#benito martinez

[glittter-vamp]

EXACTAMENTE.

[nuestro-norte-es-el-sur]

Bad Bunny

[mvltisstuff]

The Party & the After Party: B.M

summary: you meet benito for the first time at a lively party and find yourselves glued at the hip all night.

bad bunny x reader

What was Benito supposed to do when a woman like that walked in?

It was like those jokes that people tell, “when a man walks into a bar” type of joke. But tonight, a man walked into a bar and saw a creation straight from heaven.

Benito looked across the bar at y/n, squeezing her way through the crowds of people dancing just to get a refill. He had to get her a drink. His buff figure easily pushed through the crowds of people, ignoring the girls who eye-fucked him as he walked through. Once he finally got through the maze, he walked up behind her.

“Put it on my tab,” Benito says to the bartender, a smirk growing on his face. He hovered his hand over y/n’s lower back as he stood beside her, doing his best not to touch other people. He swore it wasn’t an excuse to be closer to her.

Her head snapped towards him at the thick sound of his voice through the bass. She was ready to walk away with her free drink, but she couldn’t help but stare longingly at him.

He wore a long sleeve button down in a silky white color, with baggy beige pants that y/n could feel against her unconcealed leg. Chains hung from his neck, dipping down into the unbuttoned top of the shirt. His earring shimmered in the light, and she tried to break past the barrier of his glasses to see his eyes.

“For me?”

“Well, you’re already holding it.”

Y/n looked down at the glass in her hand. “Oh, um, thank you?”

“Have you never had a man buy you a drink before?”

“I usually buy my own,” y/n snickers, bringing the glass up to her lips and giggling.

Yeah, he’s going to have a good night.

“Benito,” he leans into her ear, to tell her his name.

“Been where?” She asks, her face scrunching up.

“What? No, my names Benito.” Trying to be smooth has gone out the window.

“Oh, I know. Sorry, I’m y/n.”

“You know?”

Y/n takes a step back, looks him up and down and points. “Gonna act all humble now?”

“Okay, entiendo,” he grins. “What brought you out tonight?”

“An uber,” she says, straight-faced. “What are you doing here though?”

“I had a show in the city.”

Y/n gasps, “Oh yes! My friends went to that!”

“Really? Why didn’t you go?”

“Lower the prices and then we’ll talk.”

“Well, now you have to come to my next one because I bought you a drink.”

Y/n smiles again, having a better conversation with Benito than any other guy at this bar. “Okay, fine.”

“I’ll be looking for you,” he smiles, throwing down another shot on the countertop before placing a hand on her waist, and walking away. She looks back at him as he walks away, but he’ll be back.

•••

Y/n is now in the middle of the dance floor, the instrumentals of the music flooding her ears and pounding in her head. Her drunkenness intensifies everything, but she’d never complain. Her friends grab onto her shoulders as they jump around the floor, waving their bodies at each other. Y/n has multiple people staring, but only one of them stands out.

Benito looks across the floor, leaning onto a chair at the bar. One of his friends whispers something in his ear, but he gives no reply. His glasses are pushed onto the top of his head, and y/n can finally see his eyes, his eyes looking directly at her. He breaths slow, and despite all the movement y/n can still see the rise and fall of his chest as he brings his glass up to take another sip.

Y/n walks off the dance floor, telling her friends she needs another drink. So, she walks over to the bar right where Benito stands.

She grabs a shot from the counter and gulps it down quickly, grabbing Benito’s drink from his hand as a chaser. She hands it back to him, her hand grazing against his, slowly. She lets her hand linger for just a second too long. She just wants to dance with him now.

His muscular chest peers through the top of his shirt as she looks up at him, her heels unable to give her a competition on him. His eyes dig straight through her as he watches hers darken. Her smirk only grows bigger. He looks her body down, the slick black dress fitting her exactly. Her spaghetti-straps sat immobile on her shoulders and her jewelry shined with every flash of the lights. Her eyes sent the message that she wanted him, bad, but she wasn’t going to beg. And Benito wasn’t going to make her.

He flicked his dark glasses back down over his eyes, his hand finding its place on her hip as she drags him through the crowd of people. He doesn’t even care if cameras found him. No form of paparazzi or media would make him regret dancing with a woman like Y/n.

When they made it back to her friends, they barely noticed Y/n now had a guy in her arms, let alone Bad Bunny himself.

The alcohol she’d consumed throughout the night left less than a speck of shame in her body. There was a blur in her eyes, still, but it didn’t stop the butterflies from flying again when he grabbed onto her waist tighter.

She spun around, looking in the direction of her friends, her small glass cup being protected in one hand. Her body waved around, right up against Benito’s. He could feel the fringe of her dress moving against his pants as her body swayed against him. Her knees repeatedly bent, pulling her form down Benito, her back still firm against his. Her liquid courage was strong, because it was telling her to grab his hand, and bring it over her shoulder. His hand traveled down her front, running over the perky bust of her dress. His hand cupped the edge of her chest, before snaking back around and turning her over. Her hair had been slightly discombobulated, but nevertheless looked beautiful falling onto her shoulders.

