Synopsis: On the beach with your daughter in PR with fine shyt Benito.
The smell of salt and seafood filled your nostrils as you watched your daughter run around the beach. You watched her play in the sand and build a castle with Benito, your boyfriend of about a year now. He asked you out after a concert you went to with your friend, then during the first date he found out about your daughter. You expected him to just leave, but he stayed and was active in her life.
"Careful, princesita!" He called out as your daughter stalked closer to the water. Of course her bad self inched closer and closer to the navy cold water giggling. Benito chased after her, she was fast for someone 3ft, he swooped her up and she turned to face him giggling.
He sighed, "Dios, cariño. ¿Por qué no escuchas?", he questioned out of breath from chasing your little girl around the beach. He walked up the sand much farther from the water, he continued to play with your daughter as you watched them.
He continued to dig in the sand and play with her. You watched him occasionally tickle her and fix her little sand covered bun. You watched her dig around in the sand, and find a cute seashell. You smile as she shows Benito her treasure and he whispered something causing the little girl to walk up to you with the shell in her hand.
"Mama!" She exclaimed as she showed you the shell, you push down your glasses and smile at the shell.
"Wow! Is that a seashell, baby?" You questioned and she nodded then handed it to you. You let out a theatrical gasp.
"Oh! It's gorgeous my love. Thank you!" You adorn the little girl in kisses, as Benito stalked up and grabbed the little girls sides causing her to burst out in a fit of giggles. The little girl peers up at Benito with big begging eyes, Benito let out a sigh knowing he was already defeated. He swore up and down that you gave the girl her signature big brown eyes.
"May we please get ice cweam." Your daughter begged, he was done for the second she lisped out her request. He sighed, "En español.", he asked acting like that was any use. Your daughter pouted, but nothing came in between her and her ice cream.
"M-me...puedos-"
"Puedes." Benito corrected, causing her to pout.
Your daughter turned to you her bottom lip completely out. You sigh and sit up. You almost mirror her begging look, I mean it was more potent from you. You were the source of her attitude.
"Benni. Get my baby her ice cream." You requested, but with enough authority in your voice it wasn't even close to a question. More of an instruction. He sighed
"Mami, she needs to learn span-"
"Now." You said raising your eyebrows. Now you really weren't asking. He sighed and picked the little sand covered girl up and took her up the boardwalk to a little ice cream shack.
your lips hovered against the mic, bentio’s palms slithering up the sides of your leg . the lyrics of the song you were taught to sing fell from your lips , he had chosen you specially to sing some adlibs on an upcoming song . your voice was slick , your moans were music alone & he knew the melody all too well .
you stood, blindfolded and stripped down to your panties , lost in the feeling of his bulge underneath the rich fabric of his pants, pressed up against your ass . you rested your hands on top of his , feeling the softness of his knuckles and the large rings he was wearing on his fingers .
benito shakes one hand away, dipping his fingers into your panties , his breath thick with desire against your neck . he gets exactly what he wants from you by rubbing your clit, “ be loud for me ? please mami ? ”
you oblige him as he keeps a steady pace , knowing you love what he’s doing with the way your knees start to buckle , breathing hitched and caught in your throat . he grinds into you , burying two fingers inside, leaving his thumb to trace circles in the spot you loved the most .
“ ah fuck ,” you whine, bringing a hand behind his head, letting him kiss at your neck now . your fingers intertwined in his soft black curls , “ just like that . ” you shiver , a water fall coming onto benito’s fingers . you falling apart in his hands , staggering moans filling the recorded tracks . one of his favorite touches to his songs .
and it doesn’t stop there , for the next few hours of very much needed & worthwhile studio time benito spends his time bullying his heavy cock into you , his laps of nut dripping down your thigh making you feel warm and slippery , your moans making the perfect transition to incoherent babbles . just what he needed . he suck’s and kisses on your neck whispering i love you’s & thank you’s to his pretty good luck charm .
Synopsis: It was simple, really: a vacation with the girls to the captivating island of Puerto Rico. One minute, everyone is taking in the tourist sights. The next, your friends are leading a manhunt out for you.
You? You're lost in the enchantment of the island.
Pairings: Benito Ocasio (Bad Bunny) x black!fem reader
Form: SMAU + written
☀️Sunny says: she's not ready for the superbowl. Google-translated Spanish ahead😬 Merry Christmas to those of you who celebrate!
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limitless_nina everyone say "thank u, nina" for finding our airbnb🙂
msworldwide_yn thank you, nina🙄
limitless_nina a bit less sass would be appreciated
msworldwide_yn lalalala🙉
user123 it's tough being the mom of the group😔
limitless_nina I'm not above whooping them into shape, idk how u do it🧍🏽♀️
user123 oh😮
global_havana we weren't even that lost😒
limitless_nina u were using google maps
global_havana as one would normally do
limitless_nina u were looking at the map of Cuba!
msworldwide_yn their flags look so alike
user234 I'm living vicariously thru you guys
user250 fr! these three are always travelling somewhere
user255 a girls trip every trip!
user259 only reason they haven't gotten lost yet is because of nina😭😭
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global_havana pretty girls on a pretty island as god intended!
msworldwide_yn I just licked my screen
global_havana I know, I'm standing right next to you😭
user456 ¡que hermosa!
user467 i luv girlhood
limitless_nina goddamn I look good👁🫦👁
limitless_nina send me these pics pls!!!
global_havana YN has the rest of them on her cam
limitless_nina 🧍🏽♀️
global_havana uh-oh🧍🏾♀️
user478 friendship goals!
user490 a sisterhood🥹
yourbro why is my sister not answering her phone?
global_havana haha
yourbro limitless_nina??
limitless_nina the tour bus is driving through a tunnel I CANT HEAR U UR BREAKING UP
yourbro this a comment section?!
user499 wait, who's lost??
