This one comes from personal experience. Anyway... Reader is at the beach in a bikini and Ben (stranger) makes a comment about how ugly a birthmark on her upper leg- lower bum cheek area is and she gets really upset. A few year later they meet up, start a relationship and in the middle of some smutty stuff he realises that she's the one he was rude to. lots of fluff at the end? Hope that's okay? xx
beach body ready | benxreader
Iâm sorry if this isnât quite what you expected, but I tried to do it as much justice as I could! Especially since itâs personal experience - I personally canât see Ben doing something like this so I tried to find an even field where it is like Ben as much as possible but still sticking to your experience. Hope you enjoy!
summary: you were always pretty confident in your body, until a rude remark about a birthmark set you in the tracks of insecurity. years later, you come to find you never let that go, and find it difficult to face
warnings: insecurities, rude remarks about birthmark, swearing, light smut
requested by @queenlover05 - i hope you love it! (sorry if the ending is a little shit, i wasnât sure what to write towards the end)
You grew up right by the ocean, waking to the sound of the waves on the sands. You swam of course, and to you swimming meant briny waves colliding with your faces, not the chlorinated pools that were further into the town. Even in the summertime, there were days you didnât want to swim or catch crabs; youâd take your fingers and draw a hopscotch grid in the sand. Pebbles were always easy to find. You and your friends could spend hours there, hopping from one foot to two, spinning and making your way back to the start. You can still recall the softness of the sand, your feet erasing the numbers and the lines as you went. Some days youâd even play long enough for the tide to claim our game. Then you would slink home under the setting sun, only to repeat the fun the next day.Â
So, returning there in your early adulthood was like a dream come true. After moving to the city to study at university, you never really got the chance to visit the place you called home as much as youâd have hoped to. You had almost forgotten the way the hot sand slid between your toes, or the way the cool breeze drifting through your locks, and the taste of the saliferous water on your taste buds. Almost.Â
âOver hewre, YN!â your little sister shouted, jumping up and down in an outburst of pure elation. You laughed loudly, picking up the light beach ball from the ground and throwing as well as you could. After a few times of throwing the ball to each other, you began failing miserably when the wind caught it in its breeze, causing it to fly off to the side.Â
âThis isnât going to work, Liv! Itâs too windy!â you shouted back, both giggling at the sight of the ball floating away in the ocean. The 5 year old was quick to chase after it, throwing herself into the cold water and doggy-paddling to keep up with it. You ran in after her, not only to make sure she was safe, but mostly because it looked even more fun than being on the land at that point. The sudden chill of the ocean made you squeal, Olivia laughing in response.Â
âItâs not even cowd, YN! Come on, I want to swim!âÂ
âI just got in Liv!â you exclaimed, racing to catch up with the small girl who was now so deep she couldnât touch the ocean floor with her feet. She definitely took after you and you tendency to take risks; one of your favourite things to do was just float in the ocean and let if drift you where it wanted, it made you feel free. A good 20 minutes later of splashing around in the water and getting your hair positively soaked, you started to feel yourself get hungry. âHow about we go grab some ice cream and sit on the towels for a bit, huh?âÂ
Of course, Olivia bolted back onto the sand, grabbing her towel to wrap around her stomach and waiting incredibly impatiently for you to follow suit. As you emerged from the water, your bikini bottom pulled up a little higher than usual, but you left you it be not thinking much of it. Thankfully the ice cream van was not far from where you had settled with your things, so you were okay with leaving your stuff alone for a few minutes. With her small body hoisted on your right hip, you turned to her; âOkay Liv what do you want?âÂ
âStwawbewwy ice cweam! With chocowate sauce! And a chocowate fwake!â she cheered, pointing at all the different parts of her creation that she could see in the van. The man behind the window chuckled lightly, following her hand to grab each piece, and quickly whipped up the concoction for the small girl. âThank woo!âÂ
âOh, erm, yes thatâs it thank youâ you grinned, before looking over at your sister to see remnants of the melting ice cream all around her cheeks and chin, as if sheâd shoved her face straight into it. You chuckled loudly, seeing her shoot you a guilty, toothy grin in response. âActually, could we get a few napkins as well if thatâs okay.â
After paying for the ice cream and resulting napkins, you headed back to sit down for a while; you had forgotten quite how exhausting the beach could be. IN the direction of your towels, you noticed a man standing beside them, bending over to pick up something. In the split second he stood back up, you took in the sight. The boy was probably the most attractive man you had ever seen; he had the most gorgeous emerald eyes with the smallest flecks of gold in them that made them gleam naturally in the summer sunlight. And you couldnât deny how built he was either. An incredibly built six pack, with an arousing v-line which disappeared into the red swimming trucks he was wearing, and his thighs; God his thighs. Your favourite part of him, however, was his soaked, golden locks; you couldnât deny, you were a sucker for hair.Â
âS-sorry, can I help you?â you stuttered out, trying not to choke on your words at the blonde in front of you. He hadnât noticed you at first, but you saw his eyes quickly rake up and down your body before answering.
