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IM CRYING! THIS IS SO GOOD!!!

Please a part three for helping hand with chilly!! The first two parts were 😭❤️😭❤️😭❤️😭

here’s a cute little blurb tied into those fics inspired by this song :)

heaven

and i don’t know how heaven could be better than this.

Ben’s eyes are heavy when they peel open to the sound of cooing and babbling to his left in her cot that had one side popped down so she lay level with Ben’s huge queen sized bed. Though his vision is blurry, he can easily make out the small figure of his daughter clad in a white baby grow with little light pink stars dotted over it. “Morning, sweet girl.” He croaks, rolling onto his side so he can fully admire her laying there next to him.

She’s still sucking on her dummy as she licks her legs and aimlessly punches with her tiny little fists. Ben can’t help but smile at her even though it’s first thing in the morning and his brain hurts just at the thought of the time, considering the sun was only just starting to peak above the horizon through the spaces in his slightly open blinds.

And then he hears your voice, humming up the stairs with your very tell tale shuffling socks against the carpet sound you always make when you’re moving around at night or early in the morning in his house. He can always tell when you’re up and about. It’s just so typically you, wandering tiredly around in search of one thing or another. “Coffee?” You hum, offering him a sleepy smile as you lean on the door frame holding two white mugs with steam billowing out of each. Ben sits up with a tired groan as he does, followed by a tired rub of his hand over his face once he plants his feet on the floor at the end of the bed that he scoots himself to. “Yes please.”

From the minute you take a seat down on the bed close to him, leaving space in the middle for the baby Ben had moved to the very middle of the bed so you could both see her, the tired father can tell which coffee in your hand is his. Sure enough, you hand the mug to him that contains a lighter coloured hot beverage than the bitter dark brown in your mug. He shakes his head at your choice as he almost always does, in mild disbelief that you can actually stomach a cup of black coffee, especially this early in the morning. Although he knows that backstory like the back of his hand; you started drinking it for your last set of high school exams purely for the caffeine kick and ended up drinking it so regularly it became a staple part of you and you’re routine.

Again, another key part of you being so typically (y/n). Never one to stray far from personal comforts, Ben included. Never one who can say no, never one who puts herself above another. That much is clear right here and now as you sit with slightly darker under-eyes than he’s used to seeing on your still unbelievably beautiful face. You could be at your own flat still fast asleep with a life that didn’t revolve around a child who wasn’t yours and a man who had treated you like shit on his shoe for months. But instead, you’re here at a quarter past five in the morning before even the birds begin to wake after a late night and many wake ups by a screaming baby, still smiling at him as you hand him your mug too so you can lay down on your back beside his daughter declaring, “It’s you’re turn to do her bottle,” as if you’re simply any other happy couple of a new baby.

Not two friends who’ve come together to raise the baby in the absence of the mother who had no interest in her and to pick up the slack of a really, really struggling dad who’s completely come into his own as a person and a dad since your helping hands came into the picture. He needed the help and you’re the one who read him well enough to know exactly how. And the one person determined to fight through his walls to force that help.

Ben trods off down the stairs without complaint, over the moon listening to you talking, singing and humming to his daughter until the sound is drowned out by the distance he gets from his master bedroom. But when he trudged back up those stairs, his heart leaps up into his chest at the sound he loves more than anything in the world.

Your laugh, but combined this time with a higher pitched, squealing baby giggle that literally gives him life. Ben stands in the doorway frozen in pure adoration. You’re right there, laying on his bed in grey joggers and a stupid slogan pyjama top you’d had since you were a teenager but refused to get rid of. And you’re laughing, cooing at his gummy, giggling little baby girl. There’s nothing better, not one thing that Ben Chilwell could ever imagine being more perfect than this. No trophy, no win, not one thing. People talk about heaven, but unless this is his heaven, then there is no heaven that could make him any more at peace, any more content and happy than he is in this very moment. You can’t stop laughing at her and she can’t stop laughing at you; both illuminated by the glow of the rising run in beautiful oranges and hues of pink that make you look like one of the wonders of the world.

You are one of the wonders of the world.

And you, with his daughter right here and now, is the wonder of Ben’s world.

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tiagrace1082 · 2 years

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babes this is amazing but istg if she don’t get with ben ��🏼😭

Flower girl and Her Football boys| A Mason Mount And Ben Chilwell Love Triangle

chapter 3:

(contains smut)

Masterlist

Notes: Sorry its taken me a while to post this! I'm also sorry that its quite short compared to the other chapters but now my exams are over and I have a lot of more time to work on this series! thank you for being patient with me and thank you for all the support I love you all lots <3

(Gif @mountsmason )

Friday had rolled around more quickly than you had expected. You were now standing in Stamford bridge car park with your sister, brother and his friend Elliot making your way into the busy stadium.

