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“Benj!” Jack shouts from the opposite end of the pool, sitting in the very inviting looking hot tub. “You made her shiver!” It’s true, a small shiver racks over your body and you do absolutely nothing to suppress it. “She’s just playing it up so everyone feels bad for her.” Ben tisks, but grabs you and brings you into his body, and you can feel his warmth even in the pool. You rest your head against his chest and his arms loop around your back. It wasn’t a foreign feeling, for you to be this close to him, but you’ve never had this much skin touching before. You and Ben are close friends, real close, but you’ve never done anything more than cuddle. You thought a few times that Ben would kiss you, but it never ended up happening.

“No.” You shake your head against him, letting yourself shiver again.

“No, you’re not playing it up?” Ben asks, lowering his voice slightly. Most of the people attending the pool hangout were on the opposite end playing volleyball or still on the deck, and the attention quickly went away from Ben throwing you in the pool back to what they were doing.

“I am.” You shrug. “That’s just not the reason why.” You’re not really thinking as you say it, and you blame your frozen brain for saying something like that, hoping Ben doesn’t pick up on it.

Ben holds you close for another minute, and you begin to think you’re in the clear. His hands readjust on your waist, pulling you up slightly higher so your head is resting more on his shoulder than his chest. “You know, if you wanted me to hold you, you just had to ask. No pretend shivering needed.” You pout, pulling away from him. Yes, that’s exactly what you wanted but no, you’re not going to admit it.

“Come back here, Y/N.” Ben says as you untangle yourself from him, not even realizing that your legs had subconsciously drifted to around his waist.

“No!” You say, turning away and starting to walk towards where everyone was playing volleyball.

“Yes!” Ben says back, following you closely.

“Get away, I don’t like you.” You huff as Ben grabs your waist from behind, pulling you back into his body.

“You don’t like me?” Ben asks, his breath tickling your ear. You know if you fought against his hold he would let you go immediately, but you can’t really bring yourself to do it.

“I don’t like you.” You confirm.

“Then I guess you don’t want to go on a date with me tonight?” Ben asks, turning you slightly so you could look each other in the eye.

Your mouth falls open, before shutting quickly. “Don’t play like that, Benjamin.” You warn, hoping your heartbreak doesn’t sound obvious in your voice. You want nothing more than to go out on a date, but you know how Ben is and figure this is just teasing.

“I’m not playing.” Ben’s tone of voice makes you pause. “I would like to take you out tonight.” You just stand there, still half in his arms and stare at him. You can’t believe that all this time of pining for him and waiting for this question, and he’s actually here, asking it.

“Unless you really don’t like me…” Ben trails off, raising his eyebrows, waiting for a response.

But that did not work out today. Once it hit around minute 75, you started to panic. You were on the edge of your seat watching as the boys ran up and down the field. Everytime Chelsea gave away the ball you winced. You wanted to bad for a miracle to happen and everyone could go home happy, but as the minute went on you knew that was not going to happen. It was almost as if the minutes went faster the closer to 90 they got. Once it hit 94, your heart stopped. Penalties. It was anyone's game again.

You sat back in your seat waiting to see who lined up to take them. You saw Reece, Odoi, Mason, Alonso, and Ben line up. You took a deep breath before every shot, praying they would go in. You thanked whatever football god above let Ben make his goal, but you nearly screamed when Reece made his. You’re not sure if it made you a terrible friend, but you valued Chelsea nearly as much as your complicated relationship with Ben. You were extremely lucky in the fact that the relationship you had with Ben led you to become friends with most of the team. So when you ran down to the back hallways of the Bridge, no one questioned you.

You don’t know what possessed you to, but you ran over to Reece first. He noticed you before he opened his arms for you to run into. He hugged you before letting you go but still facing you.

“Reece! You were amazing!!” you said excitedly to him.

“Well it’s easy to do better when you have the best cheering squad in the stands!” He replied, fueling the banter.

You didn’t notice him until just now, but Ben had been watching you since the moment you hugged Reece. He was so hyped about making his shot, but the minute he saw your actions something instead of him changed immediately. Not only were you hugging another man, who was his teammate nonetheless, you weren’t wearing his jersey so there was nothing saying you were his.

And you weren’t his. You weren’t dating. You were an extremely close friend, and you had been for a long time and you recently started sleeping together, but there were no feelings. Well, there were feelings but neither of you were ready anytime soon to admit to them. Those feelings overtook him when he saw you interacting with Reece.

He was talking to Mason when he first saw you, and the minute he wrapped up that conversation he sped over to you. You turned your attention to him before pulling him into a hug.

“Ben! You were incredible!” you said to him while still holding him. You went to pull away when he stopped and kept you against him.

“If I was so good then why were you all over James, huh?” he whispered into your ear through gritted teeth. This caught you off guard. You had no clue where this possessive energy came from. Just when you were about to defend yourself, he spoke up first.

“I’m going to go celebrate the win with my team in the changing rooms, and you’re going to stay out here until I text you to come meet inside, sound good?” he half asked half demanded.

All you could do was nod. You had never seen Ben in this state, and it had completely blindsided you. So you did. You leaned against the walls of the stadium. You felt pathetic, but you did not feel like crossing Ben today. Just as you were getting lost in your thoughts, your phone alerted you that Ben had texted you.

