barnes kisses

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[mrsbarnes999]

first time - ben barnes x reader

summary: you and ben have been dating for six months. but you’ve still never had sex.

wc: 2k

It had been six months since you and Ben started dating.

The best six months of your lives.

The two of you fit together in a way that felt almost effortless, filling the spaces in each other that neither of you had realised were empty. You challenged one another, understood one another, and somehow made each other even better.

You were both fiercely passionate about the things you loved - stubborn to a fault, thoughtful, endlessly curious, a little possessive, and undeniably talented. And, if everyone else was to be believed, you looked ridiculously good together too.

In those six months, you'd shared your first kiss, your first whispered I love you, and countless quiet moments that somehow meant even more than grand gestures.

Because you truly did love him.

In fact, you'd never been this deeply in love with anyone before.

Ben was older, gentle without ever being patronising, endlessly patient, and devastatingly handsome. Every time he smiled at you, it felt like the world softened around the edges.

Your Ben.

But despite everything you'd shared, there was still one line neither of you had crossed.

You'd spent plenty of evenings tangled together on the sofa, making out for hours, dry humping, feeling eachother through clothes, your hips moving in new ways you’ve never felt before, almost coming from it. But never went further.

And god, you wanted to. So badly. You wanted to see him naked. Wanted to have his cock buried inside you. But those were just thoughts. Because you didn’t know how to bring it up, or even if it was okay to bring it up?

Neither of you had ever said it aloud.

God, you wanted him. More than you cared to admit.

But those thoughts stayed locked safely inside your head.

You didn't know how to bring it up. Or whether it was too soon.

What you didn't know was that Ben wanted exactly the same thing. Every time he kissed you, every time you curled up against him, every time you looked at him with those impossibly bright eyes, the thought crossed his mind.

But he never let himself act on it.

The gentleman he was, he refused to rush you. The last thing he wanted was for you to feel pressured or uncomfortable.

If it happened, he wanted it to be because you were both completely ready.

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It was almost midnight.

You and Ben sat outside in his garden beneath a sky scattered with stars, your favourite place to spend an evening together.

The March air carried a sharp chill, making you instinctively lean further into his warmth.

He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you against his chest before pressing a lingering kiss to the top of your head.

"I love you, beautiful," he murmured into your hair. "So much."

A smile tugged at your lips.

You answered with a soft kiss against his mouth, lingering there for just a second longer than usual.

As you pulled away, your eyes drifted towards the jacuzzi tucked away at the back of the garden. Steam curled gently into the cool night air.

An idea sparked.

"Ben?"

"Hm?"

"Can we go in the jacuzzi?"

He followed your gaze before looking back at your face, your eyes practically sparkling with excitement.

A crooked grin spread across his own.

"Now?"

You nodded eagerly.

God, you looked beautiful beneath the moonlight.

"Well," he laughed quietly, "if that's what my girl wants."

He climbed to his feet and wandered over, lifting the heavy cover before switching on the bubbles. A soft hum filled the garden as the water began to swirl, steam rising into the crisp night.

Then, without much thought, he started peeling off his layers.

"Bloody hell," he laughed, shivering dramatically. "It's freezing."

His jumper landed on the terrace, followed by his jeans, leaving him standing in nothing but a pair of black boxers.

You couldn't help yourself. Your eyes lingered.

Broad shoulders. Strong back. The definition of the muscles beneath his skin.

Heat bloomed low in your stomach despite the cold surrounding you.

Get a grip, you scolded yourself.

When you finally tore your gaze away, Ben was already sitting comfortably in the warm water, resting one arm along the edge as he smiled up at you.

"You coming?"

Oh, I absolutely will... if you keep looking at me like that.

You blinked.

"I..." You laughed sheepishly. "I just realised I don't have a swimsuit."

He shrugged, the corner of his mouth lifting.

"Neither do I."

You raised an eyebrow.

"You can always come in with whatever you've got underneath."

Cheeky.

Your smile betrayed exactly how amused you were.

Slowly, you unzipped your jacket and laid it neatly on the terrace. Then your jumper. Then your jeans.

You were left standing in a simple black lace-trimmed bra and matching panties that hugged your figure beautifully.

Ben's eyes flickered over you before he immediately tried to look away.

He really did.

He failed spectacularly.

Don't stare. Don't blush. For the love of God, don't get a boner.

You stepped carefully into the water, the heat wrapping around you instantly.

The moment you settled beside him, a contented sigh escaped your lips.

"Oh..."

Your shoulders melted as every muscle relaxed.

"This is perfect."

Your delighted laugh made Ben chuckle, and without thinking, he leaned over to press a gentle kiss against your cheek.

"I had a feeling you'd say that."

The warm water lapped gently around the two of you, the bubbles humming beneath the surface while the chilly March air nipped at your shoulders whenever you leaned out of the water.

