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otra noche en miami
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the cute emo boy from your college is completely enamored with you and your pretty outfits, so when he hears you and your shitty boyfriend finally broke up, he wastes no time in planning how to make you his.
pairing ˎˊ˗ emo! choso x girly! reader
BEFORE PROCEEDING this fic will include fem! reader, MDNI 18+, this will be a bit angsty, yuki is ooc here, cheating, miscommunication, friends to lovers, inappropriate use of drumsticks ( as in the instrumental tool ) , blowjobs, pussy eating, hair pulling, subby choso, he has a prince albert, yes he will whimper, fluff, tba… art by @/vah_arina
Club rush could count as Choso's favorite holiday. If it was a holiday.
What better way to kick off the school year other than joining the one and only music club that he's been leading for the past 2 years, right? Incoming freshmen or returning students could bond over instruments and emo culture.
"Yo, pass me that vinyl." Suguru pointed to the protected record. The table had been set up with music ranging from "Brand New Eyes" to "Pretty. Odd."
Choso handed it over to his friend carefully, watching as he sat it carefully up. Other students were putting up their booths as well. Some were under canopy tents to protect them from the summer sun.
"I'm fucking sweating like a pig." Choso rasped out, pinning his neck length hair up in two buns. "Told ya we should've bought a canopy."
"With what money, dude." Suguru took a step back, admiring their set up. "Where's Sukuna? He was supposed to print out the flyers an hour ago."
Just on cue, the pink haired boy reached the other two, papers in hand. "Got 'em." He held the papers up.
"How many did you print out?" Choso grabbed them from Sukuna's hand, seeing how the design came out.
"Couple dozen. When does this shit start? I got to pick up my brother from school today."
"Ain't he in high school? He can go on the bus." Suguru snatched a flyer from Choso's hand. "You didn't get them in color?!"
chapter two of my fratboy!eren x reader fic was just posted! if you wanna start reading it my wattpad user is: @mojogojoo
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OTRA NOCHE EN MIAMI — BENITO ANTONIO MARTINEZ OCASIO
Benito x f! Reader
synopsis. otra noche en Miami is about feeling empty despite so much fame and success and Benito realizes the noise in his world means nothing without her.
note. Lowkey, I saw this request and the first thing I thought abt was this song (my fav), I love me some angst thank you for requesting, ik there isn’t much fluff but I have another note towards the end and I’d like to know your thoughts. 🖤 I hope you enjoy I kinda had a vision and made it like dramatic in a way 😭 but probably one of my favs so far.
warnings. Angst and fluff if you squint hard enough.
THE MUSIC BLARING throughout the house was loud in such a hollow way, he wasn’t enjoying himself and it was clear.
Benito stands in the middle of the small crowd for a moment, his drink in his hand while smiling on autopilot.
He laughs when someone tells him he’s “Viviendo el sueño de artista” He nods when a producer slaps his shoulder or smiles for photos but the second the camera lowers his smile fades.
“Living the dream of an artist.”
He sets his drink down untouched and slips away. Up the stairs and through the hallway, walking past rooms filled with laughter and heat until he reaches the balcony. The sliding door shuts behind him and suddenly it’s just wind and the ocean humming in the dark.
Miami stretches endlessly in front of him
This is what he used to imagine, this exact view.
He rests his hands on the railing and waits for it to feel good but It doesn’t.
The house erupts in laughter behind him. He pulls out his phone and notifications flood the screen.
“Rey de Miami.”
“Unstoppable.”
He huffs quietly before opening Instagram without thinking. Scrolling past past reposts, fan edits, then…you. Sitting cross-legged on your bedroom floor…you look calm. He exhales slowly. He wanted to break no contact so bad, then he realized, there was nothing and no one stopping him.
He opens your chat and watches as the cursor blinks. He types. Deletes. Types again. Deletes.
Then he just decides to call. the phone rings and on the third one you finally answer.
“…Bueno??”
“Hello?”
Your voice is soft and every part of his body melts. He’s hesitant at first, wondering if calling was even a good idea, but once he notices you starting to get impatient at his lack of words, he finally replies..
“Estás ocupada?”
“are you busy?”
“…No.”
There’s quiet on your end and he closes his eyes for a second.
“Estoy en Miami,” he says.
“Im in Miami.”
