⚽️Footballer Imagines ⚽️

Ben Chilwell

You were incredibly proud of Ben. He had scored another goal for Chelsea, and it made you even happier when you realised he dedicated it to you.

You knew he'd be tired when he came in, and when he was tired he became clingy and needy, so you couldn't help but look forward to it.

You made him some food to eat for when he came home, then the two of you could sit together and eat it, talking about the day to eachother.

Just on time, Ben went you his usual 'five minutes away' text, and you hurried, setting up the table and other stuff to do with it.

You couldn't help but watch the goal again and again, the pride and fondness growing each time.

The doorbell rang, and you went to answer it, greeted by a cheerful Ben, who hugged you, kissed your cheek and took his coat and shoes off.

"Hey baby, I'm so-" You began, but you were cut off with him pressing his lips against yours, you stumbling back to the wall gently.

It got more and more heated. Eventually Ben broke apart, leaving you both gasping for air.

"Sorry, been wanting that for ages," He grinned.

You led him to the table, where he let out a satisfactory 'mmm.'

"All for me?" He asked.

"Nah, it's for the invisible ghost I spend my day with," You rolled your eyes playfully, causing him to do the same.

"Thank you," He smiled sweetly, before you both tucked in.

******

"And then I just ran, I was so close to being cut off, but I just struck it and it luckily went in!" He explained, as you sat next to him in awe and wonder.

"Wow, so brave my prince," you teased.

He nudged you gently, "It's nice to be in the good books again."

You rolled your eyes, "They are just jealous they don't have your talents, personality and not to mention good looks."

He cracked up at this, sending you a wink too.

You sat on his lap and kissed him gently again, realising how desperately in love the two of you were.