#benitobowl

TOGETHER WE ARE AMERICA

Bad Bunny x fem!reader. word count: +850.

warnings & tags. established relationship. fluff. pet names. some words in spanish. just beni being that man. reader from the americas. a bit of suggestive content. kissing. english isn’t my first language. also credits to the owners of the dividers!

a/n. soo i just couldn’t stop myself from writing something about this man bc omg. and there’s almost nothing about him, so i had to work 🤭 requests are always open! you can ask for anything u want! masterlist

ෆ ﹔ He’s the type to… immediately notice when you’re feeling down. He’d see the way your hands fidget with each other, how a bit of nervous sweat lingers. His reaction would depend on the situation. If you’re at a party or an event, he’d rest his hand on your lower back, tracing soft circles while pressing gentle kisses to your forehead and temple. If you’re somewhere quiet and private, like at home or in his studio, he’d ask what’s on your mind; never pressuring you, just showing genuine interest and concern. Like he always does.

ෆ ﹔ He’s the type to… interrupt you on purpose. You could be talking about the latest gossip at work or with your family, and he’d be listening with his chin resting on his hand, until his smile slowly grows wider. At that point, he’s no longer hearing your words. He’d lean in, cup your cheeks gently, and kiss you without warning. You’d probably blush and then roll your eyes. Sometimes you’d push him away lightly for interrupting, but he’d always respond with a soft, “Perdóname, mami. Es que me distraje.” (I’m sorry, baby. I got distracted)

ෆ ﹔ He’s the type to… know exactly when your period is coming. He notices how your mood shifts more intensely than usual, how your answers get quieter, almost hesitant. Because of that, he tries to solve every little problem before it even becomes one. He buys everything you need —obviously— and then takes you to bed, wrapping you in your favorite blankets. Your back rests against his chest while he massages your lower belly with soft, perfect pressure. Just the way he knows you need.

ෆ ﹔ He’s the type to… need you with him at some point during the Super Bowl halftime show. Benito would tell his manager and the production team that he wants you to be part of it, no matter what. That’s how you end up in “la casita” with Cardi B, Pedro Pascal, and Karol G, dancing. And not long after, running beside him with your country’s flag in your hands.

ෆ ﹔ He’s the type to… have his hands on you all the time. He’s a touchy guy, and you love every bit of it. At every concert, every event, he’s touching you somehow. His hand on your lower back, his arm draped over your shoulders pulling you close, or at the very least, one of his fingers hooked around your pinky.

ෆ ﹔ He’s the type to… try to take you everywhere with him. He knows every little detail about you, so if he’s invited to an event where your favorite celebrities will be, he brings you along just to see that smile he loves so much.

ෆ ﹔ He’s the type to… write songs about you. His latest album has at least two tracks that are specifically about you and what he feels. One of them even says outright that you’re the love of his life.

ෆ ﹔ He’s the type to… love when you sleep with your head on his chest, but he loves it even more when he’s the one resting his face between your breasts while you run your fingers along his bare back and through his hair.

ෆ ﹔ He’s the type to… not play at all when it comes to you. He likes people to know exactly who is the woman that takes his breath away. But he does not like when people cross boundaries. More than once, he’s given cold stares, sharp words, and even a shove when someone gets way too close to his woman.

ෆ ﹔ He’s… 100% an ass man. There’s even a video from one of his concerts. When he was in “la casita” he walked past you but didn’t leave before giving your butt a light squeeze, then flashed you that cocky smile when he saw you roll your eyes.

ෆ ﹔ He’s the type to… pull you backstage during one of his concerts, right before going on stage. The music is rumbling through the walls, the crowd is screaming his name, but his hands are on your waist like you’re the only thing grounding him. He’d lean in, lips brushing your ear, and whisper, “Dame un beso pa’ la suerte” (Give me a kiss for luck) before kissing you slow too slow for someone who’s about to perform in front of thousands.

ෆ ﹔ He’s the type to… look for you in the crowd the second he steps on stage. Even with the lights, the smoke, the chaos, he always finds you. And when he does, his smile shifts just a little, just enough for you to know it’s for you. During a dance break, he’d walk toward your side of the stage, eyes locked on you, biting back a grin as he drags his thumb across his lower lip. The fans think he’s teasing them, but you know better. That look is yours.