(a/n: i remember someone asking why there isn’t more of miko touching herself while missing y/n, so i decided to do that but it kinda made a turn because i decided to run with the idea and make miko submissive asf😅, so whoever wanted to see that request i apologise but i hope you still like it!. im also thinking about making a double post very soon so hopefully i can do that!, enough of the yapping, i hope you guys enjoy and let me know what you think🥰.)
the house is too quiet without you.
vicky notices it straight away. no music, no doors left half open, no you moving around like you belong everywhere at once.
she tells herself its fine. nice, even.
but it gets boring so fast.
she’s on the bed, phone on her stomach, scrolling but not really reading anything. her mind keeps drifting back to this morning. the way you left, the looks you were giving her before you left, almost like you had something planned.
her phone buzzes, she barely looks at it and she just opens it out of habit. then she actually sees it and freezes. it’s you.
bathroom mirror, lighting a bit off, slightly fogged, your bikini top gone, somewhere out of frame, your back arched just enough to make it obvious. she exhales slowly. “you’re so annoying y/n…” but theres no bite to it. she looks at it again, and again but slower this time. you didn’t add a caption. of course you didn’t.
her thumb hovers over the screen for a second before she types.
v: you send me this and just leave?
the reply comes back quick.
y: am i supposed to stay and watch?
she lets out a quiet breath, pressing her lips together in frustration.
v: you look so good. i’m already wet, baby.
there’s a pause. long enough that she ends up staring at the picture again without meaning to.
she goes still for a second. “you’re doing this on purpose.” she sighs to herself.
she drops her phone beside her, staring up at the ceiling like thats going to help. it doesn’t. waiting suddenly feels like the worst idea possible.
she lasts maybe a minute before reaching for her phone again, this time quieter, more deliberate, camera open, angle adjusted.
she hesitates just for a second before sending it but she sends it anyways knowing its what you want to see.
you’re already in the car when your phone buzzes. engine running, music low, fingers tapping lightly against the wheel. you glance down and it’s her. you already know what its going to be, and it still hits every time.
you open it and yeah. your grip tightens slightly, a 30 second video is all it took. “vicky…” you mutter under your breath. you force your eyes to go back to the road but it doesn’t last. your phone’s back in your hand at the next red light.
you watch it send but immediately send a follow up.
y: you’re not allowed to finish.
you unlock the front door and step inside, and the tension hits you immediately.
she’s on the edge of the bed, framed by the doorway. her loose sports bra rides slightly, revealing the curve of her collarbone, her boxers hang low on her hips. her hair’s messy, like she’s been running her hands through it again and again. even from here, you can see her chest rising too fast.
when she hears you, her head snaps up. pupils blown wide, her gaze dark and desperate, like she’s been holding herself together by a thread. seeing her like that instantly makes you want her.
“mami,” she breathes, and it’s half greeting, half plea.
“miss me?” you ask, closing the door slowly, letting the click resonate through the quiet room.
she makes a small sound, somewhere between a laugh and a whimper. “you know i did. all day… your messages…” she bites her lip, voice breaking at the memory.
you cross the room slowly, savouring the way her chest rises and falls faster with every step. she’s already so flustered, and you haven’t even touched her.
“you can’t come until i tell you to,” you whisper when you reach her, and her eyes widen, half protest, half anticipation.
“baby, that’s not fair in the slightest,” she murmurs, voice soft, needy. “mami…”
you cup her face gently, thumb brushing her cheek. “i never said i was fair.”
your lips meet hers. soft at first, letting her melt, lips parting as a small sound escapes her throat. her hands grip your shoulders, fingers pressing into your muscle.
you pull back just enough to make her chase you. when she does, you kiss her deeper, tongue brushing her bottom lip. she gasps, fingers tightening again.
“dios…” she whispers, and you can feel her trembling already.
you guide her back until her legs hit the bed, helping her sit on the edge. she looks up at you, eyes dark, lips swollen.
“hands behind you. on the bed.”
for a moment she just stares, then slowly leans back on her palms. it pushes her chest forward, makes her look vulnerable in a way that twists something deep in your gut.
you kneel between her legs, sliding your hands up her thighs. she shivers under your touch, breath catching.
“you look so good like this,” you murmur. “qué rica.”
your lips trail along her jaw, down her neck. teeth graze sensitive skin near her collarbone. she gasps, hips jerking forward without realising it.
“stay still,” you whisper.
“i can’t…” her voice breaks into a whimper. “ por fa, mami”
your hands slide under her sports bra, fingers splaying across her ribs, thumb brushing just under the curve of her breasts. she arches into the touch, breaking the kiss to gasp.
slowly, deliberately, you explore higher. when your thumbs brush her nipples through the fabric, she whimpers, head falling back.
