heyyy love! i love ur work sm and i was so happy when i saw ur taking requests for benito |
could you do one where they're exes that should most definitely still be together but reader doesn't want to get back together but benito is so persistent? and they bump into each other somewhere, hook up and realize they're meant to be?
requesting feels super cringe for some reason... or maybe it's just me
anywayyy do whatever u want this request u can change things to suit ur vision and thank uuu xx love love ur work!!!
pairings: bad bunny x fem!reader, (mentions of platonic!joe keery x fem!reader)
warnings: SMUT (18+), jealousy, shouting, cursing
A/N: please don’t ever let something stop you from sending requests! Thank you for sending me this, I loooooved writing it!!!!😫🫶🏼 I live for pleading and yearning men🤭😮💨 I really hope you enjoy this and it lives up to your expectations🥰🫶🏼
He didn’t expect to see you that day. Not here, at a pre-Grammy party. But there you stood. Benito’s eyes raked you up and down, the white floor-length gown that made you look like a goddess - as if you weren’t already one. A few strings, bedazzled with diamonds, held up the right side of it, while one short piece of chiffon fell off your other shoulder, letting the dimmed light hit your collarbone. Your back was exposed to the entire crowd behind you, including him, but he could recognise the silhouette he had fallen in love with so long ago in any room.
You hadn’t seen him, or at least that’s what he had thought. Truth was, of course, you had known your ex-boyfriend would be here too. Nominated for six Grammys this year, he was forced to attend any event in correlation with the award show. And you couldn’t have been prouder. But you couldn’t let him know. Not after what had happened.
Four wonderful years the two of you had spent together in pure bliss. The ups and downs your relationship had faced, you had conquered with ease - until you couldn’t anymore. Spending days and nights together in your shared house, holidays with each other's families, big vacation trips and parties with friends and other celebrities.
Going from almost never being apart to not seeing each other for multiple weeks had taken a toll on your relationship. So much that you had drifted apart. With his touring and your acting schedule, it had suddenly turned out to be a much harder thing to keep up. Spending time together had become a chore, a note on your list to check off. That’s not how the relationship had started out, and not what you had ever wanted it to become. But it did.
And that’s why you had made the final decision to separate. It was you who had brought it up, ripping Benito’s heart apart as soon as the words had left your lips. The living room, usually filled with giggles and background music, had suddenly fallen dead silent. But it dragged you into a dark hole just as much.
You had planned your entire life around each other. Had your future perfectly designed. The conversation of marriage had come up more and more, growing more serious with each mention of his. Benito had the ring ready. But he had wanted to wait. Until the tour was over, until you could spend more time together again. But then you had dropped the bomb of separation. Packed your things up within a few days and left with a warm last hug, a deep kiss for history books and multiple boxes and suitcases loaded up in a car, which just showed you how big a part you had had in his life. In your shared four walls. Leaving him with a house, not a home.
Now it’s been over a year of no contact. Months of looking at an empty lockscreen. Weeks of torture. Days of quiet nights filled with tears (and a lot of wine). But that misery had slowly managed to turn into normality. Filling your schedule with more tasks than you’d usually have managed to keep you busy and distracted from what you were truly missing, or who.
Benito didn’t get over it. Not even a little bit. While you had managed to derive the focus back on yourself, getting in better shape than you had ever been in and enjoying the time you had to express yourself through your work, the singer was drowning. Distracting himself by partying with random people, drinking with friends, spending time with his family, and then deciding on multiple concerts back home. God, he wrote an entire album through the mourning of losing the best thing that had ever happened to him. But on stage, he was Bad Bunny. Playboy and happy bachelor, who danced a little too sensually with other women. No one would have known how much he had been craving your touch each night as soon as the adrenaline had worn off.
Your new acting and modelling credits had gotten you a spot among the most-spoken about celebs on the internet, giving the Grammys no other choice but to pick you as one of the people to announce an award during the show. And then, they had decided to pair you up with Joe Keery. You had gotten to know each other over the past few years, and your fandoms absolutely ate up each interaction the two of you shared. Your friendship developed as naturally as it possibly could - shared music taste and humour usually did that.
