#Ben Shelton

[anneioe]

they are just the cutest🥹🥹

[bennyboyfics]

When in Monte-Carlo || Ben Shelton x fem!reader

A/n: sad Ben lost his match :( also kinda envisioned Alexandra when I wrote this but ofc u don’t have to xx

Wc: 2,296

Warnings: none really

MASTERLIST

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The sun glinted off the Mediterranean, casting a golden sheen over Monaco’s postcard-perfect streets. You’d lived here for years now—long enough for the yachts, the champagne-soaked parties, and the quiet hush of wealth to feel almost mundane. But you still loved early mornings like this: quiet, with only the sea breeze and the promise of possibility.

You adjusted your handbag and wandered along the edge of the court at Monte Carlo Country Club. It wasn’t Grand Prix season, but the courts were alive with energy. A few top players had come early to train for clay season, and while you weren’t here for anyone in particular, watching athletes sharpen their game had always calmed you.

Probably because it reminded you of a lifestyle you’d left behind. You paused near the far court, your eyes catching on someone new. Tall, strong build, left-handed—his serve cracked like thunder. You tilted your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Damn,” you murmured to yourself, watching the ball whiz past the baseline.

“Not bad, huh?” someone beside you said. It was a girl, around your age, grinning at you. “That’s Ben Shelton.” You turned to look again, this time more closely. The name tugged at your memory. American. Young. Big serve. You vaguely remembered him from the last US Open—his energy, his showmanship. But seeing him in person was different.

He was focused, his brows furrowed as he wiped sweat from his face with a towel. When his eyes flicked up and met yours, you thought he’d look away quickly. He didn’t. Instead, he smiled. You felt something spark low in your stomach.

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The next day, the stadium buzzed with energy. You’d dressed simply—white linen trousers, a navy blouse, and your hair pulled back in a soft clip. You weren’t trying to make a statement. But Monaco had other plans. You adjusted your sunglasses and glanced over your shoulder, walking beside someone who—despite your years surrounded by men in designer watches and private yachts—felt entirely new.

Ben Shelton. He was wearing a navy Nike tracksuit, tall and broad-shouldered, with that easy grin and tousled curls that the cameras would no doubt eat up. You hadn’t known him for long—just a day, really. A conversation that began over espresso and sunshine and laughter that felt like you hadn’t had in months.

It was impulsive, maybe foolish, to say yes when he asked if you wanted to walk into the tournament with him. But it was the kind of impulsive that made your heart beat again. You weren’t prepared for the flashing cameras. The moment the two of you stepped out of the black car outside Monte Carlo Country Club, shutters clicked like a storm.

The press had clearly been tipped off. A handful of paparazzi stood behind velvet ropes, shouting names and snapping photos. You hadn’t expected them to care—not about you, not when you weren’t the girlfriend of an F1 star anymore. But you’d underestimated Monaco’s appetite for scandal—and how interesting it might be that you were walking beside a young, rising American tennis star.

“Wow,” Ben muttered beside you, smirking at the crowd before looking at you. “You didn’t tell me they’d be waiting.” “I didn’t know,” you said under your breath, offering a small smile to the cameras. “But… welcome to Monaco.” He chuckled, then leaned in as if sharing a secret. “Guess they think we’re something to talk about.” Before you could respond, you heard your name.

Not from Ben. Not from the cameras. From him.“Didn’t think I’d see you here.” You froze for the briefest moment. Lucien’s voice was like a slap of cold water. When you turned, he was standing a few feet away—hair perfectly coiffed, team-issued polo tight across his chest, sunglasses pushed into his carefully styled hair. Of course he was here.

A local event, off-season press, plenty of social appearances. He never missed a chance to be seen. His gaze slid from your face to Ben’s, taking in the proximity, the matching lanyards, the small smile still playing on Ben’s lips. “You look well,” Lucien said, cool and casual, but there was an unmistakable edge there. You opened your mouth to respond, but Ben moved first.

He stepped closer to you—not possessive, not aggressive, just… there. Solid. Grounding. His hand gently settled at your waist, like it had always belonged there. You felt the heat of his palm through the thin fabric of your blouse. “Hey, man,” Ben said smoothly, tone polite but firm. “Didn’t catch your name.” Lucien raised an eyebrow. “Lucien.”

“Right,” Ben said, his tone neutral, edged with something just shy of dismissive. “I’m Ben.” There was no posturing, no need to impress. Just a cool, effortless confidence that made the moment all the more satisfying. You could feel a smirk tug at the corner of your lips. He didn’t need to say more—didn’t need to. The disinterest was the point.

Lucien’s gaze flickered back to you, settling there with a quiet calculation, like he was trying to piece something together he didn’t quite like. His lips parted, expression deceptively easy. “Last time we went to one of these, you were bored out of your mind.” You tensed, the remark hitting with the precision of someone who knew exactly how to needle you.

Before you could respond, Ben shifted beside you—barely, subtly—but enough. His hand slid lower along your back, fingers brushing just above the curve of your waist. The touch was light, but grounding. Reassuring. Protective. He eased you closer with a slow, deliberate pull until your shoulder met the firm warmth of his chest. Your breath caught.

“She’s been incredible,” Ben said smoothly, eyes still on Lucien but with a note of sincerity meant just for you. “Helping me adjust, giving me insight, keeping me sane during prep for clay season.” Then he looked down at you, voice softening. “I’m lucky to have her with me.” And in that moment, everything stilled. It wasn’t just a line. It didn’t feel rehearsed or convenient or for show.

It felt true, like he wasn’t just saying it for Lucien’s benefit, but because he meant it—even if he hadn’t fully realised it until just then. His eyes lingered on yours a beat too long, and you could feel the weight of it—something protective, something unspoken. It wasn’t possessiveness. It was claiming—but not in the way Lucien had once done, like you were an accessory to be shown off.

This was different. Lucien’s jaw ticked—just a flicker of tension before he masked it with a tight nod. “Well. Enjoy the match.” And without another word, he turned on his heel and disappeared through the VIP entrance, retreating like someone who had just lost ground he didn’t realise wasn’t his anymore. Ben let out a quiet breath beside you.

“You good?” he asked under his breath, head dipping toward yours. You nodded slowly, heart still thudding, the aftershock of tension mixing with the sharp thrill of being chosen—not for optics, not for legacy, but for you. “Better than ever,” you murmured, your voice just barely above a whisper. His smile returned, a little smug, a little satisfied. “He didn’t look happy.”

You laughed, finally, tension breaking. “Neither did you when he showed up.” Ben shrugged. “Didn’t like the way he looked at you. Like he still had some kind of hold.” You gave him a sideways glance. “So you pulled me in front of half of Monaco?” He gave you a sheepish smile. “Well. Yeah.” You shook your head, but the truth was… it felt good. Better than good.

For once, someone was choosing to stand beside you—not for PR, not for appearances, not to show you off. Just because they wanted to be there.

—

You followed Ben to the player’s lounge, tucked behind the main court. The cameras had been left behind, but the whispers were still very much present. People looked—some curious, some surprised. You were still her—Monaco’s former it-girl, the ex everyone had an opinion about. Whether you were yesterday’s news or still relevant in the right circles, you weren’t sure anymore.

But now, apparently, with a new man on your arm. Ben didn’t seem to care. He handed you a water bottle, let his hand brush your waist again when he passed you, and every so often, he’d lean in to murmur something just for you. “You know you’re the most interesting thing in this building right now,” he said once, low and amused. “And I’m about to go play a match.”

You rolled your eyes. “Please, they’re here for you.”“Maybe,” he said, gaze steady. “But I’m here for you.”

