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Hold On, We're Going Home | Benedict Cumberbatch x Fem!Reader

Hold On, We're Going Home | Benedict Cumberbatch x Fem!Reader

| a song fic; Hold On, We're Going Home by Drake and Majid Jordan (listen to the song here)

| RATED 18+. contains fluff, and smut (porn with plot, p in v sex, dirty talking, creampie)

| 4,800 words

| After an exhausting night of attending an awards ceremony, Benedict is nothing but happy to take you home and spend the rest of the night with you and only you.

| NOTE : hey! how're you doing? hope ur having a great day/night! this has to be the longest one shot fic i've written so far, i hope you enjoy the long-ish read! and it has been a while since i wrote a song fic, feels so good to go back to my roots! lemme know ur thoughts about this one! comments, hearts, REBLOGS make my day! <3

The twinkling lights of the city looked so faraway, yet so bright. Everytime he blinked his eyes, it became blurred, like tiny multi-colored bubbles flashing. He tapped his finger absentmindedly against the rim of his whiskey glass, thinking if he should take another sip. His eyes started to focus on his reflection on the glass window, shifting to his dapper vision. He watched himself on the glass, thinking how he looked good. Must be the effect of the alcohol, he thought. He then sipped the last of the contents of his glass, then settled it on the marble countertop nearby.

The pacing started. His leather shoes started to create a path to and fro, back and forth on the carpeted floor. He balled his fist, then opened it, like he was squeezing an imaginary stress ball. His fingers itched to touch his hair, wanting to run his fingers on it nervously. But he figured Don wouldn’t be too pleased if he saw him already disheveled. He knew his stylist put a lot of effort on getting his curls together, and he’d rather not mess it up. He started to take deep breaths in time of his pacing. He prayed the air conditioning was cold enough to dry the sweat that was starting to form on his eyebrow.

Finally, he internally sighed as he heard the door click open. Then you stepped into the room and instantly, his nervousness faded. He was then filled with awe with you.

You looked so beautiful, and he was so damn glad he was marrying you.

You were like a dark sky adorned with shining little stars, you glowed even more when you saw your man looking so dapper and sexy in his white suit. You approached him, tethering in your heels. Hands sought out to touch him and he instantly offered his hands to you, You held on to his arms, then looked up at him.

“Wow,” he said, barely a whisper. His voice might’ve caught in his throat, so he cleared it and smoothed his hands on yours, just to make sure he’s still alive and you were still real.

“What do you think?” you asked before starting to tie his bowtie.

“I think we should stay in tonight.” he said, drawing you closer to him.

“Hmm, tempting. But no can do, mister. Car is already waiting downstairs.”

“I really don’t care if I win it or not, I want to stay here,” he pouted.

“Me too, my love. But sadly, we need to. Plus we can’t disappoint Wanda and Tim now, can’t we?” you heard him sigh. He ducked his head and leant his head on your shoulder. Despite you wearing four inch heels, he still needs to bow down a bit so that your heights could meet.

“What if I don’t win?” he asked, the words trailing down your bare skin.

“It’s okay. It’s all fine. What matters most is that you gave your best and you’re my winner.”

“Would you still marry me even if I don’t take the little guy home?”

“Of course I would. Besides, you’ve got a little guy in me, that’s enough for now, is it?” you smiled and rubbed his back in an effort to comfort him and yourself.

Benedict stood up straighter and beamed at your wording. Just the slightest implication, the littlest whisper of the word that you’re finally expecting makes him smile like a loon. Instinctively, he touched the teeny tiny bump that was starting to rise on your skin, that was temporarily hidden by your black dress.

“My god, I really want to kiss you right now,” he sighed defeatedly, yet he still moved closer to you.

“Nope. Not allowed, it’s matte.” you chuckled.

Instead, he sought out the pulse point on your neck, and there he planted a kiss. Then, he brought up your intertwined hands and kissed the finger where your engagement ring is nestled.

“I love you, win or lose, I’m all for you.” you said in all earnest.

“I love you too.”

“Now let’s get this done so we can go home early.” he smiled then led you out of the hotel suite.

Hand in hand, you walked through the carpeted corridor with his assistant and his stylist in tow. His security called for an elevator and you all followed suit. His assistant, Emily buzzed through the usual red carpet routine and the procedures and program of the awards ceremony. You intently listened while remaining silent, you nodded and hummed when she needed affirmation.

Ben, however, was jittery. His hands moved too much and you could just feel the tension he’s feeling. You rubbed his back affectionately, trying to help him calm down.

“Love, what if you take a drink? Water? Whiskey perhaps?” you suggested.