But the only thing Benito saw at that moment was you, hands on a man that wasn’t him, as you couldn’t contain your laughter, leaning into him. The grip on his glass of champagne tightened, almost turning his knuckles white. Taking a deep breath, he tried to ignore the tug on his heart as he diverted his eyes to anywhere else in the room, but somehow his body continued to turn towards you - his heart craving what his brain was trying to ignore.
You excused yourself for a moment, trusting Joe with your drink in the meantime, before you left the room. Benito couldn’t help but notice. Glancing around, he tried to see if anyone would notice, but as he came alone, he chose to follow. Icognito. After waiting a few seconds, he headed towards the same direction, not even sure where you had gone.
He found himself in an empty hallway with multiple doors, some leading to bathrooms, closets, as well as a back-entrance door where others could escape the crowd for a short while. Crossing the floor back and forth, he passed the time, trying to come up with an excuse. Why was he standing there? What was his goal with the action of going after you?
Before he could even think of anything, a force slammed into his back.
With your head down, patting down your dress after exiting the bathroom again, you didn’t see the person in front of you.
“Oh- sorry,” you quickly looked up, apologising to the broad back. “I didn’t loo-” Your excuse was cut short once you came face to face with who you had just rammed. “Hi,” a surprised breath left your lips at the sight of your ex-boyfriend.
Benito, wide-eyed, forced a smile to his lips, “Hey, you okay?”
You nodded hastily with a gulp, “Yeah, yeah, I-,” shaking your head, “sorry, I was- I was looking down and didn’t look where I was going.”
“How are you?” His sudden question caught you off guard, clutching the space between your breasts and stomach, feeling a sudden knot forming inside of you.
“Good, good,” you tried to sound convincing, not wanting to admit the desperation filling you as you couldn’t find the strength to look away from his doey eyes. Playing with your hair, you continued the conversation, “How have you been?”
The singer nodded slightly hesitantly, switching the glass of champagne into his other hand before scratching his neck. “I’m okay. I- I- good, good too.”
You copied his action, “That sounds good...”, trying to come up with a way out of the situation you had somehow found yourself in. Before you could even open your mouth again, Benito beat you to it,
“Me?” Your head snapped towards him, wanting to punch yourself as soon as those words left your mouth - of course, he was talking about you. “I- I’m an announcer. With Joe. We’re gonna announce the nominees for Best Original Song.”
“Oh, cool,” he commented, anything other than actually amused or happy to hear what you had just said. “I’m nominated for that.”
“I know,” you sent him a smile that hopefully didn’t look as forced as it felt, “I saw. Congrats, the- the album is... it’s really beautiful.”
“Thank you,” Benito answered with a genuine heart, his hand coming up to touch the left side of his chest. “Eso vale un mundo, viniendo de ti (That's worth a world, coming from you). It means a lot. From you,” he was fixed on your eyes while you tried so hard to destroy that intensity of his stare. “What’s your favourite song?”
The question caught you slightly off guard. Whether you should come up with a lie about not having listened to it too much, or tell the truth about how it had been in your Top 5 Most Listened To Albums of 2025. A handful of songs brought tears to your eyes, the others making you want to dance, both categories bringing back memories you had tried to lock away. Between the most popular song everyone knew by now and the more niche ones, hitting the very suppressed memories of the relationship the two of you had, you decided to mention a song that would fit right in between. Showing that you had listened to the album enough to know about it.
“Café con ron is really good,” you commented. “I really like that one,” keeping to yourself that the choice of your actual favourite one would fall between KETU TeCRÈ and KLOuFRENS. Songs too personal to admit that you had listened to them more times than you could count.
Benito nodded, “Yeah, I really like that too,” trying to find the right segue to his next question, when he just decided to add, “Any... any others you like?”
“The album is great,” you smiled politely, “it’s hard to pick favourites.”
“Well... I had a lot of inspiration,” he finally admitted, taking a deep breath right after the secret left his lips.
You caught a gasp threatening to escape your lips, swallowing it down and replacing it with a sigh as your gaze drifted to your shoes, “Beni...”
