⌖ its back. The rot is back. Ugh. I have so many inappropriate things to say. GN!reader, sexual implications.
“Hey you,” you greeted quietly as you took a seat next to Four on the bed.
He turned to offer you a smile. “Hi.” Four stifles a yawn and slinks his arm around your waist. “Are you tired?”
You shrug and bring his other hand into your lap. Leaning against his shoulder, you turn his hand so that Four’s palm faces the ceiling. Running fingertips up his forearm to stall at his biceps. Delicious. You actually almost growl.
Four’s head rests against yours and he lets his eyes flutter shut to bask in this moment before the chaos. He feels you bring his arm up but he doesn’t open his eyes. Its only when he feels a sudden sharp sensation in his bicep does Tobias open his eyes.
You couldn’t help it. He looks like a meal all the time, and you barely had any time to dig in. Was it really so bad for someone to want to appreciate their boyfriend? And damn was he worthy of appreciation- with his small gasp and the bulge of his veins and the way his hand laced in your automatically, you were practically drooling on your poor boyfriend.
“Y/n…” Four drawls, catching your gaze as he nudges your back to the bed. He knots your hands in his left hand while his right hand rests against your stomach. Your sly smile and dark hooded eyes urge Four to slot his knew between your thighs.
“Don’t make me beg,” you rasp, seeing the amusement blazing in Four’s eyes.
Four tilts his head in a way to suggest he’s comsidering making you beg. “You did assult me…” he says aloud.
Laughter bubbles out of your throat before you can stop it. “I was just appreciative of your… figure.”
The hesitance of your last word makes Four chuckle a little. His eyes squint because his cheeks are just so cute and his smile is just so precious and oh my gosh his Adam’s Apple looks like a delicacy from this angle. Ugh. So perfect.
a/n: hiiiii! here’s some more cute boyfriend ben fluff for @benhardyfantexas! I hope you’re feeling better! You’re prob not even sick anymore this took so long. I’m so sorry!
what it is: boyfriend!ben comforts you and takes care of you when you’re sick
what you get: fluff
word count: 1.2k
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“You’ve got a fever,” Ben tossed the thermometer onto your bedside table as you groaned. You were sweating, but had goosebumps all over your body and your nose was so stuffed up that you had officially become a mouth breather.
Of course you were sick on the one weekend in weeks that Ben had nothing to do: no traveling, no press appearances, no parties. The plan was that the two of you would spend the entire weekend in bed--and it looked like you were, just not the way that you had intended.
He wiped his hand over your slick forehead, “I think you should have a shower while I finish getting dinner ready. Maybe it’ll make you feel better.”
You thought that he was right, even though you really didn’t want to move from your cocoon of blankets, but you were sweaty and felt pretty gross. He pulled the blankets off you and you coughed as you stood up from the bed. He walked to the bathroom with you and turned the water on as you undressed. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before picking your clothes up off the floor and closing the bathroom door after he exited.
You stepped under the warm water and sighed in relief when the steam started allowing you to breathe through your nose again. You took your time--really took your time--knowing that a few minutes after you stepped out, your nose would be clogged again and your forehead sweaty.
You could hear Ben’s music playing over the sound of your shower and smiled, happy to hear it again despite how loud it was. He always blasted music when he was cooking or cleaning, dancing around your apartment like an idiot--but it was cute, and always made you smile.
Once the water started to run cold, you turned the faucet off and stepped out, wrapping a towel around yourself. When you reentered your room, you noticed that Ben had left you a new change of clothes on your bed; your favorite t-shirt of his, your favorite sweatpants, and the granny panties you only ever wore on your period because they were so comfortable but so ugly.
You got dressed and ran a comb through your hair as you tried not to get frustrated with your body as the chills returned and coughing started up again. You hated being sick, so much so, that you often pretended you weren’t when you were and just fought through it, forcing it to go away by sheer force of will. This time though, your will didn’t work and you had a fucking fever--which was currently knocking you on your ass.
You grabbed one of the extra blankets from your bed and wrapped it around your shoulders before moving to join Ben in your kitchen.
When he noticed you, he turned the music down until it was only a soft murmur and walked over to you. He wrapped you into a hug and spoke into your hair, “Did the shower help at all?”
You nodded, but he saw through you, “I know you’re lying, but at least you smell better.” You tried to push him off of you in feign offense but he only held onto you tighter. Once he let you go, he reached over to the counter and grabbed the pill bottle that was sitting there, “Here, take some.” It was fever medicine and you accepted it gratefully, along with the glass of water he had poured you.
When you were done, you thanked him quietly and leaned on the counter, not wanting to be away from him.