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msworldwide_yn enchanted? confirmed✅️
limitless_nina baby, u gotta send me these!
user29 your pics are always so good!
global_havana los gatos😂
user43 I went to that restaurant during my trip to puerto rico, and I still dream about the food
user31 ugh, my girls and I have got to get that trip out of the group chat😔
yourbro my invite got lost in the mail?🤨
yourbro answer your phone!
user82 the island must have swallowed her up for being too sweet
user90 maybe she got lost taking pics😭😭
☆ Meanwhile...
That wall looked familiar.
You were pretty sure you had seen the spray-painted pair of lips softly touching each other at least four times in your many disoriented attempts at finding your friends, or even just the tour bus you were all boarding for the afternoon.
On one of the stops, you had posted a few pictures as proof of life for your older brother. He had been quite worried about letting you travel all the way to Puerto Rico—and rightfully so, the island was oceans away from home.
And you had the tendency to wander off.
To get lost.
It wasn't your fault, really! There was just always something amusing enough to grab your attention, beautiful enough to look at, or interesting enough to take a picture of.
Usually, this was a fact that most people around you claimed they found endearing about you, but right now—in freaking Puerto Rico—it was probably worrisome.
The street you had wandered onto was bustling with life. Locals walked by as if they had known this street like an old friend, chatting in musical notes of Spanish, waving their hands about in exaggerated gestures.
You clutched the strap of your camera for dear life.
Honestly, you would have just whipped out your phone and called Nina. Nina always knew what to do.
But your phone was dead.
Maybe you shouldn't have prioritised charging your camera earlier. But there just weren't enough charging points in the airbnb!
You took a deep breath, desperately trying to calm your nerves, then reached a hand out to the nearest person you could find.
Which just so happened to be one of the most domineering men you were sure you had ever come face to face with.
On top of being surprisingly tall, he was dressed head to toe in black—which was very unlike every other tourist, yourself included, who had overdosed on the tropical pill. So you were almost sure that he was a local.
You weren't certain, but you swore you could see him narrow his eyes at you from behind his black sunglasses.
He didn't pull away, but the tension in his brows was very clear.
"¿Quieres una foto o algo, señorita?"
Your mind blue-screened for a hot minute. The bass in his voice was awfully distracting. And also, you couldn't understand him.
"Um..." Now you had to somehow find a common ground of communication with a guy speaking an entirely different language. How awkward. "I don't speak Spanish..."
The stranger raised an eyebrow—in confusion or amusement, you weren't entirely sure.
"¿No hablas español?"
That last word meant spanish, right?
You took your hand back, wrapping your fingers around the strap of your camera yet again. This was getting you nowhere quickly. You were never going to find your friends. You were going to be stuck in this street forever!
The man you had so inconsiderately disturbed crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head, just enough for you to be able to see his eyes beneath the shades.
They were so startlingly...kind.
"You speak english?"
God, you could cry.
You clutched your hands together in front of you, and nodded fervently. "Yes! I speak english."
He chuckled under his breath, and pointed towards the camera you were practically strangling. "I ask if you want a photo or something, señorita?"
Your brows furrowed. Oh, god.
Either this guy was really popular in this specific part of the PR, or he thought too highly of himself.
It wasn't really your problem to figure out, so you simply shook your head.
"No, I, well I was just wondering if you could help me. Please."
The man raised an eyebrow—perfectly trimmed, you quickly realised. "No photo?"
Your sigh was almost exasperated. "No photo, I swear. I just need a phone. A phone!"
The stranger watched you rummage through your totebag, and then pull out your cellphone—useless and dead to the world.
You held it up, showing him the black screen. "My phone is dead and I'm lost, man. Could I please use your phone to call my friend?"
"Lost?" He hummed in realisation, tilting his head back. "¿Una turista?"
"Yes." You shoved your phone back into the small bag, a bit too harshly for a device that had gotten you out of much more damning situations. "I'm a tourist. A lost tourist." You held out your hand and gave him your name as a show of trust.
He clasped your hand politely, and you could make out his eyes studying you beneath the glasses. It was as if he was considering the sincerity of your turmoil. As if you would lie to him or could have some kind of ulterior agenda. "Benito."
What exactly did you stumble into with this guy?
After a moment of him probably debating in his head, he carefully took his shades off. He did it tentatively, like he was revealing something that you hadn't quite realised yet.
When he didn't get his presumed reaction, he slid the glasses up into his dark, curly hair with a satisfied nod. "You have your friend's number? To call?"
"Yeah!" You quickly ransacked through your bag, pulling out the front cap that usually snapped over the lens of your camera to protect the fragile glass. On the inside of the cap, you had tacked on a small piece of paper. And on the paper, in your smallest handwriting, was Nina's number.
The paper was a guarantee since you couldn't trust yourself to memorise something so important.
When you held the cap up, the man laughed. Genuinely, loudly, thoroughly amused. His eyes wrinkled at the corners with the laughter.