“Pero me bregó (But it helped me). It helped-,” he started, quickly interrupted by you.
“I explained more in the songs than to you,” he added before you could say anything else.
You met his desperate gaze with your confused frown, “W-... What would you want to explain?”
“Everything,” he rushed out his answer, finally given the possibility to even say anything to you. “We- No terminó como uno esperaba (It didn’t end how I expected). It ended too quickly.”
Another sigh left your lips as you tried to think of the following wording, “Beni... maybe it felt quick to you. To me, it was very long. I thought about the decision for a really long time before I was even brave enough to tell you about it.”
“But you... You didn’t let me make it right. You just left,” Benito argued, making you shake your head, raising a hand to stop him.
“I really don’t want to fight about this. Especially not here. Not now. I thought we were over this-”
“Let’s talk later,” he tried to convince you.
“I don’t want to fight here. We’re at an event,” you continued to debate.
Benito simply shrugged as he reasoned, “We can talk at the hotel.”
An immediate frown made its way to your brows at the mention of a hotel. While you had moved from Miami to New York, where the two of you had met, only to then move to Los Angeles with him. He had always resided in LA whenever he was on the mainland of the US. You had switched back to the East Coast, telling yourself you’d need the entire width of the country to separate you and your ex (only for him to later rent an apartment not too far from you, but oh well).
All announcers and nominees stayed in the same hotel, as long as they didn’t have a residency in Los Angeles, including you. Why that would include Benito too though, confused you.
“The hotel?” You wondered.
He nodded, almost too nonchalantly for you to notice, “We’re staying at the same hotel-”
“You’re staying at a hotel here? W-... What happened to our- your house, I mean...,” slapping yourself mentally at the slip off your tongue, you hoped he didn’t notice. He did.
Your eyes widened. “You sold it?”
“I didn’t like it. Se sentía demasiada soledad sin ti allí. (It felt too lonely without you there.) It was too quiet,” he admitted quietly, his eyes diverting to the ground.
“Oh...,” you breathed out, looking around uncomfortably before you decided you had to exit the scene. “I’m sorry, Beni.”
But before you could leave, a gentle hand wrapped around your wrist, making you whip around.
“Don’t-”, you snapped at him before you could even realise the sharpness of your tone, immediately softening, “Don’t call me that.”
“Just one conversation,” Benito almost begged you, taking a step forward, making your breath hitch. His pleading eyes met yours. “Please, querida.”
The realisation of his confession dawned on you. And the soft spot in your heart, still occupied by him, didn’t let you just leave him.
You bit down on your lip, glancing down at his hand around you before whispering, “What room are you in?”
Benito gulped, shaking his head gently, “I- I can come to your-”
“No, no,” you interrupted him, “It’s okay... I’ll come to yours.”
He gave you his room number before letting go of you, sending you off with a kiss to your knuckles that made your knees buckle.
You joined Joe on the side of the room again, reclaiming your drink and talking the night away. Even with friends around you, keeping you enough company, you still couldn’t help but fall into a smiliar desperation to Benito. Your eyes suddenly looking for him in every corner. Every person who passed him, talked to him, even for just a split moment, was met with a soft glare from you that went unnoticed by them. The last thing you had expected from that night was to reconcile with your ex, making plans to meet him after staying out of contact for over a year. But there you were, almost jealous of not being next to him for the rest of the night.
After a few more hours, you asked to be taken back to the hotel, Joe joining you as he was staying there as well. During the drive, the two of you reminisced about the event, you leaving out the part of meeting your ex-boyfriend outside of the bathroom. But still, your mind kept drifting back to it. Back to the plans you had made and were about to face. Benito had left a good thirty minutes before you; you made sure of that. Exiting the room with a swift look towards you and a small smile that said ‘see you later’.
Joe and you said goobye and goodnight to each other before he got out of the elevator first, a few floors below you. Pursing your lips, drowning in your own thoughts, you finally reached your floor and stumbled out, brushing a hand over your face before you rounded the corner to your room for the night.
You came to a sudden halt at the sight of a wide figure in a tuxedo right in front of your door. Benito turned around at the sound of your muffled footsteps on the carpeted floor.
