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Everyone: I love that Heated Rivalry is a show about queer people falling in love. I wish there was a genre or other shows or something that were just about queer love. Too bad nobody else is making anything like that
there's nothing quite like a random piece of media you consumed ages ago and loved at the time but kinda forgot about after coming back to you years later absolutely out of nowhere like "you thought you could forget about me? don't worry! i'm here to be the only thing you care about yet again" and then the cycle repeats
it's fun but also painful because the intensity of the obsession revived makes it hard to focus on anything else like someone get these fictional people out of my head please
The house is quiet, basked in the warm essence of your favorite vanilla candle. Benito had been in the studio all morning - a quick session he promised and sealed with a kiss to your forehead.
Hours had passed, you had a late morning, a brunch plate of whatever looked appetizing enough to eat without the work of cooking and you even had time to divulge in an everything shower before Benito came home.
Freshly washed, blow dried and rolled hair. A smooth sugar wax and you even decided to try a new turmeric body scrub you had gotten the other day.
The whipped shea butter glides across your skin as you massage it in, stopping only to slip on the lacy pink two piece pajama set you had been set from Victoria’s Secret.
This is your favorite part of the week - when you’re able to decompress and reset yourself.
It’s Benito’s favorite too.
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“Mi corazón.” Benito’s voice travels from the front of the apartment. You can hear his shoes being kicked off and his bag hitting the counter (it drives you crazy, he knows it).
“Bedroom.” You call back, already hearing his footsteps heading your direction.
A deep growl of pleasure is pulled from his throat when he steps into the room, “Mierda...hueles bien, mami.” Shit…you smell good.
You smile at the compliment and practically melt into his arms that wrap around you from behind. He’s careful around the rollers in your hair (aka he’s been cussed at more times than one).
“How was the studio?” You ask, placing you hands over his and feeling the warmth from his body.
“Ah, no es bueno. Me sigo quedando atascado en esta letra.” He explains, with a frustrated exhale. His hands unwrap from you in favor of running a hand through his slightly overgrown hair. He’s been stealing your cotton headbands a lot lately. However, looking at how nicely it frames his face when it pushes back his curls, you’re not all that bothered. Ah, not good. I keep getting stuck on this lyric.
You hum as you listen, sympathetically. Benito has a creative process when he’s making music, often shutting down his social medias and truly just regrounding himself. You know the right lyrics will come to him, it always does.
“Sounds like you need a bit of R&R.” You suggest, spinning around to look into his eyes.
“R&R?” He repeats, his head tilting adorably paired with the words rolling in his accent. You chuckle with a nod.
“Rest and relaxation. Why don’t you take a shower and I’ll make us some tea?”
His shoulders visibly relax at just the thought of unwinding, “Eres un ángel.” You’re an angel.
You send him off in the direction of the bathroom with a chuckle and a kiss to his cheek with the promise of more when he’s done.
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By the time Benito comes out of the shower, all fresh and smelling of the new Lavender and Eucalyptus body wash you bought, you’re not surprised.
The green tea you made sits inside the porcelain tea cups you had bought at target the other day. Beside them you have laid out a few options for face masks. You had done one before you got in the shower earlier, so now you are wearing the ‘24 karat gold’ hydrating under eye masks.
Benito falls on the plush couch with a content sigh, his body melting into the soft cushions.
Although, you enjoyed the time to yourself this morning, you carved time in his arms more. You’re already moving closer, ready to settle beside him when his arms comes out to redirect you to straddle his lap.
His hands are so much larger than yours, and are already molding to the side of your hips. Your bodies always fit perfectly with each other.
It’s quiet. His head is tipped back and the only giveaway you have that isn’t asleep is the way his face contorts when you massage a particularly pleasurable part of his scalp.
You both don’t know when this routine started, but it’s quickly became an essential.
You’ve also learnt, Benito lets you do whatever you want in this state.
He’s completely relaxing and at ease. His hands roaming up and down your back and hips, meanwhile you use him as your personal beauty doll.
You move from scalp messages to a fuzzy pink headband with hearts. Then comes the hydrating sheet mask, which you leave on for a while.
“¿Beso?” You want to giggle at how soft he sounds asking for a kiss.
You can’t deny him though, even though you already laid the wet sheet mask down.
Your lips connect in a soft peck, no more than 5 seconds before you’re pulling back and he’s groaning at the lost of contact.
“¿Estás tratando de matarme? Necesito más, mi corazón.” Are you trying to kill me? I need more, my heart.
“You’re dramatic.” You giggle, but relent anyway. Being careful, you caress the sides of his face and place a few pecks against his lips.
After a while, you remove the sheet mask and tap the product into his skin before laying on the ‘24 karat gold’ hydrating under eye masks.
A content sigh leaves your lips as you allow yourself to rest your head on his shoulder. Fully melting into him at this point - it’s now you’re grateful you decided to place a scarf over your hair rollers.
You could never resist a good cuddle in his arms, he makes you feels safe.
A lot of people know Bad Bunny but you know Benito.
His warm palm pushes under the threshold of your lacy top to travel up and down the length of your spine. His head lolls to the side and presses to the side of yours half nuzzled into his neck.
You’re not sure when you fell asleep, but you couldn’t help it. A clean house, a nice bath, a warm tea, and being in the arms of the person that makes you feel loved and protected.
Despite being tired himself, Benito is still awake long after you have fallen asleep. His mind couldn’t rest, too busy thinking about the lyrics that don’t sit right with him.
He thinks about it for a while. It’s only when he’s spreading the soft throw blanket you had draped over the couch on top of the both of you that the lyrics click into place.
En las noches ya ni puedo dormir In the nights I can't even sleep
Lo que hago es soñarte What I do is dream with you
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