—

The match itself was electric. Ben’s energy was infectious—grinning between points, playing with swagger and confidence, feeding off the crowd. But he also kept looking up. At you. Every time he nailed an ace, every time he fought off break point, he found your eyes. The cameras caught it. Of course they did.

By the end of the second set, you could feel your phone buzzing in your bag. Messages. Mentions. Photos, already circulating. Who is the mystery girl with Shelton? Is Ben Shelton dating Monaco socialite Y/n? F1 star’s ex seen cozying up to tennis’s rising star.

You should’ve been anxious. But when Ben closed out the match with a brutal cross-court winner and threw his arms up, your first instinct was to stand, clapping, heart pounding. He looked at you—only you—and winked. And when he jogged off the court, towel around his neck, he made no detours.

He came straight to you. “No impromptu kiss today?” you teased as he approached, cheeks flushed from the heat. Ben grinned, pulling his cap off and running a hand through his curls. “Thought I’d leave something for the next match.” You raised a brow. “Planning to keep this up, then?”

He stepped closer. “You’re not tired of me yet, are you?” You bit your lip, tilting your head. “Not even close.” He glanced down, then looked back into your eyes, voice dropping a notch. “Good. ‘Cause I was serious when I said I liked having you here.”You swallowed. The noise of the crowd blurred in the background.

All you could hear was your own pulse—and him. “Me too,” you said quietly. “It feels good.” He nodded, gaze softening. “You’re more than who you used to be with. And honestly? I think Monaco needs to see this version of you.” You smiled, touched, and just a little shy under his stare. He leaned in. “Walk out with me again?”

“Absolutely,” you said. And when you left the stadium hand-in-hand, cameras flashing, heads turning, and Lucien watching from the corner of the player’s lounge with a bitter expression—well…You didn’t feel like a shadow anymore.

[celebpits]

[sturniolo-triplets]

Ben Shelton on Instagram

[gaybuckybarnesss]

BEN SHELTON Australian Open 2025

[schumi-nadal]

Love this boy 😌

[kitc0nn0r]

[giveafike]

i need a jealous ben fic NOW‼️

TLDR: just normal girlfriend!fem reader x Ben Shelton until you get hit on...

Word count + info: 5.1k! Whole lotta dialogue (lots of jealous/sassy ben and teasing). Mentions of Carlos Antagonist Alcaraz (NO HATE ALL LOVE! I HAD TO PICK SOMEONE, SORRY DONT CRUCIFY ME) Also, lwky wanted to fight y/n in this, idk stop being a bitch lwky.

Warnings + Content Ahead: SFW, jealous ben, possessiveness, neck kisses mentioned - that's about it!

Azzie Notes ✚: WOAH! NO "PLEASE" ANON??? hehe, I'm kidding, you got it. Made a twt btw (azziegivesafike), find me on there. I'll add anon asks there in my bio if you still want to ask stuff without feeling bad <3 but we can talk and yap over there! spoilers on there too.

When this goes up, i should be wrapping up the next Benny post (NSFW)... so keep an eye out! Halloween special coming out on Halloween too! Sorry for starving u guys for so long, but there's stuff on the way!

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Yours - B.T.S.

It's a perfect day in Monte Carlo. The Mediterranean sun blazes bright over the red clay courts and a salty breeze from the sea drifts in on the warm air. The tournament grounds are buzzing with energy, with players, coaches, and friends milling about. You’re seated in the empty stands, overlooking an outdoor practice court as Ben works through his drills. The clay glows a rich terracotta, and each of Ben’s serves echoes powerfully across the court, every stroke executed with his usual, intense focus. Sweat beads on his brow and neck, tiny rivulets rolling down his face, yet his focus never wavers. His damp curls cling to his forehead as he catches his breath between points, his shirt sticking in faint ripples across his torso. You smile, watching him move, not just admiring his talent but also the way he pours himself into every swing, even for a practice session.

You and Ben have been dating for just over a year, and despite both your schedules, you make time to see him, even if it’s only during practice rounds and training. He’s always been strong, both in his love for you and in his commitment to his sport. Having you there seems to centre him; he stands a little taller, pride filling each swing as he puts on a show to make you smile. You, of course, are always proud of him. You see the work and dedication he brings to everything, especially to you. To him, you’re a calm anchor in a sea of intensity, the one he confides in, his steady rock.

Ben’s love for you feels inevitable. Your humour, your intelligence, and your quiet confidence make you a magnetic presence. You’re not just his girlfriend; you’re his best friend, his advisor, the one who helps him open up. You’re his partner in every sense. However, your natural magnetism does bring on many others, and today was no different.

As Ben finishes a rally, you hear the scuff of trainers approaching. You glance up to see Carlos Alcaraz strolling toward you, hands casually tucked in his pockets, his grin as easy as ever, a small bag slung over his shoulder.

“Hey,” he starts, his warm Spanish accent wrapping around the word like a charm. He gestures to the empty seat beside you. “Mind if I join?”

You nod, shifting over slightly. You kept your tone light, you had caught his eye and made small talk before, you weren't one to be starstruck or dazed by now. “Of course, plenty of room, Carlos. How’s your day been?”

Carlos settles in, leaning back with a relaxed sigh. “Just finished my session. This weather’s amazing, a bit warm, no?”

You laugh softly. “It is, isn’t it? I’ve been trying to hide in the shade, I don't know how you tennis players handle the heat.”

Carlos chuckles, casting a look toward Ben as he drills. “Ben’s looking strong out there.”

“He is,” you reply softly, eyes trailing back to Ben with a soft gaze, who, you know, can feel you watching him. Ben's tongue pokes out the side of his mouth as he squats, rocking from one leg to the other as he waits for the next serve, his eyes narrowed across the court. You couldn't help but stifle a small laugh, adoring the image ahead of you.

Carlos leans back, draping his arm casually along the back of your chair, not in a suggestive way but one that feels natural. At least, it doesn't feel like anything. You can't help but notice the closeness but brush it off. Carlos has always been friendly.

“So,” Carlos starts, turning slightly towards you, his dark eyes examining your face, “do you ever get bored watching all this tennis? Being around it every day?” There’s a playful tone to his voice, his dark eyes sparkling.

You laugh lightly, shaking your head as you look back to Carlos. “No, not when it’s Ben. He keeps things interesting and exciting. I love seeing him play”.

Carlos gives you a knowing smile, his eyes holding a hint of mischief, lingering a moment longer than usual. “Ah, yes. Lucky guy,” he says with a grin. “Must be nice to have someone always in your corner.”

“Yeah, I'd like to think so,” you say lightly, shrugging off the comment.

Carlos is charming, but it’s likely just friendly banter. You turn back to Ben, watching as he powers another serve into the clay, the impact sending a cloud of dust into the air. Both you and Carlos take a sharp inhale at the unexpected force of the hit.

You notice Ben’s shoulders tense, his jaw tightening as he catches sight of you watching. He wipes his brow with the back of his hand, and for a moment, his next few shots come off harder than usual, landing dangerously close to the lines, his movements more forceful, even a bit reckless, for a practice session. The ball slams into the ground with a fierce intensity, almost as if he’s competing, trying to prove something. You blink, then shake your head with a small smile. Maybe he’s just having a moment of intense focus.

Carlos clears his throat before returning his eyes to you. “So, will you be staying for long here?” Carlos asks, his tone conversational, yet you feel the conversation lingering on the edge of something more.

“Oh, we’re not sure. Might play it by ear,” you respond, glancing over at him. “How about you?”

“Depends,” he says with a playful shrug. “I may stick around if there’s something interesting keeping me here.”

