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.

It was late evening, the sun painted the earth a beautiful orange that you couldn't help but choose to lay inside the tent. And you weren't alone. Sean was next to you. He was sitting up with his hand doodling something on his notebook, a lit cigarette hanging right between his lips.

You didn't say anything but just stare at him. You weren't much of a smoker but after everything that went down. It's now nothing but just a stick of ecstasy. To be honest you've seen and dealt with worse. This is nothing that's gonna ruin your life.

Though seeing the person you grew up with now entirely different but somehow the same was mind boggling.

Suddenly Sean looks down at you and he smiles, taking a drag from his cig before laying down to face you, his elbow supporting his upper body. He hands you his notebook and you take to see what he drew. You laugh when it was you with bunny ears.

Of course he and his brother are wolves, yet you're the bunny in the stories he told.

"You like it?" He said and you nodded before handing the notebook back to him to place aside.

Now his attention was focused on you.

He takes another drag and tilt his head the other way to avoid blowing the smoke on your face.

Guilty enough, since the day you caught him smoking, you've always wanted to try it. It's probably just you being easily influenced or that he makes it look so good that you just want a taste of it. Because now everytime you smell the hint of nicotine, your mind instantly thought of him.

It was embarrassing how obsessed you were of him.

"What are you thinking about? Hm?" He asked when he noticed the look on your face.

He knew you long enough to know whenever your mind was drifting off. You chuckle, a bit unsure if you should be entirely honest or make something up. But you knew him well, he wouldn't be the type to judge you.

"If I tell you, you won't make fun of me" You said and the corner of his lip twitched upwards.

"Depends on how bad it is" He said all cheeky which made you roll your eyes.

When you were gonna roll to the side to have him face your back. He laughed and quickly grabbed you by the arm and shoulder to roll you back to face him. He looks at you, mustering up the most regretful expression he could to gain your pity.

"I'm an ass. Forgive me?" He said and you let out a defeated sigh before nodding. He smiles.

"So what is it?" He asked, taking another drag of his cig while waiting for you to answer.

You watch him blow out the smoke under his breath and you looked away, now wondering if it's a good idea to ask, but hey, you guys literally went through hell on earth to get here.

You'll live.

"I wanna try smoking" You said and he stopped when he was just about to get another hit.

He looks at you, like really study you.

"You... you wanna try smoking?" He raises his brows with a amused grin and you could hear the teasing in his tone start to come.

"My sweet innocent bunny wants to smoke like the big bad wolf?" He coed as he cupped the side of your face, leaning in to smooch you on the cheek which make you roll your eyes.

"We're the same age dumbass" You said and he chuckles, he takes one last drag of his cigarette before handing it to you.

You adjusted yourself, letting your elbow balance your body to meet his level. Hesitant, you extended your hand to carefully take the lit cigarette from his hand and he watches you cautiously when you examined the thing that's now in between your fingers.

"Be gentle when you inhale" He advised and you nodded it.

You placed it between your lips and you could feel the wetness of the cig from being previously used by Sean. Even with this bad habit you're possibly gonna pick up, you couldn't help but find it romantic. You inhaled, gently, just like you're told but the taste was too strong that you ended up coughing.

Without wasting a second, almost he knew this was gonna happen, he handed you his bottle of water that has been sitting beside him. You coughed and handed him back the cigarette before pretty much drinking half of the water inside. You grunt softly, trying to clear your throat but the terrible taste of the cigarette was still in your mouth.

"That was bad..." You stated, a very visible frown on your face and Sean couldn't help but narrow his brows at your disappointment. You actually did better than his first time.

Then he had an idea.

He studies your face for a second before finally deciding to do it.

"You trust me baby?" He asked and you turn to look at him. You nod without question.

He take another hit of his cigarette and with the smoke in his mouth, he holds you gently by the face and guide you to his mouth. You follow without resistance. With your mouth pressed against his, he slowly exhales the smoke into yours. Even with the bitterness of it all, you could careless about it.

"Mm.." He hummed from the warmness in his chest before pressing his lips harder against yours.

And that ignited something in you.

Almost like it's second nature, you placed your hand over his and kissed him passionately. He chuckles into your mouth before cutting short into a whimper, his body growing weak when letting you suck on his tongue to taste the nicotine. You coughed, just a bit but it didn't bother him at all.

Instead he grabs you by the waist and lay you down to get on top of you. Pulling back, he takes the last drag of his now finished cig before putting it out on the ashtray. You smile when he catches your lips back in his again. With your arms wrapped around his neck, his hands held your face securely in his palms.

"Mi vida..." He uttered as he devoured the taste of your saliva.

Your mouth now contaminated of him and the cigarette smoke. And what excited him even more was that you didn't mind it all. It was like you were allowing him to corrupt your body and it made him feel even more helplessly in love with you.

In his eyes you really was his innocent bunny.

By the time he ran out of the smoke, he pulls back, both your chests heaving and lips swollen from the long minutes of making out. If there was no smoking involved, this would have continued on for another hour. He smiles, adoringly down at you before carefully resting his body weight atop yours.

His head on your chest while he took your hands to place them on his back. You chuckle as you do so and start caressing his back like he always loves it. He nuzzles his head affectionately against you which had you run your hand through his hair, then placing a firm kiss on his temple.

"Can I say something?" He asked, with his face pressed against you, it made his voice low like a tired kid after a day of playing in the backyard.

"Yeah" You look down at him, studying his face. His focus on rubbing the texture of the skin on your arm.

"If you ever wanna smoke... please just use me..." He uttered the last part almost like he was afraid anyone would hear.

You chuckle. Not being able to resist it. Not when he's being this selfish with having you using him as your personal bong. How he would be upset to see you actually use an actual cigarette instead of just calling him.

"I will baby" You said and he smiles, closing his eyes to relax and listen to your heartbeat.

You don't say anything further but just twirl your finger around the wavy locks of his hair.

On the bus, you found yourself seated next to none other than Sean Diaz, he had been tutoring you Spanish since the start of the month. How it even happened was that you were struggling in class and he just happened to approach you to offer to tutor you. Maybe your stress was radiating off too much in the classroom but still.

It was odd. Definitely odd.

Because you guys weren't THAT close.

You two have only talked a couple of times but nothing deeper than that. Like the time you accidentally bumped into him in the crowded hallway, how he helped you to get your drink since it was too far out of your reach and the time you asked to burrow a piece of paper.

But that's just interactions.

Its a whole different story when it's glances.

You'd always catch him staring at you, even when he's running track he'd seize the chance to at least get a look of you from across the field. You might be pushing it but once during lunch break, you sat with your friends and was busy chatting about some random topic until you locked eyes with him.

He was sitting by the table that just happened to be in your viewpoint. You caught him looking at you, his head supported by the palm of his hand that all you could make out was his eyes. Discreetly, he shifted his attention back to his friend, trying to play it off like he was just simply looking at something else behind you.

Odd. That's the word to describe it.

The bus stops and Sean got up. Instead of walking off, he stands and wait for you to get up, letting you walk ahead of him so he could look after you. With the two of you walking side by side on the pavements, you watch the bus drive off with your mind occupied.

At first you figured he had a crush on you, but now you might have a crush on him. Ironic huh?

Maybe it's the little things he does for you that makes you feel seen.

Or how he was always so nice to you.

Or maybe it was the way he was so understanding with you even when you weren't doing well.

"Careful" He places a firm but gentle hand on your shoulder when you almost tripped on a bump.

Your body tenses as you stopped yourself in time.

"Thanks" You said, a bit embarrassed at how you were too deep in your head to look at the path ahead of you.

He doesn't say anything but shoot you a warm smile.

Sooner or later you guys make it to his house. The moment you step foot inside, you could hear his little brother playing around in his own room. Then you turned to see his dad looking through the bills on the kitchen top. When he sees you, he grins, your constant visit to their house has made him pretty much familiar with you by now.

"¿Cómo te fue hoy en la escuela?" He asked and you bit your bottom lip, regretting the fact that you told him you were being tutored Spanish.

Because now all he does is speak Spanish to you.

"Bueno" Was all you could muster up and he laughs wholeheartedly.

"Come on. Hey dad" Sean said to you before greeting his dad.

You didn't say anything further and simply followed him to the dining table where you guys settled your bags to take your books out. As you sat on the chair, Sean sat right next to you, making sure he was close enough to teach you everything. Even though it has been days of being tutored by Sean, you weren't making as much progress as you should.

Not when it was hard for you to focus properly.

