BENNY WATTS IMAGINES- The Queen's Gambit

Give me what I really want- (smut)

Warning: Heavy smut and swearing . Read it at your own risk⚠️

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Y/n sees him walking towards her, just as Harry breezes past him. She forces a wide grin on her face as Harry wraps an arm around her, lifts her up and spins her around. She hates herself just a little bit when Harry presses his lips on hers and all she can think of is how just hours ago, it was Benny's lips that were on hers. She cracked one eye open and saw Benny; his face was red, jaw was clenched and his glare bore holes in Harry's skull.

Does he think that I'm going to come running behind him just because he made me come with the sarcastic mouth that he's got? I don't even know if I'm pissed off at him or pissed at the fact that someone, who has bothered me more than anyone else made me feel so vulnerable and broke me into a thousand pieces by giving me the best orgasm that I've ever had. She thought.

"Hey, how was your day sweetheart?" Harry sets her on the ground.

"Hmm, it was interesting." Y/n smirks as Benny walks past them with his brown orbs blazing , making every hair on her body stand.

"So... you're coming with me to the match?" Harry asks her.

"Yes, ofcourse. I don't have anything much to do anyways." she says.

"That's great, I can't just stay away from you anymore." Harry lifts her chin up and kisses her firmly.

Her thoughts wandered again...how Benny's mouth felt hot on her delicate skin, how his touch felt on her body and how his hand felt buried inside her.

"Go ahead, you're gonna be late." she says to Harry.

"See you later." he grins and rushes to where Benny went.

The matches are a little different than usual. Two teams are made. Harry is with Beth Harmon while Benny is against them with some other famous American chess players.

Y/n, keeps watching Benny as he effortlessly swoops Harry's arse and looks at her with a smirk plastered on his face. Harry is agitated by the fact that he is the sole reason for his team's defeat.

"That was a tough match and I'm sure Benny is pissed at me. Did he say anything to you? You know, when you guys kinda disappeared?" Harry says as he walks towards y/n after the match.

"No, he didn't say anything." Y/n shrugs.

"Okay then, you wanna come help me dry this up?" Harry points on a huge water stain on his shirt.

"You are one clumsy piece of shit." Y/n giggles and then they walk towards the men's room.

Harry pulls her in the room and takes his shirt off to dry it. Y/n's thoughts again revolve around him, his head buried between her thighs, her soft moans echoing in the room...

" Like what you see?" Harry says and y/n realizes that she was blankly staring at his toned abdomen.

She blushes and lowers her gaze. Harry walks closer to her until she is trapped between the wall and him. "You were really distracting me with that dangerous skirt you're wearing. Maybe that's the reason why I was losing repeatedly. You know I could see up it from where I was sitting and those little lace panties were really fucking me up the whole time." Harry says.

I wasn't aware that my panties were noticeable. She thought.

"I like this skirt and I would like it more with your head under it." Y/n says and Harry groans.

But you don't give me what I really want.

"Wouldn't be anywhere near as good as mine." Benny mutters as he rounds the corner.