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Warnings: long story, SMUT, +18, mdi, fluff, flirting, tension, soft voyeurism, aftercare, praise kink, oral sex (f! receiving)
The lights of the Metropolitan Museum of Art seemed even brighter that night in May 2023. The Met Gala was at its peak, and the red carpet was a sea of flashes and dresses that looked like works of art.
Y/n Al-Mansour, a brunette with golden skin, deep brown eyes with a subtle Arab slant inherited from her fatherâs Lebanese family, adjusted her earpiece while smiling at Vogueâs camera. Brazilian from SĂŁo Paulo, at 29 she was already one of the most promising designers in the country, and that night she represented one of the biggest French fashion houses as a global ambassador. The white dress with gold details and embroidery she herself had helped design fell perfectly on her body, elegant and powerful at the same time.
âWeâre live with Vogue, straight from the Met Gala 2023!â she said with that natural charisma that won over both Brazilian and international audiences. Her voice was warm, her accent lightly mixed with SĂŁo Pauloâs rhythm. âAnd look whoâs arrivingâŚâ
Bad Bunny walked down the carpet with that relaxed yet imposing posture. All in white, an impeccable suit with sleeves and a dramatic train made of roses, almost like a living sculpture. His hair slicked back, beard neatly trimmed, and that lazy smile that made the world stop.
He spotted Y/n and, instead of heading straight to the next interviews, slightly changed course and walked toward her. Vogueâs producers almost lost their minds with happiness at the spontaneity.
Y/n opened a genuine smile, feeling a pleasant flutter in her stomach, after all, it wasnât every day that the biggest artist of the moment chose her camera.
â Benito! What a pleasure to see you here. First: this look is insane. Youâre not just wearing the outfit, you are the outfit. The roses⌠my God, I want to steal that idea for my next show â she said, laughing, while the camera captured every detail.
Benito stopped in front of her, looking her up and down without hurry. His gaze was intense, but his smile playful.
â Y/n Al-Mansour⌠â he said slowly, in that deep, raspy voice, almost singing her name. â I should be the one complimenting you. Youâre⌠brutal. Seriously. When I saw you from afar, I thought: âesta es la que manda esta noche.â The most beautiful brunette on the carpet, y con talento ademĂĄs. Brasileira, con esa cara de ĂĄngel y diabla al mismo tiempo⌠me tienes loco ya.
He took a step closer, still in frame, lowering his voice just enough to feel intimate but still picked up by the mic:
â And that smile? Dangerous. Careful, I might get lost staring at you and forget there are a thousand cameras.
Y/n felt her face warm, but she kept up the game. She tilted her head slightly, biting the corner of her lip for a second before replying in the same light, flirtatious tone:
â Careful, Benito. Iâm good at designing clothes, but I also know how to take them off people. And youâre making it way too easy tonight.
The silence lasted half a second before they both laughed, complicit. But the damage was already done.
On Twitter, the trending topic #Y/n&Bunny shot up within minutes. Clips of the moment looped everywhere: him looking at her like the rest of the Met Gala didnât exist, her returning the flirt without fear. Memes, edits with his songs, tweets in Portuguese, English, and Spanish. âThey just flirted live,â âVogue just created the couple of the year,â âY/n won the Met Gala with just that exchange.â
The interview continued lightly, full of laughter and glances. He praised her work as a designer, she asked about the concept of his outfit and his new album. Pure chemistry.
But that year⌠nothing happened beyond that. His schedule was insane, hers too: shows in Paris, shoots in Rio, new collections. But it was at the same event years later that everything changedâŚ
Met Gala 2025. Theme: âSuperfine: Tailoring Black Style.â The red carpet was even more electrifying than in 2023.
Y/n Al-Mansour, now 31, was even more confident and radiant. Her dark hair in loose, glossy waves, golden skin glowing under the flashes, a long white dress with black pinstripe details and a silhouette that highlighted her Latin-Arab body. She held Vogueâs microphone naturally, her confident smile as she narrated arrivals.
