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[iheartwhre]

a day with my sugar daddy

requested

age gap, sugar daddy, teasing, humping, gentle dom

You smoothed down the soft fabric of your skirt, the delicate white lace trim kissing your thighs with every step through the bright mall. Your brown Mary Janes clicked softly against the floors with every step you took, and your snug tank top hugged your curves in that flattering way that always made you feel pretty. Your purse bounced lightly at your side, a little reminder of last week’s gift. Everything about today already felt golden.

Benito stayed close, his big hand settled comfortably around your waist, thumb occasionally brushing small circles over the fabric. His signature woody spicy cologne mixed with your lighter vanilla perfume, creating this warm little cloud that followed the two of you. The man was a walking contradiction: tall, broad, and built like he could guard a whole empire, yet the way he touched you was so gentle it made your stomach flutter each time. He’d always been possessive in the softest way, like you were his favorite secret in a world that demanded too much of him.

His voice dipped low near your ear, that rich Puerto Rican accent wrapping around you like warm honey. “Te ves muy bella, princesa,” he murmured. You’d met him in San Juan during a group friend trip last year. The sunlight was hitting your skin, music in the air, and this tall guy in a backwards cap slid into the seat across from you at a tiny café. What started as a simple conversation had slowly become this.

You smiled up at him, a gentle daydream already drifting in while you walked hand in hand. There was an age gap between you two. He was in his thirties, you were younger, but neither of you ever minded it. If anything, it made the dynamic feel even more natural. He loved taking care of you financially, spoiling you rotten without a second thought, but it went so much deeper than money. Emotionally he grounded you, made you feel seen and safe in a way no one else ever had. And physically… the way he handled your body, the confidence and experience he brought, left you speechless every single time. No one else had ever come close.

You squeezed his hand. “Dolled up because of you…The suit I picked out for you today matches with me. In a, you look like my personal bodyguard, type of way.”

He let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating through his chest. “Personal everything, hopefully.” His fingers flexed lightly on your waist. “You dress me better than I dress myself honestly.” You let out a small giggle thinking about the photos he showed you when he was in his early 20s.

“Ya tiene’ hambre? Or want to go to one more spot?”

You bit your lip, glancing toward the glowing pink sign ahead. “Hungry for some pretty lace and bras maybe?”

His smirk was instant. “Alright, mama. Go ahead and take your time. I’ll be enjoying the view.”

You slipped your fingers through his, tugging him gently as you skipped a few happy steps toward Victoria’s Secret. Benito followed easily, all those shopping bags swinging from his free hand like they were weightless. Inside, the warm vanilla scent welcomed you. You took your time browsing, letting your fingers trail over the different fabrics while Benito stayed glued to your side, one hand eventually returning to your waist like it belonged there.

When you picked up a soft pink bra, he leaned in close, covering your hand with his. “Consigue más de estos en otros colores, bebé. Se te va ver tan preciosa con ese cuerpo tan lindo,” he said, voice dropping. “I love spoiling you, but I really love knowing I’m the only one who gets to see you in them later.”

You turned your head slightly, brushing your nose against his jaw. “If it’s a win win situation, anything for you, daddy.”

Benito paused, pulling back just enough to look at you properly, dark shades lowered slightly. “No hables esas vainas a menos que quieras que te doble en dos frente a to’ el mundo en esta tienda, princesa.”

Your heart did a little flip. You loved teasing him in such a public space. A soft smile left your lips and leaned up to kiss his cheek softly before continuing to pick out more sets, taking your sweet time while he stood behind you, hands in your hips while he pressed soft kisses along your shoulder and neck.

At the register the cashier made small talk, clearly a little starstruck by Benito. “Hope you guys found everything okay today,” she said with a smile.

You nodded lightly. “Yes we did, thank you so much.”

Benito just slid his card over and added an four vanilla shimmer body mist “Add this too,” he kissed your head “you’re running out, amor.”

⧽

The drive to your favorite rooftop restaurant was relaxed, city lights beginning to sparkle as the evening settled in. You sat across from each other, legs brushing under the table, sharing small plates and sipping drinks while the skyline stretched out in front of you two.

A couple of drinks in, Benito leaned forward, eyes sparkling with amusement as he told you about a ridiculous meeting earlier that week. “Pero mami, I swear you should’ve seen the look on his face cuando yo le dije que ya no voy a aguantar más mierda de él. Bro looked devastated, pero you know what? It’s what he deserved.”

You burst out laughing, too loud for the nice restaurant, quickly covering your mouth with both hands, eyes watering. Benito grinned wide, reaching across to gently pull one of your hands down. “Shhh, bebé,” he whispered playfully, though he was clearly holding back his own laugh. “They’re gonna kick us out for being too loud” he chuckled

The conversation flowed naturally from there, talking about random things, future trips he wanted to take you on, and how you loved when he’d randomly send you money just because he was thinking about you at work. It was easy to see why this worked beyond the sugar arrangement. He made you feel cherished. You made him feel grounded. The chemistry was just the bonus that kept everything electric.

Halfway through the entrées, he pulled out a small box and slipped a delicate silver shimmery bangle onto your wrist. It caught the candlelight beautifully, the perfect addition to your growing collection. “Saw this and thought it would look good with all the other pieces you mix and match,” he said simply, turning your wrist gently. “You deserve pretty things, mami. Don’t forget it.”

You admired it, warmth spreading through your chest. “You’re really too much sometimes… in the best way. Thank you, Benito.”

He just shrugged lightly, but his eyes were soft. “I like seeing my girl happy. That’s all.”

⧽

Back at the penthouse you both kicked your shoes off by the front door, the bags abandoned in the living room for tomorrow. The tipsy buzz and full day of love made everything feel slow and golden as you made your way to the bedroom.

You straddled him on the bed, in your pink lace, and started moving with no rush at all. Slow rolls of your hips turned into deeper grinds, the lace dragging against his boxers as you humped him lazily. You could feel yourself getting wetter with every movement, the slickness eventually leaving a visible damp spot on the fabric.

“Así, mami… fuck,” Benito breathed, hands sliding up to rub and squeeze your ass. “Mira cómo te mojas. I can feel how soaked you are through my boxers already. You’re making a mess on me, princesa.”

One of his hands stayed kneading your ass while the other slipped behind you. His fingers pressed between your legs from the back, rubbing slow, firm circles right against your entrance through the drenched lace. The teasing pressure made your brain melt. You leaned forward, kissing him deeply yet messy, slow, tongues sliding as you kept grinding and he kept stroking you.

“Tan linda cuando te pones muda pa’ mí,” he murmured between kisses, voice thick. “That’s it… keep moving just like that. Feels so good, doesn’t it? My pretty girl using me to feel good.”

You whimpered softly against his mouth, lost in the steady pleasure, the warmth of his body, and the safety of his arms. The long day finally caught up. Your movements grew slower, heavier, until you were barely rocking anymore, eyes fluttering shut as you rested fully against his chest.

Benito noticed right away. He eased his hand away gently, shifted you both so you were comfortably draped over him, and pulled the covers over your bodies. Strong arms wrapped around you, one hand stroking slow circles on your back while he pressed soft kisses to your forehead and then your lips.

“Ven acá, mi vida,” he whispered tenderly. “Sleep. I got you right here.”

You hummed sleepily against his neck, already drifting off in the safety of his arms. Benito held you close, snuggling you tighter, his heartbeat steady under your cheek, completely at peace.

[bbuttonnn]

Movie Night

pairing: bad bunny (benito) x fem!reader

summary: Benito finds a way to apologise to you after being a jerk

wc: 1.4k

tags: fem!reader, sub!benito if you squint, cunnilingus (reader receiving)

notes: got to write this based on this request! had a lot of fun writing it so thank you! <3

“Babe, could you put the phone down for one minute?” You asked your boyfriend.

It was the first night in a while where you had the chance to sit down and enjoy each other’s presence. Benito’s always been busy even when he’s not touring, you were able to handle it for the most part, but you’re a human too and you wanted some quality time with him. You decided to do a quiet movie night in, just the two of you cuddling on the couch and watching a classic rom-com. You both sat in front of the television and you even wore a cute night gown just for him with your head resting on his shoulder and a fuzzy blanket on top of you both. You tried your best to ignore the first few times he took his phone out during the movie, not wanting to make a big deal out of it, but it was starting to get on your nerves as it happened more frequently.

“Sí, sí, lo siento, es que...” he trailed off, tapping his screen quickly and not even turning his head towards you or the screen. He was often talking to his team on his ‘time off’ and when he couldn’t make phone calls he’d simply text them. The problem was that he chose to do it while you specifically asked him not to.

“Babe.” You said and put your hand on his wrist, catching his attention. He raised his eyebrows while his eyes were still glued to the screen in his hands.

“Un momento,” Benito mumbled and jolted his arm away from your touch like an annoyed teenager.

His response shocked you to say the least. He’s never been so focused on his phone when you were around, especially after not having a normal date night in a few months.

“Benito, this is our time together, can’t you let go of that phone for an hour at least?” You sat up and raised your voice, not being able to hide your irritation. You felt like you were scolding a child, you had no patience for this.

“No, no puedo ‘dejarlo ir’, este es mi trabajo.” He moved his eyes towards you with a frustrated expression and brought them back to his phone. His tone was sharp and sarcastic, something that didn’t suit him.

