intro: hiiii my name is naomi! I love fanfiction and I love writing so I thought why not write my own? I hope you like my works, more will be coming out soon and requests are open!!!
(also excuse any translations that are bad bc girl I use Google Translate and it isn’t always right… )
DO NOT steal any ideas, requests, or works.
m and mdni!!
thank you!!
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young miko fics:
(Vicky, Maria, Maria Victoria are all miko!!)
mascara
summary: miko does your makeup for a party
mamas girl
summary: after having your baby, you feel a little self conscious. Luckily you have your wife, Vicky, to reassure you.
ready to lose
summary: you’ve always hated Vicky, and she’s always hated you. but when you encounter eachother after not seeing one another for a long time, it seems that she’s looking at you different. (soccer fic if you will)
all I really want is you Requested
summary: kind of part 2 to forever?, after her proposal you moved in together. but things havent been so smooth. so to get away from it all, you go to her moms house.
forever?
summary: Vicky proposes!
hair dye and fries
summary: a chill day with your girlfriend, Vicky, where you dye your hair and get food.
graffiti girl
summary: Vicky is graffitiing and gets caught, she has to blend in with the crowd and finds you to act like her girlfriend.
“Ive got you” Requested, pt.2 (rtl?)
summary: it’s been 2 months since beating Vicky, you are playing against her again when something unexpected happens.
after the first kiss
summary: it was just a one night stand, so why do you keep bumping into one another? (trust the process)
celosa Requested
summary: Victoria went to a party, but she’s been doing this a lot recently. she ends up being posted posed up with a random girl and it causes an argument between the two of you.
thunderstorms and surfboards
summary: while at the beach with some friends, a storm hits. everyone takes cover in a local restaurant and your friends decide to play matchmaker.
escape me Requested (kinda)
summary: you and Vicky broke up a year ago, so why is she at your front door?
one too many Requested
summary: the first time you see Vicky drunk, is also the clingiest you’ve seen her
Tokyo diaries Requested
summary: your time with miko in Tokyo
tan lines and sunshine Requested
summary: a beach day with miko
hands off Gabriela Requested
summary: on a night out with friends, you get a little too drunk and end up dancing with an unfamiliar face. miko is not happy about it.
sick but so pretty Requested
summary: youre sick but luckily miko is there to take care of you
(series)
WAVES:
theres things I wanna say to you, but I’ll just let you live
summary: you have a situationship with Vicky, but what happens when it becomes too much?
stoned
summary: you get overstimulated at a party, Vicky finds you and helps you calm down.
headcannons!
mama miko
summary: miko as a mother
dating miko
summary: how it would be to date miko
wife!miko
summary: since youve been married, she always makes sure youre taken care of.
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rio amor fics:
orange tee
summary: you work at a daycare and there is a new employee. (summer fic)
Photo Booth kisses
summary: your relationship is new with rio, meaning you have a lot of new things to experience, including a first kiss.
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Alysa liu fics:
slushies
summary: you and your girlfriend go to the gas station to get slushies (short)
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loli bahia fics:
I knew it was love when I rode home crying, thinking of you fucking other girls
summary: you and Loli have been best friends, but you develop feelings for her. she doesn’t seem to catch on.
jazz and power outages
summary: after a breakup, you move, make new friends and go to a jazz club. you don’t expect to meet someone new, someone interested in you.
a/n: thank you sm for requesting babies it helps me a bunch!! if I take longer or dont get to your request please forgive me!! • a little something to put out for you guys • I hope you enjoy!!
summary: youre married to young miko
vibe: coming down by the the weeknd
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• ever since the day you got married to Victoria she promised to take care of you. and she truly hasn’t broken that promise
• since you were just girlfriends she would always propose the idea of you possibly stopping working and her being the provider. it took you a while to allow this, but after you got married (and extreme burnout from work), you accepted it.
• she would go on tour, be in the studio, go to interviews, etc. you would think this would mean that you would never see her. but it’s quite the opposite. she brought you almost everywhere with her, insisting that her wife be by her side.
so while she would do her job, you would stay with her. in interviews you would be behind the camera giving her support, when she would perform you would be backstage watching her, when she was in the studio you would be the first to hear songs.
• while traveling together, you would always take an extra day to enjoy the cities and towns you were in.
• constantly being in the spotlight and having to be such a social person, maria victoria very heavily values your quiet moments together. she could be so tired and need space from everyone but still want to be around you. if she didn’t wanna talk, you would just hold her close and play with her hair until she fell asleep. and when you did talk, (which was most nights) it was never overwhelming or uncomfortable. you would have deep conversations or even just conversations about your day and end up talking for hours.
• you are there for maria a lot, but it’s not like it isn’t reciprocal. Victoria is always there for you and will always check up on you because she knows how her job is overwhelming, even for someone on the sidelines. she never makes you feel obligated to do anything for her even though she is the main person paying the bills and providing. she doesn’t make you feel bad for it. she wants to do this, it’s her love language. it makes her feel good to know that she’s taking care of you.
• shopping trips go crazy. you see anything you like? it’s in the cart. no argument. you need anything? it’s already bought.
