"mhm. miss you so much benny, wan' you here so bad," you slurred your words. and benito is trying his best to hold himself in, for he would do everything just so he could touch you. unfortunately, his work is currently keeping him on his toes, his management is as noisy as it is. just another day in japan and he could fly his way to you.

he smiles, thinks that you're so fucking cute and he could devour you right now. but god forbid, the distance keeps him in check. "what happened at work, amor? something's wrong you're trying to drink yourself out of it?"

"nothin' i just miss you—can't i? hic, miss you so much benny— wan' you to be here— hic, everything feels different without you," you sniffled a cry, hiccups following you throughout each of it.

fuck. that made him coo. he hopes that you know how much he fucking wishes that he's there right now, cradling your small figure where you can be the littlest spoon all night. maybe a few light touches here and there, and a forehead kiss to seal the night. he very much fucking yearns for it.

"mami por favor, you don't know how much i wanna be there for you too, pretty. just for a few more days and i'll be there, okay? don't cry, baby. i hate hearing you cry like this," he cooed.

"but you're not here." your voice sounded so droopy. benito could see it that even you don't know what you're saying.

"i know, baby. i know. swear i will make it up to you when i got there, okay? 'm all yours whenever i get there, swear that i won't go anywhere when i'm there," he murmured, would do everything just so he doesn't hear you cry.

there is a long silence for a moment. all he could hear was some rustling sheets and some drawers being opened. he guessed that you're currently in bed, preparing to sleep. no way, you should at least brush your teeth and change your clothes before you sle—

"mmn, ngh."

benito freezes.

there are some soft moans before you're finally back on the line, a visible whine coming from you as a response. "i've, hic— been fucking myself for hours because you're not, hic, here. but i can't stop thinking about you 'nd i don't want to disturb you about it, but i can't just stop thinking about you, hic, and it's so frustrating. 'm sorry benny— 'm sorry,"

"everything feels so different without you," you sniffled a cry.

oh.

oh. so that is what you meant.

holy fuck. he can feel something in him - in his pants, twisted. he thought that the distance that could at least last for another day or two, but fucking hell this is torturous even for a man like him. and the same thing goes to you too.

all he can do right now is to imagine how bad you need him, writhing and crying like a needy girl on your king-sized bed made for two. he imagines it all, your desperate cry filling the empty room when he's not there. how your small fingers are trying so hard to fill up your tight cunt, but it will never go where it supposed to. he wants to scream, and perhaps cream himself by that thought alone.

"are you seriously getting off without me, baby?" a sheer of pride brushes through his figure, all this because of him? his baby is now all desperate and needy because of him and him alone?

he lets out a dark chuckle, and it sends a shiver down your spine - it sounds so demeaning that your pussy tightens just by the sound of it, "how rude. i'm here all alone and you're playing without me."

you whine desperately in response. all you sound right now is nothing but a kicked puppy, and as much as he wants to tease you so fucking bad, he had been thinking of you too. he had been thinking of how bad he wants to touch you, to take care of you, and to fuck you 'til you can't even comprehend any senses.

benito palms himself outside of his pants. yeah, the one that he always wears whenever he wants to sleep. yeah, and probably the one that he might ruin before anything.

"diablo. you want me to talk you through it, baby?" you moaned. and he knows damn well that's what you want, that slow damned moans that he can only hear. "yeah? you want that bad, huh?"

"pretty please, hic!" you hiccups your way to beg him.

benito can feel his cock twitch for the second time tonight.

"need you to not cry for me, then, amor." he murmurs, "can you do that? can you tell me what you're doing without crying?"

"mmhm, yeah—" you stuttered, "'m thinking of you, papi."

"yeah? fuck. estás tan— fuck. what are you thinking right now? can you tell papi about it, baby?"

you nodded, as much as he can't see you through this call, he can feel it. you're always so obedient and so compliant, just for him, all for him. and he would do everything to keep it that way. just his girl, all good and prepped up for him.