For a while, neither of you spoke. You simply sat together, gazing up at the stars.

Your hand drifted beneath the water until your fingers found his.

Ben intertwined them instinctively, his thumb brushing slow circles over the back of your hand.

"Happy?" he asked quietly.

You looked at him, your eyes reflecting the lights around the garden. "So happy."

His expression softened.

"There she is."

"What?"

"My girl."

Your cheeks warmed more than the water ever could.

"You make me sound like I'm something precious."

"You are."

His answer came without hesitation.

"So unbelievably precious."

You looked away with a bashful smile, trying-and failing to hide how much those words affected you.

"You're making me blush."

"I know."

"You enjoy it far too much."

"I really do."

You laughed, giving his shoulder a playful shove.

He caught your wrist before you could pull away, his smile never fading.

For a heartbeat, neither of you moved.

The teasing melted into something quieter.

Something heavier.

His gaze dropped to your lips before slowly finding your eyes again, silently asking a question he would never force you to answer.

You closed the distance first.

Your lips met softly, almost shyly.

One kiss.

Then another.

Neither of you seemed in any rush to let the moment end.

The world around you blurred into little more than warm water, cool night air, and the steady rhythm of each other's breathing.

When you finally pulled back, your foreheads rested together.

"I love you," you whispered.

“I know."

He smiled.

"And I love you more than I can put into words."

Your hand found the side of his face, your fingertips tracing the sharp line of his jaw as you shifted onto his lap, your thighs settling comfortably on either side of his hips.

The kiss deepened naturally, slow and hungry, your tongues meeting as though neither of you could get close enough. A low groan rumbled in Ben's chest and disappeared into your mouth, sounding almost restrained, as if he was desperately trying to keep himself under control.

"You know..." you murmured with a teasing grin as you finally pulled back. A thin strand of saliva stretched between your lips before snapping. "It's getting a bit colder out here."

Ben let out a quiet chuckle, his forehead resting against yours.

"Funny," he murmured, a crooked smile tugging at his lips. "I was just thinking the same thing."

As you leaned in to kiss him again, harder this time, Ben's hands slid beneath your thighs. Without breaking the kiss, he rose to his feet, lifting you effortlessly into his arms.

Your lips never truly parted.

He carried you inside, nudging the door shut with his foot as your kisses grew more desperate. Ben caught your lower lip gently between his teeth, drawing a soft gasp from you before soothing it with another lingering kiss.

By the time you reached the bedroom, neither of you could remember the walk there.

He lowered you onto the bed, then immediately climbed over you, bracing himself on either side of your body. His mouth found yours again, hungry yet careful, while your hands slipped around his neck, pulling him impossibly close.

Then he felt it.

The subtle roll of your hips against his, instinctively seeking more.

A quiet hiss escaped him as he stilled, resting his forehead against yours while he searched your eyes.

"Are you sure?"

You nodded eagerly, a soft whimper escaping your lips.

"Yes. Please, Ben..." you whispered. "I want you. So much..."

Your hands slid into his damp hair, your nails lightly scratching at his scalp.

He let out a shaky breath, giving a small, almost disbelieving nod before reaching down to peel off his soaked boxers, the wet fabric clinging stubbornly to his skin.

Your breath caught.

For a moment, you simply stared.

God.

Your heart skipped.

He was... bigger than you'd imagined.

A flicker of nervous excitement crossed your face before your eyes met his again.

Ben closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in another kiss before trailing his mouth along your jaw and down your neck. He lingered there, his lips sucking at your skin, drawing soft sighs and quiet whimpers from you.

Your hands drifted lower, hesitating only for a second before gently wrapping around him.

The reaction was immediate.

Ben's breath hitched, his body tensing beneath your touch as he let out a strained groan.

"Baby..." he breathed, his voice rough. "Fuck..."

You looked up at him through your lashes before leaning in to kiss him again, your lips swallowing the shaky sounds that escaped him.

When you finally pulled back, your foreheads rested together, your breathing just as uneven as his.

"Ben..." you whispered. "I need you. Please."

He nodded, kissing your forehead before grabbing at the waistband of your panties, pulling them down, off you.

Right after, as you were bare underneath him, he pushed himself inside slowly, making both gasp at the new sensation.

You shut your eyes, hands going to grab at his shoulders, gently squeezing as he entered her deeper.

He nodded, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead before his hands settled firmly on your hips. Holding your gaze for one last moment, he slowly eased himself inside you.

The unfamiliar sensation drew a gasp from both of you.

Your eyes fluttered shut as your hands instinctively found his shoulders, fingers tightening gently against them while he inched deeper, giving you time to adjust.

Ben let out a strained curse beneath his breath, his forehead falling briefly against yours.

"God..."

Once he was sure you were alright, he began to move, his hips rocking into yours in slow, measured strokes that coaxed soft moans from your lips.

