly undid the buttons of your gown until the whole front fell from your shoulders and landed by your waist.
"All of it?" you asked and he hummed behind his easel "Alright" you pushed yourself to your feet and the gown left your body, you folded it and put it away before sitting again and doing the same with your undergarments
"I thought I said no more pantalettes"
You looked to see him focused on his sketching "Did you?"
"They always get in the way"
"You wear undergarments"
"To hold things in their place, dear"
"Not fair" You folded your pantalettes and left them on top of your gown "So my face here?"
His head peaked from the easel and he shook his head plucking his lips “Right here for a moment”
You tiptoed and pecked his soft rosy lips and giggled as you danced away to the couch. The freedom felt good on you. You landed on the extreme and laid your legs. One crossing on top as this one was hiding most of your private parts.
“Now, move your arm here... like this, yes, yes. Like that, good. Perfect. Stay still. You can have some brandy now, I need the light from the candles to hit you differently for a bit"
You nodded and drank most of it, the burning left your tongue to travel down your stomach. Benedict already away from you left one candle by the table next to your feet and he ventured to his easel. The silence filled the room and he kept staring, his hand moving fast, his eyes looking at you and then the canvas.
You could see him, the tip of his tongue sticking out and how his brows frown. His eyes are dark blue now. The candles are casting shadows around his body and the only light hitting him was the one of the full moon that peeked through the window.
The silence was not uncomfortable but rather reassuring. Most of the time you two have always something to say, something to mock, judge, debate or talk about. However, now that you were in a moment of quietude you realized how much of a couple you two were, or are.
You could see it, the marriage, the future children, the old age, the death. The silence was that loud to your mind.
“What are you thinking, gorgeous?”
You smiled and saw his soft smirk “The silence”
“What about it”
“For the first time, we are in silence”
“Hmmm. We are, indeed… I do miss your occasional banter”
“My ban-“
“More than occasional if I must s-“
“You always trigger it”
“See?” He chuckled and looked at his canvas, his chalk made a noise as he quickly traced something “your banter”
“You always made me speak more than I should”
“I knew you had it in you” he wiggled his brows “I do remember when your governess complained to Eloise’s governess about your attitude”
“She did not like me”
“No, she did not” he bit his lip and looked at you “Don’t move your leg”
“Oh sorry”
“That’s alright… after that, however, I made sure to make you talk more. Especially when your governess paid us some visits” he snorted “No one was shushing you up while I was there”
“Oh, my knight in shining armour” you giggle but feel your leg move so you try to stay still as a statue.
He laughed at your confused face and he put the chalk and brushes aside. His hands rested on his hips and his shirt was still tied up, you could see his forearms and the hair on them was more pronounced.
His body was a piece of art, not because he was tall and had wide shoulders, but because his body had so many details that caught the eye. Your eyes. Everyone's.
Benedict however walked away and left you in the middle of your… vision. And after less than a minute, he came back with something in his hand.
“What is that?” You asked
“A prop. That is how we call it” he showed you the peach in his big hand and he crouched next to you, his eyes as professional as he tried to be, stared at your soft navel and long legs “Now let us add a touch here and there”
“You might need a k-“
Cut in your words as he bit the peach and swallowed a piece. The bitten part then juiced all over his palm and he made sure to start dropping the pulp on your chest, stomach, and legs.
"Ben!!!"
He smiled and ate another piece before placing it on top of your breast and watching it slide down the sides of your chest "It looks even better than I expected"
“It is cold”
“You are hot, give it time” he offered you the peach “Here”
You obeyed and bit the plump fruit, the mix with the remnant of brandy made you sigh and felt just a tiny drop by the corner of your mouth.
“Good girl”
And you did not sigh at that but rather squirmed in your place at the praise. It made his eyes travel down and you could not look away.
You know you have said it over and over but this felt different than other times. Intimacy has shown you a fan of scenes and this one was so tender and artsy. You were naked and the man you love was about to paint your body, the same body he has made twitch with his finger and lips.
“Let us return” he gulped as if he had the same thoughts as you. With a grunt, he stood up and walked to his easel.
This time, the silence was not welcomed and you could tell. There were moments when Benedict would stop, sigh, or hum and then continue. And when he did so, it was so soft and low that it felt like a caress.
"Is my pose bad?” you said after a while
“Not at all”
"Why are you sighing and grunting then?"
"I... well..." he looked down and back at you "It's nothing"
"Does it not please you?"
"What does not?"
"Me, like this?"
"It is quite the opposite," he said and looked down at his pants, he was trying his best to control his erection and failing "I... this is not about me"
"You have said so”
“Let me paint you”
"You can show me"
"Hmm" he bit his lower lip and saw you’re still stiff pose “show you what?”