He was close to you. Very close. So close that you were able to make out the texture of his skin. You could tell he took care of it because of the lack of acne scars left behind. Shamelessly, your eyes shifted to his lips, it was so plump for a guy. When you looked up, his eyes were already looking at yours.

"Did you get that?" He asked but you were too busy admiring his face to have listen to a single word he said.

"Oh yeah.." You ended up answering, well you could recall only a few words but that should be good enough right?

"Good" He smiled and tapped on the open book with the pen in his hand. You looked to see that he was waiting for you to answer the question.

(Question 1) Which verb conjugation is correct in this sentence?

"Ayer ella _____ una manzana."

A) comió

B) come

C) comerá

D) está comiendo

You stare at the paper, you're masking it but the inside of your head is sounding alarms right now. He definitely explained each of the multiple choice answers to you but you were too busy staring to even listen. Fuck... he mentioned something about come right? Might as well.

With your hand pointed at your choice of answer, you looked at him like a 6 year old kid would to their dad during math lessons. Sean tilts his head, his face remaining neutral. The suspense was intense until he suddenly shook his head. Fuck! Okay maybe it's C then.

"What does ayer mean?" He asked, stepping in before you make another wrong guess.

You definitely know this. But your doubts are eating you up that you can't answer. How you even passed your other Spanish test the past grades comes as a surprise now considering the position you're in. It's probably the long period of holidays that made you forget pretty much everything.

"... yesterday?" You said, uncertain yourself and he notices.

"Yes, and what did I say about the choices? Hm?" He scoots closer that your knees are now practically touching. You gulp.

Both at the touch and also because you didn't listen to a single thing he said.

"I..." You sigh. Honestly screw it, its not like you're talking to your Spanish teacher who's literally the spawn of Satan himself.

"Sorry I wasn't listening. I was busy thinking" You admitted, kinda anxious if he was gonna be disappointed at you. It's not like you were even paying him anything for spending his time on tutoring you.

"I know" He said and your neck nearly snapped from how fast you turned to look at him. You could see his lips twitch, struggling to conceal a smile.

"I just wanted to see how long you were gonna play pretend" He added and you could only stare at him in disbelief.

Now you just look like an idiot.

"Look... I noticed you haven't been focusing much" He pointed out, your declining performance too hard to oversee.

You panicked when you considered the fact that he's probably planning to stop tutoring you. To be fair why should he when you're not even committed to learning? It's pathetic to say, but you really didn't wanna lose the moments you'd always share with him after school.

"I'm sorry. There's just been a lot of things on my mind and if you don't wanna tutor me anymore—" The moment you mentioned that, Sean's eyes dilated, startled you'd even think of that.

"Ohnononono I'm not gonna drop you. I wanted to say—" He goes quiet when your focus was fully on him now.

He gulps, not realising how scary this moment would be.

No matter how many times he has practiced in front of the mirror.

All that rehearsing now pointless now that you're in front of him.

"I really like spending time with you. Like a lot. You're so pretty—" He stops himself short again when he realises your brows were narrowed from attempting to make out the message he was trying to convey.

Was he mad at you? Or is he trying to be gentle with the lecturing?

Lost, he cringes at himself and looked away with his eyes shut. You don't know what he's thinking to himself right now but you could tell he was nervous from the way his chest rises and fall. He sighs before turning back to face you again. His eyes now open and his hands reaching for yours, his warm fingers interlocking with yours.

"Me gustas mucho... y creo que estoy enamorándome de ti" He said, his tongue fluent and his demeanor more confident now.

Your eyes widened when you could make out the words "me gustas mucho". All the time of being forced to watch soap operas finally worth it. So... that means he DOES like you, just like how much you like him back. He clears his throat. Sensing that you finally understood what he was trying to say, he chuckles.

"I've been thinking about this for weeks… and I didn't know how to tell you but... I wanted to ask you out... would you go on a date with me?" He asked, finally gaining the strength to ask you and you bat your lashes at him.

"Yes" The words jumping out of your mouth faster than you could even think over the offer.

He stares at you, surprised you even said yes. He didn't think you'd actually say yes. He just felt like he was someone out of your league. Suddenly his dad coughs very loud from the bathroom, doing the usual father gurgling noises in the shower that it made you two laugh.

"How long have you liked me?" You asked because you had to admit, your chest was fluttering full of butterflies right now.

"Since I first saw you? I know it's weird..." He rub the back of his neck awkwardly and you couldn't help but blush a little.

"I saw you were having a hard time so I thought I'd take the chance to help you out" He said, his hands giving yours an affectionate squeeze and you squeeze back.

"I'm glad you did" You said and he smiled at your statement.

"Good... but now..." He picks up the pen and taps it back on the open book.

The very same question you're still stuck on.

You let out a tired groan and he simply chuckles at your behaviour.

For the rest of the afternoon, it was easier for you to learn and make progress on the subject now that you felt at ease enough around you. He watched as you answer the questions, one hand resting over the back of your chair and the other on the table.

Approval on his face as he nods to every correct answer you gave. And even when you made a mistake, he was patient with you. Just grabbing your hand and guiding it to the right answer instead.

"Good job" He smiled with his hand tucking the strand of hair behind your ear. You looked at him, satisfied with everything.

Its been days, no, months since you and Daniel was urged by Jacob to this crazy church. You tried to oppose it, everything, how they're filling the kids head with all this prophet shit but for what you got in return is being thrown out. You remember shouting and kicking the front door for hours until you gave up, exhausted, both mentally and physically.

Almost like everything crashing down, you began sobbing, pathetically in front of a church. It wasn't just that it's been months you've been here, but the fact it's been months you've seen Sean. The fact he was in police custody now was still hitting you hard. First you remembered sleeping in the tent and the next Daniel is running to you, bleeding from his shoulder and crying about something wrong.

Next thing you know you're stuck here, the burden of looking after Daniel now harder with Sean no longer here to carry that burden with you. At this point Daniel might as well be your little brother. Suddenly you heard footsteps and you turn to see a woman instead of one of those cultists. Shes probably mid 30s, you're not sure, but you narrowed your brows at the awfully resemblance she had with Sean.

Okay now you're really starting to lose it.

"You okay?" She asked and after whatever conversation came, she was nice enough to offer you a place at the motel.

Even with the place to stay, you'd spend your everyday sitting outside the church. Shouting at them or trying to find a way in before getting kicked out again. All your attempts would have been comical if this wasn't really happening to you. Tired, you rest your back against the front door of the church.

Maybe you were desperate, who knows, you couldn't help but just mutter a little prayer.

Something between you and God himself.

Its honestly ridiculous how you're now doing something you never found yourself to be doing years back.

Ugh...

"Baby?" Your head perked up instantly at the familiar voice.

There he stood, a patch on his left eye and his long hair now a buzzcut. You mouthed a "what the fuck?" at what you thought is probably your hallucination of Sean. Not sure if this is the effects of your choice of choosing to spend your free time harassing a church under the hot sun.

Suddenly, he rushes over to you, not wasting a second to press his lips over yours. His hand placed firmly around the side of your neck while the other wrapped around your waist. Your body slowly gives in the moment you realise this was all real, it was too good to be true, how he even got away you could care less about.

He was here now and that's all that matters.

The kiss was messy, small gasps in between. No matter how many times he pulls back, he always pushes his lips back onto yours. Your taste acting as his source of life, as though he's hypnotised by it. After what felt like forever, he pulls back and looks at you, really look at you, both his hands holding the sides of your face.

"You're okay..." He muttered, his tone hinting the worry he had this whole time when away.

"Yeah..." You smiled as you leaned towards his palm.

You took him back to your motel, once you were both inside, you could properly explain the time of events that went down when he was gone. From the running away, surviving and whatever the hell happened here. By the time you were finished, he stays quiet beside you. You didn't push it. You knew this was a lot to process.

"Fuck.." He curses as he holds his face in his hands. Instinctively, you reached out to hold him in your embrace and his body obliges and let's you hold him.

He rests his head on your shoulder, the room quiet but you could feel how loud his mind was thinking of everything. Then he sighs, an attempt to distress and take it one at a time. Your hand traced circles on his arm, letting him take the time he needs to collect himself.

"I thought I won't be able to see you again." He said, reaching for your hand to hold it as his thumb rubs over it soothingly.

"Me too." You said. The amount of times you debated if you should head back to find him was stupid, but you knew you couldn't do it, not with Daniel being put at risk.