“I know.” You don’t sound bitter. That almost makes it worse. He grips the railing. “Y todo esto…no se siente bien.”
“And all of this…It doesnt feel right.”
There was a small pause. “What does that mean?” you ask gently. “Significa que…” he exhales. “Pensé que esto era todo. Pero sin ti… se siente vacío.”
“It means that… I thought this was everything. But without you... it feels empty.”
You don’t interrupt him. “Sigo pensando que debería ser feliz—“ he continues before you abruptly cut him off.
“I keep thinking I should be happy—”
“And you’re not?”
There was a moment of silence and so much awkward tension. “No.” His honesty hangs there and you shift slightly on the other end. He can almost picture you tucking your legs under you the way you always do when you’re thinking.
“Benito,” you say quietly, “I didn’t leave because I stopped loving you.” He closes his eyes. “Yo sé.”
“I know.”
There was another long pause, a lot less awkward this time. “Vi tu insta.” he says after a moment.
“I saw your insta.”
You let out the smallest breath. “Yeah?” He rubs his jaw. “Te vez feliz.”
“You look happy”
“I am.” That shouldn’t hurt but it did, then there’s a weird comfort settling between you now. “You have a show tomorrow?” you ask. “Si.”
“You excited?” He thinks about it. “Por supuesto…” he replies honestly.
“Of course.”
“I’m proud of you.” you tell him. It catches him off guard. He leans against the railing, looking at the skyline. There’s something he wants to ask. He hesitates for a second before asking “estas en Miami?”
“Are you in Miami?”
Silence.
“…Yeah.”
His heart skips. “Te puedo ver?” The question isn’t rushed but there’s another quiet pause.
“Can I see you?”
“I don’t want it to be a big thing.” you say. “Y no será.”
“And it won’t be.”
“No cameras.”
“Okay.”
You take a breath. “There’s a café a few blocks from your my apartment. It’s open late.”
He nods even though you can’t see him. “Si lo e visto.”
“Yes, I’ve seen it.”
“I’ll be there around ten,” you say. “If that works.”
“Está bien pues.”
“Thats fine.”
Another pause. “Benito?” You start, “I’m not promising anything.”
“Yo lo sé mami.”
“I know.”
“But….” You let out a deep sigh. “I’m not done either.” His chest feels lighter than it has all night. “Okay.” he says softly.
“Okay.” When the call ends the city doesn’t feel so suffocating. The music inside the house is still loud and the lights are still bright. For a second he just stands there, phone still in his hand. He checks the time.
9:18.
From inside someone shouts his name. Laughter crashes against the glass doors and the bass kicks harder. His manager’s voice floats up the stairs, already planning tomorrow.
He looks back at the party then at the time again.
He doesn’t overthink it and walks inside. The noise hits him immediately.
Someone grabs his arm, pulling him toward the kitchen. “Benito! Vamos a—” he cuts them off and shrugs his arm away. “Me tengo que ir ” he says. They laugh like he’s joking but he isn’t.
“I have to go.”
He moves fast, weaving through bodies and ignoring the confused looks. His manager spots him near the stairs. “A dónde vas? Todavía tenemos—”
“Where are you going? We still have—“
“Ahorita vuelvo.” he’s already moving before they have a chance to reply.
“I’ll be back.”
The night air hits his face as he steps outside, the music muffles behind the closing door. For the first time all evening, he can hear himself think.
9:32.
He slides into the driver’s seat and exhales sharply, gripping the steering wheel before starting the car. He pulls out onto the street. Miami rushes past in streaks of neon and red brake lights.
His phone lights up to reveal three missed calls from inside the house already. He flips it face down. He doesn’t need noise right now. When he pulls up near the café, it’s 9:57.
He sits there for a second, engine still running and his heart pounding harder than ever.
He steps outside and the café immediately glows warm against the dark sidewalk and through the window he sees you sitting near the corner, fingers wrapped around a mug with your hair tucked behind your ear.
He watches you for half a second too long before you glance up and see him. Neither of you smile immediately. Benito opens the door and the bell above it chimes. He walks toward you and stops in front of the table.
“Hola mami” he says as your eyes search his face. “You left.” you say quietly. “For how long?” He shrugs slightly. “Por el tiempo que necesite.” A tiny flicker crosses your expression.
“For as long as I need to.”