"been thinking about your fingers," you mewl, "your fingers would've reach the good part in me, but, ngh, you're not here with me. i can only— reach— here— mmh!"

he can imagine you displayed in your bed, your knees are wide open and your cunt is glistening wet. your small fingers trying to curl just a tad part of the sweet spot inside your cunt that you can't reach, and it made you frustrated, and you cried because of it. no hands are like his, no fingers are par enough with every toys that you bought, and he takes a hefty pride in that.

no one could come close to him.

he groans. "yeah? if i were there i'm going to fuck you senseless, baby. seems like two of your fingers won't even come close to two of mine, huh?"

benito knows the answer. yes, yes, yes, yes, papi.

"you're so good for me even when i'm away, baby. so pliant." he groans. "so fucking good for me. you're taking all of my words like a good fucking girl, yeah? what are you doing— mh— right now?"

he can't help it. fuck the early sleep that he's trying to get for he would do anything for you. he's now fucking his own fist, imagining that it's your sweet tight little cunt that keeps on taking and taking. your moans made him so hard he can't even see the bright lights inside his room.

"'m playing with my clit—" you purred in his ears. "are you touching yourself too, ngh, benny?"

he lets out a moan when you called his nickname. and it made your stomach churns in both butterflies and frustration. butterflies for he's doing this with you - and frustrations because you cannot help him getting off.

"fuck, baby. fuck," he creaks out an answer. "yeah— been thinking about you like crazy. how i would fuck you until your cunt remember that it's all me. fucking my fist like it's your little cunt. can't seem to make it as tight as your sweet pussy, fuck."

you mewl at his answer. he's so good at this you want to succumb to his words forever. "mmh, wan' see you."

for a moment, the screen blinks. he's confused, thinking that the connection got crumpled and lagged but then the screen flashes again and holy fucking shit benito could see all of you. and all of you, that is. you are in your bed, and it seems that you moved the call to your laptop, it went all propped up in front of the nightstand that you have in your apartment.

you are half-naked, you're wearing this white tank top with no bra underneath and he could see those nipples perking up from it. and from there, the rest of them are undressed - he can see your glistening cunt just from this angle and holy fuck he wishes he were there so he could finger the fuck out of you until you're dumb and stupid to even coherent any words coming out of him.

"qué mierda," he mutters. fucking hell.

he joined you right away. turning on his camera so you could see him too.

"look at all the mess, it's your fault." you pout. and he could swear the moment that he saw your knees opened, he could see your cunt clearly. it twitches like crazy, like you're hungry for his cock and his fingers and his mouth. and it's so fucking hot he groaned at the sight of it alone.

your finger now trails at your own cunt, rubbing the bud slowly. you can feel yourself sobering up just by the fact that his stares bores in you, it burned every time you let out a mewl from toying with your own clit.

you can hear his labored breathe, and a few curses following it.

"mierda. i'm going to fucking break your back when i'm home," he said it like it's a promise that he's going to keep. a mental note for himself. "turning your cam on so i can see you fucking yourself— ha, are you torturing me right now?"

you don't answer. however, you keep touching the throbbing bundle of nerves at the top of your cunt. begging for another stimulation, begging for him to talk you through it.

he smirked, he doesn't stop stroking himself. now slowly, for he wants to hear everything from your end. at the very least he wants to focus on you so you would come first rather than him.

"yeah?" he huffed, "you love it when i say that i'm going to fucking break your back and your cunt once i'm home, baby?"

you whimpered. an affirmative one.

"y—yeah."