"You feel so... good, Angel," he breathed, his voice rough with restraint. "So tight... fuck..."

The sound of his voice sent a shiver through you.

Your hips lifted instinctively to meet his, silently asking for more.

"Ben..." you whimpered, your fingers curling against his shoulders. "Faster... please."

He searched your face for a heartbeat before giving a small nod, quickening his rhythm while never letting his eyes leave yours.

The room filled with sounds of skin slapping together, quiet moans, and the headboard of the bed hitting the wall repeatedly.

Every soft sound that escaped your lips made his self-control fray a little more.

To Ben, your voice was intoxicating. He could have listened to it forever.

Desperate to make you feel just as good as you made him feel, one of his hands slipped lower, his thumb massaging your clit as he drove into you.

Your back arched beautifully beneath him, your fingers clutching at his shoulders as your soft moans grew increasingly breathless.

“Ben…!” you cried, your voice trembling. “Fuck… I’m gonna…”

His free hand threaded gently through your hair, tugging at it as he sucked another hickey onto the skin of her neck.

“Come with me, baby…” he murmured against your skin. “Come on…”

A few moments later, you came undone with a breathless cry of his name, your body trembling as you clung tightly to him.

The feeling sent Ben over the edge too, and he buried his face against your shoulder with a low, broken groan as he reached his own release, holding you close while the two of you slowly came back down together.

For a long moment, neither of you moved.

All that could be heard was your uneven breathing gradually settling into a comfortable rhythm.

Eventually, he drew back, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before easing himself away. You let out a quiet whimper at the sudden absence before he immediately wrapped his arms around you again, guiding you against his chest beneath the duvet.

He brushed a strand of hair away from your face before kissing you softly.

“I love you, darling,” he whispered, his voice full of warmth. “So much.”

A sleepy giggle escaped you. You answered with another kiss.

“And I love you more.”

He smiled against your lips.

“I don’t think that’s possible.”

“It absolutely is.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm.”

“You planning on proving it?”

You grinned, stealing another quick kiss.

“I’ve got the rest of my life.”

[mrsbarnes999]

ben barnes imagine

note: you can aaabsolutely request imagines for me to write! i don’t have much to say for this one. just ben coming late for work and both being needy. ben my beloved 🫀

warnings : smut implied. NO use of y/n.

Your husband was finally home.

"Baby, I'm home!"

Ben called out, already knowing you never slept when he came back later than usual. You padded out of the bedroom wearing one of his oversized shirts over a pair of lacy panties.

You smiled sleepily as you wrapped your arms around the taller man while he was slipping off his shoes by the door.

"Hi, love. Missed you..."

You murmured, kissing his lips slowly before trailing soft kisses along his neck. Even after a long day, his musky, rich cologne still lingered on his skin.

Ben chuckled, pulling you closer as he tilted his head to kiss you again before effortlessly lifting you into his arms so you wouldn't have to stand on your tiptoes.

"Missed you too, my beautiful. I'm so damn tired..."

You leaned back just enough to look into his dark brown eyes, smiling as your hand came up to cup his cheek, your thumb stroking gently across his skin.

"Poor baby. I'm so proud of you. My talented man..."

You whispered.

His smile softened immediately. God, he loved coming home to you. His wife.

"Never too tired for sex, though."

He said it with mock innocence, making you burst into laughter. You gave his shoulder a playful shove and turned to walk away, but Ben laughed too, catching you by the waist and pulling you straight back against his chest.

"And where exactly do you think you're going, hmm?"

His voice dropped as he leaned down, pressing slow kisses along your neck before gently sucking at your skin. A soft gasp escaped your lips, your head tilting instinctively to give him better access.

"Missed you so much," he murmured against your neck. "Needed you the whole damn day. Being on set was fucking torture."

Heat pooled low in your stomach as you reached back, threading your fingers through his already-messy hair.

"Needed you too..." you breathed. "Needed your cock so much."

A low grunt vibrated against your skin as he left another mark before sweeping you effortlessly into his arms and carrying you towards the bedroom.

"Needed me, huh?" Ben muttered, laying you gently on the bed. "Tell me, baby. What exactly did you need?"

He barely had the patience to undo the buttons on his shirt, a few popping loose as he tugged it off in one impatient motion. The movement made the muscles in his chest and arms flex, and he caught the way your eyes lingered on him.

God, you looked incredible lying there waiting for him.

"I need your cock inside me, Ben... fuck..."

Your breath hitched as the words left your lips, and the effect on him was immediate. He stripped off the rest of his clothes without another thought.

You bit your lower lip as your gaze travelled over him.

"God... just come here."

You giggled softly, reaching up to grab his shoulders and pull him down as he climbed over you.

"I'm gonna fuck you all night," Ben growled, his forehead resting briefly against yours. "So I hope you got plenty of rest today."

Judging by the look in his eyes, it wasn't a threat.

It was a promise.