Benny Watts Imagines

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Y/n sat on the couch, her chess magazine in hand, wearing her white sleeveless jumpsuit, with the belt tight around her waist and the buttons up her chest done up tightly, her hair in its usual 60s curls with a white fabric headband, her cigarette in her hand.

Suddenly the apartment door opens and Benny marches in angrily,

She raised an eyebrow at his suddenly rough return,

Benny's face is red, and he throws his suitcase down in the bedroom, his expression almost frustrated and angry. He begins to approach and sits down next to her at the edge of the couch. He puts his elbows on his knees and rubs his face with his hands. "I hate it there sometimes... the competition, the cocky sons of bitches..."

Y/n sits up puts her feet down and throws her magazine on the table, grabbing her cigarette box which she offered to him "What happened?"

Benny takes a cigarette from the box she offered him and lights it, breathing a shaky sigh. "The same thing that happens most of the time... I won against everybody there, which was expected. Then they keep asking me the same stupid questions. You know how much I hate that bullshit... They act like they want to talk to me, but they really only care about trying to be like me."

"Well you're pretty fantastic. Not surprised people wanna be like you" she chuckled

He takes a second to puff from his cigarette before responding, taking a second to look at her before looking forward again. "They don't know what 'like me' is. They just wanna be around me, they don't really wanna do all of the hard work that I do. I hate all these stupid little people who think they will get good without putting in the effort I do." He takes another drag from his cigarette and lets out a tired sigh. "And these girls... they just won't leave me alone."

Y/n glared softly,

He takes a moment to notice her glare, and he can't help but smirk and chuckle. "Oh, don't give me that look..." He takes another puff, then moves a little closer to her, and puts his arm around her. "They're nothing like you... I promise you that. You're the only woman I want."

"mmm but when your a hundred miles away and little girls in mini skirts are throwing themselves at the handsome chess champion,"

He smirked and looked down at her while he rested his hand on her thigh. "Do you really think that I want any of them? They're annoying as hell. Besides, just because I look doesn't mean I touch."

"Sure." She nodded

He laughs a little, taking another long drag from his cigarette before continuing his train of thought. "I mean, I could easily have any woman I want and we both know that... But I don't. I only want you, I thought you knew that."

"I know. Doesn't mean I don't worry"

He puts his cigarette out in the ashtray and moves closer to her, now wrapping both of his arms around her waist almost possessively. "Don't worry baby...You're the only one I want. Trust me."

she rolled her eyes and nodded "What else happened at the tournament to piss her off then?"

He groans, resting his head on her shoulder and speaking slowly. "It was the usual... The annoying fans, then other idiots from various magazines wanted my time and wanted to try to interview me. Then some of the other competitors are just the most obnoxious pieces of crap."

Y/n nodded stroking his blonde locks, "how about... We grab some beers, get takeout, sit, play some chess, have a nice relaxing cigarette and a nice slow fuck. That makes you feel better?" She kissed his forehead,

A smirk formed on his face, his hands running up the sides of her thighs as he got a little bit closer, almost on top of her by now. "That sounds like the best thing I've heard all day... Except for one thing to add to that."