"Bien."
You could almost cry in relief when he cautiously placed his phone in your hand, hypervigilant now that you could very clearly see his eyes.
Nina answered after the second ring, skeptical in her greeting. "Hello?"
"Oh my god! Nina, it's me!"
You winced slightly when she screamed directly into your ear. "Where are you?!"
"I'm..." You glanced around, suddenly realising you didn't actually know where you were. You weren't exactly paying attention to the street signs while you were getting yourself lost. Reluctantly, you looked back at the stranger—Benito.
Benito raised a brow in silent question.
You sighed heavily, already expecting her reaction. "I'm with this guy."
"A guy?!" Nina practically screeched, and you hurried to escape the long lecture.
"Nina, I asked to use his phone since mine is dead. And he's being really nice, so please just...let's all be calm for a second. Please."
You were met with silence on the other end of the line. It was so quiet, you had to check that she hadn't hung up or something.
"Hand him the phone."
You knew that tone. And you knew better than to argue, so you gave the phone back to its owner.
Benito held it up to his ear, no idea that he was being sent to the slaughter house. "¿Hola?"
Nina spoke on the other end, inaudible to you who was standing a few respectful feet away from the good samaritan.
They exchanged a few sentences entirely in Spanish. Damn Nina and her better grasp on the language.
He didn't seem taken off guard in the slightest, and you couldn't really understand what he was saying, but the conversation seemed very relaxed.
You still held your breath the entire time.
When he handed the cell back to you, you were almost afraid to talk to Nina again. "Yes?"
"Your saviour has offered you a place to wait it out while Vana and I figure out a way to come get you."
"You want me to stay with the stranger?" It had slipped out, really. But the way Benito softly laughed told you he wasn't quite bothered by your trepidation.
You could almost hear Nina rolling her eyes on the other end of the line. "I'm not asking you to move in with the guy. He said his mother's place is close to where the both of you are, so wait for us there. Charge your damn phone while you're at it. And if he tries anything dodgy, pepper spray the fuck out of him."
She didn't give you any room to negotiate, and truthfully, you had nothing to negotiate with. So when you gave Benito his phone back, it was with a resigned sigh.
"You come with me, señorita?"
You gave a non-committal shrug. "I guess so."
A moment of silence blanketed over the both of you, which was saying a lot considering the hubbub around you.
"You are okay coming with me?" His voice was benign, his tone mindful.
Well, he had helped you a lot so far.
"Sure."
The walk to his mother's place—his home, he had reiterated—was interesting, to say the least.
As the two of you strolled through seemingly endless streets, several people would wave Benito down. They would try to pull him into conversation, but he would simply wave them off with what you assumed was a promise to come back later.
You assumed this because you had lost count of the amount of times he had laughed them off, pointed at you, and then would attempt to step back into stride with you, only to be successfully dragged off.
You stood back as the older men pulled Benito to sit around a small table with them, goading him into a game—a few games, really—of dominoes.
They spoke words you couldn't understand, but you could feel them.
With a slight nod from Benito, you snapped a few pictures here and there. The people around here felt far more compelling than the empty spaces that you had captured up on the double-decker tour bus.
Once he had finally escaped the clutches of the domino game and its masters, he came back around to you.
You showed him some of the photos you had clicked and he pointed to the ones that he particularly liked, leaning in close so you could hear him over the local buzz of the streets.
You weren't quite sure where you fit into all of this, but the choice was inevitably made for you when a young girl in one of the most beautiful dresses you swore you had ever seen pulled you along with her.
Benito carefully cradled your camera as the little girl all but giddily dragged you over to a group of her friends who were dressed in similar gowns, all ruffled at the knees.
They showcased a captivating routine to a song made of brass notes and tambourine clangs while you clapped along to the beat their heeled shoes made when they sang against the weathered asphalt. They way they each fell into rhythm with each other spoke to just how long they had known each other and how long this street had known them.
Eventually the young women pulled you in, only stopping to patiently teach you a few moves. When you winced at the moves that you got wrong and glanced up, Benito was already looking at you from afar. The corner of his lips was quirked up fondly.
And sure, you didn't move as seamlessly as the youthful dancers did, but you were moving with them, and that felt like more than enough.
Before too much time could pass, Benito squeezed past the flashes of rumpled fabric and very carefully took your hand in his. You allowed him to sweep you away despite the many lighthearted protests from the dancing girls.
This felt like Puerto Rico.
Not the distant sightseeing. Not the aloof tourist attractions.
This.
And you were almost glad that you lost yourself within the seams of all this enchantingly woven life.
While you both panted from the excitement, bumping shoulders every now and then during the walk, your curiosity got the better of you.
Benito seemed pretty popular with the locals, so you eventually had to ask.
"So, are you like famous or something?" You blurted out, unable to meet his eye. "Because I feel like I'm walking with a celebrity."
Benito laughed once—boisterous but brief. "Something like that."
How vague. You were immediately ten times more curious. "What do you do? Like, for work."
He hummed thoughtfully, his fingers tracing a path over the wrought-iron gates of the homes you passed by. "I rap."
Oh? You didn't know what you were expecting, but it definitely wasn't that. Now you were skeptical.
"Like one of those soundcloud rappers?" Did that sound too condescending?
He didn't seem to mind, apparently, because he just kept talking and walking. "Not really. I do performances."
Another vague answer.
