zen

His voice dipped low near your ear, that rich Puerto Rican accent wrapping around you like warm honey. “Te ves muy bella, princesa,” he murmured. You’d met him in San Juan during a group friend trip last year. The sunlight was hitting your skin, music in the air, and this tall guy in a backwards cap slid into the seat across from you at a tiny café. What started as a simple conversation had slowly become this.

You smiled up at him, a gentle daydream already drifting in while you walked hand in hand. There was an age gap between you two. He was in his thirties, you were younger, but neither of you ever minded it. If anything, it made the dynamic feel even more natural. He loved taking care of you financially, spoiling you rotten without a second thought, but it went so much deeper than money. Emotionally he grounded you, made you feel seen and safe in a way no one else ever had. And physically… the way he handled your body, the confidence and experience he brought, left you speechless every single time. No one else had ever come close.

You squeezed his hand. “Dolled up because of you…The suit I picked out for you today matches with me. In a, you look like my personal bodyguard, type of way.”

He let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating through his chest. “Personal everything, hopefully.” His fingers flexed lightly on your waist. “You dress me better than I dress myself honestly.” You let out a small giggle thinking about the photos he showed you when he was in his early 20s.

“Ya tiene’ hambre? Or want to go to one more spot?”

You bit your lip, glancing toward the glowing pink sign ahead. “Hungry for some pretty lace and bras maybe?”

His smirk was instant. “Alright, mama. Go ahead and take your time. I’ll be enjoying the view.”

You slipped your fingers through his, tugging him gently as you skipped a few happy steps toward Victoria’s Secret. Benito followed easily, all those shopping bags swinging from his free hand like they were weightless. Inside, the warm vanilla scent welcomed you. You took your time browsing, letting your fingers trail over the different fabrics while Benito stayed glued to your side, one hand eventually returning to your waist like it belonged there.

When you picked up a soft pink bra, he leaned in close, covering your hand with his. “Consigue más de estos en otros colores, bebé. Se te va ver tan preciosa con ese cuerpo tan lindo,” he said, voice dropping. “I love spoiling you, but I really love knowing I’m the only one who gets to see you in them later.”

You turned your head slightly, brushing your nose against his jaw. “If it’s a win win situation, anything for you, daddy.”

Benito paused, pulling back just enough to look at you properly, dark shades lowered slightly. “No hables esas vainas a menos que quieras que te doble en dos frente a to’ el mundo en esta tienda, princesa.”

Your heart did a little flip. You loved teasing him in such a public space. A soft smile left your lips and leaned up to kiss his cheek softly before continuing to pick out more sets, taking your sweet time while he stood behind you, hands in your hips while he pressed soft kisses along your shoulder and neck.

At the register the cashier made small talk, clearly a little starstruck by Benito. “Hope you guys found everything okay today,” she said with a smile.

You nodded lightly. “Yes we did, thank you so much.”

Benito just slid his card over and added an four vanilla shimmer body mist “Add this too,” he kissed your head “you’re running out, amor.”

⧽

The drive to your favorite rooftop restaurant was relaxed, city lights beginning to sparkle as the evening settled in. You sat across from each other, legs brushing under the table, sharing small plates and sipping drinks while the skyline stretched out in front of you two.

A couple of drinks in, Benito leaned forward, eyes sparkling with amusement as he told you about a ridiculous meeting earlier that week. “Pero mami, I swear you should’ve seen the look on his face cuando yo le dije que ya no voy a aguantar más mierda de él. Bro looked devastated, pero you know what? It’s what he deserved.”

You burst out laughing, too loud for the nice restaurant, quickly covering your mouth with both hands, eyes watering. Benito grinned wide, reaching across to gently pull one of your hands down. “Shhh, bebé,” he whispered playfully, though he was clearly holding back his own laugh. “They’re gonna kick us out for being too loud” he chuckled

The conversation flowed naturally from there, talking about random things, future trips he wanted to take you on, and how you loved when he’d randomly send you money just because he was thinking about you at work. It was easy to see why this worked beyond the sugar arrangement. He made you feel cherished. You made him feel grounded. The chemistry was just the bonus that kept everything electric.

Halfway through the entrées, he pulled out a small box and slipped a delicate silver shimmery bangle onto your wrist. It caught the candlelight beautifully, the perfect addition to your growing collection. “Saw this and thought it would look good with all the other pieces you mix and match,” he said simply, turning your wrist gently. “You deserve pretty things, mami. Don’t forget it.”

You admired it, warmth spreading through your chest. “You’re really too much sometimes… in the best way. Thank you, Benito.”

He just shrugged lightly, but his eyes were soft. “I like seeing my girl happy. That’s all.”

⧽

Back at the penthouse you both kicked your shoes off by the front door, the bags abandoned in the living room for tomorrow. The tipsy buzz and full day of love made everything feel slow and golden as you made your way to the bedroom.

You straddled him on the bed, in your pink lace, and started moving with no rush at all. Slow rolls of your hips turned into deeper grinds, the lace dragging against his boxers as you humped him lazily. You could feel yourself getting wetter with every movement, the slickness eventually leaving a visible damp spot on the fabric.

“Así, mami… fuck,” Benito breathed, hands sliding up to rub and squeeze your ass. “Mira cómo te mojas. I can feel how soaked you are through my boxers already. You’re making a mess on me, princesa.”

One of his hands stayed kneading your ass while the other slipped behind you. His fingers pressed between your legs from the back, rubbing slow, firm circles right against your entrance through the drenched lace. The teasing pressure made your brain melt. You leaned forward, kissing him deeply yet messy, slow, tongues sliding as you kept grinding and he kept stroking you.

“Tan linda cuando te pones muda pa’ mí,” he murmured between kisses, voice thick. “That’s it… keep moving just like that. Feels so good, doesn’t it? My pretty girl using me to feel good.”

You whimpered softly against his mouth, lost in the steady pleasure, the warmth of his body, and the safety of his arms. The long day finally caught up. Your movements grew slower, heavier, until you were barely rocking anymore, eyes fluttering shut as you rested fully against his chest.

Benito noticed right away. He eased his hand away gently, shifted you both so you were comfortably draped over him, and pulled the covers over your bodies. Strong arms wrapped around you, one hand stroking slow circles on your back while he pressed soft kisses to your forehead and then your lips.

“Ven acá, mi vida,” he whispered tenderly. “Sleep. I got you right here.”

He was talking to his manager while walking. “…yeah, just push the interview to friday afternoon. My throat’s done for tonight—”

His words slowed when his eyes landed on you. You obviously weren’t part of the crew. His gaze kept flicking back to you even as he finished speaking with his manager. The manager eventually nodded and walked off.

Malcolm turned toward you fully and gave a small nod.

“Are you waiting for someone?”

Your head snapped up from your phone. You quickly tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Yeah, my cousin. They’re on the lighting crew and I just ended up tagged along.”

Malcolm smiled while analyzing your face, “That’s kinda cool..”

You stood up straighter and offered your hand, properly introducing yourself.

He took your hand, warm and firm, holding it a second longer than necessary. “Malcolm. Nice to meet you.” His thumb brushed lightly over the back of your hand before he let go, a casual little tease that would get caught by anyone in your position. “You been to a lot of shows orrr?—“

“First one,” you admitted. “I’m not really the barricade type…. or the concert type.”

He chuckled softly. “Good. Means you actually listened instead of being on your phone the whole time.” You smiled at his comment as he continued, “So… be honest. How’d it feel? Being behind the scenes of all this?”

You smiled. “It was really good. The slower version of— uh… what was it?— Oh! ‘Earrings’! Yeah, the way you were playing your guitar.. I had been looking at the way your fingers worked while you sang at the same time. That’s honestly pretty cool— I can’t do that.”

Malcolm’s grin and let out a soft chuckle. “Yea you think I’m cool? You tryna stroke my ego already or you always this nice to strangers?”

You laughed. “Only the ones who give me free water and guitar lessons, apparently.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Bold of you to assume I’m giving lessons out there. But… I’ll let it slide.” He jerked his head toward the green room. “If you actually let me teach you some? C’mon, you want something to drink too? You’re standing out here looking all suspicious like you don’t belong.”

The banter stayed light and easy once you were inside. Teasing remarks, small laughs, lingering eye contact. Eventually he picked up his guitar and played a soft sounding acoustic version of a song. When he finished, he looked over at you.

“Wanna learn for real?”

“Nope,” you laughed. “I’d probably break it.”

“C’mere, I’ll show you. It’s easy.”

He slipped the strap over your head and stepped behind you, chest warm against your back. His arms came around, hands covering yours on the fretboard and strings as he guided your fingers.

“Relax okay?… yeah, just like that,” he murmured near your ear.

The tension crackled. You could feel his breath on your neck, the heat of his body, the way his fingers pressed a little firmer than necessary. After a couple minutes he helped you take the guitar off.

You both reached for the stand at the same time. The corner was cramped with equipment cases and a folded table in the way.

“Oh, you just gotta shift it left—” Malcolm started.

“I’m sorr—”

“Yeah, wait—shit—”

Your foot caught the edge of a case. Malcolm tried to catch you, but both of you tumbled down. You landed on top of him on the floor, legs straddling his lap, hands braced on his chest.

Silence.

You stared at each other, breathing fast. Then you leaned down and kissed him.

Malcolm made a quiet, surprised sound that turned into a low groan as he kissed you back, hands sliding up your thighs. The kiss grew deeper, hotter, tongues meeting, his grip tightening.

“W-we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to okay?” he whispered against your lips, voice slightly raspy from the show.

You answered by kissing him harder and grinding down against him. He hissed, already hard beneath you.

He tugged your pants and underwear down your legs in one eager motion, leaving them tangled around one ankle. You pushed his sweats and boxers down just enough to free him. His cock was thick, flushed, and leaking at the tip. You stroked him a few times before lining him up and sinking down slowly.

“Fuck…” Malcolm groaned, head falling back against the floor. “You feel so good… so fucking warm,” he whimpered.

You started riding him, rolling your hips in steady waves back and forth. His moans and whimpers filled the small room, low and breathy, making you even wetter.

“Yeah… just like that… good girl… mmhm…” he breathed, eyes locked on your face, watching you take his member with a slight struggle. His hands found your hips, guiding your movements, helping you bounce on his cock.