“You know, Ben"
Oh, he did know.
He sighed and stumbled back against the stool behind him. He sat down and gripped his hair only to see you still there. Stiff.
“So obedient” he murmured
You shrugged softly “I will only move if you want me to. If you ask me to”
“I can ask you to sit straight”
And you did, your legs swung out of the couch and touched the carpet.
“I can ask you to stand up” he said and his cock twitched seeing how your legs moved your frame closer, the peach juice leaving a trail from your breasts to your sex.
“Like this?"
"Completely. Closer" he ordered
You walked in all your bareness next to the easel, your eyes tried to take a quick look at what he had done but you heard his subtle tongue click.
"No peeking. Come here"
You saw him opening his legs and you walked to the middle, finally, the height was not a problem with him sitting up your eyes were in the same line and he took a second to look at your eyes.
"Closer, sweetheart"
You stepped and stood between his knees. You looked down and saw his cock twitch underneath his pants. True, he needed undergarments to keep things in place, although now you doubt the efficacy of it.
"Do you really want me to show you?"
"You are the artist after all" you whispered
"Hmmm, wait" his hands slid from his lap and up to his torso, his fingers opened the buttons of his shirt and he was bare-chested for you. His muscles flexed under the touch of his fingers and his fine chest hair moved as his skin did.
Your hands were aching to touch him, but you knew better than to move, so you waited and watched as he undressed in front of you, his boots, pants and undergarments gone in the blink of an eye, discarded by your feet and you were able to see his skin against the amber light of the room.
His legs were so strong, his thighs so thick and those arms. You suddenly needed to be squeezed by them, close. Skin to skin but then his groin. Your eyes saw it throbbing, with a mind of its own yout thought.
"Don't be afraid"
"I'm not" you quickly said and heard him laugh
"Look" he expanded his right hand "I'm going to wrap my cock and start stroking" and he did, his male hand did not do justice to his member as the pink tip was left exposed and the skin started to be pulled up and down "Here, look. Looka t me"
Your eyes flew to his, his nostrils were flaring, his forehead was a bit sweaty and his pupils were so dilated they almost looked black. You knew you must be looking the same.
"Now be careful, kneel," he asked of you
You did so still by the middle of his open posture. He was still pumping his cock.
"Give your hand" he took it and you gasped, but mostly oh-so silently that it seemed you didn't have a tongue anymore, no sound was coming from you as you felt his shaft, the thickness, the pulsating veins under the skin and the warmth of him "F-fuck" he sighed "You look so pretty on your knees, Y/N"
You blushed and nodded. His hand then wrapped around yours "Grip me, tightly. Yes, like this, perfect, fuck."
Benedict was not completely innocent in this. He had wanted this moment for so long that his body was more than ready for whatever he planned on doing, more than ready if he must confess. But the sight of you will forever be better than the fantasies he has had before. Your breasts, sticky with the juice of the fruit, your skin flared and hot. Your lips -unintentionally he thinks- slightly parted with the tip of your tongue showing in concentration as he, god damn it, is being touched by your pure hand.
"Now" his left hand took your wrist and hand away "I can finish for myself here a-"
You grunted loudly that he stopped and blinked at you "Stop being a gentleman or whatever you are trying to do, Benedict"
His name sounded so dirty. He could not help it. He knows it is covered in frustration but the way you reacted he needed to shush you somehow.
"Kiss it then" he arched a brow "Let me see what you have in that pretty mouth of yours"
You gulped and nodded. You knew this was a side of him you have not seen. The side that wants you to have all of him, even his cum. You leaned in and gave the tip a peck, his pre-cum already on your lips and you tasted him, sour.
"That is it, keep going" his left hand cupped the back of your head and pushed you against his groin, and your mouth opened in reaction "Oh Lord" he muttered feeling the inside of your cheeks grazing his cock "Open wider, no teeth"
You tried to nod, utter fail. Your mouth was stuffed and his right hand was still pushing you forward, not that you had the strength to go back.
"Fuck, my love" his head leaned back to admire the scene
You controlled the breathing, your nose hit his pubic hair over and over and you wanted to ask him if getting him all inside of you was good.
"It is perfect" he answered without knowing, the grip of your hands on his thighs, your mouth salivating around him, and his balls were heavy and ready.
He was not going to last much longer. He has been thinking of this since the moment he opened your body to pleasure itself.
You, on the other hand, felt good and confident of your newly-acquired skill and went back to the tip only to go down to his pubic zone. Perhaps too much because you started doing it fast, faster and faster and his taste became too cravebable for you.
"Y/N, Y/N" your head was stopped you stood there with your mouth full mid your pace "Slowly, I don't want to spill it on you"
"AAAdantmaind!" your gorgled
"What?"