“I really want some more whiskey right now,” he chuckled and took your hand.

“Okay, we’ll have Dominic get you a flask, does that sound good?”

“Yeah.” he exhaled.

You tapped Dominic and asked him to get your love a flask of whiskey in the hotel bar once the elevator lands on the ground floor. He nodded and he did so once the elevator stopped. As you all waited for Dominic by the lobby, Benedict couldn’t help but feel a little bit calm. You always stood close to him, almost never leaving his space. He figured it might be because his nerves needed calming down, but then he realized, maybe you were nervous too. It’s for him, as much as it is for you.

Benedict was all aware that you aren’t used to this. This isn't your line of work and it's completely normal to be nervous. You were more used to the bright lights of hospital rooms, rather than the bright and flashing lights of media attention. He looked at you, and caught you in a moment of anxiety. He knows you as much as you know him. And right now, you need him as much as he needs you.

"You okay?" he whispered in your ear.

"I am, though I think I need a quick trip to the bathroom before we go," you sighed. Pregnancy was all to blame.

"I'll come with you." he flashed you a smile and excused you two.

"Do you have your lipstick with you?" he asked as you two neared the ladies' room.

"Ben… " you warned him.

"Just asking. Besides, isn't that what your pocket is for?" he chuckled. You playfully swatted his arm then left him for the stalls.

You quickly did your business and left the restroom. You found him leaning against the marble wall, looking so casual. You grabbed your phone from your pocket and snapped a quick picture of him. He was looking away from the camera, and he looked so beautiful.

"You look really handsome here." you gushed as you showed him the picture.

"Damn right I do, I even look handsome while waiting for my pregnant fiance outside the ladies room." he laughed and held your hand.

The two of you quickly made it back to his team and Emily confirmed that it was time to go. Ben helped you drape your shawl on your bare shoulders, making sure you weren't cold. He made you walk in front of him and behind Dominic so that you would be shielded away from grabby fans or paparazzis.

Soon, you were all driving off to the venue. The traffic slowed and became congested, you figured you were already in the parade of cars by the carpet.

The car ride wasn't so quiet. You started to crack a joke to ease off the tension. Benedict fought you for being the funniest. You just had to give it to him. He makes you so damn happy even in the most unusual of events. You had to make sure your mascara was waterproof as he had you in tears, laughing like a little kid at his latest joke.

Emily, Don, and Dominic were also laughing, and by the time the car stopped by the carpet, you were all smiling. Dominic discreetly passed him his flask and he took a quick swig before stepping out of the car.

As he closed the car door behind him, the screams started to get loud and pierce his ears. He made a quick move to open your door and he helped you out of the car. You thanked him and held onto his hand, while your other hand gathered your dress.

Among the loud screaming of his name, was yours. Fans alternatively chanted your names as the two of you smiled and waved. The walk on the carpet was so slow, and Ben was worried you might get distressed or tired, given your condition.

"You alright my love?" he asked you as photographers started to direct your focuses.

"Yeah," you breathed, if a little shaky. He noticed this and excused you and himself from the press to meet with Emily.

"Need to stay hydrated," you chuckled as Em gave you a drink. Ben rubbed your back soothingly and you instantly relaxed.

He guided you back to the carpet and drew you close to his side as you two posed for photos.

"Have I told you how beautiful you look?" he said under his breath, only you two could hear.

"Not in so many words, if I recall correctly, you only said 'wow'," you joked.

"Shame on me, not properly complimenting my beautiful fiance," he chuckled and you laughed.

"Yeah, shame on you, Mr. C." you giggled as the two of you walked away from the carpet. It was now time for interviews.

He was beckoned over by E!'s host and he stepped on the platform. Briefly answering their questions.

"Now we see you've got a beautiful lady beside you," the host said and you heard it.

"That's my fiance, Y/N." he proudly smiled and gestured at you. You gave the camera a wave and a smile.

"Rumors are going around that you two are expecting, any comments on that?"

"It's against my will to share anything private but I'm really happy and proud to say that yes we are," he laughed. They offered their congratulations to him and to you.

"That must be a dream come true for you!" they said.

"It is, but it is infinitely better with the fact that I'm doing this with her, that I'm with her," he said. You heard him pour his heart out in a public interview. Knowing him, he wouldn't want to give up any private information about you as a couple, as an impending family, but his words made you blossom. Your cheeks burned red as he gave you a quick glance.

"Will wedding bells soon be ringing?"

"Hopefully yes. But I don't know, you guys will just have to find out how soon." he said with a smile. With that, the interview concluded. He marched down and met with you. He planted a kiss on your temple, then linked your hands together.