“You okay? Am I hurting you?” He breathed out. “Y-yeah… you’re just so big. I can’t take it all in..” You whined and threw your head down as you felt your pussy lube his dick up with ever movement.

The wet, filthy sound of your cunt sliding up and down his length echoed every time you moved. You braced your hands on his chest, leaning down to kiss and suck at his neck while he kept whimpering softly beneath you. “F-Fuck… You feel so good. I can feel your pussy pulsing around me, it’s getting me close!”

You felt him getting closer. His fingers dug into your hips, holding you in place as he started thrusting up into you hard and fast from below.

“Shit—wait— I’m so close,” he panted.

You moaned against his neck, feeling his balls hit your cunt with every thrust he made. Then, with a sudden movement and a breathless laugh you could feel him smiling, Malcolm flipped you both over. Your back hit the floor as he settled between your legs. He leaned down, taking your nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it while he thrust deep inside you again.

He hooked one of your legs up beside his hip, opening you wider. The new angle made you cry out. You could feel how wet you were, your wetness coating his balls and making a mess on both of your underwear still bunched around your thighs.

“Fuck, you’re making such a mess on me,” he groaned, voice wrecked as he kept thrusting, sucking harder on your nipple. “So wet… so fucking pretty like this.”

His pace turned desperate but still controlled, hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over. The sounds were obscene: skin slapping, your wetness echoing the room with every thrust, both of you breathing hard and moaning and whining rapidly.

Soon enough you came without warning, thighs shaking around him as Malcolm pulled out and followed right after with a broken moan, lifting your shirt up quickly and jerking his hips, stuttering as he came all over your stomach.

You stayed tangled on the floor for a long moment, catching your breath, his face pressed against your neck.

As girls, you could always spot it: the way she angled her body toward him, the extra lilt in her tone, the way her eyes lingered and she found excuses to touch her hair or lean closer.

It wasn’t just friendliness; it was interest, the kind that hoped for more. You picked up your phone, walked back to your room, and dove into the comments.

The internet was already running with it.

crystal: am i bugging🤨 did anyone see th way he looked at her lips likeee

apxllo orz: I DIDNT KNOW THIS WAS AN OPTIONNNN ???

🎀benitoedits: im crin, u guys forget men and women can be friends😭

But the shipping drowned them out.

You sighed deeply and sat on the edge of your bed, the weight of it all settling heavy. You and Benito had been together for a long while now, but everything stayed hidden for the sake of his label, his brand, that carefully cultivated “womanizer player” image he’d built for years.

He’d reassured you countless times, yet the overthinking always crept back in the quiet moments. Is any of this real? What if he’s just keeping me around because he doesn’t want to hurt me? What if there really is another woman? You let yourself drown in those thoughts for a minute before sitting up straighter and rubbing your eyes in slow, careful back and forth motions.

You stood in front of your big mirror and did what came naturally when distress hit: you took photos. Soft poses, damp hair, towel still in place. As you did, his notification lit up your screen.

You rolled your eyes, not at him exactly, but at the entire situation. The knot in your chest tightened. You sat back on the edge of the bed, quickly put together a carousel post on Instagram, carefully curated shots that showed enough skin then watched as your feed flooded with fresh headlines and posts about Bad Bunny and that same stylist. Always her.

The rumors dragged on because no one shut them down; they let the narrative run because it sold. You got dressed in something cute, slipping into a soft baby pink long sleeve crop top that hugged your body perfectly and paired it with sleek black flared leggings that’s accentuated your curves. You added a bit of silver jewelry, did your makeup with extra care and took a few more photos for your story.

Finally you lay on your bed scrolling until the text came through.

You slipped on your shoes and headed down. When you climbed into his car, he leaned over immediately, pulling you into a warm, lingering kiss that tasted sweet. “Mi amor,” he murmured against your lips, smiling with those lips that usually melted everything. But the air between you felt thick tonight. He’d brought flowers—beautiful ones, and as he set them in the back seat, you couldn’t help wondering if any paparazzi had caught him buying them and were already drafting headlines claiming they were for her.

He started driving, talking about his day in a spanglish flow. “Ay, mami, today was crazy. Tu sabes how the director kept changing everything last minute, and the stylist was all up in my space trying to fix things that didn’t need fixing. Me tenía loco con las pruebas de vestuario que no terminaban nunca-I was crazy with the wardrobe tests that never ended. I just wanted to finish and come get you.” You nodded along, offering small “yeah”s and “mhm” to show you were listening, but your responses stayed quiet. Your mind was elsewhere, replaying the video, the comments, the endless posts.

He noticed. At every red light his hand reached over to caress your cheek, thumb brushing tenderly, giving you the space he knew you sometimes needed before speaking.

As you got closer to the private restaurant he’d rented for the night, a notification lit up his car screen. Just “🐾”. You recognized the emoji instantly.

It was hers. The one she used everywhere on her stories and posts. The sight sat heavy in your chest. She was always spamming him, popping up at random hours, and you hated feeling like you had to say anything. You didn’t want to be that girl, the insecure one checking phones and starting fights. But if he was around more often instead of these carefully scheduled secret nights, maybe you wouldn’t have to sit with all this doubt alone.

The restaurant was beautiful and unfamiliar, tucked away for total privacy. Benito helped you out of the car, hand at your waist, and led you inside. The staff, all under NDA, moved professionally, smiling but discreet. Benito pulled your chair out like a gentleman, and once you were both seated under the soft candlelight, you ordered your favorites. You made sure to smile warmly at the waitstaff and laugh lightly at small pleasantries, keeping your public mask on so no one could think negatively, having been trained for the public if it ever came out you guys were spotted out together.

When the food arrived and the servers gave you space, Benito reached across the table, took your hand, and kissed your knuckles.

“You’re so pretty, mami… siempre me dejas sin palabras.”-…you always leave me speechless.

You let the warmth sit for a moment before gently pulling your hand back. “Beni… te quiero hablar de algo.”-…I want to talk to you about something

He straightened, attentive. “Dime, mi reina.” -Tell me, my queen.

You took a breath and let it all come out—the videos, the flirty laugh, the flood of shipping comments and headlines that never stopped, the way the secrecy weighed on you, his past with girls and the “no commitment” image he’d carried for years.

“Ya ‘tas grande. You’re older now. I keep thinking you’ll move past the era where you flaunt your money and have all these women on you seductively. Maybe you haven’t matured to where your music should be more mature.” You shake your head slightly as your mind begins to spiral as you speak, “If you’re hiding something from me or going behind my back with her just tell me now Benito. Ya te dije lo que me pasó a mi en mi otro relation. I’ve been through it all before so please…We’re still hiding like this so just rip the bandaid. It makes me feel like maybe I’m just… convenient. Maybe I’m not making any sense. And uh…mmm.” Although you were speaking your mind, you didn’t want to ruin the night any more than you felt like you did, but you felt as you couldn’t continue the night unless you spoke up. Your eyes watered up and your voice sounded shakier. Your hands and feet felt cold with a lump feeling in your throat. You continued, “She texted you while we were driving here. Siempre veo cuando te manda mensaje. You’re a bad hider and I don’t want to be that girl who checks your phone or starts drama, trust me, I don’t want to go through that again. Pero es difícil when you’re not around as much and I’m left scrolling through everyone online pairing you with her and creating a narrative.” A few tears begin to fall down your cheek.

Benito listened without interrupting, his expression serious but also worrisome. He hate that he made you feel this way, even more now as he’s seated in front of you, watching the most beautiful women tear up over something he did and didn’t do.

When you finished, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. “Mira…” He unlocked it, opened the messages, and slid the phone across the table to you. The contact sat at the top with no name, just the default 🐾 emoji that had saved automatically when someone has their own name set.

The messages were full of strange, random texts at odd hours: work related questions that didn’t need to be asked at 2 a.m., flirty little comments disguised as casual check ins, memes, and photos that crossed professional lines.

“I’ been gathering all this,” he said quietly, accent thick with sincerity. “I’m sorry it took this long, mami. Pensé que te estaba salvando en no decirte. No quería que te preocuparas por mí or lo que me estaba pasando. Perdóname mami.” He looked down at his lap. As you read the messages he continued, “Firing someone when you’re in my position isn’t just ‘you’re done’…there’s HR, paperwork, standards, lawyers. Tenemos que hacer todo esa mierda para que no regresen- an- and incase they twisting words or making up stories. Mami, I haven’t replied to any of these, look. Nothing. I didn’t want them using anything against me or against us. But I’m handling it. She’s getting let go. I don’t want anyone else around me but you.”

He took your hand again, eyes locked on yours across the candlelit table. “I take care of you, don’t I? I come every time I can, I text you when I wake up and before I sleep, I make these nights just for us. My eyes are only for you, te lo juro por mi vida. I promise. That old life with girls and parties, that was before you. I don’t want it anymore. I want this. You. Mi amor. The secrecy… I hate it too. But It protects us while we figure out the right way to step out, but if it’s hurting you this much, we change it. On our terms. Soft launch, whatever you need. No more letting rumors ruin my sweet girls brain.” He leaned over some more to wipe the tears from your cheek with his thumb, caressing it right afterwards.

You searched his face and saw only honesty and a little frustration at himself for letting it drag this long. The knot in your chest slowly loosened. “I love you, Beni. I just needed to hear it all like this… and see it. I-I’m sorry.”

He stood halfway, leaned across the table, and kissed you deeply, reassuringly. “Te amo más que nada, mi reina. No one else. Please don’t be sorry. You’re my woman, my peace, my everything. No more doubts tonight, okay? Comemos an’ we talk about how we’re gonna do this better, and then I take you home and remind you exactly who I’m coming home to.”

The rest of the night unfolded warmly. You talked what felt like for hours: about his day, your fears, silly memories, and tentative plans for slowly stepping into the light together. He kept touching your hand, making you laugh until the earlier anxiety felt far away.

Girls pressed close, hips rolling against him on the dance floor. One in a tiny red dress backing up on him, another ran her hands down his chest.

He let them.

Hands on waists, lips brushing ears, the heat and friction feeding the haze in his head. But every touch felt hollow. The breakup had carved something out of him months ago, and no amount of bodies or bottles could fill it.