You gulped as you pulled away, your eyes caught the moment his member was shining with your spit "I said I don't mind"
He groaned, his finger tapped twice on his thigh and he nodded "Come back here now"
"Yes, Ben" and your lips were once again sucking him, taking him, and your hands were touching every single place that was not in your mouth. Benedict's body was on the edge, you felt it.
"oOoooh" he sighed above you "Take more"
You did, you took him all in. The tip of his cock hit the back of your throat and your lips kissed the base of his groin. He was so big, so hot and the sounds he was making were too delicious. The sounds you were making were so dirty so borderline vulgar.
"I'm coming, fuck, I'm-!"
You felt the hard twitch and tension around his thighs and were unbalanced with his hand pushing you away from his member way too fast. You caught yourself with one arm behind as you saw his hand covering his forehead as if he was thinking but if he is having an orgasm -you thought- he is not thinking at all.
Your tongue however explored the bitter taste in your mouth. The spit was thick and so you swallowed it, some drops along your chin you sensed.
Benedict opened his eyes, his stomach was moving fast and the sweat was dripping down his face, neck, and chest. He took his cock and looked down to see how much of a mess he has done.
"huh"
You so ignorantly frown at his confusion and stare at where he is staring "what?"
"I swear I... cum" he leaned, two fingers touching the carpet and then he inspected his inner thighs. His head snapped and looked at you "Did you...?"
"What?"
"You didn't swallow, did you?"
"Well... yeah?"
His mouth went agape, he gulped and without detaching his eyes from you he took the discarded shirt from the floor and wiped your mouth "You didn't have to, love"
"it was not bad at all, too warm... Like warm milk only bitter"
He emitted a laughing snort and stood up, his cock softening as your eyes admired his beauty "Come here" he helped you get on your feet and when you regained your balance his fingers took your chin inspecting more "all good. Thank you for that"
"was it good?"
"Good is a euphemism" he smiled and leaned in for a kiss
The taste was stronger than ever, he had not been able to notice before. His hands slid down and cupped your butt, squeezing it and making you squirm.
"What are we doing next?" you asked against his lips
"I was going to ask the same question, are you up for more?"
"More what?" you snorted
He shrugged "Art?"
"And that means?"
He pointed at the couch "Painting you of course"
"Well forgive me, you looking like this is just a simile to what art is"
Benedict threw his shirt at you making you giggle "go back and let me paint you"
Warnings: Context and then some well-deserved smut, filthy stuff wink wink
Notes: Sorry for not posting but I work F, S, and S 8hrs so here it is!Thank you all for reading, you truly make my day with the likes
WC: 5.6K
Suddenly a good selection of paintings inside the museum made perfect sense. The way the people in the paintings showed their physical affection, the way the sculptures were exceptionally objective with their sculpted fingers gripping legs and arms and oh-so-loving embraces. It made sense to you, after all this time. Erotism.
“The more you stare at it, the more you’ll raise suspicion”
You turned and looked at his tall figure, Benedict was quick to offer you his arm “Isn’t it the opposite?”
“Not quite. People who don’t understand it walk fast and prefer to admire fruit bowls than this” he pointed at the painting “but people who do get it… they admire” he sighed “after all. That’s what you do with art”
“And what if they knew I understand this?” You shrugged “It is like you said… are they going to make us marry? We have the leverage”
Benedict chuckled at your joke "You using the power game here is..." he sighed looking forward "Making me want to do this with you"
You eyed the sculpture of a naked man embracing a woman, his palm resting on top of her breast, the other one resting on her navel... resting? No, perhaps he was going southern to her-
"And still, even if you have a respectful air of confidence I still make you blush. Oh, Lady Danbury"
You blinked away, the blood all around your face being mentally pushed by you so you could face Lady Danbury and her soft yet harsh eyes if that makes any sense "Lady Danbury"
"You pair of doves" she smiled, "I thought you knew better than staring at these cultures far too long"
"I told you so" he whispered in your ear
"Well, Lady Danbury isn't this art to be admired?"
She ticked with her tongue, her cane softly touching your dress "If I didn't know, I would say you and Eloise are twins..." she then frowned looking at Benedict "Do not make fret about it"
"I'll make sure to ignore that"
"Now" she came closer, a hand resting on your back quite tightly "Ready for tomorrow?"
"Sure" you both replied
"I expected more enthusiasm from two people who clearly decided not to follow courtship rules"
"Since when you follow them neat and clear, Lady Danbury?" Benedict teased
"Since our Queen expressed to me that your underground engagement was not keen to her eyes"
"Underground?" Benedict's brows joined "Then what is tomorrow if not a public gathering about it?"