“Dios,” he murmured, but Y/n still managed to hear over the thundering music. She turned back around, Benito still bumping his head to the beat and only slightly swaying back and forth. She slid her body down his for what felt like the millionth time, but he doesn’t care one bit. When she came back up, she bent her front down, her ass making the perfect arch right against Benito’s crotch. She perfectly moved it back against him, and he couldn’t help but bring his hand to run over her lower back and around her body. He slid it down her spine, coming back up to the back of her neck. He only slightly grabbed it, pulling her up straight to him.

She tilted her head back towards his face, “Relájate, Mami,” he said closely into her ear to make sure she heard. She just shook her head and laughed. He brushed a piece of hair behind her ear and moved his hand down her shoulder. “Relax or you won’t come home with me.”

Y/n gasped dramatically, whipping around to face him. “You mean that?”

He just chuckles and looks down at her. “No. You’re coming with me no matter what.”

[badbunnysmuts]

Touch

Back home from traveling with Benito, the morning leads to some soft cuddles that left his fingers wanting more.

18+, short, fingering, squirting

the morning was fresh as the breeze drafted in through the open windows. the linen curtains danced as the ocean breeze filled the room. you sigh happily basking in the sensation curling up to benito who had been kissing your shoulder while stroking your thigh. you chuckle softly knowing his intentions. you two had just flew in last night from miami and arrived exhausted in puerto rico, excited to get into bed after the long week you two have had. His house was every element of a tropical paradise, with it being built on a hill infront of a beach, you wake up every day to the sound of the waves crashing to kiss the sand. this morning was no different. Benito's arm wrapped around your stomach pulling your back towards him as he kept caressing you while kissing your neck. "buenos dias mami" he said in between kisses, his morning voice deep sending a throb to your clit. you closed your eyes feeling his breathing on your neck. "me imagino que soñaste algo rico para que te despertaras así" i giggle teasing him and he laughs softly stroking your thigh. "Y que tiene de malo eso hmm?" he says pressing his hard cock on your ass. you bite your lip to stifle a whimper as you pressed your ass to him. he takes your advances as a green flag and starts caressing your tits as he pinches your nipples. "a ver mami" he says pulling your panties to the side as he runs his thick fingers up and down your slit causing you to gasp. "estas mojaita, estas bellaca?" he says teasing you as he runs your clit as his other arm runs under you to tweak your nipples. you nod whimpering as his stilled fingers toy with your clit deliciously. "benito.." you groaned frustrated pressing your ass to him desperately, you felt your cunt throb and a slight itch deep inside begging to be stretched and claimed by him. "mmmm....mami que rico" he rasps in your ear as he started to stroke is fingers up and down your wet pussy. it was pathetic how much you were already drenching his fingers in your arousal just from him rubbing your clit. you feel this thick fingers slowly plunge in your throbbing pussy so deep that a moan rips out of your throat. "oh fuuuuccckkk" you whimpered as his fingers stroked in and out of you at a deep slow place. he was hitting your spot perfectly with the right speed and precision making you roll your eyes blissfully as he ascended you to heaven. it was so fucking good, he was finger fucking you so deep you couldn't even speak. for a moment the only sounds were wetness of your sopping pussy as his fingers plunged in and out of you along with your slight panting and his grunts. it was clear that both of you were getting more and more turned on from how fucking wet you were. "diablo mami que rico" he huffs mouth slack open watching you in awe from how wet you were. his comment only made your arousal grow more as it started to coat his hand. "Beni-" you moaned only to be cut off by him adding a third finger. the stretch made you feel so full as his pace increased. the euphoric sensation was started to barrel down full speed as you felt a pressure build ready to release. "fuck baby you're gonna make me squirt" you warned as your moans only grew louder and louder. Benito's ears perk up at your warning feeling him sharply inhale because you know you've said his favorite words. any mention of you squirting especially in moments like this gets him more determined than ever. "Embarrare los dedos mami.." he says determined as his fingers started pumping harder inside your spasming pussy. He caould feel your pussy tighten on his fingers signaling you were going to cum hard. "Shit.Shit.Shit. Papi....fuck me vengo!" you yelled as warm jets of squirt coat his fingers as he kept plunging them in you making you cum over and over again...

[bestiemads]

salsa lessons- benito martinez/bad bunny

summary: benito needs to learn how to salsa dance for his baile inolvidable music video. he takes private lessons and gets more out of it than just salsa dancing skills.

warnings: sexual tension, fluff

pairing: benito martinez x reader (use of y/n throughout)

word count: 1.6k

this was also cross-posted on my ao3! @bestiemads

part 2

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“Thank you so much for coming! I’ll see you all next week!” The crowd of elderly people wished me their best wishes as they exited the room. Teaching salsa was fun, but it got scary when someone’s grandfather turned a little too hard and displaced his hip joint. Poor José, he was truly trying his best. 

