#young miko

[youngmikosource]

YOUNG MIKO - BIAF (2026)

[glittter-vamp]

Young Miko via Instagram

[v3writes]

EL CHOLI

young miko x fem!reader

synopsis: reader is young mikos dancer and tonight is the final choli show, a intimate dance during sin pausa strikes fans attention. followed by a fun dinner and night back at the hotel….

warnings: smut! scissoring! oral! fingering!

(1.5k word count. kinda short but it’s ok)

The lights of El Choli pulsed like a living heartbeat, the roar of thousands of voices shaking the concrete foundations of the Coliseo de Puerto Rico. Young Miko stood at the center of it all sweat-slicked skin glowing under the strobes, her scorpions chain shaped into a heart glinting at her neck, that signature cocky half-smile painted on her face as she commanded the stage. This was one of the biggest nights of her career, a homecoming that felt like coronation. And halfway through the set, the beat dropped into the unmistakable opening of “Sin Pausa.”

The crowd lost it.

A single red sofa chair was placed center stage. Miko dropped into it with effortless swagger, legs spread, arms draped over the backrest as the first dancer approached. The routine was sensual, choreographed to tease hips rolling, hands sliding over Miko’s shoulders, thighs brushing close but never quite giving the audience everything. The second dancer followed, more aggressive, grinding down with sharp, precise movements that had the stadium screaming.

Then it was your turn.

You’d been in three of her music videos already always the one closest to her, the one the camera lingered on during the intimate cuts. Fans had already started calling you “Miko’s girl” in edits and comments, even if nothing was ever confirmed. But they didn’t know about the stolen kisses in dressing rooms, the late-night hotel doors that never stayed locked, the way her hands already knew exactly how you liked to be touched.

The moment you stepped into the light, the chemistry shifted. The air thickened.

You wore a lacy bralette black top that barely contained you paired with some black shorts that were basically underwear and that sat dangerously on your hips, the same dark, sleek aesthetic as hers. Your hair was blown out with beautiful volume. Miko’s eyes locked on yours the second you appeared, and that smirk deepened into something hungrier, something real.

The music thumped through your bones “Cuando tu me das sin pausa siento….” she sung as you stalked toward her like you owned the stage and her. You planted one knee on the chair between her thighs, leaning in so your chest brushed her shoulder. Your hips rolled slow and deliberate, grinding down against her lap in perfect time with the beat. Miko’s hand came up instinctively, resting on your lower back, fingers splaying possessively. Not part of the original choreography, but neither of you cared.

You arched, dragging your body up hers, lips hovering inches from her neck. You could smell her sweat, cologne, the faint sweetness of the drink she’d had backstage. When you dropped low again, ass pressing firmly into her lap, you felt her hips twitch upward to meet you. The crowd screamed louder. Phones were everywhere, flashing, recording. You didn’t care. You let your hand slide up her chest, fingers brushing the chains at her throat, then cupped the back of her neck as you rolled your hips in a deep, filthy grind that made her bite her lip.

Miko’s gaze was pure fire. For three and a half minutes, the rest of the world disappeared. It was just her thighs under you, her breath against your collarbone when you leaned in, the way her fingers dug into your waist like she was barely stopping herself from dragging you off stage right then. When the song ended and you stood, she gave your ass a subtle, possessive tap that the cameras definitely caught.

The rest of the show flew by in a haze of adrenaline. When the final lights dropped and the encore cheers finally faded, you were backstage before the sweat had even cooled on your skin.

Miko found you in the dressing area, still buzzing. She grabbed your hand without a word, pulling you close enough that her lips brushed your ear.

“Dinner. Then hotel. Now.”

The restaurant was a quiet, upscale spot a few blocks from the venue dim lighting, private booths, the kind of place where celebrities could actually eat without being mobbed. You sat across from her in a corner booth, legs tangled under the table. Miko had changed into a black hoodie and baggy jeans, hood half up, but she still looked like sin. You wore a casual dress top that was slightly unbuttoned with a black tank top underneath and some black denim bootcut jeans that hugged you perfectly.

She kept feeding you bites of her food a perfectly cooked steak, her eyes never leaving your mouth. Conversation stayed light, but the tension was unbearable. Every time her foot slid up your calf, every time she licked sauce off her thumb while staring at you, you felt heat pool low in your belly.

“You were so fucking hot tonight,” she murmured, voice low. “Whole stadium wanted you. But they don’t get to have you.”

“Only you,” you whispered back, sliding your hand up her thigh under the table.

“I’m proud of you Vick- really proud.” you spoke.

She warmly smiled and paid quickly.

The hotel suite was luxurious floor to ceiling windows overlooking San Juan, soft lighting, a massive bed already turned down. The second the door clicked shut, Miko had you against it.

Her mouth crashed into yours, hungry and demanding. You moaned into the kiss as her hands roamed sliding under your shirt, palming your breasts, thumbs brushing over nipples that were already hard. She tugged the shirt off you in one rough motion, lips immediately attaching to your neck, sucking marks that would be visible tomorrow.

“Been thinking about this since you started grinding on me,” she growled against your skin. “Felt how wet you were through those shorts, mami.”

You laughed breathlessly, pushing her hoodie off her shoulders. “Then do something about it.”

She did.

Miko dropped to her knees right there by the door, unbuttoning quickly and yanking your pants and panties down in one go. She hooked one of your legs over her shoulder and buried her face between your thighs without hesitation. Her tongue was relentless long, slow licks followed by tight circles around your clit, then sucking hard enough to make your knees buckle. You gripped her hair, hips rocking against her mouth as she moaned into you, the vibrations sending sparks up your spine.

“Fuck—Vicky, just like that—” you gasped.

She slid two fingers inside you easily, curling them against that perfect spot while her mouth worked your clit. Your orgasm hit fast and hard, thighs shaking around her head as you cried out her name. She didn’t stop until you were trembling and oversensitive, only pulling back when you weakly pushed at her shoulders.

She stood, kissing you deeply so you could taste yourself on her tongue. Then she walked you backward toward the bed, shedding the rest of her clothes along the way. Naked, she was breathtaking toned from years of performing, tattoos dark against her skin, that confident smirk firmly in place.

You pushed her down onto the bed and climbed on top, straddling her. This time you set the pace kissing down her body, licking at her nipples until she was arching, then lower, spreading her thighs and returning the favor. Miko was vocal when you ate her out moaning your name, cursing in Spanish.

But you weren’t done.

You slid back up, positioning yourselves so your wet pussies pressed together. Miko’s hands gripped your ass, guiding you as you started grinding slow at first, then faster, slick heat sliding against slick heat. The friction was perfect, clit against clit, your moans mixing with hers. She sat up slightly, one arm wrapped around your waist, the other tangled in your hair as you moved together.

“Look at me,” she demanded.

You did. Eyes locked, foreheads pressed together, breathing the same air as the pleasure built again. The rhythm grew desperate wet sounds, skin slapping, breathless curses. When you came the second time, Miko followed right after, nails digging into your back as she shuddered beneath you.

You collapsed together, tangled and sweaty, kissing lazily as the aftershocks faded.

After a while, she rolled you onto your back, hovering over you with a wicked smile.

“Round two in the shower amor?” she asked, already kissing down your chest.

You laughed, threading your fingers through her hair. “You’re crazy.”

“Only for you.”

The couple days, social media was exploding.

Clips of your dance on Miko during “Sin Pausa” were everywhere—slow-motion edits, zoomed-in shots of her hand on your waist, the way she looked at you like she wanted to devour you right there. Comments flooded in:

You scrolled through them in bed, Miko’s arm draped possessively over your waist, her face buried in your neck. She peeked at your phone and chuckled.

“Let them talk,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “They don’t know the half of it.”

You set the phone aside and turned to face her, legs tangling again.

“Then show me the rest,” you whispered.

Miko grinned, already sliding on top of you.

The morning light filtering through the curtains was just the beginning of another long, delicious day.

a/n: i’m backkk 💋

[cherryred888]

this looks straight to a fanfic omg

[borimikko]

🖇️✩ ₊˚🩶⊹ PODCAST CONFESSIONS.

Just a quick simple one shot while i work on longer writing~ happy do not disturb deluxe! hope you all enjoy~

word count: 1.7k

details: fluff. songwriter! reader x young miko. wlw. special appearance from jay wheeler. slight look into jealous miko.

summary: in which your world famous girlfriend gets confident enough to reveal your relationship on her friend's podcast.