"you're one dirty girl, aren't ya?"

one muffled moan. "mm—mhm. mh, 'm gonna c-cum."

you don't stop. not if benito doesn't tell you to. you are a good girl. so compliant and so obedient that you don't want to make him mad. you keep pushing your fingers in and out from your tight cunt. he hissed when you flicked your own clit for him to see.

he feels like watching a porno made solely for him, an amateur one at that. and he loves every single second of it. thinking how this particular scene will forever etched into his mind whenever he wants to have a quick jack off.

he can see that your movement is now slobbering, your moans continue to fill up the whole room. you're so lost in pleasure that you're now focusing on yourself. pleasure comes to you like a wave of tsunami. he knows that you're close, and you're not stopping.

now it's his turn, he keeps stroking his dick now, tightening his grip in each and every stroke. he's trying to replicate what he remembers: a sweet tight warm cunt that keeps enveloping his cock 'til it wears out. but he can't. his fist is not your cunt just like how your fingers is not his.

"i'm gonna cum— papi— i'm gonna cum i'm gonna cum i'm gonna cum," you babbled. you can feel yourself close, the way that his sole voice could be the source of your orgasm is very much embarrassing. you repeat your words like a broken record, telling yourself that you're gonna cum, or perhaps telling him to let yourself cum.

"cum for me, baby. be a good girl and let that dirty cunt cum for me."

fucking fuck. benito watches your thighs tremble through the screen, he can see your back arching too in the process. you cum by his words, and you cum as he instructed. and how surprised he is when you let out a small squirt as you're trying your best to collect your thoughts. a small squirt enough to cover a small part of the camera and also the sheets.

he groaned at the sight. you can hear him moan from the screen in front of you as you take a proper breath, as you take a look, his cock is now in full display. it was big and girthy just like how you missed and remember, he keeps stroking and tightening the grip before he lets out a spurt of white cum on his own.

"ugh, fuck, baby— haa—"

you gasped when you see how it still twitches. like his cock is still trying to search for the warmth of your cunt.

"fuck," you muttered. feeling yourself now sober.

you reached out for your panties that have been thrown away to the side of the room so you can wipe your own camera. you didn't hear anything from him for a solid five minutes before he croaks out a sentence.

"estás loco. you're insane."

you let out a cheeky pout. "i know, papi, 'm sorry for calling you so late like this."

"no— i mean. wow. can't think of any occasion where i jacked off that good."

you giggled, you can now see his face clearly and so does he. there's this tired look in his face that you can't quite comprehend. "sorry for disturbing you though. you seem so tired because of the concert."

"no way mami, you're not disturbing me or anything. don't worry about that, yeah? both of us took turns in pleasing each other. your squirt made up for it." he grins.

"benito!" your cheeks are now red. you are so fucking embarrassed. calling him when you're drunk while you're being all needy for him.

"what? i'm telling the truth, no?" he tilts his head to the side, chuckling.

you can't help but let out a smile. "i love you so much. thank you for putting up with me tonight, benny."

"siempre, cariño, siempre."

always.

he’ll lay back, a smug smirk plastered across his face. your face is currently red your breathing is uneven, you tried to move upwards but seems like you can’t. he’s too big, and you certainly needs adjusting. he looks up to you, like looking through a god, through something sacred, and teases you - “not so brave now, mami?”

you looked at him while frowning. it’s not because of whether you’re brave or not! it’s because he’s just too big for your tight cunt! and he certainly understands how hard it is, mentioning you’re the only one here right now that needed to move.

you didn’t know what comes towards you, but you certainly are annoyed - you’re trying to top him for god sake, and now he’s shredding your ego like it’s nothing. so you place your hand around his neck, not strong enough to make him choke, but just as a reminder that you’re the one who’s currently trying to make him submit.

“s-shut up,” you mewl.

he snickered, his smirk went a tad bit wider. “tell me if you need help, alright?”

he places his hands on your waist, wrapping on it just in case.

you tried to move, leaving out some small and oh-so-sweet noises that made benito stiffened inside of you as you ride him. that made you jolt a little, you went to slap him softly across the face, tightening your cunt. “are you getting big inside of me?”

he groans as you slapped him across the face. “come on, you’re the one— ugh, tightening while i’m inside.”

you placed your hand back around his chest, continued bouncing on his dick slowly - still adjusting, but at the same time you want to shut down his smug face. it’s crazy because you can feel every twitches of his cock, every girth and length reaches you, kissing your cervix slightly. you reached his cheek and kissed him, molding your lips into his.