I sat down on the floor of my salsa studio to end the day by answering some emails. These emails usually consisted of people canceling their appointments or different moves my clients find on Facebook reels that they think we should try (which are, almost 100% of the time, AI). One of the emails stood out to me today, though, because it wasn’t one of my usual suspects.

Dear Ms. (Y/N),

Hola! This is the management team for singer Bad Bunny. We are reaching out because we have seen your studio online and are very impressed by it. We were wondering if it would be possible to book Benito for a private lesson with you? The reasons for his attendance are top secret, but all he needs to know is the basics and maybe a little more. Thank you so much for your consideration, (Y/N). 

-Bad Bunny’s Management Team

I couldn’t believe what I was reading. Bad Bunny wanted salsa lessons from me? I was the only one who did this in the evenings and weekends as her second job. He could’ve hired quite literally the best salsa teacher in all of Puerto Rico, but he chose me. 

I replied instantaneously, not wanting to mess up this opportunity. My reply was quick and professional, making sure they knew I was delighted to take up this opportunity. Over the rest of the night, the management team and I exchanged emails about the upcoming sessions. I informed them he wouldn’t interfere with my regular sessions and gave them the times I was available. We settled on every Tuesday and Thursday from 7-8:30. I usually ended my classes at 7, but staying an extra hour and a half for the amount they were paying me was well worth it. 

The first Tuesday rolled around, and I had no idea what to expect. 

“Bye, Tommy!” I shouted to my client as he and his wife left the class. I continued to clean up the room as I usually do between sessions. This cleanup took much longer than I expected, so I didn’t even hear the door open and shut as a new person entered the room. 

“¿Hola?” The unfamiliar voice made me whip my head around in horror. Standing awkwardly in the doorway was Bad Bunny, otherwise known as Benito. His toes tapped in awkward restlessness as he examined the room.

“¡Jesús Cristo! You scared me,” I said, almost dropping the resistance bands in my arms. 

“¡Lo siento mucho! No quería asustarte,” the man walked towards me, profusely apologizing for his unexpected entrance. 

“No, you’re fine. Wasn’t expecting you to show up,” I look down at my watch- 7 o’clock on the dot- “exactly on time. Dios mío… this is totally my fault.” I sighed in defeat as I shoved the bands into the bin on the ground. I stood up and straightened myself out. I turned so my body faced the Grammy-award-winning artist. His curly hair is what caught my eye first, then his face. His natural beauty made my cheeks flare up, but I quickly snapped myself back into reality. He was my client, not a potential guy I was bringing home later. 

“Benito,” he stuck out his hand, inviting me to shake it as an introduction. 

“I know. I’m (Y/N),” I accepted his handshake. A contagious smile spread across his face as our hands shook. 

“So, have you ever salsa danced before?” I questioned, setting up the area. 

“A little. Mi mamá me enseñó algo cuando era niño. Eso es todo,” he explained. 

“Alright, show me what you got,” I said, standing a few feet in front of him. My arms folded across my chest.

“¿Eh?”

“Muéstrame lo que sabes,” I said, turning on a traditional salsa song. Benito tried his best to keep up with the beat, but failed pretty badly.

“Wow,” I paused the song, “that was pretty…”

“Bad. I know. I could tell by your facial expressions,” Benito finished my sentence for me. 

“Oh my… I’m so sorry. It wasn’t awful; it just needed a lot of tweaks, that’s all,” I laughed, hoping Benito wouldn’t take my RBF too seriously. Benito joined in on the joke, thankfully. If I ruined this within the first five minutes, I would never recover.

Our sessions continued twice a week, and they truly became what I look forward to every week. Teaching Benito was so much fun; it didn’t feel like I was working half the time. It also didn’t help that Benito was incredibly charming, which in turn led me to develop a huge crush on him. I mean, how could you not? You’re dancing very intimately with Bad Bunny.

“Stop!” Benito stopped his step midway through. 

“¿Te equivocas otra vez?” he disappointingly asked, and I nodded. I secretly loved it when he messed up, because I got to get really close to him. It seemed like recently, especially, he had been messing up a lot. I didn’t mind, though. 

I walked behind the man, his back pressed against my chest. I’ve been this close to him countless times, but every time it manages to make my breath hitch in my throat. I can smell his expensive cologne, which he spritzed on himself in the morning. This time, I noticed his breathing. It’s faster than normal. Not in a way where I would be concerned he’s about to go into cardiac arrest, but at a nervous pace. Was this proximity also giving him thoughts unrelated to salsa dancing? 

We moved to the groove, my guidance helping him master the moves. Even as he mastered every step, I didn’t want to pull away. My head rested on the side of his right bicep so I could see his movements. His biceps flexed at every arm motion, making my stomach do backflips. Every time my hand brushes his thigh to adjust it, his breath hitches in his throat. 