“What are you doing here?” You wondered out loud, grabbing your key card out of your bag. “How do you know which room I’m in?”
Your ex glanced around, seemingly nervous, as he played with his fingers. “I asked your assistant.”
“You asked my-,” you didn’t even finish your exclaim, taking a deep breath in and out before shaking your head and motioning for him to move to the side, so you could open the door.
Benito didn’t follow right away, waiting right by the threshold, leaning against the frame. “No tenemos que hablar aquí (We don’t have to talk here). I just wanted to wait for you. We can still go to-”
“Just come in,” you stopped him, motioning for him to move forward and join you. “And close the door, please.” After dropping your bag onto one of the armchairs in the room, you headed towards the minibar, looking for a bottle of water. “Do you want something to drink?” Your eyes met Benito’s while he was moving around the room slowly, his eyes drifting over the walls and furniture before landing on you, shaking his head.
You nodded in understanding, taking one gulp before heading towards the couch, throwing yourself onto it, finally releasing a deep breath, closing your eyes as you tilted your head back.
“Are you okay?” Benito worried, taking a better look at you.
“Yeah, yeah, just... my shoes have been killing me all night,” you complained breathlessly. “What is it about expensive designers making the most horrible shoes that look amazing?”
Pushing yourself to sit up straighter, you were about to lean forward when the singer was suddenly in front of you with a few large strides, catching you off guard, glancing up. He started to crouch down, never leaving your eyes,
“Let me...,” his hands slowly reached out, “help you.”
His hand wrapped around your ankle, lifting it up to rest it on his thigh. His fingers played with the clasp of your heel, opening the buckle before sliding the shoe off. While he tried to keep his focus on the footwear, he couldn’t help but let the featherlight touches graze over your skin. You pressed your lips together, closing your eyes for just a moment. Trying to ignore the sudden burning of them, you took a deep breath in.
A new, yet not at all foreign feeling, pulled you back into the presence. Your eyes caught Benito just as he leaned back up straight from having just placed a delicate kiss on your other ankle. Right as you realised what he had done, he cleared his throat, seemingly out of it for a moment as well.
You were quick to snatch your ankle back, sliding over the couch and standing up hastily.
“Stop!” You exclaimed in frustration. “You wanted to talk. Not... not do this!” You raked your hand through your hair, “And I told you, you can’t call me anything anymore, Beni. We broke up. We-”
“I know!” Benito’s loud voice made you stop in your tracks, your eyes wide, looking at him in surprise. The tone of his voice was new to you. Never in your four years of being together did he ever raise his voice at you in such a way.
He continued, standing up from the floor, creating a bigger space between the two of you. “Yo lo sé, pero no lo puedo evitar. He estado pensando en ti todos los días desde que rompimos. ¿Tú te crees que yo puedo botar cuatro años así como si nada?” (I know, but I can't help it. I've been thinking about you every single day ever since we broke up. Do you think I can just throw away four years like nothing happened?)
You bit down on your lip, sighing in frustration, “You know my Spanish was never that good. You speak like a rapper, I don’t understand half of the things you’re trying to tell me.”
He took a deep breath in, meeting your gaze. “I think about you. A lot. All the time. I...,” he dared taking a few steps forward, testing the waters to see if you’d back up. “I tried to forget. For a year. But... I can’t. And I saw you today with him...,” he mumbled out loud, shaking his head at the memory of earlier.
“With who?” You shook your head in confusion.
“Your...,” Benito shrugged, “date.”
“My date?” You let out a scoff, “I didn’t have a date tonight.”
“Then whatever he was. I don’t-”
“Do you mean Joe?” The lightbulb turned on in your head. “My friend Joe?”
“He didn’t look like a friend,” he mumbled.
“Well, he is!” You almost shouted out, “And I don’t really understand why I have to defend myself in front of you. We’re not together anymore!”
“Ni me lo menciones. (Don’t remind me.)” Benito’s hand shot out to stop you.
