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162. Benedict Cumberbatch | Pull my hair (the wrong way)

By : magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics | Tumblr

Benedict x Reader fic based on the quote from Ben: "Pull the hair on my head the wrong way, and I would be on my knees begging for mercy. I have very sensitive follicles." no smut please just lots of fluff and kissing, makeout scene. With the hair pulling.....Yeah.

Pairing: Benedict x reader

Word count: 1.184

Warnings: None.

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Benedict was always busy with work. His multiple roles were demanding, and his professionalism and fine manners were also a huge influence to his need of being early to work every single day and leaving until everybody was done working – which means he was the last one to leave.

(Y/N) knew it was important for him, that every character had a big space in his humongous heart. From the Frankenstein Monster, to a dragon in a castle, all the way to a consultant detective. Benedict loved them all, and was willing to give his whole to them.

She missed him, but she never said anything, because she didn't want to be the kind of girlfriend to discourage her partner just because she wants more attention. Besides, whenever he had free time, Benedict would dedicate solely it to her.

He was the most loving boyfriend in the world. His kind heart and warm soul were more than enough to make her day better just by giving her a boyish grin every morning. He would come home, willing to cuddle with her in spite of being extremely tired, and during the weekend he would wake up early to make her breakfast – which they would eat in bed – and he always had little details; like tiny gifts from his trips, or flowers just because they were pretty, or he would take her out for dinner, or suggest to stay home and re-watch her favourite TV shows. Benedict loved her, and he liked to show it through small actions like so.

Benedict would also call her through video call every night whenever he was out of town. That week, Ben had gone out to Italy to the press tour of his brand new movie. (Y/N) had to stay for work, so she couldn't join him, but was patiently waiting for him to come back and stay home for a whole week of rest.

"Hello, love." She greeted as Ben's face appeared on the screen. The man instantly smiled.

"Hiiii!" He chanted, waving his hand.

"How's Italy?" She asked.

"Italian." Benedict joked, and they couldn't help but to laugh. Those video calls were usually simple as hell, and so they would laugh at everything and anything. "Italy is fine; it's gorgeous, as usual, but it's not the same without you."

"I miss you too, my dear." She said. Benedict nodded, and (Y/N) caught a tiny glimpse of his background – he was outside. "Why aren't you at the hotel?"

"Too loud." Benedict replied instantly, "The whole cast and staff decided it is an amazing day to celebrate the release of the film."

"Well, it wouldn't hurt you to celebrate with them." She suggested.

"I wanted to be with you." Ben mumbled, "I can't wait to be on holiday so we can spend it together without any interruption."

"I know, me too." She whispered as her eyes watered slightly.

"But it will be very soon. Oh, hello, Mrs. Trent." Ben greeted their neighbour. "As I was saying, it will be very soon."

"Yes... Wait a second." Her eyes widened and Benedict chuckled at her reaction. "Are you really here?"

"Just open the door, England is freezing compared to Italy." He didn't have to ask her twice. (Y/N) jumped out of bed, leaving the laptop there, and ran outside to the door.

She opened it and Benedict wasn't there.

"Ben?" She called sadly. Maybe it was just a joke, or maybe she was dreaming...

Someone grabbed her shoulder and she jumped. "Took you long enough... I used the back door." Benedict said and (Y/N) punched him playfully due to him scaring her, and then jumped to his arms.

"I missed you so much!" She cried.

"I miss you too, my dear." Benedict whispered in her ear and then started leaving kisses to the top of her head, all the way down to her lips. He inhaled her smell, held her tightly and kissed her. He had missed her so much, and now he was complete.

"Why didn't you tell me you were here?" She inquired as she pulled slightly away from his lips.

"I wanted to surprise you," he said and kissed her again, "the rest week got extended but we weren't sure so" kiss, "I decided not to tell you until I was here."

"That was bloody brilliant, you idiot." She joked and then they continue to kiss.

His lips satisfied her thirst. Having Benedict back in her arms, earlier than expected, was such a pleasing feeling that it could not be compared to anything palpable in this world. Her passion, her need for him, instantly showed as she deepened the kiss, stroking her hands around his shoulders and neck, all the way up to his short hair.

She tangled her fingers in his soft locks, needing to touch every inch of his body just to know that he was real. She forgot Benedict had sensitive follicles, and so she twirled a playful finger around a particular soft spot and pulled slightly.

In a matter of seconds, Benedict was knelt down on the floor, begging her to stop. The sudden realization fell into her like an ice cold water filled bucket; she let go of his hair, placing her hands behind her.

"Oh my God, Ben I'm so sorry!" She whined, kneeling to be at the same level as him. Benedict didn't reply. "Ben, I forgot, I'm sorry... I missed you so much I... I just... I have no excuse, but I'm so so sorry..."

"It's fine." He muttered in a voice tone that was everything but fine.

"No, no it's not. I'm sorry!" She insisted. Benedict's head fell to the front, finding her shoulder as a comfortable support. (Y/N) was careful enough not to touch his hair again, but rather caressing his back. "I'm sorry..."

They remained in that same positions for a while until the pain in Benedict's head disappeared. Soon after, Benedict started giggling frantically.

"What is so funny?!" She inquired as she pulled away to have a better look of him.

"I don't know, there's something I find funny about this situation..." Benedict continued to laugh, "I wanted to surprise you... Being a romancer and... And now we're on the floor and I was begging for mercy and..." He couldn't finish his phrase.

(Y/N) stared in a dumbfounded look. "How can you possibly find that funny?"

"I don't know!" Benedict responded, "All I know is that I'm happy in spite of it."

"Yeah, well, at least someone is." She replied sassily and threatened to stand up, but before she could Benedict dragged her to the floor, straddling her lap to keep her still and locking his lips with hers.

"I'm sorry, I can't be mad right now." Benedict whispered over her lips, "I just want this night to be perfect."

"It won't be after my massive mess up." She rolled her eyes.

"I think we can still save it." Benedict cocked and eyebrow and pinned her hands to the floor using his.

Then, he kissed her once more, softly and slowly, since there was no hurry anymore.