I begin pulling myself away from Benito until I feel his hand grip my wrist. I turn to face him, his body facing mine now. 

“Vamos a bailar. Juntos,” he says, reaching out his free hand to take mine. 

I click play on the song on my phone, which was sitting in my back pocket. 

“¿El baile completo?” I questioned.

“Lo completo.” Our bodies moved to the rhythm. Benito had improved so much over the past few weeks, and I was so happy to see this improvement. Selfishly, though, I was disappointed to see him leave the class in the near future.

“You’ve improved so much since you first started,” I commented.

“All thanks to you,” he said, twirling me. 

“You must be practicing at home,” I accused playfully. 

“Tal vez…” he confessed as if it were a sin. 

“¡Lo sabía! I’m so proud,” I gushed as his cheeks turned red. The dance turned into a comfortable silence, as we gazed into each other’s eyes. The professionalism between us had faded long ago, but now it felt truly nonexistent. 

Benito spun me around halfway, making my back fall into his chest. We swayed back and forth with both our arms wrapped around my chest. His chin was resting in the crook of my neck as we swayed. The tension between us was so thick you couldn’t even slice it with a knife. I averted my eyes from the floor up to look up at him. Our faces were inches from one another; our eyes looking between each other’s eyes and their lips. 

Then, with no room for hesitation, we leaned in and kissed. Any ounce of professionalism that was once there was now completely eradicated. The song, the dance, everything was forgotten the moment our lips touched. I couldn't care less, though. I had fallen so hard for Benito that this kiss was worth losing this job over.

He spun me out of the position so we were facing one another. My outstretched arms were immediately pulled into him as we embraced in another kiss. My hands found the back of his head while his found my lower back. We pulled away and had our foreheads rest on each other’s.

“Eso fue asombroso,” he sighs, pressing another quick kiss to my lips.

“You don’t even know how often I’ve thought about this,” I confessed. 

“Me too.” The same, contagious smile spread across his lips, with my own following suit. 

After our dance, he gathered up his things at the end of the night as I cleaned up the studio. 

“You know,” he started, “I’m learning all of this salsa for a music video I’m filming.”

I gasped. “I thought that information was top secret.”

“It is,” he laughed, “but I thought you should know why you’re teaching me these moves.”

“So you’re not just here for me and my gorgeous face,” I jokingly replied. He approaches me, grasping my face in his hands. He places a soft kiss on my lips.

“Well, that’s definitely a big reason, too. But the main reason why I’m telling you this is that I wanted to ask you to be in the video. You could critique me during the production, so I don’t mess up the final product. Plus, I just want you there, too.” 

“Benito, I would love to be in your top secret music video,” I gave him another quick kiss on the lips. “Now, go. I gotta wake up early tomorrow for work.” I was at the doorway, practically shoving him out. 

“Fine. I’ll see you Thursday,” he placed the final kiss of the night on my lips and left. 

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[taliacitabrca]

a/n: this wasnt even supposed to become a mini fic it was just supposed to be a drabble but i entered flow state.

warnings: smut, oral sex (f recieving)

enjoy! + don't be a ghost reader!!

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Cuddling with Benito

~~~~~~

Benito was all cuddly in your arms. You were snuggling up on the couch together whilst a crappy movie played in the background. His head on your chest, using your tits as a pillow.

You were running a hand through his curls while the other held your phone as you doomscrolled through Instagram, ignoring the chick flick playing on the flat screen. He adjusted himself slightly and nuzzled his nose against your warm skin.

"mmm, mami"

The mumbled from his lips sent vibrations through your body. He pressed his lips to your cleavage, wanting to make you feel good. He kissed up your neck and along your jawline before pulling your phone out from your grip and dropping it somewhere behind him on the couch. He used to fingers on your chin to bring your lips to meet his.

You immediately melted into the kiss, just like you always did. This was typical Benito, getting horny and making it seem like he just wanted to treat you when all he wanted was to feel you around his cock as he painted your walls white with his seed.

The making out became heated as he cupped your face with his calloused hand, his rough fingertips stroking your cheek.

"mmm, Beni"

You whimpered through bit lips.

"¿Sí? ¿Tú te sientes bien, mami?¿Qué quieres? dime, mi vida" Do you feel good, mami? What do you want? Tell me, my life.

He murmured against your lips, already trailing his lips down your neck again. But this time slower and with more intention.

"todo. quiero todo, papi. quiero todo que quieres." Everything. I want everything, papi. I want everything that you want.

"bien, esa es mi nena" Good, that's my girl.

He smiled against the fabric over your boobs. He ran his hands down your sides, hooking his fingers into your sweatpants. And without any hesitation he pulled them off to show off your legs.

"ay, que hermosa eres, mi amor" How gorgeous you are, my love.

His whisper was seductive against your thong as he breathed in your natural scent and ran his hands down your legs and carefully lifted them apart so he could get comfortable. He would need to be with the amount of time he was planning to stay there.

You let out a shiver as his warm tongue pressed over the lace of your thong. Hands immediately flying to his curls just to mess them up even more.

"tan sensible pa' mi, mi amor. Yo voy a comerte la chocha" So sensitive for me, my love. I'm gonna eat out your pussy.

His voice was unfairly silky as he spoke, pulling down your thong and not caring that you saw him put it in his pocket for later.

Without giving you another second, he delved into his favourite meal. You felt each taste bud of his tongue against your clit as he sucked it like candy.

Every now and again he'd look up at you and watch your back arch and pay extra attention to the whimpers you were making.

"no voy a parar, mami. no hasta lo llores" I'm not going to stop, mami. not until you cry for it.

He felt your thighs closing around his head as you neared your first orgasm of the night. And without second thought, he pushed two fingers into your spongy flesh and showed no signs of holding back.

"ay! papi!"

Your squeal only egged him on further. He fingered you relentlessly, drinking in your moans and any juices spilling from your pussy already.

