Mujeriego | Epilogue
pairing. fratboy!benito x shy!reader
Things are starting to finally settle into place for Benito, and it's all thanks to you.
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notes. okay so here is the actual final part of Mujeriego :(( I'm actually really sad to let this one go! I've worked a long time on it, so I'm really happy you guys enjoyed this series too as much as I enjoyed writing it! <3 love you all to pieces, and hope you enjoy this epilogue! tags. bad bunny x fem!reader, slow burn, angst, college AU, mentions of casual sex (always consentual) and drugs and alcohol, mentions of being drunk, some violence, but doesn't get to explicit. the both of you switch between english and spanish often, spanish isn't translated, and spanish is part google translate/part research
Benito fixed his hair in the mirror for what felt like the millionth time. With his fingers, he tried to get the curls to sit the way he wanted them to along his forehead. It had been a minute since he’d put in much effort for his looks. He hadn’t needed to, as you made it known that you liked him in whatever. But this was an important day for you, and he wanted to make sure he looked his best.
He stood a little straighter in the bathroom mirror, checking that his button up shirt was neatly tucked in place and that his belt sat nicely on top of his trousers.
Taking out his phone, he snapped a quick picture of himself with a handsome smile. He leaned against the wall as he pulled up your contact, sending the mirror selfie to you as a small smirk graced his face.
Grabbing his sunglasses, he made his way down the hallway to his parents in the living room. He waved to them before grabbing his keys.
“Muy guapo, Benito.”
His mother gushed as she got up off of the couch, approaching him to give her son a tight hug.
“Gracias Mamá,” the younger man smiled as he squeezed her once.
His father stood as well, clapping Benito on the middle of the back, “Dile ella que lo saludamos. La invitación para que venga a cenar sigue en pie cuando ella quiera.”
A smile graced Benito’s face as he nodded to his parents, “Ella quiere hacerlo, solo que está ocupada con la galería y su graduación. Estoy intentando que venga la semana que viene.”
“Bien. Que te diviertas esta noche.”
His Mother reached up, giving a small pat to Benito’s cheek, making the younger man smile. He bent down again, wrapping his arms around her shoulders to pull her close. They gave each other a long hug, swaying back and forth. When he pulled away, he gave both of his parents another wide smile.
With his keys looped in his fingers, he gave his parents one more wave as he made his way out the door. His parents stood in the doorway watching him leave, smiling wide as he walked out to his car. Behind him, he heard his mother whispering, though he was sure he wasn’t supposed to hear her.
“Ai, por favor, Dios, no permitas que la deje embarazada.”
Benito rolled his eyes as he hopped in his car and quickly roared it to life.
Things around the house had gotten better since him and his parents all talked. Tension still ran high some days, but Benito had been much more open to them about what he’d been feeling in his past. Too much information was shared at times, but he was more open and honest with them than he had been before.
His parents were surprisingly more than understanding too. They’d shared stories of their own youth; even similar stories of fights and flings when they were young as well. It proved to make him feel a lot better, like he didn’t have to be so scared to speak to them.
Overall, a lot of parts of Benito’s life were looking.
Although they still found his dreams a little funny, his parents helped him more than they’d once claimed. They still declared that they wouldn’t financially support him if he wasn’t in college, but that ended up being okay for him.
They housed him at least, and he’d found a nice job near the university in a grocery store - mostly stocking and bagging - that he really liked.
His manager was decent, and his coworkers were really nice. Most of them were older than him by a few years, but he still made some new friends out of the job. His new friends were more well-rounded than the ones in the fraternity; a couple of them even having families. They all mostly talked about sports together - typically about whatever game was on the night before - and Benito found that he liked those discussions a lot more than the talks about girls and booze he’d subjected himself to for years.
Benito also had begun to hang out with Lacy a lot more as well. She actually ended up becoming one of his closest friends; normally if he couldn’t hang out with you, he’d go over to Lacy’s and chill for a while. After the spring break party, the three of you had really hit it off as good friends. She’d reached out to you first to help in the aid of righting everything and ended up telling Benito that she had, indeed, slashed Luis’ tires.
She’d shrugged it off to him when he asked about it, giving him a short answer, “Se lo merecía.” And he knew never to get on her bad side.
As for Luis, Benito didn’t really care much anymore what happened to him.
When you and Lacy had reported him, Luis was expelled from the school. The campus police had done a pretty thorough investigation, even interviewing Benito a while after his talk with the dean. Somewhere in the crowd at the party, someone in the crowd had recorded part of the brawl, and with video evidence it made the case pretty clear cut as self defense. The boricuan didn’t fully get off scott-free; he got a warning mark on his record for battery, but over anything else, it was just a slap on the wrist.
