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the first time you called benito ‘papi’ and he short-circuited like crazy.
benito has been called ‘papi’ in every occasion he’s been in, it’s not something special - people called him that a lot, his fans too, even his friends does that.
petnames aren’t a new thing for him, so many women have wrapped their voices around sweet little endearments, testing how they fit against him: cariño, bebé, papi, and none of it ever really stayed. nothing lingered long enough to feel personal for him. hence why he preferred to be called by his name, benito.
but you. oh, you.
he remembers the first time you called him with that nickname. it was not supposed to come out either! you were just there studying spanish, it’s been a while since you did this with benito in your mind - to understand him well. benito keeps saying that you don’t need to study another language just to be with him, he keeps reassuring you over and over again that it’s alright; he will love you despite.
but you insisted, to love him is to love his roots - and that starts from his mother tongue. you started studying spanish on duolingo, then to some spanish songs; you’d sit there with the lyrics open, pausing every few seconds, mouthing the words like they were fragile glass. rolling your r’s under your breath. replaying the same line until your tongue stopped tripping over it. and you shifted into some spanish tv shows. you’re not fluent yet, it will take a long time to do so, but you’re getting there.
benito is also there throughout your little journey of speaking spanish, he will occasionally slip some spanish words whenever he talks to you. some endearing words too. he’ll cuddle you up while calling you ‘amor’ or ‘cariño’ or ‘querida’ - little petnames that will make you go all red every time he says it.
but you noticed how people would call him ‘papi’ - you do understand the meaning of it. heck, that pet name has been around for a long time. but you never got the chance to say it to him. truthfully, you’re embarrassed! what if he thinks that it’s cringe and he might get the ick? or worse, he won’t feel anything?
so you decided to keep it in the back of your mind. you don’t want to try something risky, not when you’re sober.
and now you’re drunk.
you’re half-drunk, actually. still sober enough to tug on benito’s sleeves as he turned his back to you, both of you are now at the party that he got invited to. he decided to bring you as a plus one, and now here you are, getting all doozy.
“what’s wrong, mami? you good?” he asks, his palm carefully rests on the side of your cheek. and you nuzzle into it, trying to search the warmth that you’ve been seeking all night.
“can we go home?” you mumbled into his palm. your eyes looking up to him with plea.
he chuckles and nods. anything for you, he said.
they don’t go home right away, though. you’re sitting on the trunk of his car, your legs swinging above the pavement. you hum, enjoying the distant music that keeps blaring behind you.
and he’s now standing between your knees, close enough that his thighs brush yours everytime you move.
“you okay, baby? talk to me,” he murmurs, voice lower now. his hand now rests on your thighs, making circles on it every time you swing.
“just a teeny bit overwhelmed, ‘m sorry,” you whispered the smallest truth you can manage. seems like your body can’t be asked to dance when all you want right now is to nuzzle in the crook of his neck while being cuddled by him. maybe you’re drunk now and all you want is for benito to coddle you and to baby you ‘til the morning comes.
he smiled softly, ever-so endearingly, “está bien.” that’s okay.
maybe it’s the alcohol warming in your veins, loosening your tongue, making you braver than you’d ever admit to being sober.
because you don’t think.
you just giggle, soft and airy, swaying slightly in his arms.
“gracias, papi.”
he froze. and you can feel your heart racing just by the fact that the endearment that you keep in the back of your mind slip easily just like that. fuck, you don’t meant to say it! what if he gets the ick? what if he feels like it’s cringe? what if—
“fuck, what did you just say?”
his voice is now lower, darker. he steps back just enough to look at you on purpose. your red ruddy cheeks now blossom like a ripe apple, he’s trying to confirm what he heard from your mouth.
“i—i don’t meant to…”
he lets out a short, disbelieving laugh. runs a hand down his face.
“fuck, pretty, you can’t say that and expect me to be okay.”
you shrink a little. “i supposed that it’s nothing because people said that to you a lot, right?”
“but you’re not people,” he pauses - taking one step forward to you. “you’re my girlfriend, y tú eres quien me vuelve loco, you’re the one that makes me crazy. fuck, i was thinking when will you say that to me and i’ve been preparing myself just in case you said it but turns out i still can’t contain myself.”