~~~~~~

He hadn't taken any breaks between orgasms. Not allowing you even a second to calm down after each climax.

You had both lost count by now but considering the movie had only just started when you had begun and the credits were rolling as he finished, you both knew it was a lot.

He could feel your stomach tensing as your final orgasm approached.

"sí, así, mami. estoy aquí, vengas pa' mi, mi vida" Yes, like that, mami. I'm here, come for me, my life.

His reassuring words against your eaten out mess of a pussy sent all the right vibrations through your body.

"ughhhh! joder!" Ohhh, fuck!

Your thighs closed around his head as your clit spasmed. The way your walls clenched around his fingers made his cock feel funny in the best way possible.

He kept his sucks light now that you felt limp under his tongue.

"te gustó, mami?" You liked that, mami?

His voice was like a warm blanket hugging you as he made sure you were okay.

"me encantó" I loved it.

You smiled lazily, opening your arms for him to come back up and cuddle. He accepted your cuddle offering and lay back down to how you were before he started teasing you.

"te amo, mi vida" I love you, my life

"te amo más, Beni" I love you more, Beni

"no es posible" Not possible

[swftpoet]

Conejo cansado PART II

Bad Bunny x Reader

English is not my first language

​After a well-deserved shower, you crashed into bed next to him. Even though you were low-key craving something more intimate, in that moment, just being by his side and knowing Benito was at peace meant more.

As your weight sank into the mattress, he instinctively pulled you closer; his hand found your hip to tuck you in, close enough to soak up his body heat. His skin was soft, but those wet curls were tickling you. You brushed them back and nestled into his chest, feeling the texture of his tattoos against your cheek.

​— ¿Por qué tardaste tanto, mami? — he asked, sounding half-asleep. You giggled at his slurred words, his accent thick and slightly tipsy.

​— I was just making sure nobody noticed your escape, papi…

​— Perfecto… — he grumbled, before drifting right back to sleep. You stayed awake for a bit, just watching him with so much love, until the exhaustion of the day finally dragged you under too…

​— ★ —

​The morning light streamed through the curtains that you’d been too wiped out to close the night before. The heat was kissing your skin, but you were way too lazy to actually get up and shut them. You groaned as you shifted in bed, finding a cozy spot against his bare chest.

​— Estaremos bien aquí hasta el primer ensayo, mami — he said, kissing the top of your head. You just nodded, totally okay with that.

​A cat-like smirk spread across your lips at the thought of finally doing all the things you’d planned the night before. If exhaustion had taken you out back then, your batteries were more than recharged now. Your fingers lazily traced one of his tattoos; the feeling of your touch made him let out a shallow breath.

​— Peligrosa… — he muttered before pulling you flush against him and rolling over, so you ended up on top of him. The sheets became a total wreck around you both.

​— This isn't a fair game, papi…

​He laughed as you straddled his waist, but the smile died the second he realized your actual intentions. Your body moved slowly back and forth, taking your time, searching for relief from something that had been consuming you for hours.

​— Papi…

​A soft, whiny moan escaped you. His hands gripped your hips, helping you move against him.

​— Mami, eres una visión del cielo…

[itzpookiepooh]

Troublesome 8

You and Benito basically make a cameo heads up boo!

Michael had no idea what transpired on your date night with his father. He had no idea his work was paying off. Benito hadn't told him yet, not because he wasn't important but because it slipped his mind. He couldn't wrap his own mind around how he was dating again. He also couldn't believe you said yes.

Benito felt like he was on cloud nine. He would find himself daydreaming when he shouldn't. He was texting you more often to the point it was engraved in his routine. He felt like he could breathe again. The heavy cement like weight on his shoulders lifted gradually the more time he spent with you.

You on the other hand couldn't stop your heart from racing now that Benito was your boyfriend. You thought of him often and could feel your body buzz with excitement. You felt like a teenager all over again. Who knew you could still have a crush this far into adulthood? You didn't mind though, it was nice to feel this way.