You giggle politely, assuming he’s talking about tennis, but something in his tone gives you pause. You feel a flicker of unease but push it aside, convincing yourself it’s just your imagination.

Ben, however, is clearly catching on. His next few serves are downright explosive, practically booming throughout the court as the ball hits the clay with an almost competitive edge. When he looks over again, his eyes narrow slightly, his lips pressed into a firm, tight line. His hands are at his sides as he mutters to himself quietly. Between points, he glances your way, brows drawn slightly, muttering to himself just loud enough for you to notice. You catch the faintest pout tugging at his expression like he’s quietly vying for your attention. Between shots, he meets your eyes with a raised brow as if to say, 'Are you watching me?' You stifle a smile and arch an eyebrow back, letting him know you are.

Carlos leans forward, elbows resting on his knees, casually closing the distance a little. “You seem like you’re used to this lifestyle. Like travel, tournaments, attention ..all of it.”

“Yeah, I’ve gotten used to it. It’s a different pace, but I only get to see glimpses of it when I-” you start to say, but your attention is pulled toward Ben, whose movements are starting to change.

Without warning, the ball cracks loudly off his racket, and he sends a blistering forehand down the line with an intensity that seems to echo across the court. His jaw is clenched, his brows furrowed, as he wipes his upper lip with the back of his hand. You blink, momentarily thrown, and struggle to refocus on Carlos, though Ben’s shift in mood has left you a bit unsettled. Is he just having an intense moment of focus, or did something happen to set him off? Whatever it is, his gaze shifts to you more often, dark, narrowed and brooding. You offer a small smile to yourself, more confused than amused, and turn back to Carlos, finishing off where you had left off, though Ben’s presence looms larger than ever.

On the drive back to the hotel, tension sits heavy in the air. Ben tosses his bag into the back seat with more force than necessary, shutting the door a little too hard as he slides into the driver’s seat. You scroll through messages and check in on group chats, but the quiet storm brewing beside you isn’t lost on you. His hands grip the wheel tightly, his jaw is clenched shut, his gaze locked on the road with an intensity that’s hard to ignore. With a sigh, you set your phone on your lap and glance over.

“You know, your forehand was on fire today,” you say, trying to lighten the mood.

He side-eyes you, his tone sassy as his lips pressed in a faint scowl. “Mmm. Sure.”

You raise a brow, undeterred. “Did you enjoy training? You seemed extra… um, focused.”

Ben lets out a sharp exhale, fingers drumming against the steering wheel. “Focused,” he repeats, almost to himself. He’s quiet a moment longer, then shakes his head with a scoff. “Yeah, you could say that.”

You tilt your head, giving him a look. “Alright, spill. What’s up with you?”

Ben’s jaw tenses, and he keeps his eyes forward. “You really didn’t notice?”

“Notice what?”

He kisses his teeth with his tongue, clearly annoyed. “Carlitos,” he says finally, voice clipped. The name practically rolls off his tongue like a curse.

You blink, caught off guard. “Carlos?”

“Yeah. Sitting all close, leaning in, making you laugh,” he grumbles.

“Like he’s some kind of…” He shakes his head, muttering to himself. “Honestly, baby, you couldn’t see through that?”

A small lopsided grin tugs at your lips. “Ben, he was just being friendly.”

“Friendly,” he repeats with a scoff. His voice raises a bit as he glances over to you. “I know exactly what that kind of ‘friendly�� means. That's the kind of 'friendly' I was before I had my hands round you and I-”

"Ben! God, you can't be serious" You stifle a laugh, your jaw dropped as you look at him. Sassy Shelton came out strong today, clearly.

He sighs, running a hand over his face quickly. "Baby, he's not 'friendly'. That’s what he wants you to think. I know guys like him. Hell, I was a guy like him before you gave me a chance. Now he's trying to get your attention-- right in front of me, mind you -- and-”.

“Are you jealous, Ben?”

He gives you a look, eyes narrowed, though the blush creeping up his neck gives him away. “I’m not jealous. Like, the way he was actin’ around you, leanin’ in close, smilin’ too much. He was flirtin’, and you didn’t even notice - I just don’t like seeing some guy try to cozy up to you like that. ” He hesitates, then mutters, “Especially not while I’m right there.”

You chuckle softly, reaching over to place a hand on his arm. “Ben, I think you’re overreacting. Carlos is just... Carlos. It’s nothing.”

Ben shakes his head, still frowning. “You don’t get it. I’ve seen him pull that charm on other girls. He gets all friendly and sweet and cool, but it ain’t just for fun.”

“Well, I’m not other girls,” you say, squeezing his arm gently. “And I’m definitely not interested in anyone else but you.”

He stays quiet for a moment, his jaw working as he chews on your words. Finally, he exhales, his grip loosening slightly on the wheel. “I know… it’s just… I don’t like him thinkin’ he can try somethin’. I didn’t like the way he was lookin’ at you.”

You raise an eyebrow, clearly amused now. "You’re really worked up over this, aren’t you? Were you pouting out there on the court?”

He huffs, looking away, a hint of a smirk breaking through as he rolls his eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

"I wouldn't but here you are, pouting, right in front of me." You tease, your voice lilting as you inch over to his face.

He lets out a deep breath, turning back to the road, his anger melting a bit but still lingering in his words. “I just think he should’ve backed off,” he mutters. “Especially when he knows you're mine".

“Ben, no one’s got my attention like you do. You know that. I'm yours.”

He finally lets out a reluctant smile, though he tries to hide it. “Yeah, well,” he mutters, his tone softer, “good. ‘Cause I don’t plan on sharing.”

The rest of the ride goes by easier as you talk about your own life, people and things, taking Ben's mind off of the court.

Later that evening, as you’re finishing up your skincare routine. The day's events have already faded from your mind, but you know Ben hasn’t completely shaken it off. He’s been quieter than usual since practice ended. Now he’s standing in the doorway, freshly showered, his hair damp, his grey t-shirt hanging loosely on his frame, and pyjama shorts slung low on his hips.

His hands are in his pockets, but his eyes are focused intently on you. He’s got that familiar look, pouty lips, eyes narrowed, the kind of look he gets when he wants to ask something.

You glance at him in the mirror and smile softly. “What’s up?”

Ben doesn’t respond right away. He pushes himself off the doorframe, stepping closer. “So...what did Carlos actually say to you today?” he asks, his voice quiet and soft.

The question catches you a little off guard, surely he can't still be on this. “Carlos?” you echo, frowning slightly. “You mean… earlier, at practice?”

He nods, but there’s no humour in his expression. “Yeah, baby. What’d he say?”

You chuckle softly, turning to face him. “Ben, come on, it was just a friendly chat. It wasn’t like that-”

“I didn’t say it was like that,” Ben cuts in, his voice sharper than usual, his tone still soft as he folds his arms over his broad chest, looking down at your face, almost with pleading eyes. “Just… tell me what he said.”

You hesitate, realising that he’s serious, the playfulness you expected absent. “He was just chatting. You know, we were talking about tennis, the match, practice…” you start, unsure why he’s so worked up. “At one point, he was asking if we, or was it just me? Whatever, asking if we were staying here and I said we haven't decided and then he said something about he might be sticking around. Like, if he found something ‘worthy,’ he’d stay longer or whatever.”

Ben’s jaw clenches, and he shakes his head slowly, bringing a hand up to wipe his face. “Worthy?” he mutters to himself, his expression hardening. His hands are still buried in his pockets, but you can see the tension in his shoulders. “He said that? Like, right to you? Exactly like that?”