"How's your eye?" You questioned since you didn't recall Daniel mentioning anything about that. Sean sits up, letting you get a proper view of his patch.

"Hurts a little. Doctor says I'll never get my vision back" He said with a shrug.

"...but hey, at least I can still see you with this one" He smiled and the way he looked at you so fondly, it reminded you of the version of him before everything that went down in Seattle.

You blush, unable to help it but you tried to hide it by looking away.

"Don't—" You didn't finish your sentence but he knew what you wanted to say. His gaze now full of amusement.

The familiarity of the warm feeling he gets when teasing you, when you get so flustered that you just get mad. God he misses all of this.

"Too late" He murmurs, scooting closer to hold you by the chin to turn your head and make you look at him.

You were pissed, but in the way he always likes it.

He smirks, your expression just fueling his playfulness. Then he kisses you, soft and gentle, almost how he did the first time he kissed you. Then the kiss grew desperate and before you know it, he got up to lay you down onto the mattress to hover on top of you. You didn't fight it but rather kissed him back when he lowered himself to catch your lips in his.

His elbow was pressed on the cushion as support as his thumb stroke your cheek affectionately. Little whispers like "I love you" and "missed you" being said from him. The kiss was slow but passionate, no worries of being rushed and the reassurance that you were here with him in the present. His lips soon trailed from your mouth to your jaw, then your collarbone and whatever skin was exposed on your cleavage. You hooked your legs up and that's when you felt it.

Something hard pressing you between your thighs.

This wasn't the first. Certainly not the first. There have been countless times where you and Sean have made out and things got heated, but neither of you guys pushed it, but this time, this time it felt different. After almost losing each other, you realised the need was harder to restrain, and you could tell he felt the same way.

You could tell from the way he was rocking his hips against you every now and then, his hand digging into your hip, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to know he was trying to remove any space that ever existed between both your bodies. He didn't wanna say. He didn't wanted to be the one to ask for it. He looked at you, eyes pleading like a wounded wolf.

The last thing he'd want to do is force you to do something you weren't ready for.

And you knew, you knew from how destroyed he looked trying to compose himself that his hips were stuttering each time he grinded against you.

You grabbed his face to level him in front of yours.

"Do you wanna try it? We might never get the time again.." You asked and it was like you said the magic words. He nods, almost too fast that you couldn't help but chuckle a little.

"I wanna..." He nuzzles his head onto the warmness of your neck. He hesitates, almost embarrassed to say the rest of his sentence.

"What is it?" You said when he grew quiet.

"I wanna taste you... please..." He begged and the control you had over him now was immense.

"Okay baby" You said, granting him your permission and he whimpered in response, the thought itself already making him grow impatient.

He places long lingering kisses across your neck, the same time his hands moved to unbutton your jeans. When he has it completely off you and you were now left in your panties. He couldn't resist himself. He gently folds your legs up with his hands, his touch somehow burning your skin now that his face is leveled with your core.

He leans in, pressing his nose against the thin fabric and inhaled your smell deeply. The arousal was enough to make his head spin. With his thumb, he pushes the fabric aside to reveal how slick your pussy has gotten just from making out. He'd be lying if he said he didn't felt prideful at this moment.

Slowly, almost cautiously, he sticked his tongue out and licked the nerves across your slit. The feel of his warm tongue made your body flinch, your hand naturally extended to be placed on top of his. He noticed, and with his eyes glued to your face, he presses his mouth completely against you, swallowing and sucking your clit so delicately.

"Y-Yes.." You huffed out, your eyes shut as you arched your back. You didn't even realise it but your body was eagerly pushing it all down onto his mouth.

And he didn't mind it.

Instead, it just encouraged him even more.

He pulls back, wetting his two fingers completely with his saliva before slowly inserting it inside of you. The moment he curls them and starts to pumping the two digits in and out of you in a rhythmic pace. You could've sworn that you were seeing stars. With the feeling of his hands and tongue working on your pussy, it made it hard for you control your voice.

It wasn't that you wanted to alert the people from the other rooms, but he wasn't considering on caring about that part.

He looks up at you, his eyes examining every expression you made. Your mouth agape and brows narrowed from the pleasure made him worship you even more. This wasn't just about fulfilling his desires, it was about him showing how much he had missed you during those months locked away in that hospital. How much he loves you and how many nights he had dreamed of your touch.

Suddenly he felt your insides begin to twitch and your thighs shaking. You were close and he could tell. He hums softly, his head moving ever faster to help you chase your high. Your moans acting as his indicator on how near you were to breaking apart under his touch.

"I— I'm close...! Mmh!" You whined and his fingers pumped deeper.

"Let go baby, just let go for me like a good girl" He said, placing a quick kiss on your inner thigh before continuing his abuse on your clit.

With his words ringing in your head, your voice pitching higher from each stroke of his tongue. The room was now shamelessly filled with the lewd sounds of his rapid slurping and your pussy being fingered. You groaned with a loud moan following up when it finally hit you, your orgasm washing over your body like forest fire.

Overwhelmed, your body tried to scoot away but he grunted, using his arm to press you down to savour the prize of his work. You whimpered, helplessly as he swallowed the last drop of your orgasm. With your mind focused on steadying yourself after the intensity, you failed to notice the sounds of him taking off his clothes.

It was when he held your face that you finally acknowledged his presence. He kisses you on the forehead, long enough to make your chest all fuzzy inside. When he pulls back, he looks down at you with a soft smile. His eyes nothing but pure adoration towards you.

Even with the sweet moment, you couldn't contain yourself, not with the fact you could feel his erection just resting against the sensitive spot between your legs.

"Please.." You begged which made you ever more irresistible to him. He chuckles, tucking your hair behind your hair to get a better look of your impatience.

"One at a time cariño" He held your hand to place a quick peck on your knuckles.

Not long after, he reaches for your legs to push them up against your chest, patting gently on the side of your thighs to tell you to keep it up for him. And you did just that which earned a "good girl" from him. You watched as he adjusted himself, how everytime the bed dipped under his weight somehow making you more excited.

Soon he aligns himself to your entrance. He swallows hard, if you were close enough, you could've been hearing his heartbeat beating hard against his ribcage. The moment he lock eyes with you, the anticipation in your eyes, the trust you had in him, he sighs, completely in love. He grabs your hand and decided to have it placed against his chest, letting you feel him.

Slowly, he pushes himself inside, every inch deliberate and gentle for you. His hands had moved to rub your hips tenderly as he cooed you through the process. Even though he was aroused with everything happening now, he wouldn't risk hurting you. A soft breath escapes from his lips when he sinks deeper and deeper inside you while you threw your head back to the pillow from how full he was making you feel.

Your body taking him like you were made for him.

Your hand rest on his shoulders and it was beginning to be hard for you to keep your eyes open. But the way he looked so dreamy trying to be gentle with you made the view hard to look away. When his pelvis was finally pressed against yours, he chokes on his own moan as his eyes fluttered shut.

"Is it good?" You said, dazed from the feeling.

"So good" He breathes out, voice shaky, almost like he's being broken apart.

"God... so— so good" He chuckles, lowering himself to kiss you on the lips.

You squeak when you felt him start to move his hips, slow but deep enough to make your back arch towards his chest. He smiles into the kiss, his hands tugging you to take off your shirt and your bra. Once the fabric slips off, he was fast to take your breast in his mouth, he traced his tongue around it which stimulated you further.

"Tan buena para mi... mi vida..." He whispers, softly against your bare skin.

With your body fully adjusted to his, he began picking up the pace. Each thrust hard enough to make your moans drown out the sounds of the bed creaking. He keeps his forehead close to yours when he started to move faster, breath mingling with short gasps and soft moans that it made you even more needy.

You rolled your hips against him and he places his hand firmly on your back to provide support to help you match it to the pace of his thrusts. The bed creaking louder now with the increased friction. He watches your face, the flush on your cheeks and the way your lips part. It made his body shiver that he couldn't help but nuzzle his head onto your neck.

"Te amo..." He whispered, his accent coming out so naturally with his mind overtaken by the heat growing between both bodies.

That's when he felt it.

You were squeezing him even more than before. He let's out a low whimper as his body jolts. You were close and so was he. Suddenly he shifts his hand to grip the headboard and you yelp when he began to thrust himself into you harder and faster than ever. At this point the two of you were loud enough for the whole motel to hear.

"There— mmh!" You bit on your bottom lip when he was hitting all the right spots.