• on trips you cannot attend (as much as Victoria fights for you to be there), you never feel alone or neglected. she will call you every night and send food and gifts to the house. if you tell her you’re going somewhere, grocery store, out with friends, anywhere, she sends money.
• she always makes sure youre taken care of and loved on. always.
a/n: REQUESTED • I really do appreciate all of the requests sent and keep them coming babies you help me sm • peep the Angel photo… my queen • excuse any poor translations and I hope you enjoy beautiful!!
summary: youre sick, but luckily Victoria is there to take care of you. (a little more than necessary)
vibe: spin me around by the marias
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you weren’t sure what brought it on. but you had been so busy that you didn’t realize the early signs. it wasn’t until you were practically bedridden that you actually realized the attack your immune system was under.
the sun shined too bright thru the closed curtains, making your head throb. you held your eyes, tucking your entire body beneath the sheets from head to toes.
you shivered, though your skin was burning hot and the only thing that could cool you down was the ceiling fan above you. your throat burned and felt rough anytime you swallowed, but it was as if your body was forcing you to swallow. your back ached along with the rest of your limbs.
you felt like you couldn’t move. barely could talk. you whimpered quietly, feeling completely helpless.
you cursed at yourself in your mind for ignoring the signs that you could’ve cared for so it wouldn’t get this bad.
you felt so heavy and gross that you just wanted to disappear.
“mami!” a voice echoed thru the house, your head throbbed slightly but the feeling of relief and hope overpowered it.
you groaned, hoping that she would hear you. and luckily she did. footsteps pattered on the floor and got louder and louder as she got closer. finally in the room she lifted the sheet off of your fatigued frame, expression dropping the moment she saw your flushed cheeks and sweat slicked skin.
“ay mi amor, que paso?” she asked, quickly leaning down to your level, hand coming to your forehead as you flinched at the extremely bright light.
you curled into a ball, hands pressing your head to soothe the headache. you didn’t really have to say anything for her to catch on. she tucks your hair behind your ear as she examines your state for a moment with worried eyes.
suddenly, she got up, no longer blocking any of the light which you winced at and turned away. her steps were urgent, rushing to the medicine cabinet and grabbing pain killers and fever breakers. she went to the kitchen to make some tea and start preparing soup.
her arms were full of medication and a warm mug. she walked over to you with ease, trying not to make too much noise and be as gentle as possible.
she set everything down and stroked your hair from behind, “mi amor, I have some things to help you feel better.” she said softly.
you slowly turned with a miserable expression on your face and your eyes met your now cluttered nightstand. you sighed and nodded, trying your best to sit up, which she also helped you to do so.
she held the mug of tea and handed you an assortment of tiny pills. you took them from her hand and placed them on your tongue, hands reaching for the mug, but she moved them, bringing the mug to your lips herself.
the hot liquid burned your tongue but soothed your throat, sending all the medication down and leaving you with hope to feel better.
Vicky set the mug down, eyes still trained on you, brows still furrowed like she was trying to analyze you and find the best way to help you.
“you need anything else right now mi amor?” she whispered, caressing your cheek.
you shook your head, curling into yourself again and pulling the sheet up.
she sighed, worried for you and not wanting to leave your side, but she knew that you would need food at some point. so she got up and headed toward the kitchen.
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you had rested for a good few hours. you needed all the rest you could get and you were grateful that your girlfriend had taken so much care of you because you were already feeling better.
slowly, you peeled yourself off the bed, feet hitting the cool tiles and pushing up to go to the bathroom. you turned on the shower and set it on cold, since immeadiatly when you awoke you felt a wave of heat.
you stripped down and stepped in, allowing the cold droplets to cover your once sticky skin. you took a deep breath, remnants of aches still present and the feeling of sickness still lingering. but you could finally function.
once you were clean, you dried off and did some simple body care, before getting into comfortable yet breathable clothing. you stepped out of your bedroom that you had rotted in and went to see what Vicky was up to.
as you entered the kitchen, the aroma of soup and the sound of ‘ctrl’ by sza hummed quietly thru a small speaker Vicky owned. she was in her own element, singing along softly and moving her body to the beat as she stirred the pot. she had spent a lot of her time today taking care of you. and you couldnt be anymore grateful.
you took a moment to admire her, allowing her to have her time. but still approaching her when the time was right. you gently wrapped your arms around her waist, startling her for a moment, before relaxing into your touch.
“how are you feeling mi vida?”
“a little better.” you whispered.
she smiled at that, nodding and tasting the soup in front of her. “mm, youre gonna love this baby.” she said.
“ugh I don’t like soup.”
“I know, pero te gustará, confía en mí.” (~but youll like it, trust me) she said gesturing to the pot.
you rolled your eyes and sighed, allowing her to make a bowl for you. she grabbed a spoon and scooped some up for you, holding it to your lips.
you opened your mouth, letting her in as you watched her eyes as they focused intently on you, trying to spot any type of reaction.
that shit was actually good.
your eyes widened as you hummed a praise to her. her eyes lit up and she smiled brightly, “yeah?”