“say it again,” he says quietly.
your eyes widened, “no.”
he steps even more closer to you.
you shake your head, suddenly shy. “benito—”
he smirked, “don’t ‘benito’ me now. you was real brave like two seconds ago.”
his hands finds your waist, pulling you gently against him. not rough, just enough to make your breath hitch.
“come on now, mami. i’m waiting.”
your fingers curl into his shirt, shyly, ever-so gently. your voice now drops instinctively when you try again.
“papi.”
it’s barely above a whisper.
and he actually short-circuits.
like visibly.
his eyes close. his jaw tightens. he exhales through his nose like you just knocked the wind out of him. he groans - not dramatic, just helpless, and pulls you fully into his chest like he needs to hide you from the consequences of your own mouth.
“nah,” he murmurs, shaking his head once. “you’re going to be the death of me.”
ex!benito can’t celebrate his achievements when it’s not with you
summary: you’ve broken up with benito months ago because he keeps second guessing his love and his work. but then the grammy came - and he realizes that he can’t celebrate his achievements when it’s not with you. he grovels, he begs, and he gets
tags: benito antonio x reader, fem!reader, a little bit angst but fluff in the end, i just wanted to write about bad bunny since i’m in love with him. do request if you want more from him!
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badbunnypr grammy 2026 🏆🏆🏆
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user1 te amo! felicidades GOAT!
user2 la cabra 🐐
user3 love you papi
user4 ugh i wish that she’s still with him rn
↳ user5 who?
↳ user4 y/n 🥲
↳ user5 oh 🥲 yeah we miss them both but let’s respect their privacy… it’s been a while since we’ve seen her too right?
user6 HOLY FUCK PAPI
yourusername congratulations benito 🏆🏆🏆 well deserved
↳ badbunnypr gracias mami ❤️
↳ user4 HOLY FUCK
↳ user6 FUCKKKK she’s so supportive i’m going to crumble and cry WE MISS YOU QUEEN
↳ user7 it’s been a while since she’s active too like she’s active here just to tell him that she’s proud oh mama #nooticing
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yourusername debí tirar más fotos 📸
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user1 who is that in the back WHAT THE FUCK
user2 WHAT
user3 DEBI TIRAR MAS WHO THE FUCK IS THAT
↳ user4 i think you saw that right
↳ user3 does this mean that they’re together again what the fuck
↳ user5 i don’t think so 😂 benito said that he doesn’t want to do relationship in the meantime right and he wants to keep things private. i think this post is a tribute for his grammy
user4 oh my god pretty don’t tease us like this 😭😭😭 hiding HIM behind the dumps is ABSOLUTELY INSANEEEEEE WE SEE YOU
user5 we miss you
badbunnypr qué linda ❤️
↳ user5 GIRL?????
↳ user7 OH MY GOD
↳ user8 WHAT AM I MISSING
↳ user10 this is the most friendliest and the most romantic tribute at the same time
↳ yourusername ❤️
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badbunnypr el hogar es donde está su corazón 🏠 home is where her heart is
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user3 ????? HELLO
user5 oh my god i’m hyperventilating that’s her right?
↳ user6 by flesh 😭 i think that’s her oh mama we’re getting them back
↳ user5 i’m screamingggg rn
user6 FUCK FUCK FUCK
user7 i’m going to kmsnsmsksks
user8 if they’re together again i’m going to SCREAM I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS
user9 not so discrete huh bb
user10 PLAYBOY OOOH LALA
yourusername i think you left your hoodie here silly
↳ user10 HELLO TMZ REPORT THIS PLEASE
↳ user11 oh my god it’s confirmed WE ARE GETTING THEM BACK
↳ user12 i can’t wait to see her dancing on the stage again with him 😭 prfvr!!!!
↳ user13 we are so obviously getting them back lmao
↳ badbunnypr it’s because you’re wearing it mami, keep it ❤️
i love it when characters are codependent. i love it when losing someone feels like losing a limb. i love it when two people "complete" each other so wholly and terribly that one can barely function without the other. i love it when the fear of losing the only person who understands them is so all-consuming they'll destroy anything to stay together, including themselves.
