What we thinking of a Bad Bunny one shot smut based on him finally showing his girl on stage in the casita all lovely but hella sexual tension so after they get home it’s sooo on ! P.S or anything you want involving him and a smuttttt bc his fandom needa begin asapp !! Tysmmm take caree bby💓💓😜😜
From The Casita To The Bedroom
pairing: bad bunny x fem!reader
warnings: SMUT (18+) porn with plot, cursing, alcohol consumption
A/N: What are we thinking? We’re thinking hell yeah😫 when I tell you, I surprised myself. Or maybe this isn't even as filthy as I think, but I haven't written smut in so long, this feels crazy to me haha, anywaysssss, I very much enjoyed writing this, this is what papi benito brings out in me and a lot of y'all probably too 🥳 thank you so much for requesting this, I hope you like it and here‘s to the never ending fandom of benito🤘🏼👏🏼🫡
Specifically for this day, you had received custom-made jewellery from a local boutique in Bayamón. It went perfectly with the outfit you had chosen a few days prior, along with the help of your boyfriend, who definitely had a few too many opinions about what you’d be wearing for ‘the big day’. One was too short, one wasn’t short enough, not your style, not unique enough, and what else not. In the end, you had agreed on a colourful sequin skirt you had ordered online, along with a tighter halter top, tied around your neck and a deep V-cut in the front, but the necklace stack filled that empty space perfectly.
When the question of which shoes to wear arrived, you had originally opted for some sneakers, but at the last minute, you had found some older pumps in the back of your closet that matched the colour palette perfectly.
Now, backstage for the last show of Benito’s 31-concert residency, you had thrown one of his sweaters over your outfit since the AC was running on full blast in the green room. His youngest brother, as well as some older school friends, had joined you before the concert, while his parents and other family members chose to be in the crowd from the beginning.
The drinks were flowing to pregame for the actual event, knowing that throughout the concert, you’d still be able to get alcoholic beverages as much as you’d like. The moment your glass was empty, Bysael was quick by your side, ready to fill it up again with some mixture he just told you to ‘trust him with’. And with that trust came a lot of high percentage alcohol in your bloodstream.
“Manito,” Benito stopped him once he noticed his little brother reaching for your empty cup on the coffee table, “slow down.” You had stopped outside for just a moment, heading to the toilet so you could enjoy the rest of the night without any interruptions.
“We don’t have to perform,” the younger brother joked, ignoring the older’s remark, “we can drink as much as we want to.”
“Maybe you,” your boyfriend grinned, “but she’ll be on stage later on.”
“Huh?” Bysael looked at him with confusion written across his face. His eyes fell immediately on you when you came back, entering the room mid-conversation.
“Right, chula?” Benito smiled at you, patting the spot next to him.
You stopped in your tracks and glanced up, your attention still on what you were looking at on your phone.
“What?” You looked around in wonder, slightly frowning at the nickname with a chuckle.
“You’re going out on stage tonight?” His brother wondered, handing you the drink he had mixed for you despite his brother’s worry. You took it without thinking much of it, nodding with a sly smile.
“And say what?” He asked, chuckling. “Hi, by the way, we’ve been dating for over two years now.”
You shrugged, sitting down close to your partner. His hands found the back of your head immediately, running his hands over some loose strands.
“Maybe,” you grinned, “if I get a microphone.”
Benito laughed, shaking his head, “No. Not when you’re drunk.”
“You’re no fun!” His brother exclaimed in frustration, making you chuckle. “You don’t want the internet to go absolutely crazy?”
“That’s going to happen anyway,” he remarked.
“Probably,” you agreed, a somewhat unsure chuckle leaving your lips.
“You’re nervous?” Your partner grinned at you, tilting his head to the side.
You pretended to think for a second before answering, “About what? Announcing my relationship in front of tens of thousands of people that worship you? Nah,” the two of you started laughing at the same time before you added, “of course, I’m fucking nervous.”
“That’s why you need to drink more, but cabrón here is too careful,” Bysael stated, making your boyfriend shake his head. He knew you better than anyone else in the room, knowing damn well what happened once you had a few too many. And while he celebrated you being able to completely let go and be careless, he also knew that you might not want to show that side of you on a stage of that scale.