You shrug, still not fully understanding why this has him so riled up. “Yeah, but I didn’t think anything of it. He didn’t mean anything-”

“Didn’t mean anything?” Ben interrupts, his voice climbing slightly, his hands waving exasperatedly. He steps closer again, almost looming over you. “He knew what he was sayin’. He knows how he sounds, baby. And you laughed at him.”

You blink, caught off guard. “Wait, you’re mad because I laughed?”

Ben huffs, looking down at you with frustration evident in every line of his body. “No, but babe- I’m mad ‘cause he pulled your attention away from me! You’re there to watch me, not talk to him. But he just slides in there, all smooth, and suddenly you’re caught up in some conversation with him, while I’m bustin’ my ass on court, looking over to see my girl caught my shot only to see some guy leaning over, making eyes at her!”

You bite back a smile at the raw honesty in his voice. He’s not playing games, not teasing, just genuinely upset. “Ben, I wasn’t ignoring you-”

“Well, you weren’t exactly watching me either!” he exclaims, cutting you off again. “I saw you, baby. You weren’t even lookin’ my way.” His voice softens, but it’s filled with frustration, his hand reaching for yours as he holds them, running his thumb over your knuckles. “You’re supposed to be there for me, and he’s over here making you laugh, takin’ your attention like it’s no big deal.”

You sigh, reaching out to rest your hand on his chest, trying to soothe the tension. “Ben, I’m always there for you. He was just making conversation.”

Ben’s eyes narrow and he drops your hands softly. He closes his eyes like he's mulling over everything before he suddenly opens his mouth to mimic Carlos’s voice, clearly irritated. “‘If you find somethin’ worthy, no?’” he says in a poorly executed accent, making you almost burst out laughing. “‘Maybe you’ll stay longer, si?’” He huffs, shaking his head. “What kind of friendly talk is that? He knows what he’s doin’. He talks like that on purpose.”

You can’t help but chuckle at his attempt to copy Carlos, even if you know he’s genuinely upset. “Ben, baby, stop. You’re being ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous?” Ben stares at you, a pout forming on his lips again. “I’m ridiculous for wantin’ my girl to be there for me? For not likin’ that some other guy’s got your eyes on him when they should be on me?"

Your gaze softens as you look up at him and bring a hand up to his face, your thumb tracing a line along his jaw. “Ben, I was paying attention to you. Maybe not in every single moment, but trust me, you had my attention. You always do.”

He still looks unconvinced, his lips pressing into a tight line. “It didn’t feel like it,” he mutters. “Not when I saw you smilin’ at him. Like, really smilin’. I didn’t like it.”

You let out a soft breath, wrapping your arms around his neck, and pulling him closer. “Ben, I don’t care about Carlos. I only care about you.”

His hands finally find your body again, this time resting on your waist as he looks down at you, his eyes still stormy with frustration. “Yeah, well, he’s smooth, babe. And I don’t like sharing your attention with anyone. Not him. Not anyone.”

“Ben, you never have to. I’m all yours,” you reassure him, smiling as he finally relaxes in your arms, nestling himself into your neck as you feel a small smile against your skin, breaking through his earlier frustration. After a few seconds, he pulls away and stares at you for a long moment, then sighs deeply, the tension slowly leaving his body.

“Yeah… I know,” he mutters, sounding defeated but still a little stubborn.

You press a kiss to his cheek, your lips lingering against his skin. “Why don’t you let me help you relax, huh? Come here.”

He reluctantly follows as you guide him to sit on the vanity stool. His pout is still present, but the frustration is starting to ebb away. You grab one of your serums and start gently applying it to his face, massaging it into his skin. He closes his eyes, letting out a quiet sigh as you work on his stress.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” you tease softly, fingers working in small circles along his jawline.

“Yeah, but you love me,” Ben mumbles, his voice soft, his head leaning into your palm.

You smile, brushing your thumb gently over his cheek. “I do love you. But you’ve gotta stop worrying about Carlos. He’s not worth your time.”

Ben doesn’t say anything for a moment, just lets you continue massaging the cream into his skin, the tension slowly draining from his body. After a while, he murmurs, “You think Carlos would wanna try this skincare routine?”

You roll your eyes, chuckling. “Ben, I don’t care what Carlos would want.”

He cracks a smile, his eyes still closed, clearly pleased with your response. “Good. ‘Cause I don’t wanna share that either.”

You laugh softly, pressing a kiss to his lips, his hand finding its way to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. When you finally pull back, you see a small, content smile on his face.

“Feel better?” you ask gently, running your fingers through his damp curls. You gently place yourself on his lap, both of you sitting in front of the vanity mirror, skin glazed and soft.

“Yeah…” he admits quietly, nuzzling into your neck as his arms wrap around your waist. “I just… I just want you all to myself, baby.”

You press another kiss to his forehead, feeling him relax further as you gently play with his hair. “You already have me, silly.”

Ben hums softly, his lips brushing against your neck as he murmurs, “You’re all mine.”

And at that moment, all the jealousy melts away as he buries his face in the crook of your neck once again, smiling softly as your hands work their way through his curls, your touch easing all his frustrations into nothing more than soft, happy sighs and sweet murmurs.

The next day at the court, thinking maybe things have settled. After all, Ben had gotten everything off his chest last night, or so you thought. But the moment you take your seat near the sidelines, you see Carlos already lingering nearby, his eyes lighting up as soon as he spots you. His confident stride brings him over with the same swagger as yesterday, but this time there’s a shift. He’s more deliberate.

“Good morning,” he says, leaning casually on the railing. “Back to watch Ben again, eh?”

You nod, offering a polite smile. “Looking forward to it.” Ben's words and frustrations spin around your head, he wasn't one to overreact or be quick to be jealous, so seeing how upset he was yesterday, you knew this meant a great deal to him. You also felt more suspicious of Carlos, finding lingering undertones in his actions and words.

Carlos leans in, just close enough that you feel a flicker of discomfort. “You know, it must be hard, watching your boyfriend all day in this heat no? You must get so bored. Why don’t you come down to the lounge, we can grab a drink?” His tone is light, but there’s no mistaking the undertone. It’s flirty, persistent, and more than friendly. You can feel it, and it makes you shift in your seat. Ben might've been right to have been so built up about this.

“I’m good, thanks. I'm here for Ben,” your voice firm but still kind. You don’t want to cause a scene, but it’s clear he’s not taking the hint. You look across the court and see Ben shaking his racket a bit, his gaze leaving yours as he stares at the clay under him, his jaw clenched tight.

Carlos chuckles, ignoring the brush-off, his arm lingering along the back of your chair. “One drink can’t hurt, I promise I won’t steal you for too long.”

As he leans closer, you shift in your seat. At that moment, you catch sight of Ben, watching intently from across the court. He’s looking directly at Carlos, his expression sharp. There’s an intensity in his eyes you haven’t seen before, more than competitiveness, it’s protective.

Without hesitation, Ben strides over, his southern drawl thicker than usual. “Carlitos,” he says, each syllable measured, almost mockingly. “She’s with me, man.”

Carlos raises his hands, feigning innocence as he raises his eyebrows and smirks. “Relax, we were only talking.”

“Yeah? Then talk to someone else, she's not interested” Ben replies, his tone leaving no room for debate. Ben steps up onto the ledge, leaning over the rails, facing Carlos eye to eye.

“Alright, no harm. See you around.” Carlos smirks but backs off, tossing a wink your way before he leaves. Ben watches him retreat, his expression firm, his hand gripping the rail. His eyes are still trained on the Spaniard’s back, and you can see the fire in them.

“Ben,” you murmur softly, reaching for his arm, trying to calm him. “I told him I wasn’t interested.”