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you had worked with multiple people in the industry. anyone from bad bunny to billie eilish, jay wheeler, even rauw alejandro. in fact, that was how you met vicky. one night in a dim club closed off to the public for a party raúl had been throwing, he introduced you two and the rest truly was history.

you began working with vicky, better known by her stage name young miko, writing her some songs, working with mauro on production and such. months later you found yourself moving into her house in añasco. it was wild, how fast someone could go from a stranger to probably one of the most important people in your life. even two years into the relationship, you couldn't help but look back at how much time had flown by. most of the industry knew you were with miko, because despite all her slutty lyrics about having more than one girlfriend and sleeping around with multiple women, she was very much monogamous and slightly possessive. even when joking with friends, she'd made it clear that you were hers and eventually, so did the public. hard launching your relationship on a podcast wasn't exactly where you thought things would go, but there you were. sitting behind the camera, watching as jay wheeler and his wife zhamira interviewed your girlfriend.

most of the show was spent laughing, cracking jokes and being unserious until the topic of relationships came up. "miko, tú eres la única mujer en este planeta que a mí me asusta que me robe mi mujer." (miko, you're the only woman on this planet that makes me worried you'll steal my girl.) he spoke with a chuckle at the end, making your girlfriend laugh.

"porque eres tan linda, que siento que te puedes llevar a zhamira sin tener que hacer nada." (because you're so pretty, i feel like you could take zhamira without even trying.) his voice was teasing. you watched as miko laughed and shook her head at her old friend, knowing the statement was nothing more than a compliment.

"no, no, jay, nunca." (no, no, jay, never.) "lo sé, amor, te estoy jodiendo, te quiero mucho, mamita." (i know, love, i'm just joking. i love you a lot, mamita.) he spoke genuinely, not as jay wheeler the singer but more as josé ángel, her friend. there was something about the comfortable vibe, the cozy atmosphere, that made her feel so at ease that without thinking she responded.

"ya tengo la mía, estoy bien." (i already have mine, i'm good.) the words caught both you and jay off guard. he had seen you both hanging out a lot over the past two years, but had assumed you were simply part of miko's team, especially knowing how professional you usually were.

"¿qué tú me dices?!" (what are you telling me right now?) he asked, very much invested in the gossip despite being a straight man. you sat still, holding your breath as if everyone might suddenly acknowledge your presence. miko just chuckled. "so, tengo pareja." (so, i have a partner.) jay's eyes widened in disbelief. "¡acho, chica! ¿cuándo me ibas a decir eso?" (damn, girl! when were you gonna tell me?) vicky kept laughing. "eventually! it's been under wraps." she explained with a soft smile, glancing over at you. your face was slightly flushed. there was nothing wrong with her confession. you had both talked about things like this getting out eventually, you just never imagined it would happen this way.

"baby," she called out. it took you a second to realize she was talking to you. looking up, you locked eyes with her and flashed an awkward smile, giving a small wave. "¿quieres salir en el video?" (you wanna be in the video?) her tone was soft and sweet, almost protective. it made you blush harder, she had always been so considerate. jay quickly waved you over. "¡sí, sí, ven pa'acá!" (yes, yes, come over here!) that encouraged you to get up and move your chair into frame beside vicky. you offered a shy hello to the camera before turning to jay. it was his podcast, after all. the hard lights and the camera on you felt uncomfortable. yes, you worked in the industry, but you were the one behind the so-called magic of it all. never in front of cameras, your face practically unrecognizable to the public despite all the song credits you had racked up in your late twenties.

"le vamos a dar la bienvenida a y/n! letrista, productora, e ingeniera de sonido. ha trabajado con muchísimos artistas, y probablemente ha trabajado en una de tus canciones favoritas." (i want to welcome y/n to the pod! lyricist, producer, and sound engineer. she's worked with tons of artists and has probably worked on one of your favorite songs.) jay introduced. you couldn't help but feel shy, no one ever introduced you quite like that.

"wow, that's so nice," you chuckled. vicky noticed your stiffness in front of the camera and cut in to ease the tension. "she's worked with jay before, too." "sí, en el último álbum. pasamos mucho tiempo juntos y la aprecio de verdad por eso. tú eres una dura, y/n." (yeah, on my last album. we spent a lot of time together and i truly hold her close to my heart for it. you're the best, y/n.) he praised.

"diablo, pero ninguna de las dos me iban a decir que estaban juntas, mano!" (damn, but neither one of you was going to tell me you two were together, man!) he teased. you laughed. "no, no- yo te dije que tenía pareja, jay." (no, no - i told you i had a partner, jay.) "¡cabrona, pero nunca dijiste que era young fucking miko!" (bitch, you never said it was young fucking miko!) the room erupted in laughter and the conversation kept flowing, the awkward tension in your body easing as the podcast started to feel like a chat between friends.

"tú no sabes cuántos tipos me han preguntado por y/n." (you don't know how many guys have asked about y/n.) vicky tilted her head slightly, as if turning something over in her mind. "¿quién?" she asked jay, her tone edging into something more serious. you could already feel her jealousy building.

"ay, casi todos, cada hombre soltero que entraba a mi estudio con ella salía de allí enamorao." (oh, almost all of them. every single guy that walked into my studio with her left falling in love with her.) all you could do was chuckle. you knew exactly how possessive and jealous your girlfriend could get, and you weren't even a public figure. with men, women, regardless of gender. she wanted everyone to know you were hers and she was yours, and moments like this were exactly why.

"pues se jodieron, tiene novia." (well, they're fucked. she has a girlfriend.) she cut in, the smile on her face fading just slightly. you rested a hand on her knee, a quiet reassurance. "shit, sí, y celosa." (shit, yeah, and a jealous one.) he laughed. you both cracked up. vicky blushed a little at being called out for her reaction to the idea of random men asking about you. even if deep down, she knew you were completely hers.

the podcast wrapped up not long after, the crew beginning to break down equipment around you while jay pulled vicky into a separate conversation, something about a feature he'd been sitting on for months. you slipped back behind the camera out of habit, fingers absently tidying the cords near the monitor even though it wasn't your setup to manage.

zhamira caught you doing it and laughed softly. "you can't help yourself, can you?"

"occupational hazard," you admitted with a smile.

it was another twenty minutes before vicky broke away from jay, and the moment she did, her eyes found you immediately, almost like a reflex. like you were the first thing she looked for whenever she entered a room, which you had slowly come to realize over the past two years was exactly the case. she crossed over to you without a word, arms slipping around your waist from behind as you were zipping up your bag. her chin came to rest on your shoulder, and you felt her exhale. long and slow, the kind she only let out when it was just the two of you. or close enough to it. "lo hiciste bien." (you did well.) she murmured against the side of your face.

"i barely said anything."

"exactly." you could feel her smile against your cheek.

"you were perfect." you laughed quietly, turning in her arms to face her. up close, away from the lights and the camera and the version of herself she performed for the world, she just looked like vicky. tired eyes, the little crease between her brows she got when she was finally coming down from social mode, lip gloss mostly worn off.

"you could have warned me," you said, though there wasn't any real weight behind it. she had the decency to look at least a little guilty. "i know. it came out." she searched your face for a moment.

"are you upset?" you thought about it. genuinely considered the question. the camera, the lights, the sudden spotlight on a life you'd carefully kept quiet. jay's wide eyes. the clip that was probably already being edited into something viral. "no," you said honestly. "i'm not upset."

the crease between her brows softened. she brought one hand up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear the way she always did when she didn't quite have the words. a small, practiced tenderness that she'd never once done for a camera.

"te amo," (i love you) she said simply.

"i know you do." you leaned in, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth.

"y yo a ti." (i love you too.) she pulled you in the rest of the way, and the kiss was unhurried and quiet, nothing like the loud, bright evening you'd just survived. when she pulled back, her forehead dropped against yours and she let out a soft laugh.

"jay is going to send me that clip every day for the rest of my life."

"probably," you laughed, knowing how jay loved to terrorize your girlfriend with embarrassing moments of herself. adding this jealous burst to the roaster was probably gold for him, and you, reminding yourself how cute vicky would get when jealous.

"worth it," she decided. and standing there in the dim aftermath of someone else's studio, her arms still around you and the rest of the world slowly filtering out, you thought so too.

[mikosscorpion]

Miko smut idea. So like miko and reader backstage and she's going to go one in a few so miko teases reader by eating her out while reader can't grab onto miko to avoid messing up her hair and makeup. Reader has to keep her hands off miko but reader could squeeze mikos hand inadvertently telling miko how she's feeling.

luv this request :))) (reader is described as a very feminine presenting tattoo artist in this, if u care :p) (i luv miko in this fit and hair so bad omg).

smut

“Pre-show Ritual”

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you sit in miko's small green room at the 2026 festival estéreo picnic, aimlessly scrolling through your tiktok for you page.

miko is currently in the bathroom, taking care of her business before showtime in approximately 20 minutes.

sighing softly, you lean back against the couch, the exhaustion from traveling slowly catching up to you.

miko loves to bring you along with her when traveling. you being a celebrity tattoo artist with your own schedule, makes this much easier.