He took another long pull from the blunt, then a shot of tequila that burned clean down his throat. “Esto es una mierda…” -This is bullshit. he muttered. He peeled away from the girls, ignored his friend’s yelling, and walked out into the cool night air.

The sidewalk and everything else appeared blurry. His suit was rumpled, sunglasses still on even in the dark, he bopped his head to some melody looping in his brain.

“Será que ya me superó… y le va bien…” he sang randomly under his breath, voice husky and off key. “Mientra’ que yo…”

He stumbled over a crack in the pavement and laughed at himself, low and bitter. “Boracho pienso…”

His hand found his phone. The chat with you was empty except for old messages. Ones that ended with you begging him not to text, not to call, because it hurt too much. He stared at it for a long moment, thumb hovering.

Then he called anyway.

It rang. And rang. No answer.

He kept walking. The neighborhood was achingly familiar.

Your streets, your corners, the route you used to take home together. Before he knew it, he was outside your house, heart hammering hard.

He bent down, picked up a few small rocks, and tossed them at your bedroom window.

Inside, you were deep in your usual night routine: oversized tshirt slipping off one shoulder, soft shorts riding up your thighs, hair clipped messily back. A buzzball sat less than half empty on your nightstand, your phone glowing while some mindless show played on the TV. The little lamp on your desk cast a warm circle of light.

Tap. Tap.

Tap.

You froze for a bit, then walked to the window and cracked it open. Your mouth slightly parting in shock.

Benito stood on the grass below, looking up with those glassy, red rimmed eyes. His suit disheveled and his hair was messy.

“Benito… what the fuck are you doing here?”

He shrugged, voice thick with liquor and smoke. “Needed to see you, mami. Nada más para hablar -Just to talk... Por favor.”

You should’ve told him to leave.

Instead, you whispered, “Back door’s unlocked. Be quiet.”

He ignored you and climbed in through the window like old times, landing with a soft thud.

Up close he smelled like tequila, weed, and that cologne you used to bury your face in. He analyzed your face and his expression softened.

“You look good,” he murmured. “Even like this. Especially like this.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide the flush. “You’re drunk, Benito.”

“¿Y?“ He looks around the room and spots your drink, grinning to himself. Benito stepped closer, eyes tracing the clip in your hair, the way your shirt hung off your shoulder. “Te extraño mami... Every night, every fucking song I write… it’s you.”

You sat on the edge of the bed.

He stayed standing at first, then dropped to his knees in front of you, hands resting lightly on your thighs. The conversation spilled out, quiet, messy, and honest. How the club felt empty. How nothing filled the hole. How he respected your no contact but couldn’t take it any longer.

You listened, fingers eventually threading through his hair, because seeing him vulnerable and aching, cracked every wall you’d built.

“You’re really drunk,” you said softly, thumb brushing his cheek. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“Yo se...”-I know… He leaned up, playful now, hovering over you as you leaned back on the bed. His body caged yours, not touching yet. That smirk you knew, returned. “Just one kiss, mama. Then I go right after.”

He dipped down slowly, lips brushing yours. He felt soft, tasting like tequila. Your hands fisted in his shirt. Every warning you’d given him, every “don’t ever let this happen again no matter how we feel,” flashed through your mind.

Then you didn’t care anymore.

You yanked him back down, kissing him deep and slow. Tongues sliding, liquor mixing, breaths mingling. A low groan rumbled in his chest.

“Coño…Extrañé tu boquita,”- Fuck, I missed your pretty mouth, he whispered against your lips.

His hips pressed down, hard length grinding slowly against your crotch. You moaned into his mouth, legs parting instinctively.

“Yeah? You feel that mami?” he murmured, rolling his hips again in that deliberate rhythm. “Been hard thinking about you for months. No one else does it like you.”

Your hands pushed his jacket off, fingers working his shirt buttons.

Soon enough, skin to skin, his chest felt warm against your hands. He sat up just enough to peel your oversized shirt off, groaning at the sight of your bare upper body.

“Mami… eres perfecta.” He leaned down, mouth latching onto one nipple, sucking and flicking while his hand squeezed the other. You arched, gasping. His free hand slipped under your shorts, finding you soaked.

“Ya ‘tas mojada pa’ mi?- Already wet for me?.” Two thick fingers slid inside you, curling in just right. “Still so tight…Missed this pussy squeezing me.”

His thick accent echoed in your ears.

“Benito…” you moaned, hips rocking against his hand.

“Tell me you want it,” he growled, pumping faster, thumb circling your clit. “Tell papi what you need, mama.”

“I need you,” you breathed. “Fuck! Fuck me, please papi.. Te necesito adentro de mi por favor..” -I need you inside of me please.. you whined.

He shoved your shorts down and off, then stood just long enough to drop his pants. His cock sprang free: thick, heavy, leaking at the tip. He stroked himself once, eyes dark and focused on you.

“On your back, baby. Wanna see your face when I stretch you.”

You whimpered gently to yourself as he spoke and obeyed.

He crawled over you, rubbing the head of his cock up and down your wet lips before pushing in slow, inch by inch, groaning deep as your walls clenched around him.

“Shit… so fucking good. Take it all, mami. That’s it.”

Once seated deep, he paused, forehead pressed to yours. Then he started slowly moving deep, rolling strokes that hit every spot inside of your warm cunt.

The pace built, his balls hitting your skin with every thrust with your moans mixing with his grunts.

“Sientes eso?” -You feel that? he panted, one hand pinning your thigh wider. “This pussy still mine, huh? Dímelo.”

“It’s yours—fuck! Papi es tuyo! Harder…Harder—!”

He gave it to you harder, hips snapping, the bed creaking. He kissed you messily, biting your lip, then trailed down to suck marks onto your neck.

Your orgasm crept up fast, walls fluttering and pulsing around his thick cock.

“Benito—I— I’m so close papi—”

He felt it immediately. A warm, adoring smile spread across his face as he watched you, eyes half open with lust and affection. “Yeah? You gonna cum first, mami? Go ahead, let me feel it… but wait for me, baby. Hold it just a little.”

He picked up speed, fucking you deeper and faster while playing with your clit. The wet sounds of your bodies filling the room. Your legs started shaking uncontrollably around his waist. You cried out, trying to hold back like he wanted, nails digging into his back.

Benito’s moans grew louder, rougher, his rhythm turning almost desperate as he felt your cunt pulse around his dick. “Fuck, you look so pretty like this.”

He thrust hard a few more times, then groaned deeply, voice breaking. “Ahora, mami— Vente para’ mi. Cum all over my dick while I fill you up.”

Soon enough he started shooting his load deep inside you at the same moment, thick, hot ropes of cum pulsing against your walls. You came right with him, creaming hard around his cock, your orgasm milking every drop from him as your pussy clenched and fluttered. Benito kept his eyes locked between your bodies, watching mesmerized as your creamy cum coated his shaft while he slowly slipped in and out, dragging out every last wave of pleasure for both of you.

“Mmm look at yourself mami… take all of it,” he whispered hoarsely, still rocking gently through the aftershocks, pushing his cum deeper.

You stayed like that, tangled and breathing hard, his weight comforting on top of you. He kissed your forehead, then your lips.

“Fuck—yes, just like that,” I moan, fingers threading through their wet hair, pulling them closer to the point where their tongues are brushing against each others. Water streams down their faces, dripping from both of their chains as they both look up at me with dark, hungry eyes.

Benito pulls back just enough to smirk, lips shiny with my arousal. “Mira esa carita, mami.-Look at that face. You’re dripping all over us. ¿Quién te come mejor, eh?”-Who eats you better? He leans in and sucks hard on my clit, making my hips jerk.

Rauw growls against my thigh, biting the soft flesh before diving back in, his tongue spearing deep alongside Benito’s fingers. “She’s clenching around my tongue, cabrón. I think I’m winning this round.”

Their competition has been like this since the second we stumbled into the penthouse: playful, filthy, and possessive. But right now it’s driving me insane in the best way. I can’t even speak; all I can do is whimper and grind down on their faces while the water beats against my chest.

That’s when it hits me, sharp and sudden between one thrust of Benito’s fingers and one slow lick from Rauw.

It’s all coming back to me.

The party.

Some mutual friend’s rooftop in Miami, bass thumping so hard it vibrated through my heels. I was sipping something sweet and strong when Benito spotted me first. Bad Bunny himself, tattoos peaking through his button up and all down his arms, and that lazy, dangerous grin. He slid up behind me on the dance floor, hands on my hips, lips brushing my ear. “Tú bailas como si supieras exactamente lo que quieres, baby.” -You dance like you exactly what you want.

Rauw appeared on my other side a minute later, smirking, one hand grazing my waist like he already owned it. “Careful, Benito. She’s too pretty to share… unless she wants to be.”

They didn’t ask. They just took.

One second I was dancing between them, the next their bodies were caging me in, hands everywhere. Rauw’s fingers tracing my ribs, Benito’s palm sliding down to squeeze my ass while he whispered, “You’re coming with us tonight, mami.” They were possessive from the jump, shooting each other looks over my head like they were already sizing up who could make me scream louder. Shots turned into private conversations in the corner, their mouths on my neck, teeth grazing skin, promises growled in Spanish about how they’d ruin me so good I’d forget my own name.

By the time the driver dropped us at the hotel, the competition had started for real.

In the elevator Rauw had me pinned to the wall, tongue in my mouth while his hand slipped under my dress, fingers circling my clit. Benito gently pulled my head back by the hair, sucking a mark onto my throat.

Inside the suite it escalated fast. Clothes hit the floor in a trail from the door to the bedroom. They had me on the king sized bed, naked and spread out, while they took turns showing off.

Rauw dragged his tongue down my stomach in slow, wet stripes, dipping into my navel, biting the curve of my hip. “You taste so fucking sweet right here,” he murmured, eyes locked on mine. Benito wasn’t about to let him have all the fun.

He wrapped one big hand around my throat again, squeezing just enough to make my vision spark, while his other hand shoved two fingers deep inside me. “Feel that? That’s me owning this pussy already. Repítemelo.” -Repeat it back to me.

I gasped, back arching. “Benito—coño—!”-fuck—!

Rauw growled and pushed Benito’s hand away, replacing it with his mouth, licking me open while Benito choked me harder, kissing me sloppy and deep. They kept going like that, trading places, competing over every inch of my body.