His gaze softens as he looks down at you. “I saw him, babe. Too close.” His accent draws out each word slowly, his voice still tight with frustration. “I don’t like the way he was lookin’ at you.”

“I handled it,” you say gently, standing up to face him. “And besides, I’m not interested in anyone but you. He was just trying to get under your skin.”

Ben’s gaze softens slightly, but there’s still that protective edge to him. His hand moves to your waist, pulling you a little closer. “I don’t care what he was tryin’ to do. He doesn’t get to talk to you like that. Not when you’re mine.”

You smile softly, resting a hand on his chest, feeling the tension slowly drain from him. “I’ve always been yours, Ben. You don’t have to worry about anyone else.”

He leans down, pressing his forehead against yours for a moment, eyes closing as he exhales a shaky breath. “I know… I just hate seein’ anyone think they can….” His voice trails off, and he sighs, pulling you closer. You can feel his body start to relax, but there’s still an underlying frustration there. His hand tightens on your waist, the rail holding distance between you two and before you can say anything else, he sighs.

“I don’t want you sittin’ there no more,” he mutters, “You’re gonna stay with me.”

It’s not up for debate, he’s made his decision. And honestly, you don’t mind. He helps you come onto the court, holding you tight as he presses a kiss to your temple. Being by Ben’s side feels right, especially when he’s feeling this protective. You settle next to him, his arm draped over your shoulders, as he goes through the rest of his training. “Come on,” he murmurs. “Stay by me on my bench today, baby.”

After practice, Ben takes you to the player lounge. He’s quieter than usual, but you can tell he’s still stewing over Carlos. His leg bounces nervously as he sits beside you, his arm never leaving your waist. The lounge is almost completely silent, but all Ben can focus on is making sure Carlos doesn’t come anywhere near you again.

“Ben,” you say softly with a gentle smile, resting a hand on his bouncing knee, trying to ground him. “It’s over. He’s not gonna try anything. You made yourself clear.”

He lets out a frustrated breath, biting the inside of his cheek. “He better not.”

You tilt your head, watching him with a small smile. “You’re so worked up over this, huh?”

Ben glances at you, his lips tightening for a second before he sighs. “I just….” He trails off again, clearly struggling to find the words. “You’re mine, baby. That's all.”

You bite back a smile at the possessiveness in his voice. It’s extremely rare for Ben to be this openly jealous, but when it happens, it’s kind of adorable. You lean closer, your fingers brushing over the curls at the nape of his neck. “You don’t need to get all worked up. I only have eyes for one man.”

His body visibly relaxes at your words, the tension in his shoulders easing as you play with his hair. Ben’s cheeks flush slightly at the softness of your touch, and his eyes flicker to yours.

“Yeah?” he murmurs, his voice quieter now, almost vulnerable.

“Yeah,” you whisper back, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth softly. “Only you, Ben.”

For a moment, he just stares at you, a small smile tugging at the edges of his lips before it breaks into that gummy smile you know and love, his cheeks tinting a slight shade of pink. His hand comes up to cup your cheek gently, and he leans into the kiss, pressing his lips against yours in a way that’s sweet and slow. It’s like he’s pouring all of his emotions into that one moment, letting go of all the tension that’s been building up.

After Ben pulls back from the kiss, his forehead resting against yours, you smile and gently run your fingers through his curls. He looks so at peace, the tension from earlier melting away, but you can’t resist teasing him a little.

“I didn’t know you could get so jealous,” you say with a playful grin.

Ben huffs a soft laugh, his eyes narrowing playfully as his cheeks flush. “I wasn’t that jealous,” he mumbles, but the way he bites his lower lip, the slight embarrassment in his voice, tells you otherwise.

“Oh really?” You arch a brow, leaning in closer so your lips brush the shell of his ear. “You didn’t sound jealous at all when you called him ‘Carlitos,’ like you were ready to throw him onto the court.”

Ben's blush deepens, and he buries his face in your neck, hiding his smile as you giggle. “Okay, maybe a little jealous,” he admits, his voice muffled against your skin. “But I don’t like guys like him hangin’ around you.”

You laugh softly, your fingers still toying with his curls as he nuzzles deeper into your neck, clearly flustered. “You’re so possessive, Ben,” you tease, your voice warm and affectionate. “It’s kind of cute.”

At that, Ben lets out a breathy, almost bashful chuckle, his lips brushing against your neck as he tries to stifle his own laughter. “Stop,” he mumbles, the smile evident in his voice. “You’re gonna make me blush even more.”

You tilt your head slightly, giving him better access to your neck, and he takes the invitation, pressing the softest, sweetest kisses against your skin. His lips linger there, warm and tender, as his arms wrap tighter around your waist. You feel his breath hitch as he tries not to laugh again, but his amusement bubbles up, and he giggles softly against your neck.

The sound makes your heart melt. Seeing Ben, so often confident and fiery, acting like this, soft, almost giddy in your arms, is a side of him that you absolutely adore and could never take for granted. You smile, feeling his giggles vibrate against your skin as his face stays tucked into your neck, hiding the full blush on his cheeks.

“Who knew the big, tough Ben Shelton could be so shy,” you tease gently, kissing the top of his head.

“Only around you,” he murmurs, his voice low but filled with affection as he pulls you even closer. His lips graze your neck again, lingering longer this time, and you can feel the smile still tugging at his lips.

He nuzzles further into the crook of your neck, his breath warm and steady now, no longer trying to hide his soft laughter. “I guess I do get a little jealous,” he finally admits, his voice quieter now. “I just don’t want anyone else thinkin’ they can have what’s mine.”

You smile and lean your head against his, pressing a kiss to his temple. “I’m always yours, Ben,” you whisper softly.

His body relaxes even more at your words, and he lets out a contented sigh. “Good,” he murmurs, still nestled into your neck, his face still rosy but his heart at ease. “Because I’m not lettin’ go.”

[not-magdi]

-by your side / ben shelton

Warnings: None ;)

Words: 946

Reading Time: 3min 42sec

Request: Hii could you an imagine where reader and Ben are at a family gathering/party with Ben family and he is very clingy (not in a bad way obviously) and reader is kinda shy cause his family is there but that doesn’t stop him from being attached to her (can you make it extra cute pleaseee) that would be very great thanks

Thank you for requesting !

MASTERLIST

The evening was warm, the golden hues of the setting sun casting a soft glow over the backyard. Laughter echoed through the air, mixing with the distant sound of a grill sizzling and the faint melody of music playing from a speaker on the patio. Ben’s family was in their element—talking over one another, swapping stories, and passing around plates of food as if they hadn’t seen each other in years.

Y/N loved these gatherings. She had always admired the way Ben’s family made her feel welcome from the very first barbecue she attended, treating her like she had always belonged. Over the years, she had grown more comfortable, even picking up on the inside jokes and family traditions. But despite how much she enjoyed being here, she still wasn’t quite used to one thing.

Ben’s absolute refusal to leave her side.

She wasn’t complaining—not really. She loved being with him, loved the way he could turn any situation into something lighthearted and fun. But tonight? He was extra clingy.

“Ben,” she whispered, nudging him with her elbow.

He barely reacted, his arm still wrapped firmly around her waist as he stood beside her. He had been glued to her like this all night, holding onto her like she might disappear at any moment.

He let out a hum of acknowledgment but made no move to step away.

She tilted her head to look up at him, amusement dancing in her eyes. “Are you planning on letting me breathe at some point tonight?”

Ben gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. “Wow. So ungrateful.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, biting back a smile. “I’m not ungrateful. I just think your family might want some of your attention.”