“You started it!” You argued with clear distress. “You’re throwing things at me, I thought you wanted to talk, and I was stupid enough to believe you.” A heavy, shaky sigh fell from your lips, turning around.
“No, baby, no.” With a few quick strides, he rushed up to you, taking your hands into his to make you face him.
“I’m sorry!” Benito was quick to excuse himself, “I’m sorry. I am. Mil disculpas, de verdad te lo digo. (A thousand apologies, I truly mean it.) For everything. But I...,” hesitating for a second before continuing, “I still love you.”
You met his eyes in surprise, “You can’t say that.”
“But I have to,” he stated clearly and sincerely, the grip on your hand tightening just a bit. “I have to tell you. Because... I’m empty inside. Without you.”
“Beni,” you breathed out heavily, your eyes starting to burn again, making you divert your gaze from him.
“I’m sorry,” he repeated again. “What can I do? So you forgive me.”
“Don’t do this,” you pleaded, trying to take his hands off of you, “You can’t do-”
Next thing you know, Benito had fallen to his knees, his hands on your waist, holding onto you tightly as he lowered his head. “What do I do?” He mumbled. “Please, ne- Y/N, please. You have to tell me.”
“Beni, get up-,” you tried to pull him by his suit jacket, but he just shook his head, his forehead pressing to your stomach, making you hiss a breath in. His fingers bored themselves into your skin, salvaging every second he got touching you and keeping you as close as he used to before this had ended.
“What do I have to do?” He lifted his head to meet your eyes. “I will marry you right now.”
“Beni!” You gasped in shock. “Don’t say things you don’t mean-”
“I mean it!” He shot up from the floor again, cupping your cheeks to make you look directly at him. “Mano, te digo cada palabra de corazón... de verdad. Yo te quiero tener conmigo otra vez. Yo me quiero casar contigo. Nena, te necesito. (I mean every single word I say to you. I want to have you again. I want to marry you. I need you.)” He rambled. “I love you.”
You shook your head, taking his hands off your cheeks and passing him to create a heavy space between you two again.
“I... I don’t think I can do this. Beni... we broke up. We-”
“Do you have someone? Right now?” He suddenly asked you, throwing you out of concept and making you frown.
“Are you seeing someone-”
“Beni, I haven’t been with anyone since I was with you!” You shouted in pure frustration, your emotions finally getting the best of you, taking over your body. “You’ve been dancing and kissing women on fucking stage and in public while I’m in my apartment. ALL ALONE! And now you’re throwing this at me like- m- making me feel bad about leaving-”
Your ramble was suddenly cut off when he rushed over to you, slamming into you, cupping your cheeks and smashing his lips onto yours, knocking out every last bit of air inside of you. Before you could crumble, you steadied yourself by holding onto his arms.
Your mouths moved frantically against each other, breathing heavily, taking in every passing second of the moment. A breathless gasp escaped you, pulling your face away from his with much more force than you expected, his grip on you tighter than ever before.
“You listened to the album. You did, right?” He asked you, his hands still on your cheeks.
You nodded, “Yeah,” sighing out loud.
“You know it’s about you,” he admitted, his eyes big, looking into you with despair. “Y... y mi familia, but this is you too. Yo te escogí a ti para que fueras mi familia... y te fallé, nena. De verdad que lo siento en el alma. (I chose you to be my future family. And I failed you. And I'm truly sorry.)”
“B-But,” you gulped, “What do you want to do? It didn’t work out in the past... why would anything change now?” Almost scared of the answer.
“Because I will work on it. I will be better. I promise. Tell me what to do. I will do it,” Benito told you sincerely. Maybe the almost teary eyes convinced you, maybe the memories his hold had brought back. His touch reminded you of what you had been missing. The sentiment of sincerity and closeness you hadn’t been able to feel with anyone but him. His touches without any hint of sexual energy, but pure admiration and desperation.
“We’ve talked about this before...”
“No,” he shook his head immediately, “You talked. You said what you don’t like. But you didn’t let me change. But I will.” Benito dared to lean forward, placing a soft kiss to your cheek, continuing with a kiss. “I promise,” and another one to your other cheek. “Please, querida,” another one to the left corner of your lips. “Please let me try.”
