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I Can Make it Happen
Pairing: Benito x reader
Word Count: 1.9k
Synopsis: You go to a bar and run into Benito.
The end of another graduate school semester was a chance to celebrate. For four months, you wrote paper after paper, work your internship, and the job that pays your tuition. It's been exhausting going through the semester with no time for yourself or have a night out with your friends.
Elena waited until the end of each week, asking if you wanted to go clubbing, see a movie, or get something to eat. However, your answer was always the same.
'I have a paper due'
'I have to study for an exam'
'I have to catch up on case notes'
or, 'I'm so fuckin tired'.
Some nights, your friend would show up to your door anyway with a bags of food in her hand, determined to pull you away from your studies…even if it was just for an hour or two. The two of you knew you both needed a break from everything and now the semester is finally over.
You turned in your last exam for the semester and a weight of the world was finally off your shoulders. You were free for the winter with only your job on your schedule. When Elena text you, this time you opted to give her a call.
"Aren't you at work?", she asked
"No, I was at school. Just turned in my last final", you grinned
"It's about time"
"We can't all end early like you"
"Well we go back the second week of January. Is that what you want?"
"Immediately, no”
"So you're coming out tonight?", Elena smiled as she scribbled her next set of classes in her planner
As your best friend, she's been dying to spend some time with you now that her own semester was also over. You two have had each other's back since she moved to New York from Texas and you from Maryland. Nothing was familiar to you, but Elena became your home and you became hers. No matter what you two were going through, you always had time for each other.
"I'm just want to cut loose for once. No worrying about getting to my shift in the morning or turning in a damn assignment by 11:59. I just want to have some fun tonight"
"Say. Fuckin. Less"
Two hours later, you were four shots in and on the dance floor with Elena, dancing all your stress away. Halfway through the song, a friend of Elena's stepped in. You didn't mind, it gave you the chance to go to the bar and grab another drink.
The bartender took your order with a grin as you stared at your cleavage. It’s not like it was for him, there was no need to try. At the end of the bar, you caught a man staring at you. He wore a white button up with a few buttons left open and a silver chain dangling from his neck. You briefly you wondered what it would look like dangling above your face. There were three tattoos peaking from underneath his shirt.
He smiled in your direction and you couldn’t help but smile back. His grin was infectious. The man was still staring as you mentally undressed him. Too caught up in your thoughts, you never noticed the short interaction between him and the bartender making your drink.
When the bartender came to your side of the bar to deliver your drink, he was visibly shaken.
“The drink was taken care of…and I’m sorry”, he muttered before walking away
Before you could ask by who, he moved on to the next customer. You felt a warm hand on the exposed skin of your back, sending a chill up your spine. The man from across the bar placed his right hand on the bar, right next to you. He leaned down before speaking directly in your ear.
“I did not want to bother you, but you are so beautiful”
“Thank you. Tú tienes una sonrisa hermosa”, you fired back, he was absolutely gorgeous, you were barely keeping yourself together as is
“Gracias mamí”
“You don’t have a drink”
The man smiled down at you, you noticed his quick glance down your shirt, but you let it slide for now. If things go the way you hoped, he would be seeing more than that. He ordered his drink and took the seat beside you. Benito introduced himself with a cocky grin as if he knew he was going home with you tonight. You two talked for almost an hour before he pulled you to the dance floor. The dancing was very polite in the beginning. You kept your distance and he kept his hands to himself; however, when the lights in the club went from a vivid green to a sultry red and the DJ started mixing reggaeton hits, the vibe changed. Benito couldn’t keep his hands to himself. You were grinding against him on the dance floor with his hands gripping your waist. The drink in his hand was long forgotten. Before the night ended, you were in a corner, hands against the wall, one of Benito’s hands were intertwined with yours, the other still on your waist as he grinds against you.
At this point, anyone who laid eyes on you two thought you were a couple and/or going home with each other that night. The song came to an end as the DJ made the final call. Elena was getting ready to leave with her friend. She made sure you were safe before leaving. Elena knew all of your known contacts, your address, and had your location. She could find you if need be.
You never brought people home, but tonight, you were standing ten toes down on your decision.