“I’ll be alright,” you confirmed, patting Benito’s naked thigh. “Gotta put on a show, don’t I?” Glancing up at him, you sent him a smirk and a wink, making his lips curl up as he shook his head before grabbing yours, pulling you in to place a peck on top of your hair,
“Anything you want to do, mami.”
Next thing you know, you're being called to the stage. Benito jumped up, heading to the door, giving you a perfect view of his lower half in these short fucking sweatpants that left little for the imagination in every way possible, making you press your lips together. Taking off the sweatshirt you had been wearing before handing it over to him to wear, giving him the opportunity to catch you off guard and pull you in for a kiss.
In the hallway, you were split up, the star of the evening to get ready, get his in-ear monitor and head mic secured, while you, his brother and friends were directed towards a different way to get let into the casita - they’d come back to let you know when to go out on the porch.
Everything started out smoothly, going along just as great. People who knew you that had joined throughout the beginning kept on handing you drinks, some stronger than others, while you still made sure to also get some sips of water in between, as you were definitely on a good ride to getting hammered by the end of the night, which wasn’t necessarily your goal. At some point, you had started to leave cups on tables, not wanting to decline a kind offer, but also aware enough not to get too drunk before the big moment.
“This your first time?” One of Benito’s friends wondered, coming up to stand next to you.
You smiled politely, “First time here, yeah. Usually, I was in the crowd or backstage with his family.” He nodded in understanding, opening his mouth again, when he was interrupted by one of the production crew staff members, who called out for you to go outside.
“Showtime,” Bysael’s voice over your shoulder made you jump slightly. Glancing back, you came face to face with a grin on his face, making you shake your head with a chuckle while he just gave your shoulder a comforting pat and pushed you further - some of the people in the crowd would stay within the casita, him included. He hollered out, getting the whole group started as they started clapping, calling out all kinds of exclamations, to which you could only join.
As soon as the warmth and the energy of the crowd outside hit you, you could feel your heartbeat quicken. You became aware of the mass of people and the number of eyes that would be on you. Along with not knowing what exactly you were supposed to do, the nerves just got worse - but the alcohol helped. A lot. You let the music guide you as you started dancing with some of the other girls that had joined you, some of which you knew fleetingly, others were completely foreign to you.
You remembered Benito’s words from the night before, when you had shared your worries with him before going to bed, to which he just said,
“Don’t worry, nena, solo diviértete.” He grinned, adding, “Eres un gran bailarín (just have fun. You’re a great dancer),” before pulling you in for a heated kiss.
‘Great dancer’. You almost had to hide a smile at the memory of his words. Of course, he enjoyed your dancing, especially when intoxicated. After all, he had written multiple songs about it, so it came as no surprise how much of a fan he truly was.
It was easy with the other girls. Moving together in sync, swinging your hips along to the beat while holding or leaning onto each other. Thanks to a screen on the other side of the stadium, you could see your boyfriends performing on top of the casita before he would join the rest of you for the next song - Veldá.
But even just watching him from such a distant… did something to you. It reminded you of the time you were only able to admire him from a far. Thirst over him in words after seeing him on the other side of a room at an event, or even just on a screen.
Jesus, your friends and assistant had to listen to too much rambling before the two of you had even met. Now you kept more to yourself, wanting to preserve every moment the two of you shared for your eyes and ears only. Because things had started to feel too intimate. Of course, you still shared some info with your girlfriends, but that’s about it. The sensual moments you shared had no business getting out into the world. And now the need to grind up on your boyfriend overwhelmed you as you saw him. Skin glistening and glowing in a shade close to caramel. His hair covered by a cap for now, which you’d later pull off him, for sure, to rake your fingers through his curls.
The shorts, of which you had gotten a better look at earlier, seemed to fit him even better on such a massive screen. The perfect length to show off enough of the tattoos that decorated his legs. Each one you had kissed before, glided your tongue over - after all, the sluttiest thing a man could do was to have thigh tattoos, and you better show him what those did to you.
