Love by Design (Ben Hardy x Reader SMUT)
A/n: FASHION BEN FASHION BEN FASHION BEN! Thank you so much to @itsabenthing for being SO EFFING PATIENT with me because this request has been in my inbox since October. But anyway, it’s over 11 THOUSAND WORDS. So hopefully it’s worth it. Love you, boo.
Warnings: SMUUUUUUUUUT. Yeah.
I am so happy that you are taking requests. So the idea was that the Reader is a British fashion illustrator and she and Ben have been dating for 5 years. The fans loooove her so much that Ben sometimes jokes around and say that the fans love her more than him. During the fashion week in Paris, the Reader and Ben both had to be there for work cause she had to illustrate all the celebs for The British Vogue and Ben obviously had to be there for Dunhill or YSL.. they couldn’t spend a lot of time together so they decided to stay two days longer to have a romantic trip and blah blah and ran into some fans whilst they where walking in Paris and the fans freaked when they saw the reader in real life and was talking to her and she asked if she can take a photo for them with Ben and Ben might be flirty joking around with her while the fans are there and I don’t know something fluffy and cheeky (the fans says that they have relationship goals😂)Fluffy stuff and maybe back at the hotel Ben asked Her what goes through her mind when she illustrates (like he always wondered)and then maybe she draws him in the hotel room (and it can turn into something smutty)🙋🏼♀️😏 I don’t know. Haha I hope that makes sense. I am just in such a Ben being a fashionista mood and I love your super fluff mixed with some smutty moments.. and ughh you are just such a great writer..
You had your iPad on your lap, sketching out an assignment with your Apple Pencil for Versace - Donatella needed it within the hour, even though it was close to 6 AM where you were in Paris. Your boyfriend Ben was cuddled up on the bed next to you, his eyes scrunching slightly against the soft blue light of your device. He let out a little groan, “Sorry for all the light, love, I’m almost done.” You cooed, dropping your hand to run your fingers through his soft, golden curls. “It’s not that, I want you to cuddle.” He grumbled, his voice whiny with sleep, making you giggle. Ben could be quite touchy when he was tired. “Let me finish this sketch and we can cuddle as long as you want.” You reasoned, he brought his face closer to your side, nudging his nose against your hip as he wrapped his arm securely across your pelvis like a seatbelt. “I love you.” He sighed, lips lazily pressing against your skin, just beneath the hem of your panties, it made you shiver. “I love you too, are you trying to suggest something?” You laughed. “If by suggest something, you mean send that beautiful sketch you’re doing and then cuddle, then yes.” Ben chuckled darkly and you stretched your legs out in front of you from where they had been folded up for the last hour. Ben immediately hooked his own muscular leg over them, bringing his hips against your thigh - giving you a preview to the exceptional bulge that had appeared in his boxers. “Oh yeah? Is cuddling all you’ve got up your sleeve, Ben?” You asked suspiciously. “Maybe not.” You felt him smirk against your hip, his hand starting to get a little more bold, toying with the hem of his t shirt from the day before that you had worn to bed, getting dangerously close to the leg of your panties and destroying your sense of concentration. “Ben, five minutes. I have to send this sketch - you child!” You squealed as he put his finger beneath the elastic of your panties and snapped it against your skin, giggling giddily as he did. “Fine, Five minutes. I can be good for five minutes.” He relented. “Well I hope so!” You retorted, making the last couple of strokes with your pen, watermarking and compressing the file, and sending it on to Donatella’s assistant before powering your iPaf back down and setting it on the nightstand.
“Are you done now?” Ben asked. “Yes, Ben, I’m done.” You sighed, trying to hide the excitement for the pre-dawn, Parisian tryst you were about to experience with your boyfriend - you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction just yet. “Can you lay down and cuddle with me, please?” He whined, you chuckled. “Only because you asked so nicely.” You said, your words dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, excellent.” Ben said, loosening his grip on your middle and allowing you to fully lie down, scooting yourself so your head was nestled against his chest, your leg hooked over his solid hip; one of Ben’s arms rested beneath your neck, and his other hand pressed against the middle of your back. He hummed softly into your hair, pressing his lips to the crown of your head. You dragged your hand from his bare chest up to his cheek - the skin slightly stubbly as you ran your finger over his upper lip, making him let out a breathy laugh. “I love you, even when you’re annoying.” You whispered, he laughed a little deeper, “I love you, even when you wake me up at 4:30 because you have to turn that bloody iPad on.” Ben joked - he loved the fact that you were a fashion illustrator, it made his transition to the fashion industry part of his life feel more natural and seamless. “I’m kidding, i love what you do. I think it’s very honorable that you will wake up and pick up a pen at any time of day when a designer wants a piece of your work. And you are very talented, they should want a piece of your work!” He said, bending his elbow so he could lazily play with your hair. “Thank you. I hate being woken up at 4:30 by a string of unending phone calls about a sketch I haven’t started, but I know they are always happy with my work and Versace pays the most for my drawings so I’m willing to drop everything, you know?” You shrugged, snuggling deeper into Ben’s chest. “I know, love. You deserve to relax, though - to be a real human. I have to remind myself of that too.” He said. “I know, we both deserve that - that’s why after these three days of shows are over, it’s another three days of just us.” You whispered, your lips unconsciously turning up in a smile. You looked up at Ben in the mostly dark room, his hair was messy from sleep, and his eyes still covered in a haze of jet-lag from the marathon of flights he’d recently endured between Montreal, New York, and now Paris. “Can one of those days be spent in bed?” He asked, his expression hopeful, he leaned his face down so his lips were next to your ear, “Naked?” He asked, making you erupt with laughter as he moved to face you again. You moved your hands to grab either side of his face and bring his swollen pink lips to yours in a sultry kiss. “Is sex and being naked all you ever think about?” You asked, pecking his lips again, “If it’s with you, absolutely!” He chuckled, slowly, but deliberately rolling his hips against yours; from the position you were in, his fully erect member rolled deliciously against your heat - stirring up a certain carnal excitement within you. “And Paris always gives me certain feelings, darling.” He growled, “It’s the city of romance.” He snatched your lips with his own, a little rougher than before, “And maybe a little bit of lust!” He crooned, you sighed against his lips as he deepened the kiss, rolling his member against your heat once more and making you groan with need.
