Ben Hardy Imagines xo

jelousy-ben hardy- part 3

warnings- SMUT!!!!1111!!!
Y/N's head was heavy as she leaned against Ben's shoulder, as they made their way together to his trailer, after four more hours of talking and giggling with the cast.
"You alright?" he asked, the deep voice she adored so much laced with concern.
"Mhm," she hummed, closing her eyes for a second. "Just tired."
He pressed a sweet kiss to her temple and wrapped his arm tighter around her waist. "We're almost there."
She walked the rest of the way with her eyes closed, trusting Ben to guide her and not let her trip over things or hit her head at a low hanging sign.
With a soft click. Ben unlocked his trailer and he let Y/N step inside first. She didn't even wait for the door to be closed when she pulled off her pants and shirt.
"Giving me a show, are we?" Ben smirked, eyes raking up and down his girlfriend's body, but both of them knew, he was just teasing. Y/N was so tired she could fall asleep while standing up.
Gently, he scooped her up in his arms and went over to the bed, placing her above the covers, while he quickly got rid of his own clothes. A soft whine of 'come here' fluttered through the air, making his heart clench.
As he laid down, Y/N pulling the bedding from underneath her and over them, Ben wrapped her in his embrace and sweetly kissed her.
"Night, love."
"Love you."
Y/N fell asleep in a second, but Ben seemed to be doomed never to close his eyes. The thought of her being with Rami had overtaken every part of his brain and he hated how bitter it made him feel. She wasn't in love with his costar, Y/N was in love with Ben, and he knew it without a doubt, so why this new revelation made him so jealous, was beyond the Brit.
"Baby, you okay?" her voice was raspy with sleep and Ben sighed, turning to his side to wrap an arm around her midsection. Her worried tone made his chest hurt.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"About what?"
"About you and Rami? Why didn't you tell me you had a thing with him?"
Y/N was becoming wider awake with every passing second, so she leaned up on her elbow to better look at Ben's face. "Because, as I said before, it wasn't even a thing. And what does it matter? That was more than two years ago, and nothing came of it. He's like a brother to me."
A devilish smirk appeared on her face. "Is someone jealous?" Y/N whispered leaning up and letting her teeth nip at Ben's ear. He groaned feeling her hips roll into his as she had hiked her knee over his side.
"Can you blame me? You're this amazing actress/ fucking rock and roll legend at this point. How could I not be when you could have anyone you wished to?"
She continued on with the motions, eliciting delightful moans from Ben.
"And have you seen yourself in the mirror, darling?" Y/N groaned, feeling him stiffen with every movement their bodies made. "Fuck, if I let myself go off every time, I read a comment on any social media about how much of an Adonis you are and how much everyone wants to be with you, I'd handcuff you to the bed and glue myself on top of you, just to make a statement that you're mine."
Ben's mouth quirked up. "You know, that doesn't sound that bad. Actually, that sounds like fucking heaven."
His hands settled on her soft sides, as they helped her keep a steady rolling rhythm. The fabric that separated the two was beyond offensive in Ben's opinion, but there was just something about teasing Y/N and in the end himself, that made the climax of everything so much more amazing.
"Ben, I need you," Y/N's voice was desperate.
The man just hummed as his lips lazily moved up and down the column of her throat, and he smiled, feeling her get more and more frustrated. But it was when she pulled his hands away from her waist and pushed them up and over his head, pushing him on his back and grabbing his wrists in a tight grip, an animalistic growl reverberated through the air and his bones.
"Now," her voice was low and dangerous and holy shit did that turn him on.
Instantly her nightshirt was off, and her panties followed suit, Ben practically ripping his own boxers away.
There was no time for foreplay, as the ache in both of their bodies had become insufferable. As much as Ben wanted to slam up and be hugged by Y/N's velvety wall, he let her grip his member at the base and slowly ease down.
Profanities, that he didn't even know he knew, passed Ben's lips and Y/N echoed them by pressing their lips in a tight kiss. It had been so long, too long since they had been together like this, she was almost sure she'd burst just from the feeling of him being sheeted inside.
Ben gave Y/N a minute to gather her breath and as she did so, he felt her stretch and adjust, and once again mould to him. Her mouth was by his ear, praising him and whispering confessions of love as her hands moved up and down his biceps. It was in that moment, that Ben wanted to punch the living daylights out of himself for ever doubting Y/N and her feelings, for ever thinking that she was with him simply because it was easy and practical.
Because in reality, it was far from it. The distance and work lead to fights and tears, and they had to solve the issues, rather than abandoning them, which is what both had usually done. If they didn't, the pair knew all of the brilliant moments spent together, the tender lovemaking, and gentle laughs would crumble. And never had Y/N or Ben wished to keep something so much as they did with one another.
"Can I move?" Ben's words were a plea because suddenly not moving was incredibly uncomfortable. The soft moan rippling from Y/N's throat was all the green light he needed, so clasping both his hands down on the small of her back, he pushed his hips up, until he had bottomed out and then slipped almost all the way out, leaving only the tip in.
Her sigh of content was a sound Ben assumed he would only get to hear in heaven. Yet there he was, biting down on the shoulder of the most gorgeous girl he'd ever met as she marked his neck with love bites of her own.
"I love you," he groaned feeling Y/N tighten around him as his shaft finally hit that spot that made her Y/E/C eyes roll to the back of her head. "I love you so fucking much."
"I love you too, Ben," her reply was breathless, but her gaze was fiery and piercing. "And don't you ever forget that or doubt it." Each word was accentuated by a harsher snap of her hips. The sounds of their bodies colliding, and Y/N's slick having coated both of their thighs, sweat sliding down their frames and onto the sheets was more than obscene.