"I didn't spill too many beans, didn't I?" he asked.

"It was great, Ben. You're allowed to say something about me, or something about us. Just watch it though, or you might share something to them that they're not supposed to know,"

"Like what?" he smirked.

"I don't know, maybe you'll say that I'm actually a great cook that's why you're marrying me,"

"Is that a bad thing?" he chuckled.

"Could be, especially if MasterChef decides to hire me as a judge," you said. A laugh vibrated through him and you couldn't help but join along.

Wanda and Tim came into your view, and you rushed to give them each a hug.

"My darling girl, look at you!" Wanda grinned at you and you blushed.

Benedict moved in to give them a hug and they gave him their warmest congratulations on the awards nomination and the news of pregnancy.

"How far?" Tim asked you.

"Two months."

"Why didn't you call me?" Wanda glared at Ben.

"We just found out the other day mum, I'm sorry,"

"You should be!" she huffed and you stifled a grin.

Emily then turned up from the side and ushered you inside the slowly growing crowded auditorium. Sadly, you had to part with Wanda and Tim as you two were seated upfront. You and Ben promised to catch them at the end of the show.

The auditorium was starting to become full of celebrities, all looking glam and dashing. The man beside you however, was the only one you had eyes for. You mingled with others but the two of you always, always gravitated to each other. A distance would be kept but only for a moment.

Then Keira arrived. She was glowing, her baby bump looking glorious.

"Congratulations!" she gasped.

"Thank you so much. And wow, you look really amazing!" you said. The stream of pleasantries never seems to end with Keira. She's such an amazing friend. Fortunately, you two are seated next to each other.

The ceremony finally started and the pomp and pageantry commenced. You had to take a deep breath in and exhale through your nose just to convince yourself that you could go through 3+ hours of sitting and clapping.

"Can I get you a drink?" your fiance asked you. You laughed with your pursed lips. He looked at you with brows furrowed.

"What's so funny?"

"Don't go around asking people that question, they might think you're a waiter," you pointed at his white suit and black bowtie.

"Shut up you, now come on, iced tea?" he offered. Your laughs didn't stop until he gave you a glass.

"Just wait till we get home, I don't think you'll be making jokes about my suit then,"

"Lucky me, I guess." you winked at him and he kissed your cheeks as the lights dimmed.

Thank god for commercials. Almost every time there's a commercial, you excuse yourself for a trip to the bathroom. Benedict was all too happy to go with you, til you finally figured out why.

"I saw that," you smirked at him as he sneakily put out his half cigarette.

"I know I promised there would be no more—"

"But I know you're nervous and anxious to get home. So it's all fine," you reassured him.

"Now come on, rockstar. You're about to present a category." this time you were the one to give him a kiss.

"Wait, hold on," he slipped his fingers in his breast pocket and retrieved his flask. He took a swift swig then patted it back to his suit pocket.

He helped you to your seat just in time for another category announcement. After that, he left and the next you saw him, he was onstage, presenting an award.

Ben had hidden the nerves well in his smooth velvet voice. His eyes scanned the whole room, but he only found yours. He only had his eyes for you. He winked at you before announcing the winner.

"How'd I do?" he asked as he sat down next to you. You enveloped his hand in yours and beamed at him.

"Amazing."

Few more minutes passed, and the best actor nominations were about to be announced. You could feel him tense up and you felt it too.

"I don't think I can do this," he sighed heavily.

"Yes you can, love. I'm right here." you reassuringly said. His right hand took your left, where your engagement ring shines. You squeezed his hand and smiled.

"I love you. And I'm so proud of you," you said. You watched his eyes become teary and it was enough for you at that moment.

Benedict Cumberbatch. The Imitation Game. The presenter said.

His name spoken so loud, so clear, in such a large place made him shyly smile. And the people were cheering, clapping. But his focus shifted to you; you were clapping and your smile was genuine. He now knows that he is the luckiest man in the world. He felt so big, so elated. Because you, just you, being proud and happy for him and with him at that certain moment, was special enough.

He silently wished he could bottle the moment up. Especially the look on you: eyes wide in pride, smile so warm, and your hand that nestles your promise to him, was applauding him.

You took his hand in anticipation and ran your thumb in circles. The winner was announced and you politely clapped. Though a smile was painted on his pretty face, you could feel his disappointment.

"No matter, you're still my winner. We could have a drink or two or more later, then have drunken sex, how does that sound?" you offered. He gave you a tight-lipped smile and rubbed your back affectionately.