You controlled your breath, feeling yourself getting worked up before he even showed up, and with the next look towards the screen, you already found him walking out of the house, and onto the porch, where you had positioned yourself. Benito’s gaze found you even through the crowded space, locking eyes immediately. With slow and careful steps, he got closer, continuing to sing the second verse and his part of his feature song Veldá.
Ignoring each woman he passed who tried to get close to him, he didn’t stop until he reached you. And even then, he walked further, making you have to start backing up until your back hit a pillar. Singing along with him, you didn’t even try to hide the smile forming on your lips, but his movements and direct eye contact made it impossible for you, either way. Once his hands had found your waist, neither the people on stage nor the crowd mattered anymore. His fingers trailed down the side of your skirt, finding the little slit it had on the side, and gracing it further up the naked skin of your thigh. You dared to put your hands on his chest, suddenly heavily breathing at the feeling of him up against you. His touch electrified your body, a million nerves sparking up, even as his hands travelled up to fix themselves on your waist again.
Your fingers trailed up his shoulders until you reached his neck, brushing through the short hairs at the very back, knowing that would always get him going, and you were in a daring mood. After having to listen to the songs he had written for past aquaintances, the need to mark and claim him had overcome you .
Knowing exactly what you were doing, a wicked grin made its way to his lips, his fingers tightening on your hips. You tilted your head, looking up at him with the look that would usually make him lose it if it had just been the two of you. He shook his head. Thankfully, his verse had come to an end, letting the playback sounds of the other singer fill the arena while his focus was fully on you.
With the camera still on him, and therefore also on you, the crowd got to watch the sensual exchange, the tension building up as your hands didn’t leave your bodies anymore. His hand found your ass, pulling you in sharply, moving his hips from side to side, making you swing along with him. Your fingernails grazed his jawline.
God, what you would do to kiss him right now, but before you could even decide that, he had already dipped his head lower to meet your lips after eyeing them for way too long through his sunglasses. A hum of a moan escaped you before you could stop it. Your fingers clawed onto his shoulder, needing to pull him in closer, but he pulled you apart, placing his hand on your hips and swiftly turning you around. Your back hit his chest as he secured you with his hand on the lower part of your stomach, almost a little too low to be allowed in public.
You didn’t even need to ask yourself why he had pulled that move. You could feel it. Feel the heavy weight between his legs slowly harden against your ass, making you throw your head back against his shoulder. Swaying your hips along with his, he had moved the microphone close to his mouth again to sing the next few lines. The fingers of his free left hand trailed over your naked arm before tightening around your wrist to make you turn again, facing him as he sent you another grin and stopping for a moment to bring your hand up to his mouth and kiss your knuckles. After that, he still decided to act all sweet, earning him a chuckle from you.
Benito moved on, running along the stage, dancing and singing along with his fans who had definitely taken one too many videos of the little show the two of you had just put on.
The concert had come to an end, going on for far too long for your liking in the state you had been in. You had decided to put down the drinks for the evening, as the liquid courage had already done enough, and for further activities that you had planned in a much more private setting, you wouldn’t need any more. You had only grabbed your jacket and bag from the green room; everything else would get brought to your house the next day anyway.
One of the security guards had directed you towards the backstage area of the stage, where your boyfriend would be right after coming off, so you’d get to be with him right away, just like he had asked for in the very beginning of the evening. The fact that you wouldn’t be going out afterwards was made clear even before the show had started. After ending most nights after each concert, celebrating somewhere out on the street or in a club further downtown, for the last night, you had chosen to spend the time alone together. Perfect for the need rushing through your body.
As soon as Benito was out of sight from the crowd, having thanked them multiple times, given his end speech, he pulled off his microphone and in-ear monitor, handing them over to a staff member before rushing over to you, who had been leaning against the wall, arms crossed, and a grin plastered on your face.
With a big smile, he rushed over to you, opening his arms widely to capture you, making you screech as he twirled you along with him.
His strong arms held you tightly before setting you down on the floor again, his face in your neck as he breathed out, “Debemos ir a casa (We need to go home).”
You couldn’t help but smile, your hands finding their place on his shoulders as you leaned back to meet his eyes. You reached up to pull the sunglasses off his face, putting them on your head, pushing your head back before you intertwined your fingers behind his neck.