He pulls the chair out across from you but doesn’t sit yet. “Puedo?” he asks. You nod and he finally sits down, leaning forward slightly, elbows on the table.
“Can I?”
The café smells of espresso and sugar. A low hum of conversation fills the space. He looks tired his hair slightly messy from running his hands through it. “You’ve never not wanted to be there before.” you say gently and he leans back slightly in the chair, his jaw tightening just a little. “Yo pensé que si,” he admits.
“I thought I did”
“Pensé que si seguía moviéndome, eventualmente se sentiría bien” he looks down nervously. “And?”
“I thought if I kept moving, it would feel right eventually.”
“No era sierto.”
“It wasn’t true.
You look down at your cup for a second, thumb tracing the rim. “You look different.” he swallows. “Diferente como?”
“Different how?”
“Ehhh quieter.” you answer and a faint smile touches his mouth. “Y eso es malo?”
“And Is that bad?”
“No.” you shake your head. “Just new.”
There’s a silence that follows your response, his knee bounces once under the table before he stills it.
“Casi no llame. ” he says suddenly and your eyes lift to his.
“I almost didn’t call.”
“Why?” He lets out a slow breath, looking at the table for a moment. “Porque pensé que no responderías.” He paused. “Y no pensé que pudiera aguantar eso esta noche.”
“Because I thought you wouldn’t answer…..And I didn't think I could handle that tonight.”
something in your expression softens. “I almost didn’t.” you admit and he nods like he expected that. “Pero lo hiciste” he says, “porque?”
“But you did, why?”
You hold his gaze this time. “Because I wanted to know if you still sounded like you.” He tilts his head slightly. “Y luego?”
“And?”
“You do.” That does something to him, he leans forward, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “No quiero perderte.” he says.
“I don’t wanna lose you.”
“You already did.” you reply softly and he doesn’t flinch. “Ya lo sé.” There’s a shift in the air, “pero estas aquí.” he adds.
“I know, but you’re here.”
“I know..” You reply and there’s yet another pause. You reach for your cup again and as you do, your fingers brush his where they rest on the table. Neither of you pull away immediately but his hand turns slightly, just enough that his knuckles graze yours. “You don’t have to choose between this and me.” you say after a moment. He studies your face. “Parece que tengo que.”
“It feels like I do.”
“You don’t.” you repeat. “I just don’t want to feel like I’m competing with it.”
“y no estás—” he says quickly and you raise an eyebrow slightly. He exhales. “Está bien. Tal vez si estabas. Pero no porque quiera que estuvieras.”
“You aren’t— Fine maybe you were. But not because I wanted you to.”
“That’s not much better.” He smiles faintly. “Yo sé .” Then there’s that weird calm again. He glances at the time on his phone briefly.
“I know.”
10:21.
He flips it face down on the table without answering the notifications lighting it up. “You’re going to get in trouble.” you say quietly
“Probablemente.”
“Probably.“
“You care?” You ask before he looks at you for a long second. “No.”
“You left for me.” you say, almost like you’re teasing him. “Si.”
“Why?” You ask and he doesn’t hesitate.
“Porque prefiero sentarme aquí contigo sin hacer nada que estar en esa casa fingiendo que soy feliz.”
“Because I’d rather sit here with you doing nothing than be in that house pretending I’m happy.”
Your breath catches slightly and he notices. His hand moves, slow and careful until his fingers lightly wrap around yours on the table.
“Tu dijiste que no prometes nada.” he reminds you gently.“ Y está bien.”
“You said you werent promising anything. And that’s okay.”
He squeezes your hand once. “Pero no me voy pa ningún lugar que no sea tu lado.”
“But I'm not going anywhere other than your side”
note. Ik ik lame ass ending but I was thinking like how about I spice things up a little in a (POTENTIAL) next part, I feel like this story is already so long, DONT HATE ME YET
HELLOOO, okay so for some reason, I don’t really see the vision of benito talking in like English in the stuff I write, which is why mostly write his dialogue in Spanish and just translate it to English, I don’t know. What do you guys like or think, I need your input 🙏
could u just write like fluff/bf benito ugh anything ur heart desires just some boyfriend material benito 😖😖😭😭
BF MATERIAL BLURBS — BENITO ANTONIO MARTINEZ OCASIO
warnings. none just fluff (don’t really know why there’s a mature content label but ig)
NIGHTS IN W/ HIM
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You walk into the living room already in your nightly attire wearing a sheet mask with your hair clipped up. The sight makes Benito look up from his phone, he freezes for just a second with a smirk spreading across his face.