"Is that why everyone seems to know you?"
He nodded, then shook his head, then shrugged. "No more about me. Now, about you. What do you do?"
You wanted to laugh at his absurdity, but you settled for just responding. "Finance. I do auditing."
He stopped so abruptly you nearly ran into him from behind. The look he gave you upon turning around made you feel like a bug under a spotlight. "What? Did I say something wrong?"
"I thought art or fotografía." The fact seemed to really confuse him, maybe even bother him immensely.
Shaking your head, you casually pointed to your camera. "It's more of a hobby."
It looked like he wanted to say more, but he didn't. He pursed his lips and led you to a weathered gate. The kind that locked with a chain, but anyone could jump over it if they had youth on their side.
You followed him through to the backyard where a few kids were playing about, spinning tops on the veranda and chasing chickens on the grass.
They greeted Benito—some excitedly smiling at you too, some lackadaisically waving him off, some too distracted to greet at all.
Upon entering the kitchen, a woman probably much older than she actually looked came rushing towards the both of you.
"Mama!" Benito opened up his arms, only to be completely overlooked as the elder woman—his mother, apparently—beelined straight for you.
The look on her face was an amalgamation of shock, excitement, and amusement. She clasped each of your elbows and held you at arm's length, very enthusiastically talking at a speed you didn't think even native Spanish speakers could understand.
Completely stunned, you looked towards Benito for some kind of assistance. But all he did was watch his mother fawn over you, the corner of his mouth raised slightly in amusement.
When Benito's mother cupped your face in one hand, tilting it this way and that to study you like a precious gem, only then did her son think to intervene.
Benito gently held his mother by the shoulders, and whatever he leaned over to softly tell her must have been enough because she pulled away with a gasp. "Lo siento, mamita!"
You waved your hands in front of you. "It's no problem, señora."
"Ay no, no!" She gestured to herself very adamantly. "Soy Titi."
"Si, mama." Benito gave you an exasperated smile as he practically dragged his mother away. "Necesito ayudarla ahora."
She raised her arms in surrender but glanced over her shoulder one last time. "Quédate a cenar!"
When Benito came back, ducking beneath the archway, he gestured towards a plastic chair by the dining table.
You graciously took the seat, subconsciously trying to make yourself smaller in someone else's home. "What was that last thing your mother said?"
He sighed, retrieving a soda can from the fridge. Coca cola, not Pepsi. "She ask you to stay for dinner. But I tell her you can't."
You didn't really know how to respond to that. The can he had slid towards you was cold to the touch, sweating in your palm.
After such an emotionally overwhelming day, the offer nearly undid you.
Probably sensing how vulnerable you felt, Benito opted to change the subject. "Your phone? I charge it."
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[Caption: tan bonita]
msworldwide_yn holy smokes! mama, I made it!
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msworldwide_yn what an enchanting place with even more enchanting people
user12 girl, you're okay??
msworldwide_yn why wouldn't I be?😧
user12 we thought you were missing???
msworldwide_yn oh! nah I'm good😁
limitless_nina and next time im going to put a child leash on you🧍🏾♀️
msworldwide_yn I was gone for like three hours at most😭
limitless_nina you followed a stranger to his house??
msworldwide_yn YOU told me to do that??
limitless_nina lalalala🙉
user34 um, anyways girl, nice photos
msworldwide_yn thanks queen🤏🏾
badbunnypr tomé algunas de estas fotos
msworldwide_yn I just google translated that and 🙄
user26 wait☝️🧐 how did freakin BAD BUNNY make it to the vacation dump??
user89 this is the girl from Benito's story?😲
user270 bad bunny in the comments🧍🏼
user354 the guy that had ONE SINGULAR post on his ig goes and posts a...tourist?
user489 Vuelve pronto!
global_havana you think if I get lost, I'll meet ryan destiny and she'll fall in love with me?
msworldwide_yn if you do, get me an autograph for me🙏🏾
badbunnypr ¿quédate para siempre?
msworldwide_yn oui☺️
yourbro that's french, idiot
msworldwide_yn shut tf up
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popbase Living Latin legend, Bad Bunny, seen touring the streets of Silicon Valley just days before his Superbowl performance in Santa Clara🫢and it seems he has some familiar company👀
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.”
pairing: benito martinez x wife!black!fem!reader summary: He said just the tip. cw: 18+ mdni, p in v, unprotected sex, dirty talk (lwk) & wtv i wrote
a/n: i use lots of ‘—’ no it’s not ai
Benito had promised just the tip.
That's what he'd whispered against your mouth when he walked through the door, still smelling like the studio—cologne and that particular heat that clung to him after hours of tracking vocals. His hands had found your waist before he even kicked his shoes off, pulling you into his chest while your name fell from his lips like a prayer he'd been holding in all day.
"Mami, los niños—"
"Asleep," you'd told him, your own hands sliding up his arms, feeling the tension knotted in his shoulders. "Been down for an hour."
The groan that rumbled out of him was pure relief. Pure want. He'd pressed his forehead to yours and let out a long breath, his thumbs tracing circles against the fabric of your robe, that thin silk thing you'd thrown on after bath time, after story time, after the long ritual of tucking your babies in and kissing their foreheads and turning on their nightlight.
And then his mouth found yours, slow at first, like he was tasting you for the first time all over again. But you knew better. You knew that slow burn. You knew the way his hands tightened on your hips, the way his tongue swept past your lips, the way his breathing changed, shallow and hungry.