The sensation was undeniably good that it was a struggle to keep your legs up, the second your legs fell, his hand was fast to hold it back up. He presses his lips back on yours, your teeth and tongue clashing into each other that he didn't care about your saliva getting all over his lips.

With the knot tightening in your stomach and his hips stuttering, he buries his face onto your chest as he repeatedly utters "te amo" until his voice chokes out. The pleasure hits you both hard. Your hands digging into his back while his groan is muffled by your skin. You could feel the way he was spasming inside, coating your walls full of him that you whined at the warmth.

Using whatever strength he has left, he thrusts a few more times to ride out the pleasure before going still. The room now just sounds of heavy breathing. Without letting another second pass by, he wraps his arms securely around your body to hold you tight, almost afraid you'd evaporate if he didn't. Slowly he lifts his head up to place comforting kisses on your cheek.

"Did you like it?" He asked as if the answer wasn't obvious enough.

"Yes" You giggled and he smiles, pleased by your reaction.

Eventually, the two of you cuddled up on the bed after the intensity of everything. He holds you in his arms while he watches you doze off. With his free hand, he couldn't help but trace his hands across the features on your face, admiring you like the first time but never the last. He rests his chin on your head, letting you sleep against his chest as he inhaled the smell of your hair.

sean complains that you’re being wasteful. you suggest he eat them instead, since he’s such an advocate for olives. yuck.

for the next three months, every time you go out to eat, sean takes the olives out of your sandwich and places them in his own. he eats and smirks at you, clearly taking the piss out of being the one to stomach the vegetable out of the two of you.

“see how i didn’t die?”

“whatever.”

one day, you’re ordering alone and decide to add olives to sean’s usual. if he likes olives so much, he can get double — both yours and the add-on. you extract the olives that were inevitably in your sandwich in the car and layer them in sean’s.

when you make it back and start eating with your boyfriend, sean visibly grimaces, staring down at his lunch.

“what’s wrong?” you ask.

“just…” he chews slowly, “so many olives. i can’t take it.”

your hand lovingly musses sean’s hair. “oh, i added olives to your sandwich when i was ordering. sorry, honey.”

“… why would you do that?”

“well, because you’re always eating my olives. i thought you loved them.”

“babe, i hate olives.”

Your mind went totally blank at solutions. How could you think of one when the heat beating down on you and Felicity made your mind go fuzzy? And the dire situation you were in didn’t help. Your gaze nervously flitted; the sun was way above your head but climbing across the sky quickly, nobody was driving on this road for miles, and even if there was, there was little chance either you or Felicity would be able to get help from them keeping in mind your very limited Spanish vocabulary. 

You were hot. And uncomfortable. And starving. 

Tense, grim silence settled between the both of you as you let your head hit the back of your car. You never thought about what it’d feel like to burn and starve to death, but you sure were getting a taste of it now. 

You nearly came to terms with your mortality when Felicity gasped, perking up. Your lidded eyes lazily drifted to her.

“I know someone who can help!”

You rolled your eyes as you shielded your eyes from the sun, “You just now thought of somebody?”

“He’s like a mile down this road and he’s the best mechanic I know in Puerto Lobos!”

“A mile!?” You repeated, your hand dropping to your side. It was quickly clutched to your chest upon feeling the hot sting of the black asphalt. 

Felicity was on her feet, temporarily blocking the sun’s assault on you. “Come on, we only need to push the car for… maybe 20 more minutes?” 

Twenty. Whole. Minutes.

Well.

You reached out for Felicity’s hands and grunted when your own hands slipped out of them with little to no friction. You wiped the sweat off your hands on your pants and tried again, letting Felicity pull you up to your feet. You heaved a breath, whispering a quick ‘thank you’, and turned to the damned brick causing this mess. 

Just twenty more minutes.

A third of an hour stretched into more than half as the Corolla’s tires rolled towards your destination. Felicity tried to start small talk but not much was said between the two of you when all you could manage were stifled grunts. You almost moaned with relief when you spotted a quaint garage slapped in between a couple shops. It was a little busier around this area, but few cars drove into the garage. 

You guys would probably be the only ones in there. 

Adrenaline rushed through your veins at the thought of finally resting. Spanish bounced around the cluttered garage as you rolled your car over the curb and past the open garage door. You slumped against the trunk, nearly cursing out loud from exhaustion but you just barely remembered your manners. 

Your eyes swept the repair shop. 

Tools you could barely name were hung up on the walls, barrels were pushed into corners, and the strong scent of diesel overwhelmed your nostrils. A lanky and clearly agitated teenage boy lugging around a tire emerged from a side room. He gave you a judgemental look up and down before yelling out. 

“Sean, there’s people here for you.” Heavy footsteps sounded from behind you. You whipped your head around. 

“Ugh, Daniel, if this is another prank—“

Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest. You thought you were seeing double when a man with nearly the same face as… ‘Daniel’ walked out from a hallway. But, upon closer inspection, this Sean had facial hair, a scar brandished on his cheek, and a black artificial left eye. His furrowed thick dark eyebrows relaxed at the sight of you and Felicity. The corners of his lips worked up just slightly. 

Felicity ran up to him, greeting him with some handshake you paid no mind to. You couldn’t stop looking. 

Black hair slightly curling at the ends fell over his sweaty forehead, licking at his eyelashes. He needed a trim, or a headband, but you prayed he wouldn’t find his way to either. Sean had a confident stride. His fingers were blackened with oil and grease, and it rubbed off on Felicity’s clothes when they went for a hug. 

His mouth was moving. He was speaking, but you didn’t hear anything, too entranced. You barely thought to close your mouth when he turned to address you, slowly repeating your name after Felicity introduced him to you. 

You swore his eyes got sparklier when he stuck his hand out, “I’m Sean. Nice meeting you.”

You abruptly came to your senses and realized just how sweaty your palm was. You timidly wiped it off on your legs before taking his hand and shaking it. “Likewise…” you stammered. 

“You wanna tell me what you’re doing all the way out here?” He put his hands on his hips and smirked as he shifted his weight to one leg. 

As Felicity explained your guys’ desperate situation, you kept to yourself. You thought if your eyes lingered on Sean for a second longer, you’d implode and splatter your insides all over the garage. But, Sean, couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. While Felicity was explaining how the Corolla wouldn’t budge even with the pedal glued to the floor, Sean was meeting your gaze and chuckling to himself when you instinctually looked away. You let Felicity handle everything since she seemed somewhat close to Sean and faded into the background, looking around the repair shop in lieu of engaging in the conversation. 

Your mind drifted. Sean was wearing a faded black t-shirt with short sleeves, exposing his stained arms. You bet you could chalk up how toned his forearms were to all the work he did, fixing busted up cars and carrying large parts. There were fans parked in nearly every crevice of the room, but you could imagine they went out of order at times, forcing him to change into thinner tops or forgo wearing a shirt altogether. Oh, the conditions the unbearably hot weather would put Sean in.  

Suddenly, your flushed skin looked less like a consequence of you putting in work under the sun and more like the result of a straying train of thought. Daniel walked up to you, offering you a bottle of cold water. The condensation clung to the plastic enticingly. You took the bottle and gave your thanks with a small smile. He didn’t smile back. 

Your friend found a seat to lounge in around the garage while Sean approached you. He lifted the hood of your car and peered into the guts. “This yours?” He grinned at you.

“Er, yeah,” you mumbled. “Got it for my 16th.” 

“Heh, I was supposed to get a car for my 17th, too, but that… didn’t really work out.” Sean reached for his belt and pulled out a tool you didn’t recognize. 

You crossed your arms over your chest. “I bet you ride super hot cars now, right?” 

He mirrored your small smirk. “You could say that. I… have a low rider for fun, but I drive around in a tiny little compact truck.” 

“When did you get it?” You turned towards the hood of the car.

“As soon as I got to Mexico. Some guy was just… giving it away and I had to snatch it up before anybody else could. I basically saved her.”

You giggled. “What a savior.” 

You were metaphorically glued to Sean’s side as he fixed your car, getting to know him and how much he loved drawing in sketchbooks and using ink, listening to bands like Red Hot Chili Peppers on a busted MP3 player, and skateboarding whenever he found the time to practice. You had to, on multiple occasions, school your adoring gummy expression. Slight tremors plagued your features at the thought of Sean catching onto your infatuation with him. You couldn’t tell if he was feeling the same way, but damn if your feelings were outed first. 