"Your intentions my dear artist were not clear and a man paid for it" She gave one nod "And you are not off the hook, Miss Ashbourne"
"Hmmmm, you sound like my Mama, Lady Danbury"
"And I can imagine what she said to you but at least I had to tell you... you know? Make sure that you know your thing as romantic as it is, it was seen as a surreptitious thing to do. Now, I'll go and you two move from this sculpture, the next thing we don't need is you two to reenact it!"
You saw her walking and how quickly a nobleman was ready to talk to Lady Danbury, you turned to Benedict who was pouting just so slightly.
"Did she just say surreptitious?"
"I don't know brother"
Benedict's face contorted and his eyes glinted with mischief "Oh, please do not. My ears are bleeding"
The day was merely a breeze, compared to the avalanche you believe tomorrow will be. Of course, everyone was invited, the Queen the exception because well... it is not like she helped the match to happen. You did that by yourself. When night became day you followed your morning, you bathed until your skin was wrinkled like a raisin and your hair smelled like a complete bar of soap.
"Tighter"
"Mama"
"Tighter" she refused to let you have some piece "Tighter, girl" she ordered your Lady and you felt your ribcage extremely squeezed "Good" Your Mama stood behind you and stared at your figure "Your father and I haven't talked too much but I know he is quite involved in this, he will have things settled with Mr Bridgerton by no less than before the party ends"
"Alright?" you stared at her eyes but she avoided them "You are still vexed with me?"
"When I see you all dressed in white it will pass, now... tighter"
"No, MamaAaAaouch!"
You could not move as much from your torso and your rapid breathing was not noticeable still you managed to welcome each one from the ton with a wide smile, after all, this was an engagement party for you.
"Lady Danbury, you are glowing"
"Why thank you and you're so... straight, Miss Ashbourne. Lady Ashbourne, a moment?"
You saw your mother leave and that was as if God allowed you to breathe for a second -trying to at least-. The Garden of your house is now decorated with cream and pastels, bushes holding garlands of pearls, tables filled with delicate pastries and-
"Boo!"
You flinched and balanced yourself only to see his clear eyes wrinkling as he laughed "He-"
"Benedict" however it was Violet who went straight to scold the twenty-eight-year-old man winking at you now "Manners, she is your fiancé"
"Indeed" You followed the game but smiled at him in return, your eyes went to the real ton of the evening, all the Bridgertons looking like they always do, stunning. "Lady Bridgerton" but your eyes danced to Kate who quickly shook her head at you and you understood "Lady Bridgerotn" you once called
Violet smiled at you, her kind eyes shining "My dear, you look radiant as always but today..."
"Oh thank you"
"She looks like a bride, right?" Anthony was quick to join
"No, more like a china doll" Hyacinth corrected but Eloise elbowed her
"Thank you Anthony and thank you Hyacinth. Please, there are refreshments, you all can sit down and have a good time"
You watched them go, and then turned to see Benedict still looking at you, you tilted your head and he walked toward you, his hands in his pockets.
"Are you having fun?"
"What do you think?"
His hand went to your dangling earrings and then moved a curl from your face "If I die right now, I'd depart knowing I've witnessed the most enchanting work of art ever created"
The already constricted chest you have due to the corset felt like fire with his words "Thank you, but you won't die now"
"Life is short"
"Not that short for you to die in your engagement party"
"Then marry me now"
"Right"
"Is that a yes?" he murmured and then leaned down kissing your cheek, you sighed closing your eyes and taking a deep breath "Hmm?"
"Yes" You saw him lean back to his place, the violin in the background could not make you flinch nor the chatting could make your ears pierced. What sorcery was this? You could only stay put and see him
"Brother"
You snapped back to see Anthony and blinked away "Lord Bridgerton... I believe your Brother needs you, Mr. Bridgerton"
he grunted, "I love you Anthony but why?"
Anthony so gallantly with a hand on his side palmed Benedict "Business I'm afraid, it won't take that much"
"If it does, I'll send Eloise and she'll throw a book at him"
You both chuckled, you did not move from your place, your Mama did not let you, you saw Eloise coming from the distance and Benedict was nowhere to be seen.
"You look like a statue, a very uncomfortable one"
"I feel like one"
Eloise sighed and leaned on her shoulder "So..."
"So"
"We haven't talked"
"Not because of me"
"Hey, give me some rights..."
"Like?"
"I am the sister, and oh my your sister-in-law, future sister-in-law"
"I love the enthusiasm, El"
"You know I mean well, after all, you are my girl just like Pen who is... eh"
You knew better than to talk so you moved your hand to allow her the stage for the monologue you knew she would throw.
"I mean" she inhaled "Do you, no, did you imagine kissing my brother every time we went out together?"