Bad Bunny climbed the stairs with that slow, assured walk. An impeccable dark brown suit, light shirt, pale yellow tie, black gloves with golden stones, round dark glasses, and a traditional Puerto Rican straw hat. In his hand, a large brown and yellow bag. He looked like he had stepped out of a 70s haute couture editorialâbut with the attitude of someone who didnât care, which made him absurdly sexy.
Y/n felt her heart race, but this time she didnât wait. As soon as he approached the interview area, she turned toward him with a mischievous smile.
â Benito MartĂnez Ocasio⌠look at you â she said, her voice low and velvety, almost purring into the mic. â You came here to kill, didnât you? Because this look is dangerously good. Brown suits you so well Iâm about to design an entire collection inspired by you.
Benito stopped in front of her, slowly removing his glasses and flashing that lazy smile she remembered so well. His eyes traveled down her body unhurriedly.
â Y/n⌠carajo. Two years and you get even more beautiful? Thatâs not fair. â He stepped closer, looking straight into her eyes. â Youâre glowing, mami. That dress⌠those eyes⌠those lips talking to me like that. I almost forgot thereâs a camera.
Y/n laughed softly but held his gaze, tilting her head.
â Almost? Good thing you didnât forget. Because I want the whole world to see how good you look in brown. Seriously⌠Iâm trying to be professional here, but youâre making it hard.
He bit his lower lip for a second, laughing.
â Then stop being professional for a bit. Compliment me more. I like it when you look at me like that.
â Like what? â she teased, raising an eyebrow.
â Like you want to slowly take this suit off me.
The air between them grew heavy. The camera caught everything: his gaze fixed on her lips, the way Y/n wet them before answering.
â Maybe I do â she replied, voice low enough to be intimate, but loud enough to go viral. â And maybe you want to let me.
The internet caught fire again. Clips of the flirt exploded across all platforms. #Y/n&Bunny returned stronger than ever, now with a much hotter tone.
Later, the afterparty was exclusiveâlow lights, loud music, no press. Y/n was in a more reserved corner, talking to some designers, when she felt a presence behind her. His scent arrived first.
â You ran away from me all night â Benito said near her ear, voice raspy.
She turned slowly, smiling.
â Me? You were surrounded by people. I didnât want to interrupt the Rey of perreo.
He laughed, taking her hand naturally and pulling her slightly aside.
â Rey de nada. I just wanted to talk to you. Come on, letâs get some air. Itâs too hot in here.
They stepped out onto a quieter side balcony, lit only by soft lights. The New York night air was cool. Benito took off his hat, running a hand through his hair, leaning against the railing while looking at her.
â Seriously, Y/n⌠you look insane tonight. I couldnât stop looking at you the entire event. When you complimented me like that⌠I almost pulled you into a kiss right there in front of Vogue.
Y/n stepped closer, stopping right in front of him.
â And why didnât you?
He let out a low laugh, almost a groan.
â Because Iâm a caballero⌠sometimes. But Iâm tired of being one. Two years thinking about that 2023 flirt and now you show up looking at me like that? Provoking me?
â I was just being honest â she replied, lightly running her fingers over his collar. â You look really, really good in brown. And I like you. I always have.
Benito held her waist with both hands, pulling her against his body. His gaze darkened.
â Tell me the truth⌠you want this as much as I do?
â I do â she answered without hesitation, voice low and urgent. â I want it so damn much.
He didnât wait anymore. His mouth met hers in a hot, deep kiss, unhurried. His hands moved down her back, gripping her waist firmly as his tongue explored hers with built-up desire. Y/n let out a soft moan against his lips, threading her fingers through his hair, tugging lightly. The kiss grew wetter, more urgent, tongues tangling, heavy breathing, bodies pressed together.