“Quédate aquí a trabajar entonces,” you took the remote to turn the television off and threw it on the coffee table. The loud sound startled Benito, making him raise his head and look at you. “Me voy a dormir.” Standing up, you walked straight to the bedroom as Benito watched and you unintentionally slammed the door.

Benito wanted to be upset, he felt as if he really tried his best to be as present as he could but your reaction made him rethink his actions. He locked his phone and came to the conclusion he might’ve not done enough.

You were already in bed under the covers with the lights out, trying not to sweat from how heated you were. Those nights might not seem like a lot to Benito but they meant the world to you, the thought of him not appreciating the little things made your blood boil and heart break. Just before you could spiral into a sea of negative thoughts, you heard the bedroom door open. The light from the living room shined in, slightly illuminating the bedroom.

Benito quietly called out your name, you didn’t respond. Your back was facing him but you closed your eyes anyways as if it would block the sound of his voice.

“Mi amor, lo siento,” he said, not daring to walk into the room. You ignored him once again, making his heart beat with anxiety. He wanted to explain the situation to you, how his manager suddenly dropped a bomb on him and he couldn’t ignore him. He decided not to go into that, thinking it wouldn’t change how he handled the situation. He carefully walked towards the bed, climbing over his side to lie behind you. “Quiero terminar de ver la película contigo.”

“Lo único que estabas viendo era tu teléfono.” you snapped.

Benito sighed, he wished he could go back a few minutes and just put his damn phone down instead of acting like an asshole.

“Estaba siendo un idiota, lo siento,” he said and got closer to you. “No volverá a suceder, lo prometo.”

You refused to respond, his apology wasn’t convincing you at all. It was the one night you could hang out together and this is how he chose to spend it.

Benito was saddened by how upset he made you. You weren’t the type to give him the silent treatment, so safe to say he was a little scared. He gently placed his hand on your waist and brought his face closer to your ear once he thought of an idea. He realised his plan might make you angrier than you are now but in the best case scenario - it might work.

“¿Te gustaría que me disculpara de otra manera?”

You hated how it gave you goosebumps. Deciding not to give him the satisfaction of earning forgiveness, you stayed silent.

Benito took it as a chance to try and take it further since his initial tactic wasn’t getting any results. He slowly began kissing your neck, “Por favor, perdóname, mami. Sabes que no lo hice a propósito.”

He knew the nickname makes you melt, you almost wanted to turn around and curse him for using it against you. Instead, you stood your ground and didn’t say anything, using every atom in your body to ignore how his trimmed beard delightfully dragged over your skin.

Benito kissed went from your neck to your shoulder as his hand went under your velvety pyjamas, finding your panties and playing gently toying with them. He tried to pull them off, feeling like he’s playing with fire, but to his surprise you lifted your hips to help him take them off completely. He smiled widely, getting excited of what’s to come but hid his expression in order to not push his luck tonight.

Pulling the covers off, he positioned himself so he could face your thighs. He began kissing your thighs and slowly sliding them open as you turned to lie on your back. His kisses made their way closer to your opening, making you adjust your position. Benito hiked up the smooth fabric for easier access and practically salivated, suddenly feeling a familiar hunger.

Benito held himself back from shoving his face into you and instead calmly brought his tongue to your slit. You let your fingers run through his hair and close your eyes, not thinking about anything but his face between your legs right now. He teased you for a little while just to get you wet enough for his fingers. You didn’t expect him to use his hands and gasped when he shoved one digit inside you. Something inside you wanted to be mad at him for that, probably remains of the now forgotten argument, but he made you feel so good you almost instantly forgot about the surprise.

Your soft whimpers and pants were like music to Benito’s ears and he selfishly added another finger, curling them inside you.

“Fuck,” you whined as Benito brought his tongue to your clit, meticulously moving it around the sensitive bud.

“God- faster,” you moaned, feeling yourself getting closer.

“Si, mami,” Benito whined, your voice filling him with arousal. He sped up the pace, earning more beautiful sounds that came out of you.

Desperate for your approval of his special way of apologising, he hummed against you between using his mouth. “¿Lo estoy haciendo bien?”

If the vibrations from his voice weren’t enough, his pathetic tone definitely did the job. “Yeah, so good,” you whimpered.

Benito was on cloud nine, rhythmically pumping his fingers in and out of you while working his tongue and mouth.

“I’m gonna- gonna cum,” you warned him. All he could mutter were quiet “por favor”s until you came all over his fingers. Your moans made his brain all hazy, if he could choose to hear them for the rest of his life he would.

Sliding his fingers out of you once you were done, he watched you heavily breathe as your chest went up and down. He waited patiently for you to speak to him.

You looked down to see his puppy brown eyes, blinking at you. “¿Sigues enfadado conmigo?” he asked quietly.

You sat up with a smirk, grabbed his slick hand and brought it to his lips. “Not if you lick them clean.”

end notes: he licked them clean.

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damnnn

[lareinitaa]

|Are you tired? ୨ৎ

Oral.dirty talk.18+.Fdom Benito had just got home from tour and he was exhausted, you could tell just by the look of him, the time change between Spain and New York was a lot for him. You felt so bad, usually he did really well with travelling since he did it so much but after playing so many shows it really took it out of him, and for him to still come to you in New York regardless made you feel even worse for him. Whenever he saw you he usually ate your pussy until your legs were weak and your clit was swollen, and you loved every bit of it. But this time you wanted to return the favour, he deserved it. You were sitting on the couch beside him watching your favourite show as you normally do, cuddling with your head on his shoulder until you moved your head up and started to kiss his neck. His head tilted up as he let out a small gasp of air. His legs spread out making room for you to sit on. You started kissing his face. His cheeks, his jaw, his chin, until to you made your way up to his temples, to his swollen under eyes that carried the look of jet lag. Then finally, his mouth. His soft lips collided with your own as you started to grind your hips over his half hard dick. He moaned into your lips until you pulled away.

“Are you tired baby?”

“Sí”

“Do you want me to make you cum? are you too tired to cum for me?”

“Mmm..nunca mi amor.” You got off his lap and slip down to your knees. You palmed his hard cock in your hand.

“Tomar sus pantalónes para mi bebé.”

His lifted his hips and pulled them down along with his boxers. Your mouth practically watered at the site. You spit on your hand and took him in your palm and began stroking him. He moaned as you did so. Then you placed him in your mouth and paced your head up and down, he tasted so good.

“Te gusta eso?”

You said in between paces.

“Sí bebé, nadie puede mamar cómo tu.”

Watching him melt like puddy and unravel all because of you made your clit swell. His moans got louder as you quicken your pace. He put his hand in your hair and started to push your head deeper to the base of his cock. He got louder as you went faster. He was so close and you knew it. You kept going until he finished in the back of your throat letting out a loud final moan. You could taste the evidence. He breathed heavily as you slowly moved up and down with your head, getting every last drop and swallowing. you pulled your head away and began stroking his cock as he came down. He looked down at you and pulled you up gently by your chin. Kissing you as he mumbled.

“Te amo tanto mi amor.”

“Mm.. te amo a ti baby.”

[lautordas]

Open relationship ?

Pairings: Jealous!Bad bunny x girlfriend!reader

Warnings: Jealousy

Summary: After a conversation that left her questioning everything, Y/N decides to give Benito a taste of the reality almost created - only to discover that some words hurt more than intended. 

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He had managed to convince you to go out that night, to grab a drink and dance at one of his friend's bars. At first, you'd been hesitant, still shaken by the conversation you'd had the night before, when he hadn't seemed particularly bothered by the idea of turning your relationship into an open relationship. He had never said he wanted one outright, but he hadn't dismissed the idea either.

You had pretended it didn't affect you. You had even laughed, calling him an "idiot" before brushing it off and changing the subject.

Earlier that day, he'd noticed you were a little off and suggested the two of you go out. Eventually, you'd agreed, thinking it might help clear your head.

Instead, it had done the exact opposite.

The conversation refused to leave your mind.

Benito, on the other hand, seemed to have moved on completely. He was laughing with Raúl, his friend and the owner of the bar. You were so lost in your thoughts that you hadn't even noticed when Raúl went back to work. You only came back to reality when you felt Benito's fingertips gently brushing your shoulder.

"¿Estás bien, bebé?" (“Are you okay, baby?”)

"Sí, tranquila... estoy bien" (“Yeah, don't worry… I'm fine.”)

He nodded, clearly unconvinced.

"I'm gonna grab another drink. Do you want anything?" you asked.

"No, I'll go for you. Stay here."

"No, really. I need to walk around for a bit. Don't worry, I'll go."

"Entonces te voy a estar vigilando." He smiled before bringing your hand to his lips and kissing it. (“Then I'll be keeping an eye on you.”)

You smiled back before weaving your way through the crowd toward the bar.

You could feel the lingering stares of a few men who hadn't seen you arrive with someone, but you chose to ignore them.

"Hola, ¿me puedes poner un daiquirí, por favor?" you asked one of the bartenders. (“Hi, can I get a daiquiri, please?”)

While waiting for your drink, your eyes wandered across the room in search of your boyfriend.

He hadn't moved from his seat.

But he definitely wasn't alone anymore.

A woman had taken your spot beside him, laughing at something he'd said. A wave of jealousy rose inside you when she casually rested her hand on his shoulder after taking a selfie with him.

He didn't seem uncomfortable with the interaction.

If anything...

He seemed perfectly at ease.

And somehow, that was the part that irritated you the most.

"Entonces te voy a estar vigilando." Bullshit. (“So I'm going to be keeping an eye on you.”)