Two hours passed without you even feeling it. You had it in you to feel a little embarrassed. For the past two hours you’ve been following Sean around like a puppy, looking over his shoulder and even sitting down next to his mechanic creeper when he went to look under the car. Sean never made you feel stupid or annoying for constantly pestering him. Maybe he liked the attention. Maybe he was waiting for you to realize it on your own and correct yourself.

You sighed. 

You scooted back and planted your hands and feet on the floor, preparing to shift your weight so you could stand. Sean’s hand reached out from under the car and hesitated. It looked as if he was about to grab your ankle to stop you from moving away

“Uh— W-where… are you going?” Sean stuttered. 

Stuttered. 

Sean’s stuttering around you.

You slowly lowered yourself back to the ground. “Nowhere.” 

You found it so difficult to hide your overly enthusiastic smile. It’s not like you had to. The only person you were worried about seeing you like this had his head stuck under the front bumper. 

“So… about that concert,” Sean reminded you. 

You perked up. “Oh, yeah! It was so good. Really immersive. The only downside is my friend and I, not Felicity, paid for nosebleeds, so we had to watch most of the show from…” 

Your gaze wandered as you described your first ever concert experience and unfortunately it landed on Felicity. She was definitely comfortable, butt tucked into a tower of tires and limbs splayed out haphazardly. She quirked her eyebrows up at you suggestively, pursing her lips and making kissy noises. You rolled your eyes and attempted to ignore her. 

You were in the middle of dissecting one of your favorite sons from your teenagehood when Sean rolled out, visibly dirtied up. You quieted immediately, eyes widening with piqued interest. He was wearing a pleased smirk. 

“Try starting your car,” he ordered proudly. 

You scrambled to your feet and fished your keys out of your pocket. Sean fully stood up and moved out of the way. You opened the driver’s side door, shoved the keys into the ignition, and started the car.

Purring like a kitten.

“Yes! Fuck, yes, thank you!” You shouted, locking eyes with Sean from inside the car. You stumbled out. “How much do I pay you? I think I left my wallet somewhere…” You trailed off as you patted your pockets. 

“Don’t worry about it, it’s on me.” Your jaw dropped. 

“Seriously? No, you can’t do that,” you frantically shoved your hand into your thinning wallet. 

Sean’s hands clasped over yours. “I promise it’s fine,” he pleaded softly.

Oh. Okay. 

You shyly maintained eye contact with Sean as Felicity groaned. 

“Can we get out of here now?” 

Barely a week passed without you bothering your friend about how much you wanted to see Sean again. It’s not like you had any real reason to get up and see him, anyway. Your car was working just fine. You weren’t even using it much these days, opting to explore Puerto Lobos on foot. 

But… maybe you could find a reason to see him. 

Or rather make one? 

You stood over your car with your hands on your hips, peering into its guts. You felt like an evil surgeon deciding its fate. You didn’t know shit about cars and knew even less about what could be easily broken without much consequence. The alleyway you had stowed your car in was anything but quiet, clouding your mind and making it that much harder to think, but soon you decided. A tiny red thing that fits in your pocket. Your car did make a soft noise when you removed it but Sean could handle that himself. 

You steeled yourself to push your car down the block, blissfully ignoring the concerned bystanders. Your muscles ached and burned, still affected by the whole ordeal two days prior, but you had a one track mind. Instead of Sean welcoming you into the garage with open arms and a beaming expression, you were met with Daniel’s teenage angst. 

“What are you doing back here?” He grumbled as you wiped your hands off on your shorts. 

“Ah,” you gestured to your car, “my car won’t start.” 

You held his deadpan stare for a few agonizingly silent moments before he opened his mouth. “Have you tried putting the keys in the ignition?”

Is this kid serious? “Yes, I’ve tried that.”

“Let me look at it,” Daniel said begrudgingly, pushing himself off the desk he was leaning on. 

Wait. Shit. 

You didn’t push your car down the block just so your target’s sassy little brother could fix your car before you could even see him. You searched for an excuse for why Daniel couldn’t put his hands on your car in a frenzy, eyes batting around the garage. You prepared wholeheartedly to lie. 

“Uh, you know, maybe—“ 

“Daniel, who are you talking to like that?” 

Your head turned on a swivel towards the familiar soft voice. 

Fuck, it was Sean. Sean, who was clearly reeling back from a particularly heavy nap, was shirtless and standing right behind you. Deep lines were imprinted across his chest, running over intricate tattoos that you so desperately wanted a closer look at. His a-little-too-big jeans hung low on his hips. Low enough for the waistband of his pinstriped boxers to peek.           

You pressed your lips into a tight line to stifle any embarrassing sound that might come out.

Lidded, sleepy eyes landed on you and widened. “Oh. Hey.” 

Suddenly Sean had it in him to be self conscious, wrapping his arms around his own waist and blushing. You’d smile at his shyness if you weren’t as — if not more — flustered than him. 

“Hey…” You repeated back bashfully. At the back of your mind, you could hear Daniel making his departure known with an exaggerated sigh.

“Sorry, I’ll go get dressed properly—“

Your hands stuck out in protest. 

“W-wait, no—!” What the fuck were you doing? “It’ll, um… be quick!”

Sean raised an eyebrow, “Okay… What’s up with your car? I just saw you a few days ago.” 

You pulled a nervous smile as you prepared to lie through your teeth again. “Thing won’t start,” you shrugged, “just… ka-put.” 

‘Ka-put’? You mentally pinched yourself. You couldn’t be acting a fool in front of Sean like this. 

“Let me see…” Sean popped the hood of your car and swept the components with his eyes. A small smile started to creep on his lips. He looked back at you with a soft smirk and your stomach dropped. 

He stretched out an open hand, “Give it to me.”

“… Give what to you?” Your lower lip trembled as you spoke. You swore Sean could smell the fear on you. 

His smirk broadened. “You know what. Give it to me.” 

You couldn’t keep eye contact with him as you shoved your hand in your pocket and dug out the rotor arm. You dropped it into his waiting palm like a dog spitting out something it wasn’t even supposed to have in its mouth. 

Sean snickered as he fixed the rotor arm back into your car. “Did you fuck with your car on purpose?” 

“… No.” 

“Yes, you did.” 

“No, I didn’t.”

“Rotor arms don’t just fall off out of nowhere,” Sean crossed his arms, tilting his head to the side. 

“Well…” you shook your head, “mine does.” 

Sean leaned into your personal space and you steeled yourself, drawing a deep breath and holding it, unmoving. You stubbornly held his gaze. 

“Why’d you do that? Hm?”

“I don’t need to tell you anything.”

“Did you want to come and see me?”

You flushed with embarrassment. “You think too highly of yourself.”

“You know you could’ve just… asked,” Sean’s voice dropped to a whisper. “I want to hang out with you, too.” 

You swallowed thickly. This was too close and too intimate for two people who met a week ago. But Sean was so clearly into you, and you were so intensely entranced by him. What could go wrong? 

“… Do you want to hang out?” 

Sean grinned so sincerely it made your chest hurt. “Yeah. Let me put some clothes on.” 

You let Sean go get situated without a hitch, and suddenly you were left alone with your own thoughts. 

You suggested the two of you hang out and he just… agreed. Without even asking where you guys would go or what you would do. Maybe Sean had a place in mind, which would explain why he accepted without missing a beat. Had he thought about this as much as you did? Did he mull over places to take you? Was he thinking about you during that week you guys were apart? 

Are you insane for turning this into something deeper when the two of you barely knew each other? 

You chewed on your nail. You never chewed your nails. But you had to put this energy somewhere. Fuck, your heart was hammering in your chest and your palms started to dampen with sweat. This was the worst time to second guess yourself — minutes after securing a somewhat date with the guy you liked. 

Weighted footsteps saved you from being too lost in your own head. A hand gently tugged your wrist away from your face. 

“Nervous?” Sean asked. Now he was wearing a loose gray sleeveless top.

You chuckled breathlessly. “Yeah…”

“Don’t be. We’re just gonna drive around, probably stop near the beach.” 

“If we’re gonna stop near the beach,” you started before walking around your car and opening the trunk. Inside was a 6-pack of beers that wasn’t even broken into yet. Sean tilted his head, bewildered but smiling. 

“Did you already have this or did you put it in your car just for this? You know, since you planned this.” 

“It just,” you shrugged, “wounded up in there.” 

“Yeah, yeah, okay,” Sean giggled as he wrapped his fingers around the handle and lifted the pack. You fondly watched the muscles in his arms tense up before realizing what he was doing.

“Uhm, where are you taking it?”

“I have a cooler of ice we can put it in.” 

You chuckled, following his footsteps without a second thought. “Just lying around.” 

