a fic of reader sitting on miko’s face pls 🙏🙏 maybe with some tongue fucking tooo
as very much alwaysss, men and minors dni please and thank you!!
a/n: thank yall so much for all your requests, got my brain thinking so fast. i love me a bit of face fucking tbh so tysm🙇♀️. i’m officially back to writing more frequently now!. i got writing this request so quickly after it was sent because i literally needed this pick me up😩. nonetheless enjoy and let me know what you guys think💋.
the knock comes at 9:47 on a thursday night, and you're half asleep on the couch in one of miko's old tour shirts and sleep shorts, not really watching whatever's on tv.
you know her schedule by heart. you've had it memorized for weeks now, checking it obsessively like somehow that'll make the time pass faster. she's supposed to be in atlanta tonight. should be on stage right now, or at least getting ready, three states away from you.
so when you open the door and she's just... standing there, you think maybe you fell asleep. maybe you're dreaming.
"sorpresa, mami," vicky says softly, and that's when you know she's real.
she's holding peonies, the pink ones, your favorites, the ones she knows make you melt every single time. she's wearing that hoodie that you got her when you first started dating, her hair falling loose around her shoulders. but it's her eyes that completely undo you. those deep blue eyes that haven't seen you in person in two months, that are looking at you right now like you're the only thing in the world that matters.
"vicky?" her name comes out broken, barely a whisper.
the flowers end up crushed between you as you crash into her, your arms around her neck, and god, she's solid and warm and finally here. her arms wrap around your waist and she lifts you slightly, burying her face in your neck, and you can feel her breathing you in.
"estoy aquí, mi amor. i'm here," she murmurs against your skin, and you feel wetness tears, yours or hers, you're not even sure.
"but the show, atlanta " you pull back just enough to see her face, to touch her cheek and make sure this is real.
"canceled. electrical problems at the venue." one hand comes up to cup your face, her thumb brushing away the tears streaming down your cheeks. "and i thought, fuck it. i'm three hours away from my girl. why the hell am i gonna spend tonight alone in some hotel room when i could be with you?"
you kiss her before she can say anything else. it's messy and desperate and tastes like salt and her mint gum and something that's just vicky. her lips move against yours like she's starving for it, and maybe she is. maybe you both are.
when you finally break apart, you're both breathing hard, and she's smiling. not the confident smirk she wears on stage this is the smile that's just yours, soft and real and a little bit wrecked.
"te extrañé," she whispers, pressing her forehead to yours. "dios mío, baby, i missed you so fucking much. every city, every show, every night in those empty hotel rooms all i could think about was you. how you smell, how you laugh, the little sounds you make when i touch you..." her voice cracks. "facetime isn't enough. nothing's enough except this. except touching you."
"i missed you too." your fingers thread through her hair, needing to touch every part of her to confirm she's real. "every single day. the apartment feels so empty without you. i sleep in your shirts and it's not the same, it doesn't smell like you anymore, it just smells like me and it's-"
she kisses you again, slower this time but deeper, her tongue sliding against yours in a way that makes your knees weak. her hands slide down to your hips, pulling you closer, and you can feel the heat of her body through the thin shirt.
"the flowers," you mumble against her lips.
"fuck the flowers," she says, laughing, but she bends to pick them up from where they fell. "okay, don't fuck the flowers. but can we please go inside? because i've been thinking about getting you alone for two months and i'm about two seconds from taking you right here in the hallway."
you pull her inside, door closing behind her. she sets the flowers on the entry table and then her hands are on you again, sliding under your shirt to touch bare skin, and the contact makes you gasp.
"you're wearing my favorite," she says, fingers playing with the hem of the old trap kitty tour shirt.
"i wear it almost every night. it used to smell like you but now it just..." you trail off.
"ay, mami." she kisses you again, walking you backward through the apartment until your lower back hits the kitchen counter. "let me make it better. let me make everything better."
her mouth moves to your neck, kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin there, and you tilt your head back, giving her access. your fingers clutch at her hoodie and then push it up and off. she breaks away from your neck just long enough to pull it over her head, tossing it aside before her mouth returns to your skin.
"victoria," you moan, and she hums against your throat.
"i love when you say my name like that," she murmurs. her hands slide up your sides, taking your shirt with them, and you raise your arms. the cool air hits your skin and you're suddenly very aware you're not wearing a bra.
"coño," vicky breathes, pulling back to look at you. her eyes are dark, pupils blown wide. "you're so fucking beautiful. i forgot no, i didn't forget, i could never forget, but seeing you like this..." she shakes her head. "pictures don't do you justice, mami."
she cups your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples, and you arch into her touch with a whimper. she kisses you again, harder now, more demanding. her tongue explores your mouth while her hands work your body, touching you like she's trying to memorize every curve all over again.
you reach for her shirt, tugging at it, and she breaks the kiss long enough to pull it over her head. then her sports bra follows, and finally you can touch her, skin to skin. you run your hands over her shoulders, down her back, feeling the muscles shift.
"i need you," she says against your lips, voice rough. "i need to taste you, mami. i've been dreaming about it. about making you come on my tongue, hearing you say my name."
heat floods through you, pooling low in your belly. "yes," you breathe. "please, vicky, please."
she lifts you onto the counter in one smooth motion and you wrap your legs around her waist, pulling her close. she kisses you deeply, hands sliding into your hair, angling your head exactly how she wants it. you can feel her skin against yours, the press of her breasts, and it's too much and not enough all at once.
her mouth moves down your neck, across your collarbone, and then she's taking your nipple into her mouth, sucking and flicking her tongue over it. you cry out, your hands fisting in her hair, holding her to you. she takes her time with one breast and then the other, until you're squirming on the counter, desperate.