Who could make my thighs shake more, who could pull the filthiest sounds out of me. Licking my stomach turned into sucking bruises onto my boobs and hips.

Choking turned into Rauw’s hand between my legs while Benito fucked my mouth with his fingers. By the time we were all panting and dripping sweat, the shower sounded like the only place big enough for what we needed.

They carried me in here half an hour ago, still arguing in that hot, playful way.

Now we’re exactly where they wanted me.

Back in the present, the memory only makes me wetter. I tug their hair harder, grinding against their tongues. “No paren! Don’t stop!—please! Fuck!”

Benito chuckles, the sound vibrating straight to my clit. “Oye, Rauw, you hear that? She’s crying for it. Dile quién te está comiendo este coño rico.” -Tell him who’s eating your pussy so good.

Rauw looks up at me, water dripping from his lashes, lips swollen. “Dime, princesa. ¿Quieres que te follemos aquí mismo?”-Tell me, princess. Do you want us to fuck you right here?

“Or you want us to take turns filling you up until you can’t walk hm?”

I’m so close already, thighs trembling, stomach clenching. “Los dos!—fuck, both of you. I want both… at the same time—Por favor!”

They don’t need to be told twice. Benito rises first, spinning me around. He kicks my legs wider, thick cock sliding between my folds from behind while Rauw moves in front of me, fisting his big cock, walking closer to me, chest to chest, water pouring between us. Rauw lifts one of my legs high, hooking it over his hip, his cock nudging right against my entrance alongside Benito’s.

“Easy, mami,” Rauw murmurs, voice rough as he slowly pushes in, stretching me open inch by inch right next to Benito.

The burn is intense, hot, my walls fluttering around both thick cocks as they work together to fill me completely. “Tan apretada… fuck, you’re tight. Taking us both so good.”

Benito groans deep in his throat, one hand braced on the tile beside my head, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. He rocks forward, sliding deeper until they’re both buried to the hilt inside me, their cocks pressed tight together, rubbing with every tiny movement. “Puñeta… feel that, Rauw? She’s creaming all over us already. This pussy was made for both of us.”

I cry out, head falling back against the tile, the overwhelming fullness making my legs shake. The hot water beats down on our joined bodies as they start to move…slow at first, finding a rhythm, one pulling back while the other pushes in, then switching, their cocks dragging against each other and against every sensitive spot inside me. It’s filthy, perfect, the wet sounds of skin slapping and my slick arousal mixing with the shower spray.

“Más duro,” I gasp, nails digging into Rauw’s shoulders and Benito’s arm. “Fuck me harder—please.”

Rauw leans in, capturing my mouth in a messy kiss, tongue sliding against mine while he thrusts deeper. “Así, princesa? You like feeling both cocks stretching this pretty little cunt?” He nips my bottom lip, then glances at Benito with a smirk. “Bet I can make her come first.”

Benito laughs breathlessly, wrapping his hand around my throat again, squeezing just enough, snapping his hips forward. “No, cabrón. Watch me.” His free hand slides between us, thumb circling my clit in tight, fast strokes while they both pound into me harder, the competition turning even more intense now that they’re sharing my pussy.

Pleasure coils tight and hot in my belly, building fast. I’m moaning nonstop, body trapped between theirs, completely at their mercy as they fuck me in perfect sync.

Rauw’s mouth finds my collarbone, sucking a mark while Benito keeps his hand around my throat, rubbing my clit relentlessly. “Come on, mami,” Benito growls against my ear. “Cum for us. Déjanos sentir que te desmoronas en nuestras dos bicho.” -Let us feel you fall apart on both our cocks

I cry hard, my orgasm crashing over me, walls clenching and pulsing around their thick lengths, milking them both. The sensation pushes them over the edge. Rauw first, groaning my name as he spills deep inside me, followed seconds later by Benito, cursing in Spanish while he fills me with hot pulses of cum.

They stay buried inside me as we come down, holding me up between their strong bodies, the water still cascading over us, washing away some of the mess but not the marks they’ve left or the way my body still trembles.

Rauw kisses me slow and deep, then pulls back with a lazy grin. “Round two in the bed, baby? Or we stay right here until you can’t take any more?”

Benito nips my shoulder, still rocking gently inside me. “I say we keep her stuffed full until morning. What do you say, princesa?”

I laugh breathlessly, still impaled on both of them, heart racing.

Your sister glanced in and shrugged. “That’s Mr. Martinez. Everyone’s got, like, a crush on him. He’s whatever, though. Teaches environmental science or something. Chill guy…I think I have his class next year.”

You nodded, trying not to stare as he stepped back to survey his setup. Just then, his gaze lifted and caught yours through the doorway. A warm, easy smile spread across his face, genuine, with a spark of amusement in his dark eyes.

“Hola, bienvenidos,” he called out, voice smooth and carrying that soft accent that made the words feel warmer than standard english. “Come on in if you want. I’ve got snacks while we wait for the presentation to start.”

Your sister rolled her eyes lightly but grinned. “We’ll check it out Mr.Martinez!” To then mumble to you “, I’m gonna go chill in the gym with my friends for a bit. Text me when you’re done wandering down…memory lane…allegedly.” She gave you a quick, teasing nudge before heading off, her sneakers squeaking down the hall. Before she left, you quickly gave her the middle finger.

You hesitated only a second before stepping inside. The classroom smelled like dry erase markers and faint citrus air freshener. A few other parents trickled in and out, but the space gradually emptied as the evening wore on. Mr. Martinez kept things light during his short presentation while talking about the projects his students would be doing this year, showing a quick slideshow of last year’s field trips to local parks, and cracking a couple of self deprecating jokes about how he’s still a geek himself. His energy was engaging without being over the top, and you found yourself smiling along with the small group.

By the time the last few stragglers left, the hallway outside had quieted. You lingered near the back, pretending to look at a bulletin board of student posters while he gathered up the leftover snacks and stacked the unused handouts. He glanced up, noticing you hadn’t followed the others out.

“Sticking around for extra credit?” he asked with a light laugh, pushing a hand through his curls.

You turned, offering a small smile as you walked closer to his desk. “Something like that. I actually went here a few years ago. It’s weird being back… but in a good way. Your class seems fun. Way better than what I remember from high school science.”

He chuckled, leaning back against the edge of his desk, arms crossing loosely over his chest. The open collar of his shirt shifted slightly, drawing your eyes for a moment before you caught yourself. “Glad to hear it. I try to keep it from feeling like a total drag. What did you end up studying after you left this place?”

You shrugged, stepping a little closer under the pretense of looking at one of the posters on his desk. “Definitely not as hands on as taking kids out to study ecosystems. Do you… do a lot of that? The field trips, I mean. Must keep you pretty busy outside of school hours.”

He nodded, his gaze steady on yours, curious, maybe even a little intrigued by the way you were prolonging the conversation. “Yeah, when the weather cooperates. It’s the best part of the job, honestly. Gets us out of the building. Though it does mean my social calendar isn’t exactly packed.” There was a subtle pause, his smile turning just a touch playful. “Not that I’m complaining. Easier to focus on lesson plans that way.”

Your pulse picked up at the opening. You leaned against the desk beside him, close enough that your arm nearly brushed his. “No big plans after open house nights? No one waiting at home with dinner or… anything?”

He tilted his head slightly, eyes flicking down to your lips for the briefest second before meeting yours again. The banter settled in naturally, warm and charged. “Nah. Just me and whatever takeout I can find after these things. Why? You offering to critique my choice in late night tacos?”

You laughed softly, the flirtation feeling easier now. “Only if you promise not to judge my terrible ordering habits. But seriously… it sounds kind of nice. Quiet evenings. No distractions.”

The air between you thickened as the classroom felt smaller, the distant sounds of the gym fading into background noise. He straightened a little, but didn’t move away. “Distractions can be good sometimes. Depends on the company.”

You held his gaze, heart hammering, and decided to take the chance. Leaning in, you reached up and kissed him soft at first, testing it. His lips were warm, surprised for only a split second before he responded, one hand sliding to your hip and pulling you closer. The other braced against the desk as he deepened the kiss with a low, appreciative moan that vibrated against your mouth. You could already feel him hardening through his pants, the unmistakable bulge pressing against you as he brought your bodies closer.

“Fuck,” he breathed against your lips, voice rougher now, accent thickening just a little with want. “Haven’t been with anyone since I moved out here… and you walk in looking like that..”

You smiled into the next kiss, rolling your hips forward experimentally, grinding against the growing hardness. He groaned again, the sound sending heat straight through you. His hands tightened on your hips, guiding the movement for a moment before he turned you both, lifting you effortlessly onto the edge of his desk. Papers scattered lightly, but neither of you cared.

He nudged your legs apart, hands sliding up your thighs as he worked your pants down just enough, tugging your underwear to the side. His fingers brushed over your folds, finding you slick and ready. A satisfied smile curved his lips as he felt how wet you already were.

“Ya ‘tas lista para mí?” Already wet for me? he murmured, voice low and husky, eyes full of lust as he looked up at you.

You nodded quickly, a soft whimper escaping as he unbuckled his belt, keeping his shirt mostly buttoned but freeing himself from his zipper. His cock sprang out, thick, heavy, and bigger than anything you’d taken before. The sight made your breath hitch.

He teased the head along your entrance, coating himself in your wetness, watching your face with that same intense focus. You whimpered again, looking up at him desperately, hips twitching forward in silent plea.

He pushed the tip in slowly, and you gasped at the stretch as it was sharp, overwhelming, yet perfect. Immediately, his free hand came up to cover your mouth gently but firmly, muffling the sound as he eased in further, inch by inch, giving you time to adjust while his jaw clenched with restraint.

“Shh, easy mami… you’re taking me so well,” he whispered, voice strained, forehead resting against yours for a moment. The classroom was silent except for your shared breathing and the faint creak of the desk beneath you. He rocked his hips shallowly at first, then deeper, building a steady rhythm as your body welcomed him, the initial burn melting into pure, toe curling pleasure.

Your hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging in through his shirt as he fucked you on the edge of his desk, slow and deep at first, then faster when your moans grew needier against his palm. He leaned in, kissing along your jaw, murmuring filthy little praises in a mix of English and Spanish that made your head spin.