When Benito finally told Michael about your relationship, Michael's jaw nearly fell off the hinges. He thought his hard work was for nothing but to know it worked really boosted his ego. He listened to his father go into detail about the date. The dinner, the conversation, everything. He even let his dad ramble about how good you looked without grimacing! Go Michael!

"I'm proud of you, Papá." Michael spoke with gentleness. Something he knew his father needed to hear.

"Gracias, hijo." Benito smiled widely as he pulled his son into a hug. Michael rolled his eyes before hugging his father back.

While you and Benito spent more time together, Michael spent more time with Rory after that night. The closer he got to her the more he wanted to be in her presence. Rory understood him more than he'd like to admit. She was always hanging around him now which he didn't mind. She thought he was pretty cool for a jock.

Naomi noticed this at school and could feel her blood boil. Sierra could see how crazy jealous her friend looked. She didn't understand why she was being this way. She thought it was stupid because if she liked him she should tell him before she runs him away. Sierra could pull her face off.

"So let me get this straight…you went to his game—" Raven started.

"On the field." Sierra added with a flick of her wrist.

"Tried to apologize and he turned you away?" Verity clarified as she eyed Naomi.

Naomi nodded slowly though she never told her friends what happened in the empty classroom over a month or so ago. She never told them that she accused Michael of sleeping with their English teacher. She never told them that was the reason he didn't forgive her. Though she knows that they would be real with her if they found out, she doesn't wish to be criticized. She would find a way around that situation later.

"He wouldn't hear me out." Naomi pouted as Sierra's eyes narrowed.

"What happened when you dragged him away? You never updated us on that." She questioned Naomi. She knew something was up and knew her friend wasn't always innocent.

"We talked—" Sierra interrupted. "And?"

Her chin in the palm of her hand as she waited for what would come out of her friends mouth next. Sierra knew better than anyone when Naomi would do something stupid that she didn't believe was stupid. Sierra also knew that Michael wouldn't act this way for no reason. It was clear she was hiding something and Sierra was going to find out. She didn't like liars or troublemakers.

Raven sucked in a sharp breath. "I don't know about you buuuut I don't believe you."

"What?" Naomi was offended that her own friends didn't believe her.

"No offense babe but sometimes you go too hard about little stuff." Raven shrugged nonchalantly. "I mean come on. You accused him of sleeping with our English teacher a month ago."

Naomi didn't need help remembering, she knew she was rash but she had to show them she wasn't far off. "Fine at lunch follow me."

Sierra and Raven looked at each other before rolling their eyes. Raven couldn't take this girl seriously because Michael wouldn't do that especially not if his academic career was on the line. He lost his mother not his mind. They were going to prove their friend was too nosy for her own good. They decided to go along with the girls plans and see what was so shocking.

Meanwhile Rory and Michael were talking as they usually did. Rory was extremely charismatic which Michael didn't mind. It was a nice change of pace. She always had these wild ideas that made him just stare at her like she was out of her mind. They weren't bad ideas but the way she explained them as her hair bounced made her look like she was concocting an evil scheme.

"Do you want to make money or not?" She glared at him as he stared at her nonchalantly.

"I think you're forgetting how crazy it would be to go on a heist." He reminded her sarcastically.

"Grand theft auto style." She nodded triumphantly. He knew she was joking but this is what he was talking about.

"And then?" He held his hand out waiting for her perfect resolve.

She bit her lip tugging at her piercing. "I don't know I thought you would come up with that part."

His jaw dropped before he chuckled. "You're not serious."

"I am! Are we partners in crime or what?" She nudged his arm making him snort.

"Yeah, no. My dad'll kill me if he found out. No quiero lidiar con eso." He waves his hand dismissively.

They collected their things before leaving the classroom they were in. The bell rung loud as Michael made his way to your classroom. His eyes shifted over to Rory who was happily walking beside him. She saw he was looking over at her and smiled brightly, her smiley piercing showing as she did. He awkwardly smiled back before stopping his steps. "Problem?" She asked.

"I'm not going to the lunchroom…" He trailed off as he scratched his head.

"Duh. It's that way." She pointed with a nonchalant look.

He just shook his head before walking again. "I know she's someone special to you or else you wouldn't be going."

His eyebrows raised slowly. "How—"

"Considering the way you talk about her is enough." She shrugged making him smirk as he looked at his shoes in rhythm.

Michael spoke highly of you always. He was extremely grateful for you, especially since you pulled his dad out of his funk. He couldn't have found a better light at the end of that dark tunnel. When they arrived at your door, he knocked and waited to hear your voice. Rory was giddy.

"Hey." He spoke as he peeked his head in only to see you smiling and waving.

"How—Oh! A guest!" You spoke cheerfully. You rounded your desk to greet Rory.

"This is Rory I met her at the championship party." He rubbed his neck as if he were embarrassed. More so because he said he wasn't going to go.

"I see you changed your mind. I won't tell your dad." You winked playfully. Rory waved ecstatically at you before sitting down.