“Oh, Ben.” You sighed as your lips parted and he moved his to suckle on the soft skin at the apex of your neck. His hands beginning to roam across your body, before he rolled you onto your back so he was hovering over you. “I’m going to make love to you, darling. I want you to tell me how it makes you feel.” Ben instructed, taking charge - you loved when this soft spoken man showed his more dominant side - especially when he was doing something sweet like this, thinking about you. “Yes, Ben, I like that.” You panted, feeling yourself relax under his touch - gentle and loving but laced with need. His hand slipped beneath the hem of the t shirt you were wearing and dragged up your torso, fingers leaving trails of fire on your skin until his hand found your breast and cupped it firmly. His whole body seemed to roll in sync with the motion of his hand as it kneaded at the soft mound of flesh. He hummed into your skin as he kissed at your neck and collarbone. “Ben, that feels so good. I’ve missed your hands.” You chimed - having him away in Montreal filming the Voyeurs has been so hard, you read the script before he left and it got you so hot and bothered that you thought about it even more when he was gone. This trip to Paris was necessary for both of you work-wise, but it was also the first time you’d seen one another in person for over two weeks. “I’ve missed your body, I’ve fucking missed YOU!” Ben chuckled, straightening himself up so he leaned his forehead against yours. “Missed waking up next to you, drinking coffee with you in the morning. Fuckin’ like rabbits at night.” You could hear the smile in his voice as you rolled your eyes. He brought his lips down down to kiss yours.
“I think he missed me.” You said, rolling your hips up against his member, making Ben let out a hiss, “He really missed you. Especially when every other scene i’ve had to shoot on the Voyeurs has been simulating an act I would LOVE to do with you.” He said, bouncing his eyebrows up and down. “But I want to go slow this morning, make it sweet rather than rough.” He said. “Maybe we can tonight? I got some cute lingerie for this week, might be good to set the mood.” You shrugged. “Ooh, naughty, naughty girl!” Ben cooed, making you giggle. “I can be if you want me to.” You suggested, “I’d like that.” He whispered, kissing you deeply and rolling his hips against yours, “But right now you’re a fucking angel.” He said, making you blush, “And I’m going to make you feel good this morning.” He continued, shifting his weight and his hands so he could reach down and remove the baggy t shirt from your body, leaving you in only a thin pair of cotton panties. “You’re so beautiful, y/n. I don’t tell you that enough.” Ben said, admiring your form, one of his hands grazing gently over your belly - it tickled. “You’re beautiful too, Ben.” You said, meaning every word, especially in this tender moment.
“Grab my phone for me, would you?” Ben asked - he loved to snap pics for himself every so often. “The soft light’s perfect on your skin.” He said, as you handed him the phone, “Hate that I don’t have my actual camera handy, but portrait mode will do.” He said to himself, sitting back on his feet - erection even more prominent in this position. “Cover your breasts with your arm - the way you know I like.” He instructed - Mr. Amateur Photographer - he did Take Good photos, even on an iPhone. “Don’t Look directly at me, love. Okay, Now one where you look directly at me.” He said, snapping away. Before tossing the phone onto the other side of the bed, “I’m done now, I promise.” He said, placing a kiss to the tip of your nose. “I don’t care!” You giggled softly, “I like that you think I’m pretty. And anyway, you always take tasteful nudes.” You said, tapping his cute little nose with your fingertip. He beamed, “They are tasteful, aren’t they?” He asked. “Yes.” You replied, pulling his face down to yours and kissing him deeply, while taking his hand and placing it onto your breast once again. He kneaded the soft flesh so knowingly, making your back arch and soft moans to escape from between your lips. “Ben!” You sighed, “Need you.” You pleaded, making him chuckle as he kissed your neck. “You do?” He asked, grinding his hips into your thigh, “Christ, yes!” You sighed, throwing your other leg over his hip to press him closer to where you needed him most. Ben moved so his nose brushed against yours, “I love you. I’ve missed having you in my bed.” He whispered against your lips. You brought one hand up to his cheek, brushing your thumb over the faint stubble on his upper lip, “I’ve missed that too. And I love you more.” You replied, he grinned cheekily as he kissed your lips sweetly, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. “Not possible.” He argued, shifting his weight so he could remove his boxers, you wriggled out of your panties so the two of you were lying naked beneath the sheets.
Ben’s hand secured at your hip, fingers splaying over the smooth skin, before making their way between your legs and finding your center. “Christ, you’re dripping for me.” Ben groaned, snatching your lips in a heated kiss; you get his manhood twitch against your thigh. “Make love to me, Ben.” You pleaded again. Your hand traveling lower down his perfectly sculpted body, making him shiver with anticipation. “Oh, absolutely.” He crooned, taking himself in his hand and finally lining up with your entrance - the smooth expanse of his tip feeling electric against your folds. “Shit, condom.” He sighed, “It’s fine - I got finally got that IUD last month, we’re all good.” You said, he lifted his head from resting against your shoulder to look at you, “You’re a fucking goddess.” He said with a smirk, you rolled your eyes. “I love you so much, you horny little child.” You groaned. “Love you more - so much more.” He said, kissing your cheek before realigning himself and letting out the breath he was holding in a little huff. “Hook your leg over my hip again.” He instructed, you did as you were told, wrapping your arms around his solid shoulders. “Ready?” He asked, “I’ve been ready, Benjamin.” You replied, he chuckled, situating his elbow next to your ear on the pillow to support his weight, and resting his forehead against yours. He kissed you deeply as he slid between your folds, filling you up in a slow, practiced motion; Christ, he felt so good there, that familiar sting of his member stretching your walls bringing you back home. “You feel like velvet, love. Just for me.” He crooned, already panting, “I don’t know how long I’ll last!” He admitted with a somewhat embarrassed chuckle. “It’s okay, As long as I know its me making you cum, you can last five seconds. Though I do hope you can last a little longer.” You laughed - sex with Ben felt so natural, so perfect - like you were the only two people in the world to exist. He rolled his hips against yours, creating the perfect amount of delicious friction, making your back arch, your stomach pressed into his, his lips pressing soft kisses to the skin on your chest. Your nails left little crescent moons into his pale skin as euphoria took over your senses and Ben transported you into bliss. “I’m close, Ben.” You sighed, little moans escaping from between your lips, Ben groaning against your shoulder, “Feel so good, love. I’m close, too.” He panted, you felt his brow furrowing in concentration as he sped up his thrusts, you let out a cry of pleasure, “Oh, Ben, that’s good!” Your voice rising at least an octave, floating from your throat. “Cum for me, love. Let go.” Ben urged, and you did, your walls clenching around his manhood, he let out a growl and came inside you, painting your walls with his pleasure. “Sweet Christ, y/n. You’re an angel.” He panted, you could feel his heart racing.