Benito only saw Luis one more time; sometime after getting his job in the grocery store. He had been shopping with some young woman - Benito had to assume it was Luis’ new girlfriend, the poor thing. They were going up and down the isles while the curly haired man was stocking, and the two locked eyes with each other.
There was a moment that he thought Luis would make a quip; something about being employed at a supermarket or maybe even about his tires having been slashed. But the ex-president didn’t say a word. Instead, Luis looked away, trying his best to shrink himself and avoid Benito’s hard gaze as he watched the couple walk by. The boricuan could only scoff to himself, thinking what a pathetic man he truly was.
He was very happy he wasn’t a part of the fraternity anymore. It had really changed his perspective on how most people lived their day to day life, and it wasn’t anything like he had been living. Girls weren’t just throwing themselves at him, he wasn’t throwing himself at girls, and no one was pressuring him to go out and drink all day. There was nothing to gain anymore from any of those things anyway.
Now, everything was slower; much more palatable.
And that was thanks to you.
That night was your capstone gallery; a night dedicated just for you to show off all of the hard work you’d put in towards your degree. Pieces of artwork you’d made throughout your college career were going to be showcased, as well as your main end of year project: your Eros and Psyche painting.
Of course, Benito had been seeing you pour hours upon hours into the painting by then. Over the weekends in April, he’d stayed at your dorm, and he got to watch you paint in your little corner. He’d get a kick out of you hunched over, adding little details in unconventional colors that made the painting more than magnificent.
Sometimes, he’d bring his laptop with him so you could hear the songs he made, playing them out loud. Or, just like in Maya, he would sing out loud to you, wanting to hear your reaction to the lyrics he made up.
He’d never had someone to share hobbies with, and he found that it was what made part of your relationship so exciting.
The day before your gallery, Benito had helped you set up the space the way that best suited you and showed off all of your artwork. It was technically the second time he was driving up to campus that day, as he’d stayed overnight with you to make you feel more at ease. While you got ready in the morning, Benito had quickly gone back to his parents house to shower and change before heading back to you.
It was completely inconvenient. Later, he would just use that as an excuse as to why he should live closer to you.
Parking outside of your dorm, Benito quickly got out and made the walk through the campus to your art class, which was going to be your gallery for the day. He knew he was going to be early, just as he’d planned, hoping to get a few quiet moments with you. Quickly, he took a glance at his phone, seeing that he had about an hour left before the event started, and that you hadn’t yet answered to his selfie.
He smiled to himself as he walked, thinking about how he felt before he met you.
Before, he’d desperately wanted to fix his shit and get his life together. He’d wanted to show everyone that he had what it took to get his grades up, graduate, and get his diploma, despite falling back on his old habits. But with you, he found out he didn’t need any of that. It all felt so easy now. Life was a lot calmer with you, and he loved it.
He loved you.
The absolute love he felt for you was beyond what he thought was possible. Never once had he thought he would be head over heels with anyone, but you were different, and had been from the beginning. Every time he looked at you, it was like his heart set in motion, and he knew that everything was going to be okay, as long as he tried his best.
You were the first and only person he ever thought of having a future with. Sometimes, that was terrifying, but also just as exciting.
As Benito walked into the art studio, he couldn’t help but gawk at the artwork you’d put up. It didn’t matter that he’d seen them several times already, either. You’d made the space look like a real art gallery with all of the talent presented on the walls.
There were a few of your friends and classmates already there as well, having helped you put up some last touches that morning. Benito gave them all polite greetings as he beelined his way to you.
When he caught sight of you, his breath hitched high in his throat. You were dressed to the nines in a beautiful red halter dress. It showed off all of your curves as well as some of your skin, and if he weren’t careful, Benito would’ve started to drool.
Your brows were etched in concentration as you looked over some of your smaller works you’d placed. Your nose scrunched as you squinted at something small, and he felt like his chest would explode.
Benito approached you quietly from behind, smirking to himself as you were lost in concentration to see him coming. Carefully, he snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you in close until your back hit his chest with a low thud.
“No has respondido a mi mensaje…” He gave a low growl into your ear as he spoke through his teeth.
A soft sigh escaped you as you placed your arms over his. He could feel that the tension in your shoulders was tight as he held you even closer. You gave a short hum in thought before turning to face him, his hands never leaving your sides.