âSorry, my nephew threw this and it landed on your towels. I didnât mean to bother youâ he excused, stumbling over his own words from nerves. You werenât expecting the deepness, with just a hint of sultry, in his British voice; it sent butterflies straight to your tummy. You saw his hands holding a frisbee, and immediately understood.Â
âOh, it-itâs fine. Iâm YNâ you grinned, holding your hand out to shake his. He took the offer, taking your hand into his, and you couldnât help but notice how rough and calloused they were. God. âBen, are you from around here or-âÂ
You were quite sure he could feel your hand lightly shaking from nervousness, but that was the least of your problems at that point, especially considering Liv was now nowhere to be seen. Your head shot around the beach, catching the small girls body heading towards the sea, ice cream in one and piles of sand in the other. âI-Iâm sorry, just- Liv, get back here! Not in the sea while your eating your ice cream remember, we sit on the towels while we eat. Otherwise, the ocean might steal it and we donât want that do-â
âHave you always had that?â Benâs voice chuckled from behind you, making you shoot around confused.Â
âHuh, sorry? Had what?â
âThat thing⊠on your leg?â he answered, pointing to your upper leg-lower bum cheek area. You knew exactly what he was referring to; you had a birthmark in that exact area. It wasnât common that people would ask about it, but when they did, they were polite and respectful about it. Which was why it threw you off a little that Ben had found it funny.Â
âOh, erm, yeah. Itâs a birthmark, why?â you said with puzzlement, not quite expecting what he was to say next.Â
âOh, nothing. Itâs just, itâs not exactly the prettiest sight.âÂ
âErm, excuse me?â you scoffed out, furrowing your brows in disbelief. Was this random man really making a comment about this? You were usually able to brush off the bad comments about it, people had said before how it was different to any birthmark theyâd seen before or that maybe you should have it checked by a doctor, but that was always in private and you could explain the situation. At this point, Ben was just being downright rude and it was embarrassing
âWell, I thought you were pretty hot until I saw that. Donât get me wrong, I know you canât help it but like itâs pretty unattractiveâ you were left stunned at the remark. Never had you expected words like that to come out of a mouth of someone who seemed to be such a gentleman. You now understand the meaning of donât judge a book by its cover to a t.Â
âErm, sorry could you leave? I donât care for your opinionsâ you retaliated, a grimace showing on your face. You could see some slight hesitation and guilt on his face, as if he hadnât meant to upset, but you considered him stupid if he thought saying such things wouldnât render you at least somewhat angry. He backed off, raising his arms in the air as if to sarcastically say âsorryâ before jogging to meet his nephew on the other side of a big umbrella. You quickly went back to your spot, plonking down on the towel and huffing in defeat. Your mind couldnât help but glaze over his words - âunattractiveâ, ânot the prettiest sightâ. You tried so desperately to hold back the tears that had began brimming in the corners of your eyes, but there came a point where you werenât able to stop one from rolling down. Your little sister popped up from beside you, noticing how downcast you were, pouting out her bottom lip in over exaggeration.
âItâs okay YN. Why are you wad?â she reassured you, jumping down on your stomach and wrapping her arms around your shoulders to give you biggest hug you thought possible, yet you couldnât help but laugh at the fact she still had ice cream smeared all around her mouth. You chuckled lightly, planting a big kiss on her cheek and wiping the tear from your cheek.
âIâm not Liv, donât worry. Itâs just, people say mean words sometimes, words about things people canât change, or things people may be insecure about. And it can hurt their feelingsâ you explained, sitting her on your knee and sniffling back anymore tears about to drop.
âIf it makes you feewl better, I think youâre biwthmark is vewy pwettyâ she smiled, reaching her hand round to rub the mark and give you another quick hug, as you mouthed âthank youâ. She jumped up off your lap, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the see; âLetâs go swimming again!â
You spent another hour or two in the ocean with the little girl, but you couldnât help your eyes drifting over to the blonde man every few minutes. You couldnât let what he said go, and yet he looked like nothing had even happened when 30 minutes after the incident he caught your eyes and threw over a friendly smile. You tried to send one back, probably failing miserably.
