#ben white

William Saliba x Reader

Summary: As the House of Villa and House of the Gunners are sworn enemies, what happens when Lord Emery’s daughter who’s bound to get married to Count Ollie, comes across William Saliba a man that comes from the Gunners?

William Saliba Masterlist

A/N: Inspired by @ry3n4sty fic of much ado about nothing

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TW: Smut

For generations the House of Villa and House of Gunners had been enemies.

Their feud had become so old that nobody could remember where it had begun. It was simply something inherited passed from father to son and mother to daughter alongside family names, lands and titles. The colours of one house were never welcomed upon the grounds of the other and the sight of their banners together was enough to ignite old arguments.

At the head of the claret and blue House Villa Lord Emery, a proud and formidable lord whose word was law within his estate.

Across the country ruled Lord Arteta, the red and white House .

Neither man would ever admit it but their hatred had become almost an institution and so it was considered an extraordinary thing when House of Villa announced a grand masquerade.

The great hall at the House of Villa had been transformed for the occasion as hundreds of candles burned beneath golden chandeliers, their flames reflected in polished marble floors as musicians sat upon a raised balcony, their instruments filling the hall with elegant melodies while nobles moved between one another in elaborate masks and gowns.

Lady Emery had made certain her daughter Y/N looked perfect because tonight was important. For months there had been whispers of a potential marriage between the young woman of House Villa and Count Ollie. He was considered an excellent match as his characteristics were labelled as respectable, wealthy, charming and most importantly, approved by her family.

Everyone seemed to believe the marriage was inevitable…. Everyone except you.

You smiled politely as Count Ollie approached and extended his hand. “May I have this dance?”

You placed your hand in his. “Of course.” As he led you onto the dance floor.

Around the pair of you, couples moved beneath the candlelight with their masks hiding their identities from one another. You followed Count Ollie’s movements gracefully, smiling whenever courtesy demanded it though your thoughts were elsewhere.

Then the great doors opened. Nobody paid much attention at first as a few more guests entering the masquerade was hardly unusual, but beneath a dark mask stood a young man who had absolutely no business being inside House Villa.

William Saliba from the House of Gunners, accompanied by two companions of his own, Gabriel Magalhães and Ben White. William Saliba along with his companions had entered secretly, concealed beneath his mask and dressed like any other nobleman and had no intention of staying long.

He certainly had no intention of falling in love… until he looked across the ballroom, and stopped. There beneath the glow of the chandeliers was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He didn’t know your name, or your family and he definitely didn’t know that you belonged to the very house his own family had sworn against, he only knew that he couldn’t look away.

His companion Gabriel spoke beside him but Wilo barely heard a word as his eyes remained fixed upon you, as the silver sparkles from your claret coloured dress shined amongst the chandlers from above, your dark crimson masquerade still protecting your face.

You laughed softly at something Count Ollie said and Wilo felt himself smile without meaning to.

The words came quietly from his lips. “O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!”

Ben followed his gaze. “Who is she?”

“I don’t know.” And that made him want to know even more.

He watched Count Ollie lead you through another turn and then Wilo made his decision. He crossed the ballroom, when the dance ended, Count Ollie stepped away momentarily to speak with another guest.

Wilo appeared before you. “May I?”

You looked at the stranger, noticing his caramel skinned face was hidden behind his mask and his deep French accent stuck to your mind more than you anticipated but there was something about him that made you so curious.

You placed your hand in his. “Yes.”

The musicians began another song, Wilo led you into the dance, moving together beneath the candlelight.

“You dance well.” you said.

“So do you.”

“You’re not from Villa.”

He smiled slightly. “How did you know?”

“You don’t carry yourself like the others.”

“And what do I carry myself like?”

You considered him. “Like someone who doesn’t belong here.”

His smile widened. “Perhaps I don’t.”

Your eyes met with his dark brown ones and you felt something shift between the two of you, something unexplainable as the entire ballroom seemed to disappear in the background, leaving you to feel like the two of you were the only ones who existed in the moment.

Wilo looked at you as though he had known you for years despite having met you only moments before. “Did my heart love till now? Forswear it sight!”

You frowned slightly. “What?”

“Nothing.”

But it wasn’t nothing, he was already falling, hard.

When the dance ended neither of you moved away from each other, you didn’t want to, the pair of you were already so entranced from each other despite only meeting this evening. Instead, you slipped quietly from the ballroom finding a secluded hallway where nobody was present to disturb you.

The music from the ballroom became distant behind you and for the first time this evening, the two of you were left alone.