You were in your own little word, you could feel the anxiety pooling around in your stomach and you had no idea why it was there.

"Wait, what one is your boyfriend again y/n?" your brother asks you with a playful smirk.

You turn to look down at him, shooting him a deathly glare before your sister chimes in "Yeah, what one actually is it?" she asks, genuinely confused.

You roll your eyes, "None, they're both just good friends" you shrug, crossing your arms as you walk to find your seat.

When you sit down in your seats your brother leans into your side, "I like Ben by the way" he smirks at you, while giving a failed attempt at a wink.

You raise your eyebrows at your little brother, "You like Ben because he gave you his gross sweaty shirt" you grimace.

"He has nice hair too." your brother shrugs, sipping on his Fanta.

Your attention was now on the game, Mason and Ben were both in the starting 11, and your heart beat paced a little faster at seeing Mason stand on the pitch. You don't know why he had this effect on you, you have really grown to like him in the little time you've know him. But you were for sure if he felt the same way he would call, or if he liked you enough he would have kissed you at the shop door after asking you to get coffee the other day.

You just had no idea about how much mason wanted to kiss you, he just didn't have the guts to do it.

This time it felt different, being invited by Ben this time there was no cute little note left, not that you was expecting one.

The game had ended with the boys wining 2-1 Mason even managing to score a goal.

You made your way down to exit, Ben already waiting for you, the same as last week. He was still in his Chelsea kit, his hair was all over the place as he was twirling his fingers, like he was nervous about something.

"BEN!" your brother screamed as he ran up to Ben, engulfing him In a hug before introducing his friend.

"Hey you." says Ben as he hugs you, his hands wrapping around your waist as he does.

"Good game" you smiled up at him, his hand lingered on your waist for a while before he lets go to hug your sister before piping up again.

"Do you want to wait in the family room while I get changed? Then ill come out with Mason." ben says as he adjusts his skins.

"Stop bouncing your foot, its pissing me off" you sister says as she sips her free wine, taking advantage of the free bar.

"I cant help it, I'm anxious, I just don't know why." You say as you sit up, bitting your nails.

Your eyes avert to a gorgeous blonde that was also in the room, she was around your age. But your focus wasn't on her but the jersey she had on that said 'mount' and '19' on the back. You didn't think much of it at first, but your mind couldn't help but assume the worst.

But before you mind you carry you too far away, you watch your brother and his friend at a stand still with there mouths wide open as the watch the Chelsea team walk through the door.

Ben makes his way straight over to you, but you notice mason isn't with him, you decided not to question it. You sat in the family room for a while, laughing with Ben while he jokes with your little brother and his friend.

That's when you noticed Mason, he was talking to the blonde girl from earlier his hand was wrapped around her waist. You swear you felt your heart drop down to your toes, a sour look creping on your face, a look defiantly not gone unnoticed by Ben.

You downed your wine before turning to your sister, "We should probably go." you say as you slightly nod towards Mason so she could get the hint.

"What? Already?" your brother moans.

"John, I have to open the shop early tomorrow and I still need to take you and Elliot home."

"I can take them home?" your sister interupts, "You could maybe catch a lift with Ben, saves you coming all the way home just to go back to Surry." your sister shrugs as your eyes widen, you knew what she was doing, she was trying to play cupid.

You didn't notice the wide smile on Bens face at first, before he spoke up "Thats more than okay y/n, I can take you home" Ben says.

"Are you sure I don't want to be annoying-" but Ben cuts you off.

"You better have good music taste if you want to have the aux though." Ben smirks, bumping your shoulder.

"Don't underestimate me Benjamin" you smirk back.

You managed to leave the stadium without bumping into Mason, something you were extreamly happy about.

The car ride with Ben went as good as possible, you both were singing the whole way home, finding out you have similar music taste.

When Ben pulled up to your house you sat silently for a moment, mentally cursing yourself for what you're about to say next.

"Do you maybe, want to come in?" You mumbled.

"If you don't mind." Ben smiled back.

He walked up closely behind you as you scrambled though your bag to find your keys. When unlocking the door you could feel his breath on your neck, and yo felt a small shiver run down your spine.

When you enter your house you pull your trainers off and make way straight to the kitchen, mentally hoping you hadn't left it in to much of a mess this morning.