The rest of the time was spent talking. Michael tried to probe you about your date with his dad but you waved him off. He wanted the juicy details. He didn’t work this hard not to hear them. So why not tell him?

"I'll be right back." Rory announced before leaving you and Michael alone.

Michael leaned back in his seat smugly. “I’m glad all my hard work paid off. I was getting tired of acting like Cupid.”

"You did the all hard work? I did some of it!" You proclaimed making him sit up.

Michael snorted. "Oh! So being at games was your idea or mine?" You busted out laughing. "Okay, then the texting."

"Okay I'll give you that…I guess." You crossed your arms as your ankle bounced.

Rory returned cheerfully as the conversation continued. The moment felt blissful as all of you were blissfully unaware of the three girls outside the classroom trying to listen in on your conversation. Raven thinking it was the most boring conversation ever and Sierra wanting to go back to lunch. Raven gave Naomi a stank face. Raven thought this was stupid but she still went along with it.

"Why the fuck are we hiding when you wanna catch him in the act?" She snapped at the delusional girl.

Naomi rolled her eyes at Verity's harsh whispers. "You wanna get caught?"

Sierra huffed. "Something better happen too or I'm going to be upset that I missed lunch."

Sierra and Raven were over the eavesdropping. They were getting anywhere and they knew it sounded off. Of course it would when you missed majority of the conversation. All of it was out of context.

"Naomi this is so stupid. He's opening up to her and you're trying to start some shit." Sierra snapped quietly as she stood up straight.

"You guys didn't hear them the last time I was here." She admitted causing Raven to make a face.

"Last time? Oh brother." She sounded exasperated as she put her forehead on the lockers.

"You eavesdropped on Michael and the teacher?" Sierra asked with crossed arms.

"Don't believe me? Fine but I won't stop talking him out of it." Naomi snapped before stomping away.

The other two girls rolled their eyes. "That girl needs some serious help."

The other two decided the best thing to do was let Michael know later and get back to lunch. Poor Michael could only guess what was going on behind his back. He was none the wiser. The day came to an end when the boy had practice as usual. He did his regular routine, went to nap in your classroom and left before practice started.

While Michael changed into his practice clothes, his friend and teammate Alexander jumped on his back. Michael grimaced as he tried to regain his balance. The boy laughed at his friend's reaction before patting his back. "What's up? You didn't tell me you left the party early."

Michael and Alex became closer the more they played together. Alex remembered seeing Michael a lot in school, mostly alone. Alex was a social butterfly, he didn't care what you looked like or anything, he just wanted to make friends. He practically prided himself in making people feel welcome which he did with Michael.

"Yeah, I made a friend." Michael shrugged making Alex laugh obnoxiously.

Michael slowly turned to him nearly annoyed already. "A friend you say? A special friend?"

"A friend, friend." Michael clarified making Alex nudge him playfully.

Alex sighed happily before tugging Michael away to the field. Before practice started two figures were walking towards Michael. He tilted his head as he watched them walk closer. "Dude what did you do?"

"Nothing? I've been on a pretty strict routine until the party." Michael mentioned making Alex suck in a sharp breath.

"Well you pissed someone off." Alex murmured as he gently shook his teammate.

Sierra and Raven make their way towards Michael. The collective thumping of shoes made it seem like they meant business. Sierra couldn't wait to prove her friend wrong. There was no way what she said was happening was happening. Verity was just here for the show. Sierra tended to prove the young girl wrong a lot.

"Can I help you—" Sierra interrupted him immediately as she blurted her words out.

"Naomi told us you're in a secret relationship with one of our teachers, is that true or not?" She rushed as she crossed her arms. Verity made a face showing her bottom row of teeth as if the question made an impact.

Michael's narrowed eyes blinked a few times, trying to comprehend what was said to him. There's no way this was happening again. He made himself very clear the first time. After what he's gone through, his own best friend was slandering his name. What kind of sick joke was this?

"Wait…Michael wouldn't. You wouldn't right?" Alex asked with concern as he grabbed Michael's shoulders and shook him.

Michael just glared at him as he shrugged him off and pushed past the girls. Alex watched with wide eyes. He's never seen Michael this angry. He faced the girls who looked elsewhere. What did Alex miss over the past few months?

"Michael! Hey man, listen to me!" Alex said as he tried to catch up to Michael.

Michael wasn't listening as he walked away faster. Michael was sick of being painted like a weirdo. He especially hated how you were in the middle of it. He knew Naomi was still lingering around because she usually did. He was nipping this in the bud.

Naomi was closing her locker when Michael caught her. Alex was shaking a little. "Michael let's not be rash."

He tried to talk Michael through his anger but it was doing everything but working. It wasn't breaking through the cloud of anger he had over his head. He was tired of giving her the opportunity to change or leave it alone but she wouldn't. What other choice did he have? "Naomi, ¿cuál es tu puto problema?"