"Darling we can't have drunken sex, you're not allowed to drink,"

"But—"

"Actually I think I need to sober up. We're going to make love all night long and I'm going to put another baby in you, how does that sound?" he whispered in your ear and the fine hairs on your back stood up.

"Win-win situation. I like how you think, Cumberbatch." you said, your voice low.

Soon enough, you found yourselves clapping along the crowd, cheering and congratulating the night’s winners. A new tension has fallen over the two of you, it was like a veil, a bubble that separated you from the rest of the majority. You could feel his hands all over you, ghosting on your skin, and you seem to do the very same. You want him so close to you, with nothing in between and around.

He felt like dancing. He felt his body was alight with new energy. One that doesn’t equate to having an award, or any kind of a bloody award. He was going home with you, and that’s all he could ever want and ever need.

“I know you’re tired but would you like to attend the afterparty?” he asked as you stood amongst the crowd that was heading to Vanity Fair’s afterparty.

“Would love to,” you happily sighed.

“You sure? I know those heels are killing you,”

“Come on Cumberbatch, before I change my mind.” you giggled and led him through the throng of people.

Flashing colored lights welcomed you as you stepped into the room. People were piled by the bar, ordering drinks and chatting. The DJ had cranked up some fine tunes and there were also people on the dancefloor. Not giving a damn if their designer dresses are stepped on.

He did what he had promised to you, avoiding alcohol and only drank water to recover himself from the amount of whiskey he had drunk throughout the ceremony. Hand in hand, he waltzed through the dancefloor, and a giggle escaped your lips when he had dipped you. After a few moves, you sat down and he lifted your heeled feet to his lap, trying to ease the pain.

But then a beat started to thump through the room. A beat you know so well. Quickly, onto your feet, you pulled your bewildered fiance and let him back to the dance floor. You pulled him close and started to lip sync the lyrics. As soon as he recognized the melody, he smiled and held your waist close to him.

“I want your hot loving emotion, endlessly.” you whispered so close to his lips.

“‘Cause you’re a good girl, and you know it.” his voice rumbled and you could feel it. The vibration of the bass, and his dark smooth voice.

Drake has nothing on him. You smirked to yourself.

“Just hold on, we’re going home,” you sang.

“Just hold on, we’re going home.” he sang the last lyric and you finally pulled him down, meeting his lips for a kiss.

“Take me home.” you whispered and held on to him.

Ben watched the building fly past his window. The car was moving at a speed, the driver was all too happy to step on the pedal. Ben leant back on the leather seat and exhaled, he closed his eyes and your perfume filled his nose. You were wearing his suit jacket and nestled into him. You cuddled up to him immediately the second the car door locked shut. The drive would’ve been short if Ben directed the driver to drop you off at the hotel, but no, he chose to head home.

Win or lose, I’m all for you. I’m so proud of you.

Your voice in his head replayed the words over and over. A smile crept on his lips. He really is the luckiest man. He couldn’t imagine himself going through it all with another woman, or worse, alone. He would’ve been a mess. He would’ve gone home drunk, woken up sick of alcohol poisoning and self-pity. But now, he has you, and he’d rather have you forever than anything. You were worth more than any silver or gold, nor any long standing ovation or recognition.

“I love you.” he whispered into your hair, you heard it and snuggled closer to him.

The drive didn’t take much longer. The car soon pulled up in the driveway of his property. He almost carried you into the house, as you leant heavily into him.

“Come on, let’s go upstairs,” he exhaled, then gave into carrying you upstairs. Once he crossed your shared room, he gently laid you down on the bed. He moved down and peeled down the straps of your Blahniks, you hummed in relief and closed your eyes. You felt him leave the bed and move around the room. You blinked them open only to find him on the other side of the room unbuttoning his shirt.

“What are you doing?” you gasped and sat up.

“Getting ready for bed?”

“What? Didn’t you say we’re going to make love all night?”

“But love, you’re tired,” he sighed and scooted to the edge of the bed, his shirt hanging open.

“I’m not!”

“But you were already asleep, I had to carry you upstairs,”

“I was just faking it, so you would carry me,” you said with a wicked smile on your lips.

“Why you—” you squealed as he pulled you down to the edge of the by your legs. He wrapped your legs around his waist and that made you gasp. You felt him getting hard against the fabric of his trousers. He leaned down and captured your lips into a kiss.

Hands started to roam and touch, igniting sparks of arousal and need. His hands, his skillful touch started its path downwards. He cupped your core through the fabric of your dress, and you hissed in sudden contact.