â Fuck, Y/n⌠â he murmured against her lips, trailing his mouth to her neck, biting lightly. â You kiss so damn good.
She laughed breathlessly and pulled his face back for another, even more intense kiss, almost desperate. His hands moved to her hips, squeezing firmly.
Thatâs when she opened her eyes for a second and saw a distant flash.
â Benito⌠â she murmured against his mouth without pulling away. â Thereâs paparazzi. Over there, on the right.
He paused for half a second, looked where she pointed, and instead of pulling away, smirked, his eyes gleaming with desire.
â Then let them watch â he growled, voice rough. â Let the whole world see.
And he pulled her back harder. The next kiss was even hotter, almost animalistic. He pinned her against the balcony wall, one hand on her neck, the other gripping her thigh over the dress. Y/n matched his intensity, moaning softly as she bit his lower lip. Their bodies pressed together, desire thick in the air.
â I want you â he whispered between kisses, voice uneven. â Not just tonight. I want to really know you, Y/n. I want to take you to Puerto Rico, show you my home, fuck you good and then make you breakfast.
She laughed against his mouth, breathless.
â How romantic, Benito. Fuck me and then breakfast?
â Iâm a complete man â he replied, smiling as he kissed her again, slower now but still deep and wet. â And you deserve both.
They stayed there for long minutes, kissing, touching, laughing between kisses, the paparazzi forgotten. The desire was obvious, but there was something softer too, something real.
When they finally pulled apart slightly, forehead to forehead, Benito stroked her face with his thumb.
â This night doesnât end here, right?
Y/n smiled, biting her lip.
The afterparty was still in full swing when Y/n and Benito went back inside, now not even trying to hide anything. The chemistry between them was so obvious people naturally made space. Benito didnât let go of her hand. From time to time he pulled her closer, kissed her temple, or whispered something in her ear, making her laugh.
They moved around the room together. Benito grabbed two glasses of champagne and handed one to her.
â For you, mami. Because tonight you deserved more than I did â he said, toasting with a lazy smile.
Y/n took a sip, looking at him over the rim.
â Liar. You were stealing the show with that brown suit.
He laughed loudly, that raspy laugh she was starting to love.
â Y/n mami, youâre dangerous. Come here â he pulled her by the waist, dancing slowly even with the electronic music playing. â I just want to really get to know you now. No cameras, no interview. Just us.
They spent hours like that: dancing close, talking about everything and nothing. He told funny tour stories, she talked about the pressure of creating entire collections alone. Benito listened attentively, thumb tracing her back gently.
â Youâre incredible, you know that? â he murmured at one point, resting his forehead against hers. â Beautiful, talented, smart⌠and you still look at me like that. Iâm screwed.
â Good that you know â she replied, smiling and stealing a quick kiss. â Because Iâve been screwed since 2023 too.
When the afterparty started to empty around 4 a.m., Benito laced his fingers with hers firmly.
â Letâs leave together?
â Together â she confirmed.
They walked out the main door hand in hand. The paparazzi flashes were deafening. Hundreds of photographers shouting:
â Bad Bunny! Y/n! Here! Look this way! Are you dating?!
Benito just smiled, squeezing her hand tighter, raising his other hand in a calm wave. Y/n leaned her head on his shoulder for a second, shielded by his larger body. They got into the black SUV waiting, still holding hands.
In the car, the silence was comfortable. Benito gently stroked her fingers.
â Tired? â he asked softly.
â Very. But it was worth every second â she replied, turning to give him a light kiss.
They arrived at the luxurious hotel and Benito walked Y/n to her room.
â Iâll wait here outside â he said, leaning against the doorframe. â Change, take a shower if you want. Iâm here.
â I wonât take long â she promised, giving him a lingering kiss before going in.
Fifteen minutes later, Y/n came out in comfortable clothes: light gray sweatpants, a white cotton T-shirt, and her hair tied in a messy bun. Benito, who had also changed into a loose black T-shirt and sweatpants, smiled at the sight of her.