“Why?” You asked in an innocent tone, but your eyes shimmered wickedly. Your fingernails scratched the patch of hair once again, making him throw his head back,
“Fuck,” cursing under his breath, “sabes por qué (you know why).”
He grabbed your hand without another word and pulled you further into the backstage area of the stadium. You passed the staff members, who congratulated him, patting him on the back, hollering out to him, knowing they’d see each other again in a few weeks for the upcoming concerts. He didn’t stop to talk to anyone, just made sure that he’d get you alone as soon as possible.
At the exit, security guards were already waiting for you, ready to bring you to the car that would drive you home. It seemed like your boyfriend had already planned his exit for the night, making you grin to yourself when you finally reached the car.
Alone in the back, cut off from the front seats with a tinted glass in between, you glanced over to Benito, who was spreading his legs comfortably and throwing his head back, letting a big breath huff out of his lungs.
“You okay?” You grinned at him, turning your body to fully face him.
Your partner shook his head, a chuckle leaving his lips as he took a quick look out of the darkened windows before finding your eyes. “No,” he simply stated, the look in his eyes saying more than words needed to.
You bit down on your lips, glancing down at his, that you just couldn’t wait to get onto your body, but as you were still in a car and you had decided to be a lady that very moment, you controlled yourself and held back.
“So...,” with a soft hand on his thigh, you continued the conversation, “what did you think of... our announcement?” Smiling to yourself at your own choice of words, which seemed to amuse him as well.
“Nena,” he almost warned you in a strict tone, making you meet his direct eye contact, “No me podría importar menos (I couldn’t care less). Not right now,” he shook his head.
“Well then, what do you care about right now?” You lowered your voice, your hand trailing up just enough to tease him as you let yourself lean into him more. “What are you thinking about?”
He tilted his head at you, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. “¿Seguro que puedes con este juego?”
You copied his facial expression, “You wanna say that in English?”
A gasp escaped your throat when his hand suddenly wrapped around the back of your neck, pulling you in close enough to feel his breath on your lips, making your heart jump a beat.
“You want to say that in Spanish?” He directed the question back at you, making you bite down on your lip.
Benito got a hold of your hand on his thigh, lifting it, only to place it down again, right on his groin. A breath of surprise left your lips as you felt the clearly growing erection underneath your palm. You dared to glance down, tightening your hand around his length, making him hiss out softly as he leaned down to whisper in your ear,
“It means: Are you sure you can handle this game, mami?”
“What game?” You wondered innocently once your eyes met again, “I’m all yours,” the small smile never leaving your face as you continued to massage his erection, only growing bigger and harder right in your hand. The palm that had even put you into this position was now on your neck, tilting your chin up to meet him in a heated kiss. Benito didn’t waste any time to slide his tongue over your lips, making you sigh into his mouth. His fingers tightened right underneath your jaw, pressing into your veins just enough for you to enjoy it. Just as you were about to hop onto his lap, he tilted your face away, releasing your lips before attacking your neck, making you throw your head back. A low hum of relief came out of you as you tightened your hand around him once more, but he was quick to stop you, taking your hand off his cock and putting it back on his thigh.
You wouldn’t even have noticed your arrival if it wasn’t for the knock on the car door on Benito’s side, making you jump apart. With heavy breaths, you sat back up straight while your boyfriend reached for the handle to open the sliding door. Before he came to view, he made sure to adjust himself to appear somewhat decent for the staff member, while you tried to pat down your hair. He got out and didn’t hesitate to reach out for you to take his hand, helping you step down onto the pathway that would lead to the house the two of you shared on the island.
You said your thanks yous and goodnights to the driver and were quick to head towards the front door, with you already fishing for the house keys in your bag. Still electrified and on edge from the little moment of weakness in the car, you fumbled with them until you finally managed to open the door. A slap to your ass made you stumble inside, chuckling out loud.
That laughter was cut off quickly with the heavy sound of the door slamming shut, making you turn around in surprise. You were cut off by the weight of Benito pressing himself against you, not giving you any time to react, as he already had his lips on you. Looking for a little more stability, you threw your bag somewhere to the side to hold onto his shirt while he had backed you up against the wall in the hallway. Yours and his shoes were long gone in some corner of the entryway.