What kind of game was he playing?

Your heart started to tighten at the thought of him being intimate with this girl or with any other girl someday.

And then, you reminded yourself that you were stronger than that.

That he was the one who wanted you.

That he was the one who had made the first move.

"No tienes idea de lo mucho que me vuelves loco, cariño." He had told you that after your second time meeting. (“You have no idea how much you drive me crazy, honey.”)

You needed to remind him of all of that.

You needed to put him back in his place.

An open relationship? Well, let's see about that.

You decided to give him a little taste of what that potential life could look like.

You didn't think twice before turning your gaze toward one of the men who had looked at you when you first arrived at the bar. You gave him a seductive look, waiting until you caught his attention innocently before smiling at him.

He immediately smiled back.

A silent game of glances started between the two of you, and you began feeling guilty the moment you saw the man making his way toward you.

You gave Benito one last look. He was still talking to her.

"¿Quieres bailar?" (“Do you want to dance?”)

You jumped slightly at the sudden question, but quickly pulled yourself together. You took a sip of the drink the bartender had just placed in front of you, grabbed the glass, and followed the man onto the dance floor.

With his back turned toward you, he reached out his hand without even having to look back, making sure you wouldn't lose him in the crowd.

Once you were fully immersed among the other dancers, he turned around, spun you around, and the two of you started dancing.

At that moment, you had only one goal.

And you hoped it was only a matter of time.

"¿Cómo te llamas?" the man you were dancing with asked into your ear. (“What's your name?”)

"Y/N."

"Y/N?"

"Sí, ¿y tú?" (“Yeah, and you?”)

"Luis."

"¡Oh! Mucho gusto, Luis, tú..." (“Oh! Nice to meet you, Luis, you...”)

"What are you doing?"

A voice far too familiar interrupted your conversation.

Benito.

"Oh, hey Beni," you said as you turned around, a smile already forming on your lips.

"¿Qué estás haciendo?" (“What are you doing?”) he repeated. "Is this how you're getting a drink at the bar?"

«Eh, wow, un momento… ¿vosotros estáis juntos? No lo sabía, tío ». Luis said, looking between the two of you. ("Eh, wow, wait… are you guys together? I didn't know man.")

"Don't worry, Luis, it doesn't bother him." you said, looking Benito straight in the eyes. "Right, Beni?"

You saw something shift on your boyfriend's face.

"Have you been drinking?" he asked.

But he didn't seem to be waiting for an answer, because he immediately grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the crowd, toward the back of the bar.

He was one of those privileged people who could move freely throughout the entire establishment.

He opened a door and pulled you inside before closing it behind him. You immediately recognized the room. Raúl's office.

"What was that?" he asked.

"What are you talking about?"

"Are you playing with me?"

"Do I look like I am?"

He let out a frustrated breath.

"Y/N."

You tilted your head slightly.

"I didn't do anything wrong," you assured him with a falsely innocent expression.

"Se está burlando de mí." he muttered. (“She's making fun of me.”)

"Hey! I understood what you said."

"That was the point. What was your deal with dancing with some guy while I was waiting for you?"

"Waiting for me?!" You scoffed. "Se está burlando de mí."

You looked at him, your eyes narrowing.

"So this is how you wait for me now? This is how you keep an eye on me? By flirting with the first woman who comes along the second I get up?"

"¿Qué?" he said, offended. "She just wanted a picture!"

"A picture, huh? Just a picture? Are you sure?"

He pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Is that why you did this? Because I talked to a woman who wanted a picture? That's why you decided to go dance with the first guy you saw?"

"I don't understand why this bothers you, Beni. You're the one who wanted this, right?"

"But what the hell are you talking about? What did I want?"

"An open relationship. That's what you said yesterday."

He went quiet.

For a moment, he just stared at you.

You watched as the tension in his eyebrows slowly disappeared, as if he was finally understanding where you were coming from.

"Y/N—"

"That's what you said," you repeated, trying to hide every bit of emotion on your face.

But Benito was starting to know you too well.

Better than anyone. He knew when you were hiding your feelings. He took a step toward you, but you immediately stepped back, raising one finger between you as a warning.

"I’m not enough for you."

"Don't say that. I never said that."

"But that's what it means to me," you admitted, your eyes filling with tears.

"Nena."

"No. Don't call me that."

"Please don't cry. You know I hate seeing you cry."

You sniffled, wiping away a tear before lowering your head.

"You're the only person I want to be with," he confessed.

"Stop, please."

"Te lo juro." ("I swear")

"Then why did you say that?"

"But I didn't say anything, Y/N. I never said that was what I wanted."

"You didn't deny it. You could have told me it was something you could never imagine doing, but you didn't say any of that."

You heard him take a deep breath before stepping closer to you.

"Y/N", he whispered, lifting your chin so you would look at him.

"If my reaction shocked you, I'm sorry."

You didn't say anything. You just looked at him, quietly sniffling.

"Lo siento, Y/N."

He ran his hand gently along your cheek.

"We talked about it with the guys at the studio, and I just wanted to share that thought with you. The same way I would have shared any other topic with you. Other women don't interest me anymore. It's only you. You're the person I wanted from the moment I met you."

A small smile appeared on your lips, and he smiled back.

"Te amo, mami."

"Te amo, Beni."

You let him move closer to your face, and he whispered:

"And I better not see you dancing with—"

"Luis?"

"Any man! Luis, Paul, Lorenzo, or even Raúl!"

"Then stop ruining my days."

"Ruining your day? Seriously?"

"Yes. That's exactly what you did."

"And what if I made it up to you? The day isn't over yet."

"How?"

"I'll show you."

He said it while playfully trying to bite your chin.

You immediately started laughing, and he felt his heart warm at the sound of your laughter.

That was the version of you he loved the most.

He didn't waste another second before kissing you and whispering against your lips:

"Let's go home baby."

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My first piece about Benito! I hope you guys like it <3 (Another one is coming soon!!!)

[yoonmetogether]

pt. 1 rude boy - series masterlist here pairing: skater/DJ!yoongi x OF creator!reader genre: social media au, strangers-to-lovers rating: explicit contact MDNI!!!! summary: as an only fans creator, you've gotten a decent amount of subscribers sliding into your dms with praise and offers of monetary affection, hoping for an extra crumb of attention. your attention isn't easy to get, until this message pops up from the username dj gloss: "your boyfriend's mid." warnings/tags: yoongi's a perv but not a creep, conversations about sex, uhhhhh i cant think of anymore but if i missed something let me know!! wc: maybe 2-3k? notes: FINALLY I FINISHED SOMETHING but I’m kinda nervous about this ngl anyway enormous shoutout to my girl aqua not only for coming up with this amazing fic idea and bestowing it upon me, but for creating this sick fucking banner i literally cant stop looking at it!!! it's so cool i could never come up with something better aqua i'm gonna make out with you and your brain one day. and thanks to moochi and aqua for lurking on my doc and beta-ing and giving suggestions and edits and aqua straight up writing lines and for always being my biggest cheerleaders yall mean the world to me <3333 divider: @/httpssturns

Your boyfriend is out on the town doing who knows what with his friends, so you have the apartment to yourself. Cool vibes playlist streaming on the living room speakers, you're on the couch with your laptop, editing the most recent video you and your boyfriend recorded for your Only Fans account.

A fun, dirty way of paying tuition and helping your boyfriend with bills, but you make sure no one at school or in your group of friends knows you're doing it. What started out as you fucking around with your best friend selling feet pics when you were high and bored, you quickly became sucked in by the lure of attention and monetary rewards for showing your naked, anonymous body to paying strangers online. You've been building a subscriber list for a couple years now, promoting yourself on Instagram with raunchy, teasing selfies and videos, under the pseudonym ‘Misty.' Usually, a blunt would be sitting between two fingers to help you get through the tediousness of blurring your faces and photoshopping out your tattoos, but it's been a while since your boyfriend has paid a visit to his dealer.

You met your boyfriend during the final half of your senior year of undergrad, in an elective for web design. He was sweet, always showing up to meet up right before class, hanging around after to walk you back to your dorm. You studied together, pulled all nighters in the library, and after a party celebrating the end of midterms, you went back to his dorm and he fucked you to sleep. Maybe you didn’t have too much in common, maybe he could be a little inattentive at times, forgot to call you when he said he would, relied on you to plan out dates, but he showered you with flowers and small gifts, paid every time you went out, drove you around whenever you needed a ride. If you argued, he was quick to cave and apologize or compromise. He filled in the lonely gaps in your life. And the sex was nice. Okay, maybe he rarely went down on you and you’ve given yourself harder and faster orgasms than he managed to pull out of you, but he usually made you come at least once, which was more than you got from previous partners. And he was good at aftercare and always ended up spooning you in his sleep. Things were good.

You always felt a little bad for not telling him about your Only Fans account, only because you worried that he, like any other guy, would get upset and end up spilling your secret to his friends, destroying your reputation. You thought about giving it up, but the little odd jobs you found around campus were not enough to support you, so you kept doing it.

Close to your six month anniversary, your shitty apartment flooded and destroyed a ton of your valuables, and he let you crash for a while. After finding out that your apartment was moldy and uninhabitable, he offered for you to just move in with him. A little soon in the relationship to be taking this step? Yeah, but you had nowhere else to go. Your best friend, Ana, just moved in with her beefcake boyfriend, and you didn't want to impose. And your boyfriend said that you didn't have to pay rent while you got back on your feet. 