You turned towards him. “Who are you?”

Wilo hesitated. “Someone you probably shouldn’t be speaking to.”

You smiled faintly. “Then perhaps I shouldn’t ask.”

“Perhaps.”

Then Wilo slowly reached up and removed his mask. You watched him carefully before lifting your own hands and doing the same. When your eyes finally met without anything hiding your faces, Wilo seemed to forget how to breathe. “You’re…” He stopped unable to find the words.

A small smile appeared on your lips. “What?”

“Beautiful.”

His gaze lingered on your face as though he were trying to memorise every detail and in this case, he was, imagining the thought of never seeing you again? He had to memorise every single detail of your face. Almost unconsciously his thumb brushed gently along your cheek with his expression filled with quiet wonder.

You didn’t pull away because she looked at him with the same fascination. Your fingers reaching the top of his head, smoothing a curl away from his forehead as Wilo’s fingers caught a loose strand of your hair, gently twisting it around his finger before letting it fall again.

Your eyes met again, the two of you slowly leaning forward without even realising it, eyes closed and then… you shared a brief kiss. It was soft and fleeting almost as though neither of you quite believed it had happened.

And then-

“My lady!” You both sprang apart as your nurse stood at the entrance. “Your mother seeks you.”

You sighed. “Of course she does.”

You turned back towards Wilo. “I must go.”

He nodded. “Will I see you again?”

You smiled behind your mask as you carefully placed it back on your face. “I don’t know.” Then you disappeared from the hallways in search for your mother.

Wilo watched you leave, he waited until you had disappeared from sight before turning towards the nurse. “Who is she?”

The nurse looked at him suspiciously. “Why?”

“I merely wish to know the name of the woman I’ve been speaking with.”

The nurse hesitated then she answered. “Lady Emery’s daughter.”

Wilo’s expression changed. “Lady Emery?”

The nurse nodded.

He looked back towards the corridor where you had disappeared. Lady Emery, the head of House Villa alongside Lord Emery, his family’s greatest enemy.

His face fell. “My only love sprung from my only hate!” He realised had fallen for the daughter of Lord Emery, the very woman he was forbidden from loving.

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That night the Villa household was silent. Moonlight spilled across the gardens illuminating the stone walls and climbing roses and above them stood the balcony belonging to Lady Emery’s daughter where you were standing.

Wilo had returned, knew he shouldn’t be there, he couldn’t help it, he was attracted to her, he followed his heart and his heart led him to this very moment, behind the blushes below your balcony. If Lord Emery discovered him, there would be severe consequences neither house would easily forget, but he couldn’t stay away.

He looked up and noticed a light appeared behind the balcony doors, you stepped outside and Wilo smiled.

“O Wilo, Wilo, wherefore art thou Wilo?” You whispered quietly to yourself, expecting nobody to be there. You rested your elbow on the edge of the balcony as your cheek fell into your hands, gazing above the dark sky with stars sparkling across, reminiscing the moment you shared with the handsome stranger from the ball. You knew his name, and not only that, you knew he came from the house your father very much despised, but you couldn’t help but fall for this stranger.

“Deny thy father and refuse thy name. Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love and I’ll no longer be an Emery.” You whispered.

He watched her quietly from below. “But soft! what light through yonder window breaks?”

You stopped as your eyes widened at the sound of the voice, the very deep French voice that sounded familiar to you. “Who’s there?”

Wilo stepped from the shadows. “It is I.”

You recognised him immediately, looking down as he had emerged from the bushes. “Wilo?”

He smiled. “Yes.”

You looked around nervously. “You cannot be here.”

“I know.”

“If my father finds you-”

“I know.”

You looked down at him. “Why did you come?”

He stared up at you. “Because I couldn’t leave.”

You were silent then you whispered his name again. “Wilo…” And suddenly the words you heard throughout your life seemed meaningless. Your family had always told you that Gunners were enemies, that they were dangerous and that you must never trust them, but the man standing beneath you balcony didn’t feel like an enemy, he felt like the stranger you’d met only hours ago who had somehow already found a place in your heart.

Wilo stepped into the shadows beneath the balcony his eyes fixed on the vines winding up the old stone wall. Without hesitation he caught hold of the sturdy branches and began climbing carefully making his way upward toward your balcony. You watched in disbelief from above, your heart racing as he finally reached the edge. He pulled himself over the railing and stood before you, slightly breathless but smiling.

“For you,” he murmured, “I would climb much higher than this.” He breathed. “O swear not by the moon the inconstant moon…” Wilo smiled softly. “I wouldn’t swear by anything if it meant losing you.”