“Go sit on the couch, love. I just need a few more minutes,” he turned back to the pot of soup he had on the stove.
“Come with me,” your voice was slightly whiny and you knew that you were growing needy, but you didn’t really care.
He kept stirring as he reached his free hand out to you. You grabbed his hand and he pulled you over to him. He wrapped his arm around your waist as you leaned your head on his shoulder. You could feel yourself really leaning into him, feeling too tired and achy to hold yourself up on your own, but you loved the feeling of his arm around you too much to move.
“Baby, please go lay on the couch. I promise I only need a few minutes and then I’ll bring it over, okay?” He gave the top of your head a kiss.
You sighed but nodded, “I’m giving you five minutes,” you mumbled, “then I’m rioting.”
He chuckled, “Okay, babe.”
You plopped down on your couch and turned the tv on; you opened up Hulu and hovered over The Great, a new show that Gwilym was on and that you and Ben were watching together. Knowing that he would kill you if he caught you starting a new episode without him, you dropped the remote and picked up your phone, scrolling through Instagram, but not being able to focus on anything you were seeing. You shivered as a new wave of chills rushed over you and pulled the blanket tighter around you, wondering if his five minutes were up yet. Just as you were about to call his name, you heard his feet padding on the carpet.
He put two full bowls of soup on the coffee table and was about to sit down when he stopped, “Fuck, we need drinks.”
You grabbed onto his t-shirt and pulled, “No,’ you whined, “stay.”
“We need drinks,” he laughed lovingly at your neediness.
“We don’t. Just drink the soup.”
“Fine,” he sat down so that his side was pressed against yours. He handed you your bowl and then took his. “You’re lucky you didn’t start this without me,” he warned when he saw what you had queued up on the screen.
You smiled as you clicked play and settled into Ben’s side.
The soup had definitely made you feel better, you thought, as you drained the last of the broth from your bowl. You leaned forward to put your empty bowl on the table next to Ben’s and then shifted to lay down with your head in his lap. Once you were settled, he put his hand in your hair and started running his fingers through it, letting his fingertips lightly brush over your forehead as he did so.
“How are you feeling, love?” He looked down at you as his hand continued moving through your hair.
“Better,” your eyes met his and you smiled, “thank you for dinner, and for taking care of me.”
“S’alright.”
“I would ask for a kiss, but I don’t want to get you sick.”
“C’mere.”
You pushed yourself to sit up and turned to him. He placed your chin between his fingers and placed a soft kiss to your lips. “I love you,” he whispered before kissing you again.
“I love you too,” you kissed him a third time, soft and quick, before settling your head back down in his lap.
As his hand moved back into your hair, you felt your body relax and your eyes start to flutter. You were warm, tucked into the fluffy blanket, and you felt comforted with Ben’s hand in your hair.
You closed your eyes and only heard half of Ben’s comment about Gwilym’s awful wig when you fell asleep.
A/N: Hi there! So this is my first Ben Hardy imagine/blurb. I would like to state my credentials here and say that this is not my first imagine or blurb and that I am a writing major so hopefully you don’t think this sucks. I also have a Harry Styles and a Ben Hardy FanFics up on Wattpad. Hopefully you enjoy this!
What it is: You and Ben are in a relationship, but since quarantine started you’d been working a lot--like, a lot a lot, neglecting your relationship with Ben. Ben’s been hiding his hurt and trying to be a good boyfriend, but when he tries to spend time with you and you deny him, he shuts down. Obviously, you make up but I’m not giving anything else away.
What you get: an absolute fuck ton of angst, boyfriend!Ben and some light smut
Word count: 3.4k
If you’re interested, read my Ben Hardy FanFic HERE.
You were tired--both mentally and emotionally. Working from home during quarantine was rough, with there now seeming to be no real end to your work day; you were already pretty used to it, being an assistant editor at a publishing house, having to often take home manuscripts and notes to continue working outside the office. But now, it really felt like it never ended because there was no separation. You used to enjoy the days you worked from home or the nights you had to bring work home to finish because it meant curling up on your couch or in bed with (what you hoped would be) a great novel, marking it up and taking notes the way you used to in school. Now, emails were coming in at almost every hour of every day, demanding responses and the cancellation of internships for the spring meant that you were having to take on those duties as well, which was stressing you, and everyone you worked with, out.
You were sitting in front of your computer, nine hours into your workday, when Ben came into his office, which you had taken over since moving in once quarantine started.
“Baby, you need to take a break.” He stood behind you and rested his hands on your shoulders, giving them a squeeze.