“They can have my attention anytime,” he said with a smirk, pulling her a fraction closer. “You, on the other hand? I only get to see you in this dress for one night.”

Y/N felt her cheeks warm at his words. She had put in a little extra effort tonight—just a simple sundress, nothing too fancy—but Ben had been subtly (and not-so-subtly) complimenting her all evening, making it very clear how much he appreciated the look.

“Ben,” she muttered, glancing around as if someone might overhear.

“What?” he said, feigning innocence. “It’s not my fault you look really, really good tonight.”

She shook her head with a quiet laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you love it,” he countered smoothly.

Before she could respond, a voice called out from across the yard.

“Ben, stop clinging to Y/N and come help with the drinks!”

It was his cousin, Jake, standing by the cooler with an exasperated expression. A few other family members snickered, clearly entertained by Ben’s refusal to let go of her.

Ben groaned dramatically, as if he were being asked to do something truly unbearable. “You see what I have to deal with?” he muttered to Y/N, tightening his grip for just a second before sighing heavily.

Y/N chuckled, nudging him playfully. “Go, before they start plotting ways to drag you over there.”

Ben narrowed his eyes at her. “You just want me to leave so you can flirt with my family while I’m gone.”

She blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

“I’ve seen the way my grandma looks at you,” he said, voice low and conspiratorial. “I leave for one second, and suddenly you’re her new favorite grandchild. I’m being replaced before my very eyes.”

Y/N let out a laugh, shaking her head. “You’re so dramatic.”

“Dramatic? Or correct?”

“Go,” she said, giving him a gentle shove in the direction of his cousin.

He sighed heavily, as if it physically pained him to step away. But before he left, he leaned in, his lips brushing against her temple. “Don’t move,” he murmured. “I’ll be back before you even miss me.”

Y/N fought the warmth creeping up her neck as he finally walked away, shaking her head as she watched him go.

God, he was impossible.

And yet, she did love it.

A few minutes passed, and Y/N found herself seated at one of the patio tables, sipping on a cold drink as she chatted with Ben’s aunt. The conversation was light and easy—until a familiar presence settled beside her, pressing against her side once again.

“See? Told you I wouldn’t be gone long,” Ben said, as if he had just survived some grueling separation.

Y/N sighed, turning to him with an amused look. “Ben, you were gone for five minutes.”

“Five agonizing minutes,” he corrected, slipping his arm back around her waist like it belonged there.

She shook her head. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And yet,” he said, grinning, “you’re still here.”

She bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile. She could argue, could tease him about his clinginess, but the truth was—she liked being here. She liked the way he leaned into her, liked the warmth of his arm around her waist, liked the way he made her feel like the most important person in the room.

So instead of pushing him away, she simply sighed, resting her head lightly against his shoulder.

Ben immediately melted. “Oh? So we’re being soft now?” he teased.

“Shut up,” she muttered, her face warm.

His laughter was soft, his grip tightening just slightly. “Not a chance.”

Across the yard, Ben’s mom caught sight of them and shook her head fondly. “He’s always been like this,” she mused to Ben’s aunt.

His aunt chuckled. “Yeah, but I think it’s worse with her.”

Neither Y/N nor Ben noticed the exchange. They were too caught up in their own little world.

And neither of them would have it any other way.

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Hope you enjoyed it! ❤️

[bennyboyfics]

Instagram live || Ben Shelton x gf!reader

Summary: You and Ben have kept your relationship a secret for 4 years now until one morning when you decide to do an Instagram live

Wc: 1,535

Warnings: slightly suggestive content if u squint

MASTERLIST

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You stir slightly in your sleep, faintly aware of light kisses peppering your arm. The warmth of Ben’s lips against your skin coaxes a smile from you before you’ve even opened your eyes. “Good morning, baby,” he murmurs, his morning voice low and husky, sending a comforting warmth through you.

You turn to face him, the sight of his tousled curls and sleepy grin making your heart flutter. Leaning in, you place a soft kiss on his cheek. His lips stretch into a smile, the dimple in his left cheek making an appearance. Without hesitation, his strong arms snake around your waist, pulling you closer into his chest. Neither of you wants to leave the cocoon of warmth you’ve built together, tangled under the covers.

“I’m going to shower,” you whisper against the curve of his neck, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. His hands move to rest on your hips, his thumbs gently massaging the soft fabric of your pyjamas. “Can I join?” he teases, his tone playful but filled with intent. His grin widens, and you can’t help but let out a small laugh.

“I fear if you do, we won’t make it out of the bathroom anytime soon,” you reply, smirking as you push yourself up to sit on the edge of the bed. Ben groans dramatically, flopping back onto the pillows as you walk away. His hand catches yours before you get too far, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “I wouldn’t mind,” he calls out, his laughter chasing you as you flip him off over your shoulder, not even bothering to turn around before you close the bathroom door.

The warm spray of water eases you into full wakefulness as you let it cascade over your skin. Wrapping yourself in a fluffy white towel, you squeeze the excess water from your hair and begin brushing your teeth. You’re mid-thought when you hear the bathroom door creak open.

Turning your head slightly, you see Ben saunter in wearing nothing but boxers, his curly hair even messier than before. He smirks as he approaches you, his arms immediately wrapping around your towel-clad body. You lean back into him, tilting your head to meet his gaze in the mirror. “Morning breath and all,” you joke, your mouth frothy with toothpaste, making him chuckle.

“You’re still the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he says softly, kissing the side of your temple. Rolling your eyes with a smile, you bend over to spit out the toothpaste, but Ben takes the opportunity to jokingly grind against you. “Ben!” you gasp, bursting into laughter as you straighten up.“What? I couldn’t resist,” he says innocently, though his mischievous grin gives him away.

You swat at his chest, but his boyish laugh is contagious, and soon you’re both grinning like idiots. Standing on your tiptoes, you loop your arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. The warmth of his lips against yours feels like home, and when you pull away, you place one last peck on the corner of his mouth. “I feel like making pancakes,” you muse, applying lip balm as he turns on the shower. “Blueberries or chocolate chips?”

“Chocolate chips, obviously,” he says with a grin, his dimples deepening. “Good choice,” you reply, giving him a thumbs-up before heading back to the bedroom to get dressed. Pulling back the curtains, you’re greeted by the sight of dark, moody clouds hanging over the Brooklyn skyline. A cosy smile spreads across your face at the thought of spending a lazy day indoors, cuddled up with Ben and rewatching Harry Potter movies for the hundredth time.

Once downstairs, an idea sparks in your mind. It’s been a while since you’ve gone live on Instagram, and a cosy morning like this feels like the perfect time. Setting your phone against the fruit bowl, you start the livestream. “Hey, guys!” you greet, your smile lighting up the screen as thousands of viewers quickly join. Chatting with your fans, you start gathering ingredients for pancakes, casually answering questions as you work.

Minutes later, you hear Ben’s footsteps descending the stairs. Clad in just grey sweatpant, he spots you immediately. Your back is to him, and you’re mid-sentence, animatedly chatting about the gloomy weather. Always one for surprises, Ben sneaks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You let out a startled yelp, jumping slightly.

“Fucks sake, Ben, you scared me!” you exclaim, spinning around to glare at him. His face is split into a grin, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement as he leans down to pepper kisses along your cheek and jaw. Your hands instinctively come up to rest on his forearms, but then it hits you—you’re still live. “Oh, shit,” you mutter under your breath, freezing in place. “What?” Ben asks, confused by your sudden stillness.