âI thought you were pretty hot until I saw thatâ
You had been practically craving a coffee the whole morning, your lack of energy due to your work piling up had been swallowing you whole and you needed something to keep you awake. It was only the fresh afternoon, but you were sure you would drift back into sleep if you didnât find a source of caffeine from somewhere, so you popped round to the local coffee shop.
âOne large latte macchiato please, thank youâ you asked the cashier, tapping your card before taking a seat at a small table just across from the counter. Scrolling through your Instagram feed, you saw a familiar face pop up a few times on an account you were even aware you followed; Ben Hardy? You clicked on his page to investigate further, when you realised exactly where you knew the guy from. It was the same guy who you had met at the beach a few years ago, the same guy who had insulted your birthmark. You were over his comment by now, it didnât really affect you anymore but it had admittedly sent you into a bit of a frenzy for a few months after it. You didnât wear shorts, or you wouldnât wear a bikini to the beach, you refused to have sex with any guys. It weirded you out a little though to find him on your feed, was he famous? Posts of friends, photo shoots, a few familiar actors⊠press junkies. Premieres. Movie sets? He was an actor.
He seemed like he was doing pretty well for himself, and you noticed he was staring in a new movie alongside some of your favourite actors. You popped him a follow, liking a few of his recent pictures, and almost instantly you got a DM and follow. Off him.
hey, this is YN right? from the beach like 3 years ago?
You panicked, surprised that he even remembered you or the incident, but then again you remember him. Whatâs the difference? What shocked you even more was that he was being so friendly; did he not remember what he had said to you?
heyyy ben, yeah it is! surprised you remembered me, especially after what happened haha
Trying to play it cool was not something you were very good at; when you were nervous, you were nervous. Friendly may not have been your approach to the man 3 years ago, but you couldnât deny seeing him again kick-started that small crush you had felt on the stranger. Maybe what he said, he hadnât meant.
what happened? i literally donât remember anything except you!Â
in a good way i swear - god, that sounded bad. im sorry - i remember thinking you were pretty good looking!Â
Ironic. So he didn't remember. And he seemed like he was taking a relatively amiable approach to getting to know you; maybe it could be a fresh start. If he didnât remember what had happened, he most likely didnât remember what had caused it. Maybe he had changed. Hopefully he had changed.Â
oh it was nothing! can barely remember it either! but thank you - canât say you werenât either haha
so did you message for a reason orâŠ
not really, just thought iâd check in on you considering we didnât get to speak much when we met. iâm actually back in your town next week, would you maybe want to meet up? grab a coffee and have a chat?
This threw you off. You really, really wanted to. But you knew it probably wasnât a good idea; I mean you had only met him once, and that one time, he insulted you. Not a good first impression, but you couldnât help the urge to say yes. And your fingers were typing it out before you could even stop them;
i know the perfect place - in fact iâm sat there right now! they have the best homemade pretzels, theyâre to die for!
iâll take your word for it! heres my number - *blah blah* - text me with a good time and place?Â
Shit. He had just given you his number. Was this a date? Or just two people who had met before simply meeting again. Or what if you got there and it was all an elaborate prank set up by him and his friends to embarrass you in front of everyone. Either way, you had committed to it, and backing out now would make you seem like a pussy. And maybe it wouldnât go sooo bad. You hoped.
âBabe, Iâm back!â you heard his voice shouting through from the front door. Sat on the couch, you were reading a book you had recently taken out from the local library when you heard the commotion of his bags being dropped on the floor. Your head shot around, a grin plastered across your face at the sound of his husky voice. You watched as his blonde hair bobbed into the room, walking towards you and placing a peck to your forehead.
âMissed youâ you muttered, leaning your head back further so the second kiss landed on your lips instead. Placing your book down on the side table, you turned to where he had just sat down next to you and cuddled into his side, his warmth sending shivers down your spines.Â
You almost considered bunking off on the date you planned with Ben, your nerves and insecurities getting the better of you as it got closer to the day you planned. Even texting him a time and place was hard enough for you, but you saw it as a challenge for yourself; you didnât want to let one small incident ruin your chances with him. So you did text him a time and place. 12, early rise cafe? And you did go on the date. And you did hit it off with him; he was nothing like you remembered. Constantly complimenting you, how gorgeous you looked and how intelligent you were. A kind soul, he described you as at one point. After that, you continued to keep in touch, even when he was away filming he would be sure to put aside at least one hour every night to call you and you would just talk about your day. You caught feelings fast, and what he had said to you years before was long forgotten.