So when he pulled back and said it—just the tip, just a little, he'd be quick—you'd laughed, soft and knowing, and let him lead you to the bedroom.
Now you're on your back, your honey brown hair fanned across the pillow in waves, twenty inches buss down that cost a pretty penny and makes him go feral every time. His fingers are tangled in it, gripping the nape, tilting your head back so he can lick down your throat.
"Benito—"
"Shh, mami." His voice is rough, wrecked already. He's still half-dressed, jeans undone, shirt hanging open, that tattooed chest on full display. "Déjame cuidarte."
His hand slides down your body, palm hot against your stomach, then lower, past the waistband of your panties. You're already wet—you'd been thinking about him all evening, about the way he'd looked this morning, half-asleep and reaching for you before the kids came stumbling in. And when his fingers find your clit, you gasp, your hips bucking into his touch.
"Ay, Dios mío," he breathes. "Estás tan mojada. Todo para mí?"
"All for you," you manage, and he groans like the words hit him somewhere deep.
He pushes your panties aside, not even bothering to take them off, and you feel the tip of his cock pressing against you. Thick. Hot. That familiar weight that always makes your breath catch.
"Solo la puntita," he promises again, and you almost believe him.
Almost.
Because the second he pushes in, just the head, just a little, his eyes roll back and his hips stutter forward and suddenly it's not just the tip anymore. It's him sinking into you, inch by inch, that thick stretch that has you crying out, your nails digging into his shoulders.
"Benito— you said—"
"Lo sé, lo sé, mami." He's already breathless, already lost. "Pero te sientes tan bien. No pude— ay, coño—"
His hips press forward and he bottoms out, and you both moan together, a harmony of sound that fills the room. "Mmm, shit, Beni—
He starts moving. Slow at first, deep strokes that drag against your walls and make your eyes flutter shut. His forehead rests against yours, his breath hot on your lips, and every thrust is punctuated by a grunt, a whisper, a "puta madre" or an "ay, Dios" that tumbles out of him like he can't help it.
You can feel every inch of him. The way his cock pulses inside you. The way his thighs press against yours. The way his hand finds yours and laces your fingers together, pinning your hand to the mattress.
"Mírame," he commands, and you open your eyes. His are dark, blown wide, locked on yours. "Quiero verte cuando te vengas."
"Then fuck me like you mean it."
The grin that spreads across his face is wicked. "Oh, ¿sí? Así quiere ella?"
He pulls out, and before you can complain, he's flipping you over. Your knees hit the mattress, your chest pressed into the sheets, your ass in the air. You hear him groan behind you—a low, guttural sound that makes your pussy clench around nothing.
"Mira ese culo," he mutters, more to himself than to you. His hands land on your hips, squeezing, kneading. "Dios mío, mami. Este culo me va a matar."
He lines himself up and pushes back in, and the angle is different now, deeper, harder, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. Your mouth falls open, a sharp cry tearing out of you.
"¡Ay, coño!" he growls, picking up the pace. "Así— así— mierda, qué rico—"
The sound of him fucking you fills the room. Wet and rhythmic, skin slapping against skin. You're dripping down your thighs, soaking the sheets, and every time he thrusts you feel it in your throat.
"Beni— right there— fuck—"
"¿Ahí? ¿Ahí te gusta?" He pounds into that spot, relentless. His hand reaches around, fingers finding your clit, circling it in time with his strokes. "Dime. Dime cómo te sientes."
"So good— ahh— so fucking good, Benito—"
"Mmm, sí. Grita mi nombre. Quiero oírlo."
And you do. You scream it when he hits that spot again, your fingers gripping the sheets, your whole body trembling. "Benito! Benito!"
"Así, mami. Así."
He slows down, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, torturously slow. You whimper, pushing back against him, trying to get more, but his hands hold you still.
"Tranquila," he purrs. "Disfrútalo."
He fucks you like that for what feels like forever, deep and slow and deliberate, every stroke hitting places you forgot existed. Your legs start shaking. Your breath comes in gasps. You can hear yourself making sounds you don't recognize—high and desperate.
"Te siento," he whispers, leaning over your back, his mouth against your ear. "Te siento apretándome. Estás cerca, ¿verdad?"
"Yes— yes, Beni, I'm—"
"Ven conmigo. Vamos juntos."
He speeds up again, his thrusts losing rhythm, getting sloppier, needier. His breathing is ragged, his grip bruising, and every word out of his mouth is a curse or a prayer.
"Mierda— te quiero— esta pussy es mía—"
"Yours— fuck— all yours—"
"Dilo otra vez."
"All yours, Benito— ahh— I'm gonna—"
He hits that spot one more time—slap, slap, slap—and you shatter. Your orgasm rips through you like a wave, pulling you under, and you hear yourself screaming his name, a long, breathless "BENITO!" that echoes off the walls.
He follows right behind you, a guttural "¡Ay, coño, mami!" as he buries himself deep and spills into you, hot and thick, his whole body shuddering against yours.
You collapse together, a tangle of limbs and sweaty skin and ragged breaths. He's still inside you, softening, and neither of you moves for a long moment.
Then he kisses your shoulder. Your neck. The curve of your spine.
"Te amo," he murmurs against your skin. "Perdón por la mentira."
You laugh, weak and breathless. "You're not sorry."