â Damn, you look even more beautiful like this. Come on, letâs go to my room. Thereâs a bed big enough for at least three of us.
They went up to his top-floor suite. As soon as the door closed, Benito pulled her into a long, tight hug, swaying them slowly.
â Finally really alone â he murmured against her hair. â All day I just wanted to do this.
Y/n sighed, tired but happy, burying her face in his chest.
â Me too. My feet are destroyed, my head is spinning⌠but I didnât want it to end.
He guided her to the huge king-size bed, lights already dimmed and curtains closed. Benito lay down first, opening his arms.
â Come here, needy girl. Tonight I take care of you.
Y/n climbed onto the bed and lay on top of him, fitting perfectly against his body as if they had done it a thousand times. Her head rested on his chest, one leg between his, arms around his broad torso. Benito pulled the comforter over them and began gently running his fingers through her hair.
â Comfortable? â he asked softly, voice rough with fatigue and affection.
â Very⌠youâre warm â she replied softly, hugging him tighter. â Benito?
â I really liked today. Truly. It wasnât just the flirting⌠it was everything. You being so caring, so present.
He smiled, kissing the top of her head.
â Me too, princesa. I was nervous as hell, you know? Two years thinking about you and today you hyped me up like that on the carpet⌠I almost melted in front of the camera.
Y/n laughed softly, tracing lazy circles on his chest.
â You melted? The all-powerful Bad Bunny?
â With you? Completely. â He pulled her closer, his large hand moving slowly along her back. â I want to do this right, Y/n. I donât want just a crazy night. I want to take you home, show you Puerto Rico, introduce you to my family⌠I want to see you working, see you angry creating clothes, see you sleeping like this on top of me every day.
She lifted her head slightly, brown eyes shining with sleep and emotion.
â Very serious. â He held her face, thumb brushing her lower lip. â I like you. A lot. And today, seeing you shine on that carpet⌠I donât want to pretend itâs just flirting anymore.
Y/n kissed him softly, lingering, full of affection.
â I like you too, Benito. A lot. And Iâm way too tired to pretend I donât want this.
They stayed like that for a while in comfortable silence, exchanging lazy kisses and gentle touches. She snuggled closer, softly asking:
â Play with my hair more⌠I love your hand in my hair.
â Of course, mi vida â he replied immediately, fingers massaging her scalp gently. â Like this?
â Perfect⌠donât ever stop.
â If you sleep like this on top of me every day, Iâll never stop. You can even drool, I wonât mind.
â Hey! â she lightly tapped his chest, laughing. â I donât drool!
â If you do, I think itâs cute. You can be as clingy as you want with me. I like it.
Y/n adjusted herself, nestling her face into his neck, breathing in his scent.
â Benito⌠thank you for today. For making me feel desired and cared for at the same time.
â You deserve both, always â he murmured, kissing her forehead several times. â Now sleep, princess. Tomorrow weâll order breakfast in bed and keep talking. Iâm not going anywhere.
Her breathing grew slower and heavier. Benito kept stroking her hair, softly humming a gentle melody in Spanish until he felt her body completely relaxed on top of him.
With one last kiss on her hair, he whispered:
And he fell asleep like that, with Y/n Al-Mansour sleeping peacefully on his chest, their hands intertwined, their hearts beating in the same rhythm.
The soft morning light filtered through the half-closed curtains of the suite. Y/n woke first, still on top of Benito, her body perfectly fitted against his. She moved slowly, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers. Benito opened his eyes right after, a lazy smile forming on his lips.
â Good morning, mi vida⌠â he murmured, voice husky with sleep, running his large hands along her back under her shirt. â I promised Iâd take care of you today, right?
Y/n smiled, biting her lower lip as she propped herself on her elbows to look at his face.
â You promised to fuck me good and then breakfast⌠Iâm holding you to that.