“haa—” you moaned into his mouth, “so fucking big for me, papi.”

he bites your lips, trying to subdue the feeling of gnawing and devouring you - trying his very best to be patience as you go slowly on top of him. you’re not even torturing him, your cunt just can’t seem to swallow his cock rapidly. he’s too big, and he’s just going to stick to this.

unless.

he grabbed your waist and flipped you over like a feral dog, and that made you shriek in shock. he breathes into you, biting your neck gently as he thrusts his cock into your cunt. the sound of skin slapping filled the room that you’re both in.

“so fucking slow, can’t just wait when you’re tightening up around me like that, mami. let me do it for you, for us, yeah?”

sugardaddy!benito is a muncher. he looooves to eat you out and making a mess out of your cunt, not mentioning the fact that he will constantly praise your pussy in every lick that he can get. “easy, hermosa. i'm all yours for the night.” he loves to see you squirm, being powerless under his tongue. he takes pride in that.

sugardaddy!benito sometimes has to force himself not to go rough on you. his cock is waaaay too big for your tight little cunt. at times he still needs constant adjusting to be inside you even though he has this feral need to pound inside you over and over. being with you teaches him a big amount of patience, and that also includes fifteen minutes worth of cockwarming before he thrusts into you mercilessly.

sugardaddy!benito is also a moaner, and he's not ashamed of that. on top of that, he's also a praiser; he will let you know whenever you make him good. “gooood fucking girl. haa- fuck, baby, me estás haciendo tan bien. takin' it so well f'me...” he will spit on your cunt, making it wetter than it was as he thrusts into you roughly. and fuck, you always make him good every single time.

sugardaddy!benito loooves to push your limits. he loves to overstimulate you. sometimes whenever he eats you out or fingers you, he’ll just keeps on going until you’re trying your best to breach away from his touch. “beni— ahn! s-stop, i j-just—” he’ll shut you off with a kiss, whispering “come on, sweet girl. be a good girl for papi, yeah?” to your ears as he’s holding you down so you can’t go anywhere. just a big meanie when it comes to pleasuring you. and it’s not like you hate it - he knows very well that you enjoy it.

sugardaddy!benito is so jealous whenever you’re around his friends. but at the same time he also loves to flaunt you to his people. you are his pride. one time his friend wants to meet you in person after they noticed that benito talks about you a lot. but he shuts them off immediately, telling them that you’re ‘busy’ and you cannot be contacted freely.

sugardaddy!benito who will fuck you in his studio to release his ‘pent-up stress’ after you did a shopping spree. but it’s just another reason to fuck you filthy - he’ll fuck you nasty against the wall and against the studio’s couch. when he noticed that he’s still recording, he’ll ask your permission whether your moans can be used in a sample or not. you allowed him, of course.

sugardaddy!benito who has a loooot of stamina that sometimes whenever you are tired from fucking, he’ll just go down on you and make your thighs tremble for the nth time. he loves to eat you out after all, licking your cunt clean turned to be some sort of therapy for him. “just stay still, mami. ‘m gonna do it for you, okay?” “look at you, cunt’s all glistening for me. let me fuck you stupid once more, mm?”

sugardaddy!benito who’s a big pervert for you. he’ll fuck you in every corner of his house, your apartment, and his studio and he will still think that it’s not enough. he’ll use toys on you just to see you squirm under him and hoooooly fuck he thinks that he can just cum whenever you went all teary-eyed, asking him to slow down - back arching and being all one trembling mess.

sugardaddy!benito who loves to kiss every inch of your body. like some sort of prayer. he will start from your forehead down to your ankle, like he’s saying some sort of greeting. he will whisper words to ease you down, telling how beautiful you are before he ravishes you like a godly fruit.

sugardaddy!benito who will always take care of you no matter what. your feelings are his number one urgency and your comfort is the most important thing in the world. at the end of the day, he will grovel for you. at the end of the day, you’re the one who’s putting the leash on his neck despite how soft you are. at the end of the day he knows that his love for you is bigger than all of his ambitions in the world.