“yeah.” you said chuckling at her giddy expression.
the rest of the day consisted of her taking care of you and constantly asking if you were alright. she didn’t leave your side unless you asked (which you didn’t) and set up more nighttime meds for you even after you told her you could do it yourself. she insisted that you needed rest and that it made her feel good to take care of you.
thank you for all of the support you’ve been given me it means so much!! I was wondering if you guys could send in some more requests to help me with motivation. I’m working on some fics right now but some ideas may be easier to write than others so I can get more fics out at a time.
a/n: REQUESTED • jealous mikoooooo • lowkey angst… we love to see it • I hope you love and excuse any poor translations!!
summary: on a night out, you get blackout drunk, but when your girlfriend comes to pick you up, who the fuck are you dancing on like that?
vibe: gabriela by katseye ft. young miko
cw: alcohol consumption, angst, (d/n) is drink name, slightly suggestive content, making out
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tonight you were going to have fun. your friends decided to drag you out of the house where you stayed for days on end after work and refused to do anything outside of it. you were constantly tired from the back to back shifts you picked up and whenever you were able to go home, you stayed there. it’s a Friday night now and you have the weekend off.
you wore a tight black dress, some kitten heels and your hair down. your makeup was done and you felt good.
your heels clicked along the floor tiles as you stepped into the club, friends on either side of you. the air was humid and smelled of liquor, cheap perfume, and sweat. the lights were dim and the dance floor was full. you smiled, suddenly realizing how much you had missed this.
you strode over to the bar, resting your elbows on the table, and ordered (d/n). you sat down with your girls, talking about how one of them just broke up with her boyfriend. the 3 of you were encouraging her to loosen up and forget about him, (he cheated on her) and the best way to do so was to drink and dance with someone new.
only thing was, she wanted someone to come with her.
your friends insisted that you go because you needed to loosen up the most out of all of them due to your heavy load. you weren’t opposed to it, but you wanted to drink more before getting that far out into a crowd of people.
you ordered a few more drinks and talked a little more. and once the room was a little hotter and your words slurred a little more you decided to go onto dance.
your friend dragged you behind her, bodies coated in sweat dragged along yours and made your skin slick. the sour taste of alcohol stuck to your tongue, but showed in the messy nature of your hips swaying. and for a moment you felt hands brush your waist before fully clinging to it.
you assumed it was (f/n) so you pushed back into her and allowed yourself to collide with the body behind you a little more. your dress rode up more and more with each grind, knees bending and heels planting to the dance floor.
you weren’t sure how long you were doing this, you weren’t sure how another drink got in your hand, hell you weren’t even sure where you were anymore. you just swayed to the beat and allowed yourself to let go.
maybe a little too much.
so when your girlfriend, maria victoria, grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of the club with your things in hand, you questioned what was really happening.
she didn’t say anything. like at all. just dragged you out and led you to the car. she opened the door for you and put you in. your brows furrowed, why was she so angry? what happened? what did you do?
she got into the car a moment after, turning it on and peeling out of the parking lot.
the car ride was completely quiet. you tried to make conversation snd talk to her but she only said one thing.
“at home.”
her tone was low, but dangerous. your stomach churned from the confusion and suspense.
when you arrived at the house she repeated her movements. getting you out of the car and dragging you inside.
“woah woah” you stumbled, losing balance but she forced you up again.
“¿qué coño estabas haciendo?” (~what the fuck were you doing?) she said, poison leaking thru her tone. she was mad. but you weren’t sure why.
“I was dancing. having a good time?” you said but it came out more sarcastic than you expected.
she scoffed, “just dancing? really?” she questioned with the same sarcasm, yet deeper.
you flinched at the way she spoke to you. she never had been so mean. you were just dancing with (f/n), so what mad her so angry?
“yeah, I was dancing with (f/n)!” you hiccuped and stomped in quite an embarrassing manner.
she chuckled darkly, stormy blue eyes boring into yours with a dangerous undertone. she looked as if she didn’t believe you. like you were messing with her. but you truly weren’t. but due to the state you were in, you didn’t understand or catch onto what was going on.
“that was not (f/n), that was some random bitch.” she said, inching closer to you. “tell me why, you go to the club to have un buen momento y desestresado. I’m at home, relaxing, but then I get a phone call from your friends saying that I need to come pick you up because you’re fucked up. digo que está bien, pero luego me detengo y te veo moliendo a alguna perra al azar? are you kidding me?” (~a moment to let go and de stress • I say okay, and then I pull up and see you grinding on some random bitch?)
it took you a moment to process, but it clicks. you never looked behind you to see who you were dancing on. you just assumed it was your friend. but so many people were around and were dancing together that of course some random grabbed your waist and started dancing with you.
your eyes immediately softened. she was jealous. sure the state she caught you in was quite infuriating. but it was endearing to see your girlfriend get so worked up over it.
you smiled, leaning closer to her face, getting into her space as she just did to you. “youre jealous?”
she blinked, staring at you for a moment before rolling her eyes.
“well… yeah. if I show up to help you and then suddenly I see you all over some girl then yes I’m gonna be upset.” she said, defending herself.
you nodded in understanding, hands resting on her waist and pulling her just inches away from your face.