“Sorry, baby. I saw it, and you look so handsome. I just forgot to answer. It’s been pretty hectic. My professor asked me to move several of those paintings we put up yesterday, así que tuve que cambiar mucho más rápido de lo que creía que tenía tiempo. No he podido echarle un vistazo–”
After making sure the coast was clear, Benito cut your ramblings by pulling you in even closer. He gave a swift kiss to the crook of your neck, letting his lips brush against your exposed shoulder, shushing you gently.
“Ey, relax.” He murmured, traveling up to your ear, “Es solo una selfie.”
As he pulled away, you let out a shaky sigh, and he smiled at you, rubbing his hands along your arms. Benito knew you were beyond nervous. Today was a big deal for you, and it wasn’t just because of the capstone.
Your family had flown in and were finally coming to see your artwork. After taking the initial steps to reach out to them again, you had been talking to them for several weeks at that point. It took some convincing and a lot of apologies on their end, but you all finally agreed that they would come down and see you.
And so for the week, they along with your Grandpa who came as well, were staying in a hotel down the street from the university for the gallery as well as your graduation that weekend. From what he knew, you still weren’t on good terms with them, but they were trying, and so were you.
Although you’d already seen them face to face, having picked them up from the airport, you were much more nervous about them seeing the work you put your heart and soul into - the thing your parents once claimed they hated.
Not only that, but they were also going to meet the man you called your boyfriend for the first time as well. Though, Benito tried hard not to think about that too much; he could handle a little dysfunctional family.
They were going to arrive at the gallery within the hour, and Benito could see it written all over your face that you were about to drive yourself crazy.
Your teeth captured your bottom lip and he tutted you, placing his fingers along your jaw, “Todo está bien, ¿sabes?”
He placed his thumb just below your bottom lip, lightly pulling it from your teeth. Taking a deeper breath, you let it out with a slow, deep sigh just as he leaned in to give you a kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut just as his did, and he could feel the release in your shoulders only slightly.
Pulling away once again, he stepped back so you could see him and his outfit. He loved it when your eyes trailed him, even when it was something as simple as looking at what he was wearing. It never failed to drive him wild, but he also hoped it was a silly enough gesture to relax you more.
Not only did he want you to see him, he wanted to see you again. As you smiled at what he was wearing, he couldn’t help but stare at you too. You were the most irresistible thing to him, and he felt so lucky to be a part of your life. Someone so beautiful and talented; some days it still didn’t feel real that you even liked him.
“Wow,” he exhaled, “Mi hermosa...”
“Ai, Beni, pero eres para morirse.”
He was quick to wrap his arms around your waist again as soon as you’d gotten a good once-over. He would be very good and professional soon, but while he had you in the corner to himself, all he wanted to do was pull you close and take all of your stress away. However, even as you both giggled, you pushed him on his shoulder. There were more things that you had to get done within the hour.
Plus, he knew he could be selfish with you later.
Benito helped you and your friends with the last minute preparations over that last hour, making sure everything was to your liking. Once everything was set, the doors to your gallery opened up directly at six-thirty.
As people started to filter in, you stood near the front to greet everyone, putting on your best brave face. Benito stood beside you, keeping one arm looped around your waist for comfort at all times. He felt proud to be your support, as he knew this was well out of your comfort zone. He also just loved being your arm candy.
The more people you greeted, the more he could feel you starting to tremble with anticipation. As best as he could, he kept a strong hold on you, trying to keep steady. He didn’t want to be, but Benito felt nervous about meeting your parents as well. He was more than willing to shove those emotions down though if it meant more of your comfort.
Eventually, a man and a woman as well as an older gentleman in a walker walked through the door, and the boricuan could feel you freeze all together. After a glance at the group of people, he quickly gathered that this was your family.
For a long moment, Benito wasn’t sure if you were still breathing or not. Carefully, he placed his hand along your back, running a warm stripe down your spine. It was a hopeful reminder to you that he was still there, ready to face whatever with you.
Before you spoke, a small smile graced your face.
“Welcome to my gallery,” You said, “It’s nice of all of you to come tonight.”
The woman - who Benito guessed was your Mom - was the first to smile back at you, her grin matching your own; nervous, but happy,
“Of course, Darling. It’s nice to be here. This looks amazing!”
Turning toward the curly haired man, you placed a hand on his chest, “Before you guys walk around, you should meet Benito… My boyfriend. He’s been my biggest help this year.”
"Ai, no, she's modest. She's been the one to help me." Benito said quickly.