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but you insisted, to love him is to love his roots - and that starts from his mother tongue. you started studying spanish on duolingo, then to some spanish songs; you’d sit there with the lyrics open, pausing every few seconds, mouthing the words like they were fragile glass. rolling your r’s under your breath. replaying the same line until your tongue stopped tripping over it. and you shifted into some spanish tv shows. you’re not fluent yet, it will take a long time to do so, but you’re getting there.

benito is also there throughout your little journey of speaking spanish, he will occasionally slip some spanish words whenever he talks to you. some endearing words too. he’ll cuddle you up while calling you ‘amor’ or ‘cariño’ or ‘querida’ - little petnames that will make you go all red every time he says it.

but you noticed how people would call him ‘papi’ - you do understand the meaning of it. heck, that pet name has been around for a long time. but you never got the chance to say it to him. truthfully, you’re embarrassed! what if he thinks that it’s cringe and he might get the ick? or worse, he won’t feel anything?

so you decided to keep it in the back of your mind. you don’t want to try something risky, not when you’re sober.

and now you’re drunk.

you’re half-drunk, actually. still sober enough to tug on benito’s sleeves as he turned his back to you, both of you are now at the party that he got invited to. he decided to bring you as a plus one, and now here you are, getting all doozy.

“what’s wrong, mami? you good?” he asks, his palm carefully rests on the side of your cheek. and you nuzzle into it, trying to search the warmth that you’ve been seeking all night.

“can we go home?” you mumbled into his palm. your eyes looking up to him with plea.

he chuckles and nods. anything for you, he said.

they don’t go home right away, though. you’re sitting on the trunk of his car, your legs swinging above the pavement. you hum, enjoying the distant music that keeps blaring behind you.

and he’s now standing between your knees, close enough that his thighs brush yours everytime you move.

“you okay, baby? talk to me,” he murmurs, voice lower now. his hand now rests on your thighs, making circles on it every time you swing.

“just a teeny bit overwhelmed, ‘m sorry,” you whispered the smallest truth you can manage. seems like your body can’t be asked to dance when all you want right now is to nuzzle in the crook of his neck while being cuddled by him. maybe you’re drunk now and all you want is for benito to coddle you and to baby you ‘til the morning comes.

he smiled softly, ever-so endearingly, “está bien.” that’s okay.

maybe it’s the alcohol warming in your veins, loosening your tongue, making you braver than you’d ever admit to being sober.

because you don’t think.

you just giggle, soft and airy, swaying slightly in his arms.

“gracias, papi.”

he froze. and you can feel your heart racing just by the fact that the endearment that you keep in the back of your mind slip easily just like that. fuck, you don’t meant to say it! what if he gets the ick? what if he feels like it’s cringe? what if—

“fuck, what did you just say?”

his voice is now lower, darker. he steps back just enough to look at you on purpose. your red ruddy cheeks now blossom like a ripe apple, he’s trying to confirm what he heard from your mouth.

“i—i don’t meant to…”

he lets out a short, disbelieving laugh. runs a hand down his face.

“fuck, pretty, you can’t say that and expect me to be okay.”

you shrink a little. “i supposed that it’s nothing because people said that to you a lot, right?”

“but you’re not people,” he pauses - taking one step forward to you. “you’re my girlfriend, y tú eres quien me vuelve loco, you’re the one that makes me crazy. fuck, i was thinking when will you say that to me and i’ve been preparing myself just in case you said it but turns out i still can’t contain myself.”

“say it again,” he says quietly.

your eyes widened, “no.”

he steps even more closer to you.

you shake your head, suddenly shy. “benito—”

he smirked, “don’t ‘benito’ me now. you was real brave like two seconds ago.”

his hands finds your waist, pulling you gently against him. not rough, just enough to make your breath hitch.