“I know and im sorry baby. but I didn’t realize who was behind me. I thought it was (f/n) because she went out there with me. I would never dance on some random bitch, especialmente no delante de ti.” (~especially not in front of you.)
her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were wide. even in your drunken state you knew just how to bring her down.
suddenly, she closed the space between you. lips crashing against yours with urgency. her nose bumping into yours. her skin was hot beneath your hands. her body gravitated towards yours for more.
she backed you up until your legs hit the couch, leaning back until your back hit the cushion. she climbed on top of you, straddling your hips with her knees on either side of you.
you slipped your tongue out, licking her bottom lip, asking for entrance. she accepted with a groan.
your tongues slid against one another, exploring eachothers mouth. your hands rode up her body, threading into her hair to push her face down closer into yours.
her hips rolled onto you once, hinting what she wanted. you smirked against her lips.
but she pulled away, much to your confusion.
“tell me youre mine.” she said, voice barely a whisper. needy.
“I’m yours baby.” you said, staring into her eyes, hands coming to brush her cheek.
she shut her eyes for a moment, relaxing into your touch. she nodded, dipping back down to your face, but before connecting, “una vez más” (~one more time)
a/n: REQUESTED • I love summer fics so much, I can write about the life I wish I was living • this is lowk cheeks but I hope you enjoy and as always excuse any poor translations!!
summary: a day on the beach with miko
vibe: he loves me yeah by faye webster
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the sun was bright, not a cloud in the sky. the sounds of the waves crashing and laughter of those on the beach was all to be heard. the cool ocean water was a great contrast to the humid salty puerto rican air.
the sand was burning underneath your feet as you held Vicky’s hand on the way down towards the water. you didn’t notice, but she was cheesing behind you watching you take in all that was around you. you were on her beach, where she grew up and spent so much of her time. one of her favorite places with her favorite person.
“baby, where do you wanna put the stuff?” you asked sweetly, referring to the towels the two of you held to lay and tan. your words snapped her out of her daze and she smiled with hooded eyes.
“wherever you want mi amor.” she said lovingly.
maybe it was the sun, maybe it was the nickname with her sweet tone, but your cheeks were flushed. you looked away and scanned the area to find the perfect spot.
you decided on a space with a tree shading over it slightly, but not so much where the sun was completely blocked. it was a little distant from the people around the area, giving you guys your own space and privacy.
you spread out your towels next to each other and set down a little cooler you brought for food and drinks. Victoria grabbed the sunscreen and began to apply it to her skin. you watched in a trance as she rubbed the cream into her skin leaving a shining residue. she looked good in her white bikini, it wasn’t too revealing but just enough to show the curve of her ass and shape of her hips. compliment it even.
she opened her mouth to say something, glancing up at you but stopping when she noticed you were staring. a small smirk spread across her face as she shook her head and chuckled.
“what?” you asked, already knowing the answer.
“you’re staring.” she stated.
“ok and you look really pretty so…” you said trailing off, looking away with your eye brows raised, shrugging.
she smiled, walking over to you and pulling you to your feet. you now stood face to face, noses barely touching. her eyes bore into yours, scanning for even a hint of hesitation or decline. but she found none.
she closed the gap between the two of you, lips like pillows against yours, her coconut chapstick slipping into your mouth. she smelled like sunscreen and salt. her skin was warm and smooth, slightly sticky. she made you stomach do backflips as she pulled you in impossibly closer, arms wrapping around your waist in a secure hold.
then, she pulled away, leaving you leaning forward for more. her eyes stayed hooded as she watched your flushed and needy expression. she smirked once again.
“can you put sunscreen on my back?”
“bruh almost made me nut for what?” you asked jokingly but stomping dramatically. she laughed at your comment, pulling away and picking up the sunscreen and handing it to you.
you sighed and reluctantly poured some into you hand, rubbing them together and coming in contact with her burning hot back. she held her hair to the side, the length draping over her shoulder.
you admired the detailed tattoo trailing down her back, hands soothing over it and tracing some of the lines. after a moment of you getting lost in the sight of her back and being able to touch it, she turned around.
“¿quieres que haga el tuyo también?” (~you want me to do yours too?) she asked, taking the sunscreen from your hand in offering.
you smiled and nodded. allowing her to apply the cream onto your back as well with ease. it felt nice, relaxing, almost like a massage. and not really to your liking, she stopped.
you turned, an offended look on your face making her laugh. “so touch starved my gosh.” she said between laughs.
eventually, after finishing applying sunscreen and a little bit of flirting the two of you walked toward the water. the waves crashed to the shore like white noise yet powerful. the water was cool as you set foot in it. the temperature shocked your system for a moment before being able to adjust to it, soon emerging into the water fully.
Vicky stood behind you, going thru the process herself but faster. she watched you start to swim. your skin glowed under the bright Puerto Rican sun, already turning a little darker. your hair flowed behind you in the water, almost mermaid looking. to her you looked like a goddess.
she started swimming as well, meeting you in the middle where your feet barely touched. she came closer to you, pulling you towards her and holding you there. you sighed and closed your eyes at her touch, relaxing into the moving water and your girlfriends warm hands.