He started moving deeper, steady thrusts that dragged against every sensitive spot inside you. His hand stayed over your mouth for the first few strokes, muffling your whimpers while his forehead pressed to yours.

“Eso es… good girl,” he groaned low, voice rough and accented, lips brushing your ear. “Taking me so fucking deep already. Look at you—tan apretada, so tight around my cock. You’re doing so good for me, baby.”

You moaned against his palm, hips twitching up to meet his thrusts. He smiled darkly, eyes half lidded as he watched your face.

“Shh, shh… that’s it. Just like that. You’re taking every inch like you were made for it. Fuck… feel how wet you are? Dripping all over me. Such a good little slut for teacher tonight, huh?”

He picked up the pace, the desk creaking softly beneath you with each thrust. His free hand gripped your thigh, spreading you wider as he drove in harder.

“Mírate… Look at yourself, so pretty when you’re stuffed full of me. You’re doing amazing, princesa. Taking this big dick so well in your little cunt…better than I imagined the second I saw you staring at me.” He leaned in closer, breath hot against your skin. “That’s my good girl… squeezing me so fucking tight every time I push in. You like it when I talk to you like this? Like being praised while I fuck you on my desk?”

You nodded frantically, eyes glassy with pleasure. A desperate, muffled whine escaped against his hand.

He chuckled breathlessly, the sound turning into a low moan as you clenched around him. “Yeah? You do. Fuck, you’re perfect. Look at these pretty legs shaking for me… you’re gonna cum all over my cock, aren’t you? Go ahead, baby—be a good girl and cum for me. Let me feel how much you love it.”

His thrusts grew sharper, deeper, hitting that spot inside you over and over. He finally slid his hand from your mouth, replacing it with his lips in a messy, hungry kiss before pulling back just enough to keep whispering against your mouth.

“C’mon, princesa… let me hear you. Tell me how good it feels. You’re doing such a good job—taking me so deep, creaming all over me like this. Tan buena… my good fucking girl. That’s it—fuck, just like that.”

Your nails dug into his shoulders as the pleasure coiled tighter. He kept the steady stream of praise flowing, voice growing more strained and filthy with every thrust.

“God, you feel incredible… so fucking wet and warm. Look at you—taking this thick cock. You’re so damn good for me, baby. My pretty little secret… moaning so sweetly while I ruin you right here where anyone could walk by. You like that risk, don’t you? Being my good girl in secret.”

He groaned deeply as your walls fluttered around him, hips snapping forward harder. “That’s it… cum for me. Cum all over this dick—show me how good you are. Fuck… yes, just like that. Good girl, good fucking girl—”

Your orgasm crashed over you hard, a broken moan tearing from your throat as you clenched and pulsed around him. He fucked you through it, murmuring soft, filthy encouragement right against your ear until his own rhythm faltered.

“Fuck—gonna cum… you’re too perfect. Take it all, baby. Take every drop like the good girl you are—”

He buried himself deep with a shuddering groan, hips stuttering as he came inside you, pulsing hot and thick. His mouth found yours again in a messy kiss, swallowing the last of both your sounds while his body trembled against yours.

The risk of someone still wandering the halls only heightened everything, the way he filled you completely, the wet sounds of your bodies meeting, his low groans every time you clenched around him. He kept one hand over your mouth until you were both too close, then replaced it with his lips, swallowing your cries as you came hard around his cock. He followed moments later, burying himself deep with a shuddering moan, hips stuttering as he spilled inside you.

For a long minute, you stayed like that: his forehead against yours, both of you catching your breath in the quiet classroom, the distant echo of the gym still faintly audible.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, a lazy, satisfied smile tugging at his lips. “Well… welcome back to school.”

You laughed breathlessly, still feeling the aftershocks. “Best open house I’ve ever been to.”

He helped you down carefully, both of you fixing your clothes with quick, shared glances and quiet chuckles. Before you slipped out to find your sister, he caught your hand lightly.

Benitos eyes are lit up as he watched you speak. He leans in a bit, voice low and teasing. “Alright, mami. What’s my favorite way you wake me up when I’m home?”

You pause, pretending to think hard, then smirk. “From what I noticed, probably the one where I’m kissing your face all over or when I’m cooking…or both at the same time.”

He lets out a deep genuine laugh that fills the room. “It’s actually when you get on top of me and start sweet talking in my ear de cuanto me amasssss”-about how much you love meeee. He drags out his words dramatically and grins at the camera and then looks back at you. “That’s basically the same thing ‘Nito! Gimme my points!” You laugh and he reaches over and takes one of your cards playfully before quickly putting it back. “Fine! Fine! Ten points para mi amor.”

Your turn.

You pick up the next card. “What am I secretly terrified of? And don’t say spiders, we both know that’s bleep-oh wait can I curse? Sorry.”

“Bleep” Benito repeats right after you in the exact same tone. The crew in the back cracking up.

Benito then rubs his chin, acting like he’s deep in thought. “Ehmmm.. fácil! You’re scared of like—the deep sea creatures underwater. I remember ‘cause I told you I like to swim and we had like an hour conversation about swimming, water, and creatures.” He nods.

You groan, but you’re smiling big. “You really remember that? That was what? Like our third date?” You look at the camera and behind the crew “,It’s really scary guys, look up some videos, I’m telling you.”

“Claro que sí,” he says tapping his temple and then pointing at his chest. “Stuff you tell me stays up here…and here. Makes me feel useful, you know? Ten points, baby.”

Next round, Benito grabs a card and leans back. “What’s the one thing you always steal from me and never give back?”

You don’t hesitate. “Your shirts, duh. You get confused when you try looking for them and then I always look down at my chest and—yeah…I just happen to be wearing it.” You tug at your hoodies collar for slight emphasis.

He laughs a little and nods slowly, a lazy grin spreading across his face right after. “Yeah, I feel like you’re in my head when that happens.”

He then adds “,But the real answer is my favorite chain, the thin gold one.”

You groan loud “,Stop cheating!”

He laughs, shrugging all innocent.

You swat his arm lightly. “It’s ten points and you know it.”

He shrugs innocently once more, “I’m feeling generous today, take the ten.”

You laugh to yourself and then proceed to ask, “What’s our go to late night thing when you’re not touring?”

Benito leans back, arm stretching along the couch behind you. “We sometimes go to this one spot in New York. It has a… what are those..” he looks over at you motioning with his hands “—gazebos! and the city skyline, the blossom trees and it’s so beautiful. We always get these dumplings con cafecito… I hope no finds it so we can keep going there privately.” Benito look at the camera crew, looking a little regretful he said that and then smiling “,Oops…”

You side eye him playfully, voice softer but still teasing. “You make it sound cute, I love that. But I really just like to stay home and have you snoring in my arms while I try to watch a movie.”

“Aye-Aye-Aye!” he protests, laughing hard. “That’s a lie! Ten points for me..” he gives you a playful side eye in return. “Can’t copy me..”

The questions keep coming, the energy staying easy and playful.

Benito asks next: “What’s the first thing you noticed about me when we met?”

You tilt your head and smiled to yourself as you thought about it. “Your laugh and your smile. I think it’s so contagious and I always end up laughing with you for no reason. Like when you’re telling a joke and you laugh before you even say it, I end up laughing with you even though I don’t even know what you’re gonna say!” You giggle and hide half of your face behind the card.

He laughs a little “,De verdad? Hay que pena.. How embarrassing for me. ” He bumps your shoulder lightly with his. “Ten points. Don’t let it get to your head, I’m probably still winning.”

“Nito that wasn’t even a how well do you know me question, dummy.” You roll your eyes, grinning.

Your next question: “What’s one thing I do that actually annoys you, but you won’t admit it?”

Benito pauses, then chuckles. “You could never annoy me mama. Same way I think you can’t do nothing wrong” He pauses, then adds with a smirk, “But, can I say something that she finds annoying but I think it’s adorable? When we’re sleeping, sometimes she likes to put her face close to mine, and sometimes she’ll drool on my face—”

You burst out laughing and your cheeks begin to turn a rose pink. “NITO!” “What! It’s true! I think it’s adorable and you think I get annoyed! Me encanta- I love it.” he pouts at the camera.

As the quiz winds down: favorite drive song, the pet name he secretly loves hearing from you, and what he refuses to sleep without, the score gets high.

Final tally: 92 out of 100.

The interviewer wraps it up. “You two make this look way too easy. Any last words?”

Benito turns to you “It’s not easy all the time, pero vale la pena—it’s worth it, and it’s always love between us. Every tour, every crazy day… coming back to her? That’s the real shit.” He brushes a stray hair from your face, casual and sweet. “Te quiero, ¿sabes?”

You smile, keeping it light. “Te quiero más.”

He laughs softly, pulls you into a tight hug as he steals a quick kiss from you, nothing flashy. He then pulls back with a playful grin for the camera.

The lights start to dim.

You dropped instantly, heart beating rapidly. Benito unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, thick and hard. He gripped your chin firmly with one hand, tilting your face up exactly how he wanted it. He dragged the warm, silky head across your bottom lip, then your top lip, painting them shiny. He tapped his cock against your tongue, slow and teasing, rubbing the underside along the flat of it while his thumb kept your mouth open.

“Mirate…”-Look at yourself…, he rasped, eyes hooded with lust. “Mira qué bonita te miras así.”-Look how pretty you look like that.

You whimpered, thighs squeezing together as he pushed just past your lips, then pulled back, playing with your mouth until spit dripped down your chin. Only when you started squirming did he thrust forward, sinking deep into your mouth in one smooth motion.

He groaned low, hand staying on your chin as he fucked your throat in steady, deep strokes. “Asi mami… Toma cada centímetro por mí” -Just like that..Take every inch for me.

You hollowed your cheeks, tongue swirling around him, one hand on his thigh while the other slipped between your legs to rub yourself. The wet, filthy sounds mixed with the muffled bass outside. Benito’s breathing turned ragged, his thrusts faster, grip tightening on your chin.

“Mierda—gonna cum in that pretty mouth,” he growled. “Trágatelo todo, bebe.” -Swallow it all, baby.

Two more deep thrusts and he buried himself as far as you could take him. Thick, hot loads of cum flooded your mouth, pulsing against your tongue as he groaned your name. You swallowed every drop, working him through it until he was trembling.

He pulled out slowly, still half hard, then crouched down and kissed the corner of your messy lips. “Good girl.”