“Qué es esto?” he asks softly, voice low and amused.
What’s this?
You grin, tilting your head.
“Skin care night.”
Benito sets his phone down and leans back into the couch cushions. His eyes tracing your movements as you saunter closer. His hands slide naturally to your waist the second you drape yourself over his lap.
“Está bien pues.”
alright fine.
You smirk whileholding his sheet mask packet in your hand.
“Time for your pampering.”
He doesn’t argue. He just holds you gently at the waist, his thumbs brushing softly over your hips while watching every small movement you make as you unfold the mask. His eyes follow you, warm and slow, almost like he’s memorizing every detail of you.
“Te ves linda así, toda concentrada.” he says quietly, his voice low and sultry…
You look cute like this, so concentrated.
You laugh softly while pressing the cold mask to his forehead. He leans back just enough to let you do it letting out a soft hum of approval.
“ay que frío” he murmurs.
Its so cold.
“Shhh, just hold still benito.” you tease while smoothing it he sheet mask over his cheeks.
He doesn’t argue or talk back. His hands just tighten slightly at your waist holding you close. His eyes flicking to yours every time you brush your fingers along his jaw.
“No puedo evitar admirarte preciosa. ” he whispers.
I can’t help but admire you.
Your cheeks flush red under the sheet mask before tilting your head down to meet his gaze.
“Que ridículo.” you murmur.
You’re ridiculous.
He smirks while leaning in just a little, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder through the fabric of the mask.
“Qué encantadora eres..”
How charming you are…
Then he rests his forehead lightly against yours while his fingers are still on your waist
“Si seguimos así, voy a tener que pelear por cada pedazo de tu atención.”
If we keep like this, I’ll have to fight for every bit of your attention.
You laugh, squirming a little over his lap.
“Oh really? You think you can handle me?”
“Claro,” he murmurs, smirk widening.
Of course.
You press closer, brushing the mask lightly over his nose again, and he just chuckles, his hands still at your waist, leaning back like he’s completely fine letting you boss him around.
“Eres imposible,” you say, grinning.
You’re impossible.
“Y te encanta.” he whispers with a damn smirk on his face.
And you love it.
GROCERY SHOPPING DATE
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You didn’t think grocery shopping could ever feel romantic, but with Benito even the most normal things turn into something else.
He pushes the cart slowly, one hand on the handle, (hella giving papiii behavior 😭) the other finding you every few seconds your waist, your back, or your arm like he can’t help himself and MUST have you at arms length always.
You stop in front of the cereal aisle, scanning.
“This one ,” you decide, grabbing a box.
Benito squints at it like it offended him personally.
“Mi amor…” he starts, shaking his head.
“Eso sabe a cartón.”
This one tastes like cardboard.
You laugh. “It does not!”
He steps closer, his voice dropping dramatically.
“Te lo juro. Eso no es cereal… es un crimen.”
I swear, that’s not cereal… that’s a crime.
You nudge him. “Oh my god stop being dramatic.”
He smirks, then tosses it into the cart anyway.
“Está bien.” he says with a shrug.
“Si a ti te gusta, lo compramos.” he murmurs.
If you like it, we’ll buy it.
Then he adds, his voice a lot softer.
“Me gusta consentirte mami.”
I like spoiling you.
Your cheeks warm. “Ay que encantador eres.”
How charming you are.
He grins.
“Qué? Eres mi novia.”
What? You’re my girlfriend.
His hand slips around your waist, pulling you just a little closer as you walk down the aisles.
“Y me encanta estar contigo. hasta estando aquí, comprando cereal que sabe a carton.”
And I love being with you… even here, buying cereal that tastes like cardboard.
LAZY MORNINGS w this fine ass man.
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The morning is slow, sunlight spilling through the curtains in warm stripes across the bed. You try to slip out quietly, trying your best to be careful and to not wake him up.
You barely move before Benito’s arm wraps around your waist, firm and sure while pulling you back against him.
“Benito,” you laugh softly, “I have to get up.”
He groans into your shoulder, voice rough with sleep.
“No.”