You glance toward your phone, silently cursing yourself when you see the camera pointed directly at you two. Thousands of people are watching. “I’m live on Insta,” you whisper, tilting your head up to meet Ben’s wide-eyed stare. He turns his head to the screen, realising he’s been caught. “Oh. Uh, hey…” he says awkwardly, waving at the camera as a flush creeps up his neck.

You burst into laughter, unable to hold it back. “Smooth, Shelton,” you tease as he runs a hand through his curls.“I’m gonna put on a shirt,” he says, quickly retreating up the stairs. Left alone, you turn back to the camera, the comments exploding with excitement. Fans are frantically asking about Ben, with many joking about his deer-in-headlights expression.

A minute later, Ben returns, now wearing a hoodie, looking a little more put-together. “Well, I guess the secret’s out,” he says with a sheepish grin, taking your hand as he reads through the comments. “How long have you two been together?” he reads aloud, glancing at you for confirmation. “Three years now, right?” you say, smiling as he nods. “Yep. Four this September,” he adds, his voice filled with quiet pride.

You lean against him, resting your head on his bicep as you scroll through the comments. One comment catches your attention: “The way he looks at you, though!” Looking up, you find Ben staring down at you with a soft, adoring smile. “What?” you ask, laughing shyly. “Nothing,” he replies, shaking his head as he picks up the spatula to take over the pancake-making.

Eventually, the pancakes are ready, and you prepare to end the live. “Alright, guys, we’re gonna eat now. Thanks for hanging out with us! Bye!” As you end the stream, you and Ben share a knowing look before bursting into laughter. He pulls you into a hug, kissing your forehead.

“At least we don’t have to keep hiding anymore,” he murmurs, and you nod, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. “Yeah,” you agree, leaning into him. “It feels good to just be us.”

[nerdymakertimemachine]

[sturniolo-triplets]

Ben Shelton on Instagram

[dyclerc]

For the Ben fans!

[carlitosalcaritos]

out of context Carlos Alcaraz

[fritzes]

ben shelton's reaction to beating flavio cobolli for the first time

[yoongelectric]

Up and Down - Ben Shelton

pairing: ben shelton x fem!reader

genre: super fluffy, angst, smut, exes to lovers

warnings: pet names, unprotected sex, p in v, breeding kink, fingering, nipple play, riding, i think that’s it

summary: you get stuck in an elevator with the one that got away

notes: sorry for making you wait, i ended up changing a lot of things. English isn’t my first language

It has been more than a year since your breakup with Ben, your relationship had started innocently, when he came to your house to hang out with your brother, and you stole glances at each other when he was distracted, Ben secretly looked forward to those rare occasions when you spent time with them, when you watched movies together and if he was lucky maybe you would lay your head on his shoulder, or when the three of you had to go grocery shopping and you would seat in the passenger seat next to him, or when in the middle of a conversation he made you laugh. one day he decided that he wanted to be able to experience those things every day so he asked you out, one date turned into two and soon you were inseparable, your brother used to half joke about how you had stolen his best friend and threatened Ben saying that if he ever hurt you he would beat him up.

But all good things come to an end, they say, and after two years of dating, Ben's career began to get in the way, long training sessions and constant trips made it impossible for you two see each other. On top of that, you were no longer the main priority in Ben's mind, not showing up on dates or forgetting important days became more and more usual for him. So one day with pain in your heart you decided to end things, you knew that you both loved each other, and although it was probably one of the hardest things you had ever done you knew it was the best for both of you, you didn't want him to pay less attention to his career now that it was starting to take off, but you weren't going to sacrifice your happiness just to wait for him to have time for you.

You're doing fine, you're studying the career of your dreams, you have a good job, a quiet life and wonderful friends who help you not think about Ben, and maybe that's the reason why you’re doing fine, you don't think about ben, you don't see ben, the only news you have about him is when your brother proudly tells you how well he's doing in tennis, and it makes you happy, it's what you always wanted for him, to be successful in what he loves the most, but when you're alone with your thoughts you can't help but think about how things would be if you had fought more for your love, what it would be like to live your joys together, and support each other when things were not so good, but you convince yourself that you are better off this way, because you’ll never know if you would’ve been able to overcome that rough patch in your relationship.

and here you are, getting ready for your brother's birthday, he had told you earlier that Ben was going to be there and you had psychologically prepared yourself all afternoon for the moment you would see him for the first time since you broke up, you told everyone that it was fine, you’d ended up things on good terms and you didn't hold a grudge against him, you didn't feel anything for ben other than a nice memory, but secretly you were wearing just his favorite color, you had styled your hair the way you knew he liked it and you had looked at your outfit in the mirror hundreds of times hoping ben would find you attractive, there are things that never change at the end of the day.

The night was going smoothly, when Ben arrived you greeted him politely with a slight smile and continued having small talk with your aunt, obviously the questions didn't take long to come, what happened for you to broke up? Was there anyone else? How does it feel to see him here? You avoided them as best you could but they left you feeling an uncomfortable pang in your chest. The night went by and each drink made you overthink your decisions over and over again, so you decided to say goodbye to your closest circle and return home before doing something you would regret.

When they were about to close completely, the elevator doors opened up again, letting in ben’s tall figure, who looked at you surprised, with a pleased smile, you're not sure if that was the same expression he received from you.

"Hey, y/n, leaving already? We didn't have much chance to talk there" Ben tried to break the ice.

"Yeah, I have a bit of a headache so I preferred to go home" you lied, obviously you wouldn't tell him that you couldn't stand seeing him and not being together.

"oh i understand, maybe you need some sleep"

"yeah maybe..." you tried to say something else but you didn't really know what, you fell into an awkward silence, unusual for the two of you.

and as if life was playing a joke on you, you felt the elevator stop, you pressed the button for the ground floor several times but it was useless, you wouldn’t move.

"We can't be stuck here," you said, switching between pressing the stop and go button and the one for the floor you were going to.

"Relax, I'll call your brother so he’ll tell the maintenance guys."

The call gave you two the worst news, no one would go that late at night on a saturday to fix an elevator, so you would have to wait for the system to work again.

The two of you sat on the floor in silence, looking at the ceiling, at the floor anywhere but at each other, it was strange how something as familiar as being alone together now produced such discomfort inside you.

you heard ben laugh bitterly

"What's so funny?" You asked, playing with your necklace, an old habit you had when you were nervous.

"Nothing, I just never thought I'd need to be stuck in an elevator to be alone with you."

His remark making you feel even more uneasy.

"I don't think that's the case" you avoided his comment, looking away.

"y/n, I'm not stupid, I see that you're nervous, I know it bothers you being here with me" he paused to look at you for the first time in several minutes "I'm surprised that this is what we are like now"

"It doesn't bother me being here with you, Ben, it bothers me not knowing what to do."

"what do you mean?"

"You were literally my person for two years, we always connected on another level, and now we can't have a conversation for 5 minutes, I hate feeling like I don't know you"

"y/n, you are the one who’s been avoiding me all night, pretending you don't know me when you are the person who knows me best in the world" Ben approached you trying to hold your hand gently "I know it's my fault, I was the one who lost you, but things don't have to be like this"

"but they are, there’s nothing to do" you finally looked at him "some things belong to the past"

"I miss you, Y/n, I miss us, I know I didn't take care of you like I should have, but I don't think that our relationship is something of the past, I can fix things you know."

"There is nothing to fix, you have other priorities in life and that's okay, I'm not going to get in the way of your career"

"do you ever think about me?, tell me the truth, because I think about you all the time, every time I win a match and you’re the first person i wanna call, or when I watch some movie that you like and I remember the comments you would make, specially at night when the bed feels too big" Ben moved even closer to you "please tell me you still think about me, y/n”

"i do, but that doesn't matter-" your words were cut off by ben's lips on yours

He held you by the neck, kissing you as if he’d never had to stop doing it, the kiss felt intense, full of emotions that hadn’t surfaced for a whole year.