It was then that you decided to come clean.

At first, a little light in his eyes died, and he seemed to be very uncomfortable, which you understood. But after assuring him that you obscured your identity and sharing how much you made, he became more open to the fact. 

The first time you let him watch you set up your phone on the tripod and record content, he sat in his gaming chair as you knelt on the bed, and slowly peeled off your skimpy robe. You felt a little nervous under his scrutinizing gaze, so you left your lingerie on and kept things rated R instead of your usual rated X. You willed yourself not to look past the camera at him as you teasingly rolled your hips and massaged your breasts, murmuring “You like that?” and other dirty talk to the screen.

“How far do you go?” he asked, clearing his throat when you turned around to wiggle your ass, showing off your brand new thong.

“I take off everything and play with myself a little.”

“Do you come?”

“Sometimes.”  You often made so much content that it became harder to get yourself in the mood, but you always played it up for the camera. He’d never know that you occasionally use those tactics with him. He got up, erection straining in his sweats, and met you by the edge of the bed, looking down at you with lust in his eyes you’d never seen before. 

“Do you think you’d make more money if you had someone to fuck you?”

“Do you have someone in mind?”

He smirked, grabbed your face, kissed you, and fucked you as if the camera wasn’t there. When you watched the video again, he seemed to be so turned on by it that he gave you another couple rounds. And from it, you received a stream of new subscribers, even more on Instagram when you posed together for faceless pictures - you sitting or kneeling on the bed, him standing dominatingly beside you, holding your cheek, your throat, like he wanted the whole internet to know you were his. Your subscribers ate it up.

And then it became a routine. You worked your part time shifts at the off-campus cafe, he at his office job, went to your classes, and then on the weekends tumbled around in the sheets with the camera rolling. Money steadily increased in your shared savings account and you became more comfortable working less hours so you could focus on your studies, however unenthused you might be about your degree. 

As the weeks went by, he started taking you out less on dates. Maybe because he took on more hours at work, and since you lived together, he saw you all the time, so he’d rather hang out with his boys on his days off. (Friends that he never brought over, and a part of you wondered if it had something to do with you.) He still made time to record content, but only after he finished streaming his game on Twitch. Although you’d never bring it up to him, worried you might disturb this groove you’ve become accustomed to, the spark you once had fizzled a little. Sex started to feel less about intimacy, and more about a couple trying to make a couple bucks. But you’d be dumb trying to fix something that’s not completely broken. So you make yourself enjoy the moments he’s affectionate with you when the camera isn’t on. Even if you’re the one seeking him out.

You know he had a rough time at work last week, which is why you didn’t make a fuss about why he didn't invite you to his basketball tournament out of town. It is nice to have time alone, but without someone to talk to, you feel yourself becoming lonely. You owe it to yourself to have a self-care night, so as soon as you finish editing, you’ll hop in a warm, bubbly bath.

After making the final edits and watching it through on mute a couple times to make sure you didn't miss blurring anything, you upload it to your account. You think this one will roll in quite a bit of cash, as you recorded multiple angles of your boyfriend fucking you from behind fast and rough and lewd, expelling loud moans and borderline cries from you. Some of your sounds are exaggerated and porn star-y, but it seems to appeal to your viewers, as you received tons of extra tips in addition to comments and DMs on your Instagram.

You spend a long time in the bath and once you're done, you order takeout, put on a soothing face mask, and settle in on the couch again to watch a movie. While you wait for your food to cool, already bored, you log back into Insta to check for feedback and requests for a subscription or access to a more exclusive level of content. A string of message threads has flooded your DMs, and you’re about to shut off your phone and deal with them later when a new message pops in. Your eyebrow raises. This one has an actual picture in the icon. And a real username - dj gloss.

Who the fuck is this guy??? You click onto his profile, and you’re taken to an unprivated page flooded with photo sets and reels featuring him. He's messaging you, an Only Fans creator, from his personal account? No one has ever DMed you like this, without hiding their identity behind a blank profile. “Tokyo” by Brockhampton plays on his most recent video of a POV shot as he glides around on a skateboard, wearing black vans and loose, ripped jeans, wires of earbuds hitting his chest as he makes sharp turns and casual flips of the board. All the while he lifts a joint in and out of the frame, smoke billowing around before being carried off by the wind.

Why do you find that so cool? Ugh! You should abandon this conversation now, but one, okay, two things has you curious and needing answers.

It should end there. But you've never had your attention snagged like this. You've never had a conversation with a stranger who pulled you in, made it easy to talk to. Maybe because the last time you spoke to your boyfriend was a couple days ago and your best friend has been too busy renovating her apartment to have time to hang out or chat on the phone, maybe because you’re bored and maybe because you’re tired, these are the excuses you go with to justify your continued scrolling through his profile. And seeing what this man is up to in his life, you can’t help but be intrigued. More videos and pictures of him skating, looking cool as hell, you zoom in one that more clearly shows his fake. He is not unfortunate looking. And he has a fucking piercing on his left eyebrow. You scroll on before your mind can wander to other places he might have piercings. He has pictures surrounded by groups of friends, of an adorable black cat (that's wearing a ruffled bowtie this guy can't be fucking real), and you get stuck on a thread of photos of him standing in front of a turntable, headphones on, facing an enthusiastic, jumping crowd. He's a DJ, too? How many side quests is this guy on?

It really should've ended there. But it doesn’t.

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[saturnnverse]

hai… i was wondering if you could do sean diaz x reader during prom/ hoco season? how would sean ask reader out? preferablyyyy established relationship, but no pressure! tysm! i love ur work ❤︎⁠

꩜ | BF!SEAN DIAZ ⭑.ᐟ headcanons

summary ⋮ sean's thought process while planning on asking you out for HOCO

a/n ⋮ baby's first request 🥹🫰this idea is so cute too i love everything about hoco season

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𓏲ּ𝄢 bf!sean who is a mess once hoco season starts to near. he doesn’t want to mess this up because he knows how important these events can be.

𓏲ּ𝄢 bf!sean who gets even more anxious with lyla’s nonstop questions. she mentions so many other things that weren’t in his original checklist. 

𓏲ּ𝄢 bf!sean who pesters his dad for extra money because his paycheck doesn’t cover all the things he’s buying for you. he doesn’t escape without teasing comments from his dad. 

𓏲ּ𝄢 bf!sean who doesn’t do basic posters. he made multiple posters all varying between your favorite shows, movies, and music. there’s a whole elimination process with lyla and daniel as the judges. 

𓏲ּ𝄢 bf!sean who hides said posters in daniel’s room when you come over. he doesn’t want to spoil the surprise. as far as he knows you have no idea about his plan. (you’re oblivious to lyla’s hints) 

𓏲ּ𝄢 bf!sean who acts uninterested when you mention hoco to him. it pains him to ignore your disappointed face, but he knows when the time comes your happiness will make it up. he distracts you with dates and gifts in the meantime.

𓏲ּ𝄢 bf!sean who practices in the mirror on what to say to you a week before hoco. lyla gives him tips on what to say and when the right time would be. 

𓏲ּ𝄢 bf!sean who makes an extra basket with plushies, snacks, and drinks. he organizes the poster and basket making sure it looks perfect.

𓏲ּ𝄢 bf!sean who wouldn’t do public proposals. he doesn’t want to put pressure on you or even embarrass you. he would either ask you out in his bedroom or a secluded spot in the skate park.

𓏲ּ𝄢 bf!sean who can’t contain the huge smile when you say yes. all of his hard work pays off knowing you’re going to the dance with him.

[user122795]

BOYFRIEND BENITO HEADCANONS (+18), BENITO ANTONIO MARTINEZ OCASIO

bad bunny x f!reader, word count: 837

author’s note: something simple i guess, there is nsfw so beware & I feel like it’s kind of long but oh well, just trying to keep the benito tag alive </3

bf!benito who sends voice notes instead of texts.

he always means to keep it short, but it turns into a full update about his day, random thoughts, and things that reminded him of you. you listen to them like they’re second nature now, hearing his voice feels easier than reading words on a screen. and sometimes you replay them just to fall asleep a little easier when he’s not there.

bf!benito who always reaches for your hand without thinking about it.

even if it’s crossing streets, walking through airports, standing in line, his hand finds yours automatically. it’s not for attention, just habit. like being connected to you is the most natural thing in the world. he doesn’t even notice when he does it anymore until you’re already holding on.

bf!benito who notices every small change about you.

whether it’s a haircut, a different lip gloss, the way your energy shifts when you’re tired, he picks it up instantly. he won’t always comment on it right away, but later he’ll mention it like it was obvious. it makes you feel like nothing about you ever goes unseen by him.

bf!benito who keeps your relationship private, but consistent.

he doesn’t feel the need to post everything or prove anything online. instead, he shows up for you in the ways that actually matter, checking in, making time, and making sure you always know where you stand with him, and that consistency becomes the quiet thing you trust most about him.

bf!benito who turns quiet moments into comfort.

driving at night with music low, sitting together after a long day, or just being in the same room doing different things. he doesn’t always need conversation, just your presence is enough, and he makes sure you feel that too. even silence with him starts to feel like a place you can rest in.