“come on now, mami. i’m waiting.”

your fingers curl into his shirt, shyly, ever-so gently. your voice now drops instinctively when you try again.

“papi.”

it’s barely above a whisper.

and he actually short-circuits.

like visibly.

his eyes close. his jaw tightens. he exhales through his nose like you just knocked the wind out of him. he groans - not dramatic, just helpless, and pulls you fully into his chest like he needs to hide you from the consequences of your own mouth.

“nah,” he murmurs, shaking his head once. “you’re going to be the death of me.”

it always starts with “sorry” and ended up with “it’s fine baby!” or “it’s okay, it’s nothing much, we can always reschedule anytime!” - you understand that bad bunny is a staple brand that wrings you out with pride, you took pride in that; that’s your lover, that’s the guy who shines despite everything that has been thrown at him. bad bunny is an icon of strength and resilience, and you are proud of him in any way.

but at the same time, this little and selfish part of you wants benito. the guy you fell in love with, the guy who talks to you in every breaks that he could get, the guy who fell asleep next to you and wakes up beside you, the guy who cooks for you, and the guy who loves you ever-so greatly.

but to ask for that great change is nothing but selfish, it’s selfish, who are you to stop him to grow? you are here to support him. it’s his dream ever since he was little, to bring pride to puerto rico and to bloom as an artist. if he can’t feel that support from you then he was ought to go, to search for that support somewhere else - or maybe with someone else.

you can’t be selfish, it’s not your place, it’s not your position to be. so you start to shrink yourself, little by little, just enough for him to not notice. you cannot be a burden. there are always two hungry dogs that fight inside of you; the one who feels like selfishness is needed, and the one who bites the neck of the other dog, trying to stop its thought to burst out.

you’re scared that he might leave you when he thinks that you’re not being needed anymore, the thought that he might leave you because he feels like you don’t support him anymore might make you explode. you’re scared that if you press him too much, he might burst.

but changes are needed for both of you to grow, right? maybe, just maybe, this change is needed. he keeps getting brighter and brighter, he is loved by everyone, walking the shiniest path unimaginable just like how he deserves. but you always feel like you’re climbing an invisible ladder, and you feel like your feet slipping away every time he takes another step upwards.

at some point that fear eats you, the fear of not being able to hold yourself against him, to wobble and fall beside him.

benito is busier now than ever, with countless of tours and shows and also interviews around the world, like he deserves, like it should be from the first place - but it makes both of you drift away from each other day by day. it’s not like you haven’t tried anything, you did. you sent him texts and some voicenotes to keep him grounded, giving him updates just enough but not disturb his rest that much.

and it gets worse when one day you’re trying to seek comfort from him.

you can feel yourself spiral. no no no no no, it wasn’t supposed to go this way, that’s what you think. you don’t mean to make him mad, nor you want him to be angry, but you can’t think properly either - and all you want to do right now is to kill that selfish dog in you. what more of you would you be if you broke up with the love of your life? what despair would it follow if selfishness that you needed is the one who destroys everything?

the one that destroys you the most is the way that he said that you suffocated him; despite how little you make yourself be, despite how you try to fade away in the background whenever you’re around his friends so you don’t take too much of his space. but it doesn’t feel enough, it doesn’t feel enough even for the brightest star like benito.

you try to scramble through the texts, see where you did wrong, and maybe you can reason with him to not break up with you.

but it’s too late, the fear that ignites inside of you now eats you - it becomes something real and something that could gnaw on you. benito broke up with you, he broke up with someone who kept trimming down her edges to be easy to hold, who learned how to take up less space than she was told.

user1 te amo! felicidades GOAT!

user2 la cabra 🐐

user3 love you papi

user4 ugh i wish that she’s still with him rn

↳ user5 who?