"mikooo!" you drag out her nickname, "babyyy!" you hear her call back out to you on the other side of the door.

a small smile tugs on the corners of your mouth at that, "¡rápido!" you say.

"¡ya voy, mami!" she exclaims.

shortly after, the bathroom door is pulled open and she walks out, flicking the light off.

"i wouldn't go in there for like- 10 minutes." she jokes, rubbing her belly as she closes the door behind her. you toss your phone down on the couch with a laugh, "you're so stupidd!".

she laughs, making her way over to you.

you can't help but gawk at her, her makeup is done to perfection—besides her lipgloss because she likes to put it on right before going on stage—wavy extensions in her hair, while dressed in her 'i ♥️ lesbians' t-shirt paired with baggy jeans.

"que ricoo!" you exclaim, looking up at her. you notice the blush on her cheeks as she stands directly in front of you.

"¿te gusta?" she smirks at you, "i love. you're so pretty, baby." you smile at her, lifting your hand up to grab the hem of her shirt.

"stop playinn'." she laughs, looking down at you now.

in the midst of this, you notice she has that one look in her eyes. probably because of how you're looking up at her through your eyelashes.

"what?" you giggle softly, tilting your head, "mm mm." she hums, now grabbing your hand.

she looks up to her right, looking at the clock hung up on the wall before looking back at you.

"c'mere." she mumbles, "why?" you say in a teasing voice. she pulls you up anyway, making you stand up in front of her.

before you even have time to think, she grabs your face and presses her lips against yours in a passionate kiss.

shocked by her sudden action, it takes a second before you begin to kiss her back, the same amount of passion pouring into her lips.

you grip both sides of her shirt, pulling her impossibly closer to you.

she slides her right hand down to your neck, grabbing it softly as she slips her tongue into your mouth.

you inhale deeply as both of your tongues meet, swirling around each other with purpose.

you slowly pull away to take a breather, your bottom lip caught in between her teeth in the process.

you look up at her as she releases your lip, another smirk creeping onto her lips.

"what are you trying to start, baby?" you breathe out slowly, "you look too good right now. all dressed up to watch me perform, mami." her eyes trail down your body, as well as her hands.

you're wearing a black long sleeved top that ties in the front paired with a flowy denim mini skirt showing off your tattooed legs.

your hair is done in a perfect half up half down and your face in your go-to makeup look, all done by you.

"i gotta' for my baby." you smile at her, her eyes meeting yours once again.

"well, i got 15 minutes to..." miko cuts herself off with an exhale, "to what?!" you laugh.

"eat your pussy." she softly bites her bottom lip, "babe!" you exclaim, "hm? c’mon, sit back down." she lets go of your waist.

"wait baby, you have to go on in like less than 20." you say, "yeah, so let's not waste anymore time, sit down!" she laughs causing you to let out a small giggle before doing as she says.

"theree we go." she smiles at you, sitting pretty in front of her.

she jogs to the door, quickly locking it before making her way back over to you.

she bends down, pressing a slow kiss against your lips. you let out a soft moan against her lips before she pulls away and gets down on her knees.

miko bites her lip, now looking up at you as she grabs your thighs and scoots your body closer to the edge of the couch.

"mmm, mira esta." she hums softly as she spreads your legs open revealing your pink panties, a growing damp spot right in the middle of your pussy.

she brings up your left leg, resting your thigh on her right shoulder with a light squeeze.

she leaves wet kisses up your thighs, coming to a stop at the inner part, darting her tongue out as she leaves a small bruise on your skin.

miko lifts up your skirt and swiftly pulls your panties over to the side.

"que rico." she mimics you from earlier causing you to let out a small giggle.

your laugh is cut off by her tongue slipping in between your folds, licking a long stripe against your wet center.

a guttural moan escapes your lips at this motion, your hands instinctively reaching for her head.

"mm mm." she pulls away, grabbing your hand before you can reach her hair.

"no touching. i gotta' go on after this, nena." she says, her tone full of dominance yet still soft because she's speaking to you.

"but baby." you whine, "mm mm, gimme' this one and lay back for me, ma." she says, reaching for your right hand.

you does as she says, intertwining both of your tattooed fingers with a small gasp as she gets back to work.

her tongue teasing your entrance, bringing your wetness over your clit and repeating this action a few more times.

your mouth drops open at this, a whine escaping it.

miko moans softly into your center, the vibrations eliciting another moan from your lips.

you grab onto the cushion with your free hand, whimpering as she sucks your throbbing clit into her mouth.

"fuuckk papii." you whine, your eyes rolling back as she practically slurps out your soul.

she flicks her tongue over your clit, squeezing your thigh as if it's a stress ball.

without thinking, you begin to slowly gyrate your hips onto her mouth, making the sensation that much more intense.

"fu-baby, i-i'm gonna' cum." you whimper, embarrassed a little bit by how quickly she brought you to your climax.

miko giggles softly into your wetness, her confidence growing by the second.

she pulls away for a moment, "let it out for me, mami." she says, quickly getting back to sucking on your bundle of nerves.

your eyes roll back once again as your legs tremble around her, finally allowing that knot in your stomach to release.

with one last drawn out, breathy moan, you cum into miko's mouth, your hips stuttering.

miko slowly cleans up your mess, making sure not to miss a drop without starting something up again, that she won't be able to finish.

"fuckk." you whine as she pulls away from your pussy lips, a small noise coming from her mouth.

miko moves your panties back to their original spot before fixing your skirt back down.

she smiles up at you as she gently moves your leg off of her shoulder then stands up, her lips and a little bit around them, still glistening.

you smile as you catch your breath, sitting back up right with the help of her pulling your hands.

she bends down, still holding your hands, and presses a sweet kiss against your lips which you instantly reciprocate.

being able to taste yourself on her lips and tongue, you moan softly before pulling away with a breathy laugh.

she laughs as well, pecking your lips once more.

"you okay, mami?" she asks you, licking her lips, her eyes sparkling while looking at you.

"i'm perfect." you smirk so she smiles, unable to stop herself from pecking your lips once again.

"te amo mucho." she gives you one more peck, "yo también te amo." you smile up at her.

"you look so beautiful, mami." she hums as you fix your hair so you smile, your cheeks heating up, "gracias, mi amor.".

"do i still look good?" she asks you posing for you, "hermosa. like nothing even happened." you giggle.

miko then glances back at the clock, "with 4 minutes to spare!" she exclaims causing you to laugh heartily.

"whateverr!"

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[zadzunny]

The Baddies perreando en la casita at the Benito Bowl to Yo Perreo Sola

[crochetcatsx]

Duro, Daddy

x reader, fluff, angst, graphic smut. Inspired by Young Miko lyrics, but Vera is a fictional character.

***WARNING: smut, explicit lesbian sex, 18+ only***

Fulfilling a request for angry sex. And I needed to write something after Duro, haha.

9.182 words.

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The first time you’d said it, you’d meant it almost sassily. You’d been struggling to get a heavy box from your car, something a friend has loaded into it for you. You couldn’t quite get a good grasp on it, and were swearing to yourself out loud when Vera found you.

“Maldita nena, cálmate. Déjame ver si puedo ayudar”, her smile is charming, her hands flat and motioning downward in the universal symbol of ‘calm down’.

You roll your eyes, your voice frustrated as you step back, “Sí, claro, adelante”, throwing your hands up. 

“Babygirl, would you chill?”, she laughs, rolling her eyes back at you, intentionally dramatic in a way that is goofy.

Hands on each side of the box, she effortlessly lifts it free, asking “Where is this going?”

Silent for a moment, you sigh and say, “How the fuck? Ok daddy, god. In the living room, please.”

She blinks at you, licking her bottom lip. It looks like she is about to say something, but she bites her lip and turns with the box. Following behind her, you continue to mutter to yourself, still unsure how she managed to lift that.

“How much time you spending in the gym exactly, babe? I’ve been out here for like ten minutes trying to move that, it was nothing to you.”

Laughing, she says, “A little bit more time maybe.”

You hold the door open, letting her enter the house before you. She carries the box to your living room, and your eyes can’t help but fall to her ass as she bends to the floor with it. Her fingers release it, and you watch as she curls and uncurls them a few times afterwards, shaking her wrists out.