"El"
"Just answer, you know how this goes"
"No, I did not" you admitted "Especially not the first years"
"That would have been alarming"
"Yes... and I found those sentiments not that long ago but strong. Does that make sense?"
"No, yet I believe you"
"Thanks"
She grabbed your arm "Come on now, let us join Francesca"
"What about Pen?"
"Eh let her do her own thing"
Anthony was lying. Benedict went away and returned before the party finished, some minutes to spare for some dancing couples still taking advantage of the sunny day above them.
"Why haven't we danced?" you inquired and he turned around to see you a slight seriousness on his face "What's the matter?"
"Nothing, it is just that..." his hand caressed your chin and then the palm of his hand went up until it cupped your face, his thumb caressing your cheekbone "I missed you"
"Liar"
He shrugged and looked to the dance floor "We haven't have we? Danced"
"No, now that I think about it we haven't"
"Excluding those small dancing sessions with the family..." he muttered
"So now you also want to save a second thing until marriage?"
He saw your smirk and grinned back "I will only save one thing until marriage and I won't tell you what"
"And I won't ask"
"Dance with me then"
You nodded and he grabbed your hand, the way the wind was moving the tree branches, the birds singing... everything was perfect, the sky was the shade of his eyes, the flowers contrasted with his pale skin and finally you danced. You don't remember why on heavens you haven't shared a proper dance not even during innocent times, perhaps those dancing sessions with the Bridgertons but his hands never landed on your back nor his eyes were fixated on yours like now.
Your hands never surrounded him with intensity like now, your mind was never filled with loving thoughts and passions -maybe except from the last year to the present time-.
"What are you thinking?"
"Your eyes"
"Ohhh?"
"I swear I saw the sky and then I looked into your eyes and I thought..." you smiled, your heart beating rapidly, "I thought... there is not much difference"
Benedict blushed, a thing he has mastered not to feel bad about "You're just making me go all mellow on you"
"Afraid of a lady paying compliments?"
"No, I am just afraid of what my body does when it's near the woman who is paying me the compliment"
You swallowed and stared at his face, his hand caressing your spine, your other hand resting on top of his shoulder "Do it then. We were cut hours ago"
"By my lovely brother"
"Is everything alright with... whatever that was?"
He exhaled "Well, if you want to know I will tell you but what if I tell you tonight?"
"Another adventure through back gardens and brandy?"
"You said it better than I could. Come here"
He stopped dancing to the harmony of the violins and flutes. In a second he gave you the sweetest close-mouthed kiss. You felt tingling for a brief moment, you smelled his cologne and felt the softness of his lips.
You smiled like an idiot. Yes, an idiot you called yourself because you couldn't believe this was happening. You couldn't believe the feeling. It was a mix of everything.
By the time the party ended, you gave your farewell to everyone invited. Still, the party was not kind to your mother's mood, her frown kept crippling now and then, triggered by your closeness and unfortunately the collateral damage, your father's.
However, things ran smoothly and you dismissed your two ladies who were quick to go to the servants' chambers for the rest of the day. You did not change attire and still with some light from the twilight, you bravely walked through the back gardens of the houses.
Before your knuckles could touch the door it opened, Benedict still not changed from his black suit was smiling.
"Did you know I was coming?"
"I did not but I was hoping"
You nodded and walked in, he closed the door "Thank you"
"So" he spun in his heels "I must confess something"
"Yes?"
"I have some work I must finish before we talk and... talk"
"Oh, that's alright I must also confess I'm rather curious about this place"
"Please feel free to explore. It is yours"
You saw him leave with an air of madness, but of course, you knew better than cutting his thread when he had that look. So curiosity got the best of you, the living room had a fireplace and a portrait of the whole family.You went upstairs to the hall and saw that there was a door to another studio this one amazingly empty that made you chuckle. Benedict was never one for bookkeeping, files or forms so this room being clean is exceptionally him. His office is the art studio.
You smiled and before turning away you spotted the mirror on top of the fireplace, you looked the same as this morning with more curls out of your hairstyle yet the same. Your hands however found a fight of their own as your fingers tried to unclasp the buttons of your dress, the damned corset was pressuring you too much. You managed to unbutton it, the sleeves were the problem as you couldn't reach it from your position, you took a deep breath and sighed, your back arching and you saw him through the mirror.
"high!" you flinched and lost balance when you swore you were going to feel the hit on your bum you opened your eyes to see him holding you
"What on earth?" he chuckled
"Hi!" you smiled back "you scared me"
"And you scared me"
"How?"
"I heard silence... silence with you in this place" he pulled you up with him, grunted as he tried to balance your rigid back "Everyone knows that you love creating racket"
"Hey"
"Even if it is just humming a song" he brushed your sleeves "So why are you getting naked in this studio?"