“Yes.”
He kisses the back of your neck, slow, lingering, like he has nowhere to be.
“Cinco minutos más, mi vida,” he murmurs.
five more minutes.
“I need water.”
He hums, amused, tightening his hold.
“Yo te traigo agua después.”
I’ll bring you water later
“You always say that.”
Benito lifts his head slightly, eyes half-open and his hair all messy looking extremely fine for someone who just woke up.
“Porque siempre funciona.” he whispers.
Cause it always works.
You sigh dramatically. “I have things to do.”
He pulls you closer until your back is fully against his chest, his hand resting on your stomach.
his voice then drops like 10 billion decibels and suddenly you have nothing to do or worry about on this lovely morning.
“Te extraño incluso cuando estás aquí” he murmurs.
I miss you even when you’re here.
Your breath catches.
He presses another kiss to your shoulder. a lot softer.
“Me gustas demasiado,” he admits quietly.
I like you too much.
You smile, giving into his sensual behavior. “ay amor.”
He lazily chuckles.
“Déjame tenerte un ratito más,” he whispers.
Let me have you a little longer.
You pause, then sink back into him.
“Fine. Five minutes.”
His smile turns smug against your skin.
“Lo sabía.” he murmurs.
I knew it.
Hi!! I just read you’re Bad Bunny part one with the Grammy chapter, and I loved it!!
I was wondering if you could do one about y/n I’m going to the Super Bowl with her family to supporting him during the halftime show and it’s all cute? 🫶🫶
Ive loved watching the reactions of the families!
HALFTIME — BENITO ANTONIO MARTINEZ OCASIO
benito x f!reader <3
synopsis. she goes to the Super Bowl with her family to watch Benito’s halftime show. Her family knows him and they’re extremely supportive of him and their relationship. Sharing laughs and cheering her man on as they watch him shine, soaking in every moment together.
note. I LOVE when you guys request I absolutely loved this idea and writing it. 🖤 Something about Benito meeting and conversating with the family is so cute to me and I love you for requesting this, I really hope you enjoy and pleaseeee keep requesting, I suck at coming up with stuff too lol. also not proofread.
warnings. none just fluff
CHEERING and roaring filled the air and echoed through your chest like thunder. The kind of sound that made everything feel bigger than life.
Even in the VIP section, even with comfortable seats and a perfect view of the field it still felt overwhelming. The lights were brighter up close, the screens impossibly huge, the crowd a sea of jerseys and waving arms.
You sat between your sister and your mom, leather jacket halfway zipped, hands tucked into the sleeves like you were trying to ground yourself. The air smelled like popcorn and something smoky from the food stands and the cold buzz of anticipation sat right under your skin.
Your sister, Andrea, (peep the name) glanced over, immediately clocking your behavior “You’re nervous.”
You scoffed, turning toward her with a look. “I’m not nervous. I’m… appropriately excited.” She gave you a look like she’d known you your entire life…..which, unfortunately, she had.
“Girl. Be serious.”
“I am serious,” you insisted, lips twitching. “I’m literally fine. I’m just sitting at the Super Bowl like it’s a casual Sunday waiting for my boyfriend to PERFORM.”
Your mom smiled softly, leaning closer, her voice warm over the noise. “It’s okay to be nervous mija. This is a big night.” You nudged her shoulder playfully. “Mom, you’re the one who’s been taking deep breaths like you’re about to go on stage.”
She gasped, almost offended. “That is not true.” Andrea immediately pointed at her. “It is true. She’s been doing the little inhale exhale thing since we sat down.”
Your mom pressed a hand to her chest, trying to look dignified. “I’m just… emotionally present.” You laughed, the sound getting swallowed by the stadium anyway. “Emotionally present. Okay.”
Your dad sat on your other side, posture relaxed, watching the field with that quiet focus he always had. “It’s a big night for him,” he said calmly.
You leaned back exaggeratedly.
“Thank you, Dad. Very insightful.”
Andrea burst out laughing, almost spilling her drink. His mouth twitched, the closest thing he ever gave to a grin. “I’m just stating facts.”
That was the thing about your parents. They weren’t the type to scream or make a big deal out of things. They didn’t get starstruck. They’d been to big events, met impressive people.
But they were here because they cared. Because Benito mattered to you and that meant he mattered to them too.