“eres tan hermosa, mami. tan hermosa.” (~you’re so beautiful, mami. so beautiful.) she said, her hand coming up to tuck your water curls behind your ear. you felt her staring through your closed eyes, but it wasn’t intimidating or uncomfortable. you knew it held nothing but love and admiration. you felt safe in that.
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you spent a few hours at the beach. slot of time in each others arms, laughing, tanning, swimming and eventually eating. now you were back home, removing your bathing suit and throwing all of your towels and outfits in the washer. but something caught your eye.
your tanlines.
“holy shit!” you exclaimed, eyes wide and locked on the contrast from your exposed skin to the skin that was once covered.
“what’s- oh my god!” Maria Victoria paused in her tracks once she saw your tan. “damn!” she said marveling over the golden skin you brushed your hand over.
“look at that!” you said, motioning to your tan like a crazy woman.
“that’s that Puerto Rican sun mi amor!” she said proudly, walking over and picking you up in a hug.
“what can I say ladies! girl we need to go back sometime.” you said looking down at her.
“yes ma’am. anytime.” she responded, cheesing at you.
a/n: REQUESTED!! • I love this idea it’s so cute and lowkey connects to my headcannons for miko!! • excuse any poor translations!! I hope you enjoy my love!
summary: you and your girlfriend, maria victoria, explore tokyo together.
vibe: no debo by young miko — in honor of dnd deluxe!!
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it’s a couple weeks before your girlfriends tour begins and the two of you and some close friends are currently in Tokyo together.
you landed yesterday and you were immediately in awe of the slightly unfamiliar surroundings and culture all around you. it wasn’t far from how it looked where you lived, but it had a special vibe to it. something worth exploring.
after resting for the night, you and Vicky started your day early in order to have your own time to frolic as you pleased together.
it had been a while since the two of you got to have your own time together. her schedule and your shifts clashed together and caused a bit of distance between the two of you. but you missed her more than anything. so when she offered you a ticket to come along with her on this trip, you quickly accepted.
currently, you stood infront of the bathroom mirror applying your makeup. Vicky was somewhere in your hotel room picking out an outfit for the day.
a shared playlist hummed lightly thru a small speaker that Vicky insisted on bringing, and it was clear she was enjoying having it there due to her loud singing coming from the room. you chuckled to yourself, a warm feeling inside of the love you held for her, even in moments where she was being far too loud for the morning.
the sun began to peek thru the curtains, casting a bit of a harsh glow onto your beloved girlfriend as she approached the bathroom with a camera in hand.
you caught her gaze in the mirror, smile dropping when your eyes flickered to what she was holding, a confused look on your face. “whats that for?” you asked gently.
“I wanna remember this trip, mi vida. say hellooo” she said, dragging out the ‘o’.
you shyly waved at the camera, eyeliner still in hand, a soft smile gracing your features. maria victoria walked slightly closer, eyes on the camera screen as she recorded your surroundings.
“me encantan las mañanas como esta. despertar, no tener prisa, estar con mi hermosa chica" (~I love mornings like this. waking up, having no rush, being with my beautiful girl) she spoke gently to the camera she held, admiring you thru the lenses.
your cheeks flushed at the compliment, smiling at her thru the mirror. “I love you, mama. pero tenemos un poco de prisa porque el tiempo pasa rápido.” (~but we do kinda have a rush because time is going fast) you said, applying a final layer of lipgloss and turning to peck her lips.
she sighed, checking the time on her phone and quietly cursing to herself. she shut off the camera and shoved it in her pocket as you gathered your things.
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the seasons were changing from spring into summer quite fast. the air was getting a bit more humid, but manageable. cherry blossom trees flooded edges of roads, petals falling and littering the ground where you and your Vicky walked side by side.
the sun was peeking thru fluffy clouds, enough lighting to illuminate victorias frame beside you. she was clad in a thin white long sleeve and jeans, her hair was down with a bandana tied along the crown of her head. her stormy blue eyes glowed under the gentle Tokyo sun.
her fingers interlocked with yours as the two of you walked and talked along the streets of Japan. it wasn’t too crowded, people were around but not an overwhelming amount. there were small stores that held a variety of colors inside, then some quite the opposite. one of the many details of the area caught your girlfriends eye.
red daruma dolls piled on top of eachother and a stairwell along the scenery.
she handed you the camera that was in her pocket, “can you take a picture?” she asked sweetly. you nodded and held the camera at an angle while she moved along the stairs.
after a few shots, you called her over to see the results. as you scrolled along the options, there was one with her face blurred and the symbolic dolls being the only still thing in the photo. “that’s the one.” she said, hand snaking around your waist and looking to see your reaction. “do you think it’s good?”
“I think it’s perfect.” you said looking at her. she smiled, “my little photographer, baby these are good!” she said, nudging her hip into yours. you chuckled in response, rolling your eyes and flipping your hair playfully.
she smiled, kissing your cheek and pulling you along with her as she walked towards a random gift shop.