"No," he admits, grinning against your back. "No lo siento."
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Synopsis: Benito teaches his gf a lesson for messing with him at a dinner party.
Word count: about 880
Benito wrapped his fingers in your hair, pulling your face from the bed sheets. He was still seated deep inside you, but the toe-curling pace made it clear he wasn’t stopping anytime soon. One of his hands remained on your hip while the other found a steady grip still wrapped in your hair.
“Mirarte mamí”, he tilted your neck forcing you to look in the mirror conveniently placed by his bed
Lips swollen from kissing, hickies littered all over your body as Benito fucked you like it was the last time he’d ever see you. Honestly, it was your fault, but you were enjoying the consequences. You felt sensitive as your fifth orgasm tore through you. He wasn’t going to stop until you begged him to.
Benito kept a steady pace, knowing you wouldn’t last much longer. He wanted to spend an evening with you and his friends; however, once he felt your hand trail up his thigh during dinner, he knew you had other plans. He shot you a warning glance, but the third glass of wine made you feel bolder than usual. Your hand kept going until it reached the target. Your boyfriend struggled to keep it together. The conversation switched to another topic with your friends being none the wiser. When your hand brushed against his tip, Benito immediately grabbed your wrist. He brought it up to his mouth and placed a gentle kiss on each knuckle. Different in contrast to what he was doing to you now. Your friends smiled ear to ear, seeing the small interaction as a couple having a sweet moment. Little did they know, the gentle giant was about to tear you apart.
The moment you made it through the front door, you felt like a lamb caught in the clutches of a lion. Benito trapped you between his arms against the wall. When his hand wrapped around your throat, every part of you just knew what he would do to you tonight. He threw you over his shoulder without a word and walked to the bedroom. Benito spent the better half of the evening punishing you with orgasm after orgasm.
Tears filled your eyes, feeling your sixth orgasm start to rise. You were so sensitive, yet you wanted more.
“No llores ahora. You wanted this, remember? You couldn’t keep your hands off of it tonight. Ahora es todo tuyo”, he grinned
You looked at your appearance in the mirror. You looked completely wrecked as your eyeliner and mascara trailed down your face along with your tears. Benito tugged your hair one last time and you finally met his eyes in the mirror. He never took his eyes off you, daring you to look away.
“Sí papí”, you cried, “Yo recuerdo”
“Bien”, he groaned, “Cuando te dije que pararas, ¿que dijiste?”
Benito unwrapped his hand from your hair to bring it to your hips and hit your spot harder, knowing you were moments from falling apart. You tried to think, wracking your brain for the response that got you in this position to begin with. At this point, you could barely remember your own name. Finally, it clicked as he snapped his hips in a way that made you see stars.
“Dame una lección”, you moaned, still maintaining eye contact
As soon as your daring response fell past your lips, he gave a devilish grin and pushed your hips down to go deeper. Once he found the spot he was looking for, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You pulled on the sheets in front of you knowing it wouldn’t help one bit. The grip was so tight, your knuckles nearly turned white. He was going to destroy you in the best way possible and you were giving him the green light to do it.
“Papí porfi”, you begged, “Lo siento. Perdoname”
The words were repeated and left in the air as Benito watched your resolve completely break in front of him. A few more tears spilled over before Benito gave you everything you needed. He set a punishing pace, nearly pulling out all the way just to push back inside you as far as you could take him.
You squeezed your eyes shut, but you felt his hand caressing your back.
“Abre tus ojos mami”, he smiled, trying to keep himself together, “Déjame ver esos ojos lindos”
When you opened your eyes, he stared back at you in the mirror, just to watch you fall apart in front of him. The final orgasm shook you to your core, you squeezed around him so tight, he couldn't stop himself from spilling inside you. It took a little longer to get your bearings. You shut your eyes as you felt Benito’s fingers massage you back while still inside you.
Benito pulled you under the covers, leaving soft kisses all over your face.
“You’re always a good girl. Just for me”
The sentiments made your heart flutter.
“¿Aprendiste la lección?”
“Sí”, you yawned starting to doze off
“¿Lo harás de nuevo?”
“Probablemente”
“You are lucky. Estoy cansado pero me encargare de ti por la mañana”
Benito pulled your body close to his and dozed off. He was going to need all the energy he could get to handle you once he woke up…and you couldn’t wait.
I don’t know if your taking any request right now and if your not you can ignore this.
Is it okay to ask for a Benito x reader where reader dos either a lingerie or jeans add
lipstick on your face
benito x reader
warnings: fluff, illusions to sex
not proofread!
i looovveee this idea lmk thoughts/ what to add!!
The room was crowded. The backdrop was obnoxiously white. The rack of clothes had too many options to pick from. Everything was overwhelming even though it shouldn’t be. You’ve done this many times before. Hair, makeup, pose, and leave. It was the same every time. Well, this time was slightly different.
Yes, it was a new company—a collaboration with Victoria’s Secret—but it was also the first time Benito was in the same town to watch. You’ve done nearly all the photoshoots possible with a few of your friends. Makeup with Lady Gaga, perfume with Sabrina Carpenter, and skincare with Hailey Bieber. This was more intimate. A lingerie shoot. This wasn’t anything with faces you were familiar with, either. You knew having your partner in the same room would be somewhat comforting, but what if it was awkward? How would he feel seeing you half-naked in front of a camera?