“Cancel all the engagements we have today, I don’t want to leave this bed.” Ben groaned when he caught his breath, wrapping his arms tightly around you and rolling over so you were both lying on your sides, facing one another. You ran your hand along his jaw, hooking your leg over his hip and moving as close to him as you possibly could. “I love you so much. I’m so glad we were able to make this trip together.” You sighed, Ben smiled at you, his expression exuding nothing but pure love, “I am too. But I’m sorry we both have to work most of it.” He sighed, moving to rub his nose against yours, making you giggle, “I am too. I’m really looking forward to the few days of no work, just us in one of our favorite cities in the world.” You said, closing the distance between the two of you and pressing your lips against Ben’s in a slow kiss. “You keep kissing me like that and i really won’t let you leave this bed.” Ben warned, you rolled your eyes, reaching across Ben to grab your phone and check the time - 8 AM. “Come on, Ben. We need to shower, Grace will be here at 9 and we don’t want to spoil her little baby’s innocence already.” You urged, reluctantly moving to roll out of Ben’s arms and collect yourself for a shower. You stretched your muscles, feeling relaxed from your early morning romp; “Can we at least shower together?” Ben asked, still splayed out on the bed, his gorgeous torso gleaming with a sheen of post-coital sweat. “I suppose.” You said, shrugging - trying not to act like that had been the idea all along. “Can we make out in the shower?” Ben asked slyly, finally sitting up. “We have to be timely - we still have to eat and Grace will be here in an hour.” You pressed; oh, how you wanted nothing more than to have Ben ravish you in the magnificent shower in your room, how badly you wanted to melt into his chest as you both bathed in the claw-foot bathtub and sipped champagne - another day. “Oh, I am nothing but timely.” He said, standing up and walking toward you, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you closer to him. “Oh, yeah? Then why do i have to lie to you about what time you have to be ready so we will always be on time?” You asked. “I knew it!” He groaned, leaning down to press a short kiss to your lips. “Well come on, let’s make the most of our time!” He said as he took your hand and pulled you behind him toward the bathroom.
It was quite an impressive bathroom for a hotel - the stand-alone shower was definitely large enough for two, with a rain shower head in the center and various others on the side walls - it was luxurious to say the least. Ben fiddled with all the different knobs and faucets until the rain shower head came on, then moved to stand beneath it in all his naked glory. You stood a bit stunned watching Ben wet his hair, the water fall down his perfectly sculpted body - the one he’s worked so hard to maintain. “Well, Miss Schedule, are you going to join me or just stare at me all day?” Ben laughed, obviously amused by your stupor. You rolled your eyes, unable to stop the smile from spreading across your face - or the blush in your cheeks - as you stepped beyond the glass wall and under the stream of water into your boyfriend’s waiting arms. He held you tightly to him, droplets of water falling down your faces, as Ben smiled down at you. He brought his hand to cup your chin and pulled your face close to his, “I love you.” He whispered and pressed his lips against yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck instinctively, your fingers moving to toy with his sopping wet blonde locks - tugging at the strands as your kiss deepened. Ben’s hands wandered over your body, caressing your curves from the knots and knobs of your spine all the way to the apple of your bum; he squeezed the ample flesh in his strong hands and made you moan softly against his lips. “I love you’re body, you’re fucking gorgeous; so nice to touch and hold.” Ben hummed against your lips, You dragged your hand down Ben’s chest, admiring the smooth planes of his muscles with your touch. “Yours isn’t so bad, either.” You said, giggling at your tone. “Can I wash your hair, Ben?” You asked, peering into his sparkling green eyes. He nodded, loosening his grip on you so you could retrieve the shampoo, putting some in your hands and then transferring it to your boyfriend’s hair, massaging it against his scalp with your nails. “Mmm,” Ben hummed, “That feels really nice, love.” His voice was smooth and he sounded truly relaxed for probably the first time in months. “Your hair is the perfect length right now, Ben. It looks and feels so fucking good.” You said, he smirked, “What you’re doing to it is fuckin’ perfect.” He moaned, throwing his head back in bliss. You leaned down and placed a kiss to his Adam’s apple. “Get back under the water Ben, so I can rinse your hair.” You instructed, massaging the foam from his golden strands, watching the curls start to reappear the more you combed your fingers through them. You pulled his face down so it was level with yours and kissed him tasting the sweetness of his lips and delighting in the soft smacking sound your lips made as they moved in sync with one another.
You kicked yourself slightly for making Ben stick to a schedule - you wanted nothing more than to worship his fantastic body in that shower, but there was work to be done, and that is why you made that extra time at the end of your week to spend with just each other. The two of you finished cleaning yourselves, Ben even gave you a chance to shave your legs, admiring you as you tried to be precise. You dried yourselves off and wrapped in towels just in time as Grace knocked on the door of your room. Ben answered, towel draped around his waist, “Grace! Hey!” He said, a bit surprised, you watched the blush creep from his cheeks all the way down to his broad chest, Morley let out a small squeal from her Baby Bijorn, her tiny feet kicking excitedly. “Oh, don’t be embarrassed, Ben. If there’s anyone you shouldn’t worry about catching you in a towel, it’s me - I’m basically your mother.” She laughed, “Hi, Y/n! I’ve got your stuff too!” Grace called, you waved from the bathroom, clutching your towel to your chest. “How should I - um?” Ben stammered as Grace pulled the garment bags into the room and laid them out on the bed. “Oh, just put your boxers on we’ll get this fitting done in no time. Y/n, you brought that strapless bra, right?” She called to you. “Yes, ma’m!” You replied, brushing out your hair before leaving the bathroom and going over to your suitcase for your bra and panties then grabbing one of the hotel robes from the hook. “You’re the Perfect Client - Ben why can’t you be like your lady friend, here?” You made yourself decent and dried your hair before re-emerging. By the time you came out of the bathroom, Ben was in a t shirt and a pair of devilishly well-cut boxers, blowing raspberries and holding a giggling Morley on his hip. You felt the hormones rush through your body in an instant. The more you saw Ben with babies, the more you just wanted to make him a dad. He was just so GOOD with them - especially Morley. She loved his deep, soothing voice, and never cried when he held her or played with her - you’d never seen a baby cry when Ben held it - it was like he had some stupidly magic touch. You’d talked about babies briefly before, but not really in depth - you knew he wanted one someday. God, you hoped it would be yours when the day came.
