BF MATERIAL BLURBS — BENITO ANTONIO MARTINEZ OCASIO

note. I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS. I didn’t really have a specific scenario in mind but I feel like all of these hella give bf material like fawk he’s so papi. But I’ve seen all your requests and I am working on them! I had work and hella assignments due today so I didn’t have time to write a full story but still gotta feed my fellow Benito lovers 🙏🖤, thank you for the support and requests, it really motivates me to keep writing.

warnings. none just fluff (don’t really know why there’s a mature content label but ig)

NIGHTS IN W/ HIM

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You walk into the living room already in your nightly attire wearing a sheet mask with your hair clipped up. The sight makes Benito look up from his phone, he freezes for just a second with a smirk spreading across his face.

“Qué es esto?” he asks softly, voice low and amused.

What’s this?

You grin, tilting your head.

“Skin care night.”

Benito sets his phone down and leans back into the couch cushions. His eyes tracing your movements as you saunter closer. His hands slide naturally to your waist the second you drape yourself over his lap.

“Está bien pues.”

alright fine.

You smirk whileholding his sheet mask packet in your hand.

“Time for your pampering.”

He doesn’t argue. He just holds you gently at the waist, his thumbs brushing softly over your hips while watching every small movement you make as you unfold the mask. His eyes follow you, warm and slow, almost like he’s memorizing every detail of you.

“Te ves linda así, toda concentrada.” he says quietly, his voice low and sultry…

You look cute like this, so concentrated.

You laugh softly while pressing the cold mask to his forehead. He leans back just enough to let you do it letting out a soft hum of approval.

“ay que frío” he murmurs.

Its so cold.

“Shhh, just hold still benito.” you tease while smoothing it he sheet mask over his cheeks.

He doesn’t argue or talk back. His hands just tighten slightly at your waist holding you close. His eyes flicking to yours every time you brush your fingers along his jaw.

“No puedo evitar admirarte preciosa. ” he whispers.

I can’t help but admire you.

Your cheeks flush red under the sheet mask before tilting your head down to meet his gaze.

“Que ridículo.” you murmur.

You’re ridiculous.

He smirks while leaning in just a little, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder through the fabric of the mask.

“Qué encantadora eres..”

How charming you are…

Then he rests his forehead lightly against yours while his fingers are still on your waist

“Si seguimos así, voy a tener que pelear por cada pedazo de tu atención.”

If we keep like this, I’ll have to fight for every bit of your attention.

You laugh, squirming a little over his lap.

“Oh really? You think you can handle me?”

“Claro,” he murmurs, smirk widening.

Of course.

You press closer, brushing the mask lightly over his nose again, and he just chuckles, his hands still at your waist, leaning back like he’s completely fine letting you boss him around.

“Eres imposible,” you say, grinning.

You’re impossible.

“Y te encanta.” he whispers with a damn smirk on his face.

And you love it.

GROCERY SHOPPING DATE

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You didn’t think grocery shopping could ever feel romantic, but with Benito even the most normal things turn into something else.

He pushes the cart slowly, one hand on the handle, (hella giving papiii behavior 😭) the other finding you every few seconds your waist, your back, or your arm like he can’t help himself and MUST have you at arms length always.

You stop in front of the cereal aisle, scanning.

“This one ,” you decide, grabbing a box.

Benito squints at it like it offended him personally.

“Mi amor…” he starts, shaking his head.

“Eso sabe a cartón.”

This one tastes like cardboard.

You laugh. “It does not!”

He steps closer, his voice dropping dramatically.

“Te lo juro. Eso no es cereal… es un crimen.”

I swear, that’s not cereal… that’s a crime.

You nudge him. “Oh my god stop being dramatic.”

He smirks, then tosses it into the cart anyway.

“Está bien.” he says with a shrug.

“Si a ti te gusta, lo compramos.” he murmurs.

If you like it, we’ll buy it.

Then he adds, his voice a lot softer.

“Me gusta consentirte mami.”

I like spoiling you.

Your cheeks warm. “Ay que encantador eres.”

How charming you are.

He grins.

“Qué? Eres mi novia.”

What? You’re my girlfriend.

His hand slips around your waist, pulling you just a little closer as you walk down the aisles.

“Y me encanta estar contigo. hasta estando aquí, comprando cereal que sabe a carton.”

And I love being with you… even here, buying cereal that tastes like cardboard.

LAZY MORNINGS w this fine ass man.

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The morning is slow, sunlight spilling through the curtains in warm stripes across the bed. You try to slip out quietly, trying your best to be careful and to not wake him up.

You barely move before Benito’s arm wraps around your waist, firm and sure while pulling you back against him.

“Benito,” you laugh softly, “I have to get up.”

He groans into your shoulder, voice rough with sleep.

“No.”

“Yes.”

He kisses the back of your neck, slow, lingering, like he has nowhere to be.

“Cinco minutos más, mi vida,” he murmurs.

five more minutes.

“I need water.”

He hums, amused, tightening his hold.

“Yo te traigo agua después.”

I’ll bring you water later

“You always say that.”

Benito lifts his head slightly, eyes half-open and his hair all messy looking extremely fine for someone who just woke up.

“Porque siempre funciona.” he whispers.

Cause it always works.

You sigh dramatically. “I have things to do.”

He pulls you closer until your back is fully against his chest, his hand resting on your stomach.

his voice then drops like 10 billion decibels and suddenly you have nothing to do or worry about on this lovely morning.

“Te extraño incluso cuando estás aquí” he murmurs.

I miss you even when you’re here.

Your breath catches.

He presses another kiss to your shoulder. a lot softer.

“Me gustas demasiado,” he admits quietly.

I like you too much.

You smile, giving into his sensual behavior. “ay amor.”

He lazily chuckles.

“Déjame tenerte un ratito más,” he whispers.

Let me have you a little longer.

You pause, then sink back into him.

“Fine. Five minutes.”

His smile turns smug against your skin.

“Lo sabía.” he murmurs.

I knew it.