NSFW headcanons (18+)

bf!benito who lovessssss eating you out

he'll spread your legs wide, his thumbs pressing into your inner thighs, "you think I forgot how good you taste, mi amor?" he won't. he’ll prove it, his tongue flat and warm, his hums of approval, it's overwhelming. he always makes you finish, your hands gripping his curls, just pure bliss.

bf!benito who loves lazy sunday morning sex.

no alarms, no plans. he’ll kiss your shoulder, your neck, your cheek, whispering, "buenos días, i’m amor.” he doesn’t rush. he’ll slide into you from behind, inch by inch, a soft groan escaping his lips. the sex is slow and tender. he’ll hold you close, his chest pressed to your back, he’ll fuck you like he has all the time in the world, because he does. he’ll make you finish with soft and gentle thrusts, and then he'll pull out, roll you onto your back, and bury his face between your legs for round two.

bf!benito who loves making you squirt.

he’ll spend hours between your legs, his fingers curled inside you, searching for that spot that makes you gush. he loves the reaction, the way you cry out. he’ll watch, mesmerized, as you come undone for him. "that’s it, bebé," he'll murmur, “let go for me." he’ll keep going, pushing you to another orgasm. he loves it, the proof of your pleasure. he’ll clean you up afterwards with soft, kisses, a satisfied smile on his face.

bf!benito who loves phone sex when he's on tour.

he’ll be in a hotel room in another city, missing you like crazy. he’ll call you late at night, his voice low. "what are you wearing, bebé?" he'll ask. he’ll describe exactly what he wants to do to you when he gets home, his voice a dark whisper. he’ll tell you to touch yourself, to let him hear you. he’ll listen, his hand moving over himself, his breathing ragged. "i wish i was there," he'll groan. "i’d fuck you so good." he’ll come with your name on his lips, and then he'll stay on the phone with you, talking softly until you both fall asleep.

bf!benito who loves aftercare just as much as the sex.

he’ll bring you water, make sure you drink. he’ll rub your back, your legs, your sore muscles. He'll kiss your forehead, your nose, your lips. he’ll wrap you in his arms and hold you close, his voice a soft murmur. "you did so good, mi amor. te quiero." he’ll stay awake until you fall asleep, just watching you, stroking your hair. the real intimacy is in the quiet moments after, when you're both vulnerable and soft, and he can show you just how much you mean to him. ♡

[majycka]

LIS2 4th of July headcanons

To my fellow americans, "WTF IS A KILOMETERR RAHHH 🦅🤯💣🇺🇸💥" day!1!! and what a better way to celebrate it by listing some lis2 hcs (fluff, angst, and more)

Esteban wakes up his kids in the ass crack of dawn so they can get the best spots for their downtown 20 minute firework show

Yes, he makes them camp with the tent and shit

When they do celebrate at home, Esteban hosts cookouts and Sean gets to learn how to make carne asada

Sean almost lost a finger lighting up a firework and his dad makes fun of him every year for it

Daniel loves the pop-its!!

Teen Daniel (and Chris!) would've loved obnoxiously screaming the “WTF is a kilometer!” meme

Lyla tries to convince Sean to do an insane fireworks stunt in their neighborhood once. That said stunt is them riding a shopping cart with fireworks attached to it lol

BB ending diaz bros does a lil cookout to honor their escape from the US

PW Daniel and Karen made it their yearly tradition to do the lantern 4th of july at the canyon 

Meanwhile, PW Sean also does the same at puerto lobos 

Redemption/LW ending fourth of july is just one painful memory for the diaz bros :((

For LW Daniel, its his bro’s death anniversary and he’d try to sketch out a new drawing for his brother’s grave every year ;_;

For Redemption ending, adult Daniel tries to make it a good memory for his bro Sean by camping out at the canyon to watch the sunset and stars and they play cards till dusk

[saturnnverse]

಄ | STRANGER!SEAN DIAZ ⭑.ᐟ headcannons

summary | sean meets you for the first time at a party

a/n | i want to expand my writing but wattpad gives me such bad writers block so ive decided to come to tumblr and feed the sean diaz's fans because there is so little fanfics for him would this even be considered as headcannons??

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ stranger!sean who notices immediately when you sit down next to him at the campfire. he catches the look of disappointment written all over your face, and he can’t help but ask if you are okay.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ stranger!sean who doesn’t believe you when you say you are. though he can’t blame you seeing how he’s a total stranger to you.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ stranger!sean who reluctantly hands over his weed pen to you. he thinks it’s the best thing he could offer at this lame party. he throws in his name when you take the pen from his hands. your fingers lightly brush over his knuckles.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ stranger!sean who can’t help but blush at the touch. he looks away from you hoping you didn’t notice the red forming on his face. 

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ stranger!sean who puts his attention on you the moment you give him your name as well. he repeats it, pronouncing every letter carefully before a small smile forms on his lips.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ stranger!sean who spends the rest of the night with you at the campfire. taking turns with his pen and basically draining the battery of it. the two of you ending the night in giggles and a new-found friendship.

[sienawh2sper]

bad bunny fanfic tag is dry asl what happened guys😭😭😭

[unsweetenedpomegranatejam]

bedtime chroniclesᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 (no. 3)

it’s 5 am and i write this while listening to her by the american dawn

limbs encircled your waist. a nose buried deep in between your shoulder blades. shallow breaths brushed against your clammy skin.

you and sean barely ever fought, and this was one of the worst by far, even if an outsider couldn’t tell from the way the two of you were sleeping together.

you had fallen asleep just like this, turned away from sean with a heavy heart as he murmured quiet apologies into your upper arm. his thumb gently rubbing arcs on your exposed hip.

tense.

so incredibly tense.

you carefully pried yourself away from sean’s sleepy grasp. maybe a cup of water would do you some good. a quiet moment to wallow in. perched on the edge of the bed, you glanced over your shoulder and softened. sean’s eyebrows were drawn together, pulled down. the faintest pout dragged at his lips.

you couldn’t leave him like this — upset and perturbed, even while in deep sleep. your hand clasped his shoulder and weakly shook him. you cupped his cheek as he started to stir, quietly grumbling under his breath.

“hey, hey…” you whispered, cutting sean off before he could get a frantic word out. “you wanna come with me to the kitchen? i’m getting some water.”

sean’s fingers rested tender on your wrist, pinning your palm to his cheek. “fuck, okay… you don’t…?” he let the rest of the question hang in the air.

you shook your head. no. you didn’t want to prolong the misery the both of you were going through any longer. your lips pressed against his sweaty hairline. he leaned into the kiss.

“‘m sorry,” he repeated vulnerably.

a slight caress. “i know. me, too. let’s save it for the morning, i just want to sit with you.”

the two of you couldn’t be separated while navigating your tiny and cluttered kitchen, not even for a second. bare skin pressed along cool blue cotton. your lips found sean’s again and again if they weren’t being chewed up by your teeth. it was comfortably quiet. it appeared that while concerning yourselves with each other so closely, your breathing patterns synced. deciding on a drink to share was surprisingly easy. the two of you didn’t even like tea, but tea seemed like the only appropriate thing to drink at a time like this.

bundled up on your couch, with a cup of piping hot tea you haven’t had a taste of in months, your body curled into sean’s next to you. his limbs moved on instinct to hold you and hold you close. the mugs of oddly sweet tea soon were forgotten on the coffee table as your face was tucked under sean’s ear. your arms were tight around his middle, promising. warm kisses were littered all over your temple.

the quietest, softest murmurs passed between your lips, reassuring each other in the gentlest tone you could manage. neither of you let your eyelids droop until you were completely sure the other person was content, and even then, you held on firmly.

[dykebehaviour]

if you're taking requests,can you write Ellie x reader but in brokeback mountain?

(basically Enis and Jack but lesbian lmao)

ain’t nothin’ bad ‘bout lovin’ you

🌲 cw: brokeback mountain au, butch!ellie, cowboy!ellie, cowboy!reader, smut (light), secret love, time skip.

🌄 a/n: i love love love brokeback mountain so tysm for this request, hope you like it!

the first time ellie kissed you, the air was so cold you could see your breath.

you were nineteen. she was twenty. wyoming had been good to neither of you. ranch work was thankless and heavy, but it was the only thing you knew. it paid enough to send a little money back home, to keep your truck running, to buy the kind of beer that burned your throat. enough to make you feel like maybe, maybe, you could stay.

brokeback wasn’t meant to be anything more than a summer job. sheep herding, they said. four months in the high country with a tent and a radio and barely a word from anyone. you weren’t good with people. ellie wasn’t either. that’s what made it easy.

that, and the way she looked in the mornings. sleep-mussed, boots half-laced, sitting by the fire with a cigarette hanging from her lips like she was born out of ash and pine.

you didn’t say much that first week. just nods. shrugs. passing the thermos of coffee back and forth, bitter as hell. but somewhere between the early dawns and snow still clinging to the mountain tops, ellie started talking.

“how long you been workin’ stock?”

“since i was a kid. my uncle ran beef in colorado.”

“you miss it?”

“nothin’ really to miss.”

she didn’t talk about her past like you did. not in full sentences. just bits. her mom died when she was thirteen. her dad wasn’t in the picture. she lived with a guy called joel now. not blood, but close enough. said she used to ride bulls for money, till she got kicked and broke her collarbone clean through.

“you’re tough,” you said.

she gave you a crooked grin. “you’re pretty.”

the fire cracked. you looked away.

it was cold that night. too cold for spring. you’d been up in the higher meadows, chasing a couple ewes who’d gone off into the brush. ellie stayed at base camp, said her knee was ‘actin’ up’. when you got back, soaked and shivering, the tent was glowing with lamplight.