Andrea pulled out her phone, not paying much attention to the game, it was already second quarter and Benito would come out soon.
“I’m just saying,” she muttered, “my sister dating THE Conejo Malo is still the craziest sentence I’ve ever lived through.”
You rolled your eyes at her statement. “Oh my God, can you not? You act like I planned this.”
She grinned, not even looking up. “Did you not?”
“Quit.” you laughed. “I did not sit down one day and go, ‘Hmm… I think I’ll date a global superstar for fun.’” Your mom laughed quietly, the sound soft and genuine.
“He is very kind.”
You nodded immediately, because that part was true in the simplest way. “He is. Like, annoyingly kind. It’s almost irritating.” You cross your arms holding in a laugh.
Andrea blinked, finally looking up. “Girl, what?”You shrugged, smiling.
“I’m serious. He holds doors, he says please, he thanks waiters. Like… who does he think he is?” (No cause he seems like such a gentleman actually…)
Your mom’s smile widened. “A good man.” Your dad nodded once. “He’s respectful. And by the looks of it he works hard.”
You looked over at your dad nodding as your smile grew wider“I know I know, I’m beyond blessed.”
Andrea blinked. “Okay wait… are we doing the parent approval thing right now?” Your dad glanced over, amused despite himself. “Don’t push it.”
You gasped dramatically, hand to your chest.
“Don’t push it? Dad, he literally called you sir the first time he met you. He was terrified.” Andrea cackled. “He really was.”
“He wanted you both to like him.” You smiled, warmth spreading through your chest, because you remembered that too. The way Benito had tried so hard, not with flashy gestures but with sincerity.
They liked a lot... Not because he was famous but because he was him
Around you the game surged on crowds rising, music blasting between plays and the stadium alive with motion. But underneath it all you felt the countdown ticking closer.
Once the second quarter ended the stadium shifted. Not in a chaotic way more like a collective inhale. The producers rolled out all the props and escorted the dancers onto the field
Andrea leaned back in her seat calmer now, her phone resting in her lap. “Here we go!!” She squealed excitedly.
You exhaled, lips curling slightly before your mom’s hand found yours squeezing once.
“He’s going to do amazing,” she said gently. “Even if it’s a stadium full of people.” Your dad nodded, eyes steady on the field. “He’s ready. He wouldn’t be here if he wasn’t.”
You glanced at them, amused. “You two are being very… composed.” Andrea gave you a look. “We know he’s good. This is just…a bigger stage.” Your mom nodded and smiled softly.
The screens flickered as the Apple Music logo showed onto the large screens. Stage pieces moved into place with precision. The stadium didn’t seem to excited for the performance but you were and that’s all that mattered.
then the first beat hit.
The roar was instant as he stated the show off with Titi Me Prefunto.
Benito appeared on the screens like he belonged there completely, moving with that effortless confidence that always made it look easy. The performance swept through the stadium in flashes. music and energy from some people in the stands
Your mom’s expression softened. “He looks happy,” she whispered. Your dad’s gaze stayed fixed, calm but impressed in the way he didn’t need to announce.
Andrea nodded once. “Hell yeah. He’s locked in.”
It didn’t last long. It wasn’t drawn out. It was sharp and powerful but over before you could fully process it.
Flags from every Latin American country were being waved down the field with Benito leading the way. you just stood there, heart full while watching him completely in his element.
before you could even settle back into your seat, a staff member appeared at the end of your row.
“Y/N?” You looked up.
“Mr. Martínez asked for you and your family. If you’ll come with me.”
Your mom adjusted her coat while Andrea fell into step beside you, a lot quieter and more serious now, like she understood this wasn’t a moment for chaos and jokes.
The hallways beneath the stadium were calmer and insulated from the noise above. Footsteps echoed softly as security nodded while you and your family passed.
Finally, you stopped outside a guarded door. The producer knocked before the door swung open.
Warm light spilled out and inside was a private room, a few people moving around quietly with headsets and clipboards.
And then Benito turned. His hair was slightly messy, face still glowing with adrenaline as his eyes immediately finding yours.
Everything in him softened.
“Hola hermosa” he breathed, his voice low
You crossed the room without thinking and he met you halfway, arms wrapping around you before pressing a long kiss to your lips.