"I am not getting naked, my corset is too tight. Has been like so all day and my chest feels like it's going to explode. Help me please?"
You turned around and he undid your dress, the sleeves falling off, the corset's laces were visible yet he hummed "How?"
"How?"
"It is well-knotted"
"Have you never untied one?"
Benedict bit his tongue. He has seeing corsets but the women never have asked him to remove it or sometimes they don't wear one at all.
"Not... quite"
"Un-knotted" you instructed "try each loop to loosen it"
You felt some movement behind, you moved at his weird shaking of you "there" he said "done"
But the corset was the same you could feel it "No, it is still tied"
"No, I..." he humemd "Oh I untied the sides"
"No that only for decor"
"Noted, so the middle"
"Yes the middle!" you shriek
"Alright Alright..." he stood silent again and sighed "wait here"
"Wha- Benedict you only need your hands!"
"I will be right back!"
"Oh Lord"
"Here" he said
But you frowned at the sound, like knives or... "No, Benedict! Bene-"
"Ahhhhhhh" he exhaled relieved "Done!"
You turned around with the coldest glare you have ever done in your life "Really?"
"What?"
"You cut my corset"
"Horrible corset, ribcage-breaker if you ask me"
"Bu-"
"And you hate it too, I do not know where this affection is coming from"
He was right, your chest felt better and his adorable innocent smile was melting you away "Thank you"
"Always, now... what to do with this?" he pointed at you
"I have my camisole here, you can go now to your work"
Benedict pointed with his finger "I thought you knew I came for you"
"You told me you had work"
"The most infuriating thing I have ever said in my life. Forgive me for that"
"So there is no work?"
"There is, plenty. Loads. But you are here with a broken corset. Call me juvenile but not an idiot, my love"
You rolled your eyes "Fine. Take it away and burn it"
"Aye Aye Captain"
Carefully you slid your arms out of the tiny puffed sleeves and then with his help your broken corset was gone leaving your cotton camisole on. Your hands cupped your breast feeling how the tightness made you sore.
"What's wrong?" he asked behind you
"It hurts... like a lot"
"What?"
"My breasts"
"Well, they're finally free"
"No they are not!" you said turning around "see?" and saw his grin "Oh, I know what you did"
"You turned, not me" he tried not to look down the thin camisole so he instead focused on the two orbs on your face "Are you fine wearing your gown? I can lend you some clothes"
"Like what? Do you have spare woman's gowns here?"
"No, but I can find something, let's see"
"Benedict you don't need to do that, I will be fine"
"Well, I can't have you naked"
"I have a camisole and a dress"
"You are not sleeping in that" he said leaving you again in the studio, you turned around to see your reflection in the mirror and saw how your hair was starting to fall, the pins around your curls as well dropping and your camisole exposing just a tiny pigment of your ni-
"Here!" he exclaimed and entered the room with a pile of clothes "I know you hate wool, flannel is too hot so cotton it is"
"Thoughtful" you took the ample cotton shirt. The flounce long sleeves and the collar made you know this one was a hunting shirt "thank you"
"I'll leave you to it, I will..." he walked to the door but then gave one step backwards "unless you want me to-"
"Me? want to...?"
"I meant that- well, me here-"
"Oh, it's-"
"Fine, yes I'll go"
The awkward moment was cut with him closing the door as you usually let yourself change. Your garters holding your stockings and the camisole away made you look like one of those illustrations you found under your father's desk. You however decided to wear Benedict's hunting shirt, your slender arms too fragile for the flouncing sleeves and your collarbone too narrow for the shoulder-width.
Was it too untoward of you?
"Oh for heaven's sake," you muttered
Isn't this enough? too proper all the time? You have been raised in the rules of the time, clear as water you understand them but you are going to be living behind closed walls with a person who is like you. Why should you keep following them? They have domesticated you so well and here is Benedict who has been too -domesticated- but still you two gravitate to unchain yourselves.
"Why Am I thinking so much about the camisole?"
You opened the door of the studio and heard nothing, however as you descended the staircase you started to hear the brushstrokes, the dipping into the water, the brush getting dried with a cloth and a sudden gulp, Brandy it must be.
You reached the art studio and peaked inside, Benedict was facing back at you, the easel with a canvas was ready and his paint pallet was in front of him, the glass full of a golden liquid. You knocked on the door and he turned around.
It was not your intention -you told yourself- the brandy went to his lungs and he coughed at the sight of you. You took the slight moment as advantageous and you moved to the couch where he had put some pillows, you sat and stared at him as he drank from the glass, the amber liquid sliding down his neck.