“you’re gonna freeze,” she said. “get in here.”

your boots were wet. your hands were numb. you crawled inside the tent anyway. she threw her jacket over your shoulders.

“jesus,” you muttered. “did it drop below freezing?”

“think so.” she looked at your shaking hands. “c’mere.”

she rubbed them between her palms. rough, slow, like she’d done it before. like it mattered. and then she looked up at you, green eyes steady, and said, soft:

“let me warm you up.”

it wasn’t rushed. wasn’t clumsy or cruel. ellie kissed you like she’d been thinking about it for a long time. her mouth was warm, her hand cupping your jaw like you’d break if she let go. your heart felt like it could burn through your ribs.

you kissed her back.

god, you kissed her back.

after that, the mountain changed.

not the landscape - it was still endless and quiet and cruelly beautiful - but the way you moved through it. you weren’t just two ranch hands anymore. you were something else. something softer. hidden.

she held your hand in the dark. traced lines across your hipbone while the wind howled outside. pressed her lips to your shoulder after you came and whispered your name like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.

you’d lie awake some nights, tangled in the sleeping bag, and wonder how it could ever be enough. just these moments. just this season.

but it was everything.

one night, lying beside her after hours of nothing but her mouth on your skin and her fingers buried deep inside you, you whispered:

“what happens when the job ends?”

ellie tensed.

“don’t know,” she said, too fast. “we go home, i guess.”

“to what?”

she didn’t answer.

you knew she’d be going back to jackson. back to joel and his quiet, watchful eyes. back to fixing fences and riding horses and pretending none of this ever happened.

and you? you’d go back to colorado. to the dust, to the noise, to the kind of life that ate girls like you alive.

you reached out, brushed the hair from her eyes. “you ever think about… runnin’?”

her eyes flickered. “what, like-leave everything?”

“yeah. you, me. start somewhere new. oregon. california, maybe.”

she was quiet for a long time. then: “that ain’t how it works.”

you blinked, stung. “why not?”

“‘cause this-” She gestured between you. “this don’t survive down there.”

“you don’t know that.”

“i do.”

you sat up, pulling the blanket to your chest. “so that’s it? this was just…mountain air and soft nights?”

she looked at you, mouth a tight line. “i didn’t say that.”

“then say what you mean.”

ellie stood. lit a cigarette with shaking fingers. “i mean i love you,” she said hoarsely. “but i ain’t stupid.”

your chest splintered.

she looked at you like it broke her too.

by september, the snow was coming down early. you broke camp in silence. packed the mules. strapped down the gear. ellie didn’t meet your eyes.

you didn’t kiss her goodbye.

you just nodded, once, and rode off in opposite directions.

five years later

the bar in jackson was loud.

you hadn’t meant to come back. hadn’t meant to see her. but the job brought you through town - briefly. long enough for one beer. one night. one slow, aching glance around a room full of strangers until…

there she was.

older. a little broader. same eyes.

you stopped breathing.

she was sitting alone, nursing a whiskey. when she looked up, and saw you - really saw you - her expression cracked like glass.

you walked over.

“ellie.”

she blinked. “christ.”

you wanted to hug her. punch her. beg her to come with you.

instead, you said: “you still smoke?”

she grinned; shaky, unsure. “yeah.”

you lit up outside. it was quiet. cold. familiar.

“still got that scar?” you asked.

she nodded, pulled up her sleeve to show the faded mark on her collarbone. you touched it without thinking.

“missed you,” she whispered.

“missed you too.”

you didn’t go back to your hotel that night.

you went to her place.

it was small. sparse. smelled like cedar and beer. she kissed you in the doorway like you were hers again. pinned you against the wall, groaning into your mouth. your coat fell. her flannel came off. and then it was just skin, and breath, and memory.

she fucked you slow. like she wanted to remember every inch. her fingers were rough, but her voice was soft.

“you’re still the prettiest thing i ever saw.”

“ellie-”

“shh. i got you.”

you came with your hands in her hair and your mouth on her neck. she held you after. like nothing had ever changed.

in the morning, she made coffee.

you watched her from the doorway, wearing one of her shirts.

“you ever think about that mountain?” you asked.

ellie didn’t look at you. just nodded. “every damn day.”

you crossed the room. wrapped your arms around her waist. she leaned back into you, eyes fluttering shut.

“i still think we could make it,” you said quietly.

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

she turned. kissed your forehead. “maybe this time, we don’t have to run.”

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[unsweetenedpomegranatejam]

im begging for more f!reader n established relationship pls 😭🙏

˚₊‧꒰݁♬ breathe into me ⋆˚໒꒱˚.

first of all SO sorry this took so long!!! i was bouncing around a whole bunch of ideas when i shouldve prioritized this one </3 enjoy this as an apology

sean diaz x f!reader ᝰ.ᐟ sfw

1.1k words

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

“Okay, babe, you’ve been hiding your hands from me since I picked you up.”

“I just want to wait until we’re in a good enough spot so I can watch your reaction,” you beamed, bouncing off the heels of your feet. 

“Well,” Sean turned the keys in the lock and opened the door, “is right here a good place? Come on, I wanna see.” 

You faced your boyfriend and held your hands out in loose fists before opening them, revealing your new set of acrylic nails. Sean let out a low whistle as he held your hands in his own. He individually analyzed each fingernail, viewing it from every angle as he commented. 

“How long did it take?”

“A couple hours.”

“Did it hurt?”

“Not at all.” 

“Why are they so pointy?”

“I just like them that way.”

“… Is that an ‘S’ on your ring finger?” 

You grinned when he finally noticed. “Yeah, I asked her to put your initial on it.”

Sean bit back a small smile, brushing his thumb over your knuckles and rubbing the length of your finger. He turned your hand over and kissed your palm. 

“It’s cute.” 

“You like it?” You chuckled, watching with bated breath Sean kiss your fingers and knuckles and wrist. 

“Mm, nah. I hate it actually,” Sean smirked playfully. 

You rolled your eyes as if fondness and affection weren’t blooming warm in your chest. Your fingers tenderly grazed Sean’s face.

“Are you doing anything?” The softness of your murmur coaxed Sean to melt into your hand, holding it in place against his face. 

“Like,” he murmured back, “later?” 

“No, now.”

He shook his head. “I don’t have any work to do.” 

Your hands cupped either side of Sean’s warming face. “You wanna take a nap with me? I’m tired.” 

Sean perked up, his metaphorical tail wagging hard. His dark brown eye twinkled at you expectantly. His hands found the curve of your waist and gently pulled you closer. 

You grinned. It was just too easy. 

Your hands rested on Sean’s shoulders as your gaze wandered all over his face. 

“I need you to help me, though. Everything is so much harder with nails on,” you explained as Sean, not so subtly, led you to the bedroom. 

“Help you with what?” He asked. Like he didn’t know, that bastard. He took pleasure in forcing you to say the words out loud.

“You know,” your hand slid from his shoulder to lightly wrap around his bicep, tightening around the muscle through his sleeve. “I can't change by myself.” 

That hushed, melodic sound of Sean’s giggle tugged at your heart, leaving you feeling fuzzy and dazed in Sean’s hands. He weakly kicked the door open. “Can you actually not undress yourself or do you just want me to do it for you?” 

“Don’t pretend like you weren’t acting dumb on purpose so I could ask you to help me change.” 

The two of you exchanged adoring, knowing smirks as you lifted both your arms and let Sean peel your shirt off your body and over your head. He placed his hands on your belt and pulled you closer. Your lips eagerly landed on Sean’s, kissing him as he undressed you from the waist down. Now you were just in your bra and underwear, exposed but so comfortable under the weight of Sean’s appreciative gaze. His thumbs hooked over the lacy hem of your underwear to properly grip onto your hips.  

You tilted your head to the side, deepening the fervid kiss just slightly. Your hands found warm skin under Sean’s shirt. Your fingertips cascaded down the familiar muscles of his back before gripping into the hem of his shirt and pulling up. You dipped your head down to plant light kisses along his collarbone. 

“You’re really hot,” you whispered. 

“Heh, thanks.” 

“No, like, temperature wise. Why are you so warm?” 

Sean rolled his eyes playfully. “I don’t know… I feel cold.” 

“Seriously? Come here.” 

You climbed onto the queen sized bed and kicked the duvet down to make room for your legs. You beckoned Sean closer. He hurriedly stepped out of his pants, discarding the article of clothing in a heap along with your the rest of outfit, and crawled towards you. You guided Sean to lay across your lap, stomach down. Instead, he lifted one of your thighs, laid down, and let it rest on his neck. 

You raised a concerned eyebrow. “… Are you okay there? It feels like I’m suffocating you.”

The ghost of a smile curled Sean’s pouty lips. His eyelids were starting to get droopy from just a couple seconds of being near you like this. Now for the part you were most excited about since deciding to get acrylics. Your nails disappeared in Sean’s hair, gently scratching his scalp. Any tension hidden in his muscles rapidly dissipated as Sean relaxed in your lap, damn near purring. Your lips wore a satisfied smirk. 

“You like that, Sean?” You teased.

Sean didn’t even bother to open his eyes as he groggily retaliated, leaning into your fingertips. “Shut… up…” 

“You want me to move my hands?” 