You had now been officially together for 3 months, and you were the happiest you had ever been; he loved you, and you loved him. He reminded you of it every day, with both words and actions - kisses, hugs, occasional squeezes of the bum, saying âI love youâ, you even caught at him staring at you from time to time while you worked. He felt like the luckiest man on earth. Almost, there was just one thing he wanted to do so badly with you that you were yet to agree to; he wanted to make love to you, show you just how much he truly does love you but physically. And you wanted it too, just the sight of the blonde himself was enough to turn you on, but there was one thing holding you back. You thought maybe youâd let his words go, but he hadnât seen you naked since that time on the beach, and you couldnât help but fear the idea of him bringing it up again. What if he left you? What if he thought you were ugly and decided he didnât want sex? What if he just laughed? What if-
âYN, babe, are you listening?â he cleared his throat, his eyes looking down at you worryingly. You didnât even realise he had been speaking, too caught up in your own thoughts of doing it (or not) with Ben. He seemed very stressed as he came in, and it was still showing now, so you felt very guilty. âI was saying how Joe mentioned we should all head round to his some time this week for dinner, like a quadruple date or something. Iâm down if you are but donât feel forced, I know you havenât known them for very longâ
âO-oh, yeah that sounds goodâ you murmured, trying to sound enthusiastic about the suggestion but failing; Ben knew you and his friends didnât get along very well because they were all actors and knew each otherâs, whereas you were just a girl from a small town who had never met any of them. Itâs not that you didnât like them, itâs just that you preferred to keep to yourself and all they would do is ask you questions.
âYou donât seem very enthusiasticâ
âI-I want to Ben, I just get very nervous around new people. I promise, Iâll try and make it, but donât let me hold you back from goingâ you smiled, watching his face light up at the fact youâd step out of your comfort zone. For him. He kissed you straight on the lips, hand shooting to caress the side of your face lightly and placing the other one on your thigh. You tensed a little at the feeling but grew comfortable to it soon after, it felt nice. And it gradually felt nicer and nicer as he moved further up you thigh to meet the buttons of your jeans. Until he began unbuttoning them. And every thought and insecurity you had encountered before came flooding back; heâs going to see your birthmark, and heâs going to remember exactly what he said at the beach, and heâs going to realise he was right, and heâs going to dump you.Â
Of course, he noticed the way you froze in your spot, taking a deep breath in. He pulled back immediately, hand still on your thigh but much less tight now, in a more comforting way. âAre you okay? I-Iâm sorry, I got caught in the moment, I-â
âItâs fine, Ben. I just- I donât think we shouldâ you muttered, refusing to make eye contact with the blonde as you twiddled your fingers out of nerves. He could tell something was wrong, he had never seen you so removed and insecure before. But you had been together for 3 months, and he thought it was a good time to start getting intimate; not that he wouldnât respect your decision, he was just getting a little impatient with being with you and not being able to help the raging boner in his pants nearly every time he saw you.Â
âWhy not?â he questioned, not in a accusatory way but a curious one. He was beginning to get a little insecure himself; did you not want to have sex with him because you didnât find him attractive? Or because you didnât think heâd be any good? He couldnât hear the apprehensive thoughts in your head, but you were struggling to put them to words. He didnât need to hear them, for when you started tearing up a little before him, he knew something was definitely wrong;Â âHey, hey, whatâs wrong? You can talk to me about anythingâ
âI know I can Ben, just not thisâ
âYN, if whatever is going on in your head is hurting you, we talk about it; I donât care if you think itâll be embarrassing, or make me sad or angry. We talk about your problems because thatâs what Iâm here forâÂ
âItâs⊠I, erm, I donât want you to see me nakedâ you practically the lasts word, so quietly that you werenât even sure he had heard them at first. But he had, because his eyes widened in disbelief. He hadnât even considered the fact he hadnât seen you in underwear before because you had seen him in just his boxers so many times that he just found it normal. âI donât want you to leave meâ
âI- YN, why would I leave you? I love you, every single part of you. Naked or not. Please, you need to explain what is going on in your head so I can help youâ he encouraging, smoothing his hand up and down your thigh in a calming manner. You wanted to tell him, explain what was going on in your brain so he could help, but you didnât want to; your insecurities got the best of you. Everything had been going so well in your relationship, and you didnât want something like this to ruin everything you had worked so hard for. You didnât want one measly birthmark to ruin everything. You loved him, and you wanted to make sure he loved you. After you had stayed silent for a minute or two, Ben was beginning to grow impatient;Â âYN, please you need to talk to me. I donât understand how you could feel so insecure over your body when-â