Grace got the two of you ready; you wore a gorgeous pale blue Rodarte gown - one of Lucy’s favorite labels - with darling floral embellishments and an allusion neckline covered in sheer blue ruffles, and it was actually a gown you had made a series of sketches for. Ben had read a book to Morley while Grace put the finishing touches on your hair and smoothed a few creases on your ruffles - you had really focus on standing still and keeping yourself from melting into a puddle as he gave all the characters different voices and Morley cooed. Ben looked breathtakingly suave in a luscious black leather jacket over a crisp white tee, the black trousers Grace had brought were perfectly tailored - his ass looked so plump and supple, you just wanted to smack it and claim it as your own - and the shiny black boots were to die for. Ben’s soft curls were quaffed perfectly, the pale blonde strands glimmering in the Parisian sun coming in through the window. “How do they look, Puddin’?” Grace asked Morley, who was sitting on the bed with a few of her toys, the baby let out a cute little chortle and clapped her little chubby hands. “I think she approves!” Grace laughed, “You two have fun today - I’ll be back tomorrow, same time?” She asked and Ben nodded, giving her a hug and helping her collect all the baby’s things before they headed out to meet the next client. “Holy shit, Ben.” You sighed once the two of you were alone. “What?” He asked, checking his white shirt to make sure he hadn’t already stained it. You walked across the room to him and rested one hand on his chest, bringing the other up to his cheek and stroking it with his thumb. “Nothing, it’s nothing!” You sputtered, “No, what is it?” He asked, a bit amused, you felt your face flush slightly, “I - I kind of forgot how good you were with kids.” You admitted. “Yeah, and? Why are you so flustered?” He asked, chuckling, grabbing your hand that was against his cheek and turning his head to place a kiss on your palm, “Did seeing me with a baby get you hot and bothered?” He asked, smirking and bobbing his eyebrows suggestively. “Maybe - just a little - yes.” You whispered, blushing even harder. Ben laughed, “You’ve got baby fever, don’t you?” He bit his lip to keep from laughing harder. “She’s so fucking cute, Ben!” You admitted as he laughed heartily. “If it makes you feel any better, I kind of have it too.” He admitted, wrapping his arm around your waist and holding you against him. “You do?” You asked, not really shocked, but a bit taken aback by his admission. “Yeah, I think about having a baby all the time. ‘Specially since Grace had little Morley - that little round nugget is the cutest fucking thing.” He said with a small shrug. “You do?” You asked again, feeling a bit like a broken record. “Yeah! I think about you, your little belly growin’, what our little one would look like. We’re not that far off from thinking about kids - i mean shit I’m almost 30.” He said. “I think about gettin’ married, too. That’s been a big one - I’ve never thought of getting married to anyone but you, you know.” He admitted. You leaned back in his arms and stared at him, he squeezed your hand in his own. “Before you ask again, it’s because I love you, and I like thinking about where our lives together could go. It doesn’t mean we should go elope or start making a baby tomorrow, but what it does mean is that I want all of those things with you - and only you! Knowing you want those things too just means we’re on the same page, and I like that.” He said, leaning down and placing a kiss against your lips. “Now, let’s go get this work shit over with so we can have some time to ourselves!” Ben took your hand and led you out the door, calling the Uber to take the two of you to the show.
When you arrived on the red carpet for the first of many shows you and Ben were attending throughout the week, it was all you could do not to drool over how your boyfriend looked when he was posing for photos. Ben would never admit it, but he was a natural when it came to the cameras - he had the perfect, sexy, pouty lip but could completely flip and give a megawatt smile with no effort at all. He chatted with a few fans that came up, signed a couple autographs and took a couple selfies - you admired that about him, his humility was truly remarkable. “Y/n! Come’ere!” Ben called, a huge grin spreading across his face. As you approached you noticed he was standing with a group of fans, holding posters in their hands with giddy smiles on their faces. Ben reached his hand out to you and you took it like you always did, “They wanted to meet you.” He said motioning to the gaggle of young women in front of him. “Hi, y/n!” One of the girls said giddily, her cheeks bashfully pink. “Hello, it’s nice to meet you - all of you!” You said, waving to them all, one extended out a print of one of your precious drawings. “I know it already has your signature - and I’m sorry that it’s a print-out, but I absolutely love it and - well - would you sign it please?” She asked, and you chuckled, you could see your watermark in the corner from your Instagram. “Absolutely, love. Who am I making it out to?” You asked, taking her pen and putting it to the page. “Elisabeth!” She chirped, “Is that you?” You asked, she nodded, “Well, Elisabeth, I’m flattered that you love my work enough to print it out. That truly means a lot.” You said, signing your name beneath the little message you wrote. “You and Ben are SO cute together, i watch your Instagram stories OBSESSIVELY to see the two of you together.” You could tell the girl was nervous and rambling a bit, but you could tell her sentiments were genuine, and they made you blush. Fans thought you and Ben were cute together - it was quite sweet. “Yeah, when are you and Ben going to get married?” Another asked, Ben chuckled and wrapped his arm securely around your waist. “Well, thank you; and hopefully we will one day.” You said, a bit taken aback by the boldness of the girls questions. “Can we get a picture with both of you?” One girl asked, you looked at Ben and he shrugged, the two of you agreed and allowed the group of girls to take a photo with you before you and Ben had to head into the event, waving to the group of fans as you went.
“They were sweet.” You said, reaching out and taking Ben’s hand, wrapping your fingers between his. “They were - a bit bold, but sweet.” He laughed softly. “That’s ok, I’m glad they think we’re cute together.” You said, unable to resist the smile creeping across your lips. Ben leaned over and pressed a kiss to the top of your head as you walked. “Well you are pretty cute.” He mumbled, you pushed his chest playfully. “What? You are!” He asserted. “You’re cuter.” You said, moving to face him and straightening the lapels of his jacket before you made your way into the venue and to your seats. “That’s debatable.” He said, raising his eyebrow as you moved to look up at him. “I was really nervous when we went to make our relationship public, i was afraid people would hate on our relationship and it would make us unhappy together. You have no idea how glad it makes me to see fans adore you, and that they’re happy for us - you deserve that.” Ben said, reaching up to place a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “No, Ben, we deserve it.” You said, leaning up on your toes and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips - you didn’t want to smudge your lipstick. “I love you, pretty girl.” Ben whispered against your lips. “I love you, too.” You replied. The two of you made your way into the venue and took your seats, chatting with other attendees until the show started.
