HELLO i just read the ftm x benito thing and oh my godddd😩
Idc which gender reader is butttttt i want to aak you to write some freaky sub benito stuff because golly you write good😭 like reader and benito were childhood friends and they meet again when hes on tour anduhhh go to readers apartment and on the way its already a bit freakyy ykk and like afterwards they stay together if you want to write that, if this is too detailed or anything you dont have to write it and you can change anything too bc its you writing it yk and THANKYOU for reading my requesttt
it’s been a while
f x m smut ! sub benito ! dom reader ! creampie ! childhood friends ! leash !
➺authors note: srry this took so long, i hope this is okay :)
The arena lights pulsed like a heartbeat, the bass vibrating through every rib in the crowd. You stood high up in the balcony, arms crossed loosely over the railing, watching Benito…Bad Bunny…own the stage and the crowd. He’d always had that charisma, even back when you two were kids running around the neighborhood, sharing secrets and stealing snacks. He was your nerdy boy back then. Glasses, baggy clothes, always humming songs under his breath. Now the whole world knew his voice.
Halfway through one of his biggest songs, phones started lighting up around you. Whispers turned into shouts.
“Wait—is that..?”
“From his old photos?”
Fans pointed, cameras flashing in your direction. You tried to shrink back, but it was too late.
Benito finished the chorus, sweat glistening under the lights, and he paused. He tilted his head, listening to the growing chant. Then his eyes found you.
He pulled off his sunglasses slowly, squinting up into the lights. “No puede ser…” -It can’t be.
The words left his mouth in a stunned laugh, loud enough for the mic to catch. The crowd erupted.
“¡Hola, mi reina!” he called out across the arena, that familiar bright smile breaking across his face. “Gracias por venir. Hablamos después del show, ¿sí?!” -Thank you for coming. We'll talk after the show, okay?
He waved, smiling to himself like he couldn’t believe it. He then turned back to the crowd with renewed energy, diving straight into the next song.
・・・
After the final encore, a security guard appeared at your side. “Señorita, Bad Bunny wants you backstage.”
No arguments. You followed.
The back area was chaos as the crew was packing up gear, the lights dimming. And there he was, Benito, peeling off his soaked stage shirt without a second thought, tossing it aside. His chest rose and fell, tattoos catching the low light. He looked up, saw you, and that same shy but excited grin from your childhood spread across his face.
“¡Mira quién es!” -Look who it is! He closed the space in a few steps and pulled you into a tight hug, still half naked and warm from the performance. “I can’t believe you’re here. After all this time… you look exactly the same. Well…better of course.”
You laughed, hugging him back. He still had that familiar scent like the boy you knew, mixed with stage smoke and cologne. “You’ve been busy, huh?”
He shrugged, grabbing a fresh shirt but not rushing to put it on. “Life got loud. But you… you stayed quiet, like always.” His eyes softened.
“Would you want to come chill at my place? Catch up? Figured staying somewhere familiar would feel better than another hotel right now. When’s the next time I’ll even see you, right?” You smiled.
“Yeah. Vamos pues!” - Let’s go then!
・・
The ride was easy, comfortable silence broken by old stories and teasing. Fans waited outside the arena, phones up, snapping photos of the two of you slipping into the car together. You didn’t care. Neither did he.
・
When you finally stepped into your apartment, the door clicking shut behind you, the air shifting. The nostalgia mixed with something heavier, something that had been simmering since he called you “mi reina” in front of thousands.
Without anything being said, you pushed him gently toward the couch. Benito let you, eyes darkening as he dropped onto the cushions. You straddled his lap without hesitation, knees sinking into the fabric on either side of his hips. His hands found your waist immediately, warm and eager.
Your mouths met in a hungry kiss from years of missed time. He tasted like the energy drink he’d been sipping backstage. You rocked your hips down against him, feeling him harden quickly beneath you. Benito groaned into your mouth, his hips thrusting up instinctively to meet your grinding.
You smiled against his lips and pulled back just enough. “Nuh-uh,” you murmured, pressing a hand to his chest to still him. “Espera...” -Wait…
He blinked up at you, lips parted, cheeks already flushed, breathing heavier. That glint you’d always suspected was there flickered in his eyes.
You reached down, unbuckled his belt with slow, deliberate movements, and slid it free. Benito watched, mesmerized, as you looped the leather around his neck, fastening it loosely but snug enough to feel like control. His breath hitched.
You stood, tugging lightly on the makeshift leash. “Come on, pup.”