“What do you think that weighs? You carried it in like it was empty. Keep doing shit like that in front of me and I won’t be carrying anything over thirty pounds.”

Expression amused, she pops her hip to the side, flexing one arm out and pursing her lips together. Somehow it reads as a mixture of girly pop and masculine at once, something that only she could manage to pull off. Your eyes flick upwards in mock frustration, and she grabs you around the waist when you aren’t looking.

Gasping, you say, “Hey-”, as she lifts you.

Once your feet are off the ground, she shifts and her hands execute a series of movements that somehow position you in her arms, bridal style. She smirks at you, spinning once, before taking a few steps forward and dropping you on the couch.

Your jaw drops, moving as you struggle to find words. 

She laughs, hand on her stomach, giggles between her words as she says, “¿Dijiste ‘daddy’? ¿Te acuerdas? Daddy puede lanzarte por los aires si quiere, ¿sabes?”

Turning away, she has the audacity to wink at you over her shoulder before she leaves the room. 

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Two weeks later you go out with friends and drink more than you should, someone calls Vera to pick you up without mentioning it to you. When she appears at the club, you’re initially surprised, but quickly move on to convince her to dance with you for a few songs. Your hands start to wander under her shirt, and she laughs, taking your hands in hers and moving them as she kisses you softly.

“Ma, we’re out, you can’t do that here. I think you had a bit to drink, huh? Let’s get you home?”, she says loudly into your ear.

You whine, talking at a near yell, “But we’re dancing.”

“We can dance at home baby, you can even pick the music.” She takes your hand, leading you towards the exit.  

Pouting, you try to sound sarcastic as you shout, “I guess daddy has to take me home, huh? I’m out here drinking too much and getting handsy at the club.”

Laughing, she says, “Don’t be like that. Let’s go home, you can do whatever you want at home.”

Her hands fall to your hips, one wrapped behind you, as she guides you closer to the door. 

“What if it’s you?”, you ask.

She looks confused, “¿Qué?”

Giggling, you yell, “What if it’s you that I want to do when I get home, daddy?”

The music suddenly rises in volume as the beat changes, and you can’t hear the sound that she makes, but her face tells you that your comment earned a groan in response. “You just yelled that”, she shouts over the thumping rhythm.

“It’s LOUD, and I want you to fuck me”, you yell again.

“It wasn’t when you yelled that. Could you just be quiet for a minute? Damn.”

When you reach the car and attempt to climb into the passenger seat, she redirects you.

“No, no, no. Asiento trasero del carro para ti, pequeña borracha.”

The backseat is covered in blankets, and a stack of airport sick bags is in one seat.

You glare at her, still yelling in the quiet parking lot, “Really? Sick bags. Ok, now this is reallllly daddy behavior. Like actually. Come onnnn, I’ve never gotten sick in the car.”

“Maldita sea, deja de gritar, it’s quiet out here. And you know what, you’re right. You’ve only thrown up out my window three times. ¿Pero quién está contando? Tal vez el idiota que va al lavado de autos cada vez”, somehow the tone of her Spanish is sassier, and you glare at her.

“No voy a vomitar. Ahora llévame a casa, DADDY, he pasado el toque de queda.”

She gives you a pointed look, leaning over to buckle you in and then closing the door. You watch her rub her temples as she walks around to the driver’s side door. 

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The next morning you wake up with a pounding headache, and pull your comforter over your head. The morning light is offensive, and somewhere a dog is barking. A few moments later the overwhelming smells of cooking flood your senses, something involving eggs. You plug your nose, sitting up to light the candle by your bed. Once it’s lit you hold it near your face, observing the other items on the bedside table as you continue to plug your nose.

A handwritten note is next to your water bottle, with Ibuprofen, Tylenol, crackers, a bottle of Coke, and your weed pen. Groaning, you table the medications as you start reading Vera’s note.

“Mi vida,

Me imagino que te sientes terrible. 

Toma la medicina y vuelve a acostarte, come un poco. 

Yo comeré en la sala para que el olor no te moleste. 

Te amo.”

You take the crackers and the weed pen under the blanket with you, trying to convince yourself that you should eat a few bites. Logically, you know that you shouldn’t take 800 mg of Ibuprofen on an empty stomach. In reality, these crackers look like actual garbage, and the smell of whatever Vera is cooking makes you want to be underground somewhere. You take a few hits of the vape, and an ungodly noise makes you cover your ears. Even through your hands, the horrible sound is overwhelming.

It takes a few seconds to realize that it’s your phone. Shuffling in bed, you locate it and answer without looking at the screen.

“Hello? ¿Hola?”

A voice that you recognize as your friend Paloma’s says, “¿Suenas vivo?”

“Apenas. Dios, ¿qué me dejaron beber anoche, un barril entero?”

She laughs, “Girllll, we tried to stop you. Why you think we called your girl on you?”

You make a sound, “You guys called her?”

“Yeah, you were getting kinda messy? She was really sweet with you. But, um, just so you know, you kinda might find videos online?”

“Fuck, don’t say that. Why?”, you ask as you pull the blanket over your head.

“So, it was loud, and you were kinda yelling at Vera? You yelled some things.”

“Tell me the things Paloma, goddamn.”

“You kinda loudly asked her to take you home, suggestively. And then called her daddy.”

The sound that you make is almost a squeak, “It was really loud though?”

“Yeah, not when you yelled it, honey. And you were kinda screaming?”

You make another sound, saying nothing.

After a few seconds Paloma says, “And umm, Vera kinda stormed in noticeably. She didn’t like, try to hide at all? She came in with her hair down in a short sleeve shirt, she was definitely clockable as herself. In public, with her fiancee screaming ‘daddy’ at her.” 

“Paloma”, you say.

“I saw phones out, I’m just warning you.”

Halfway through her sentence you hear your bedroom door open, so you say “Paloma I have to go. Thanks for the warning.”

Silence follows, and you stay under the blanket. You hear quiet footsteps, and movement on the bed next to you. The blanket shuffles and Vera snuggles in next to you, the smell of her shower gel filling the air around you. Her eyes are gentle on yours, and she holds your gaze for a few seconds.

“Paloma?”, she asks.

“Yeah,” you murmur.

“Checking in on you?”

“Yeah.”

“Did I also hear something about a warning?”

Sighing, you say, “I’m told that I was yelling things.”

She laughs, “You were.”

“Was it really that bad?”

“I mean, you kinda chose a poor moment. The music got quiet and we were right by a bunch of people when you were yelling.”

“What did I yell?”

She smirks and laughs again, “I was trying to convince you to come home with me. I said you could listen to music at home and do whatever you wanted once we got there. Directly quoting you here, because I’ll remember this forever, you yelled: ‘What if it’s you that I want to do when I get home, daddy?’...and then when I told you to quiet down, you shouted, ‘It’s LOUD, and I want you to fuck me’”

“Oh god.”

“Also there were kinda a lot of people in the parking lot when you were yelling about throwing up, and you called me daddy again.”

“Vera, I’m sorry”, you say, your voice just above a whisper.

“I mean, I don’t care. But I forgot to wear a hoodie and a few people tried to talk to me. So there’s that.”

“Paloma said that she saw phones out.”

She winces, “I mean, yeah… Maybe let’s just stay off of TikTok for a couple days, hmm?”

Your response involves burrowing your face into the pillow, making a loud noise into it that isn’t as muffled as you’d hoped.

“Oye, cariño, escucha. ¿Es realmente tan malo? So my fiancee wants me so bad that she’s yelling about it, who cares? It’ll blow over. Maybe you’ll find the videos funny in about ten years?” 

You roll your face towards her again, “Are you giving me a pep talk about rumors?”

Smirking, she says, “Daddy behavior?”

“Vera Marianna!”, you screech as you whack her with a small pillow. 

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Tiktok had unfortunately blown up, Vera daddy memes were everywhere. Vera had guessed that it would pass quickly, but it’s been three weeks now. You’ve been wearing a lot of hats, hoodies, and large sunglasses.

After much encouragement, you’d been persuaded to go to the grocery store. Tonight would be a late dinner, and it made sense to go out earlier before the store got busy. You go in the afternoon, and realize that this is the time of day that school ends. The store is full of teenagers.

Looking down, you quickly gather everything on your list. The last item that you need is a specific shaped pan, and you walk towards that part of the store. You walk by a Father’s Day display, looking around before pausing to laugh at corny mugs. Picking one up, you turn it around to read the other side.

From behind you a voice says, “Better take one home for daddy.”