You looked away fighting a smile. “You don’t even know me.”

“I know enough.”

“And what do you know?”

“That I saw you once,” he said, “and I’ve thought of nothing else since.”

Your heart fluttered as you leaned slightly towards him, your hand just about touching his chest. “What happens now?”

Wilo looked at you, his hand placing over yours. “I don’t know.”

Your families would never approve, the houses would never understand and the feud that had existed long before either of them had been born stood between them like an enormous wall.

His smile grew. “You are the woman I was never supposed to find, but now… you are the woman I can’t stop thinking about.”

The world remained quiet around you, with soft sounds of the wind gushing and the branches rusting from around you.

Two houses remained enemies and the two lords remained sworn against one another but beneath the moonlight neither of them cared because somewhere between a masquerade, a stolen dance, a stolen kiss and a forbidden balcony, something had begun that neither House Villa nor House Gunners could easily stop.

Wilo stood close in front of you, never letting go of your hand beneath the moonlight your voices barely above whispers. Your eyes met and you slowly leaned towards one another almost closing the distance between you.

Then footsteps sounded from inside. “The nurse!” You quietly exclaimed.

Wilo immediately stepped away slipping towards the far side of the balcony and hiding behind the stone archway just as the door opened.

The nurse appeared carrying a small candle.“My lady, your mother wishes to know where you have gone.”

You quickly composed yourself. “I only came outside for some air.”

The nurse looked at her suspiciously but after a moment she nodded. “Very well, do not dwell too late.”

“I won’t.” The nurse disappeared back through the door. You waited until the footsteps had completely faded before turning towards the shadows. “You can come out now.”

Wilo emerged unable to hide his smile. “I thought she was never going to leave.”

You laughed quietly. “You nearly gave us away.”

“But I didn’t!” He chucked as he stepped closer again. This time there was no interruption, you looked at one another for a moment before sharing a brief tender kiss beneath the moonlight.

You took his hands and pulled him towards your bedroom, placing your lips on his once more, his hands found your waist whilst your hands were wrapped round his neck as the kisses between the two of you became needier.

He carefully helped you unitied your dress and corset and let it fall to the floor whilst he quickly took off his suit, leaving the two of you almost naked, only wearing your underwear until he gently pushed you backwards until your back softly hit the mattress as he climbed on top of you.

He looked up and down your body, remember every single detail committing it to his memory, his eyes travel from your face, to the valley of your breasts, and to your legs. Your hands traveled from his chest, to his abs, gently stroking around them, feeling the muscle built over him and then to his lower abdomen, he groaned slightly from the feeling of your touch.

“I’ve never seen a woman so stunning before.” He whispered

He placed a gentle kiss to your lips before leaving a trail of kisses from your neck, to your chest as his slowly moved his mouth to your right breast, gently sucking on the nipple making you moan.” “Wilo…”

“So soft,” He smiled in response as he continued to suck as his free hand massaged your left breast, treating it with attention. He then switched over so that your left breast got the same treatment as his tongue pecked on your nipple as his free hand massaged your right boob.

His fingers slowly trail to your lace underwear as he intertwined his fingers with the fabric. “All for me?” He asked looking at you in which you give a nod. “So divine.” He hummed. He carefully slipped your lace panties off you until it was pooling around your ankles in which you gently kicked off, leaving you now fully naked on your bed.

He took his fingers, slowly stroking your walls before gently placing his index finger inside of you making you wince.

“Are you okay?” As he noticed your reaction.

“Yeah, it’s just… I’m not use to it.” You confessed.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” As he pecked your forehead.

He finger slowly made way to your foot, rubbing gentle circles around your bud, making you throw your head back in response. “Oh Wilo!” You moaned “more, please.”

“Since you used your manners, of course.” As he stuck another finger inside of you, gently circling your clit making you feeling a spark of pleasure as your breathing got heavier. “Wilo! My goodness!” You moaned as you released yourself all over his fingers.

His fingers were coated with your juices as he pulled his fingers out to suck them. “You taste so sweet.”

He kneeled on the bed in front of you as he took of his own underwear, revealing his large member that sprung out, making your mouth open with disbelief. “Wilo…” you whispered, “you’re huge!”

He chuckled at your response. “You think you can handle it?

You started at his member for a moment before snapping out of your thoughts. “Y-yeah.”

“Okay.” He said under his breath. His member was hard, already leaking with precum as he took his cock in his hands and lined his tip towards your enterance, teasing your walls as you whimpered in response.