You sighed heavily, “I can’t.” You leaned forward and rested your elbows on the large oak desk and dropped your head into your hands. “I still have to finish that one manuscript, and get it sent out to my boss and then I have to do some research on ancient-fucking-Russia, and then I have to field these stupid e-mails from a new author who is freaking out about his publishing date being pushed and…” You trailed off when you felt the familiar feeling of tears springing to your eyes.
When Ben heard you sniffle he leaned over and wrapped his arms around you from behind, causing you to drop your hands from your face and grab onto him. “Come on, angel. Let’s take a break. I’ll order some take away and we’ll just relax for a bit. Come on, you haven’t stopped all day.” He held you tighter.
Your immediate reaction was to say no, that you had too much to get done today if you wanted to stay on track, but you were aware of not only how fucking exhausted and stressed you were, but of how much you had been negelecting Ben the fast few days. Despite you being in the same apartment all day every day, you didn’t see him much except for a few moments during breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and at night when you climbed into the same bed. You had also been neglecting him sexually for almost a whole two weeks, being too tired by time you were in bed, or too stressed out to even be in the mood. Ben was too nice to mention it and every time you shrugged him off or told him you weren’t feeling it, he never pushed you, simply gave you a kiss and went back to cuddling you or leaving you alone to work. You knew he had gone back to getting himself off, which made you feel bad because you felt that there was no reason for him to. He shouldn’t have to rely on himself for release when he was living with his girlfriend, but you couldn’t let yourself just relax and forget about your long list of responsibilities long enough to help him out.
“Yeah, okay.” You said and you felt him smile against your cheek before giving it a small kiss.
He felt a swell of excitement rise up in him when you agreed. At first, quarantine looked like it would be great--he would have you at his place all the time, making up for the times you were unable to see each other because of work and his travelling, but it quickly went south for you when your workload became insane. He hated seeing you so stressed and tired and wasn’t really sure what he could do to help other than leave you alone for most of the day or give you affection when you seemed to need it. Despite how much he loved you, he needed to admit that he was also starting to suffer because of your work as well. He missed his girlfriend, the one who spent hours with him in bed on Sundays, who had dance parties in the kitchen with a glass of wine at least three nights a week, the one who showered him in kisses constantly, the one who would make him up at 3am by dipping a hand into his boxers, and the one who was so much happier than she was now.
He was aware of how badly all of this was affecting you and decided to take this opportunity to cheer you up. He moved back from the desk to let you stand up before wrapping his arms back around you and placing a few kisses to your neck. You smiled and started towards the door and he waddled behind you, refusing to let go.
“How about you take a break for the rest of the night?” He whispered next to your ear.
“I don’t know, Ben. I told you I still have a lot to do…” You trailed off as he turned you around once you made it into the kitchen.
“But it’s Friday!”
“I know, I know, but…” You shook your head.
“Baby, I miss you.” You felt your heart plummet upon hearing those words. Your own fucking boyfriend missed you and you lived under the same roof and slept in the same bed.
“I’m sorry…” You shook your head again, afraid to say anything further because you knew it would disappoint him.
He shook his head as the hopeful smile fell from his face, “Order whatever you want. I’m gonna go take a shower.”
You watched him walk away and disappear down the hall as you grew angrier and angrier with yourself. He was right to be mad at you and you were surprised that he hasn’t snapped yet. If things kept going the way that they were, you weren’t sure your relationship would make it out of quarantine alive and it would be your fault for killing it.
You sighed before turning back towards the office and pulling up your boss’s number on your phone.
******
You smiled in relief as you hung up from the call and marked the next few days in your planner.
You had explained to your boss that recently, with all of the extra work, you’ve been having a rough time. You also reminded her that you had vacation days from last year you never took. She was more than happy to approve a few days off and delegate your work while you took a few days to take care of yourself. She was so kind about it and talking to her was so easy that you were slightly annoyed with yourself for not asking to take a few days sooner.
Once you closed all the tabs on your laptop and tossed all your work stuff into one of your tote bags, you ordered take out from Ben’s favorite place in a first attempt at making your neglect up to him.
When he walked back into the kitchen after taking his shower, you walked over and wrapped your arms around his neck. He placed his hands on your sides, but didn’t really return the kiss you attempted to give. You could tell he was seriously upset with both you and the situation.
“I’m sorry,” you started, “but I--”
He patted your side, “I don’t want to talk about this now. Maybe tonight?” He placed a noncommittal kiss to your forehead before stepping out of your arms and towards the island.
You felt deflated. You wanted to try again to apologize and tell him that you took the next few days off, but he didn’t seem to want to talk so you decided to give him his space and then bring it up again after dinner, hoping that by then he would be ready to hear an apology--which you seriously owed.