“Well, yeah,” Sean said. “I was expecting you.” 

That was weird. Why did he say that? You tilted your head to the side and squinted, mulling over Sean’s answer in your head. Your lips parted in preparation to ask a question, for clarification, but Sean had already disappeared around a corner. You hurried to catch up to him. 

You trotted behind him through the storage room and out the back door to the beachside of the garage. There, a small white truck waited for the two of you, frying in the summer heat. Grains of sand stuck to peeling paint and that did nothing but add to its charm. In the bed of the truck was a cooler, already filled to the brim with ice. Your eyes followed Sean’s every movement as he opened it and scooped ice cubes out to make room. 

“So…” you kicked up some sand, “what did you mean by that?” 

“Mean by what?” He smirked over his shoulder. 

“Why were you expecting me?” 

“Well… Your car wasn’t going to last long without another trip to the garage.” 

You fought back a wide and knowing smile, crossing your arms. “And why is that?” 

“I just… moved some things around. No harm, no foul, right?” 

Christ. Of course the two of you lunatics would tamper with your poor car in order to see each other again. “I guess that makes us even.” 

Sean flashed you a charming smile before closing the cooler once the last beer bottle was snugly tucked in between the ice. He rounded the truck and climbed into the driver’s side. You mirrored him, sliding into the passenger’s seat. Comfortable silence blanketed the car as Sean started it up. You could feel the engine rumbling underneath you, the vibration loosening your anxieties. His truck stumbled off the beach and onto the main road, eagerly rolling after the setting sun. 

The two of you passed playful quips back and forth as the scenery changed around you. You weren’t paying attention to how buildings were starting to space out or how the grass looked considerably drier the farther you went down the road. The conversation you were having with Sean was too entertaining to notice anything else. 

Only when Sean parked at the edge of a cliff and turned off the ignition did you realize where you were. 

Your head turned on a swivel as you surveyed your surroundings. Rock and loose dirt stretched out for miles behind you, the quaint town you were just in appearing as tiny dots in the distance. Laid out below the cliff were vibrant blue waters splashing onto an empty beach. The sun bounced off the ocean, making it shimmer enticingly. 

You clamped your open mouth shut once you saw Sean smiling at you, looking all smug. 

“Gorgeous, right?” He said. 

“Yeah,” you breathed. “Really pretty.” 

The two of you crawled into the bed of the trunk, right next to the red cooler covered with condensation. You cracked the trunk open and grabbed a beer, whistling low when the frigid glass hit your skin. You passed it to Sean and he accepted it with a grateful smile. Your fingers lingered on the bottle for a second too long before you let go. Sean spotted this, of course, and you knew because his gaze so hesitantly tore away from your face. You could hear the satisfying hiss of Sean opening his beer next to you as you grabbed your own. 

You leaned against the cabin of the car, fondly watching the sun dip behind the horizon. Sean tilted the neck of his bottle towards you. You flashed a toothy grin as you tilted yours, the glass meeting with a clink. You always forgot how bitter the first sip of beer was with you drinking alcohol so sparsely, but you got over the taste quickly. 

You could feel your spine loosening up, your tongue relaxing in your mouth. Fuck, this is why you didn’t drink. It became so much easier for you to just say what was on your mind. You squeezed your eyes shut and focused on trying to keep your inhibitions. 

A hand gently patted your thigh and you tried your hardest not to jerk. 

“You okay?” 

“I’m okay, you’re just…” You trailed off. 

Sean’s dark eyebrows rose. He leaned closer to you. “I’m just… what?” 

“I don’t know. You’re here and… I like you a lot. I don’t know what to do with myself.” Holy shit. You barely even drank from your beer and you were just letting everything spill. “Sean?” 

The man in question chewed on his bottom lip before answering. “Yeah?” 

You wordlessly sipped your beer as you held eye contact with Sean. Something deep in you stirred just from watching him hide his widening smile behind his bottle. The warmth of the sun lazily lifted off your skin, leaving a comforting chill behind. You were annoyed with how relaxed you were, your eyelids getting increasingly heavier as the alcohol neared the bottom of the bottle. You didn’t flinch when Sean’s hand cupped the nape of your neck.

“Lightweight?” He asked, thumb rubbing circles into your flushed skin. You nodded meekly. 

“Yeah,” he sighed, “me, too.” 

You sucked your lower lip in between your teeth, which drew Sean’s keen eyes to your mouth. You felt the brush of Sean’s breath against your skin and couldn’t remember how your faces got this close. Your gaze flickered between Sean’s lips and his dilated pupils. Your hand found the junction where Sean’s neck connected to his shoulder and rested there. 

Waves crashed into the shore, crickets chirped from their hiding places in the tall, dry grass, and the heavy, labored breathing shared between the two of you were the only sounds that could be heard for miles. Sean’s lips were so close. Just right there. All you had to do was lean forward. 

You parted your own lips and inched closer. Sean just slightly backed away, barely missing your mouth. Your heart sank. 

His fingers gripped the back of your neck a little tighter, but not to the point it hurt. Just enough for you to be aware of his hand and where he had you. 

“You wanna kiss me?” 

You nodded shyly, not quite meeting Sean’s eyes. His other hand held your jaw. 

“Come on…” he nudged, brushing his thumb against your chin. He wanted you to talk. Fuck. 

“… Yes. I wanna kiss you.” 

Humiliation burned your face. You didn’t know your voice could sound so vulnerable and wimpy. 

His hands led your lips to his, the skin connecting for a soft kiss. You pursed your lips for another kiss before Sean could pull you away. The quiet wet smack coaxed a low-pitched whine out of you. 

“It’s good? You liked it?” Sean murmured into your mouth. You could only whimper in response. 

“… You wanna kiss me again?” A small smile twitched on his lips. He was too smug, enjoying this more than he should. You shook your head this time. 

Your kisses cascaded down Sean’s jaw, his neck, the sliver of collarbone that was exposed by his muscle tee as you shifted to straddle his legs. Sean panted above you. His hands lost themselves on your scalp. 

“Wh… what are you—“

You peeked up at him, locking eyes. Your mouth paused on his skin and your hands froze just above his waist. You waited for a go-ahead as patiently as you could, blissfully ignoring the way your heart was damn near jumping out from your mouth. 

Sean murmured a curse under his breath out of pure wonderment. His hands stroked your face graciously before pulling your head against his chest, planting a kiss along your hairline. 

You parted to scoot back, clutch his hips, and drag them forward. Your hands massaged the heated skin of Sean’s abdomen, hiking his shirt up his torso. Your head dipped to litter kisses along the ridges. A full-body shiver shook you as your lips grazed the dark hairs leading from Sean’s navel to below the waistband of his jeans. You lifted your head and found Sean watching you with parted lips and bated breath. 

“You wanna…?” You whispered.

Sean’s hands were already on his belt. “Ah, yeah, hold on…”

The accessory was loosened enough for him to comfortably unzip his fly. Drool leaked from your mouth and landed on his jeans as he pushed the waistband further down his thighs, soaking into the fabric. You quickly wiped your lips in hopes Sean didn’t notice but it was already too late. 

He giggled, the sound mocking. He placed a hand on the top of your head and gently pushed down. “You can come closer… if you want.”

“Sorry, I’m… I’m a fucking mess right now, god…” You blabbed pathetically, gaze trained on every movement of his fingers. 

“You ever done this before? Would you be able to handle it?” 

“Mhm…” You had never even been near someone’s crotch like this. Your pulse was racing underneath your tongue and this was the most nervous you felt ever. 

“… But you still need help, don’t you?” 

This was so humiliating. This was so humiliating and you were actively enjoying the way Sean was talking down to you. You nodded again, slow and docile as Sean held your chin with one hand. “Yes…” 

You let Sean pull his own boxers down, gulping down a deep breath when his cock gently tapped your lower lip. Your mouth instinctually opened, coaxing a quiet chuckle out of Sean. You wanted to hate how much he was amused by your antics. You wanted to hate it so desperately. But there was no denying how every demeaning offhanded comment made your mind feel fuzzier. 

You pouted as Sean softly smacked his tip against your lip all while wearing a bitten back, perverse smile. 

“Sean…” You pleaded. 

“Hehe, right, I’m sorry, mi angel,” he said with a shameless expression, clearly unapologetic. 

His thumb delicately pried your mouth open. Your attention was averted to Sean’s focused face. His lower lip was held in between his teeth as he so tenderly fed his cock into your mouth. Your jaw went slack as it tried to accommodate the weight on your tongue. The sensation was addicting, curling warm pleasure in between your thighs, you had to have more. 