His hands moved all over your body. From your neck, down your arms. Back up, only to let them slide over your chest and waist before grabbing your hips to push them up against his. Suddenly, you weren’t the couple that had been together for two years, who got to see each other on a regular daily basis and sleep with each other more than enough. No, the two of you yearned like two lovers in a long-distance relationship, who hadn’t gotten to feel the touch of each other in months. Not like you hadn’t felt him inside of you earlier that week.
Out of patience, Benito pushed your skirt up, his fingers trailing over the sides of the thong you had decided to wear. No safety shorts for a skirt that size was a bold choice, but you knew it would pay off.
Almost too slow for your liking, he grazed over the seams, breathing heavily into your mouth as you couldn’t help but whine, pushing your hips up to make his hand slip.
He chuckled, speaking against your lips, “Tranquila, cariño (Easy there, honey),” glancing down where his pointer fingers danced over the front of your underwear, “You wanted to play a game.”
“Stop,” you chuckled helplessly, “don’t be mean to me,” giving him your best flirtatiously frustrated whine as you linked your fingers behind his neck.
“Mean?” Benito raised an eyebrow, his hand shooting up for a moment to hold your elbow up, so he could place a gentle kiss on your arm, “I’m not mean, mami,” he remarked, before dropping it down to your core again. This time, not giving you time to think of something to say in return, he slipped his middle finger inside, sliding right over the nub of nerves. You shivered, throwing your head back against the wall, breathing out loud heavily.
He slid his finger a little further back, reaching your entrance, to gather some of the slick that had been pooling between your legs before rubbing gentle circles around your clit.
“Not mean, am I?” He asked teasingly, his lips gliding over your jaw line before pressing a kiss to your open lips, still sighing out loud from his touch. You straightened your head tilt, your eyes up to meet his gaze.
“Say it, beba,” he told you, placing kisses all along your jawline and neck. Your fingers had to grasp back onto his shoulders to steady you and let out the deep, flowing feel of enjoyment that was rushing through your body.
“You’re not mean,” you breathed out, closing your eyes tightly as you felt him press against your clit harder for just a pinch of a moment.
“I treat you like a queen,” he whispered into your ears before coming up to meet your eyes. “Right?”
You nodded, pressing your lips together to hold back a moan to load when he added his ring finger.
“Huh?” Benito tilted his head, nudging you to continue speaking as you rocked your hips against his touch.
“Y-you treat me like a queen,” you managed to get out, still holding onto him tightly, trying to hold yourself up straight.
Just as you felt your head fall forward, your boyfriend grabbed you by your neck, pressing your head against the wall, basically forcing you to look into his dark eyes.
“You’re mine,” he spoke against your lips, close enough to let you feel his breath, but still far enough to not let you kiss him.
You nodded hastily, your fingers tightening around the fabric underneath your palm, “I’m yours.”
“Yeah?” He smirked down at you.
You could only hum in agreement, his fingers speeding up with every word that fell from his lips. A heavy moan left your body once he let his two fingers slip inside for a short moment, going back to focus on your clit. The tight feeling of his other hand pressing into the sides of your throat only added to the ecstasy building up in your body.
“Quiero que te vengas (I want you to cum),” he breathed out, noticing your breath quickening with each circle he drew around your clit, making him smirk, “You want to cum, nena?”
You nodded your head up and down as best as you could with him still around your throat, heaving, “I wanna cum,” and sighing out loud.
You continued to agree with him, “sí, papi, please,” letting out a whine you wouldn’t dare to hold back from him. The drop of the nickname he oh so craved to hear from you made him groan, pressing his face into your neck, placing open kisses to your skin and speeding up the movements of his finger.
Right at the moment you went completely silent, your body tensing up, he perked his head up, knowing you were about to let go.
“Mira pa'cá, baby, (Look at me),” he demanded, right as you let yourself fall, cumming on his fingers. You couldn’t even let your head fall back; his grasp around your neck still there, but softening as you started to calm down again. Still breathing heavily, but now in ecstasy rather than with desperation and need.
Benito didn’t waste much more time, pressing his lips back onto yours before pulling you off the wall to stumble further into the house. With your shaking legs, he guided you towards your bedroom, almost stumbling multiple times, chuckling into each other's lips before you finally reached your bed.