Benito was always possessive. Not in an insane serial killer way, but he liked knowing you were his and only his. The man could hardly fathom the thought of millions seeing you in a small lingerie set. It should only be him.
“Café para la dama.” Your eyes light up when you hear the familiar voice sounding from behind you. The studio has a slight echo despite music playing and people talking, so his voice rang through the open area a few times. “Estás muy hermosa.”
His lips press against the back of your head while he extends the coffee out to you.
“Gracias, mi amor.” You smile, instantly taking a sip of the iced coffee you stole from his hand. You were careful with all your movements, keeping your eyes forward as the makeup artists finish up on your face. It was bold. A brown, smokey eye with sharp, black liner. Your face glowed with the bronzer that sharpened your cheeks. Of course, you can’t forget the deep red lipstick the woman in front of you was now applying.
“What’s under?” Benito’s finger traces the seam of the robe that covered your first outfit.
“It’s a surprise.” You narrow your eyes at him when he slowly stalks in front of you. Knowing Benito, he probably forgot exactly what this shoot was for. That made everything more exciting.
“We’re ready for you in the center,” A photographer called from behind a camera, actively adjusting the position of it. For some reason your palms began to sweat, so you wiped them against the silk robe before approaching the woman behind the camera. “Okay, so we’ll start with standing, nothing too crazy.”
“Perfect,” You smile and nod, walking over to the corner of the room to peel the robe off where your manager was sitting.
The feeling of the cool air bit at your skin, sending a small shiver down your spine. The black, lacy set only covered only a few bits of your body, leaving the rest fully exposed. When you turn around, flipping your perfectly curled hair behind your shoulder, your eyes meet the deep brown ones from across the room.
Benito leaned against a pillar with his mouth slightly open. His eyes were big it was as if he was looking at the most gorgeous thing he’s ever seen. He wasn’t really a man to be speechless, but he was right now. You were always a confident person. You knew your standards and just how beautiful you were, but the way he was looking at you made you feel like you were the only girl in the world.
“A little to the left,” The camera woman spoke, gesturing slightly to the side. “Good.”
As soon as the word is spoken, it’s like a new entity took over your body. Your eyebrows lift and your mouth opens slightly as you begin to pose for the camera. Once to the left, once to the right, looking over your shoulder, tilting your head. Everything came so naturally.
As instructed, you move to different poses, not missing the eyes Benito made at each and every one. He knew it was respectful to sit still and watch, but all he wanted to do was pull you aside and worship you.
When it came to posing on the floor, you hit the basic poses but added in some extra flare. He noticed every time your back arched. Every time your sultry eyes glared into the camera. The final pose is what struck him the most. Your manager walked over, took the length of your heel, and looped it under the lacy panties. When she walked away, your leg extended upward, exposing your close to almost exposed body. The fabric pulled with the heel, making the most perfect shot.
“That’s perfect,” The photographer got closer with the camera, zooming in on some parts then back out to see everything. “You’re done!”
“Already?” You laugh, slipping the heel out from the lace thong and placing your foot back on the ground. You raised with ease and showed the grateful smile plastered on your lips. “Thank you so much! Can I see?”
“Yes! These are my favorites,” The lady moved to the side and let you sneak up next to her. One photo had your arms above your head, another was a photo from behind, but the one that caught your eye was the last one. It caught Benito’s eye too because he all of a sudden appeared behind you, reaching out to wrap his arm around your waist.
You didn’t have to look to know it was him. You knew his touch like no others. You also knew that what was poking your ass also belonged to the man you loved.
“You can change where you did before the shoot and then we’ll be finished.” Your manager appears beside you and takes a peak at the photos as well.
You dug your teeth into your bottom lip as you slipped out of the tight hold you were in. You knew he’d follow and you knew he’d be all over you when the door was closed; therefore, you strut off without a second glance to the slightly opened door.
When the lights flick on it’s game over.
The door is instantly shut and your back is pressed against the wall.
“Eres tan hermosa,” His words are hushed when he closes the gap between you. His left hand is pressed against your hip and his right is caressing your neck. Your own arms wrap around his neck, clinging to his body like you’d fall if you let go. The hand on the side of your neck slowly inches down until his grip tightens around your throat.
The slight stubble on his chin scrapes against your skin in a way you knew all too well while he attacks your lips. It’s hungry. It’s passionate. It’s desperate.
“¿No pudiste evitarlo?” You smirk, pulling away just enough to leave some space between you. His lips chase yours before he opens his own eyes to look down at you. Your hand moved around his wrist, holding his hand in place on your neck.
Benito’s eyes scanned your face—more specifically the smudged burgundy lipstick—before he answered you.
“Mírate, Mami.” His voice was rough and deep with need.
“Tienes lápiz labial en tu cara.” You smirk and tilt your head.
“No me importa.” He shakes his head before dipping his lips back down to your lips. They’re only there for a moment before he moves his hand and his lips make their way down your neck.
“Benito,” Your moan is soft. You try to keep it quiet due to the fact there were people right outside the door. “Not here.”
“Por qué no?”
“Guárdalo para el hotel.” You smirk, gently tugging his head back by fisting his hair.
“En serio?” He whines as his shoulders slouch.
“I am not doing this in a closet.” You shake your head and push his chest away playfully.
“Eres mala.” He groans and runs his hand down his face. His eyes are huge, showing just how desperate he really was.