"That bad?" you asked
"No" he rasped and cleared his throat "not at all. I... think I died and came back with the sight of you"
"You're such a charmer, Mr. Bridgerton"
"That's why I'm not the one who will inherit the title" he joked "I hope you don't mind"
"The title?" you snorted "as if... although now that I put more thought into it... I think my Mother is quite frustrated about it... with Lord Coxingworth being left aside"
Benedict left his glass on a stool and moved to the couch where you are but he sat down on the carpet instead "You are quite perceiving to form that conjecture"
"How so?"
"Your mother talked to me today"
Your blood, as hot as it was went cold "What?"
"Anthony needed me to talk with your parents about your dowry"
You sneered at the thought "I hate dowries"
"And I hate talking about them... but your mother seemed to love Lord Coxingworth and I can't blame her, the man has his charm"
"And he is a Lord"
"And he is a Lord" he repeated "But still, your father was trying to make everything run smoothly so I only nodded. Anthony will make sure to keep everything in place, after all, you will be part of the family. For me you already are"
"Hmmm"
"I was about to say I do not need the dowry but Anthony knew and did the talking"
Your eyes expanded "What?"
"I don't need a dowry is just money. A Business, as if this" he pointed to you and him "is business... it is not"
"You speak only the truth"
He grinned "Would you have taken the money?"
"Are you mad?"
"Imagine I am Benedictina!" he giggled, you slapped his leg with your foot "Hey! And you Mr. Ashbourne"
"Shush you"
"Would you have taken my dowry, my Lord?" he mocked
"Yes!" you laughed "Yes, to go to the coast of Italy and get some food and live there with your dowry Benedictina"
Benedict chortled loudly and hit your leg with his foot which you retaliated but he held it "Stop! You'll make me choke again!"
"Then let go of my leg!"
"You stop first!"
You stopped and looked at him, the fire in the fireplace behind him and the moonlight from the window making the scene even more dreamlike.
"Ben"
"Yes"
"Are you still certain about marrying me?"
He looked at your eyes and the way the firelight made them shine "More than ever. Why the question?"
you shrugged "I don't want you to feel rushed, perhaps Lord Coxingworth made you act fast and-"
"I know what you're saying" he nodded and took his tie from his neck and rolled it in his hand "but it was that or seeing you getting married to him which..." he pointed "It is not the only thing but it pushed me to do something which is the right thing to do"
"You better still think that" you hit his side with your foot again "because I will terrorize you if you ever point out it was rushed"
"I'll terrorize you back"
You sneered "I'll terrorize you further"
He straightened "I'll terrorize you harder"
"Harder?"
"Yes"
"You think you can"
"Oh I know"
"Bring it, Bridgerton"
He leaned in close, crawling on the couch until his hand touched your clothed calf, his lips inches from yours, the fire's heat behind him and the night sky shining through the window.
"I have a lot of ideas"
"I have some myself" you replied
"Is that so" he licked his lips
"Mhm"
"Then I'll start with this" he pecked your lips, once "Fight me" he kissed you, twice "Love me" he kissed you, thrice "Do it all together" and he kissed you again, his tongue tracing the seam of your mouth, your lips parted and let him in, his tongue was warm and his breath tasted like brandy and mint.
"And I will start," you said between kisses, his mouth was insatiable, your lips were swollen with his rapture "With this" your hands pulled the tie in his hand and pushed his torso forward, Benedict followed and he was on top of you, his weight pressing down but you loved it "Fight me" you kissed his neck and nipped his lobe, Benedict moaned and moved his lips down your jaw to your chin and then your neck, he was kissing and licking you "Love me" you tugged his hair, the moan reverberating against your neck, his teeth nibbling down to your collarbone "And do it all together"
His hands found the hem of his hunting shirt, your bare legs exposed with the pantalettes still around your body, his hands travelled up your thigh and cupped your ass, the touch burning against your skin. You could feel his fingers digging into your flesh even with the fabric against you.
His eyes as dark as they could be stared at your breathing chest, the small gap of his shirt showing your soft skin "Y/N... I need my shirt back"
"It looks good on me, doesn't it"
"Too good" he groaned as he kissed your collarbone, his hand travelling back to your leg and up to the inner thigh, your heart drummed in your chest, the air was getting thick and your core was getting wet "give it to me" he pleaded
You broke apart and nodded, why are you hiding? Your hands took the buttons in front and started to undo them, slowly and surely while he was waiting patiently, the shirt opened just to expose the middle of your torso and your navel.