His fingers finally freed you from the confinement of your skirt and thong, throwing them onto the floor before doing the same with his shirt. His skin underneath was what you had craved to see. Golden tan, his tattoos still clear, especially the one he had gotten for you. Right on his collar bone, remembering how he had told you once you were married, he’d get another one above his heart - a placement reserved just for you. Your fingers grazed the cursive writing, but his palm cupped your cheek, making you look up and meet his eyes again, grinning at each other before you lost yourself in a heated kiss again.
He led you to the bed right behind you, letting you fall onto it gently first before he hovered above you, his necklace hitting your still-covered chest.
“Mi vida,” he breathed out, moving onto your neck again, absolutely obsessed with the soft red that his fingers had left as he moved down your body, but you stopped him, pulling him up again, distracting him with a kiss. He moved you further up the mattress as you wrapped your legs around his waist. One weak moment of his, which meant a slide of your tongue down his neck, let you roll the two of you over, catching him off-guard, giving you a proud grin and a chuckle in return.
He knotted his fingers into your hair, pulling you down desperately as he pushed his hips up into yours, making you both groan out loud. God, he was hard. From the concert to the car must’ve been just as much torture for him as it was for you. And he still took his sweet damn time with you in the hallway before finally getting you into your shared bed.
You lifted your hips just enough so he could do the same. Noticing your action, he quickly moved along with you, his fingers drifting underneath the seam to pull the shorts down along with his boxers at the same time. You pulled your halter-neck top off, leaving you bare in front of him - thank designers for thinking of adding built-in bras to tops. Helping him with the last bit of his shorts, you scootched down the bed, along his legs, before letting the last pieces of clothing fall to the floor.
His erection stood proudly. Slapping his stomach, his size never failed to amaze you and still made your mouth water just thinking about it. Slowly, you let your hands move up his legs first, your nails trailing his tattoos, making him jolt the closer you got to his length. You grinned to yourself, seemingly pleased at the effect you had on him. Lowering your head, placed a gentle kiss on his erection, glancing up to meet the eyes of your boyfriend, practically begging for you to do something.
Deciding you needed it just as much as him, you wrapped your hand around him, letting your lips engulf his tip. Benito threw his head back, breathing out heavily,
“Fuck, beba...,” groaning with every sliver of your tongue that grazed the slit of his tip. You released him for just a moment, spitting down onto his length and using it as lubrication to let your hand slide up and down. Back with your mouth on him, you bopped your head a few times, jerking the part of him you couldn’t reach with your hand while stopping every few seconds to circle his tip with your tongue, knowing it would send him off the edge.
You didn’t get far before you felt him sit up and tap your cheek, making you look up at him expectantly and him breathe out heavily. "Diablo, mami... no me mires así (don’t look at me like that). Come up here, turn around,” he ordered you, moving his fingers to tell you to get closer. Already knowing what he wanted, you smirked as you raked yourself up, crawling up to bed before you threw one leg over him , turning to face his lower body while hovering above his face with your dripping heat. Leaning forward, you got a hold of his cock again, positioning yourself to let you wrap your mouth back around it while he pushed you down to sit on his face properly.
Coming up to let out a breathy moan, “Beni...,” you enjoyed a moment of his tongue sliding over your clit and through your folds, entering you quickly and moving at a practised speed. You steadied yourself with a hand on his hip before having to dip back down, knowing you wouldn’t last long in this position.
While you were working your skilled tongue and mouth around him, Benito had added a thumb, pumping in and out of you, making you moan around his cock, the vibration getting a groan out of him, which you got to feel on your clit, continuing the cycle of pure bliss. Coated in your slick, he moved his finger to massage your back entrance first, knowing you’d be too tight for anything else - from experience. Wet enough, he slipped in easily, leaving you having to come up for air, dropping his length back to rest on his stomach as you moaned out loud, your nails digging into the sheet beside you.
“Ugh, fuck,” you pressed your eyes shut, taking in the pleasure of his thumb and tongue filling you while you tried your best to jerk him off with your hand, while you weren’t able to use your mouth for anything other than sighing out loud. You could feel the grin on his lips against you, knowing damn well how to play you like a fucking violin.