Before anyone, your Dad approached, outstretching his hand in a greeting. Benito stood tall, giving it a firm shake, though no words were exchanged. Beaming, the boricuan greeted the other two members of your family with warm handshakes as well, welcoming them to the gallery with you. The air was a little awkward, but you continued on, beginning to lead everyone through your exhibit.
They were quick to give you compliments and praise. Your parents especially were impressed by the artwork they saw in front of them. Your Dad, a man of few words, started to gush about the details in the painting, while your mother commended you on your research for the setting. Your Grandpa merely smiled at everything; occasionally his eyes would glisten, but he was still attentive to everything you showed.
Benito could see in your face how much you were starting to relax. You were beginning to smile more as the night went on, your shoulders sitting at a much more comfortable level. The happiness on you was gorgeous, and paired with the outfit, the only other word that came to mind for him was radiating.
He could not wait to take you home for himself.
Several of your classmates came through your gallery too, as well as a couple of professors, giving you compliments and speaking highly of all of your work. Just like at the museums, you explained each piece and the story behind it, but now to these groups of people. The only difference for Benito was that it was your artwork. Although he’d already heard you give your spiels several times in preparation for that night, he was happy to see you presenting everything with a sense of pride.
You led Benito and your family to your Eros and Psyche painting. It was on display on its own, having been the largest painting you’d done by far. Even after watching the process, looking at the painting still gave Benito a sense of astonishment as well as deep admiration. As your parents and Grandpa took a moment to look at it, Benito took your hand and gave it a tight squeeze.
You’d worked hard, and it was damn time you showed it off.
After another hour or so, everything started to wrap up and almost everyone started to filter out, including your family. Before they left, they each hugged you one by one, giving you all sorts of adoring praise again. Benito could hear them start to whisper soft apologies in your ear, though he tried not to listen.
Your Mom, with tears in her eyes, held you tightly and he caught one of her apologies:
“You reminded us too much of Abuela, you know. It goes to show that your art is just like hers. I’m sorry we were so hard.”
You were holding onto her just as close, nodding, “It’s okay. I know.”
After they all hugged you, they approached Benito one more time as well. Your Dad gave another handshake while your Mom went up next, giving him the smallest of hugs. She whispered to him as well.
“Thank you for inspiring her. It’s obvious she needed to stay here.”
Benito smiled, but shook his head, “She was the one to inspire me.”
Your Mom and Dad shuffled out of the studio, but your Grandpa stayed behind for an extra second, turning to the both of you. With a wink, he mainly aimed his words at Benito.
“Una vez me enamoré de una artista también.” he said in broken Spanish.
A laugh escaped the Boricuan as the older man exited the building with the rest of your family; Benito turned to you in the same moment to give your hand a tight squeeze. Your eyes were wide, and partially full of tears, which he was quick to try and wipe away.
Benito pulled you in for a long and tight embrace, letting you let out happy sobs.
For a while, the two of you hung back to clean up the studio. With the help of your friends and Benito, it ended up going a lot quicker than it had been putting everything up. You parked your car around the back and everyone helped you load it up full of the paintings and art for you in boxes to take back to your dorm.
After saying your goodbyes to everyone, you and Benito finally fell into your car; a wave of comfortable silence falling over the both of you. It was the first time in a little over 24 hours that the two of you had been completely alone together, and now that you both were, all of the pressure of the day seemed to dissipate.
The drive to your dorm was very short, and once there, you both started to take in the boxes of art from the parking lot up to your dorm. It took a couple of trips to get everything in, but still a lot less time and effort than setting it all up.
The last piece to take in was Eros and Psyche, which Benito volunteered to get for you while you relaxed for a moment in the dorm.
Pulling the canvas out from the backseat of your car, Benito held it out for him to look at once again. It really was pretty big, from the ground up to his hip, and truly a remarkable piece of work. He couldn’t help the wide grin that started to form, examining the large painting up close and personal.
It really was you and him.
He couldn’t believe you found muse in him; couldn’t believe that you loved him back, and so unconditionally like Psyche loved Eros.
He’d revealed himself, and you’d stayed without complaint or any wavering.
Above else, Benito was letting you love him back too. He wasn’t shying away anymore or panicking when feelings hit him. He embraced that fuzzy feeling you gave him each and every day and came to learn that he didn’t want it to ever go away. He would endure any feeling - the jealousy and the heartbreak - as long as it was all for you.
Carefully, he took the painting upstairs to your dorm for you, setting it in its normal corner once he got back. Stepping back from it, he gave it one final look over before turning to face you.