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after scavenging for a few hours, you and Vicky worked up quite the appetite. you had just arrived at a random restaurant, unsure of what food was available and what to get, yet so hungry you couldnt seem to care.
the lights were dimmed, a small lamp resting on each table illuminating unfamiliar faces that were lost in conversation. the cool air of the place quickly contrasted to humidity of outside.
maria victoria walked infront of you with her hand in yours, leading you to the table the waitress was directing you to. she pulled out the chair for you before you sat down and kissed your forehead before pulling out her own chair to sit.
“what a gentleman” you thought out loud causing her to smile shyly before responding. “just fulfilling my duties as a girlfriend of a gorgeous woman.” she said shrugging, she never failed to sneak a compliment like that into the most random moments.
the two of you took a moment to look over the menu. everything looked appetizing due to the state you were in making your decision harder.
you were so focused on the menu that you didn’t realize Vicky started recording. “hello hello, we are in a restaurant trying to find some food to eat,” she said quietly to not disturb the calm vibe of the space. she brought the camera closer to you, “mi chica está muy concentrada en encontrar la comida perfecta.” (~my girl is very focused on getting the perfect food)
you looked up and your eyes met the camera with her face not far behind it. you tried to keep a straight face but couldn’t help but smile from how she was cheesing at you.
you pushed the camera away playfully and laughed, “can I pick out my food in peace?”
“memories, mami. memories.” she said shrugging.
“ay chica, I’m just ordering!” you said laughing.
“but you look so cute when you’re focused like that!” she said, accent thick and purity in her tone.
you rolled your eyes and went back to scanning the menu. but you weren’t really taking anything in. instead your mind was racing with love for the girl in front of you and warmth from her compliment.
<3
after eating (and talking for hours), it was time for the rest of the group to join you guys. they had been doing their own thing for the day to leave you guys to have personal time. you couldnt be more grateful for that.
you both held some small bags from gift shops that held blind boxes (that’s what their called right..) and little trinkets the both of you would use to remember your time here.
“mira a los tortolitos que finalmente aparecen.” Mauro said teasingly with Mariana by his side, playfully crossing his arms in mock annoyance. (~ look at the lovebirds finally showing up)
you rolled your eyes and waved him off, “solo llegaron 3 minutos tarde.” (~ we’re only 3 minutes late)
“sí, actuando como si no hubieras llegado 3 horas tarde, hermano.” Vicky butted in. (~yeah acting like you haven’t showed up 3 hours late bro)
he sucked his teeth and flipped her off, “whatever”
a playful banter went between the 4 of you as you continued to walk the streets of Tokyo. the new surroundings were hard to get tired of. but by the end of the night your legs ached and your eyes fought to stay open as you sat on the edge of the bed.
Vicky approached with a skin care headband on, clad in a sports bra and boxers. camera in hand for the last time tonight.
“ok guys, we are signing off for the night. mi bebé está muy cansado y yo también. nos estamos llevando el culo a la cama. good nightttt” (~my baby is very tired and I am as well. we are taking our asses to bed) she said gently to not disturb you.
after shutting off the camera and turning off the lights and climbed into bed with you following. she grabbed your waist and pulled you into her arms, your head on her chest with her chin resting on top of it. “I love you mami.”
a/n: i think it’s one of my favorite thing i wrote so let me know what you think about that one. thank you so much for so many beautiful words about my work i love yall!!!!!
The text comes in at 2:47 am, a buzz against your nightstand that you feel in your bones before your brain even registers the sound.
*U up mami?*
Three months. Three months of this exact same fucking song and dance, and still your thumb hovers over the screen like you don't already know what you're going to do. Like you haven't been lying in the dark for the past hour, replaying the last time. The way her teeth scraped down your throat, the sound of her laugh against your skin when you told her you meant it this time, for real.
Your phone lights up again.
*Te quiero ver.*
I want to see you.
You're pulling on jeans before you can stop yourself, your fingers trembling as you button them. The drive to her house is muscle memory at this point. Past the twenty-four-hour colmado, the curve where the road dips toward the coast and the security gate where the guard just nods because he knows your car. He's seen you here too many times to pretend otherwise.
The front door is unlocked. It's always unlocked when she texts. The house smells like her. Coconut, cigarettes and something sharp underneath, like air before a storm. The lights are low, just the glow from the kitchen and the blue flicker of a TV she's not watching in the living room. You find her on the couch, sprawled out in nothing but a tank top and boxers, her hair pulled back from her face. She looks up at you with that half-smile that makes your stomach drop every single time.
"Look who finally showed up." Her voice is rough, like she's been smoking, and you hate how it settles warm in your chest anyway.
"Don't." You stand in the doorway, arms crossed. "Don't act like you didn't know I would."
Vicky's smile widens. She spreads her legs a little, settling deeper into the cushions. "That's why I love you. Always so predictable." She pats the space beside her. "Come. You look tense."
"I am tense." You don't move. "I told you last time-"
"I know what you told me." Her eyes rake down your body, slow and deliberate. "You told me a lot of things. You also told me you weren't coming back. And yet." She gestures at you, at the door you walked through. "Here you are."
The worst part is she's right. The worst part is you came here before she even asked, and she knows it. She's always known it.