“Wait-“ you said and he stopped immediately.

“What’s wrong my love?” As he stroked your hair.

“I-I…” you stuttered “I haven’t done this before.” As you turned your face sideways to hide your embarrassment.

Wilo places his finger above your chin and gently moves it to make you face his gaze. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about my beautiful, in fact… I haven’t done this either.”

“Really?”

“Really.” He admitted as he stroked your cheek to calm you down. “We’ll take it slow, you can stop me whenever you want, okay? Anything for you my love.” As he peppered your face with kisses.

“Okay,” you breathed, “I’m ready.”

He nodded at your words before slowing lining himself with your enterance again and slowly pushing inside of you inch by inch, making you whimper and him groan at the stretch. “Are you okay?” He asked.

“Yes, I just need to get use to it.”

“That’s okay, tell me when to move.”

After a few moments of adjusting to his size, you assured him it was okay to move, and so he did, rocking against your hips slowly at first, watching your every reaction to see that you were okay. You moaned every time his tip reached your clit and he groaned every time your walls squeezed around him tight.

Wilo leaned down again, lips brushing your ear as his hand roamed slowly over your hip.. "You feel even better than I imagined," he whispered, his voice gravelly like the words were pulled straight from his chest.

You let out a shaky laugh. "Imagined? So you've thought about this before?"

He smirked his mouth finding your jawline. "From the second our eyes met at the ball? I couldn't get the way you looked at me out of my head." His hand tightened on your thigh spreading you just slightly as he pressed his weight into you. "Now look at you, my pretty lady, right where I want you." The possessiveness in his tone made your stomach flip.

"Just for tonight," you teased breathlessly, trying to stay in control.

But Wilo wasn't having it. His lips crashed against yours again, rougher, needier. "For tonight then," he murmured between kisses, "but I'm going to make sure you remember me tomorrow."

The pace picked up, his movements urgent, every sound you made only spurring him on. He buried his face against your neck, teeth grazing your skin before pulling back to look into your eyes.

"Don't look away," he demanded, voice low, dominance laced in every word. "I want to see you lose it for me."

You obeyed, your body trembling under his as the rhythm between you built, your nails digging into his shoulders. That earned you a deep groan from his chest, his smirk returning.

"Yeah... scratch me, baby. Mark me up. Let me know who I belong to."

The thought made you whimper and he kissed you hard swallowing the sound. Both your hands were by the side of your head as each of his hands were interlocked with yours, your fingers intertwining with his as you squeezed his hand tight for every thrust he was making.

You started to feel a pit in your stomach, the same familiar pit you felt moments ago when Wilo used his fingers inside of you. Your breathing got heavier and the pleasure he was giving you was making it hard for you to keep your eyes open.

“Wilo! I- I feel it! I can feel it in my stomach.”

His hands still stayed intertwined with yours as he smiled and kissed your lips. “Let go for me baby, show me what a good girl you can be.”

His movements quickened up which sent you straight over the edge as tension snapped soon after, pleasure washing over you so strongly that your head tilted back, eyes rolling, breath breaking into soft cries. Wilo kept moving, kept coaxing more out of you, until finally he let go too, pulling himself out and spilling his hot seed over your stomach, collapsing against you with a low growl, with his forehead touching yours, holding you tight as though he couldn't stand the idea of letting go.

For a long moment, the only sound in the room was the heavy rhythm of your breathing, hearts still racing together. He scooped his cum from your stomach with his finger and slid it inside your mouth, making you taste himself. “Tastes good?” You nodded eagerly, sucking his fingers more as he chuckled. He brushed his lips lazily against your shoulder grinning against your skin, the two of you still covered in sweat with beads glistening on your foreheads.

"Best night of your life," he murmured cockily, voice hoarse. "Bet you'll be thinking about me tomorrow."

“I always think about you.” You hummed in response, your head laying on his chest with his arm wrapped around you, neither of you wanting to let each other go.

“Please, don’t go, not yet, stay with me for the night.” You pleaded as your fingers were making soft circles around his chest.

He looked at you with a glint of love in his eyes as he pressed a kiss to your lips. “I’m not going anywhere.” He said as he stroked your shoulder.

For only that one night the feud between Villa and Gunners seemed to disappear. Beneath the quiet moonlight, Wilo and the daughter of House Villa laid together in the soft sheets of her bed knowing that the world beyond those walls would never make their love easy. Yet neither of them cared, not tonight. Whatever tomorrow brought they had found one another and for a little while that was enough.

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