Benito let out a low laugh and flipped them over easily, ending up on top of her. His body was heavy and warm, pressing her deliciously into the mattress.
â Then Iâll start fulfilling that right now.
He began slowly, just how she wanted. Slow kisses on her neck, trailing down her collarbone, while his hands explored her body under her clothes. Y/n arched her back, sighing.
â Benito⌠youâre going to drive me crazy before you even take my clothes off.
â Good â he whispered against her skin, lightly biting her earlobe. â I want you soaked and desperate for me. Tell me what you like, princess. I want to learn every part of you.
He removed her shirt slowly, kissing every inch of exposed skin. When he reached her breasts, he licked and sucked slowly, paying attention to every sound she made.
â Here? â he asked, circling his tongue around her nipple. â Or harder?
â Harder⌠a little â she answered breathlessly, fingers tangled in his hair. â Fuck, Benito⌠youâre good at this.
He smiled against her skin and obeyed, applying more pressure while his hand slid down her stomach to the waistband of her sweatpants. He removed them slowly, caressing her thighs, the sides of her underwear, but not touching where she wanted most.
â Donât stop talking â he asked, voice rough. â Tell me what youâre feeling.
â Iâm dying to feel you⌠youâre teasing me on purpose â she complained, moving her hips against his hand.
â Exactly on purpose. I want to make you crazy.
He finally removed her underwear and slid his fingers between her legs, groaning at how wet she already was.
â Damn, Y/n⌠this wet for me? â He circled her clit slowly, applying light pressure. â Look at me while I touch you.
She obeyed, brown eyes locked on his as he touched her slowly, finding the exact rhythm that made her tremble. When he inserted one finger, then two, curling them just right, Y/n let out a louder moan.
â There⌠like that, Benito⌠donât stop.
â I wonât stop. I want to see you come on my hand first.
He kept the steady rhythm, kissing her lips, swallowing her moans as he gradually sped up. Y/n dug her nails into his back, body writhing.
â Iâm close⌠fuck, Iâm so closeâŚ
â Come for me, mami. I want to feel it.
She came with his name on her lips, trembling, tightening around his fingers. Benito slowed down, prolonging the pleasure until she was limp and breathless.
He removed his own clothes, revealing his defined body and hard, thick, pulsing cock. Y/n licked her lips, reaching out to touch him.
â Come⌠I want to feel you inside me.
â Easy â he said, laughing softly as he positioned himself between her legs. â Iâm still learning what you like.
He rubbed the head of his cock against her wet entrance, teasing, slipping in just a little and pulling out repeatedly.
â Benito, stop teasing and just fuck me already â she begged, pulling him by the waist.
â Like this? â He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, groaning along with her. â Fuck⌠youâre tight as hell. So warm.
When he was fully inside, he paused, forehead against hers, breathing heavily.
â You good? â he asked, both concerned and turned on.
â Perfect⌠move, please.
He began thrusting slowly and deeply, rolling his hips in a delicious rhythm, finding the angles that made her moan louder. Y/n wrapped her legs around him, nails scratching his back.
â Deeper⌠like that⌠you fill me completely â she whispered between moans.
â You like it like this? Hard or slow?
â Both⌠switch⌠fuck me good, Benito.
He obeyed, alternating deep, slow thrusts with faster, sharper ones. The room filled with the sounds of their bodies, moans, and uneven breathing. He whispered praise constantly:
â You look so beautiful coming⌠look at me⌠thatâs it, mami, squeeze my cock like that.
Y/n came a second time, tightening around him. Benito didnât last much longer. With a few deeper, faster thrusts, he came inside her, groaning her name against her neck, body trembling.
They stayed wrapped together for long minutes, sweaty and breathless, exchanging lazy kisses.
â It was even better than I imagined â he murmured, pulling out slowly and lying beside her, pulling her against his chest.
â For me too⌠you pay attention to everything. I loved it.