"these need to come off," she says, hooking her fingers into your shorts and underwear.
you lift your hips and she slides them down your legs, dropping them on the floor. and then you're completely naked on your kitchen counter and vicky is standing between your thighs, looking at you like you're everything.
"spread your legs for me, baby," she says softly. "let me see my beautiful girl."
you do, feeling exposed and vulnerable and so turned on you can barely think. she runs her hands up your inner thighs, touch light and teasing, and you tremble.
"tan mojada," she murmurs, and you can hear the satisfaction in her voice. "is this how wet you are for me?"
"only for you," you confirm breathlessly.
she leans in to kiss you again, and at the same time her fingers slide through your wetness, exploring. you moan into her mouth as she circles your clit with gentle pressure, then dips lower to tease at your entrance.
"i want you to sit right here," she says, pulling back slightly, "and i want you to fuck my face. ride my tongue until you come. can you do that for me, mami?"
"oh god," you whimper, nodding. "yes. yes, please."
she smiles, that confident sexy smile that makes your heart race, and then she's kneeling on the kitchen floor, pulling your hips to the edge of the counter. she drapes your legs over her shoulders, hands gripping your thighs, and looks up at you.
"look at me," she says. "i want you to watch me make you come."
and then her mouth is on you and you forget how to breathe.
she starts slow, these long, deliberate licks with her tongue flat and broad, dragging through your folds from bottom to top, ending with a swirl around your clit. you gasp, hands flying to her hair, and she hums against you, the vibration making you jerk.
"right there baby," you moan, and she does it again, taking her time, like she's savoring you. her tongue explores every fold, every sensitive spot, relearning your body. she alternates between broad strokes and pointed flicks, between gentle laps and firm pressure, and she's reading you, learning what makes you gasp and what makes you moan.
when she finally focuses on your clit, circling it with the tip of her tongue, you cry out, your hips bucking. she holds you steady, grip firm on your thighs, and continues those maddening circles, around and around, never quite giving you the direct pressure you're craving.
"please," you whimper, looking down at her.
the sight of her between your legs, eyes closed in concentration, her mouth working you over it's almost enough to make you come right then. she opens her eyes, meeting your gaze, and then she seals her lips around your clit and sucks.
the sensation shoots through your entire body. your back arches, fingers tightening in her hair, and you hear yourself making sounds you barely recognize. she sucks and licks and flicks her tongue, and you're lost in it, in the heat of her mouth, in the skill of her tongue.
"ay dios mío, vicky, i-" you can't finish the sentence.
she pulls back just enough to speak, her breath hot against your wet flesh. "you taste so fucking good, mami. i missed this. missed making you fall apart."
then her mouth is back on you, tongue doing these figure eights around your clit that make your vision blur. she's relentless and patient all at once, building your pleasure higher and higher. you can hear the wet sounds of her mouth on you, can hear your own breathing getting ragged, can hear the little whimpers and moans you can't hold back.
she slides one hand from your thigh, and you feel her fingers at your entrance, teasing, circling but not entering.
"please," you gasp. "vicky, please, i need "
she slides two fingers inside you, and the stretch is perfect, filling you in a way that makes your eyes roll back. she pumps them slowly, curling them to hit that spot inside you that makes you see stars, while her mouth returns to your clit.
the dual sensation is overwhelming. her fingers work inside you with a steady rhythm in, curl, out, in, curl, out while her tongue does wicked things to your clit. she's alternating now between sucking and these quick little flicks of her tongue, and you're so close, teetering on the edge.
"that's it, mami," she murmurs against you. "ride my face. take what you need."
you do, rolling your hips against her mouth, chasing the pleasure. she moans, the sound vibrating through you, and adds a third finger, stretching you further. the slight burn only adds to the sensation, and you're right there, so close.
she curls her fingers, pressing firmly against your g spot, and at the same time she sucks hard on your clit, her tongue flicking rapidly over it. the combination destroys you.
your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, intense and all consuming. you cry out her name "vicky, oh god, vicky" your thighs clamping around her head, your whole body shaking with the force of it. she doesn't stop, working you through it, her fingers and tongue gentling but not ceasing, drawing out every last pulse of pleasure until you're oversensitive and trembling.
when you finally come down, she places soft kisses on your inner thighs, your hip bones, your lower belly. she slowly withdraws her fingers and you whimper at the loss.
"i've got you," she soothes, standing up and gathering you into her arms. "i've got you, mi amor."
you cling to her, face buried in her neck, trying to catch your breath. she holds you close, one hand stroking your back, the other cradling your head.
"that was..." you start, but words fail you.
"i know," she says softly, kissing your temple. "i know, baby."
after a moment, you pull back to look at her. her lips are swollen and glistening with you, her eyes soft with affection and still dark with desire.
"bedroom," you say firmly. "because now it's my turn, and i need more space for what i want to do to you."
her eyes light up and she grins. "yeah?"
"yeah," you confirm, sliding off the counter on shaky legs. you take her hand, lacing your fingers with hers. "i've missed you too, vicky. and i'm going to spend all night showing you exactly how much."
she lets you lead her down the hallway, and you can feel the anticipation building again.
you have her home, finally.