All of the looks were phenomenal - they were all the finished products of sketches you’d been commissioned by the designer earlier in the year. When the show was over, he was very complimentary of you, kissing you on the cheek and going on and on about how inspirational your work had been in creating his finished pieces. At the after party both you and Ben benefitted from rubbing elbows with some big names in the fashion industry. You got a commission from an up-and-coming designer that was sure to be an incredibly lucrative partnership if he liked your work. You and Ben left the venue after the party and dipped into a little cafe, ordering some pastries to soak up all the champagne in your stomachs. You made your way back to the hotel, turning around so that Ben could unzip your gown. He placed a kiss between your shoulder blades as he dragged the zipper down your back. “I love you, I’m so proud of you.” He murmured against your skin, his words sending a happy shiver down your spine. You turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck, “Thank you. I couldn’t be here without you, you’ve made this life so much easier.” You said, closing the space between the two of you and placing a passion-filled kiss to his soft lips. “I never quite felt like I fit in at those events, or that I deserved to wear all these pretty things that I get to wear. Having you here with me makes me feel like maybe I do belong here and that feels so good, Ben.” You mused, running your thumb over his cheek. “You make coming to these cities even more exciting - and the fact that I know you helped to create these pieces makes all of this feel worthwhile. I love you and I am so PROUD of you!” Ben said beaming, tears brimming in his eyes. He was so sensitive and kind and loving - how on earth had you found a man as perfect as Ben? You couldn’t help but smile brightly back at Ben, placing your hands on either side of his face, “You are everything to me, Ben. Just being by your side makes me so proud and you’ve achieved so much since we’ve been together - I love you so much and I am so SO happy we are together every single day.” You said, tears bubbling into your own eyes.
Ben leaned in and placed a passionate kiss to your lips. Happy tears mixed on your cheeks, giddy, love filled giggles spilled out between kisses while you held one another and drank in the pure ecstasy of just being together. You parted, breathless after a few moments; Ben was the first to speak, “Shall we slip into something more comfortable and just cuddle? Maybe find a movie?” He asked, nuzzling his nose into your hair. “That sounds perfect.” You sighed with your entire body, leaning into Ben’s chest as you felt the exhaustion of the day finally catch up to you. He kissed the crown of your head and untangled his arms from your body. You slipped your dress off and placed it back into its garment bag, leaving you in your bra and spanx. You went to unhook your bra and looked up to see Ben grinning and chuckling merrily to himself. “What?” You asked, giving him a quizzical look. “Nothing, that’s just a great look for you, love.” He chuckled, you rolled your eyes, unhooking your bra and tossing it in your suitcase before slipping your shape wear down your legs. “Very funny, Ben.” You scoffed, swiping one of the t shirts from his open suitcase. “Hey!” He laughed, feigning offense, “You deserve this.” You said, unable to hide the smile spreading across your face. You tossed Ben’s t shirt over your head and smoothed it over your body. Ben rolled his eyes and smirked as he undressed. You crossed over to him and wrapped your arms around his bare torso. “I hate how much i love you.” You said, placing a kiss over his heart. He chuckled brightly as he wrapped his arms around you. “I love you more - especially when you steal my clothes that i need for the rest of this trip.” He said, “But I have to say, my clothes do look better on you.” He crooned, his hands slipping beneath the hem of the t shirt, fingers tracing against your hips and pulling you closer. “Really?” You asked, moving to wrap your arms around his neck. Ben nuzzled his nose against yours. “Kiss me.” He whispered, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his - they were soft and warm, like his hands that were trailing up your back beneath the material of the t shirt. You swiped your tongue along Ben’s lower lip, and you felt his lips curl into a smile before parting and allowing you to deepen the kiss.
The two of you parted slightly, foreheads leaning against one another. “Jump, love.” He says, and you do, wrapping your legs securely around his hips as he caught you - like he always did. “May I suggest we cuddle and make out?” Ben asked, the dimples popping in his boyish cheeks. “I’d love nothing more.” You said, leaning in to kiss him first. He carried you over to the bed and laid you down gently without breaking your kiss. He hovered over you, moving his hands from your thighs to caress your face. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered when you broke to catch your breath, his words - even though he said them often - sent a jolt of electricity through your body that was unparalleled every time. “Roll over on your side and hold me closer to you.” You said, running your fingers along his collarbone. Ben rolled over so both of you were lying with your heads on the pillows, snuggling with your chests flush with one another’s. Ben took your leg in his hand and guided it over his hip so you were even closer - your favorite way to lay with him. He brushed one of his legs over yours so you were entwines, and he brought his arms around you snuggly. He brushed his nose against yours, letting out a bright little huff of a laugh before pecking your lips with his own. You responded quickly, your lips snatching his again, kneading against them, making him hum warmly and tighten his embrace around your body. His hand on your hip began venturing upwards, beneath the cotton of the t shirt you were wearing, admiring the smoothness of your skin while giving you goosebumps. How was it that after all this time, Ben could still give you goosebumps like it was day one? You rested your hands against his broad chest, trailing your fingers along the smooth planes of his muscles and the trenches between them. One of your hands reached up and around the back of his neck, toying with the ends of his hair. You felt Ben shiver, you parted slightly, “Are you cold?” You asked, concerned, running your hand along his cheek. He laughed softly, “No, love. I’m not cold. It just feels really good when you touch me like that.”!he whispered, leaning in and kissing your lips deeply, releasing them with a soft smack. “I love this time with you.” Ben sighed, moving his hand from your hip to run through your hair. His sweet jade green eyes peering lovingly into yours. “Oh, I just realized didn’t let you take your makeup off first, I’m sorry!” He said, his expression so soft as he looked at you. You shook your head and grinned, “Ben, it’s okay. I’d much rather stay right here, comfortable and warm in your arms - if that means I wake up with a pimple and so be it.” You giggled, he smiled softly. “I’m so glad we made this trip together. You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.” He mused, breathing deeply. “I’m sorry we still have a couple days of shows to attend to.” Ben continued “I’d much rather spend those two days lying right here with you - just like this.” He murmured, snuggling into you. “I know, but today was good, Ben; hopefully the next two will be even better.” You said, trying to remain optimistic. You leaned in and placed a slow, sensual kiss to Ben’s lips. He hummed into you. “Love you so much.” He sighed as you parted and fell asleep in one another’s arms.