"Come here" she says again, softer this time. "Please." That one word-please-undoes everything. It always does.
You cross the room on legs that don't feel like your own and let her pull you down onto the couch, let her arrange you until you're straddling her lap, your thighs bracketing her hips. Her hands find your waist immediately, fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt to rest against bare skin.
"There she is." Her thumbs trace slow circles against your hipbones. "There's my girl."
"I'm not your girl."
"You're in my house. On my lap. At three in the morning." She tilts her head, amused. "Sounds like my girl to me." You should push away. You should stand up, walk out, get in your car, and block her number this time. You've done it before- twice, actually. The longest you lasted was five days, and by the end of it you were checking your phone every thirty seconds like a goddamn addict.
Vicky's hand slides up your back, pressing you closer until your chest is against hers. She's warm, always so warm, and the chain around her neck is cool where it brushes your collarbone.
"Tell me you missed me." she murmurs, her lips hovering near your jaw. "No."
"I hate you." The words come out before you can stop the pathetic lie. "So much."
Her laugh is a soft exhale against your throat. "I know, baby. I know." Her teeth graze your pulse point, and you shiver. "But you're here anyway. That's what matters."
She kisses you before you can argue, and God, you've missed this. The way she kisses, all tongue and teeth and control. Her hand fists in your hair, tilting your head back so she can lick into your mouth like she owns it, like she has a right to every part of you.
You hate how good it feels. You hate how your body responds before your brain can catch up, how your hips start rolling against hers like they have a mind of their own.
"Mm, that's it baby." Vicky's voice is lower now, rougher. "I know what you need. You always think you don't, but you do."
"Vicky-"
"Shh." She bites your bottom lip, tugging gently before letting go. "Let me take care of you. That's why you came, right?"
Her hands find the button of your jeans, and you let her undress you piece by piece. Jeans and underwear and shirt, until you're bare on her lap and she's still fully clothed, and the power imbalance sits heavy in your chest.
"Look at you." Her fingers trail down your stomach, slow, teasing. "So pretty like this. All mine."
"Casual." you manage, breathless. "This is casual."
"Sure, baby." She's grinning as she shifts you onto your back, pressing you into the cushions. Her body covers yours, warm and solid. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."
She kisses down your throat, your chest, taking her time. Her mouth is hot and wet and she knows exactly where to linger, knows that the spot just below your ear makes you gasp. She's mapped every inch of you over the past months, and she uses that knowledge like a weapon.
"I missed this" she admits against your sternum, her tongue tracing a path lower. "Missed the sounds you make. Missed the way you say my name."
"You don't get to say that." Your voice cracks. "You don't get to act like you care."
She looks up at you, her mouth still pressed to your ribs, and there's something in her eyes that makes your chest ache. Something raw and real but it's gone before you can name it, replaced by that familiar smirk.
"Who said anything about caring?" Her hand slides between your thighs, fingers parting your folds, and you forget how to breathe. "I'm just saying- I missed this. The way you feel. The way you taste." She presses a finger inside you, just one, and your back arches off the couch. "The way you fall apart for me."
Your hands fist in the cushions as she works you open, slow and deliberate, her thumb finding your clit with practiced precision. She watches your face the whole time. Every expression and every flutter of your eyelids.
"That's it" she murmurs. "Let me feel you."
You're close embarrassingly fast, but she pulls her hand away before you can tip over, ignoring your whimper of protest.
"Not yet." She sits up, reaching for something on the floor beside the couch. A harness, already buckled, with a strap attached that makes your mouth go dry. "I want to feel you gag on this first."
She steps into the harness with ease, adjusting the straps before looking down at you with dark eyes. The strap stands proud between her legs, and she wraps her hand around it, stroking once, twice, watching you watch her.
"Open." It's not a request. You don't even pretend to hesitate. You kneel up, taking the silicone cock into your mouth, and Vicky's hand finds the back of your head immediately, guiding you deeper.
"That's fucking right." Her voice drops into Spanish, rough and low. "Así, mami. Trágatela toda."(Swallow it all)
You hollow your cheeks, taking her as deep as you can, and she groans above you. A sound that's equal parts pleasure and praise. Her hips rock forward slightly, fucking your mouth in a slow, shallow rhythm.
"Te gusta?" She watches you through half-lidded eyes. "Te gusta tener mi verga en esa boquita tuya."(You like to have my dick in that little mouth of yours)
You can't answer, can't do anything but take her, your eyes watering as she pushes deeper. The sounds you make are obscene. Wet and desperate- and she drinks them in like she's starving.
"Look at you." Her thumb traces your cheekbone. "Tan puta para mí." (Such a whore for me)
She holds you there for a long moment, buried to the hilt, letting you struggle and breathe through your nose. When she finally pulls back, you gasp for air, saliva trailing from your lips to the tip of the strap.
"Good girl." She strokes your hair back from your face, almost tender. "Now get on your hands and knees."
You move without thinking, positioning yourself on the couch cushions, your ass in the air. The leather of the couch creaks beneath your weight. You can hear her behind you, can hear the slick sound of her hand on the strap, and you press your face into the cushion to muffle the sound of your own need.