“Si mami…” He rose without protest, letting you lead him down the short hallway to your bedroom, the belt guiding him like an obedient puppy.
Once inside, you pushed him back onto the bed. He fell easily, watching you with hungry eyes as you climbed over him again.
You tugged his pants and boxers down just enough to free him. His cock sprang out, hard, flushed, and already leaking at the tip. You wrapped your fingers around him, giving one slow stroke before rubbing the swollen head between your slick pussy lips, coating him in your wetness. You teased him relentlessly: sliding him up and down your slit, letting the head catch at your entrance before pulling away again.
“Coño… por favor mami.. te necesito,” - Fuck… please mommy.. i need you, he whispered, voice cracking, hips twitching but not daring to thrust.
You finally sank down onto him in one smooth, deep motion, taking every inch until he was buried inside your tight heat. Both of you moaned loudly. For a moment you rode him like that, grinding in slow circles, feeling him throb inside you while your walls pulsed around him.
Then you shifted your weight, pulling him with you until you were lying on your sides, still connected, his cock never leaving your pussy. His face was inches from yours, eyes glassy as he whined looking at you with need.
You tugged on the belt-leash, tightening it just a fraction. “Stop moving.”
Benito whimpered, his hips freezing even as his hands gripped your ass, squeezing the soft flesh desperately, fingers digging in like he needed something to hold onto.
“Mami te quiero… Te necesito por favor..” -Mommy I want you… I need you please..
You started rolling your hips slowly, grinding on him in that side lying position, controlling every inch of friction. You took him deep on each roll, then pulled back until only the head stretched you, before sliding back down. The angle let you feel every vein, every twitch of his cock as you used him exactly how you wanted.
He was a complete mess. Moaning, whimpering, eyes completely shut, breath hot as his lips were parted.
“Been thinking about this for so long,” you murmured, pressing your lips against his, voice low and teasing. “The way you used to look at me back then… all those shy glances when you thought I wasn’t paying attention. Staring at my legs when I wore shorts, moving your hands down on my hips when I hugged you too long. Like you wanted me to ruin you even then. My sweet boy… always so polite, but I could see how bad you wanted to be mine.”
Benito whined loudly, nodding frantically, his cock pulsing hard inside you. “Sí… siempre-always… Dios, you feel so fucking good. You’re so tight, wet… No puedo—” - I can’t—
You kept moving, slow and deliberate, clenching your walls around him on every roll of your hips, milking him. Your free hand slid up to cup his jaw, thumb brushing his bottom lip, slowly teasing it inside his mouth. “That’s it. Let me hear you, baby. Such a good boy for me now. All that big stage energy, millions screaming your name, and here you are… falling apart on my bed with a belt around your neck. whimpering like a desperate little slut for your best friend..”
His fingers dug harder into your ass, squeezing and kneading as he fought the urge to thrust. “Por favor… I’m so close—don’t stop, please— I need to cum, I need it so bad mama…” his voice got deeper.
You tugged the belt again, making the leather press firmer against his throat. He gasped, eyes fluttering, a broken moan spilling out. You rolled your hips faster now, fucking yourself on his cock with deep strokes, the wet sounds of your pussy taking him filling the room.
“Mírate,” -Look at you, you cooed, lips brushing his ear. “My Benito… so fucking hard for me. Throbbing inside me like you’ve been waiting years for this. You gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna fill me up while I ride you just like this?”
He was trembling, whimpering nonstop, hips twitching helplessly despite your command. “Si—aye si , por favor— I’m yours, always been yours— coño, voy a correrme—”-im gonna cum—
You clenched around him tighter as you hear those words slip out of his mouth, grinding down deep and holding there, rolling your hips in tight circles that rubbed your clit perfectly against him. “Cum for me then. Be a good boy and cum inside me. Let me feel it.”
Benito cried out, his cheeks were tinted pink at this point, the sound muffled against your shoulder as his orgasm hit. His cock pulsed and throbbed inside you, spilling hot, thick ropes of cum deep into your pussy while you kept moving through it, drawing out every last drop. His hands squeezed your ass so tight it would probably bruise, his whole body staying still with the intensity as he whimpered and moaned your name like a prayer.
You didn’t stop until he was spent and oversensitive, twitching inside you with every small movement. Only then did you slow, pressing soft kisses to his sweaty forehead, loosening the belt just a little but not removing it.
“What a good boy,” you whispered, stroking his hair. “Tan perfecto.” -So perfect.
Benito nuzzled into your neck, breathing hard, still buried inside you as the aftershocks rolled through him.