A shudder of a breath left your lips before you pressed them down, thinking about your next confession. “I don’t like you dancing with all those women on stage.” You redirected your eyes away from him while his kisses continued down your body.
Down your neck and onto your collarbone. “I won’t do that. I only need to dance with you,” he whispered against your skin. You couldn’t help but close your eyes, tilting your head to give him more access to your naked shoulder. “Tú eres mi todo. Me muevo cielo y tierra por ti. (You are my everything. I’ll move heaven and earth for you.) I will do anything.”
You nodded along to each of his words, softly sighing at the feeling of his lips on you, a touch so sensual, you had almost forgotten how much you had been missing it. And now that you felt it again, you were unsure if you could ever go without it again.
Hestitanly, you nodded, admitting quietly, “Okay...”
The soft drop of your statement made Benito straighten his back again, meeting your eyes, your brows drawn together in despair.
“Yeah?” He breathed out, his hands warming your lower back.
Pressing your lips together for a second before you finally let yourself fall, you nodded. The singer couldn’t hide the soft curl to his lips, watching carefully.
You gulped before letting out a soft breath of relief. “Please kiss me again.”
“Are you sure?” Benito asked further, his palms roaming your waist. You could only nod hastily, your fingers digging into his shoulders, pulling him closer.
He didn’t need to be told twice, leaning down only a bit, letting you lead the speed as his lips met your again, much softer than before.
You hummed into the kiss, confirming your want and need, making him tighten his grip comfortably around you. His big palms spread on your bag, pulling you in, so you were chest to chest. Your hands travelled over his chest absentmindely finding their way underneath his suit jacket to brush over the white fabric of his button-down shirt.
Benito’s right hand left your bag to get a hold of yours on his chest, moving it to press it right onto his quickening heartbeat.
“Esto aquí late solo por ti. (This right here beats only for you.) For you only.” He confessed, tightening his grip around your hand before he pulled you in again by your neck.
You let him move you, tilting your head back with his hand right behind you to leave your lips with a desperate sigh out loud. With the space between your mouths only paper-thin, you opened your eyes to meet his, already fixed on you.
“Please touch me,” you finally admitted, “I need you.”
His eyes darkened at the tone of your voice, biting down on his lips. “How do you need me?”
With your gazes interlocked, you dropped your hands to his waistband, fiddling with the buckle of his belt. “You know how,” you whispered. Opening it swiftly, you managed to let his pants fall. He kicked off his shoes before sliding out of his trousers, leaving him in his boxers.
Benito leaned down, placing a soft kiss on your lips, “I love you, mi amor.” Not expecting something back from you just yet, before he got down on his knees again.
His palms raked down your waist and legs before coming up to stop on your hips. Benito’s mouth touched your clothed stomach, circling your midriff with kisses before daring to go lower. A kiss on your pubic bone made you let your head fall back, your hands finding his shoulder to keep you steady.
The feeling of his hands drifted lower, sliding through the slit that left one of your legs bare. He brushed over the skin of your calf before his mouth found it as well. He hid underneath the skirt of your dress, moving up to your thigh, his kisses leaving you shivering and sighing.
Slowly but surely, Benito’s palms grasped your ass, kneading it gently before releasing you and standing back up again. Without another word, his fingers found the zip on your left side, opening it to loosen the white dress. His fingers hooked underneath the fabric strap on your shoulder, letting it fall down. You shuffled your arm out of it, getting the other side off your upper body too and letting the dress drop to the floor completely. Leaving you in nothing but the lace set your stylist had chosen, since it would be hidden best underneath the thin material.
Almost like in a trance, the singer’s eyes raked you up and down, sighing, “Diablo...,” he shook his head, mumbling, “so beautiful.” His hands warming your hips, pulling you in while yours sneaked underneath his jacket again, brushing them up to his shoulders to finally get it off. You threw the suit jacket towards the couch, not caring enough if it actually landed there.
Before he could get too distracted by your body, you got a hold of his neck and tugged him down to engulf you in a kiss. Benito could feel the heat radiating off of you, adding to his confidence, gently licking your lips with his tongue, still polite enough to ask for permission. You, less patient, fought back with your own tongue, tightening your grip on his neck with both of your hands.