“As much as I love this dress on you, I want it off of you.” he grumbled. You directed him where the zipper was and his fingers started to fumble.

“What the—” he groaned in frustration. You giggled and he looked at you with danger in his eyes.

“You know what, I’ll just buy you a new one,” he said and you heard the fabric tear open. Your gasp in surprise was soon wiped away by his fierce kiss. You rid yourself of the remaining fabric, then laid back down just wearing your lace thong.

He was starting to remove his suit but you stopped him. “It’s going to stay on,” you said and dipped your hand into his trousers. His pretty lips curved into a beautiful ‘o’ and he leaned back his head slightly.

What a sight to behold.

His lips came down on you again, this time with the intention of tasting your skin. He left wet open kisses all over your neck and your chest, paying special attention to the spot where he felt your racing heartbeat. You moaned and writhed underneath him, your nails lightly scratching his back.

His fingers followed his lips. Your hips bucked as he swiftly pulled down your thong, dipped down his head and gave your core a long lick. Looking into your eyes, he tasted and lavished on the taste of your wetness. He then slipped a finger, then started to massage that spot that made you wild. You tangled your fingers into his hair, pulling him to where you wanted him to be. He groaned and closed his eyes.

“Ben, fuck,” you moaned as he hit that spot over and over.

“Come on baby. I want you to cum on my tongue.”

So close. So deliciously close. One last flick of masterful tongue, he had you coming. A gush of wetness flooded through you, he made you squirt.

“Fuck, baby,” he growled.

He backed away and slipped out his finger in fear of making you oversensitive. When you’ve calmed down a bit, he lightly kissed your wet pussy, and tapped it with his hand. You drew in a sharp breath as you felt your legs shake.

Ben saw this and chuckled darkly, he gathered your legs and ran his hands on your bare, smooth skin. Soothing you, helping you come down. He wrapped your legs around his waist once more, and this time you freed him from the confines of tight trousers. You circled his shaft and he involuntarily bucked into your warm hand.

“I know I promised you that we’d be making love but I want you right now, hard and fast,” he panted against your lips.

“Yes, please,” you begged.

With eyes full of love, he gazed into you as he carefully entered you. You sighed and sought out his arm, holding on tightly. As you began to get used to his size, he started to move in you, deeply. He pulled out, only his head staying in you, then slammed back in, your hips flushed. You screamed in surprise and he had mistaken it for pain.

"You okay?" he asked, his breath shallow.

"Again, please," you pleaded. He smirked and did it again. Once buried deep inside you, he moved his head down to kiss you.

"You're so deep inside me," you sighed into his lips.

"Am I?" while still inside you, he rolled his hips into a circle and you arched your back in pleasure.

"Do you like that, darling? Me buried so deep inside you,"

"Yeah, ah—" you cried out when he did it again.

Ben started to move, he thrusted in and out of you, making sure his cock kisses that spot inside you. He loved to see you writhing and squirming under his pace, eyes rolling back and lips agape in pleasure.

"Fuck, you feel so good." he exhaled as he felt you tighten around him, signalling another orgasm from you.

"Ben, I'm gonna cum," you screamed, digging your nails into his arm.

"That's it baby, let me hear you scream as you cum on my cock," he whispered into your ear, his voice harsh.

A cry broke out from your lungs as the violent waves of pleasure rushed throughout your body. He soon followed, your orgasm causing his orgasm to rip through him. You pulled him down to you, wanting to feel him and his weight above you.

He began to move away but you protested. "Love, I just need to get rid of these clothes." he kissed you.

Ben made quick work of getting rid of his clothes and preparing a wet towel for you. You were on the edge of falling asleep when he joined you in bed. He wiped your skin with the towel, taking extra care on your sensitive spot between your legs.

"I think you made me pregnant again," you hummed.

"I should hope so," he chuckled and settled beside you after turning off the lights.

"Be careful what you wish for. I think we can only handle one right now."

"Thank you," he said after a beat of silence.

"For what?"

"For being here. With me. Beside me."

"It's hard to do these things alone," you quoted the lyric from the song you two were dancing to earlier.

"If it's your duty to love me and protect me, then my duty to you is just the same. I love you and I promise to always be here for you. We'll always go through it together." you said and planted a kiss on his chest, at the very top of his heartbeat.

He leaned down and gave you one last kiss for the night, he whispered "I love you." into your lips before finally letting himself fall into sleep.

Benedict slept easily that night as he was well aware of the fact that he was lucky to find his match (you), and did his greatest achievement (get down on one knee and promise to marry you, and start a family with you). He had all his heart's desires and it couldn't have any more worth than a little golden statue.

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