âBecause of you!â you cut in, almost screaming the words if your voice hadnât been so weak. Ben stared at you incredulously, his brain trying to understand what he might say or have said to put you in such a state; he thought you were absolutely perfect, and he told you that nearly every day. Because you are perfect. âBecause of what you said at the beach 3 years ago.â
âYou seriously donât remember?â you scoffed, thinking he must be joking at this point because it was the first time you two had met; he mustâve remembered some of the conversation. You stood in front of him, deciding that it was now or never to show him; you deserved someone better than him if he repeated what he said 3 years ago. Pulling your pants down just enough to reveal the top of your leg, letting Ben finally see the reason you were so reluctant to get naked in front of him. You watched as his mouth open in confusion, and then realisation. âYou called it âpretty unattractiveâ and said how you thought I was hot before you saw it. It hurt Ben, a lot. Having a complete stranger point out and make fun of something that you canât change. I put it aside at the beginning of our relationship because I really liked you and I hoped you changed; but I canât help but be scared that youâll still leave me. Thatâs why I didnât want to get intimate yet, Iâm sorry.âÂ
âNo, no, no, Iâm sorryâ Ben mumbled, unable to comprehend a lot of what you had just said. He remembered what he had said, but he never realised how badly you took the words; he didnât even consider the possibility of hurting you by saying it. He was an ignorant 20-something-year-old who only thought about sex and partying, and so he thought he was just âbanteringâ as he wouldâve called it back then. Watching the way it affected your feelings broke his heart; he had never meant to hurt you, and he never would want hurt you intentionally. âI-I never even considered how that may have made you feel. I donât even remember much about that day; I canât excuse what I said at all. I was probably trying to cover up my own insecurities or the fact that I thought you were really attractive. I canât say sorry enough, but I really am and I want you to know that I think you are the most beautiful person on this planet. And Iâm sorry that I made you feel any less than that, and if you decide you donât want to love me anymore, I understand-â
âBen.â you interrupted, seeing that he was also now on the brink of tears. He thought you wouldnât love him. He thought you wouldnât love him. Not the other way round like you had assumed this situation would go. You let out a small sigh of relief before walking to Ben, who was now sat hunched with his head in his hands. You threw your legs over his to straddle his lap, a common cuddling position for the two of you (one of your personal favourites, but Ben would always get afraid youâd be able to feel his semi every time) âI will always love you, Iâm certain of it. I wouldnât have let myself fall for you if I wasnât willing to forgive you. I was scared that you wouldnât love me, that youâd remember how disgusting I am and youâd leave. Trust me, I think this is the most sexually frustrated Iâve ever been, you are too fucking hot to spend all this time around and not get turned on.â you chuckled lowly, Ben joining in before shooting you a smirk and small wink; classic Ben humour. âI just⊠I let my insecurities get the best of me and that was my fault. I guess I only took it to heart because it was coming from you, usually I can brush those comments off.âÂ
âIâm really sorry, YN, I donât know how I could make it up to you, Iâm so sorry-â
âBen, you seriously need to stop apologisingâ you giggled, cupping the soft skin of his cheek and stroking your thumb gently. He went to say it again, catching himself out and looking almost ashamed about it. âYou said you wanted to make it up to me?â
âI-I would do anything YN, I love you.â he stuttered, almost surprised you were giving him a second chance as he looked up at you with his baby doll eyes.Â
âI can think of one way you could, erm, make it up to me?â you muttered, beginning to become embarrassed with what you were saying. He seemed eager though, nodding his head urgently to urge you to say what was on your mind;Â âshow me how much you love me?â
âI-erm, how? You want gifts? Hugs?â he rushed, but you just giggled at his obliviousness to what you were suggesting.Â
âNo, Ben. I want you to make love to meâ you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck before planting your lips firmly onto his in a moment of passion. He immediately returned the gesture, feeling relief you werenât nearly as angry at him as he thought youâd be.Â
âNow, that I can doâ he mumbled against your lips, raising to his feet and hoisting your body so he could carry you upstairs.Â
He vowed the love you forever, and always prove it in every way he could, including making love to you. And he did just that.Â