"Mira esto.” (Look at this) Her hand runs down your spine, over the curve of your ass. "So wet for me already. You been like this all night? Thinking about this?"
"Maybe." Your voice is muffled.
"Maybe." She laughs, soft and cruel. "Mentirosa. Sabes exactamente por qué viniste aquí". (You know exactly what you came here for)
She lines herself up, the tip of the strap pressing against your entrance, and you brace yourself. But she doesn't push in yet. She just holds it there, teasing, letting you feel the pressure without the relief.
"Tell me what you want."
"Vicky, please."
"Please what?" She drags the tip through your slick, slow circles that make your thighs tremble. "Use your words, bebita. Qué quieres?"
"Fuck me." The words tear out of you. "I want you to fuck me."
"See? That wasn't so hard."
She pushes in, and you cry out- a sound that's equal parts relief and desperation. She's slow at first, letting you adjust, letting you feel every inch of the silicone sliding into you. Her hands grip your hips hard enough to bruise.
"Fuck, yeah." Her voice is strained. "You feel that? Sientes mi verga adentro?"(Do you feel my dick inside?)
"Yes-God, yes-"
"Te tengo." She starts to move, a steady rhythm that builds with every thrust. "I got you, baby. I'm gonna fuck you so good you forget your own fucking name."
And she does. She fucks you hard and deep, her hips slapping against yours, the sounds of it echoing off the walls. She leans forward, pressing her chest to your back, and her mouth finds your ear.
"Mírate." Her voice is a whisper now, intimate. "Soaking my strap. Soaking my couch. Todo para mí."
You're babbling, nonsense words and pleas, and she eats it up, each desperate sound driving her faster. Her hand slips around to your front, fingers finding your clit, and she works you in time with her thrusts.
"Come for me." Her words were not a suggestion it was a demand she wanted you to make happen now. "Now."
Your orgasm rips through you, sudden and violent, and you scream into the cushion as your body clenches around the strap. She fucks you through it, groaning at the way you squeeze her, until you're trembling and spent beneath her.
She pulls out slowly and you collapse onto the couch, limp and breathless. You barely register the sound of the harness unbuckling, barely register the weight of her body settling beside you.
But then her mouth is between your thighs, warm and wet, and you yelp in surprise. Her tongue finds your clit, still oversensitive, and you whimper at the intensity. She's relentless, her fingers sliding back inside you as she sucks and laves, drawing out every last tremor of your first orgasm while building you toward another.
"Vicky- I can't-"
"You can." Her tongue curls inside you, and your hands fly to her head, fisting in her hair. "Give me one more. Una más para mí."(One more for me)
She works you with single-minded focus, moving between her tongue and her fingers, switching rhythms every time you get close until you're a desperate, sobbing mess beneath her.
"Please-please, Vicky-"
"Please what?" She looks up at you, her chin wet, her eyes dark. "Please let you come? Pídemelo."(Ask.)
"Please let me come." Your voice breaks. "Please, I need it-"
"Necesitas venirte para mí?"(You need to come for me?) She dips her head, tongue flat against your clit. "Then come. Now."
You do. You shatter, your vision going white as you clench around her fingers, as she works you through it with gentle, steady pressure until you're too sensitive to take anymore.
She crawls up your body, settling beside you, and for a long moment there's nothing but the sound of both of you breathing, the smell of sex thick in the air.
Then she pulls you against her chest, her arm wrapping around your waist, and your body melts into her warmth. Her lips press to your forehead.
"Te quedas esta noche."(You're staying tonight) It's not even a question at this point. You lie there in the dark, listening to her heartbeat slow beneath your ear, and the familiar shame starts to creep in. The same shame that always comes after, when the high fades and reality settles back into your bones.
"Vicky."
"Mm?"
"This is the last time."
She doesn't say anything for a long moment. Just strokes your hair, slow and soothing. "I mean it." You push yourself up to look at her, needing her to see how serious you are. "I can't keep doing this. It's killing me."
She looks up at you, her expression unreadable. Then her mouth curves into that familiar smile- soft, knowing and absolutely devastating.
"Okay, baby."
"You don't believe me."
"I believe you mean it." Her hand cups your cheek, thumb tracing your jaw. "Right now. In this moment. I believe you think this is the last time."
"It is."
"Sure." She pulls you back down, tucking your head under her chin. "We'll see."
You want to argue. You want to push away, to prove her wrong, to finally have the last word. But her arms are so warm around you, and her body is familiar, and the night is dark and quiet, and you're so, so tired.
So you stay.
And when your phone buzzes tomorrow night, and the night after that, and the night after that- you'll tell yourself the same thing. This is the last time. You mean it this time.
And you'll keep meaning it, right up until the moment her name lights up your screen, and your thumb hovers over the message, and you realize that some addictions don't have a cure.
Some addictions have a name.
Vicky's laugh echoes in your head as you drift off. Not cruel, not mocking but knowing that you will end uo in the same place again. The laugh of someone who's already seen the end of this movie, and knows exactly how it goes.
*We’ll see*
And with closing your eyes and slowly drifting to sleep beside her you already know it definitely won’t be the last time.