The two of you spent the next two days of business being dressed to the nines and wines and dined by some of the biggest names in the industry. You earned a few more commissions and Ben got a couple more invitations to Star in photo shoots. Grace dressed the two of you each morning, which meant you got to spend more quality time watching Ben bond with baby Morley - Christ, was he good with her. Every morning she handed him a book from her bag of toys and he always read them with a fervor, making your heart absolutely melt into a puddle and making you eager to jump his bones the second you walked through the door to your room every night. And not that it wasn’t already easy for you to be turned on by Ben, but Grace dressed him EXCEPTIONALLY well throughout the week, so in all honesty, it made it harder for you to keep your hands off of him in public. He wore an acid washed black suit on the last day - an ACID WASHED BLACK SUIT - and you quite nearly fainted as he posed on the red carpet. Ben took you out to an exceptionally nice dinner that night - at a beautiful bistro with quaint little flower boxes on the front windows. You always went to dinner a little later than normal - between 8 and 9 o’clock, usually - so that it would be quieter, more private. The table where you were seated had quite an intimate feel, it was in a little alcove away from the open dining area and it felt so nice to be kind of alone for the first time in a while. As you sat, Ben ordered a bottle of champagne for the table - in French, like he’d practiced - and leaned back slightly as he sat in his chair, finally relaxing. “Y/n, we made it - no more work, it’s all about us now!” He beamed, his eyes so bright and his hair shining like precious gold in the pale glow of the room. “It is, Ben, finally!” You laughed, feeling a bit relieved. “And thanks to work, we can look put together for once when we go to dinner!” You continues, Ben rolled his eyes. “You LOVE when I wear sweatpants, you can’t deny that.” He challenged. “Well, I like when you wear sweatpants, but not necessarily to dinner.” You retorted. “What do you expect me to wear to the pub, y/n? My Sunday best?” He asked, wearing that playful smirk that made you melt. You chuffed, “Should I pull out my tux with the tails next time we decide to run to a Chippy?” He laughed at his own joke. “Oh, shut up, Ben! You know what I mean! It’s not often that we get to dress up all fancy and go to a ridiculously nice restaurant and be, well, more posh than usual!” You shrugged, you didn’t want to start an argument on your first night of the vacation portion of your trip,and you were afraid that’s where this was headed. “I know, love, I’m just pulling your leg.” You looked up, a little worried that the spark in his eye would be dulled but it was the opposite, he was still grinning at you warmly. He reached his hand across the table, hand outstretched and waiting for yours. You placed your hand in his palm and he squeezed it gently, lovingly.
“I can’t believe how lucky i am to be sitting here with you - in Paris, of all places!” You could hear the excitement in his voice, the ebbs and flows of his accent more prominent on his deep voice. The waiter came back with the champagne, popping the cork and pouring the shimmering liquid into two flutes. “I wouldn’t want to be here with anyone else.” Ben said softly, biting his lip as he grinned. “And you look very beautiful tonight.” He continued, looking at you through his thick eyelashes. “Ben, are you hiding something?” You asked, noticing the slight change in his mannerisms - the things you could decide about him after over 5 years together were insurmountable in number. “No, why do you ask?” He cocked an eyebrow, “Just wondering, you’re a bit fidgety.” You said with a chuckle. He shook his head, leaning in to take one of the champagne flutes from the center of the table, “I’m just really, REALLY happy.” He explained, motioning for you to take the second flute. You smiled as you did, feeling a familiar warmth spread through your body - you made Ben that happy, the fact that it was the two of you here together made Ben happy. You were about to bring the crystal flute to your lips when Ben stopped you, “Can’t have Champagne without a toast, can we?” He asked, a goofy look on his face. “Well, i suppose not!” You replied, insisting he continue. “To the last five years of us, and the many, many more to come. I love you with all of my heart and I’m so happy to be living this life with you.” Ben said, raising his glass, you raised yours to meet his, delighting in the soft clink of the crystal before sipping from your delicate glass.
You and Ben had a wonderful dinner, chatting and discussing plans for sightseeing and activities to partake in throughout the rest of your trip. “Can I ask this though?” Ben questioned, soft green eyes so bright, “Can we stay in bed all day tomorrow? Like ‘stay’ in bed?” He asked with a cheeky wink. You nearly howled, choking on the bite of pate you’d just put in your mouth. “Ben, why so cheeky?” You chuckled, his cheeks flushing pink, but his confidence making him more bold, “You put on that dress this morning and I nearly jumped on top of you.” He growled darkly. “Ben, are you kidding? When you came out in that suit it was all I could do not to stride over and blow you with Grace and Morley right there in the room.” His eyes blew open wide. “You keep talking like that and I won’t make it to our bed tonight!” Ben said, slightly mesmerized. You felt yourself start to smirk, you really prided yourself on how easy it was for you to turn Ben on. “Then we’d better get back soon. Because I don’t think I can stop.” You said, your words slurring together seductively, you dragged your leg up along Ben’s calf; Ben visibly shivered. “Cheque, please?” Ben said quickly, flustered, you giggled - you had him exactly where you wanted him.
The restaurant was just down the street from your hotel, so you walked back - well Ben was nearly running, but you pulled him back, high heels require a slow pace! You both tried to remain casual as you strode through the lobby to the elevators, hand-in-hand. Ben pushed the button, and the gilded doors opened, “After you.” Ben ushered, “Why, thank you, sir.” You replied, stepping into the small space, he followed in after you, pressing the button for your floor then wrapping an arm around your waist. “I’m going to absolutely ravish you tonight, love.” Ben whispered into your ear. You turned to face him in the small space, grabbing his lapels and pulling him into you, “I don’t want you to just ravish me, Ben.” You whispered, “I want you to fuck me.” You pressed up onto your toes and planted a hot kiss to his waiting lips. The elevator dinged, the doors opening onto your floor, and Ben grabbed your and darted down the hallway, fumbling almost awkwardly for the card key in his wallet. He found it and swiped it quickly, opening the door at the first click of the lock and pulling you inside. He nearly slammed the door before locking it, and in a flash, he had you up against the back of the door, kissing you with a hunger that could only be described as carnal. “Christ, i love you. I love you so fucking much.” He groaned between kisses, your lipstick smearing slightly on his lips but Ben didn’t care. Your hands immediately went to work undoing the buttons of his shirt, “Oh, Ben.” You sighed, hastily untucking the fabric from his belt so that you could pull it off of him quickly. Ben nipped at your bottom lip, you panted against him, his tongue finding yours before you could even think to protest - not that you would. His shirt was unbuttoned, his gorgeous torso exposed. You parted your lips from his and began sucking on his neck, trailing lovebites down and across his collarbone. “What are you-? Fuck, y/n, you’re perfect!” Ben groaned, his breathing gruff and deep - but you could hear the cheeky grin spreading across his face. You sank lower, kissing down his chest while your hands made short work of his belt, undoing the buckle and then the button and fly of his trousers - God, he was so hard already, you could feel his bulge beneath your ghosting fingers. “Ah, love, Sweet Christ!” He panted, you slid his trousers down just enough - you wanted him in this suit as you pleasured him, he looked SO fucking good! You settled down onto your knees, splaying your hands against his hips and placing a kiss just beneath his navel, Ben let out a literal whimper - you had him right where you wanted him. “Ready, Ben?” You asked, peering up mischievously, “Bloody hell, YES! Yes, I’m ready you’re driving me fuckin mad!” He rambled wildly, as you slipped your fingers beneath the elastic of his deliciously tight black boxers, licking your lips as you slipped them down his hips and exposed his glorious member. You took him in your hand, using the other to steady yourself against him, and pumped his shaft a couple of times. Ben melted under your touch, your name falling off his lips between his little moans - it was music to your ears.