The mug falls from your hands as you spin, and the teenager behind you looks shocked at the sound of the mug shattering on the floor. You look down, eyes following the explosion of ceramic shards. When you look back up, the teenager is gone, and you sigh. You bend down to scoop up the ceramic fragments, and accidentally prick the side of your finger on one. A tiny red bead pools on the side of your finger, and you wrap it in a tissue from your purse. Glancing at the display again, you grab an unbroken twin of the one you dropped.

When Vera gets home that night you hand her the mug, filled with the shards of its copy.

She reads the mug, laughing out loud and making a shocked face at you.

Her voice is as wild as her eyes as she reads it, “Don’t make me use my daddy voice on you? What the fuck is this?” 

You laugh, “A mug that I made the mistake of looking at. A literal teenager said ‘Better take one home for daddy’, and I was so shocked that I dropped it. So I paid for two at the self checkout.”

Expression shifting from shocked to amused, she visibly holds back her laughter as she says, “I’ll treasure it forever.”

Groaning, you say, “Please don’t.”

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The daddy joke has run its course. You avoid anything near the word ‘daddy’ in conversation for months, and don't even call Vera ‘mami’ for a while. She thinks it’s hilarious, calling you ‘mami’ and ‘mamacita’ with a smirk, both names earning a glare for a while.

It’s so far back in your mind that you forget to filter it out of your words in a moment of sass. You’d been having car issues, and were delaying getting it looked into until you had more money saved up. Vera offered to pay for it, and you told her no, multiple times. It was kind, but you tried to avoid taking her money for stuff like this. She already wouldn’t let you contribute towards utilities and household services, you would take care of your car. 

Today Vera surprised you with plans, all day at a local spa. She said you’d seemed stressed, and she wanted to join you, but something work related came up last minute. As she’s already paid for two people for the day, she texted Paloma, who agreed to tag along with you. Paloma knew about your car issues, and offered to pick you up.

You enjoyed a lovely spa day, and felt relaxed until you arrived in your driveway afterwards. There was a large empty space in the open garage, the location that your car belonged. It doesn’t take much to put the pieces together, a surprise spa day that Vera was suddenly too busy for, and your missing car.

Vera is reading in the living room when you get home, and her posture tells you that she knows she’s in trouble. Silently, you glare at the top of her head until she looks at you. She smiles, it’s over the top, fake enthusiasm on her face.

Her voice is sugary, “Mi dulce y hermosa jeva. Te extrañé. Y, ¿Cómo estuvo tu día? ¿Estás relajada?”

“Tuve un gran día. ¿Dónde está mi carro?”

The sugary tone slips slightly, “En el mecánico. Pero cariño, no es nada grave. Estará listo para mañana.”

“Vera, that wasn’t the point. I told you that you didn’t need to do this. I was going to call in a couple weeks.”

“I know, but isn’t it just easier to know what it is and have it done?”

Sighing, you say, “Again, not the point. How much do I owe you?”

“You don’t owe me anything.”

“Tell me what you spent, please.”

“It doesn’t even matter? Can we just not, please. I wanted to take care of it for you.”

“I get that, but you don’t just get to swoop in and fix all of my problems. It’s not your job, I take care of my shit. Like god babe, you’re not my daddy. I don’t need a daddy, I didn’t ask for that.”

She rubs her temples, standing and moving towards you, “Mi vida, no dije que necesitas un daddy, damn. Just let me do things for you, I’m trying to help.”

“No, you didn’t say it, you’re just acting like it. Coming in and saving the day when I can’t handle it, thanks daddy”, you snap as you start to walk away.

Your breath leaves you in a huff as you’re pushed into the wall. Vera’s eyes are hard on yours, her body firmly pressing into you. She holds you against the wall, one hand pressed next to each side of your face.

“Ok, that’s enough. You car will be fixed tomorrow, it’s done, and it wasn’t even that fucking expensive.”

“Thanks, daddy,” you snap.

She groans, one of her hands moving to your throat and tipping your head up at her, “Baby, stop. When you’re being bitchy the daddy thing is kinda hot, it’s not doing what you think it is. God, do I have to fuck you into this wall to make you shut up?”

Her face changes, as though she hadn’t meant to say that out loud. 

Your eyes hold each other for a moment, and she says, “Estás loca, absolutamente loca. ¿Lo sabes?”

Eyes wild on yours, pupils blown out, seconds pass unblinkingly. She groans, kissing you hungrily. You make a shocked sound into the kiss as her body presses into yours with increased pressure, and her hips grind into yours. Electricity runs through you, arousal flaring to life suddenly, and your clit throbs. Your hips roll into hers again, and her knee slides between your legs.

Pulling back, her voice is low when she says, “I need to fuck you into this wall now. Please tell me that I can?”

Nodding, you say “If you want me to shut up, I think you’re gonna have to. Daddy.”

Her lips are on yours again, and she makes a sound near a growl as her tongue slides into your mouth. Her leg pushes up, under your dress and into your core. It feels like a lot, suddenly, through the thin layer of your panties. After a few seconds of firm pressure, she begins a rhythm with her knee, and you move into it helplessly.

The quick snap from anger to being turned on makes you feel desperate, and being pinned to the wall with her hand on your throat escalates it. You’re almost lightheaded with how turned on you are, and her knee has little sounds falling from you already. Her hand leaves the wall to run along your side, stopping at the hemline of your dress. She groans, grasping the edge of the fabric and pulling back from the kiss.

Lifting your dress, she says “hold this”.

Your hands leave her hips to take the edge of your dress from her, leaving everything below it open. When her hand is free, she moves her knee and slides your panties to the side. She doesn’t tease you, her fingers slipping between your folds to find your clit. Your hips arch into her hand as she starts circles there, just quick enough to be a bit too much. 

“Toda esa actitud. Todo lo que tengo que hacer para que te calles es esto, mis dedos entre tus piernas. Ya estás tan mojada, mami.”

She adds pressure and you moan, wincing slightly.

Laughing, she says, “¿Es eso demasiado para ti, amor?”

When you shake your head she says, “Niña traviesa, eso es lo que pensé. Siempre quieres más. Open your legs wider, let me give you more.”

When you do, her fingers slip lower, finding your opening. Two fingers slide in effortlessly, you’re so wet, and her palm bottoms out against you firmly. She starts a harsh rhythm like that, her fingers fucking up into you as her palm grinds against your clit. You roll into it as much as you can, with her hand at your throat, neck trapped as you stretch your body long to move your hips downward. 

Your eyes start to flutter closed, and she clicks her tongue at you before saying, “Keep those open, eyes on me.”

Her fingers take on a rapid curling motion inside of you, finding the sensitive spot along your inner wall and firmly digging into it. At the same time, her palm applies more pressure as it moves against your core, and you cry out as you try to stay locked on her eyes. 

“¿Todavía estás enojada conmigo?”

Groaning, you say, “Yes.”

Somehow her motions intensify even further, and her fingers slightly tighten on your throat as she says, “¿Estás seguro?”

“You’re not so incredible with your fingers that it fixes everything.”

Her hand suddenly slows, barely moving against you. You clench against her, and it feels like a pulse goes through your whole body as the sudden loss of sensation. The noise that comes from you sounds pathetic, a clear whine to it. 

She smirks, “Hmmm?”

Breathy, you say, “Goddamnit, I didn’t mean stop.”

“I didn’t stop. But it doesn’t seem like you’re ready to come yet.

You make an exasperated sound, “I was getting there.”

“You don’t get to come if you’re mad, baby. You still mad?”

“Vera, you don’t get to do this. Yes, I’m still mad.”

Her palm digs into you firmly, once, and you groan. Smirking, she says, “Then let’s talk. I was just trying to help, why can’t you just take it?”, her fingers rapidly curl into you on her last two words. 

Your hips grind into her palm as you say, “Fuck, can we talk later?”

“Didn’t I just tell you? You’re not coming if you’re mad.”

Rolling your eyes, you say, “This isn’t something I’m going to get over that quickly.”

She licks her lips before saying, “We’ll see.”

Her hand intensifies again, suddenly, resuming its previous harshness. Crying out, your hips jerk against her, neck pulling against her hand. She bites her lip, watching your face as she works into you. Despite your earlier words, it is incredible. Her palm puts delicious pressure against your clit as her fingers perfectly target the sensitive spot inside you. She knows what she’s doing, building you up quickly, the pressure in your stomach growing. You grind into her hand, hips at the angle that feels best, chasing more friction against your clit.

You tighten against her fingers again and she makes a sound, murmuring “Dios, qué sexy, la forma en que aprietas mis dedos. Cómo montas mi mano mientras te sujeto el cuello"

“Está tan bien, Vera, pero todavía estoy enojado.”