↳ user4 y/n 🥲

↳ user5 oh 🥲 yeah we miss them both but let’s respect their privacy… it’s been a while since we’ve seen her too right?

user6 HOLY FUCK PAPI

yourusername congratulations benito 🏆🏆🏆 well deserved

↳ badbunnypr gracias mami ❤️

↳ user4 HOLY FUCK

↳ user6 FUCKKKK she’s so supportive i’m going to crumble and cry WE MISS YOU QUEEN

↳ user7 it’s been a while since she’s active too like she’s active here just to tell him that she’s proud oh mama #nooticing

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user1 who is that in the back WHAT THE FUCK

user2 WHAT

user3 DEBI TIRAR MAS WHO THE FUCK IS THAT

↳ user4 i think you saw that right

↳ user3 does this mean that they’re together again what the fuck

↳ user5 i don’t think so 😂 benito said that he doesn’t want to do relationship in the meantime right and he wants to keep things private. i think this post is a tribute for his grammy

user4 oh my god pretty don’t tease us like this 😭😭😭 hiding HIM behind the dumps is ABSOLUTELY INSANEEEEEE WE SEE YOU

user5 we miss you

badbunnypr qué linda ❤️

↳ user5 GIRL?????

↳ user7 OH MY GOD

↳ user8 WHAT AM I MISSING

↳ user10 this is the most friendliest and the most romantic tribute at the same time

↳ yourusername ❤️

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user3 ????? HELLO

user5 oh my god i’m hyperventilating that’s her right?

↳ user6 by flesh 😭 i think that’s her oh mama we’re getting them back

↳ user5 i’m screamingggg rn

user6 FUCK FUCK FUCK

user7 i’m going to kmsnsmsksks

user8 if they’re together again i’m going to SCREAM I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS

user9 not so discrete huh bb

user10 PLAYBOY OOOH LALA

yourusername i think you left your hoodie here silly

↳ user10 HELLO TMZ REPORT THIS PLEASE

↳ user11 oh my god it’s confirmed WE ARE GETTING THEM BACK

↳ user12 i can’t wait to see her dancing on the stage again with him 😭 prfvr!!!!

↳ user13 we are so obviously getting them back lmao

↳ badbunnypr it’s because you’re wearing it mami, keep it ❤️

he loves taking care of you, maybe it's just in his nature. he has a habit of taking care of people, and it's just the same thing when it comes to you; he loves seeing your eyes glimmer when you pecked him in the cheek as he buys you tons of new jewelry and stuff every week.

both of your dynamics are always there, a clear dominant and a submissive, and lewis does love taking care of you and dominating you in bed. and it's not like you're rejecting anything that came from his very hands, you trust him very much like how you could trust your life to someone. lewis always knows better, and lewis does know better. it's just how it is.

you trust him because you know that he's going to be gentle, you trust him because you know that he's always there behind you; protecting you and backing you up no matter what happens. your relationship has always been based on trust. he's ready as he is to spoil you with tons of him, and you love how secure your relationship is with him.

and okay, maybe lewis also loves being able to be called 'daddy' by you. unfortunately the seven times world champion can't hide his boner whenever you call him daddy, for god sake.

he loves taking control of you in bed, you were always so pretty, so shy, and so pliant for him. you moan all prettily and you lap his cock all messy. and good girls like that should get a proper reward, and it consists on him pounding his cock into your cunt all wet and messy and until you see all stars.

you love it when he chucks his cock in you, calling you petnames while he slips his fingers into your oversized bracelet that he bought you a couple while ago; making circles on your palm as he fucks you oh-so-roughly.

"you're going to kill me, princess." is what he will say when you tightened around his cock, and you can't even say anything other than a small 'sorry, daddy!' because he's fucking you dumbly. he will nip your gorgeous skin while muttering your name countlessly.

your sob will fill the room and he will no longer be gentle, you will ask him to slow down because your tummy keeps betraying you. he's just so big, so girthy, and so long and it's not for your own good. and this is the only part in this relationship of yours where he doesn't listen.

he doesn't care, you are made for him to be fucked and he knows that you love every second of it. his cock will beat to your cervix and your thigh will tremble, and he will not stop.