You pushed your head forward a little too deep, a little too fast, and tragically choked when the head of Sean’s dick slammed into the back of your throat. You were forced to pull your mouth off of him and try to catch your breath, blubbering like an idiot as Sean panicked over you. 

Sean’s fingers caressed your jaw. “Fuck, are you okay!? Was that too much?” 

“No, I was just…” you mumbled dumbly, “being stupid.” 

You bent down and tried again, timidly taking Sean’s cock in your hand. This time, you pressed your lips against the weeping head, staining your bottom lip with precome. This earned you a low groan from Sean. His fingers stroked your hair as a method of encouragement. You kitten-licked the wet slit beading out precome while your fingers slightly tightened around his base. Sean’s free hand slid to wrap over yours. 

You left a few more kisses on the sensitive skin before languidly slipping it into your mouth, as much as you could. You didn’t want a repeat of what happened a second ago so you took your time. Dark hair tickled your nose when you fitted most of Sean into your mouth. God, this was the most indulgent situation you had ever found yourself in — sucking the dick of some guy you met a week ago on a vacation to Mexico in the bed of his truck. 

You moaned deeply, the vibration rumbling through Sean’s cock and luring a matching, high pitched sound from Sean.  

You placed a hand on his stomach for leverage and let his cock fall mostly out of your mouth in one fell swoop before catching it again. Fuck, you were so sure you were making a fool out of yourself, moving so awkwardly. You peeked at him, fully expecting Sean to be watching you with a bored expression, like he would prefer doing anything else. 

His eyes were incredibly wide and star-struck. Sean wasn’t watching you with a smug face and a teasing comment at the tip of his tongue, but rather drooling and waiting, so eagerly. His needy pout was all you needed to keep going. 

Your head bobbed shallowly at the tip of cock as your hand gently worked the rest. Now, you could hear just how much Sean craved you. It was hard to tell what he was saying exactly, as it was all under his breath and in another language, but your ears picked up on a few mentions of your name.

You gradually sped up. It was hard not to say it was overwhelming with how your nose smelt nothing but Sean’s sweat and musk, your mouth and tongue sliding around his dick, and your jaw aching. It was enjoyable, but so much. At least you had a show to watch in front of you. Sean, bent over you, gripping your hair and shuddering. He had been careful not to be too controlling at the start, but now, all the caution was abandoned. 

“Tanto talento… such a good mouth,” Sean praised, eyes blissfully shut. 

Your hollowed cheeks burned at the indecently whispered compliment. You had to keep going, to see Sean unravel in front of you in real time. 

Spit and precome started to dribble down the length of Sean’s cock, making the process all the more smoother. Sean couldn’t keep himself quiet anymore. Not that he had to. The truck was surrounded by nothing but beach and dirt and empty roads. He cried out expletives, guiding your head and pushing when it became too much to bear without coming quickly. 

You let Sean practically manhandle you, fucking into your mouth while you squeezed your eyes shut and tried not to gag. Or, at least, gag in a way that was off-putting. 

“F-fuck, ugh—“ He sobbed, canting his hips. You held back a noisy whine when he full-on held your head down. Thick, sappy liquid flooded your throat without warning except for a high pitched mewl from Sean. 

His body slumped against the cabin of the truck as he sat through the aftershocks of his orgasm, his fingers lingering in your hair. His dick had slipped past your lips and fell onto his stomach, limp and sated. When Sean opened his eyes, panic flashed across his face when he realized you were holding something in your mouth. 

“Oh, my god, shit, I-I’m so sorry!” His hands couldn’t find one place to rest. “I should’ve warned you or something, here—“

Sean cupped his hand in front of your mouth.

You stayed frozen. 

His eyebrows knitted together. “Come on, spit it out!” 

You swallowed thickly. It was salty. 

Sean’s mouth hung open in shock as you wiped at your lips. “Why did you do that!?”

“I just… wanted to,” you reasoned simply. “How was that? Did you like it? It actually was my first time, though, sorry.” 

Sean let out a breathy laugh as he dragged his hands over his blissed out face. He cupped them around yours. 

“It didn’t feel like it was your first time… You’re really good with your mouth, you know,” Sean smirked before planting a kiss on your forehead. 

“Th-thanks…” You muttered shyly. 

Sean turned his head to the abandoned cooler sitting next to the two of you. 

“You can try to wash your mouth out with some of the beer we have left over… Sorry, again.” 

“It’s okay, Sean,” you reassured him. “I probably would have done that even if you didn’t push me down.”

A smile bordering on cocky curled Sean’s lips. “Would you? The next time?” 

“… The next time?” 

“Yeah… the next time you’re back here.” 

You chuckled, “Sean, I’m here for another week. Are you that excited to do this all over again?” 

Sean bit back a grin watching you laugh. “Well, give me your number at least. I… want to be able to talk to you whenever I want.” 

Sean bowed over you, holding you down, careful but firm. Like you were akin to something sacred. He sure acted like you were, never missing a beat to rain praises down on your bare body. Every husky murmur sunk into your skin, seeping into your pores to warm you up from the inside. His lips had pressed against your jaw, your neck, your chest until he could map out your entire being from memory alone.

Falling into bed wrapped around Sean always ended like this — slow, thick, and incredibly intense. You couldn’t pinpoint a time you weren’t repeatedly pushed to the edge, both physically and emotionally. You supposed this was the point of sex, to share both pleasure and exhaustion in the name of love.

Sean’s lips desperately searched for yours. The rumble of his whines served as a gentle hum against your cheek. You met his mouth with your own, whispering ‘I love you’s in between every kiss. The hot coil in the pit of your belly tightened, burning worse as Sean’s tongue licked into your mouth. The overstimulation was getting to you. Your brain was so foggy and every thought depleted your already drained energy. You parted your lips to plead your boyfriend to speed up, to save you from this state of limbo, when a drop of wetness landed on your cheek.

Confusion crossed your mind, weakly cutting through your impassioned stupor. You wiped at your cheek and glanced at your fingers. Clear and thin. You looked up.

Tears stained Sean’s flushed, colored cheeks. Sweat rolled off the tip of his nose as he quietly whimpered above you. His chest subtly heaved with every stifled sob. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, full-on crying once his weepy expression was out of sight.

This was all so sudden and so unusual that your hands were frozen in place for a long few moments as you tried to process. They reached for Sean in a panic as you whispered, voice raspy and concerned.

“Sean?” Your hands found his chin and the nape of his neck. You held Sean’s head above yours, allowing yourself a full view of his damp cheeks. “What’s wrong? Are you okay, baby?”

He didn’t respond at first, blubbering your name in a manner that was almost downright pathetic. Your hands tenderly caressed clammy skin in an attempt to soothe him. You repeatedly tried to coax an explanation out of him, a reason as to why he was sobbing into your neck.

Or at all.

“Do you want to stop? Hm…?” You tried again. He solemnly shook his head, parting his quivering lips to mumble.

“N-no, I just… I can’t…”

“It’s okay, Sean, we don’t have to keep going—“

“Wait, please,” Sean begged pitifully. “I-I don’t want to stop, please don’t make me stop, honey—“

Your fingers gently carded through Sean’s sweat slicken bangs. “… Then tell me what’s wrong.”

Sean laid his head on your falling and rising chest, pressing his ear right above your jackrabbiting heart. His hands slid down to cradle your waist. You figured he could use some time to recollect himself, to gather his thoughts. Your hands absentmindedly wandered into Sean’s mussed hair, languidly playing with the strands and scratching his dampened scalp.

Enough time passed without a spoken word for you to guess Sean had fallen asleep without confessing to you. You drew a deep breath, mentally pocketing this until later. You tilted Sean’s head up by the chin just to double check how asleep he was.

Sean met your eyes with watery, dilated pupils and a trembling bottom lip.

“Oh,” you breathed, pulling your boyfriend in for another fond kiss. He reciprocated languidly, slowly pursing his lips into yours. Sean’s mannerisms were loose enough for an actual conversation.

“You wanna tell me what that was? You’ve never cried like that before…” Your hands stroked Sean’s hair as you held eye contact. Sean’s gaze was heavy lidded and yearning. His hips wearily rocked into yours.

“I just… fuck, I need you so badly,” he admitted into the tiny space between you. “I-I don’t know, I’m just feeling so much. It’s… It’s good, you’re good — you’re so good — I can’t help but cry.”