Laughing, she leans in, kissing the space in front of your ear, moving downwards. She kisses your jaw, then along your neck until she meets her hand. Making a sound in her throat, she nips the skin there before drawing it into her mouth. 

Your hips twitch as you whine, “Fuck, I won’t be able to cover that.”

Her hand continues against you as her mouth stays in place, long seconds ticking by as she applies suction to your skin. You clench against her fingers again and she moans, finally releasing her mouth from you. When she pulls back her eyes move there, and she bites her lip, the corners moving upwards in a small smile. 

Moaning, her eyes find yours again, “Damn, that’s hot. Yeah, you’re not hiding that from anyone mamacita.”

You respond with a sound, not trusting your voice. Her laugh is low, sexy, as she says, “We not talking now? You getting too close to something there mi vida?”

When you shake your head, she smiles, saying “Then talk to me babygirl, how you feeling?”

“It’s good”, you breathe out.

Her smile grows, “You’re close, I hear it in your voice.”

You make a sound and she laughs again, pulling her fingers free. Her hand leaves your throat as she says, “Turn around, bend over with your hands against the wall.”

Groaning, you do as she says, your hands making a sound when you slap them against the wall. She makes a noise, and you feel her hands on your hips as her jeans grind into your ass. The zipper feels cold against your skin, rough as she continues to roll into you. Her hands fan along your ass, one pulling back to smack it. She soothes over the skin with her palm, before pulling back to do it again. You cry out on the second smack, and she hums at you. 

Her body leaves yours as she says, “Eres tan hermosa por detrás”

You feel her fingertips move your panties aside to brush against the back of your labia, feather light, as she murmurs, “Especialmente aquí, tu coño mirándome.”

Her fingers continue to tease along you like that, barely grazing you. It’s enough to make you shift your hips backwards, to try to force her fingers to part you. She laughs again softly, backing her fingers up when you try to move on them, keeping them at a tease.

“What can I do to make today ok?”

Making an exasperated sound, you say, “Can you just fuck me?”

Two fingers suddenly move forward to find your entrance, sliding in and bottoming out firmly. She curls them into you, “Can you just let me take care of you? We’re getting married in five months, when do I get to start doing things for you?”

The sound that you make is a mixture of pleasure and frustration, “When we have the same last name.”

She laughs as her fingers continue, “Would you have even gotten it fixed by then?”

“That’s not the point”

Her fingers start railing into you as her free hand holds your hip in place. “Eres tan irritante a veces, ¿lo sabes? ¿El anillo en tu dedo no es suficiente?”

“Todavía no estamos casados.”

“Ya eres mía. Mi apellido no lo cambia. Déjame cuidarte”, her words are punctuated by the wet sound of her hand repeatedly bottoming out into you.

“No necesitas cuidarme, you’re not my daddy. We’re supposed to do things together, taking care of me feels onesided.”

Her hand stops, her voice frustrated, “Do you go on every tour? Carry equipment? Listen to me endlessly debate lyrics and album details? Put up with my insane schedule? Deal with the public?”

When you say nothing she says, “Well?”

“Yeah?”

“Then you deserve to be taken care of, you’re taking care of me. You’re putting up with so much for me. It’s not just about fucking money. I’m not trying to be your daddy, I just love you. God.”

“I love you too, but I’m not trying to take advantage of you.”

Her fingers pound into you again, “You’re not taking advantage if I’m doing it without you asking, you’re just being stubborn.”

You moan, your eyes drifting closed as she slams into the same spot repeatedly. “Maybe.”

“I’m not looking for ‘maybe’. Are we good? Can we get past this already?”

“Can you talk to me before you do sneaky shit behind my back to ‘take care of’ me, please?.”

“Will you actually be receptive to it?”

Sighing, you say “I’ll try to be.”

The fingers of her other hand slide from your hip, trace the skin along the top of your panties as she asks, “I’ll take it… Still mad, love?" 

Opening your eyes, you glance over your shoulder to look at her. Her blue eyes find yours, and her expression is tender. You see lust in her features, traces of irritation, but her gaze mostly translates as loving. Under it all, she’s always just loving you. 

You shake your head, murmuring “No, we’re good. I love you.”

“I love you too”, she smiles, as her fingers dip under the hem of your panties, sliding past damp curls to find your wetness.

She makes a sound before her words continue, “Cariño, you soaked through your panties. Even when you’re mad you get so wet for me, it’s so fucking sexy.”

Your eyes flutter as her fingertips find your clit, matching the rapid rhythm of the fingers inside you. She lets you lean into it now, and you feel yourself clench against her fingers as you grind into her.

“And that again, that way you grip my fingers? Mami, that’s so hot.”

Everything about the way that she’s talking to you does it for you, the way that her words are a mixture of sweet and dirty, the low tone of her voice. How her hands keep working on you regardless of what she’s saying, sometimes even punctuating her words. Her little sounds and audible breathing between words tell you that what she’s doing is getting to her, you know that she’s just as turned on as you are. 

Her hands continue uninterrupted as she leans over you, planting tiny kisses along your spine. She stops on your lower back, an inch above the top string of your throng, drawing the skin there into her mouth. You moan, hips twitching into her fingers as her mouth holds on you, and it’s almost as though the sensation travels straight to your clit.

You hold your breath, focusing on the sensations that she’s building within you. Everything feels as though it’s rising, her circles on your clit somehow redefine perfection with each second, the pressure in your stomach growing with every movement of her fingers. Holding your breath almost draws it out, allowing you to savor the space where she currently has you, notice each tiny increment of that rising feeling. You’re close, and it’s so good that you almost aren’t ready to fall over the edge yet.

Your legs shake and Vera smirks, voice low as she says, “Estás cerca, mi vida.”

Her words make you moan, and breathing returns with a rush. It makes your chest ache in a pleasant way, and your vision goes splotchy as you inhale deeply. When your eyes open to find hers again, she looks almost smug, aware of when and why you hold your breath. 

Almost whining, you breathlessly ask, “¿Puedo venir? No estamos peleando.”

“Hmmm, ¿debería dejarte venir? ¿Cómo me llamaste antes, cuando estabas siendo traviesa?”

You sound as exasperated as you can manage, barely forming words with how close you are, “¿En serio? ¿Quieres escucharlo?”

Her laugh is sexy, low and turned on, “Sí. Quiero escucharte pedirlo, cosita dulce.”

Groaning, so close that you feel the edges of orgasm, your voice shakes as you say, “¿Puedo venir, daddy? Porfa, necesito venir.”

You watch the way it rolls over her, her eyes hooded as she says, “Fuck, me gusta que me digas ‘daddy’. Ven por mí, amor, dámelo.”

The words settle over you, your body processing the knowledge that she’s done teasing, you won’t be edged this time as you climb further. It’s heady, reverberates through you, and it’s as though an unknown hold that you’d maintained on yourself is lifted. Every sensation feels as though it’s been dialed up, and your legs start to tremble slightly as your pleasure overflows.

“Vera, Daddy, ya voy”, you manage as everything bursts within you.

You feel yourself contact hard against her fingers, holding your breath again as orgasm consumes you. She almost growls, teeth indenting her lower lip as she watches you ride it out. Her eyes briefly leave yours to watch her fingers, eyebrows tensing as she takes in the way that she fucks you. They look wanton when they return to yours, her expression taken over by how much this is getting to her. Her gaze doesn’t leave yours again as you pulse through it, and you’re grounded in that crisp shade of blue as everything else explodes. 

Your legs struggle to support yourself through the strength of your orgasm, and her unrelenting pace soon pushes you into overstimulation. You cry out, catching yourself as your knees buckle. It’s indescribably good, and you feel lost to a pleasure that borders on discomfort. It’s too much, and you have to force yourself to move into it, push further into that space. It forces your breathing to return, sparks in your vision as a pathetic sound falls from you. 

She stops without warning, fingers leaving your body as she’s abruptly in motion. She sits next to you with her back near the wall, hooded eyes finding yours as you twitch in the air, shocked by the sudden loss of sensation. Her smile is soft, and she licks her lower lip as she reaches for you.

“Come here love, leg over my shoulder, let me taste you.”

Taking her hand, your shaking legs shift towards her. She guides your left leg over her shoulder, and your right foot remains planted on the ground as your upper body stands to lean into the wall. You look down between your body and the wall, watching as she guides you where she wants you. Her eyes are on your core, and you watch as she uses two fingers to put slight pressure just above your clit, pulling back. It moves the hood of your clit, exposing the sensitive area to her gaze. 

