NHL Imagines

Ben Hutton

This one has smut so if you don't like that stuff, then I'd suggest you don't read this part😂
Credit to carey-pricemas
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Originally posted by strmedaddy
Alright boys and girls another smut! So once again if you don't like this kind of thing, please don't read! Up next we have: Future Captain Morgan Rielly!
Warning: sex, smut, smexy time
Anon Request: Can you do a Ben Hutton imagine/smut? I just really love him
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              You leaned against the doorframe, staring at your boyfriend. He was lying spread out, face down on the bed, his suit in a pile on the floor.
              "It's not that bad" you said, trying to be sympathetic. Ben moaned, his face still pressed into the comforter. "At least you didn't end as the worst team in the league." Ben turned his head to the side to look at you.
              "At least the Avs knew there was no hope for the playoffs." He then pushed his face back into the bedding. You sighed and entered the room and climbed on the bed, straddling Ben's hips. Your hands moved to his shoulders and kneaded gently.
              "You think that team gave up hope?" you asked. Ben shrugged, but you could feel his muscles relaxing. "You're not dumb. They fought tooth and nail even at the end." You were both silent a few minutes as you massaged his back. "It's not the end of the world, you know. So you didn't make playoffs this year. There's always next year."
              "Unless I get traded." You rolled your eyes.
              "I would like my boyfriend back please. The happy go lucky guy I fell in love with."
              "He's gone. Dead. Just like our hopes for playoffs."
              "I'm going to punch you" you warned. You felt Ben's body shake with laughter under you. "See? Was that so hard?"
              "What? Laughing?"
              "Yeah!" Ben chuckled again but didn't respond. You bent down and pressed a kiss on the back of his neck. "I'm so proud of you, Ben Hutton. You could be the worst player in the league and I'd still be super proud of you."
              "Love you" Ben mumbled.
              "I love you too, Goofy." You pressed another kiss to his neck before sliding your lips down his back, leaving a trail of kisses and making Ben shudder. You grinned as Ben peeked up at you. You pressed one final kiss to the small of his back, right above his boxers. His eyes darkened and before you knew it, you were on your back and Ben was hovering above you.
              You gave a breathy laugh as he stared at you, running his hands through your hair.
              "Thanks for believing in me."
              "Always, Ben Hutton." He bent down and kissed you. One hand continued to run through your hair while the other slid up and down your side. You moaned into his mouth as his thumb brushed against the sensitive skin on your breasts.
              "I like the shirt" he said against your mouth. "But I don't think I said you could wear it. I might need it back."
              "Ben?" you whispered back. He raised an eyebrow. "Quit talking and start working." Ben chuckled and pulled the hem of your (read: his) shirt up over your head before tossing it to the floor.
              He pulled back, sitting on his heals to look at you, your hair spread over the pillows and mostly naked in his bed.
              "Damn I'm a lucky guy" he said.
              "Ben" you laughed, tugging on his arms to bring him back to you. He rested his weight on his elbows, body pressing lightly against yours. He opened his mouth to once again say something when your fingers ran through his curls, yanking them hard to bring his mouth down to your own.
              You loved Ben, you really did, but sometimes he just didn't get the hint.
              You bit down on his lip gently as he kissed you, your tongue tracing the seam of his lips. His hands moved to your breasts, fingers tweaking your nipples into hard peaks. You moaned into his mouth as pleasure shot through you.
              You arched your back into his chest as his hands slid further down your body. The hard muscles rubbed against your taut nipples making you moan once again. Ben's lips pulled from your own and slid down the column of your neck, nipping the skin gently.
              Your hands were running up and down the muscles of Ben's back, fingers digging in gently with every nip and kiss.
              "Ben" you moaned as his hands moved to the waistband of your panties. His fingers dipped inside, gently tugging at the elastic. Your hips arched off the bed and Ben took that moment to slowly slid them down your legs and toss them on the ground. Your hands moved to his boxers, rubbing his length through the material before pulling on his own elastic. Ben leaned back once more and pulled them down, kicking them off in the same direction as the rest of your clothes.
              "God you're beautiful" he murmured.
              "Ben stop talking" you said. He fell back on top of you, his lips finding your own once more. Your legs wrapped around his waist and you arched into him.
              He opened his mouth once more and you shot him a warning look before kissing him. Ben grasped blindly at his nightstand, finally finding the knob on the drawer. He slid it open and continued his search for his box of condoms. He finally pulled back and looked at the drawer, easily grabbing a foil packet.
              You plucked it from his hands and tore it open. He quirked an eyebrow, but sat back and watched you with dark eyes as you slid the condom down his shaft. As soon as it was in place, Ben lined himself up at your entrance.
              "Ben" you whined, lifting your hips. Ben hovered above you, sliding into you slowly. You both moaned as he bottomed out, filling you fully. "Ben" you breathed. He smiled at you as he bent down kissing you gently, his hips shifting to slowly pull out. You moaned at the movement, your fingers digging into his back. He slipped back inside as your hips met his.
              It was a slow, sensual dance. Ben not increasing his pace, despite the urging of your hips. He was content to draw the mewls of pleasure from you with each slow thrust, building up your peaks slowly.
              "Ben" you breathed. It was coiling slowly in your stomach, threatening to overwhelm you with each thrust. "Please."
              Ben reached between you and pressed his thumb over your clit, rubbing small circles over the sensitive bundle. You cried out in pleasure as your orgasm washed over you, Ben not letting up on your clit as your muscles squeezed around his cock.
              "That's it" he murmured as he continued to thrust, his own orgasm on the brink. You arched your back and locked your legs around his waist as his thrusts became more sporadic. Then, without warning, Ben slumped into you, his orgasm washing through him.
              You both lay in a pile on your bed, Ben's body keeping you warm as the cool air hit you.
              "Love you" he murmured.
              "Love you too, even when you talk too much."