all over me
young miko x fem!reader
a/n: REQUESTED • thank you for consistently requesting mi amors it really helps me more than you know!! • lowk ass but… I loved the idea • excuse any poor translations and I hope you enjoy! • super fucking short… just wanted to get her out there.
summary: youre obsessed with your girlfriends arms
vibe: an eater by matt martians
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she didn’t have to do much. she could pick something up, and her arm would flex even in the slightest. the scattered tattoos littering her arms would glisten with sweat when she would come home from the gym. and whenever she would wrap her arms around you, you could feel the strength in them from just a gentle squeeze.
it made you insane.
though she never did these things to intentionally draw attention to her arms, she was well aware that she was getting it.
she caught everytime your eyes would roam down the length of her arms, caught in a daze from her doing the most simple things. she would be lying if she said she didn’t like it. it made her feel good. knowing that you liked it motivated her to go to the gym most days.
and today, was no different.
you had invited her to your apartment and asked her to help you rearrange some of your furniture. deep down, you knew what you were getting yourself into, but you did really need the help.
you told yourself to stay focused. yes, Vicky has great arms and they make you go quite literally insane and you invited her to lift shit around your apartment… but you could ignore how she looks. right?
wrong.
the moment she lifted an end your couch and pushed it to another angle, you couldnt pull your eyes away. in your mind you were being subtle, you always were subtle, never really acting on how much you liked her arms and what you wanted to do. but today might change that.
you strode over to her as she set the couch down. she turned in order to ask you whether you liked the positioning, but your hands slid up her arms, tracing her tattoos, catching her by surprise because you’ve never done this. she had honestly been waiting for the day you would actually do something, but your boldness shocked her.
“something on my arm?” she asked playfully, eyes trailing down your face to your lips.
you smiled, “no, they just look nice.” you said as if it were nothing. but her stomach flipped at the compliment.
suddenly, she picked you up by your waist, grinning like a mad man.
“finally you admit it!” she said excitedly yet teasing.
you rolled your eyes, “girl whatever.”
you glanced down to see her face and she was already looking at you. she inched a bit closer to your face, nose brushing yours slightly, eyes hooded and nothing but love behind them.
her lips pressed against yours gently, not rushed, not urgent, but sweet. intentional. and when she pulled away, she rested her forehead on yours.
you stayed there for a moment, just breathing her in. she smelled of coconut and salt, and somehow slightly peppery. you felt secure in her arms, she had been holding you for a good moment now and still held strong.
“ok but in all honesty, what do you think of the couch?”
this is literally me what