"'s good for me, baby. 'm sorry for staining your skirt, yeah? daddy will buy a new one f'r you tomorrow. don't you worry," he coos. and all he can hear are just sniffles of 'slow down, daddy!' and 'mm, more!' from you, to the point there's no in-between.

he will run his hands through your hair like you're something fragile, showering you with filthy praises that make you instantly cum. what can you say? you are one for praises - especially from a seven-time world champion like him.

"fuuuck, gooood girl." he'll pound one final stroke in you as you moan, bunching his cum up into your cervix just like how you deserve it; trying to catch your breath as you gasp by the way his cock kissed your insides.

"that was insane," you breathe, and he lets out a chuckle. pulling you into his embrace. it was always insane when it comes to lewis hamilton, it was always insane as you think that you are currently in the bed with the guy that people are trying to win over. it's lewis hamilton for everyone's sake.

he rests his head in the crook of your neck, leaving traces of kisses as you finally doze off, muttering "good night, angel." over and over.

lewis eats you out like no tomorrow, like he’s doing some sort of a task that requires all of his focus. he bites and nibbles on your clit, flicking and toying it with his hands as his tongue slithers in; searching over your sweet spot. he loves hearing you whine all over him, his other vacant hands being all grabby on your tits, fondling over it like some sort of stress toy.

and when you squirt, it was all over his face. but a big ‘fuuuuuuck’ came from him. mostly from how proud he is that he could make you cum, no, squirt like that.

you quip out some sort of response for him, muttering over apologize as your knees went all jelly, trying to reach his face to wipe but he stops you from doing it altogether. “‘m sorry lewis, don’t meant to… hu, i’m sorry… now you’re all wet…”

“fuck, baby, it’s okay. you came so good and easy for me and i love you for it, no need to say sorry just because you squirted, dollface.”

“now i need to see it again, yeah? come on now, lay on your back.”

lando norris

lando norris makes sure to tell you who’s been fucking you all over tonight. it’s him, it’s him, and it’s only him. he snickers whenever you decide to take control of the narrative, knowing well that you will submit in just a single smirk. he’s cocky like that, and you love that part of him.

so when he decided to finger the living out of you, you didn’t expect yourself to squirt all over his hands. it was unplanned, but my god lando loves to see it.

“fuck, did you just squirted all over me?” he looks into your eyes in disbelief. and you muttered a quick no, trying to stop him from whatever he’s doing right now in order to redirect your shame elsewhere down the window.

it puts a dent in your pride and he knows it, that’s why he smirked, not stopping - riding you through it as you got overstimulated by his hands. “no? i saw a fountain for a reason, sweetness. feel shy now that y’r boyfriend makes you squirt just from his finger, huh?”

“lando… shut up!”

“not now, no. need you to do that again for me, baby. need you to be a good one and do be a pissy princess again f’me. can you do that?”

oscar piastri

no, oscar is not a virgin baby like people think he is. he’s experienced, he knows all the way down to your pussy good. and he knows that he fucks you good - something that he could put his pride on freely. he loves making you squirm with his cock, the way your body trembles everytime you decided to cum.

he groans whenever you decided to escape from his long cock, trying to put you in place again (snucking his dick into your cervix) by pulling your hips down on him. his favorite position is a classic missionary, mostly because he could see you the way he likes it. messy and ruined and solely his.

so when you squirted all over his cock, he can’t help but to groan. he never knew that his girlfriend could do this, he never knew his girlfriend has the capability to squeeze him while gushing squirt all over his cock.

“fuck, baby…” he mutters, his voice all husky and dark, his fingers grazing at the tip of your clit.

“you keep creamin’ all over me. now you’re squirting like crazy, can we keep doing this ‘til the morning? yeah? please?”

author’s note: i’m on a roll! this is a quick one that i write and honestly i find lando’s the hottest even though i always cave in for lewis! let me know who do you think the hottest one is angels 😋♥︎