“You were amazing,” you murmured pulling away
He let out a quiet laugh, almost disbelieving. “I don’t even know what just happened.” You pulled back just enough to look at him.
“You did it. You were incredible.” Your mom stepped forward, warm and steady.
“Felicitationes, Benito.” He nodded respectfully. “Thank you, señora.”
“Congratulations; Benito.”
Your dad offered his hand. “Muy buen trabajo muchacho.” Benito shook it, his expression sincere.
“You did a great job kid”
“Mucha gracias señor, el apoyo de ustedes significa mucho para mi.” He stepped back and wrapped his arm around you.
“Thank you sir, your support means so much to me.”
“No really you did great, Y/n over here was totally gawking the whole time” Andrea joked as she playfully nudged your moms shoulder.
Your mom glanced at you, then back at him. “We’ll let you breathe. We should get back before we miss the rest of the game. Amonos andrea.”
Your dad nodded before teasingly pulling your sister to his side “We’ll be upstairs.” Andrea gave you a small look before walking out with your parents.
Then they were gone and escorted back toward the stands. The room felt quieter the second the door closed. He exhaled, shoulders dropping for the first time all night. “I was holding my breath.” he admitted.
You tilted your head. “Amorrr.” He laughed softly.
“No, I’m serious. Yo estaba bien right before I went out. And then it hit me.”
You reached up, smoothing your hand over his cheek, grounding him. “You were completely in it.”
He nodded, eyes steady. “I didn’t want to miss a second. I wanted to be present.” For a second the noise of the stadium above felt far away.
“Me hizo feliz saber que tú y tu familia estaban aquí… pero aún más feliz estar contigo ahora.”
“It made me happy knowing you and your family were here… but even happier to be with you now.”
You smiled, thumb brushing his jaw. “I’m always going to be here.” His forehead tipped gently toward yours, intimate and careful.
“I kept thinking about after,” he admitted. “About getting to come back and find you.”
A voice called his name from across the room. someone from the production team reminding him of the next steps. Benito sighed reluctantly but his arms stayed wrapped around you.
“Tengo que ir mami,” he murmured while pressing soft kisses to your lips. “Then I’m coming with you.” His eyes flickered with soft relief
“Tas segura nena?” You smiled. “Yeah. I’m not leaving your side tonight.”
He squeezed your hand once. “Está bien preciosa,” he said with a small grin.
“Por qué hablar con tus padres todavía me pone nervioso..? not to mention your sister…” he let out a an exaggerated exhale.
“Why does talking to your parents still make me nervous”
You laughed softly. “You’ll get used to it…eventually.”
He shook his head while chuckling. “Si si, ‘eventually.’ ahí me tienes.”
SPOTLIGHT — BENITO ANTONIO MARTINEZ OCASIO
part 1.
synopsis. At the Grammys, you sit in the crowd trying to stay calm as Benito faces the biggest moment of his career. When he wins Album of the Year, his speech turns unexpectedly intimate, openly thanking his girlfriend for standing by him through everything. It’s basically a soft launch
note. I hope you enjoy my work, all of these Benito fics be inspiring me to write again. BUT this halftime show really made me fall back into my bad bunny obsession lol. There are a few sentences in Spanish, I’m a little bit of a no sabo but Google Translate is weird sometimes so I apologize if I made any grammar mistakes. but I hope you guys enjoy 🖤.
warnings. none just fluff
THE GRAMMYS were always loud.
Not just the music, not just the cameras flashing like lightning, but the kind of loud that came from being surrounded by people who knew the world was watching.
Every smile was practiced. Every glance was analyzed. And you were sitting in the crowd, hands folded neatly in your lap, trying to breathe like you belonged here.
Which was funny, because technically, you did.
You weren’t just some random plus-one.
As an influencer/creator, you were honored a seat at this event.
But tonight you weren’t thinking about your followers.
You weren’t thinking about the fact that your dress had already been posted on ten different fashion accounts.
You were thinking about him.
Benito.
Across the room, he sat a few rows ahead, dressed in black, jewelry catching the light every time he moved.
He looked calm. Too calm. Like he wasn’t nominated for Album of the Year.
Like he wasn’t about to either make history… or lose.
You’d been with him through all of it, quietly. The late-night studio sessions. The secret flights. The moments where he was just a man, not a global obsession.
And the one rule that had kept it all safe…Nobody knew.