The uber ride was short, he kept his hand on your thigh, rubbing small circles in between them. Once you two were in the elevator, his lips were on yours the entire ride to your floor. As soon as the doors closed, you pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt. He wrapped his arms around your waist as if he’s known you all his life. He poured everything into the short kiss as he held you by your cheek. When the elevator signaled it was time to get off, he gently held your chin between his two fingers. The look in his eyes told you you were safe with him, then he looked down at your lips again.
“Mamí, dígame. ¿Qué quieres que te hago esta noche?”
Your mind was reeling at the possibilities. There were so many things you wanted him to do to you and relieve all of your stress and tension.
“Cuando nos metemos dentro, te diré”
Benito held your hand as you guide him to your apartment. You were lucky you had energy to clean up your space before you left this evening.
"You have a nice home", he smiled
"Thank you", you knew he was just exchanging pleasantries, "¿Quieres agua o Gatorade? Can't imagine you want more liquor"
"Un poco de agua estaría bien", Benito watched you walk towards the kitchen. He didn't want to waste anymore time away from you as he followed you.
Once you produced the water bottle from the fridge, your back was pressed against the wall, water bottle slowly rolling across the floor. Benito placed his fingers on your chin, gently guiding your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.
"You are so beautiful mamí"
He pulled you in for a kiss, holding both sides of your face. You wrapped your arms around him as if you could pull him any closer. As the kiss grew more intense, Benito pressed himself against you. Your hand slid between the two of you and softly brushed against him. He shook at your touch, wanting more. When he felt you tugging at his zipper, he knew you did too. Once his dick was free, you dropped to your knees in front of him.
“Diablo”, he groaned, “Take your time”
When you were finally face to face with it, you understood why he said it. He was not small in any capacity, but you were down for a challenge. You made sure your mouth was wet enough before sliding his tip in and sucking on the sensitive bulb. Benito froze before tiny tremors made their way through his body, yet no sound came out. There was a dire need for you to hear his voice, so you know you were doing a good job.
You slowly pushed him back further while stroking the space you couldn’t fit in. Your other hand cupped his balls, caressing them. Benito shook even more as he threw his head back, his resolve starting to crack.
“Fuck”, he moaned, “Ay Dios”
You squeezed your thighs together. He let out another string of curse words while going on about how you feel wrapped around him. He let it slip that he would give you anything you wanted, but he would say anything to you in this position and he didn’t care enough to stop it.
Benito was falling apart at the seams and you had the honor of watching him crumble in record time. The man who was typically composed, calm, cool, and collected was putty in your hands - well mouth. His voice shook as he told you how much he loved what you were doing to him.
“No pares”, he moaned, “Porfi”
When he finally broke entirely, you grabbed his hands and placed them on the back of your head. You looked up at him with the most innocent look you could muster. His eyes grew wide, knowing exactly what you were giving him permission to do to you. Benito placed his hands on the back of your head as firm as he could without hurting you. He pushed himself in deeper with a groan. Every time he pushed himself in, he grew closer to the back of your throat and end of his sanity.
When Benito felt a familiar pull in the pit of his stomach, he pushed himself in as deep as he could until his tip hit the back of your throat. With a long, drawn out moan, he found his sweet release. It was hot and sticky as you swallowed him down. Benito looked down at you. It was certainly a sight to see. You were on your knees, straps of your dress barely holding on, hair a mess with a few remnants of him dripping from the corner of your mouth. Your eyes rolled back as you swallowed more.
He helped you off the ground, knowing your knees were screaming. He wiped the corner of your mouth and pulled you in for a kiss. Benito nipped at your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses from your neck to your collar bone.
Your back was pressed against the wall. He grinned as he kissed the space between your chest, working his way down between your legs.
Benito tossed your panties across the kitchen, not caring where they landed. He knew what he needed tonight and wasted no time getting what he wanted. He pushed one of your legs over his shoulder before his face disappeared between your legs.
He gave you one orgasm after the next. His goal was to wear you out and he succeeded every single time. You trusted he would take care of you. Your boyfriend always did.
“What did you say to the bartender tonight?”, you asked as he got in bed
“I told him to stop looking at you like that”
“Was that all?”
“No”, he smirked, knowing he would never tell you, “How was tonight?”
“I loved it”, you pondered, “Next date night, we should--”
“Don't tell me yet", he interjected through a yawn, "But whatever it is, I can make it happen"