It’s clear. Come find me.

You walked quickly down the hallway into the changing rooms. It was a weird feeling, the changing rooms have no energy. It wasn’t crowded with footballers prepping for a game. You were taking it in when your arms were grabbed and pulled into a body. You looked up to see Ben with a scowling. He turned you around so you were pressed up against the wall. He said nothing, but his expression was enough to tell you his thoughts.

He leaned in and kissed you. Hard. You were taken by surprise, but the minute you felt comfortable you went to press back against his lips, he pushed your head back against the wall.

“No,” was all he said. He barely said it too, it was more of a warning. He kisses you again before holding your jaw in his hand. He looked down at you for a moment before finally speaking,

“I don’t get it. I don’t get why you went to Reece fucking James before me, but I’m going to make sure you never do that again,” he growled out. Everything finally made sense. Ben was jealous. He had no right to be, but he was, so you played along.

“Maybe because Reece fucking James won his team the game?” you replied, adding fuel to the fire. If Ben was going to start going easy on you, he sure wasn’t now.

He pulled you off of the wall, switching positions with you, his back now against the wall. He put his hand along your jaw and under your chin, causing it to open. You don’t know what possessed you, but you stuck your tongue out, knowing his next move. He spit into your mouth, and before you could make your next move he spoke up,

“Don’t swallow. On your knees, now,” he ordered.

You quickly got down on your knees, spit still on your tongue and your mouth wide open. As soon as on the ground Ben pulled his shorts down, revealing his hard cock. He jerked himself a few times before pulling you forward onto him, using his spit on your tongue to slick himself up. He gave you no time to adjust before he started thrusting in and out of your mouth. He was slow at first, taking in how warm your mouth felt around him, before picking up the pace. He made a loose ponytail with your hair that he held in his hands, using it to push you deeper and deeper.

You choked around him, the sound music to his ears. You felt him twitch in your mouth, and soon after that he pulled you off of him. A trail of spit still connected him to your mouth. He used his thumb to break it before wiping your lip and putting his thumb in your mouth, letting you suck on it.

He then pulled you off your knees roughly, so you were now standing equally to him. He guided you over to one of the benches in the room, throwing you down on your back, making you look up at him.

“This didn’t have to go this way love,” he said, “if you had been a good girl and didn’t throw yourself at my teammates, we could be in my bed and you could be riding my face right now.”

You moaned at his words. You wanted to fight him, tell him you were his, but you knew it would only make things worse. He unbuttoned your jeans before tugging them off, leaving you in a dark blue Chelsea colored thong. He moaned at this, he loved you wearing his colors. He pulled them off though. He pulled your thighs forward so you were at the edge of the bench. He slowly ran his cock up and down your slit, teasing you. You whined at this,

“No, you do not get to be the one whining tonight when you were the one that made yourself look like a slut, this is just putting you in your place,” he growled into your ear before slowly entering into you. You bit your lip, knowing making any other noise would make things worse.

It started trusting at an agonizingly slow pace. He tried to push yourself against him, begging for more movement. He slowly started picking up the pace, moving harder and faster, hitting your g-spot with every thrust. You tried to suppress it, but you moaned out,

“Ben...oh my god, Ben,” you begged out. This made him trust faster into you.

“Yeah baby, am I the only one that makes you feel this way? Think James could make you feel this good?” he replied.

“No, Ben, only you, it’s only and always been you,” you cried while arching your back, you knew you were getting closer and closer to your high.

“Please, Ben, I’m so so close,” you cried out, trying to get permission out of Ben.

“Go on baby, cum on my cock,” he answered.

You arched your back and cried out, cuming all over him. The sight and feeling of you causing him to reach his own high, coming inside you. He stayed there for a minute, bottoming out inside of you before pulling out of you.

He reached out and pushed two fingers inside of you, making you whine out. He pulled them out, looking at the mixture of both of your cum before pressing the fingers to your lips. You opened your mouth and sucked around them until they were clean before Ben removed them from your mouth. He left you for a minute, going to grab a towel to clean you up with. Once you were cleaned up, he pulled you onto his lap.

You sat there quietly for a minute, the room as quiet as when you first entered. Ben spoke up first,

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,” he said, still holding you. You leaned over and softly kissed him.

“It’s okay...I just...why?” you asked, hoping for a certain answer.

“I like you, y/n, obviously,” he replied, quietly laughing.

“Why didn’t you just say something instead of taking it out on me in a locker room?” you asked, mirroring the laugh.

“Because I don’t think I realized how much I liked you before I saw you with someone who wasn’t me,” he replied.

You kissed him again, this time with more passion.

“I like you too, Ben, a lot,” he replied smiling. “It’s only been you. I promise you, you’re not going to loose me to ‘Reece Fucking James’,” you replied, mimicking his voice when naming his teammate. He laughed before pulling you into him and kissing your forehead.

“I know, but if you ever show up to this stadium again without my name on your back, there might be a repeat of today,” he said, before winking at you.

“I’ll do you one better,” you replied before getting up and grabbing his game jersey off the ground and slipping it over your head. He you winked and he before continuing speaking,

“Round 2 at home?” you asked. He smiled at you and laughed before he swept you off the ground and spun you around before replying,