Heartstopper Imagines

Ben Hope

**SMUT**

(POV might switch around a lot, sorry)

Y/n's POV

Ben and I weren't exactly friends, but he has always been nice to me, and if I'm being honest, I don't mind it; I have a slight secret crush on him.

"Hi. How are you? I heard from your friends that you had a panic attack yesterday in class. Do you want to talk about it?" Ben asks me while I'm putting stuff away at my locker. "My boyfriend broke up with me," I tell him while getting my stuff home from my locker. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Breakups can be tough, especially when they're unexpected. We could talk about it or maybe take your mind off things for a while if you'd like. My place isn't far from here," I think and nod in response.

We sit on his couch in his living room when we get to his place. "How are you feeling now, sweetheart? Remember, there's no pressure to talk if you don't want to. We can chill or watch a movie if that's more comfortable for you." Ben says, giving me a comforting look. "I'm okay; you know he broke up with me because I have a crush on someone else..." I say, trying not to blush or smile too much. "Oh really, who's the lucky fella?" He asks me. "You," I say quietly. 

Then I couldn't take it anymore; he was so sweet to me and hot that I lost control and smashed my lips onto his. He returns the kiss, his hands finding their way to my back as he deepens the kiss, moaning softly into it. I allow him to do so as he lays me down on my back and gets on top of me while continuing the kiss. His tongue danced with mine as he moaned deeper into the kiss, his hands roaming my body, slowly undressing me.

"Ben..." I say, breaking the kiss and breathing heavily. "Hmm," he says, stopping all movements and looking into my eyes. "You should know...I'm a virgin." I say, slightly nervous. "Do you want to stop?" He asks, and I shake my head no. "Okay, we'll go slow, alright...I promise I'll take good care of you." He says, playing with my nipples, causing me to squirm. "Can I have a safeword just in case?" I ask. He nods, "Of course, sweetheart. How about if your safeword is blueberry?" I nod as he continues exploring my body.

"What are you going to start with?" I ask, wanting to be prepared. He gently rubs his fingertips over my swollen folds of skin, circling and teasing my entrance. "Just feel this, baby. You are so beautiful, you know that, don't you?" He asks. I nod, becoming even more wet than before. Then he slides a single finger inside of me slowly, easing into my tightness; as he does this, he watches my face for any signs of discomfort. He begins to move gently, fucking me with one finger. 

I moan and ask, "Baby, can you add more fingers?" pleadingly. He nods and adds a finger while increasing the pressure and speed. I moan loudly in response, bucking my hips. His fingers continue to pound into me, pushing my limits. The couch beneath us creaks in rhythm with our movements. "Are you close? Do you want me to make you cum?" He asks, and I nod. He curls his fingers just right, hitting my G-spot with perfect precision. My body begins to tense and shudder; as that happens, he whispers while biting my earlobe, "Cum for me, sweetheart." With that, I release onto his fingers and moan loudly.

Then he asks again, "Are you sure you're ready to continue?" I excitedly but still nervously respond with yes. He positions himself between my legs, his cock throbbing against my entrance. He slowly pushes his giant cock deep inside of me, filling me up with each inch. He begins to buck his hips, slowly thrusting into me.

After a few minutes, I begin getting overstimulated and have tears in my eyes. I whisper loud enough for him to hear me, "Blueberry." He immediately stops and pulls out; his eyes are wide with concern. "Are you alright, sweetheart? Did I hurt you?" He asks. "No, I'm sorry, it just started to become too much," I say, trying not to cry in front of him. 

He helps me get dressed and sits on the couch with me, cuddling. "I'm sorry, you didn't even get to cum." I say, starting to cry a little bit. His arms tighten around me as he pulls me closer to him, rocking us back and forth. "Shh, sweetheart, it's okay. We can snuggle for a while and catch our breath." He says. 

"I'm sorry; I guess I wasn't as ready as I thought," I say, looking up at him. "There's nothing to be sorry about. We'll take it even slower next time, okay? And remember, you can always tell me if something hurts or feels too much. I'll always respect your boundaries." He says while rubbing my back with my head on his chest. With his comforting words, I fall asleep with my head on his chest, wrapped in his arms. He gently stroked my hair, content to hold me close for the rest of the night.