As you got up, before you could catch your breath, he spun you around, your palms slapped against the wall as he gently kicked your legs apart.

He shoved your dress higher, lined himself, and began to thrust inside you in one hard stroke, burying his cock inside your cunt.

“Shit—” you moaned, forehead pressing to the wall.

Benito groaned behind you, both hands gripping your hips tight as he started fucking you deep and fast. His eyes were locked downward, watching the way your ass bounced with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the small house, barely drowned out by the concert outside.

“Mira ese culo,” -Look at this ass, he rasped, voice strained with pleasure. “Fuck, you’re taking me so well mami… Que rico te sientess mojada pa’ mi.”-You feel so good all wet for me.

He kept one hand on your hip, the other sliding around to rub small circles over your clit while he watched how your back arched, how your thighs shook, how desperately you pushed back to meet every thrust. The angle had him hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over, building the pressure fast.

Just when you were right on the edge, he suddenly pulled out.

You whimpered and whined at the loss, but he was already down to his knees behind you. He spread your cheeks with both hands and buried his face between your thighs without warning, tongue licking a light stripe from your clit to your entrance, then sucking your swollen clit into his mouth.

“Que—Hay si Benito, asi!”-Wha-Oh yes! Just like that! you cried, legs trembling.

He ate you like he was starving, tongue flicking fast and relentlessy while two thick fingers pushed back inside you and curled against that spot while his mouth worked your clit. The wet, obscene sounds were filthy in the quiet space. He groaned against you, the vibration sending sparks through your body.

“Come on, mami,” he murmured against your pussy, voice muffled. “Córrete en mi lengua. Déjame probarte.”-Cum on my tongue. Let me taste you.

The combination of his fingers pumping deep and his mouth sucking hard pushed you over the edge hard. Your orgasm crashed through you, thighs shaking violently as you came in his mouth with a broken moan, accidentally squirting on him as the walls clenched around his fingers while he licked you through every wave.

He didn’t stop until you were oversensitive, only then pulling back and standing up. He pressed his chest to your back, kissing the side of your neck as you both tried to catch your breath.

“‘Tas bien mami?”-You okay? he whispered, voice soft now.

You nodded, smiling weakly. “More than okay… Pero tú ‘tás loco…” -But you’re crazy

He laughed low, helping you smooth your dress down and wiping the mess from between your legs with his shirt. Then he pulled you into a slow, deep kiss, tasting both of you on his tongue.

A sharp knock hit the door. “Thirty seconds, Benito!”

“Coño Benito…” you whisper yelled as if it wasn’t loud enough outside.

You grabbed Benito’s backup shirt that was packed. He then grabbed the shirt from you and pulled you in for another kiss. “Te quiero, amor. So fucking much.”

“I love you too, you fucking menace,” you giggled, fixing his collar. “Now go finish the show.”

He stole one last kiss before heading for the door, but he glanced over his shoulder with a grin.

“After the show… we’re doing all of that again. But slower.”

Benito finished the chorus, sweat glistening under the lights, and he paused. He tilted his head, listening to the growing chant. Then his eyes found you.

He pulled off his sunglasses slowly, squinting up into the lights. “No puede ser…” -It can’t be.

The words left his mouth in a stunned laugh, loud enough for the mic to catch. The crowd erupted.

“¡Hola, mi reina!” he called out across the arena, that familiar bright smile breaking across his face. “Gracias por venir. Hablamos después del show, ¿sí?!” -Thank you for coming. We'll talk after the show, okay?

He waved, smiling to himself like he couldn’t believe it. He then turned back to the crowd with renewed energy, diving straight into the next song.

・・・

After the final encore, a security guard appeared at your side. “Señorita, Bad Bunny wants you backstage.”

No arguments. You followed.

The back area was chaos as the crew was packing up gear, the lights dimming. And there he was, Benito, peeling off his soaked stage shirt without a second thought, tossing it aside. His chest rose and fell, tattoos catching the low light. He looked up, saw you, and that same shy but excited grin from your childhood spread across his face.

“¡Mira quién es!” -Look who it is! He closed the space in a few steps and pulled you into a tight hug, still half naked and warm from the performance. “I can’t believe you’re here. After all this time… you look exactly the same. Well…better of course.”

You laughed, hugging him back. He still had that familiar scent like the boy you knew, mixed with stage smoke and cologne. “You’ve been busy, huh?”

He shrugged, grabbing a fresh shirt but not rushing to put it on. “Life got loud. But you… you stayed quiet, like always.” His eyes softened.

“Would you want to come chill at my place? Catch up? Figured staying somewhere familiar would feel better than another hotel right now. When’s the next time I’ll even see you, right?” You smiled.

“Yeah. Vamos pues!” - Let’s go then!

・・

The ride was easy, comfortable silence broken by old stories and teasing. Fans waited outside the arena, phones up, snapping photos of the two of you slipping into the car together. You didn’t care. Neither did he.

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When you finally stepped into your apartment, the door clicking shut behind you, the air shifting. The nostalgia mixed with something heavier, something that had been simmering since he called you “mi reina” in front of thousands.

Without anything being said, you pushed him gently toward the couch. Benito let you, eyes darkening as he dropped onto the cushions. You straddled his lap without hesitation, knees sinking into the fabric on either side of his hips. His hands found your waist immediately, warm and eager.

Your mouths met in a hungry kiss from years of missed time. He tasted like the energy drink he’d been sipping backstage. You rocked your hips down against him, feeling him harden quickly beneath you. Benito groaned into your mouth, his hips thrusting up instinctively to meet your grinding.

You smiled against his lips and pulled back just enough. “Nuh-uh,” you murmured, pressing a hand to his chest to still him. “Espera...” -Wait…

He blinked up at you, lips parted, cheeks already flushed, breathing heavier. That glint you’d always suspected was there flickered in his eyes.

You reached down, unbuckled his belt with slow, deliberate movements, and slid it free. Benito watched, mesmerized, as you looped the leather around his neck, fastening it loosely but snug enough to feel like control. His breath hitched.

You stood, tugging lightly on the makeshift leash. “Come on, pup.”

“Si mami…” He rose without protest, letting you lead him down the short hallway to your bedroom, the belt guiding him like an obedient puppy.

Once inside, you pushed him back onto the bed. He fell easily, watching you with hungry eyes as you climbed over him again.

You tugged his pants and boxers down just enough to free him. His cock sprang out, hard, flushed, and already leaking at the tip. You wrapped your fingers around him, giving one slow stroke before rubbing the swollen head between your slick pussy lips, coating him in your wetness. You teased him relentlessly: sliding him up and down your slit, letting the head catch at your entrance before pulling away again.

“Coño… por favor mami.. te necesito,” - Fuck… please mommy.. i need you, he whispered, voice cracking, hips twitching but not daring to thrust.

You finally sank down onto him in one smooth, deep motion, taking every inch until he was buried inside your tight heat. Both of you moaned loudly. For a moment you rode him like that, grinding in slow circles, feeling him throb inside you while your walls pulsed around him.

Then you shifted your weight, pulling him with you until you were lying on your sides, still connected, his cock never leaving your pussy. His face was inches from yours, eyes glassy as he whined looking at you with need.

You tugged on the belt-leash, tightening it just a fraction. “Stop moving.”

Benito whimpered, his hips freezing even as his hands gripped your ass, squeezing the soft flesh desperately, fingers digging in like he needed something to hold onto.

“Mami te quiero… Te necesito por favor..” -Mommy I want you… I need you please..

You started rolling your hips slowly, grinding on him in that side lying position, controlling every inch of friction. You took him deep on each roll, then pulled back until only the head stretched you, before sliding back down. The angle let you feel every vein, every twitch of his cock as you used him exactly how you wanted.

He was a complete mess. Moaning, whimpering, eyes completely shut, breath hot as his lips were parted.

“Been thinking about this for so long,” you murmured, pressing your lips against his, voice low and teasing. “The way you used to look at me back then… all those shy glances when you thought I wasn’t paying attention. Staring at my legs when I wore shorts, moving your hands down on my hips when I hugged you too long. Like you wanted me to ruin you even then. My sweet boy… always so polite, but I could see how bad you wanted to be mine.”

Benito whined loudly, nodding frantically, his cock pulsing hard inside you. “Sí… siempre-always… Dios, you feel so fucking good. You’re so tight, wet… No puedo—” - I can’t—

You kept moving, slow and deliberate, clenching your walls around him on every roll of your hips, milking him. Your free hand slid up to cup his jaw, thumb brushing his bottom lip, slowly teasing it inside his mouth. “That’s it. Let me hear you, baby. Such a good boy for me now. All that big stage energy, millions screaming your name, and here you are… falling apart on my bed with a belt around your neck. whimpering like a desperate little slut for your best friend..”

His fingers dug harder into your ass, squeezing and kneading as he fought the urge to thrust. “Por favor… I’m so close—don’t stop, please— I need to cum, I need it so bad mama…” his voice got deeper.

You tugged the belt again, making the leather press firmer against his throat. He gasped, eyes fluttering, a broken moan spilling out. You rolled your hips faster now, fucking yourself on his cock with deep strokes, the wet sounds of your pussy taking him filling the room.

“Mírate,” -Look at you, you cooed, lips brushing his ear. “My Benito… so fucking hard for me. Throbbing inside me like you’ve been waiting years for this. You gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna fill me up while I ride you just like this?”

He was trembling, whimpering nonstop, hips twitching helplessly despite your command. “Si—aye si , por favor— I’m yours, always been yours— coño, voy a correrme—”-im gonna cum—

You clenched around him tighter as you hear those words slip out of his mouth, grinding down deep and holding there, rolling your hips in tight circles that rubbed your clit perfectly against him. “Cum for me then. Be a good boy and cum inside me. Let me feel it.”

Benito cried out, his cheeks were tinted pink at this point, the sound muffled against your shoulder as his orgasm hit. His cock pulsed and throbbed inside you, spilling hot, thick ropes of cum deep into your pussy while you kept moving through it, drawing out every last drop. His hands squeezed your ass so tight it would probably bruise, his whole body staying still with the intensity as he whimpered and moaned your name like a prayer.

You didn’t stop until he was spent and oversensitive, twitching inside you with every small movement. Only then did you slow, pressing soft kisses to his sweaty forehead, loosening the belt just a little but not removing it.