You ran your thumb over his tip, collecting the pearlescent bead of his precum and using it to smooth your ministrations before slipping him between your lips, hollowing out your cheeks and swirling your tongue as you took him in. “Jesus, Mary and Joseph!” Ben swore as you sucked - you knew exactly what he liked after five years together. You squeezed the base of his member lightly as you continued working him with your mouth, earning his praise in the form of the occasional, “Fuck, y/n!” Or “Ugh, I love you.” And “Bloody HELL that’s good!” He began to twitch against your tongue - he was close. You popped him out of your mouth, still holding onto him with your hand, “Why’d you fuckin stop?” He whined, looking down at you with big, almost sad eyes. You pumped him with your hand a couple times before looking up with a sly expression, “Because, suspense, Benny.” You said, “And I wanted to tell you to cum for me.” You bounced your shoulders up and down innocently, he opened his mouth to respond, but before a word could leave his mouth, you had your lips back around his tip, sucking feverishly and jacking your hand against his shaft, he let out a surprised, but pleasured whine and came violently in your mouth, coating your tongue with his pleasure. You eased him down from his high, running your thumb along the thick vein on the underside of his cock, making sure you sucked him completely dry before releasing him. You slowly shifted to stand, taking Ben’s lazily outstretched hand to help you up. You pressed your hands against his smooth chest and placed a chaste kiss to his lips, giggling brightly like a naughty schoolgirl as you did. “Well, can’t say I was expecting that!” Ben said, his voice gravelly. “That might have been the best blowie I’ve ever received.” He laughed as you leaned against his chest, feeling so relaxed as you breathed in the scent of his musk. “I’m glad to hear that I’ve given you the best blowjob you’ve ever received.” You said proudly with a grin, listening to Ben’s heartbeat as it began to slow. “Well who else would give it to me?” He joked: “Hopefully you don’t have some secret girlfriend hiding around somewhere giving you blowjobs behind my back!” You said. “Have I not introduced the two of you yet? You’d get along so well!” Ben said facetiously, making you both laugh as you embraced against the back of the hotel room door.
“Ben?” You asked. He lifted his head from where it was rested on top of yours. “Can we take a bath together? The tub looks like, really nice.” You finished. “That sounds absolutely lovely.” He groaned happily. You moved out of Ben’s arms so he could adjust himself enough to come further into the room and completely undress. You made your way to the in-suite bath, flipping on the lights and took in the sight before you - a beautiful claw-foot tub with gilded fixtures and a massive porcelain basin. You went over and turned the knobs, looking over the assorted luxury oils and salts the hotel had made available - and that you were certainly paying for - choosing to stick with the classic French lavender. Steam rose from the water as it ran, filling the room with the fresh scent of the simple flower. Ben popped his head in the door, he was wearing one of the hotel robes, faint splotches of red lipstick smeared around his lips, you laughed softly. “I’m going to call Room Service for some wine, care for anything else?” He asked, his eyes looked so pretty in the warm, romantic light. “If they have more of those macaroons, maybe?” You asked, “I was thinking the same thing.” He bit his lower lip, obviously feeling excited, it made your heart skip a beat. You went over to the counter and found your makeup remover, swiping off the remnants of your lipstick and the eyeshadow that had faded throughout the day. You put your hair up so it wouldn’t get wet in the bath - even though you were sure Ben would find a way to get it wet anyway, he always did.
You went out to the main room of your suite, turning to Ben who was milling about like a man on a mission. “Ben? Ben!” You called, snapping him out of his reverie. “Huh?” He asked, eyes wide like a doe’s, “Mind unzipping me again?” You asked - you could have done it yourself, but you loved how it felt when Ben did it - how his one hand put pressure at the bottom of the zipper while the other pulled the little tab down the curve of your back, usually placing a kiss to the bare skin he exposed. “‘Course, love.” He said, coming over to where you were standing and unzipping the dress, placing a kiss to your shoulder before making his way back to the suitcase where he had been digging. You slipped off your bra and panties and into your own hotel robe - afraid of room service catching you in literally nothing. You grabbed your book from the night table and headed back toward the bathroom, running your hand up Ben’s spine as you passed him. “You know where to meet me once room service gets here.” You said - trying to sound seductive then looked back over your shoulder at him, he looked up and gave you a cheeky grin, cheeks blushed a soft pink.
You walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind you, discarding your robe and hanging it on the hook before slipping into the bath. The lavender salts smelled heavenly and opened all of your senses further as you calmly read in the tub, waiting for Ben to join you - you did make a point to wash the bits that mattered, Ben would appreciate that later, you assumed. You heard the knock of room service coming to the room from behind the closed door. You also heard the muffled tone of Ben’s deep voice, thanking the waiter, speaking shy French - he’d taken it all through school - you didn’t understand what he said whenever he spoke it, but he did sound extra romantic when he did. A few minutes later. Ben came in with two glasses of wine, walking over to hand you one that was exceptionally full - Ben didn’t know how to serve a standard serving of wine and that was honestly okay - “we won’t need to refill for a while” he said when you gave him a look once. Then he went back to the counter and poured himself a glass, sitting the bottle and his own portion next to the tub before removing his robe and slipping in across from you. “This is nice, love.” He mused, taking a sip from his glass - a Bordeaux, must be a special occasion. “Really good wine, Ben. Bordeaux, right?” You asked. “You’re correct!” He chuckled. “It’s a special occasion. Bordeaux is a special occasion wine.” He said astutely. “You would know that, wouldn’t you?” You said, rolling your eyes slightly. “Well yes, because I googled it.” He nodded with a grin. You laughed, “I love you, Ben. You’re so goofy.” You sighed. He stretched out one leg, running his foot along your shin, your legs folded so your knees were at your chest. “You’re so far away, Come’ere!” He whined, you couldn’t help but smile, sliding toward him in the bath, bubbles filling the space you once occupied as you came near him, your chests nearly touching. “I love you.” You whispered, “You make me the happiest girl in the world.” You said, leaning in to rub your nose against his before kissing his lips sweetly. “I bet you’re the happiest girl in Paris, right now.” Ben said softly, “I don’t know; there’s probably some girl getting proposed to at the Eiffel Tower, she might be the happiest girl in Paris for a millisecond, but then it goes right back to me.” You joked, Ben bit his lip. “Sorry,” you sighed, feeling a bit guilty.
