Soy Tuyo
pairing. bad bunny (benito) x gn!reader
wc. 1.2k | My Masterlist
notes. this request was sent in by @gooddreans! thank you, love for sending this in! I'm so sorry it took a while, but I hope you enjoy this one! tags. bad bunny x gn!reader, blurb, some angst, but mostly all fluff and maybe the slightest bit of spice :)
For a long while, you tossed and turned in bed early in the morning as the sun started peaking in through the window.
Benito laid beside you, knocked out from exhaustion that was so apparent on his features. He’d been working so hard and had gone through so much stress in the past few months that any moment in bed was a moment cherished.
It was rare he got to sleep - it was rarer to sleep in your bed.
The two of you had announced your relationship to the world not long ago, although the two of you had been dating pretty steadily for a few months prior to that.
It had been nice keeping the private life, and by no means did you flaunt your relationship with Benito any once it was out there. But you were happy; happier than you’d ever been with someone in your life.
You’d prepared yourself for the onslaught of people being involved in your life once the world knew about you. You’d resolve yourself to go to parties you didn’t want to and to meet people you didn’t particularly like, all for love.
But what you hadn’t prepared for was how much it would actually affect you.
You thought of yourself as a strong person, but it seemed like every time you opened social media, you were met with a slew of people comparing you to seemingly every woman Benito ever touched. There were some beautiful comments in there as well - compliments to your appearance and how it seemed like you treated the renowned star with care and affection.
But the ones about Gabi and Kendall and Sabrina and Taylor and–
Well, they always caught your attention more than you wanted them to.
It wasn’t until the afternoon that it had finally come to a head for you.
The two of you had gone on a public outing to a Knicks game the night before and had a wonderful time; you shared food and drinks and cheered on the basketball game together in your own little world. It was something you loved about your relationship with him, how you both could get so lost in each other that nothing else mattered.
But the next afternoon, you started to see the stupid comments. It wasn’t even your own instagram. It was through one of those stupid “Billboard” accounts.
“They’re not even attractive, wtf?”, “They seem ditzy.”, “Ew.”, “Beni, baby, you’ve done so much better before.”
It made your heart stutter and stick with you all day, because what if Benito thought that too? Or what if he just hadn’t had time to realize he didn’t want you yet?
As you tossed, at some point you woke said man from his peaceful slumber. With a dramatic groan, he threw his arm over your waist and pulled you in close until you stopped moving all together.
“Mi corazón…” Benito pleaded in a whiny, gravely voice, “Stay still.”
Somewhere in your tossing, tears had filled your eyes, and when he pulled you close, forcing you on your side, said tears started to fall freely down your cheek. You waved it off as just early morning allergies, but he wasn't having it.
It was like he had a sort of sixth sense for you. The tiniest difference in the way you took in air made him notice, and all of a sudden, he was propped up.
Without saying anything to you, he flipped you back over and lightly got on top of you, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. He was only in pajama pants, so his warm torso pressed heavily against your chest, but only enough for you to feel grounded.
“¿Todo bien?” He whispered. When you didn’t say anything for a moment, feeling you shake your head against the side of his, he tutted, “Dime, nena.”
“¿Soy lo que quieres?”
He let out a breathless laugh like you’d just asked the silliest question ever, “Eres todo y mucho más.”
“What about–”
Benito laid his hips into you, spreading your legs to get more access to hold you. He wrapped his arms around your waist again, lips brushing against your cheeks as he kissed away some of the tears that still threatened to fall.
“Ey, no, baby…” He stroked part of your hair out of your face, “¿De dónde vino esto?”
Answering him felt embarrassing, bringing more tears to your eyes. Benito already had a feeling as to why; he’d seen some of the comments - even tried to get some moderators to delete a few - but it obviously hadn’t been enough. He was secure with you; more than he’d been with anyone before, and he wished everyone could see that.
“Te escribí una canción.”
That shocked you into silence.
“Es sobre el día que nos conocimos por primera vez,” He continued in a murmur, slowly peppering kisses down the side of your neck, “It’s about how you made me feel so… fulfilled. I'm so happy with you. I was going to wait to show you and release it with the new album, pero, tienes que saber cuánto te adoro y te deseo. Y un día el mundo verá lo feliz que me haces.”
You could feel him move his mouth against your neck’s pressure point, pressing wet kisses against you. He let out the smallest groan as his hips lazily dragged against yours again, using his arms to guide you to move with him.
He pulled away long enough to slip off your shirt above your head.
A gasp escaped you, only to be met with Benito’s lips capturing yours. One of his arms came up to wrap around your shoulders, locking you in your spot with him. You relaxed only slightly, becoming putty in his grasp.
“Can I listen to it?” You asked as he placed his fingers at the rim of your pajama pants, feeling his nose brush against your bare collarbone, “I think that’s only fair if you wrote it about me.”
He chuckled, “Maybe… Si me hicieras un favor.”
“¿Qué favor?”
“Listen to me first.”
Benito purred as he grabbed a handful of your hair, eliciting a sharp whine from you. Your legs dug into the mattress as he pulled away to rip off the remainder of your clothes.
“You’re mine,” the soft brush of his mustache skimmed over your stomach, “Y soy tuyo.”
His fingers found your most sensitive spots, rubbing light circles as he placed more and more kisses lower. You found sound beneath him and he hummed in response; cocky and certain like he knew exactly what you wanted from him.
“No escribo para nadie más.” He whispered, “No me acuesto con nadie más. No le presto atención a nadie. Lo hago todo por ti, mi amor.”
Another moan escaped you as he pressed you further into the mattress, his lips directly beside your ear as he whispered again, not even giving you the chance to speak,
“Te demostraré de todas las maneras cómo estamos hechos el uno para el otro.” Benito kissed you deeply then, happy to stick to his word and show you just how desperately he wanted you.
end a.n. thank you guys as always for sticking with me through this little ask hiatus!! and for real y'all if anyone wants to reach out and give me some feedback for smut, I would happily take some notes lmao
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