Naomi's head whipped towards the sound of Michael's as he stormed down the hallway. She wanted to smile at him until she saw how angry he was. Other footsteps followed behind him and Alex. Sierra and Verity rushed to see what Michael was going to say. It was becoming messy.

"¡Estás loca! Telling people I'm trying to get with the teacher are you serious?!" He snapped as he walked up on her.

She straightened up as her eyes darted between him, her friends and Alex. She felt her heart beating quickly. "Michael listen—"

"No! I'm done listening! I've already told you to drop it and leave me alone!" He snapped becoming visibly red.

"Michael I can't stand by and—" He scoffed harshly. He shook his head in disbelief.

"Stand by? Naomi there's nothing going on! I can't even grieve in peace, let alone move on with you around!" He spat angrily as Alex stood in front of him.

Alex knew that Michael wouldn't do anything but he also knew the space was needed. Sierra watched in shock. She didn't know if she should intervene anymore than she already had. This was obviously a conversation that was previously had. "Michael maybe we should get you back to practice." She added.

Alex agreed. "Yes I think that a good—"

Michael pushed Alex off of him. "No! I'm so tired of people trying to act like they know anything about me and what I have going on!"

Alex watched his friend with fearful eyes. Not scared of him but what he might say and regret. He didn't know how to comfort Michael right now. He wanted to understand him, maybe reason with him however, Naomi went too far. He looked over to Naomi who didn't seem remorseful. He knew this was only going to get worse.

"Do you know how it feels to watch the woman who gave birth to you slowly die and you can't do anything about it?" He shouted as he looked around the hallway.

His friends averted their gaze. They watched him slowly fall apart over the death of his mother. Alex tried to lend him a hand but he swatted him away.

"Do you know how hard it is to come back to school after that? Your friends completely changed and want nothing to do with you? I'm fucking tired." He sighed angrily as he expressed himself.

Meanwhile, you and Benito were walking out of your classroom to go home. He insisted on driving you since Michael had practice. He planned on telling Michael tonight about you both. He didn't know you told him already and thought he would like the surprise.

"How about we—" Benito froze as he heard an angry voice. It was a familiar.

"What's wrong?" You asked as you locked your door. He hushed you gently and tapped his ear.

You listened in and heard the harsh yelling. You began walking towards the disruption as quickly as you could. Benito followed closely behind you, he knew that voice anywhere. You both rounded the corner to see Michael going off on Naomi while Alex stood by him and Sierra and Raven stood behind them. You were confused as to what was going on.

"Michael." Benito's voice rung out through his rant. His eyes darted towards you and his father.

His chest heaved with anger as his eyes shook. He realized what he was doing and sighed angrily. Benito hadn't seen Michael this angry since he told him his mother had passed. Michael yelled and trashed the house that day. A part of him died along with her.

"You're spreading misinformation about me when I'm still at my lowest. I finally found comfort in someone and you try to sabotage it." He told Naomi. His eyes filled with hurt and betrayal.

Turning towards Naomi, his glare was rough and cold as he slowly raised his finger. "Stay the fuck away from me. Lo digo en serio."

You and Benito stood there, worry plastered across your faces. You felt bad that you didn't know Michael had issues with Naomi. They were so close before so you didn't think anything of it. Benito walked closer to his son and gave him a reassuring pat on his shoulder. Trying to nudge him into a hug that was much needed.

"We should go." You whispered to Benito who couldn't help but to shield his only child from judging eyes. He agreed and you all went to leave.

"I'll hold onto his stuff." Alex told the two of you to which you nodded.

Alex, Raven, and Sierra watched the group walk away until they couldn't be seen anymore. Alex turned towards Naomi, his usual playful demeanor now gone. "Seriously? You've come up with some stupid shit but this?"

"It was the way he was speaking to her the last time I heard them speak." She explained feeling a bit remorseful.

"And you ran with that?" He asked as he crossed his arms.

"I'm sorry…" She murmured as she stared at her shoes. She didn't think it would escalate this far.

"Are you really though? He said he wasn't so he wasn't, that's it." Sierra added almost as angry as Michael was.

"I gotta go…" Alex's voice sounded exasperated. He wanted to skip practice himself after all of this.

Alex and Sierra walked away leaving just Raven and Naomi. Tears blurred Naomi's vision as she trembled. She just wanted to look out for her friend. Maybe she pushed too hard but she couldn't help herself. A trait passed down through the women in her family.

"I know I'm usually the funny friend but I gotta level with you. You fucked up and I don't know if you'll be able to gain his trust back." Raven spoke truthfully before she left Naomi in the hallways alone.

The sound of her shoes clicking further and further away set in for Naomi. The tears fell as she was left alone with the consequences of her actions. She didn't know how she was going to make up for slandering someone's name. She didn't know where to start but she knew one thing for sure and that was to create space between her and those involved.

I needed to shed some light on Michael’s feelings and grieving process as well as put a final nail in the situation because this was going to go 2 other ways both drama filled trust me

Also I was back and forth with this chapter so hopefully it makes sense lmk if it doesn’t

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