He hugged you tightly, starting to move you together to the side where the hotel bed was. His leg pushed between yours, making his thigh brush against your centre, giving him a moan from you in return. With a smirk on his lips, he gripped your hips, but only to press them down to his thigh.
Feeling the heat of a wet patch forming on your underwear, he turned around swiftly, sitting down on the bed and pulling you down, making sure you’d be sitting on one of his legs. You couldn’t wait, rotating your hips forward to create another brush of friction, making you shudder into his mouth.
“Mami... tú estás bien dura. (You’re so hot.)” Benito sighed, leaving it to interpretation whether he meant your looks or the heat that you were creating on his thigh. “Keep moving,” he whispered against your lips.
Heavy breathing, you kept your hips in a steady rhythm, his hands on you, helping you as you rubbed yourself against him. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, making him hiss out, but loving the feeling of you marking him - and you knew that.
Continuing to kiss him messily, tongues fighting against each other, you began to finally open the collar of his dress shirt. Impatiently, you moved onto the others, stopping your hip movement for just a moment. Benito noticed it immediately, jerking his leg up, making you gasp with a chuckle,
“Quiero ver cómo te rompes. (I want to see you break.)” He huffed out, continuing the jittering of his leg, basically making you vibrate against him.
You managed to get his shirt off his shoulders, but with his grip still on you, he focused on getting you off first before even thinking about losing more clothing.
“Come on,” he whispered, his hands continuing to make your hips move against his leg. You threw your head back in ecstasy, feeling your underwear rub up against you, his naked thigh pushing up into you. The friction made you whine out loud, your nails digging further into his shoulders. One hand came back to your neck, dragging you in to capture you in another heated kiss.
“Cum on me, mami,” he breathed against your lips, his fingers tightening around the hair right at your scalp, tugging on it just enough to let another moan slip from your lips. Unable to control your movements of relief, your head dropped against his neck, your hips quickening in speed as you tried to chase the high forming inside of you.
You nodded, breathing only more heavily with each passing second, feeling him jerk his leg up to add to your enjoyment.
“I’m gonna cum,” you whined out loud, motivating him to keep going, tightening his grip on you once more to help you finish off your sliding hips. The wet feeling on his thigh made him groan, digging into your flesh with a hiss. With one last jerk up, you fell apart on him, your chest heaving right up against his, sighing out loud heavily. “Fuck...”
Benito gave a proud slap to your ass before surprising you by standing up suddenly. Turning around, he threw you onto the bed, knocking any last breath of air out of you. Finally, relieving his erection from the confinement of his boxers, he groaned out loud, looking down at you with a lick of his lips as he took your bra off before moving onto your underwear, but he stopped you.
“Let me,” he smiled softly, brushing your hands away before his fingers crawled around the lace piece of fabric, dragging it down your legs. Not wasting another second too much, he dived right in, laying his tongue flat against your clit, making your back arch against him.
“Oh, my God...” you whined out, glancing down as your fingers held onto his curls. Benito lifted his gaze, meeting your eyes and grinning like a wolf ready for his feast. “Beni, please...”
“What, nena?” He stopped in his movements, focused completely on you.
“Please, just take me,” you mumbled out, catching your breath as you raked through his hair.
And you didn’t have to tell him that twice.
Benito pushed himself up to stand immediately, coming up to hover above you, kissing you while lying down right next to you, holding himself up by his elbow. You turned your head enough to keep his lips on you as his hand found your knees, going underneath them to lift your legs with ease. With your hips aligned, you pushed back up against him.
“Put it in,” he whispered against you. Your hands travelled down to get a hold of his impressive length, the one you had definitely missed in your time apart, wrapping your hand around it, getting a hiss out of him in return.
You aligned it with your hole, moving your hips just a bit more to get into a comfortable position. His tip brushed against your entrance, making you sigh, and with one quick push by Benito, he slipped in. You had to pull back from his lips for the moment, the sudden feeling of him inside of you again, washing over you. His head fell to your shoulders, barely able to contain himself either.