“Now I am changing, so leave.” You give him an evil yet playful smile and push him further and further towards the door.
“What about the lipstick?” He squints his eyes when he gets a glimpse of his face in the mirror behind you.
The house is quiet, basked in the warm essence of your favorite vanilla candle. Benito had been in the studio all morning - a quick session he promised and sealed with a kiss to your forehead.
Hours had passed, you had a late morning, a brunch plate of whatever looked appetizing enough to eat without the work of cooking and you even had time to divulge in an everything shower before Benito came home.
Freshly washed, blow dried and rolled hair. A smooth sugar wax and you even decided to try a new turmeric body scrub you had gotten the other day.
The whipped shea butter glides across your skin as you massage it in, stopping only to slip on the lacy pink two piece pajama set you had been set from Victoria’s Secret.
This is your favorite part of the week - when you’re able to decompress and reset yourself.
It’s Benito’s favorite too.
—
“Mi corazón.” Benito’s voice travels from the front of the apartment. You can hear his shoes being kicked off and his bag hitting the counter (it drives you crazy, he knows it).
“Bedroom.” You call back, already hearing his footsteps heading your direction.
A deep growl of pleasure is pulled from his throat when he steps into the room, “Mierda...hueles bien, mami.” Shit…you smell good.
You smile at the compliment and practically melt into his arms that wrap around you from behind. He’s careful around the rollers in your hair (aka he’s been cussed at more times than one).
“How was the studio?” You ask, placing you hands over his and feeling the warmth from his body.
“Ah, no es bueno. Me sigo quedando atascado en esta letra.” He explains, with a frustrated exhale. His hands unwrap from you in favor of running a hand through his slightly overgrown hair. He’s been stealing your cotton headbands a lot lately. However, looking at how nicely it frames his face when it pushes back his curls, you’re not all that bothered. Ah, not good. I keep getting stuck on this lyric.
You hum as you listen, sympathetically. Benito has a creative process when he’s making music, often shutting down his social medias and truly just regrounding himself. You know the right lyrics will come to him, it always does.
“Sounds like you need a bit of R&R.” You suggest, spinning around to look into his eyes.
“R&R?” He repeats, his head tilting adorably paired with the words rolling in his accent. You chuckle with a nod.
“Rest and relaxation. Why don’t you take a shower and I’ll make us some tea?”
His shoulders visibly relax at just the thought of unwinding, “Eres un ángel.” You’re an angel.
You send him off in the direction of the bathroom with a chuckle and a kiss to his cheek with the promise of more when he’s done.
—
By the time Benito comes out of the shower, all fresh and smelling of the new Lavender and Eucalyptus body wash you bought, you’re not surprised.
The green tea you made sits inside the porcelain tea cups you had bought at target the other day. Beside them you have laid out a few options for face masks. You had done one before you got in the shower earlier, so now you are wearing the ‘24 karat gold’ hydrating under eye masks.
Benito falls on the plush couch with a content sigh, his body melting into the soft cushions.
Although, you enjoyed the time to yourself this morning, you carved time in his arms more. You’re already moving closer, ready to settle beside him when his arms comes out to redirect you to straddle his lap.
His hands are so much larger than yours, and are already molding to the side of your hips. Your bodies always fit perfectly with each other.
It’s quiet. His head is tipped back and the only giveaway you have that isn’t asleep is the way his face contorts when you massage a particularly pleasurable part of his scalp.
You both don’t know when this routine started, but it’s quickly became an essential.
You’ve also learnt, Benito lets you do whatever you want in this state.
He’s completely relaxing and at ease. His hands roaming up and down your back and hips, meanwhile you use him as your personal beauty doll.
You move from scalp messages to a fuzzy pink headband with hearts. Then comes the hydrating sheet mask, which you leave on for a while.
“¿Beso?” You want to giggle at how soft he sounds asking for a kiss.
You can’t deny him though, even though you already laid the wet sheet mask down.
Your lips connect in a soft peck, no more than 5 seconds before you’re pulling back and he’s groaning at the lost of contact.
“¿Estás tratando de matarme? Necesito más, mi corazón.” Are you trying to kill me? I need more, my heart.
“You’re dramatic.” You giggle, but relent anyway. Being careful, you caress the sides of his face and place a few pecks against his lips.
After a while, you remove the sheet mask and tap the product into his skin before laying on the ‘24 karat gold’ hydrating under eye masks.
A content sigh leaves your lips as you allow yourself to rest your head on his shoulder. Fully melting into him at this point - it’s now you’re grateful you decided to place a scarf over your hair rollers.
You could never resist a good cuddle in his arms, he makes you feels safe.
A lot of people know Bad Bunny but you know Benito.
His warm palm pushes under the threshold of your lacy top to travel up and down the length of your spine. His head lolls to the side and presses to the side of yours half nuzzled into his neck.
You’re not sure when you fell asleep, but you couldn’t help it. A clean house, a nice bath, a warm tea, and being in the arms of the person that makes you feel loved and protected.
Despite being tired himself, Benito is still awake long after you have fallen asleep. His mind couldn’t rest, too busy thinking about the lyrics that don’t sit right with him.
He thinks about it for a while. It’s only when he’s spreading the soft throw blanket you had draped over the couch on top of the both of you that the lyrics click into place.
En las noches ya ni puedo dormir In the nights I can't even sleep
Lo que hago es soñarte What I do is dream with you