Ben knew you were sorry. You had apologized almost daily for how much you had been working and he accepted each one, trying not to be upset or hold it against you, but he was tired of hearing apologies that seemed relatively empty. You would apologize and then promise to spend time with him later, to cuddle with him later, watch a movie later, shower with him later...but later never really came. He was tired and wanted you to pay attention to him again, to stop treating him like an afterthought and to stop overworking yourself.
About thirty minutes later, you got a call from the delivery driver letting you know that he had arrived. “I’m gonna go grab the food, okay?” You stood from your spot on the couch and saw Ben nod from his same spot at the island.
As you walked towards the door, you rubbed your hand momentarily against his back and he gave you a small smile in return.
When you walked back in with the bags, Ben didn’t seem to have the reaction that you hoped for. He smiled and said thank you but didn’t offer his usual dramatics like he usually did when you surprised him with something he loved. He appreciated the surprise but didn’t have the energy to pretend he wasn’t bothered. He was slightly tired of pretending what was going on between the two of you lately wasn’t bothering him.
You unpacked the food while Ben grabbed the plates and utensils, setting them up on the island, which was where the two of you usually ate when it wasn’t a special occasion. You grabbed the wine and the glasses as he settled into his seat. For the first few minutes, you two ate in silence and you noticed there was more distance between the two of you than there usually was. Usually, you sat so close that your arms brushed against one another as you ate and close enough that he could lean over and kiss your cheek, but now he was about a foot away and you hated it.
“Ben, can I please say something?” You put down your fork and looked at him.
“(Y/N), I told you I didn’t want to talk about this now.” He sighed in frustration.
“I know but...I want to apologize, really apologize.” You swiveled on the stool so that you were facing him fully. “I know you’re mad at me and you have every right to be. I know I’ve been a really shitty girlfriend lately--Trust me, I know--but--”
“You have to work. I know,” he cut you off. “You think I don’t know that. I know you have a job and you have to work, but you’re working all the time. Most nights you don’t stop working until ten, when you started at nine in the morning. I never minded it when you would read those things in bed with me or answered emails while we sat on the couch and I played Fifa or something with the guys, but you lock yourself in the office and it...it feels like you’re not even here! Every time you apologize, you make these promises about making more time or talking to your boss or making it up to be but you never do! It feels like, lately, you don’t really give a shit! I know you’ve been having a rough time and that you’ve been stressed out and I’ve tried to give you your space and be a good boyfriend, but...I’m tired of this.” He dropped his fork onto his plate and ran his hands over his face.
“Ben...I’m sorry…I--”
“I know but that doesn’t make it any better.” He cut you off again and pushed his plate away before getting up off the stool and walking towards his bedroom. You felt yourself start crying when he slammed the door.
******
It had been two hours since the fight. Ben hadn’t left his room and you had downed one and a half bottles of wine as you sat in the same spot, hoping that he would venture out at some point but he never did.
You sighed as you rubbed your bloodshot eyes and grabbed both your glass and the bottle as you made your way towards the bathroom. The huge tub was one of your favorite things about Ben’s place. It was big enough for both your knees and boobs to be covered, but more importantly, it was big enough for the two of you.
You placed the wine on the floor next to it and turned on the water, playing with the knob until you got the water temperature just right. As it filled up, you searched through the basket of bath bombs you forced Ben to keep in his bathroom for when you came over and pulled out one that was meant for de-stressing. You poured in possibly too much bubble bath before getting undressed and sinking into the hot water. You placed your phone next to you, the new Harry Styles album playing softly from its small speakers and grabbed your wine, taking a long sip.
You thought about how unfair you had been to him, but also about how unfair he had been. You knew you had been working too much, knew you needed to learn when to admit to your boss that no, you didn’t have time to take on more research or another manuscript. You knew you had been neglecting your relationship and that it had been hurting Ben. You had to admit to yourself that you had kind of been choosing to ignore how you were hurting him and how you had justified it by citing your work responsibilities.
You brought your hand up to your forehead and gave it a small rub, sighing and trying not to cry again.
You don’t know how long you sat there, sipping your wine slowly and trying not to think about how much of an asshole you had been before you heard a soft knock.
You looked up and saw Ben leaning against the door frame (you had left it open in hopes that he would come out of his room to talk).
“Hey.” His voice was soft.
“Hey.” You pushed yourself up into a straighter sitting position and placed your glass back on the floor.
“Look...I’m sorry.” He scratched his eyebrow with his thumb, refusing to look at you.
“What? You shouldn’t--” you stopped talking when he held a hand up.