"Do you want a drink?" You ask him as you pull open the fridge door.

Ben just nods with a smile as he takes off his jacket and places it over one of your bar stools. Then taking his phone out of his pocket and placing it on your kitchen counter.

You felt a bit embrassed about the mess in your house, but you knew Ben didn't care.

"I've only got wine, is that okay?" you say as you notice Ben had scooted a little closer to you.

"Perfect" he muttered as his eyes were glued to your lips.

It wasn't awkward with Ben, but there was a constant lingering silence or a loss of words. The convocation didn't flow like it did with Mason. But you needed to forget about Mason, he clearly had a girlfriend.

"Y/n?" Ben says, you look up at him noticing how close he is and how he is still looking at your lips. You was about to reply before Ben pulled the wine bottle out of your hand and placed it on the kitchen counter, then extending his arm to close the fridge. Never talking his eyes of yours.

You stood still for a moment, until Ben leans in, placing his lips on yours. You were shocked at first, even though you knew it was coming.

His hand goes straight to your waist it pulling you as close to him as possible. Ben immediately slips his tongue into your mouth, swirling it in unison with yours at a fast pace with lots of pressure. The kiss was hungry and burning, proving to you how bad Ben wanted you.

Bens hands slip from your waist, over the curve of you bum, giving your cheeks a slight squeeze, causing you to moan into the kiss. Before his hands stop under your thighs giving them a gentle tap as he lifts you up onto the counter top, not breaking the teeth clashing kiss.

Bens hand fiddle with the bottom of your jumper as you lift your arms up in approval for him to take it off, he pulled the jumper over your head, breaking the kiss for a moment, but as soon as it was off his lips were back on your. His kisses still feverish and hungry, like he couldn't get enough of you.

You both started to discard of more clothing, Ben pulling his t-shirt off before attaching his lips to your jaw. Trickiling kisses all the way to your collar bone, as his fingers work on unclasping your bra. You fingers trace his bare chest in-front of you as Ben starts to pull your bra over your arms.

He pulls his jeans down, leaving him with just black Calvin Klein boxers and a clear erection. At the same time you work on pulling down your leggings, lifting of the counter top slightly as Ben helps your pull them off your ankles, throwing them somewhere in the kitchen to be dealt with later.

Once you were complexly naked Ben leans back in to kiss you, his kisses staring harsh and ruff, you wrap your legs around his waist as you could feel his erection rub your thigh.

You both hum into the bruising kiss as Ben pulls of your lips to trace his fingers to your clearly wet pussy. His fingers trace a line up your folds, spreading your wetness. Ben smirks at his glistening fingers as he pulled them up into his mouth, you watch him with wide eyes as he licks you off of his fingers with a smirk.

Still not breaking contact Ben slowly drops down to his knees as he becomes eye level with your pussy, his eyes stay connected with yours as he leans forward and places a kiss directly on your clit.

He throws both your legs over his shoulders as your hands go directly to his hair. Bens tongue dances over the nub of your clit as you throw your head back in pleasure. Ben hums into you for added effect before placing his lips around your clit and pulling off it with a pop.

He slowly stands back up before putting his hand in your hair, pilling you close before his licks over your bottom lip, forcing you to taste your self on him.

You pull his hard cock out of his boxers, pumping himself a few times before he pushes his boxers fully down to his ankles. He takes his cock from your hands before he directs it rub your folds, running over your clit before he speaks up for the first time properly. "Have you got a condom?" He asks as he keeps his eye filmy settled on his hard dick nestled in his hand.

"Theres a box on the counter in the bath room" You say as Ben quickly wisks away to grab a condom.

While sitting naked on your cold counter top you run your hand through your hair, trying to push the anxiety feeling that was still nestled in your stomach as far away as possible. And trying to process the fact you were about to get fucked by Ben Chilwell on your kitchen counter.

When Ben walked back around the corner he waved the condom in the arm with a small smile before standing in front of you ad wrapping it on himself, pinching the top.

He leans back into you, your legs returning back to his waist as you both pull close. You both gasp at the feeling of ben inserting himself into you, as you wrap your arms under his shoulders to pull him into you as close as possible.

Ben starts to push into you at a harsh pace, with one hand places on the kitchen counter for support and the other his paced on your bare back. You push your face into his shoulder, as you moan into his skin.

The feeling of Ben pumping in and out of you was sensational, but all you could think about was how it some how didn't feel right.

It felt amazing, but it didn't feel right.

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