"It does matter, Y/N, before we didn't know how to handle things, but maybe now we can" Ben murmured against your lips.

"What if we can't? I don't want to feel like someone you only remember when you have nothing else to do again" A single tear fell down your cheek, which Ben was quick to wipe away with his thumb while holding your face.

"You were never that for me, y/n, it was a difficult time and i neglected you, i admit that, but I swear that will never happen again, i know how it feels like to loose you completely". ben smiled sadly

This time it was you who leaned in to kiss him, the desperation of finding something to hold onto to believe him invading your senses, Ben grabbed your waist trying to stick you to him but the position you were in, sitting side by side, made it impossible.

"Can you come here?" He patted his lap so you sat on top of him.

When you straddled him you felt his arms wrap you in a hug, clinging you to him as if even the slightest distance hurt him. He laid his head on your shoulder, inhaling the scent of your hair. You stayed like that for a while until he looked up again, his eyes full of love.

"god, you're so beautiful, i missed you"

“I missed you too, you have no idea” you pouted as you ran your hand through his brown curls, a habit that lingered over time.

You felt him reach out to kiss your neck, leaving wet kisses all over your sensitive spots, Ben's movement taking you aback momentarily but making you loose yourself in him right away, your hand in his hair caressing and gently pulling his locks as your back arched over his chest.

His hands came down to grab your hips, pressing you onto his growing erection, making you moan softly.

"Sorry, tell me to stop if you want" Ben whispered, kissing the skin the neckline of your top left visible.

"Please don't" you said looking down.

“good,” you heard ben grunt as he rolled your skirt up and grabbed your bare ass, urging you to buck your hips onto his, and again, and again, his hands guiding your movements hard onto it, his hard cock feeling so good against your clothed clit, but the friction quickly feeling too little. You gently bit his shoulder, pressing harder on him, but it was useless.

"ben, please, i need more"

Ben looked into your eyes, smiling devilishly, he raised your hips slightly to have easy access to your pussy, running a finger all over it, your hips pushed down onto his finger, your back arching, head falling back and your hands resting on his shoulders needing to grab something.

“ben, take them off” you said making him look up and kissing him again.

He pushed your panties to the side, without removing them yet, he poked a finger at your entrance trying to collect your wetness, hissing at the amount of your juices he found there.

"shit, I want to fuck you so bad"

Ben looked at you once more, lips red and swollen from his ministrations, your hair messy and a slight shine in your eyes.

"then do it, baby, I can't wait, Ben" this time you were the one who went down to kiss his neck, sucking hard, you were sure to leave marks but at this moment you didn't care, you felt Ben's hand twitch on your hip and a growl escape his mouth, it was amazing how after a year being apart you still knew all his weak points, maybe because you were one yourself

"Not yet, princess, we have to get you ready."

"Ok, but make it quick, what if the elevator starts working again?"

Ben laughed softly "we'll have to continue in my bed then."

You smiled at him but your face turned into one of pleasure when Ben began to draw figure eights on your pussy, keeping your hips still so he could please you just the way he wanted.

"Take off your top, baby" as soon as you left your breasts bare, Ben's mouth attacked them, skillfully licking your nipples, sucking and letting his teeth delicately graze that sensitive area.

Ben slid two fingers into your entrance, pumping them in and out reaching all the places inside you that made you see stars, his other hand releasing your hip as he licked his thumb to circle your clit.

You were making a mess on his fingers and you could hear the noise of your wetness getting pushed in and out of you.

"ben, it’s okay, fuck me, please, I need you, I need your cock"

ben nodded his head releasing his dick from its confinement, you suddenly remembered his size, once he was inside of you, you felt perfectly full, stretched, but it was true that it had taken you a few months during your relationship to get used to his length and girth.

"you ready, pretty?" You nodded and looked at him, legs spread, leaning back slightly, giving his member a few strokes before he grabbed you to help you sit on his cock he looked so attractive you couldn't think about anything else.

you let his dick in inch by inch, but halfway through you felt it was too much, the stretch hurting between your legs.

your face of discomfort didn’t go unnoticed by ben

"y/n are you okay? did I hurt you or something?" He spoke worriedly while holding your waist to help you support your own weight.

You nodded and rested your head on the crook of his neck before speaking, a little embarrassed

"I'm fine, it's just that, your dick is big and I haven't had..." you looked at him with reddened cheeks.

"since we broke up?" Ben asked trying to sound understanding, but the smile he had to contain was noticed by you.

"don't smile like that, I just need to adjust to the size, be a little patient with me"

"all the patience in the world, love, just tell me when you're ready" he gave a soft peck on your shoulder.

"can you take this off?" you asked as you grabbed the hem of his shirt.

Ben removed the garment in one motion allowing you to cling onto his skin, breathing through your nose and taking in the rest of him.

“you’re doing great, y/n, just tell me when you can move.”

The pain soon turned into pleasure and you soon began to feel that need for more friction in your lower stomach, you moved your hips up until only the tip was inside and you let yourself fall, Ben's deep growl making your walls tighten around his cock, you repeated your movements over and over again until your legs began to shake, his mouth changing between kissing your breasts, your neck or your lips, soon neither of you had the energy for anything but trying to reach your climaxes, holding each other and moaning into each other's mouths, you were so close but your legs had less and less strength.

"ben, can you?-"

A scream escaped your mouth when Ben placed his heels on the floor and, holding your hips, began to fuck you right in that delicious pace that he’d always known how to give you.

"Is this what you wanted, beautiful? you wanted me to fuck you good?"

"gosh, ben, so so so good, I missed this so much"

"I missed you, I love you so much"

Ben held you close, so lovingly, contrasting with the violent thrusts he was giving your pussy over and over again.

The knot in your stomach formed quickly and white spots appeared around your eyes.

"love, I'm close" your hips began to meet his movements, your clit rubbing against Ben's pelvis making your head spin.

“let go, cum for me, tell me, y/n, who makes you feel this good?”

The tension in your stomach snapped, your entire body shivered and all the nerves in your body woke up, you made a mess of juices on his dick.

"Shit, Ben you make me feel this good, there's no one like you."

You didn't know what you were saying, you were just thinking about the time you’d missed all of this, the time you lost each other.

When you came down from your high, Ben started his thrusts again, becoming more erratic and his moans less controlled.

"y/n I'm gonna cum, where do you want it?"

Your head was full of possibilities, but you felt so good like this, so comfortable, so safe, that you didn't want to move, you didn't want to lose contact.

"Finish inside, I don't want you to get out of me, Ben"

"damn, you're the best thing that ever happened to me"

Ben's hips stopped inside you, pressing hard as you felt his white seed paint your walls.

His head fell onto your shoulder with a grunt of pleasure and exhaustion, hugging you tightly, as if you were going to disappear if he didn’t hold you close. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his head, enjoying the contact that you’d only now realized how much you missed.

“I love you, Ben, i’m sorry for leaving like that,” you whispered in his ear.

"I let you go, I should have never ever taken you for granted, y/n, please be mine again."

You grabbed his head to make him look at you and you left a tender kiss on his cheek.

"I think all this shows you that my answer is yes"

"Thank you, baby, I swear you won't regret it, I'll take care of you the way you deserve"

"I know I won't regret it, love."

tiredness began to take over you, so Ben gently took you away from him, telling you to get dressed, that he would wake you up when the elevator worked again.

and you don't know when that happened, but the next morning you woke up clinging to him in his bed, right where you should have always been.