“Yes… a little bit to the left…”

Your fingernails traveled to scratch close to Sean’s left ear, his head following the movement. He could only move so much with your thighs circling around his throat. You used your nails on your free hand to lightly scrape Sean’s backside, coaxing a low and sleepy moan from him. His hand came up from his side to cup the outer side of your thigh. Sean rubbed languid circles into your warm skin as you massaged his body and, apparently, he still had the energy to press lazy kisses into your inner thigh. 

Your heart fluttered.

Sean looked so sweet and drowsy in between your legs, patting your thigh while he could barely keep himself awake. You took a moment to appreciate the sight. Your fingers brushed over his cheek, his forehead, his nose. They carded through his mussed bangs. They buried themselves in his hair once again. He smiled gratefully. 

You tore your attention away from him. Just for a few minutes while you checked your phone — your forgotten emails and missed messages. Getting caught up turned into scrolling, and soon enough, an hour passed without you even realizing. Darkness blanketed your bedroom while you weren’t looking. It made everything harder to see, but it was much easier now to give into your growing need to rest, 

You blinked slowly, lethargically. A yawn parted your mouth wide open. Your heavy lidded gaze fell onto the dark, slightly sweaty head of hair still wedged in between your thighs. Sean’s face was completely hidden. A hand pinned back his bangs and confirmed your suspicions. 

Yep. Dead asleep.

You brushed his bangs back into place and gently cupped his cheek. At that moment, you realized you couldn’t bend down and place a kiss upon Sean’s forehead, even if you wanted to, so a tender caress would have to do. You murmured under your breath sweet nothings as Sean snoozed, completely surrounded by you.

[iheartwhre]

Hi! How are u? Hope ur ok

Can i request one where Benito and reader are dating but in secret and they see him with anothee woman but its not what it seems? Angst with happy ending please

Sorry if something Its wrong, english Its not my language!! Bye💜

only you

spanglish, angst, established secret relationship, jealous insecure reader, reassuring benito, angst with happy ending, some smau

➺ authors note: hii yes i’ve been okay, just really busy with work and other personal things. i don’t really write angst fics but i hope you enjoy it. i wouldn’t mind writing more in the future x

You stood in the middle of your bedroom after your shower, the vanilla scent of your body wash still fresh on your skin, towel wrapped tight around your body while you had TikTok on autoplay. The familiar deep voice pulled a smile at first until hers joined in, flirty and bright, laughing at every little comment like it was the funniest thing she’d ever heard.

As girls, you could always spot it: the way she angled her body toward him, the extra lilt in her tone, the way her eyes lingered and she found excuses to touch her hair or lean closer.

It wasn’t just friendliness; it was interest, the kind that hoped for more. You picked up your phone, walked back to your room, and dove into the comments.

The internet was already running with it.

crystal: am i bugging🤨 did anyone see th way he looked at her lips likeee

apxllo orz: I DIDNT KNOW THIS WAS AN OPTIONNNN ???

🎀benitoedits: im crin, u guys forget men and women can be friends😭

But the shipping drowned them out.

You sighed deeply and sat on the edge of your bed, the weight of it all settling heavy. You and Benito had been together for a long while now, but everything stayed hidden for the sake of his label, his brand, that carefully cultivated “womanizer player” image he’d built for years.

He’d reassured you countless times, yet the overthinking always crept back in the quiet moments. Is any of this real? What if he’s just keeping me around because he doesn’t want to hurt me? What if there really is another woman? You let yourself drown in those thoughts for a minute before sitting up straighter and rubbing your eyes in slow, careful back and forth motions.

You stood in front of your big mirror and did what came naturally when distress hit: you took photos. Soft poses, damp hair, towel still in place. As you did, his notification lit up your screen.

You rolled your eyes, not at him exactly, but at the entire situation. The knot in your chest tightened. You sat back on the edge of the bed, quickly put together a carousel post on Instagram, carefully curated shots that showed enough skin then watched as your feed flooded with fresh headlines and posts about Bad Bunny and that same stylist. Always her.

The rumors dragged on because no one shut them down; they let the narrative run because it sold. You got dressed in something cute, slipping into a soft baby pink long sleeve crop top that hugged your body perfectly and paired it with sleek black flared leggings that’s accentuated your curves. You added a bit of silver jewelry, did your makeup with extra care and took a few more photos for your story.

Finally you lay on your bed scrolling until the text came through.

You slipped on your shoes and headed down. When you climbed into his car, he leaned over immediately, pulling you into a warm, lingering kiss that tasted sweet. “Mi amor,” he murmured against your lips, smiling with those lips that usually melted everything. But the air between you felt thick tonight. He’d brought flowers—beautiful ones, and as he set them in the back seat, you couldn’t help wondering if any paparazzi had caught him buying them and were already drafting headlines claiming they were for her.

He started driving, talking about his day in a spanglish flow. “Ay, mami, today was crazy. Tu sabes how the director kept changing everything last minute, and the stylist was all up in my space trying to fix things that didn’t need fixing. Me tenía loco con las pruebas de vestuario que no terminaban nunca-I was crazy with the wardrobe tests that never ended. I just wanted to finish and come get you.” You nodded along, offering small “yeah”s and “mhm” to show you were listening, but your responses stayed quiet. Your mind was elsewhere, replaying the video, the comments, the endless posts.

He noticed. At every red light his hand reached over to caress your cheek, thumb brushing tenderly, giving you the space he knew you sometimes needed before speaking.

As you got closer to the private restaurant he’d rented for the night, a notification lit up his car screen. Just “🐾”. You recognized the emoji instantly.

It was hers. The one she used everywhere on her stories and posts. The sight sat heavy in your chest. She was always spamming him, popping up at random hours, and you hated feeling like you had to say anything. You didn’t want to be that girl, the insecure one checking phones and starting fights. But if he was around more often instead of these carefully scheduled secret nights, maybe you wouldn’t have to sit with all this doubt alone.

The restaurant was beautiful and unfamiliar, tucked away for total privacy. Benito helped you out of the car, hand at your waist, and led you inside. The staff, all under NDA, moved professionally, smiling but discreet. Benito pulled your chair out like a gentleman, and once you were both seated under the soft candlelight, you ordered your favorites. You made sure to smile warmly at the waitstaff and laugh lightly at small pleasantries, keeping your public mask on so no one could think negatively, having been trained for the public if it ever came out you guys were spotted out together.

When the food arrived and the servers gave you space, Benito reached across the table, took your hand, and kissed your knuckles.

“You’re so pretty, mami… siempre me dejas sin palabras.”-…you always leave me speechless.

You let the warmth sit for a moment before gently pulling your hand back. “Beni… te quiero hablar de algo.”-…I want to talk to you about something

He straightened, attentive. “Dime, mi reina.” -Tell me, my queen.

You took a breath and let it all come out—the videos, the flirty laugh, the flood of shipping comments and headlines that never stopped, the way the secrecy weighed on you, his past with girls and the “no commitment” image he’d carried for years.

“Ya ‘tas grande. You’re older now. I keep thinking you’ll move past the era where you flaunt your money and have all these women on you seductively. Maybe you haven’t matured to where your music should be more mature.” You shake your head slightly as your mind begins to spiral as you speak, “If you’re hiding something from me or going behind my back with her just tell me now Benito. Ya te dije lo que me pasó a mi en mi otro relation. I’ve been through it all before so please…We’re still hiding like this so just rip the bandaid. It makes me feel like maybe I’m just… convenient. Maybe I’m not making any sense. And uh…mmm.” Although you were speaking your mind, you didn’t want to ruin the night any more than you felt like you did, but you felt as you couldn’t continue the night unless you spoke up. Your eyes watered up and your voice sounded shakier. Your hands and feet felt cold with a lump feeling in your throat. You continued, “She texted you while we were driving here. Siempre veo cuando te manda mensaje. You’re a bad hider and I don’t want to be that girl who checks your phone or starts drama, trust me, I don’t want to go through that again. Pero es difícil when you’re not around as much and I’m left scrolling through everyone online pairing you with her and creating a narrative.” A few tears begin to fall down your cheek.

Benito listened without interrupting, his expression serious but also worrisome. He hate that he made you feel this way, even more now as he’s seated in front of you, watching the most beautiful women tear up over something he did and didn’t do.

When you finished, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. “Mira…” He unlocked it, opened the messages, and slid the phone across the table to you. The contact sat at the top with no name, just the default 🐾 emoji that had saved automatically when someone has their own name set.

The messages were full of strange, random texts at odd hours: work related questions that didn’t need to be asked at 2 a.m., flirty little comments disguised as casual check ins, memes, and photos that crossed professional lines.

“I’ been gathering all this,” he said quietly, accent thick with sincerity. “I’m sorry it took this long, mami. Pensé que te estaba salvando en no decirte. No quería que te preocuparas por mí or lo que me estaba pasando. Perdóname mami.” He looked down at his lap. As you read the messages he continued, “Firing someone when you’re in my position isn’t just ‘you’re done’…there’s HR, paperwork, standards, lawyers. Tenemos que hacer todo esa mierda para que no regresen- an- and incase they twisting words or making up stories. Mami, I haven’t replied to any of these, look. Nothing. I didn’t want them using anything against me or against us. But I’m handling it. She’s getting let go. I don’t want anyone else around me but you.”

He took your hand again, eyes locked on yours across the candlelit table. “I take care of you, don’t I? I come every time I can, I text you when I wake up and before I sleep, I make these nights just for us. My eyes are only for you, te lo juro por mi vida. I promise. That old life with girls and parties, that was before you. I don’t want it anymore. I want this. You. Mi amor. The secrecy… I hate it too. But It protects us while we figure out the right way to step out, but if it’s hurting you this much, we change it. On our terms. Soft launch, whatever you need. No more letting rumors ruin my sweet girls brain.” He leaned over some more to wipe the tears from your cheek with his thumb, caressing it right afterwards.