Your mouth opened and closed, helpless and dumbfounded. You weren’t sure if you understood but thankfully, Sean wasn’t done.

“You’re so good to me… I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” Pleasure began to build in your gut again while Sean’s hips gradually followed an almost ravenous pace. His fingers were aching around your waist as he held you in place. You were barely given a chance to console your boyfriend when you started to pant into his mouth, vision fuzzy and unfocused.

You didn’t have a clue what the fuck was going on. You had never seen Sean so open, so sincere, so raw. He was completely vulnerable in between your legs. The two of you were in the middle of the most intimate sex of your life when he just started… crying. Not because he was upset with you or particularly sad about anything, but because he was overwhelmed with how much he loved you.

Something deep in you shifted.

You had rarely seen Sean cry, and you wished more than anything to never be the cause of it. But this? This you could get used to. The fact that you just being you could get Sean to act besides himself like this was thrilling. You bit down on the deep and ragged moan threatening to escape your mouth. The only sound ringing out in between the four walls of your bedroom were your stifled groans, your boyfriend’s murmured praises, and the perverse sound of his skin striking yours.

The quietly uttered sound of your name brought you back to the one sided conversation at hand.

“I-I’m… so happy no one gets to see you like this. You’re mine, okay?” Sean’s nose slotted next to yours, eyes blissfully closed. “Please don’t let anyone touch you.”

“I-I won’t,” you said. You could swear Sean was trying to reach deeper with every thrust after that confirmation.

“Promise…?” He choked.

“I promise, Sean,” You repeated, firmer. “You’ll be the only one.”

Sean cursed under his breath, fucking into you with reckless abandon. He apologized profusely as his hand cascaded down your body to intertwine fingers with you.

He held your joined hands against his chest. “I know this is too fast for you, honey, I’m sorry—“

You gasped, “N-no, please, faster—“

Your fingers tightened around Sean’s as he so mercifully led you to your peak. Pleasure crashed down on you in intense waves, rippling through your muscles without a care. A loud cry stalled in your throat as your thighs tightened around Sean’s waist, your ankles crossing behind his back, essentially locking him in place. Sean’s clouded and wide eyes found yours in a panic.

“Come on, babe, are you sure? You want me to?” Sean mewled.

You nodded feverishly, not even trusting your own mouth anymore. Your bliss barely waned when Sean spilled into you, warm and overpowering, muttering your name under his breath like a sacred vow. His exhausted body laid its full weight on top of you. The two of you huffed into each other’s mouths, just staring into the other person’s eyes. The dim lighting didn’t allow you to see much, but nothing would stop you from watching the way both love and lust swam in Sean’s blown out, adoring pupils. A certain fondness always glazed over his eyes whenever he looked at you.

You held his face in your hands and kissed him all over.

“I love you. I love you so much.”

Sean quietly repeated the sentiment as he kissed back, sluggish and lethargic.

It was a lazy Saturday morning. You were woken up by the sound of your boyfriend cooking in the kitchen and the warm sunlight that barely covered your room through the blinds.

You got up to brush your teeth and wash your face, noticing faint marks left by your pillow on your cheeks.

Making your way to the kitchen, you heard Benito whistling a tune and balancing a full plate of food on one hand while having a glass of orange juice in the other. He turned around and jolted when he saw you.

“¡Ay, diablo!”

You laughed and quickly put your hands under his to catch anything that might fall. “I’m so sorry!”

Benito blinked slowly with a smile, “¡me asustaste!” he said before taking another step to kiss your forehead. He chuckled as he noticed the now less visible marks on your face. “Dormiste bien.”

You chuckled and brought your hands to your cheeks, trying to rub off any remaining signs of sleep. Benito thought you looked adorable in your sleep clothes. You always wore a shirt of his that covered you like a short dress with no pants on. He was sometimes jealous that you could wear his clothes to bed and not the other way around.

“Quería traerlo para ti,” he said and proudly showed you his culinary work. There were four different pieces of toast, each one with a different coloured topping. There were avocados, bananas, tomatoes and scrambled eggs; all with different seasonings and spreads. “Breakfast in bed.” He added, as if he’s trying to sell it to you.

“Beni, oh my god,” you giggled, “why… what’s the occasion?”

Benito went around you towards the bedroom, “porque sí.”

You followed him and he stopped right next to your side of the bed, signalling with his head for you to get under the covers. You rolled your eyes in amusement and sat on the bed, pulling the blanket over your legs. The two of you couldn’t stop smiling widely as he stepped close and set the place on your lap and the glass on your night stand.

“Ta da!” He sang softly, making you laugh once again.

“Thank you, baby,” you said, making Benito swoon and bend down to give you a kiss. He left the room to do some house chores he didn’t want you to do, as you ate your meal and checked your phone. You wanted to yell out and let him know that he doesn’t have to spoil you like this, but it was too enjoyable for you to protest.

It was as if Benito had a secret sense because once you were done he walked in the room and took the tableware from you. “¿Estaba sabroso?”

You nodded and licked your lips, to which Benito smiled ever wider and made a celebratory movement. He rushed out of the room and practically threw the dishes in the sink before coming back to see up again, planning on helping him with the task.

“No, no, quédate en la cama,” he said and gently guided you to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Now can you tell me why you’re doing this?” You asked, completely smitten by him.

Benito felt the same and got down to his knees to kiss you. “Solo quiero,” he said quietly. He trailed kisses down to your neck while his hands already made their way to your panties. He couldn’t wait any longer and pulled away as he gently lifted your hips so you could sit further away from him.

He paused for a moment to look at you. The lighting by the soft glow in the room complimented you very well, causing Benito to stare at you. You felt yourself getting flustered under his gaze, furrowing your eyebrows with a shy grin.

“What?” You asked.

He looked like your voice brought him back to reality. With his cheeks darkening by the second, he slightly shook his head and bashfully smiled. “Quiero…” he began speaking but didn’t finish his sentence. His hands slowly tried to slide your underwear off, only successfully being removed once you raised your hips. You understood where he was headed with both of your faces now lacking the smiles you shared a moment ago, and instead being flooded with lust.

Benito slowly lowered his head, testing the waters by kissing your thighs and maintaining eye contact to see if you approve. You leaned back on your hand while spreading your legs a little wider and running your fingers through his hair with your free hand. Your fingers going through his dark curls was enough to make Benito close his eyes and dive in.

Delicately, he brought his tongue to your slit, slowly running it through your opening. That was enough for you to lay completely back while placing your feet on the edge of the bed frame.

Benito was flattening his tongue against you, moving his head in a steady rhythm and getting lost in the feeling of being smothered by your thighs. He knew exactly which spots turned you on and how you like it, making it impossible for you to not become wet so soon.

He drank you up like you were the only thing to save him from his thirst, and if you asked him that’s exactly what he felt like. You brought your other hand to bury in his black locks, earning soft moans from Benito that shot through your body.

You softly whimpered as he focused on your clit, moving his tongue meticulously in ways that only he knows. His hands grabbed your thighs, silently letting you know how desperate he was for this. If his mouth wasn’t occupied he would be thanking you repeatedly for allowing him to enter your heaven.

As he felt you tightening he picked up his pace, his head moved faster as well as his tongue. He circled your clit while licking your opening, rewarding himself with your taste.

“Fuck, Benito,” you quietly moaned and tightened your grip in his hair. A high pitched whimper escaped him, reminding you just how much he loves it when you’re a little rough with him.

You pulled on his hair slightly, earning another delicious muffled sound from him, as he tried concentrating as much as he could, making it his life mission to make you cum right now.

You could feel a familiar tightening sensation in your core, getting closer to the edge by the moment. “Baby, I’m close,” you whimpered.

Benito didn’t move an inch, wanting you to use him as much as you want. He got into a trance, listening to your beautiful noises as he hoped he was making you proud.

Your jaw fell slack as you came, body becoming limp while Benito helped you ride your high. He didn’t stop until you told him, using his mouth without a break.

You jolted from the overstimulation once you were done, Benito picked up on it and stopped immediately.

You took a deep breath before looking down at your boyfriend only to find him already looking at you with his cheek resting on your lap. His eyes twinkled and his lips were puffy and shiny from your juices.

You giggled and ran your fingers through his hair once again, making him close his eyes and enjoy the feeling.

“Want me to return the favour?” You asked.

His eyes shot open, “no tienes que hacerlo.”

You smirked and went to lean on your forearms as you looked at him. “That’s not what I asked.”

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 you…, 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.”