“What a good boy,” you whispered, stroking his hair. “Tan perfecto.” -So perfect.

He stopped right in front of you.

You didn’t think. This was a once in a lifetime experience. Your hand shot up, palm pressing flat against his chest. The fabric of his red shirt was damp with sweat, his heartbeat strong and fast under your fingers. You felt the heat of him, the solid muscle. Then your hand slid higher. Slow and deliberate, until your fingertips brushed the side of his neck, right under his jaw. His skin was burning. For a split second, you held him there, thumb grazing the edge of his collar.

Benito’s head tilted just slightly. Behind those dark glasses, you knew he was staring. His lips parted as he kept singing, but his gaze dropped to your mouth. No one had ever touched him like that during a show. It was bold, intimate. It hit him hard. Something possessive flickered in his chest. He was lucky the glasses hid how his eyes were kept at your direction.

You pulled your hand back, but not before letting your fingers drag down his chest again. He caught your wrist gently, still singing the chorus straight to you, voice low and rough. His thumb brushed over your knuckles, making it look natural like it was just part of the performance. However the way he held on a second too long told you otherwise. The crowd lost it, phones flashing everywhere, but for that moment it felt like it was only the two of you.

You felt like you were dreaming. Delusions coming to life.

He let go, flashed a half smirk, and kept moving down the barricade, but his head kept subtly turning back toward you. Even as he performed, his gaze found you again and again, like he was scared to lose you in the crowd.

Then security appeared. One of the guards tapped your shoulder and motioned you forward. Next thing you knew, you were being lifted over the barricade and guided up onto the house stage. Your legs felt like jelly. You were physically on the set. A few inches from him. The lights were hotter up here, the music louder, the energy insane.

Someone pressed a red cup into your hand: liquor mixed with what it seemed like fruit punch. You took a sip, the burn mixing with the adrenaline. You danced with the others up there, hips swaying, losing yourself in the rhythm, hair sticking to your neck from the heat. Benito made it look casual, like he’d just randomly picked a lucky fan, but you felt his eyes on you.

The next song switched to something even filthier. “Me Porto Bonito.” The kind of track that makes people dance closely to each other.

At the chorus, he didn’t even pretend to be random anymore.

Benito grabbed your hand, pulling you in smoothly. Your bodies came together like it was choreographed, but it wasn’t. His chest pressed to your back, one hand on your hip, the other still holding his red cup. You were both slightly drunk on the liquor. He sang the chorus low in your ear, voice gravelly and intimate, breath hot against your skin as your hips moved together.

You grind back against him slowly and teasingly, feeling the hard line of his body through his jeans. His grip tightened on your hip, fingers digging in just enough to send tingles in your stomach. He laughed softly into the mic, cheeks flushing a subtle red under the stage lights but there was nothing innocent about the way he rolled his hips with yours, matching your rhythm, letting you feel exactly how much he was enjoying it. The friction was deliberate, slow, sinful. Every grind sent sparks up your spine. His free hand slid a little lower, thumb brushing the waistband of your bottoms, teasing the skin there as he kept singing like it was normal for you to have your idol right behind you.

You tilted your head back against his shoulder, lips brushing his jaw for a second, and you swore you felt him exhale sharply. The crowd was screaming, but up here it was just the two of you in this bubble of heat touches. He kept the red cup in his hand, occasionally bringing it to his lips while his other hand stayed on you, possessive, like he didn’t want to let go.

The song built, and so did the tension, bodies slick with sweat, breaths mixing, that teasing grind never letting up. He leaned down during a break in the lyrics, mouth close to your ear, voice off-mic but still singing the words just for you.

Benito laughed, the warm sound vibrating against your skin. “Ay, para, mami… vas a asfixiarme.”

You giggled and squeezed again, teasing. “No me importa… quédate ahí!”

He chuckled and turned his head, playfully biting the soft inside of your thigh. The sensation made you jolt, strange but it felt almost good.

“Espera… hazlo otra vez,” you whispered, voice a little shy but curious.

“¿Otra vez? ¿Te gustó eso?” he asked, looking up with a playful smirk.

You nodded, biting your lip. “Sí… se sintió raro pero… bonito.”

He bit the other thigh gently, then soothed it with a slow kiss. His hands slid higher, carefully pushing the booty shorts aside. “Relájate, bebe. Déjame cuidarte…Voy a hacerte sentir muy bien. Solo dime si quieres que pare, sí?”

“Está bien… quiero intentarlo,” you answered softly, heart racing.

He pulled your shorts down slowly and settled between your legs. His breath was warm against your core. “Mírate… tan bonita y toda mía,” he murmured before pressing a gentle kiss right there.

The first slow lick of his tongue made you gasp. “Ay, Benito…” you breathed, fingers instinctively threading into his hair.

“¿Te gusta así, mi amor?” he asked, voice low and gentle, looking up at you.

“Sí… se siente… diferente. Pero no pares,” you replied, cheeks heating up.

He smiled against you and continued, licking long, slow stripes up your folds, savoring every bit. “Sabe tan rico… Me encanta tu sabor, mami.”

You let out a soft moan, hips twitching slightly. “Benito… eso… se siente bien-ay!”

He circled your clit with his tongue, slow and deliberate, while one finger gently rubbed the sensitive bundle of nerves. The pleasure built gradually, warm and tingling. You pushed his head down a little, needing more. “Más… por favor…”

“Así, mi vida. Móntame la cara si quieres,” he encouraged, his voice muffled but full of affection.

Your hips started moving on their own, thrusting gently against his mouth. “Ay Dios… se siente tan rico…” you whimpered, eyes fluttering.

He looked up at you often, dark eyes watching your reactions, making sure you were lost in it. His free hand slid under your t-shirt, finding your breast and massaging it softly, thumb brushing over your nipple in slow circles. You could feel him grinding himself down against the couch, but he ignored it completely. This was only about you.

“Benito… no pares… B-Beni..me gusta mucho,” you moaned, pushing his head down harder as your hips rolled more confidently.

He hummed in approval, the vibration sending sparks through you. His tongue dipped inside you, then returned to your clit, flicking and sucking gently while his finger kept rubbing steady circles. “Estás tan mojada, bebé… Tan sensible para mí.”

“Sí… es por ti..es por ti mi amor—!”you gasped, thighs trembling around his head. “Sigue… así… ay, se siente increíble.. coño papi!…”

The feeling kept building, slow and intense. You kept talking, breathy and needy. “Benito… tu lengua… Dios mío… no sé cómo aguantar…”

He didn’t rush. He kept the pace steady, licking and sucking, occasionally glancing up to see your face: mouth open, eyes half closed, lost in pleasure. His hand on your breast squeezed gently, playing with your nipple until you arched into his touch.

“Me voy a venir… voy a venir papi!…” you whined, trying to hold back, wanting to stay in this feeling longer.

“Aguanta un poquito más pa’ mi, amor,” he murmured against your core, switching to slower, broader licks to draw it out.

You kept thrusting against his face, fingers tight in his curls. “Benito… por favor… se siente tan bueno… estoy temblando…” you cried out.

He added a little more pressure with his tongue, still gentle, then he began sucking on your clit, still checking on you with those dark, loving eyes. His finger played around your entrance and moved in perfect rhythm while his other hand continued massaging your breast.

“¡Benito! Ay… sí… justo ahí….ahi!—” you cried out, hips bucking harder as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter.

“Córrete en mi boca… Quiero sentirte toda,” he encouraged, his voice deep and admiring how hot you looked right now.

Finally, the wave crashed over you. Your thighs clamped around his head as you came hard, moaning his name. “¡Benito! Me vengo… ay Dios!—…”

He kept licking you through it, drawing out every last tremble until you were breathless and shaking. Only then did he kiss your inner thighs softly and crawl up to pull you into his arms.

“¿Estás bien, mi vida?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your forehead, voice full of love. “¿Te gustó?”

You nodded, still catching your breath, a shy but satisfied smile on your face. “Sí… me encantó, amor. Te quiero tanto…”

“Yo también te quiero, mi vida…” he whispered, his head now laying on your chest as the ocean waves still hummed in the background.

He glanced around, then over at you.

Double taking.

“Hey! You having fun?” he shouted over the music, voice deep and warm.

You nodded, feeling the heat of his breath brush your skin, alcohol and something sweet like juice. He was staring a little longer than necessary, and you couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped.

You leaned up toward his ear. “Happy birthday!”

He didn’t catch it the first time, so his hand settled lightly on your lower back as he dipped his head down, ear inches from your lips. You repeated it, voice softer this time.

He turned his head, faces suddenly very close. “Gracias, mi cielo…”-Thank you, my darling. A slow lazy smile broke across his face, eyes lingering on yours.

He smelled good, clean cologne cutting through the faint alcohol scent. Before he could pull away fully, you blurted, “Is there anywhere I can put my sweater? I’m sorry if it’s a hassle, but I’m getting a little hot in here and don’t feel like carrying it. If not, it’s cool man, I can just—”

He laughed softly, shaking his head, that smile still there. He leaned back in close to your ear. “No te preocupes, papi.-Don't worry about it.

His hand left your lower back, and you immediately missed the casual weight of it.

He started weaving through the crowd, and you followed. For a second you lost sight of him in the press of bodies, but he turned, spotted you, and slid his hand behind your lower back again, drawing you in close against his side so you wouldn’t get separated. People kept shouting “happy birthday” as you both passed. He smiled and thanked every single one without missing a beat, polite even while guiding you upstairs.

At the end of the hall he pushed open a door: his room. It was surprisingly calm compared to the chaos downstairs, dim lighting, big bed, closet slightly open.

“You can put it right here,” he said, grabbing a hanger from the closet and handing it over, nodding toward the hook by the door.

You hung the sweater, hyper aware of his eyes on you. When you turned around, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching.

“I haven’t seen you at my parties before… not that I can remember,” he said, voice lower now that the music was muffled.

You gave an awkward little smile, stepping closer. “I sort of got dragged here… but I’m kind of glad I came. Your place is nice.”

He leaned back, upper body resting on the bed while his feet stayed planted on the floor, looking up at you with an easy, interested grin. “Yeah? Glad you let your friend win that argument.”

The space between you changed.