“Nothing to be sorry about. “Ben said, reaching up to soothingly run his thumb over your cheek. “I love you more than any sad sack who lacks enough originality to think that the best place to propose to his girlfriend is in front of the Eiffel Tower.” He scoffed, chuckling heartily. “Gotta do something more original than that.” He said with a grin. “Oh, yeah. Like what?” You said, fishing, you moved to straddle his hips, bringing your glass to your lips and taking another long sip of wine. “Can’t do the bottom of a champagne flute - everyone does that too. Arc de Triumphe, that’s another no. You have to do it somewhere that makes sense for the relationship - that’s the way to truly make it special.” Ben said with a curt nod. “What would be special for us?” You asked, obviously fishing. “Well that would ruin the surprise, wouldn’t it, my dear?” He said, lifting his face and planting another kiss against your lips, his free hand moving to rest on your hip. Ben’s member was coming to life again - you could feel him waking against your center, right where you wanted him so badly. You rolled your hips against it gently, thankfully you hadn’t filled the tub too deep - you knew where this bath was ultimately headed. “You’re going to propose to me somewhere in London, I’m sure. Probably in fall - when we met.” You imagined Ben getting down on one knee on the street corner where you’d bumped into each other by accident after your first date. Ben spilled his coffee on your jacket, accidentally copped a feel of your breast as he tried to clean the spill - he thought you’d never want to see him again - you’d thought the exact opposite, you wanted him to touch you again.
You rolled your hips again, Ben let out a soft groan, “Oh, love that feels good.” He sighed gruffly, very obviously turned on. You set your glass down, taking Ben’s from his hand so you didn’t cover the pretty white bathroom in blood red wine while you had a fuck in the bath. He slipped his hand between the two of you under water, rubbing his thumb over your clit, making the butterflies in your stomach flutter wildly. “It could be even better.” You said, reaching between you and taking his member in your hand, shifting slightly so that you were hovering your entrance just above him before sinking down onto his length. Ben paused his movements against your clit for a moment as the two of you adjusted. “You’re really going to ride me in the bath?” Ben asked, wide eyed and grinning wildly. You nodded quickly, maintaining eye contact with him, your hands squeezing his shoulders. “You’re wild, i love that about you.” He crooned, shifting to give you better leverage as you began bouncing atop his cock. God, Ben had a nice cock - he filled you so well and he hit all the right places against your walls, especially when you were on top. “Ben, keep - ugh - keep doing that with your - your thumb.” You ordered as you thrust your hips against his. “Yeah, oh, yeah!” He said, as if he’d forgotten for a second what he was doing; he rolled the pad of his thumb against your clit, mixed with the warmth of the water around you and the stretching of your lady around his manhood, your orgasm was close. “Oh, oh Ben - Christ, you’re Good!” You moaned, leaning in and resting your forehead against his, he bit his lip in concentration - or as much concentration as he could muster while deep inside of you. “You feel like velvet, love! Almost there?” He asked, speeding up the movement of his thumb, the gyration of your lips becoming more sloppy, the sounds coming from you a combination of whines and pants all out of pleasure. “Mmh, God, Ben! Fuck!” You cried as you felt the knot in your stomach burst and you let out a series of soft cries, losing control of your body as you floated away with your orgasm. You leaned against Ben, your hips thrusting erratically to help you down from your high. Ben came inside of you, moaning your name like a fucking prayer and holding you against him. “God, you’re - you’re a fucking vixen, I love you.” Ben chuckled against your neck, kissing the tender flesh. “No, I’m not, you’re too kind.” You mumbled against Ben’s shoulder. He held you against him for a moment, you didn’t dare move, you wanted to keep him inside you - close to you in this post-coital haze. Ben was quiet, as if he were contemplating what to say next. You sat up just enough so you could reach over and grab your wine glass again - giving him a quick sip from it so he could continue to cuddle you, before you took a long slug of the drink. You leaned back and drank the rest of the dark red liquid, sitting the glass down and hearing a metallic “clink” as you set it upright. You sat back and looked at Ben, your expression serious, questioning - but his was absolutely smug. You raised an eyebrow. He moved his hand from where it sat against your lower back, and rested it on the edge of the tub. Then he spoke.
“You’ve shown me what it really means to love someone wholly.” Ben said, as if he were having an epiphany. You leaned back in his arms, a little stunned by the depth of emotion in his words. “Ben?” You whispered, “Let me finish.” He said, you remained where you were, his member still deep inside of you and somehow it felt appropriate. “It’s perfectly fitting that you brought up Parisian engagements because, well,” he said, leaning over slightly and picking your empty glass off the floor. He tipped it over into his palm and produced a platinum ring with a single emerald cut diamond setting. “This is the one i caught you looking at in Tiffany’s, am I right?” He asked, beaming with pride. “You DIDN’T?!” You sputtered. “I did!” He said astutely. You covered your mouth with your hands in shock. Ben didn’t just buy you a ring, he bought you a fucking TIFFANY ring! “I never thought I’d find a love like yours, and I did. You deserve nothing but the absolute best, so that’s what you get.” He said proudly. “Now, may I?” He asked, extending his hand that wasn’t holding the ring. You nodded, placing your left hand in his right. “Y/n y/l/n, I love you more than words can ever say, so I hope this little token can say it for me every time you look at it. That being said, will you marry me?” He asked, beaming brightly as tears streamed down your face. “Yes, Ben, yes!” You cried, leaning in and throwing your arms around his neck, jostling your whole body as you did, forgetting Ben was still inside you. “Ow, fuck!” He grunted, you backed up, “Sorry!” You said, stunned. He laughed wildly, “No, love it’s fine! Let’s just, well, separate ourselves first.” He laughed, furrowing his eyebrows at how strange the sentence sounded, both of you shifting your hips so that you were just sitting on his lap. You leaned in and kissed him passionately - your fiancé, it was so French! “I love you so much, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to make you Mrs. Jones.” Ben murmured, running his thumb along your cheek as you parted. “I’m so happy, Ben. This is perfect. I can’t believe I get to spend the rest of this trip - the rest of my LIFE with you. I get to be your wife! I love you.” You felt a fresh bout of tears spill from your eyes, Ben was tearing up too. “Best trip ever, hands down.” He chuckled, “Best trip ever.” You echoed.