“Puñeta...,” he cursed out loud, “tú estás bien apretá. (You’re so tight.) Like I remember.”
The heat of the moment took over him, immediately picking up his pace after having to wait for way too long to feel you like this again. His lips slammed against yours, the obscene sound of your wetness against him filling the room.
You threw your head back, whining out loud, “God... Beni-” trying to find a place to put your hands, deciding to hold onto the sheet underneath you. Benito’s fingers tightened into your skin, hissing as he felt your walls oh so tightly around him. With your legs up in an angle, his length grazed over the rough patch inside of you, making your eyes roll back. You desperately tried to find words to exclaim the feeling of absolute bliss rushing through your body, but it left you with only heavy breaths.
Benito mumbled incoherently in Spanish next to you, glancing down, trying to get a glimpse of his erection, now glistening, sliding in and out of you.
“Look at you, baby,” he got out with a hiss. “Qué rico se siente esto, puñeta. Estás perfecta, nena. (This feels so good. You're perfect.)”
You could only moan out loud in return, tilting your head towards him, giving him the opportunity to place a kiss on your forehead. Your hand reached out to grab his neck, keeping him as closely as you possibly could.
“I love you,” you managed to breathe out, eyebrows slightly drawn in together as you could feel another orgasm coming up.
Benito’s movements stopped for a split second, your confession throwing him off his rhythm before he caught himself again, now even more motivated to make you finish a second time.
“I love you, querida. I never stopped,” he leaned back in to finish his statement with a kiss. Using it to muffle his moan as he felt you tightening around him.
“Please cum inside me,” you pleaded out, almost whining it out in pleasure, “Please...”
He nodded immediately, “Yeah,” wanting to grant you every wish. He drew his erection out of you, only to slam it in harder, placing another kiss to your forehead to even out the force he was using with a soft gesture. A loud moan escaped your lips, crawling your nails into his neck, making him groan against your temple.
“You feel so good, mami,” he whispered over the skin slapping sounds filling your ears, adding to the intense feeling threatening to let loose. “I’m gonna cum inside you.”
You could only nod in agreement, biting down on your lips as you suddenly felt the wave of pleasure coming up quicker than you had expected.
“Are you gonna cum?” He knibbled on your jaw.
“Yeah,” you let out a high-pitched whine.
Benito grinned, “Gonna cum for me?” To which you could only nod again, as the rush of your second orgasm rushed over you, making you shiver, moaning out loud.
The tightening of your walls around his length got a hiss out of him before you felt his hips jutter, jerking in an even rhythm as he released himself inside of you, just like he promised. His breath fell against your ear as his hand dropped your leg, his now free arm wrapping around your middle to pull you in, his cock still pulsing inside you.
Your chest heaved, trying to control your breath, letting yourself come to rest against him. Soft pecks to your shoulder brought you back to the present, as well as the shuffling behind you, before you felt fingers brush through your hair.
“I love you,” Benito whispered against your skin, making you smile tiredly. Your hand found his on your stomach, giving it a short squeeze.
“I love you too,” you replied before moving out of his grip to turn around, feeling him slip out of you, making you hiss with a chuckle.
On your other side, you came to face him again. The man you had learned to love for four long years and planned to love for infinity. The dark eyes that had brought you so much comfort over the years you had spent together, staying in your memories with the pleading gaze he held once you had left him.
His palm spread out against your back, grinning at you while your fingers had come up to brush over the beard on his jaw.
“What are we gonna do now?” You wondered quietly, not wanting to ruin the sensual moment.
Benito’s eyes never left your face. “What do you want to do?”
But you could only shrug, suddenly the unsure feeling from before overtaking you again. He noticed it immediately, cupping your cheek, “Hey, look at me.” You let him guide you to meet his gaze. “We go slow. Do whatever you want. But I need you.”
“I need you too,” you admitted, your voice almost breaking. No one besides him had ever seen you so truly vulnerable, but after the break-up, you hadn’t planned on letting him this close ever again. Only for your heart to tell you how much you truly longed for him.
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