Her eyes shift upwards to find yours, her expression quickly moving from hungry to tender, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

She smirks, eyes holding yours for a second longer before they return to the space between your legs. Her features turn lustful again, and her free hand moves your body towards her as she tips her head back. The first touch of her tongue makes your hips jerk, the way that she has your hood pulled back makes it feel very direct. It’s a lot of stimulation so quickly after orgasm, and your eyes close as you hold your hips against the sensation. Your body’s impulse is to move away, but memory makes you push you into that overstimulation.

Her tongue works against you firmly, but at a languid pace, knowing what you need in this. Pressing your eyes together more firmly, you tilt your hips into her, one leg shaking. It’s too much in a way that makes you breathless, a kind of good that hints at painful. It overwhelms every other sensation in your body, silences any thought process outside of it. The pleasurable discomfort gradually blooms in a way that nothing else parallels, shifting towards a richness of sensation that makes you feel desperate. 

Your eyes snap open at the same time that breathing returns, head dropping downwards to find your fiancee. Her eyes are closed, pretty mouth at work on you, and the sight makes your hips grind into her on impulse. One of your hands falls to her hair, and her gaze flickers to yours. You communicate without words, see how turned on she is through her eyes. 

The look that she sees in you inspires her to suddenly change technique, rapidly flicking her tongue against you, pressure behind it. It catches you off guard, and your hips roll into her again as you feel yourself clench against nothing. Crying out, your fingers tug at her hair. She makes a sound into you, the vibration of it pleasant in a way that makes you wish she was being more vocal. Fingertips find your entrance, teasing circles. The position prevents you from rolling onto her fingers, her hand pulls back slightly with your movements, minimal enough that her fingertips continue their pathway without interruption. 

Her eyes tell you that she’s playing a game, and you groan, murmuring, “Porfa mi amor, please.”

She blinks up at you, mouth perfect but fingers not doing what you want. “Your fingers baby, inside me please?”

The blink is more pointed this time, and you groan as the realization of what she wants hits you. “Daddy, please.”

Two fingers slam into you as her mouth becomes frantic, overstimulation sparking through you again. It feels as though she’s skipped five steps, a deep pressure rising in your stomach, flaring up without its usual build. Overstimulation so soon after orgasm can at times push you into another one quickly, sometimes without warning, and the edges of it prickle at you now. Her fingers rail into you at the perfect angle, finding the spot that she knows will make your legs shake again. 

Her eyes stay fixed on you as though she’s waiting, knows your body well enough to know that she shouldn’t blink. She plays you like an instrument, your legs starting to shake just as she intended. Your fingers clumsily untangle from her hair to aid in supporting you, both hands holding the wall as your legs grow weak. You cry out as you pulse against her fingers, finding relief in the way that she fucks into you through that fluttery sensation. 

The pressure rises within you, plateauing for an intense moment, formless sounds escaping you. It feels like your pleasure crackles in the air around you, almost looming. It breaks suddenly, and you fall into orgasm. You contract against her fingers hard, your body rhythmically moving against her with the waves of your release. Each surge of pleasure is somehow more intense than the last, and you can’t help the way that your body presses into her mouth as you crash through it. 

She works you through every second with practiced precision, giving you exactly what you need, making you feel wrecked with it. Years have taught her that when you tremble like this, you crave being pushed, and she doesn’t let up. She gives it to you until your hips start to arch away and your eyes water, kissing your oversensitive clit as she pulls back. Her fingers continue within you for a moment as she looks into your eyes, and the need there makes you weak in a new way.

You find yourself whispering, “Sweetheart”, and she moans softly. 

Biting her lower lip, she pulls her fingers free of you, hands reaching for your hips. Your legs feel unsteady as she moves you, shifting your position so effortlessly that it’s sexy. You find yourself sitting next to her with your back against the wall. Her fingertips make fast work of the button on her jeans, the zipper ringing out loudly before she pushes her pants and boxers down her legs. Naked from the waist down, she straddles your legs, and her lips find yours. 

Her hand locates yours, pulling it towards her. You both moan when your fingers push against her, your mind reeling at how wet she grew, untouched as she worked you over. The fingertips of your other hand wander to her thigh, and you moan again at the wetness that migrated there. 

She pulls back from the kiss, eyes wild as she says, “Lo necesito duro, ahora mismo. Fuck me.”

You moan, your second hand finding her entrance at her words. Two fingers move into her heat, and the way that she rolls into your hand makes your knuckles bottom out against her quickly. You both make a sound, and her eyes fall closed as you give her what she asked for. The fingers on her clit start slower, gradually working towards the speed of the fingers inside her, which move as quickly as you can. 

The way that she rides your fingers has your arousal climbing again. Everything about her reads as desperate, needy, burning up for it. Her expression is blatantly lost in pleasure, mouth open with small sounds escaping her lips. She’s so wet that your movements are audible, and you look down to watch the rhythm of your hands. Your clit throbs at the sight of her, glistening and pink with your fingers working against her. She’s pretty here, spread open and swollen, grinding into it. 

“Eres tan hermosa extendida en mis dedos, cariño, toda mojada para mí. I want to be grinding into it after this, just us.”

She makes a noise that draws your eyes upwards, and she nods at you with hooded eyes, murmuring “Qué rico, mi amor, justo así pa’mí. You’re gonna make me come, mami, I’m close. Then I want you on top of me.”

Her words shoot to your core, you want to watch her ride it out on your fingers, need to feel her wetness pressed up against yours afterwards. Your work against her clit with urgency, watch the way it makes her bite her lip. Sound escapes despite it, and you feel her contract against your fingers. Her pace against you grows frantic, her hips slamming down on your fingers, a snappy quality to the way she grinds into you. She cries out, her fingers digging into your shoulders as her back arches, pulsing firmly against your fingers as you watch her fall apart. She’s stunning, hips wild and without rhythm, expression lost in pleasure. Seeing her like this has you uncomfortably worked up, and your clit aches as you take her in. 

You curl your fingertips into the soft spot along her inner wall as her hips start to slow, moaning at the way she flutters against you. Her lips find yours as she continues to grind softly into you, and you calm the fingers on her clit to a soothing pace as your tongues slide together. The kiss runs long, and you’re surprised that her hips continue to move into you, she never draws away in overstimulation.

She pulls back from the kiss, her eyes find yours, pupils blown out. Her voice cracks as she murmurs, “It’s so fucking good baby.”

The tone of her voice rolls over your body, “Do you need one more like this, love? My fingers curling inside you until you come again?”

“Please”, she almost whines.

Groaning, you quicken the fingers on her clit, but only slightly. “You’re so sexy like this, whining and riding my fingers, asking for more.”

She rests her forehead on yours, her eyes fluttering as she whispers, “Qué rico, dios, la forma en que tus dedos se enroscan en ese lugar.”

You curl them rapidly and with more pressure, asking “¿Ese lugar allí, hermosa?”

“Si, si, ahí mismo”, her voice is wrecked, eyebrows tense.

You keep the fingers on her clit at a slower pace, rolling deep circles against her, as the fingers inside her dig into that spot. She seems blissed out, sounds coming from her almost constantly, her body leaning into you for support as her hips roll. You slip a third finger inside her, adding more pressure to each curl into her. She goes almost limp against you, pulsing against your fingertips as her legs shake. 

“Sweetheart, look how needy you are for it. You’re close again already, aren’t you?”

She moans, fingers digging into your shoulders, nodding.

Quickening the fingers on her clit slightly, you murmur, “You take it so well. Give it up daddy, I want to feel you come on my fingers again.”

Your fingertips hammer the spot inside of her as quickly as you can, and she arches into it, curling her body into you. She tips her head back, and your lips brush along her throat, leaving a few small kisses before biting down. The sound that she makes is almost a sob, her hips jerking in your hands and she pulses against you. 

You work her through it, following the movements of her body as she rolls into you. Releasing her neck from your teeth, you kiss the spot, murmuring “That’s it love, so good for me” into her skin.

This time she does eventually twitch away in overstimulation, and your fingers soften on her clit. You continue to work firmly into her, and she pulls back to meet your gaze. The needy expression is gone, but lust still remains in her features. Her eyes hold yours for a moment as she grinds into you, and she groans as she starts to move.

Lifting off of you, she stands, reaching one hand out for you. “Couch?”

She leads you there, dropping your hand to lay down. Spreading her legs wide, she puts a pillow under her hips, tilting towards the edge of the couch and dropping one leg off of the edge. Your eyes fall between her legs and you make a sound, she looks too good spread out like this. 

Laughing, she pulls her shirt up higher, saying “I want your pussy on mine, come here babygirl.”