The internet had theories, of course. They always did. Fans had noticed you around. A few blurry backstage clips. A couple of coincidences that were too perfect to ignore.
But it was always framed as friendship. Safe. Easy.
Benito never confirmed anything and you never posted anything that would make it real.
So you stayed in this strange in between.
The show continued. Awards, speeches, performances. Time blurred into glitter and applause. You clapped when you were supposed to. Smiled when cameras passed.
But every few minutes, your gaze drifted back to Benito like gravity.
Then, finally, it happened. Harry Styles walked up to the stage, ready to announce the winner of this years album.. “And the Grammy goes to…”
Your stomach dropped. The room went still.
“Bad Bunny Debi Tirar Más Fotos”
For a second, there was silence. Then the entire place erupted. Applause crashed like a wave, people standing, cheering.
Benito sat perfectly still for a minute, like his body needed to catch up with reality. His hand pressed up to his face in attempt to stop his tears from flowing.
Then he stood. You felt your chest tighten before standing up and applauding proudly.
As he walked toward the stage, the cameras followed every step. He looked unreal under the lights.
And you found yourself holding your breath without meaning to. Benito reached the microphone, Grammy in hand, applause still roaring.
The crowd quieted.
He glanced down at the award, then back up.
“Puerto Rico, créeme cuando te digo, cuando somos mucho más grandes que 100 x 35 , y no hay nada que no podamos lograr.”
“Gracias, Dios. Gracias a la Academia. Gracias a todos los que han creído en mí a lo largo de toda mi carrera. Gracias a todas las personas que han trabajado en este álbum.”
He spoke smoothly and you listened, proud, heart swelling.
This was his moment. He deserved it and you couldn’t be prouder
He took a breath, steadying himself.
Then his voice softened, just a little, like the arena full of celebrities suddenly didn’t matter as much.
“Y… también quiero darle las gracias a mi familia.”
A ripple of warmth crossed his face.
The crowd clapped again, gentle this time. Respectful.
Benito swallowed hard, blinking fast. His gaze shifted. Not to the cameras. Not to the producers. Not to the other artists standing nearby.
To you.
It was quick. Barely a second. But it felt like someone had turned the volume down on the entire universe.
His lips parted like he hadn’t meant to say it, like it slipped out from somewhere real.
“Y a major thank you…”
He paused, and the room held its breath with him.
"To the person who has been with me in silence."
A few people chuckled softly, thinking it was poetic.
But you couldn’t breathe.
“On the good days... and on the days when I didn't even know who I was without all this."
He lifted the Grammy slightly, like it suddenly weighed too much.
“Tú sabes quién eres.” (“You know who you are.”)
It wasn’t a name nor was it a confirmation.
But it was… everything. Your throat tightened, eyes stinging.
The cameras didn’t know where to look. The crowd applauded louder, assuming it was just part of the speech.
But you knew. Benito’s jaw clenched, emotion cracking through the edges of his composure.
His voice dropped again.
“Gracias, amor.”
The room erupted again, cheers and whistles filling the space, but you were frozen in your seat, hands trembling in your lap.
Because he’d done it, in the only way he could…
He’d made you real. His eyes flicked to you one more time, softer now, like a promise.
And then he finished, lifting the Grammy with pride.
“Los amo. Puerto Rico… esto es por ustedes. Gracias.”
He stepped back from the mic, applause swallowing him whole.
But you were still standing there, heart pounding so hard it felt like the world could hear it.
People around you clapped, some turning, some smiling.
your eyes were locked on him as he walked offstage. Benito disappeared behind the curtain and your phone buzzed almost instantly in your lap.
Slowly, you glanced down at the screen. A single message.
Benito: Ven.
Another one appeared almost instantly, like he couldn’t help himself.
Benito: Dressing room. Ahora.
Benito: Necesito verte… por favor.
You swallowed hard, pulse roaring in your ears.
Because backstage wasn’t just backstage tonight. It was the only place in the world where you wouldn’t have to pretend.
You rose carefully from your seat, smoothing your dress with shaky hands, slipping through the aisle as the crowd stayed focused on the stage.
No one noticed. Or maybe they did, but no one understood.
Your heels clicked softly against the floor as you moved faster, heart pounding with every step.
Because he’d just won the biggest award of his life.
And all he wanted was you.