You searched his face and saw only honesty and a little frustration at himself for letting it drag this long. The knot in your chest slowly loosened. “I love you, Beni. I just needed to hear it all like this… and see it. I-I’m sorry.”

He stood halfway, leaned across the table, and kissed you deeply, reassuringly. “Te amo más que nada, mi reina. No one else. Please don’t be sorry. You’re my woman, my peace, my everything. No more doubts tonight, okay? Comemos an’ we talk about how we’re gonna do this better, and then I take you home and remind you exactly who I’m coming home to.”

The rest of the night unfolded warmly. You talked what felt like for hours: about his day, your fears, silly memories, and tentative plans for slowly stepping into the light together. He kept touching your hand, making you laugh until the earlier anxiety felt far away.

By the time you left the restaurant and returned to your place, the flowers in your arms and his arm around your waist, everything felt steadier. He held you close, murmuring spanish promises into your hair.

[sadeyunl]

Gif from The Moscow mule- un Verano Sin Ti

The alarm on your bedside rings breaking the silence in the room, you hear soft breathing coming from behind you.

It was the morning after you slept with your best friend Benito (again). His arm was anchoring you to the bed and against him. It became so common over the last couple of weeks.

He'll call you after he's finished in the studio or after a shoot, you go to his place or vise versa and for a while although you two never classified what you were or made anything official.

You lazily slapped the top of the alarm to silence it and sat up letting your legs hang off the side of the bed. You look around the room illuminated by the candles and The morning sun beaming Through the window, your clothes scattered on the floor. The only piece of clothing actually on you being his shirt. Benito stirs awake behind you. As you attempted to get out of bed you felt a hand grip your arm and pull you back roughly. As soon as you landed, Benito pressed his lips against yours and pulled you against him guiding your body ontop of his.

"where you going" he mumbles in the middle of the kiss against your lips. He doesn't wait for a response just keeps showering your face with kisses. You giggled against his lips pulling away placing your hands on his chest to create distance.

"I gotta go I have a flight to catch" you got up out of bed.

"C'mon mami I'll be quick" he sat up as he whined "I'll make sure you don miss your flight"

You got up and pulled up your pants. "Thats funny I remember Last night was supposed to be quick" you muttered more to yourself but loud enough for him to hear. When you turn around to face him his eyes were already looking down checking you out he Meets your eyes sheepishly. "Hey no looking" you threw a pillow at him He caught it and tossed it aside "What? I seen it all before…many times."

when you shot him a glance he held his hands up in mock surrender "Okay okay" he turned his back to you and put on his own shorts that were tented from his "sunrise salute".

"I'll take you home to get your bags then we can go to the airport" he started walking towards the garage.

"Sounds good" You gave him a peck as he passed by to grab his keys.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Notes

I do NOT have a beta reader low-key so I’m really just winging if your reading hope you enjoyed anyway

(I hate the sunrise salute phrase but I don’t another word for morning word and this part is definitely important to the plot)

(Im also trying to use broken English patterns when I’m writing for him. I picked up from relatives since some of them don’t speak a lot of English or just not perfectly fluent just like bad bunny.)

[obsessedwrhys]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ Billie Bossa Nova

ᯓ★ ep3!Sean, smoking with Sean, fluff, childhood bestfriends, reader ran with the brothers after Seattle incident, steamy makeout(?), non smoker!reader, reader is gn!

It was late evening, the sun painted the earth a beautiful orange that you couldn't help but choose to lay inside the tent. And you weren't alone. Sean was next to you. He was sitting up with his hand doodling something on his notebook, a lit cigarette hanging right between his lips.

You didn't say anything but just stare at him. You weren't much of a smoker but after everything that went down. It's now nothing but just a stick of ecstasy. To be honest you've seen and dealt with worse. This is nothing that's gonna ruin your life.

Though seeing the person you grew up with now entirely different but somehow the same was mind boggling.

Suddenly Sean looks down at you and he smiles, taking a drag from his cig before laying down to face you, his elbow supporting his upper body. He hands you his notebook and you take to see what he drew. You laugh when it was you with bunny ears.

Of course he and his brother are wolves, yet you're the bunny in the stories he told.

"You like it?" He said and you nodded before handing the notebook back to him to place aside.

Now his attention was focused on you.

He takes another drag and tilt his head the other way to avoid blowing the smoke on your face.

Guilty enough, since the day you caught him smoking, you've always wanted to try it. It's probably just you being easily influenced or that he makes it look so good that you just want a taste of it. Because now everytime you smell the hint of nicotine, your mind instantly thought of him.

It was embarrassing how obsessed you were of him.

"What are you thinking about? Hm?" He asked when he noticed the look on your face.

He knew you long enough to know whenever your mind was drifting off. You chuckle, a bit unsure if you should be entirely honest or make something up. But you knew him well, he wouldn't be the type to judge you.

"If I tell you, you won't make fun of me" You said and the corner of his lip twitched upwards.

"Depends on how bad it is" He said all cheeky which made you roll your eyes.

When you were gonna roll to the side to have him face your back. He laughed and quickly grabbed you by the arm and shoulder to roll you back to face him. He looks at you, mustering up the most regretful expression he could to gain your pity.

"I'm an ass. Forgive me?" He said and you let out a defeated sigh before nodding. He smiles.

"So what is it?" He asked, taking another drag of his cig while waiting for you to answer.

You watch him blow out the smoke under his breath and you looked away, now wondering if it's a good idea to ask, but hey, you guys literally went through hell on earth to get here.

You'll live.

"I wanna try smoking" You said and he stopped when he was just about to get another hit.

He looks at you, like really study you.

"You... you wanna try smoking?" He raises his brows with a amused grin and you could hear the teasing in his tone start to come.

"My sweet innocent bunny wants to smoke like the big bad wolf?" He coed as he cupped the side of your face, leaning in to smooch you on the cheek which make you roll your eyes.

"We're the same age dumbass" You said and he chuckles, he takes one last drag of his cigarette before handing it to you.

You adjusted yourself, letting your elbow balance your body to meet his level. Hesitant, you extended your hand to carefully take the lit cigarette from his hand and he watches you cautiously when you examined the thing that's now in between your fingers.

"Be gentle when you inhale" He advised and you nodded it.

You placed it between your lips and you could feel the wetness of the cig from being previously used by Sean. Even with this bad habit you're possibly gonna pick up, you couldn't help but find it romantic. You inhaled, gently, just like you're told but the taste was too strong that you ended up coughing.

Without wasting a second, almost he knew this was gonna happen, he handed you his bottle of water that has been sitting beside him. You coughed and handed him back the cigarette before pretty much drinking half of the water inside. You grunt softly, trying to clear your throat but the terrible taste of the cigarette was still in your mouth.

"That was bad..." You stated, a very visible frown on your face and Sean couldn't help but narrow his brows at your disappointment. You actually did better than his first time.

Then he had an idea.

He studies your face for a second before finally deciding to do it.

"You trust me baby?" He asked and you turn to look at him. You nod without question.

He take another hit of his cigarette and with the smoke in his mouth, he holds you gently by the face and guide you to his mouth. You follow without resistance. With your mouth pressed against his, he slowly exhales the smoke into yours. Even with the bitterness of it all, you could careless about it.

"Mm.." He hummed from the warmness in his chest before pressing his lips harder against yours.

And that ignited something in you.

Almost like it's second nature, you placed your hand over his and kissed him passionately. He chuckles into your mouth before cutting short into a whimper, his body growing weak when letting you suck on his tongue to taste the nicotine. You coughed, just a bit but it didn't bother him at all.

Instead he grabs you by the waist and lay you down to get on top of you. Pulling back, he takes the last drag of his now finished cig before putting it out on the ashtray. You smile when he catches your lips back in his again. With your arms wrapped around his neck, his hands held your face securely in his palms.

"Mi vida..." He uttered as he devoured the taste of your saliva.

Your mouth now contaminated of him and the cigarette smoke. And what excited him even more was that you didn't mind it all. It was like you were allowing him to corrupt your body and it made him feel even more helplessly in love with you.

In his eyes you really was his innocent bunny.

By the time he ran out of the smoke, he pulls back, both your chests heaving and lips swollen from the long minutes of making out. If there was no smoking involved, this would have continued on for another hour. He smiles, adoringly down at you before carefully resting his body weight atop yours.

His head on your chest while he took your hands to place them on his back. You chuckle as you do so and start caressing his back like he always loves it. He nuzzles his head affectionately against you which had you run your hand through his hair, then placing a firm kiss on his temple.

"Can I say something?" He asked, with his face pressed against you, it made his voice low like a tired kid after a day of playing in the backyard.

"Yeah" You look down at him, studying his face. His focus on rubbing the texture of the skin on your arm.

"If you ever wanna smoke... please just use me..." He uttered the last part almost like he was afraid anyone would hear.

You chuckle. Not being able to resist it. Not when he's being this selfish with having you using him as your personal bong. How he would be upset to see you actually use an actual cigarette instead of just calling him.

"I will baby" You said and he smiles, closing his eyes to relax and listen to your heartbeat.

You don't say anything further but just twirl your finger around the wavy locks of his hair.

The big bad wolf resting on your chest soundly.