“thats it, mi amor,” you murmur. “let me hear you.”
you pull the bra off, tossing it aside, cupping her fully. thumb circles one nipple slowly while your mouth grazes the other. her breath hitches, body trembling.
you pull off with a wet pop, looking up at her. “hands back, vicky,”
“i can’t… you’re…” she’s trembling, but she obeys, bracing herself on her palms again even as her body shakes.
you return your attention to her chest. you alternate between her breasts. sucking and licking and biting gently. your tongue flicks over one peak while your fingers pinch and roll another, and the sounds she makes are so desperate.
“por fa, por fa… mami” she’s whimpering, hips rolling helplessly. “necesito más…”
you give her nipple one more hard suck that makes her cry out, then kiss your way down to her stomach. your hands slide lower, fingers hooking into the waistband of her boxers, and she lifts her hips immediately, eager.
you help her out of them, leaving her completely bare and spread before you. she’s already so wet. you can see it glistening on her inner thigh.
“stay here,” you say, standing up. “don’t move. don’t touch yourself.”
you walk to the closet, opening the drawer where you keep your toys. when you pull out the harness, you hear her sharp intake of breath behind you.
“fuck…” she whispers, staring at the strap in your hands with a mixture of anticipation and need.
“sí,” she breathes. “yes, por fa, mami. i just need you inside me.”
you take your time strapping in, letting her watch, letting the anticipation build. by the time you’re done, she’s practically vibrating with need.
you kneel between her legs again, and slide two fingers through her folds, gathering the wetness there. she’s absolutely soaked, and when two fingers brush over her clit, she jerks like she’s been shocked.
you push one finger inside her slowly, and the way she clenches around you, the broken moan that falls from her lips is just making you grow more wet.
you add a second finger, curling them to hit that spot inside her that makes her see stars. she cries out, back arching, and you can feel how close she already is.
“thats it, beautiful,” you encourage as you slowly rub circles on her clit.
“i’m so close, mami,” she warns, voice breaking. “please… let me-“
you pull your fingers out completely, hearing her sob from frustration makes it even better.
“not yet,” you say firmly.
then you lower your mouth to her pussy, tongue sliding through her folds. she’s so wet, so ready, when your tongue circles her clit, she practically screams.
you pull back just slightly, letting her sob in frustration, every word leaving her chest heaving.
“no…mami i was so close…” she whispers.
“i know, baby, i’ll let you come so soon.”
you line the strap with her entrance, pressing the head slowly to stretch her. “you’ve been so good, preciosa. you’re going to come when i tell you to, okay?”
she nods, biting her lip, eyes glazed.
you push in slowly, inch by inch, watching her gasp and shiver as you fill her completely. she’s so wet that you slide in so easily.
“dios… mami” she gasps, voice trembling.
you start moving slowly, deep and deliberate. her hands grip the sheets as you angle your hips to hit the perfect spot inside her, every thrust making her break apart further.
“please… más duro…” she moans, back arching.
you increase your pace, thrusting deeper. your thumb finds her clit again, rubbing tight circles. she screams your name, the sound shaking the room.
“please…” she sobs, desperate
you lean down, capturing her mouth in a kiss, swallowing her moans. she kisses back with abandon, teeth and tongue tangling, her whole body trembling.
“i’m-“ she barely gets out, voice shaky.
you thrust deeper, harder, thumb pressing firmly on her clit, leaning close to murmur against her ear.
“come for me, mami,” you command.
her body arches off the bed, a broken cry tearing from her throat as the orgasm crashes through her. she’s shaking, clenching around the toy, and you ride her through every wave of pleasure, drawing out her cries until she collapses back onto the bed, spent and trembling.
“you did so good, mi amor,” you murmur, slowing your movements. “tan perfecta pa’ mi… tan buena, mami.”
her body shivers, gasping, tears on her cheeks. you pull out slowly, carefully, and she lets out a small, frustrated whine at the loss.
you remove the harness and climb onto the bed beside her, pulling her into your arms. she curls immediately, face buried in your neck, still trembling.
“i’ve got you, baby,” you whisper, pressing kisses into her hair, her temple, anywhere you can reach.
“that was… mami… dios mío…” her voice hoarse, wrecked.
“i know,” you murmur, holding her close. completely undone and perfect in your arms.
she lifts her head slightly, eyes still glazed but soft and full of something tender. “te amo, mami,” she whispers.
you kiss her gently. “i love you too.”
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