“I’m sorry for raising my voice earlier and for making you feel bad about working. I know you have to, it just...sucks...a lot.”
“Ben, seriously, please don’t apologize. I’ve been awful, like, seriously awful. I’m sorry for working so much and for making you feel like I don’t give a shit because I do. I love you and care about you and want to make you happy and I know that lately I haven’t been and you’ve been so nice to me when I’ve been so...so...distant and unavailable and I’m so mad at myself and...fuck, I’m sorry.” You rubbed your eyes.
He pushed himself off the door frame and stepped into the bathroom, shoving his hands into his pockets. He shrugged, “I just want my girlfriend back. You haven’t been yourself at all since you’ve started working so much, so late and I miss you.”
“I know. I promise to be better and to make it up to you--seriously, this time.”
“I’m going to need that in writing.”
“Fine,” you said, mistakenly taking his joke seriously.
A smile played at his lips, “I was kidding.”
“I’m not! I’m seriously going to start spending more time with you and making you my first priority again. Fuck work. I miss you too.”
He took another step forward, “I know how you can start…”He trailed off as he raised his eyebrows, before nodding to you in the tub, “Can I?”
You nodded excitedly and smiled. You watched as he undressed slowly and gave a lustful sigh when he pulled his joggers down, revealing that he was already hard. He didn’t acknowledge the fact that you were staring down his naked body, or more specifically his dick, and simply walked over and stepped into the bathtub, settling himself behind you.
When he was in, you leaned your back against him and he wrapped his arms around you. “You know I love you, right?” You asked as you placed one of your hands on his knee and started brushing your fingers over his skin.
“I know, angel. I love you too.” He planted a kiss on your head and started humming along to the song from Fine Line that was playing.
You sighed in contentment, happy that you two were no longer fighting, when you remembered some important information. “Oh!” Your outburst startled him and he lifted his chin from the top of your head.
“Are you alright?”
“I forgot to tell you something.”
“Oh, god. Please don’t let it be bad news.” He bent down and buried his head in your neck.
“It’s not.” You let out a soft giggle as his nose tickled your neck. “Actually, I think you’re going to love this news.”
He started placing soft kisses on your neck, “You don’t have to work anymore?”
“Not until next Thursday.” You smiled when you felt his lips stop moving against your neck.
“Wait, seriously?”
“Mhmm...which means for the next week I have nothing to do but spend time with you. We can watch movies and make dinner and lay in bed and--”
“Fuck.” Ben cut you off.
“Oh, we’ll be doing a lot of that.” You leaned your head up so you could give him a kiss. When you went to pull away, his hand cupped your jaw, keeping your head in place as he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You let out a soft moan as you felt his length press harder against your back.
His other hand moved up from your waist to your chest and he gave your breast a squeeze, before placing two fingers on your nipple, pinching and tugging at it.
You sighed in pleasure and lifted your hand to his, forcing him to put more pressure on your nipple. You kissed him harder, making sure to bite his lip softly, pulling a low moan from his lips.
He moved his hand from your nipple back down and pushed your thighs apart, reaching his hand in between your legs. When his fingertips made contact with your clit, you let out a loud moan, causing him to smile against your lips.
“You’re a bit sensitive, huh?”
You nodded, “I haven’t…” You trailed off as he applied more pressure, the pleasure that was slowly building up in the pit of your stomach not allowing you to speak. You hoped he would understand you were trying to tell him that you hadn’t had an orgasm since the last time the two of you had sex.
“I think it’s time we get rid of that stress, yeah?” He whispered in your ear as he began moving his fingers around your mound faster, stopping every so often to give it a soft pinch. Your head was back to leaning against his chest with your eyes closed as he left open mouthed kisses on your neck.
“Fuck, baby…” You moaned as he continued and your back began to arch against him. “I’m gonna cum…”
“Already?”
You ignored his small laugh and squeezed your eyes shut and gripped onto the edge of the tub as you felt your climax coming. When it hit, you saw white, and let out a string of curses.
“Cum, baby.” He whispered as he kept his fingers moving as you rode your orgasm out, gasping and trying to desperately grab at something to ground you.
He placed kisses all over your neck and you came down and pushed his hand away from your core when it was over due to how sensitive you were. “Did that feel good?” He kissed your temple as you tried to catch your breath and you nodded.
“Your turn now.” You said before climbing out of the bathtub abruptly.
“Why are you getting out?”
“Can’t suck your dick in the bathtub, now can I?” You asked over your shoulder as you walked out of the bathroom, not even bothering to grab a towel.
Ben smiled wide as he clumsily climbed out of the tub, running after you.