He lifted himself up onto his elbows, eyes locked on yours before slowly dragging down, observing you. His gaze was sparkly, almost glassy with want and desperate in a way that made your stomach tighten. It looked like he wanted to say something, but the words were stuck behind bitten lips and shy hesitation. He shifted slightly on the bed, thighs pressing together, clearly affected.

You stepped between his spread legs, voice dropping low and commanding. “What’s your name, birthday boy?”

“Benito…” he breathed, already sounding a little wrecked.

You smiled, dark and satisfied. “Benito…Tonight you’re going to do exactly what I say. Understand?”

He nodded quickly, biting his lip.

You pushed him flat onto his back and climbed onto the bed, straddling his waist but staying just out of reach of his hands. “Hands stay by your sides or above your head. You don’t get to touch me unless I tell you to. Got it?”

Benito’s breath hitched. “Y-yes… okay.”

You tugged his shirt up roughly, exposing his chest, then popped the button on those sparkly jeans and shoved them down just enough so the tip of his cock is peaking out from his boxer briefs. He was hard, thick and leaking against his stomach. You touched the tip with your finger, watching how his precum stuck to your finger as you pulled it back, watching his hips jerk.

You kicked off your own pants and boxer briefs, leaving yourself bare from the waist down, and positioned yourself over him. You sank down slowly, taking every inch until he was buried deep inside you. There was a broken moan Benito let out that made you clench around him.

You started riding him with slow, controlled rolls of your hips, hands braced on his chest. He was already whining, trying so hard to keep his hands where you told him.

“It feels so good… por favor…” he whimpered, fingers twitching against the sheets.

You leaned forward and pinched both of his nipples between your fingers, twisting just enough. Benito threw his head back with a sharp cry, back arching off the bed at the sudden intense sensation.

“Ah—puñeta!”-fuck! His voice broke, hips bucking up involuntarily.

“Did I say you could move?” you asked calmly and sternly, still pinching and rolling his sensitive nipples while you continued riding him at your own pace. “Keep your hands down. This is my cock tonight. You just take what I give you.”

He nodded frantically, eyes watering of overwhelming pleasure already gathering at the corners of his eyes. “Perdóname—sorry, I’m sorry… it just feels—mmmg—” his accent thickened but his pitch slightly raised. Needy more than ever.

You slapped his face lightly, then harder the second time, the sound sharp in the quiet room. “Quiet. Or I stop and leave you like this, all desperate for me.”

Benito bit his lip hard to muffle himself, but soft, needy whimpers still spilled out every time you bounced on his cock or pinched his nipples again. You rode him faster, grinding down deep, using him exactly how you wanted. Every time his hands started to lift toward your hips, you slapped his cheek and pinched his nipples harder until he forced them back down, sobbing out little pleas around the pain and pleasure.

“Look at you,” you growled, voice low and mocking as you slammed down onto him. “Such a desperate, whiny little slut on your own birthday. Can’t even keep your hands to yourself.”

You shoved two fingers into his mouth, pressing down on his tongue. “Suck. And don’t you dare cum until I say so.”

He obeyed instantly, moaning loudly around your fingers, tongue working desperately while drool slipped down his chin. His eyes were glassy and completely fucked out, staring up at you like you owned him. You rode him harder, the wet slap of skin filling the room, occasionally slapping his face again when his moans got too loud or his hips tried to chase you

You felt his cock start to throb hard inside you, his thighs tensing beneath you as he got dangerously close. Benito's eyes squeezed shut, a broken, muffled whine vibrating around the room.

You immediately slammed your hips down and stopped moving completely.

"No," you said calmly and commanding. "You don't get to cum yet."

His eyes halfway opened and desperate, lips parted as he felt himself close.

Pathetic needy sounds kept escaping out of him as his hips twitched helplessly, trying to fuck up into you. You leaned down and licked his neck up to his earlobe until he cried out, back arching sharply off the bed.

"Hands stay down," you reminded him coldly when one of his hands instinctively started to reach for your thigh. "This is my cock. I decide when you cum."

You sat back up and stayed perfectly still on top of him, feeling every desperate twitch and pulse of his cock buried deep inside you. Benito was shaking, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes as he looked up at you with pure desperation. Your fingers slipped back into his mouth, his tongue working weakly around your fingers, drool now running down his chin and onto his neck.

"Por favor..." he tried to beg around your fingers, the word garbled and broken. "Please, I'm so close-déjame-" -let me-

You slapped his face, harder this time, the sharp sound cutting through his pleading. "Did I say you could speak?"

He shook his head frantically, more tears spilling as he forced himself to stay quiet, though soft, whimpering sounds still leaked out.

After a long moment, when his breathing started to even out just slightly and the edge began to fade, you started moving again. Slow, grinding down on him deliberately. Benito's head fell back against the bed with a guttural moan, eyes rolling slightly.

You removed your fingers from his mouth and wrapped them around his neck, slowly tightening your grip.

You rode him like that for a few torturous minutes, bringing him right back to the brink, feeling his cock swell and throb inside you again. Just as his body started to tense and his moans turned into frantic, high pitched whines again, you pinched his nipples one last time. “Cum for me…now.”

Benito came with a muffled, broken cry, body shaking violently as he thrusted his hips up and spilled deep inside you. The feeling pushed you over the edge right after, clenching tight around him while you rode out your orgasm.

You slowed down your movements. When you finally lifted off him, he let out a soft, needy whine at the loss, chest heaving.

You leaned down, kissing his reddened cheek gently. “Good boy, Benito. Happy birthday.”

He must have felt it too. His hand gently turned your chin toward him, and your lips met in a slow, deepening kiss. It started tender, familiar, but quickly grew heavier, tongues brushing, breaths mingling. You stayed tucked against his chest at first, head tilted back to reach him, but the angle made everything feel more urgent. Without breaking the kiss, his hand slid down your body slowly, slipping his hand beneath the waistband of your pajama pants and then under the soft cotton of your underwear.

His fingers found your clit with gentle precision, rubbing in slow, careful circles. The touch was electric, new and overwhelming in the best way. You gasped against his mouth, lips parting on a soft moan.

“¿Estás bien, mami?” -Are you okay? he murmured against your lips, voice low and husky, thick with that gentle concern that always made your heart stutter.

You nodded quickly, breath hitching as the pleasure built under his touch. “Y-yes… i-it feels good.”

He kept kissing you through it, slow and deep, until the need to be closer became too much. Benito shifted, carefully rolling you onto your back while staying connected at the lips. He hovered over you then, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes, searching for any hesitation. Finding none, he sat back on his knees and removed his shirt, then tugged his sweatpants down, kicking them off the side of the bed. His cock sprang free, hard and flushed, the sight of him making your pulse race.

He leaned down again, one hand bracing beside your head as he used the other to guide himself. The thick head of his cock rubbed slowly between your lips, teasing your entrance with gentle pressure. Your breath caught at the unfamiliar sensation.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he whispered, voice rough but controlled.

You nodded, fingers curling around his bicep as he began to press in. The initial stretch burned. The sharp, stinging pressure made you tense, nails digging lightly into his arm. He went agonizingly slow, watching your face the entire time, jaw tight with restraint.

A small whimper escaped you. He paused immediately, kissing your forehead. “Respira, amor -Breathe. It’s okay, I got you, mama.”

He inched forward again, centimeter by careful centimeter, until he was fully seated inside you. The fullness was intense and too much—but beneath the ache was something deeper, warmer. He scrunched his face, a low groan rumbling in his chest.

“Fuck… Te sientes buena, mami,” -You feel good. he breathed, the words shaky with how tightly you were gripping him.

“Slower… please,” you managed, voice small.

He nodded without hesitation, hips moving in shallow, deliberate rolls instead of thrusts. One hand came up to caress your cheek, thumb brushing tenderly across your skin as he studied every flicker of expression on your face. His other hand slipped between your bodies, fingers finding your clit again, rubbing soft, steady circles. The added stimulation made you wetter, the discomfort easing as your body adjusted and welcomed him.

Gradually, the pain faded into a deep, building pleasure. Benito’s hips picked up a slow rhythm, sliding in and out with more confidence now. His eyes never left yours, dark and awed, like he couldn’t believe this was happening. That you were letting him have this part of you.

The pace grew heated. He dipped his head, tongue flicking lightly over one of your nipples before drawing it into his mouth, sucking with just enough pressure to make your back arch off the bed. A sharper thrust followed, deeper this time, and you cried out softly, one hand flying to his back, nails raking down his skin hard enough to leave red trails. The wet sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, mixing with the low sound of the TV. His balls were slapping rhythmically against your cunt, the slick glide of your combined arousal growing louder with every movement.

Something strange began coiling tight in your stomach, a pressure that felt almost too intense, foreign and overwhelming.

“Baby… my stomach, it feels—” you gasped, voice breaking.

“Let it go, mami,” he murmured against your breast, voice strained but encouraging. “Cum for me.”

You shook your head frantically, overwhelmed. “N-no, baby… I don’t think… it feels— ah! Oh my god. Oh my god, oh my god—”

Your orgasm crashed over you without warning. Your eyes rolled back, legs trembling violently as your hips bucked up against him. The pleasure ripped through you in waves, clenching tight around his cock. Benito groaned deeply, wrapping one strong arm around your arched back to hold you close as you shook beneath him. He didn’t stop moving, riding you through it with deep, steady thrusts, his mouth pressed to your chest, moaning hotly against your skin.

Only when your trembling started to subside did he pull out with a shaky breath. He stroked himself once, twice, and spilled across your stomach in warm pulses, his forehead dropping to your shoulder as he caught his breath.

For a moment, the only sounds were your ragged breathing and the muffled dialogue from the TV.

Benito recovered first, now pressing soft kisses to your collarbone, your neck, your jaw. “You okay nena?” he whispered, voice gentle again.

You nodded, still dazed, a small, shy smile tugging at your lips.

He reached for his shirt, carefully cleaning his cum off your skin with gentle care. When he was done, he tossed the shirt aside and pulled the blanket up over both of you, wrapping it snugly around your bodies. He guided your head to rest against his tattooed chest. His heartbeat was steady under your ear, sounding like a lullaby.

He kissed the top of your head, then your temple, murmuring soft Spanish endearments against your hair. One arm stayed locked around your waist, the other hand gently stroking your back in slow, soothing circles.