While he’d stepped out, you’d propped yourself up on the side of your bed. You were biting your lip again, giving him a shy but seductive stare as he became aware that you might’ve also been sharing in his thoughts. The fabric of your dress began to scrunch at the end where you sat, exposing the sides of your thighs as you sat back. He swallowed thickly once his eyes settled on you, feeling his heart start to beat quicker.
Benito had been waiting all night to get you back home and have you to himself, and it seemed like you had much of the same thoughts. He’d been patient, but now he could feel himself coming undone just at the sight of you.
Without another moment to waste, he surged forward to place his lips and hands wherever you would let him. His hands attached to your thighs underneath the thin fabric of your dress, warming the cool skin to the touch. His lips trailed your exposed neck and shoulders again as you started letting out sounds he relished in hearing, knowing that you were now relaxed and relinquishing all of your anxiety of the night to him.
As you allowed him, he shimmied his way between your legs, pressing his hips to yours. You moaned his name once, sending a shockwave through his core. He could feel your hands snaking across the back of his neck and into his hair, pulling him even closer until he got the message to get on the bed with you.
However, after a few moments of heavy tugging and petting, you pushed on his chest until he pulled enough away to look at you. Slightly winded from the kissing, you caught Benito’s eyes, breathlessly telling him to wait a second.
“Quería decírtelo,” you started, “You should know that earlier, my parents offered for me to come to Texas with them during the summer… Y pensé que podría aceptar la oferta. It would just be for a month, and I would mostly be visiting with Grandpa most days. Pero pensé que era importante que supieras que tomé esa decisión junto con ellos. I want to fix things too.”
Benito smiled at you, “Eso es increíble, mi amor.”
“It’s just…”
For a moment, you looked away at your hands on his chest, a contemplative look passing over your features. It wasn’t often much anymore that you got shy around him, and it made the man in front of you frown in confusion. He placed his hands firmly on your waist, trying to move his head around to catch your eyes, wanting you to reveal what was wrong to him. He kissed your cheek after a moment of thought.
“What?”
“It’s just that when I get back, mi contrato de alquiler de la residencia estudiantil está por terminar. I-I just thought that maybe you wouldn’t have to do so much looking with your parents for an apartment close to me…” you said carefully, rubbing your thumb against his chest, “I thought that maybe we could do that together… maybe you’d want to live with me?”
Benito stared at you with wide eyes, shocked by what you’d just asked. He’d thought countless times about asking to just simply move in with you since he’d wanted to be so close. But at the same time, he’d been afraid, thinking you might think it was too early.
And yet, just like his first kiss with you, you were taking the first move right out from under his chin. He couldn’t help but stare at you with all the admiration in the world.
“No pasa nada si no quieres.” you said quickly before he could get anything out; you were getting the wrong message, “Obviously you can think on it, I don’t expect you to have an answer right now. Sé que es una petición enorme, especialmente porque ambos estamos tratando de averiguar nuestros próximos pasos, pero I thought–”
The speed at which you were talking and switching languages was making Benito dizzy, so he cut you off with a kiss. It was cute that your brain went on the tangents until you were shut off, and Benito was happy to be the one to distract you.
As he pulled away from you, he laughed.
“Sí, mi amor. Quiero vivir contigo.”
You beamed a smile at him, “Really?”
“Yes, really.”
He shook his head at you fondly, stuffing his face back into your neck, just behind your ear. You let out a soft hum of pleasure as he trailed one of his hands along your side, grasping hold of the side of your dress.
“I want to be as close to you as possible. Eso no ha cambiado. I would love nothing more, baby.”
Benito could feel you weaving your fingers back into his curls and he let out a pur of affection for you. With a content sigh, you allowed him to hike part of the dress the rest of the way over your hips,
“And you’d wait for me while I’m in Texas?”
“For you?” He whispered, “As long as it takes for you to come home to me.”
Benito pulled away just long enough to smile at you again, catching that you were already looking at him with what could only be described as a sparkle in your eyes. Softly, he whispered to you,
“Te amo, Mami.”
“I love you too, Benito.”
end a.n. thank you all once again <3 as always, let me know what you guys thought! And also let me know if there's anything else you guys want to see! I'd be happy to write more for this couple or just anything y'all want to see! <3 love y'all so so much and thanks for reading :)))) (taglist). @percysley, @zoomingspark888, @forwardsreckonreboundddd, @conejodelbenito, @oceantides-and-daffodils, @whiteghostlyclouds, @kenstellation, @videogamedriver, @shimmeringsunshinestars