"hey" he murmured looking down and up at you "You don't need to open it now"
"Then tell me why it feels alright doing it?" you said and your hands were quick to push the shirt down your arms leaving it forgotten, cornered by the couch that it might absorb it. Your eyes were glued however in the pulsating vein by his neck until his finger raised your chin
"You are still someone unable to be defined by a word" he whispered "beyond what the word beautiful means or any other"
You hummed unfit to say anything and you saw the delicacy of his touch. One of his hands was placed by the side of your head so he wouldn't fall on you, the other softly cupped your breast and traced the round shape. You could see the curiosity, his fingers pinching your nipple and you moaned "It's so soft" he mumbled "And this" he pinched the other nipple and felt it hardening under his palm "This is... everything I thought"
"Am I what you imagined me to be?"
"And more," he said and leaned down "Allow me"
"I-" but you were shushed by the erotic sound of a sucking noise, his lips latched onto your nipple, and you felt his tongue swirling around it and his teeth grazing your sensitive skin. You could feel him sucking the tender spot, the warmth spreading from the tips of your fingers to your toes and you moaned hard.
Benedict was delighted by the sound of your pleasure, his hand caressing the other breast, his thumb pressing the bud until you could only gasp, he stopped and moved to the other nipple.
"You're a tease"
"Let me play"
"Benedict" you groaned and arched your back to press your breast more against him. The scene was like the water you drink in the middle of the night, your mind could not process the moment and still, you could feel it all, your breast, the swelling too close to his face "oh"
Benedict however could not wait, he just couldn't. The sight of you, your warmth was inviting, more inviting than the day before, than any other thing he has done with, for, and by you. He pushed himself back, his hands travelled to your wait and hips and he left -agonizingly- your breasts now covered in his spit. His hands slid down to your thighs and opened them wider, he sat in his heels and took in the view of the most secretive part of your body -yet- he cursed at the pantalettes and then looked at you flushed, red and pink and all colours for him.
"Y/N..."
You saw he wanted to take them away and so you nodded. What could he do? You thought. He's done so much. He could do anything to you and you'd let him, and so his hand slipped into the sides of your undergarment and slid down your thighs. The air hit your exposed body, the wetness dripping from you and Benedict saw. He saw all.
"My goodness" he whispered, his hand trembling "Oh my goodness, Y/N"
You looked away, the sudden shyness taking over, and you could not look at him.
"Look at me" he commanded "Y/N"
"I-"
"Look at me"
Slowly you turned your face and saw his eyes. They were hungry, the pupils blown and his lips were swollen. You bit your lip and he hissed.
"What do you think?"
"You're divine, I can't- oh" his hands were caressing your thigh, his thumb rubbing circles around your inner thighs "You are... more than words can describe"
"Don't use words, please"
He chuckled "Very well" he grazed your folds with his finger and you welcomed it for the second time that "I'll kiss you"
Ignorantly, you plucked your lips and waited however the puck laste a second because you "Uuuuuh!" you flinched but Benedict held you in place.
The sole image of his face close to your core started to drive you insane "What-"
"Shush, honey"
Honey indeed as he kissed your wet core, his tongue explored you, the taste, the sensation, the feeling, he was addicted to you and the moans, the way your hips were starting to grind into his mouth were driving him insane. His hand held you down and his tongue explored, lapped and sucked, his nose nuzzled against your clit and the way his tongue slipped inside your hole, he could not help the groan, his own arousal was hurting him but he wanted you. All of you.
"Benedict!"
He knew what he was doing, the tip of his tongue was teasing the entrance, your juices dripping, the sound of his lips and tongue lapping at you echoed around the studio.
Perhaps you were moving too much you thought. You were squirming and this was not like when he put his fingers inside of you. This was something else, so dirty and so good. Your hips were on their own, you kept arching, buckling, squirming and his chestnut hair was the only thing you could see.
"Ben" you articulated "Ben"
But he roared like a lion, the vibrations sending you over the edge, his tongue was thrusting in and out, his nose brushing the bud of nerves and you cried. He gripped tighter, he was not letting go.
"Ben!" you cried, the sensation too much for your own survival that night and still you managed to say "Ke-keep... going-Ah"
He lost it with your taste that he swore he would never stop doing this, your cries, the stocking threatening to fall, your breasts heaving and your nipples swollen. He has found his place.
And it came, you came on his face as he travelled inside of you with his tongue, your walls clenching around his tongue and his thumb was pressing against the bud. You could feel your eyes rolling, black coming and vision returning. Still, Benedict kept taking all of you, licking you and tasting.
"Enou-Benedict-ah!" you moaned, his tongue still getting into you, his nose hitting your clit "I can't, ah!"
And until your last clenching that is when he stopped, like a madman he looked up to see the sweat on your face, your body twitching and your eyes unfocused.
"I told you" he breathed heavily, his chest also heaving, the bulge in his pants evident and he licked his lips "I'll devour you"
"Why on earth you didn't do that since the beginning?!"