Getting back to work, you let your tongue slide over his slit with a quick motion before he removed himself from you, giving your ass a hard slap and shoving you off of him, getting a surprised chuckle out of you as you fell onto your side.
“Hey!” You smiled up at him while he was already pushed up, holding himself upright above you before leaning down to get a taste of your lips. With his taste still on yours and yours still on his, the two of you moaned at the mix, your hands finding their way to his curls, pulling on them just enough to get a groan out of him.
His right hand found their way down your body, moving your legs over to his side before he had to separate from your heated kiss, leaving you breathless. Benito glanced down, grinning to himself, knowing he did his job right as he found your inner thighs glistening. He lifted your legs and let them rest against his shoulders before grabbing his length and letting it slide through your dripping folds easily. The slip made him hum in pleasure, throwing his head back for just a moment before he caught himself again and moved to line himself up with your entrance.
Your boyfriend met your eyes, his hand leaving his cock to cup your cheek before he pushed all the way in. He groaned out loud, but before you could make any sound, he gave you his pointer and middle finger to suck on, humming around them as he almost slipped out again, only to push back in deeper.
“Ah, fuck,” he breathed out, releasing his fingers from your mouth to hold onto your legs as he picked up his pace, rutting himself into you.
You cupped your breasts, throwing your head back as you whined out loud, “Beni- papi...,” knowing you didn’t use the nickname much, but at the right times, making him almost hiss out. Reaching out, you tried to grab his hand, which he only seemed to realise after a short moment. He leaned forward, testing the waters to see how far he could bend you, feeling his length go even deeper than before.
“God, fuck yeah-” you choked out, holding onto his hand, which he quickly dropped, positioning your legs down again to intertwine your hands with his and putting them up beside your head, caging you in. His necklace hung above you, grazing your skin slightly. To get the feeling of before back, you wrapped your legs around his waist, intertwining your ankles by his ass, giving your hips as little lift to let his erection graze the upper wall inside of you.
“Dámelo, mami (Give it to me),” Benito huffed out against your neck, moving his hips at a speed almost unbearable as he hit your spot over and over again. "Estás bien apretá (You’re so tight),” groaning further as he got lost in the pleasure. His tongue traced your jaw before finding your lips, giving them a short lick before sliding it into your mouth, making you moan into the kiss. "Qué rica te sientes (You feel so good),” he mumbled against your lips.
He let go of one hand, moving it down to meet your clit, making you almost scream at the intensity. “Please,” you cried out in a sigh. “I’m gonna cum,” you whined into his mouth before throwing your head back with a groan, “fuck, I’m gonna cum.”
“Let go,” he encouraged you, meeting your eyes intensely again, “Te tengo, baby (I got you).”
Keeping his eyes close on you, he dared to glance down just for a second, almost cumming just as the sight of his wet cock pumping in and out of you, but he went back to lock his eyes with yours.
“Cum, mami,” he continued, his fingers still rubbing on your clit while he could feel himself getting desperately close, and your walls tightening around him only made it almost impossible to hold back.
“Fuck, I’m cuming,” he groaned, closing his eyes as he thrusted into you harshly, burying his head into your neck. You pulled your hands out of his grip, wrapping them around his back. Your walls tightened around his length as you finally felt the built-up pressure explode,
“Oh my GOD,” your nails dug into his back, making him hiss against your skin as you rested your head on his shoulder before letting it fall back onto the mattress. His body fell onto yours only shortly after, making you huff out, but you desperately needed as much skin-to-skin contact as possible. Your jewellery had been warmed up enough, leaving no cold feeling on each other’s skin.
Benito’s fingers had already started massaging the top of your head, having found their way at some point through your hair without you noticing, still high from the release of endorphins. You hummed against his touch while your fingers started scratching the back of his neck as well, feeling him grin against your neck. His erection was slowly softening, still twitching along with your pulsating core, making you shiver with the graze of the right spots. If your boyfriend didn’t plan on getting up soon, you might as well fall asleep like that. And who knows, maybe you did.
benito taglist: @mangionesgirl @angie-x3
