BENNY WATTS IMAGINES- The Queen's Gambit

Mr. Watts

Warning: Strong language, slut shaming and mature content. ⚠️

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Benny's Pov:

Her brows were furrowed, her chin was rested on the palm of her hand, her figure upright and her shiny hair were resting naturally on her shoulders. I watched her fingers grabbing the chess pieces and moving them on the board, her eyes full of curiosity as her opponent, the dumb little boy played his next move.

As if she already predicted it to happen, I saw a sly smirk getting formed on her beautiful face, she moved the queen and forced a check mate. The player sitting opposite to her, the little boy shook hands with her and I heard her say, 'You play extraordinarily for a fourteen year old.'

With that everyone applauded and the reporters clicked pictures, asked questions and requested her to pose for their photographs.

Her eyes darted on me for a second, she never failed to catch me staring at her and my cheeks turned pink but I didn't dare take my eyes off her.

Reluctantly, her lingering look darted from me to the bald reporter trying to seek her attention. I wish I had the guts to tell her how much she intrigued me and how much I fancied her.

'Psst, Benny, you're staring again!' Beth Harmon's voice broke me free of my thoughts and I frowned at her.

'I'm not.' I said.

'And I'm not blind.' she rolled her eyes at me.

'Why don't you man up and tell her how you feel? You've been looking at each other from the past three years and haven't even had a decent conversation that didn't include anything related to chess.' she said.

'Well she's Y/n y/l/n, the world champion, you think she'll feel the same? I don't want to make a fool of myself.' I said, getting up from the chair and offering Beth my hand. She took it and then we went to the bar in the hotel that we were staying in to get some drinks.

'And you're the US champion. Besides, I've seen the way she looks at you.' she said.

'Have you, now?' I mocked her.

'Yes, I've seen it, she admires you.' she said.

I swear Beth Harmon is the most stubborn girl that I have ever met in my life.

I huffed and dropped the conversation, not wanting to keep y/n on my mind all day. The shots of whiskey which I thought would be a way to get her off weren't helping. They rather made me think more about her and I couldn't stop but think about how accurate Beth was.

Y/n, on the outside was a very decent and the most classy person to look at but at times when she would wear those little dresses and sway her hips as she walked in front of me reminded me how much she craved my attention.

Stealing glances, biting her pink lips as we talked about nothing but chess, playing with her bouncy hair, and even bending over sometimes to give me the perfect view of what she had. Maybe Beth was right, she did like me.

Being the gentleman that I was, I dropped a very drunk Beth who was unable to walk without support back to her room and went in my room which was just a floor over hers.

The next morning I had a massive hangover and it took me almost the entire morning to get over the headache. As promised by the management, I was going to play against Harmon today and it really didn't matter, she always loses.

My real competition had always been y/n, she was smart and she knew how to improvise.

So I took a shower and put on my clothes, then I got my trench coat and hat, then went out of my room to the elevator. A minute later it arrived and I stepped in, then pressed the ground floor button.

On the floor below mine, the lift stopped and the doors swung open making my breath hitched for a second when I saw her coming in the lift with a few more unknown people, looking just as gorgeous as always.

She wore a tight dress that hugged her body revealing each of her perfect curves and it was short, too short for my liking.

I don't want anyone else to look at her the way I do.

But she can wear whatever she likes, I'll shoo away anyone looks at her that way.

'Good morning, Mr. Watts.' she said, standing ahead of me, there wasn't much room available and I couldn't help but enjoy the closeness we were sharing.

'Good morning, Ms. Y/l/n.' I said, looking straight rather than looking at her and melting right away.

We were just inches away, our bodies would touch if we moved even a little bit and then she did the most unexpected thing, she bent over to clasp the open belt of her heels.

My eyes widened at the sight of her delicate lace panties slightly peeking from under her dress and oh damn I felt myself growing.

But then her face turned the slightest to look at me and I saw the smirk on her lips, she did that purposely.

Now's not the time to back off, Benny.

I didn't knew when my hands grabbed her hips and pulled her against me, making sure not to make a sound. She knew I was getting hard, she knew it so well, so I leaned closer and whispered.

'Trying to be a pathetic little slut now are we, love?'

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To be continued...