Pushing your panties down your legs, you lift your dress, one knee landing on the couch as you lean over her. Lining your hips up, you press down softly, grinding your aching folds into her wetness. You both moan, eyes falling to watch the way your bodies roll together. She feels perfectly soft against you, and each movement into her feels like relief, as you push your swollen clit down into hers.   

You’re both so wet that you glide together smoothly, a rhythmic wetness is audible as your bodies move. You fight to keep your movements gentle at first, aware that she’s sensitive, but burning up with your own desire. Your clit throbs, craving more pressure, and your legs shake with the effort to hold back. It feels like you’re teasing yourself, watching as you move into her, but still wanting more.

She arches into you, and it feels like permission, your control snaps. Moaning, your hips move into her more firmly, your clit greedily taking what it needs with each press into her. Your eyes snap upwards at the feeling of her hands, pulling your dress down and cupping your breasts in her hands. She rolls your nipples into her fingertips, and it’s as though the feeling sends sparks downwards, the sensation in your clit rising. 

Smirking, she pinches your nipples, murmuring, “I want you to stop before you come”

“I’m close”, your voice almost whines at her, hips continuing to move.

“I know, and you’re going to stop before you come”, fingers pinching more firmly as she speaks.

Holding your breath, you continue to move into her, focusing on each sensation that bursts through you. You’re riding the edge of your pleasure, a tiny bit more pressure behind your hips would push you into orgasm. As long as you keep yourself here, you don’t have to stop yet, can keep rolling into her like this.

“Mamiii, you’re being dangerous there”, she says, her voice low.

She arches her hips suddenly, pushing into you harder. You cry out, breath coming back in a shock, and she pushes your hips back with her hands. Groaning, your hips twitch in the air, body pulsing at the loss of sensation. 

Her laugh is low, sexy. “Turn around on me, other way now, love.”

Her legs shift as you start to turn, positioning them so that you can turn around. She guides you into place facing away from her, hands on your hips, pulling you back down into alignment with her. It’s slightly different from this angle, and you moan as you fall into rhythm again. It’s immediately good, but time and movement has taken you away from the edge, and you feel that building sensation rising again. 

“Lean forward more, mi vida”, she murmurs, voice low from behind you.

Changing your position slightly, your angle on her is slightly altered. One of her hands leaves your hip, and you feel her fingertips teasing at your entrance. She slides two fingers in you suddenly, bottoming out and falling into rhythm without pausing. It’s quick from the beginning, the angle sinfully accurate, right where she knows it effects you the most. 

The hand on your hip drifts to your ass, squeezing it as your hips roll against her. “Diablo, mamacita. Estás tan sexy ahora mismo. Ese culo se me está echando atrás. Y sigues tan mojada por mí.”

Laughing, you ask, “¿Me diste la vuelta solo para mirar mi culo?”

“Nooo, no solo para tu culo. Also for this pretty pussy, qué rico baby, I wanted my fingers inside of you while you grind on me.”

“I’m hearing that you’re doing a lot of looking. You could be doing it harder than that if your eyes weren’t so busy.” 

Her hips arch into you, her fingers at the same pace inside you as she smacks your ass. “Is that how you get what you want? Being sassy?”

Your words are pitched high, coming off the end of a sound after she smacked you, “You like it when I’m sassy.”

She smacks the same spot again, soothing over it afterwards as she says, “Mmm, sometimes I like it when you ask nicely too though.”

Laughing, you roll your hips back further, shaking your ass at her as you say, “Porfa, daddy.”

Her fingers slam into you, your eyes start to roll back at the exquisite rhythm of it, when she stops completely. Her voice is amused, pitched low and sensual, “¿Porfa, qué?”

Sarcasm gone, focused on what she was doing seconds ago, you murmur, “Duro, porfa. Necesito muy duro, daddy.”

“¿Fue tan difícil? Buena nena.”

You cry out as her fingers resume their previous pace, hips halting for a moment as she drills into the same spot harshly. Her hand pushes your hip forward and you groan, forcing them into movement again. It was good before, she feels incredible against you, but her fingers take it to a higher level. Your eyes struggle to stay open, fluttering each time her fingers bottom out. The combination of her fingers and grinding against her has you weak, flooded with a depth of sensation that forces you to focus on the way you hold yourself up. 

Her free hand lands on your middle back, nails scratching downwards hard enough to leave marks. Your hips arch at it, an unrestrained sound falling from you. 

“Oh, otra vez, porfa”, you moan at her.

She repeats the motion, and it stings slightly more when she crosses over the same area. You’re suddenly close, it feels like you’re just not quite there. You grind down into her with more force, an impatient sound falling from you as you search for more friction.

“Fuck, sé que puedes dármelo más duro que eso, daddy.”

Pounding into you harder, her voice is almost a growl, “Damn, I can’t give it to you any harder. You always need so much, love. So fucking sexy.” 

A few seconds of her fingers at that pace, hard enough that she feels impossibly deep within you, and you’re gone. Orgasm slams through you, and you feel yourself clench against her fingers as you’re overtaken by it. Her hips push into you harder, and your hips jerk at the added overstimulation. Time is lost to it, nothing exists but the feeling of her against and inside you, as you ride sensation. 

Her fingers start to slow and you make a sound, voice broken as you say, “Fuck, don’t stop.”

“You’re going to be sore tomorrow. You want it so bad you’re ok with being sore?”

Nodding, you moan, “Yes, god Vera would you just give it to me? I said hard. Don’t stop.”

She smacks your ass again, fingers returning to their previous force. You put more pressure behind your hips, following the sparks of overstimulation. Sound falls from you without your notice, and it takes all of your focus to force your hips forward, pushing the feeling even as your legs shake. It’s so much that it borders on orgasmic, almost as though you haven’t stopped coming. The only differentiation is in that seeking feeling, it still feels needy, like you’re working towards something.

Her sounds behind you become more frequent, more pressure in her hips as they meet yours. You know her well enough to know the way she moves when she starts to chase her own pleasure, a certain angle to the way she grinds her clit upwards, like she’s intentionally sinking into a specific sensation. 

Forcing your eyes open, your look over your shoulder, moaning at the way she looks. Expression unguarded, she looks downward to where your bodies meet with her mouth open slightly, eyebrows tense, eyes hooded. You see tension in her neck, and in the way her shoulders curl inward. Her body moves with the force of how hard she’s working into you. She looks close, and that knowledge feels like gasoline on the fire within you. 

Your voice is almost a whisper, fighting against your uneven breaths, “Vera Marianna, mírame.”

She blinks, a few seconds passing before her eyes slowly meet yours. You groan, “¿Vas a venir conmigo, daddy?”

Her voice sounds wrecked as she says, “Si, casi allí.”

The way she sounds breaks you, and your eyes stay locked with hers as you pulse on her fingers, crying “I’m coming”, as it fully hits you. 

Your hips fight to stay in motion, trembling with each wave of orgasm, focused on getting her there even as you shatter. She isn’t long behind you, the force of it making her back lift from the couch, arching as she moans your name. Your eyes stay fixed on one another as pleasure overtakes you, and it feels as though it consumes you as one, as you watch her expression change throughout the sensations.   

It pushes at the far limit of your tolerance, so much that it feels so though your whole body pulses with it, the feeling in your stomach overwhelming. You contract against her fingers firmly, rhythmically with waves of pleasure, with an intensity that twinges on pleasantly painful. Your legs shake, and your arms feel on the verge of giving in, the last of your energy focused on your gradually slowing hips. 

You come down together at intervals, one of you occasionally lost chasing sensation again, as it all shifts into a more gentle pleasure. Her fingers curl into you tenderly now, soothing over the spot that she’d worked into, each flick of her fingers creating new sparks within you. Your hips settle into a calm roll together, and your arms start to buckle.

“Aw, ven aquí, cosita dulce”, she coos at you.

Her fingers slide free, and the loss of fullness makes you whine. She laughs, her hands guiding your shaky body to turn around. Turning slightly, she settles you next to her on the couch, arms wrapping around you. Your face burrows into her neck as she kisses the top of your head, and she makes a content sound in her throat. 

Her fingers scratch into your scalp as she murmurs, “We all good now sweetheart?”

Your voice is tired, “We’re ok, love.”

She laughs in her throat, low, “You’re so sexy when you’re angry, damn. I really did just need to fuck you into the wall, baby? You look more relaxed than the spa now.”

You dig your nails into her back, suddenly too tired to be sassy, “Oh stop.”

“You get everything that you needed, baby? Can I do anything else for you?”, her voice is playful, but sweet, as she kisses your head again.

“I’m perfect, I couldn’t take any more.”

She laughs, “That’s what I like to hear. Bed mami, let’s get you to bed.”

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