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Nervous: The beginning, part three
(silly alternate names: Es Esta Boca, Hoe Shit)
x reader, fluff, angst, graphic smut.
Inspired by Young Miko lyrics, but Vera is a fictional character.
***WARNING: smut, explicit lesbian sex, 18+ only***
Imagining this as the beginning of the Trap Kitty tour.
Continuing to fulfill the multipleeeee requests for toxic/jealousy, which will play heavily into upcoming sections as well.
Please know that I was cackling as I wrote each of these 4,336 words.
Vera paces back and forth in front of you, earbuds in, silently singing along. Her nervous energy is palpable, pours from her so strongly that you're even starting to feel nervous, without reason to be. She needs to calm down. She's thrown up before shows, she's told you, and you don't want to see this head in that direction.
“You're going to wear a hole in the floor”, you say loud enough that you hope she can hear you.
She removes an earbud, pacing still as she asks, “¿Qué?”
“Estás caminando de un lado a otro. Vas a hacer un agujero en el suelo.”
Her feet halt in place, shoulders sagging, “Lo siento, estoy nervioso”, she murmurs.
“Lo sé. ¿Puedo ayudar?”, you say as you stand, moving toward her.
“No lo creo. No sé cómo podrías hacerlo, pero gracias de todos modos. Agradezco simplemente que estés aquí conmigo.”
You kiss her softly as your hands rub her shoulders, trying to pass all the soothing vibes through your touch. Her muscles feel stiff, tense under your fingertips.
“You need to loosen up, you're gonna get a headache. Yoga again?”
“No, not now that my hair and makeup are finished”, she groans.
You meet her eyes, staring into her bright blue as you continue on her shoulders. After a few seconds they close, and she tilts her head back, leaning into your touch.
“That's nice though, graciaaa”, she almost whispers.
Her tone kicks up a small spark of sensation in your lower stomach, on instinct. It's similar to her bedroom voice, especially with the way she drew out the end of her last word. It drives you crazy that she can make your body respond so easily, even by accident, totally out of context.
It ignites an idea in you though. You drop to your knees in front of her, making a small sound on the carpet when you hit the floor. Her eyes open, head drops down to look at you, and she tilts it sideways as though she’s confused.
“You're tense. We have a few minutes, let me distract you, Ver. The shoulder rub felt good? Let me do more for you.”
You reach up to cup her mound over her jeans, blink up at her. “Let me eat you out, wanna make all that tension go away.”
She groans your name, her fingers falling into your hair.
“Please? Let me make you feel good, want to”, you continue as you reach for her belt buckle.
She nods, biting her lip, and your fingers start on her belt buckle before she changes her mind. The metal sounds loud in the quiet room, quickly followed by the noise of her button and zipper.
“Let's go to the couch, sit down baby, we're trying to make you relax”, you coo up at her.
She moves the few steps to the couch, pushing her jeans and boxers down as she sits. You follow, positioning yourself between her legs, feathering your fingers up her inner thighs as you open them up.
“This ok?”, you ask as you watch her face.
“Yes, god, yes”, she replies, and you smile at her before your eyes lower.
Arousal flares in you suddenly, the growing ache between your legs intensifying as your gaze lands on her core. Your clit throbs, she's too pretty here. The most gorgeous shade of deepened pink, glistening below light curls. Her scent hits you as you lean forward to kiss her inner thigh, sweet and lightly musky, so familiar that it makes your mouth water in anticipation.
“Mi hermosa, tu boca, por favor”, laughing softly, she adds, “God baby, please. Need it so bad now that you made me think about it. Te necesito”, as her fingers tug at your hair.
You laugh, “See? I got you. Nothing your pussy in my mouth can't fix.”
You don't give her time to respond, suddenly you need it as much as she does. Your mouth finds her with that urgency, doesn't tease, and you lick a broad stripe along her clit as your eyes meet hers. The relief in her face is immediate, makes your own clit pulse. You love that, her first expression as pleasure settles over her, the way her features soften as her eyes become hooded. She’s expressive as a person, in her everyday life, and the way that carries through here always gets to you.
Her hips tip forward, thighs opening further somehow, pushing herself towards your tongue. You wrap one arm under her thigh, fingertips digging into her skin, as the other slips into the space under your mouth. Two fingers make slow circles against her entrance, teasing the skin there as they collect moisture. You feel her pulse against your fingertips, apply suction as you seal her clit between your lips. The sound that she makes goes straight to your core, and you feel how wet this is getting you as you press your thighs together.
She moans your name as your fingertips finally press into her, grinding in as you slide them forward. When they bottom out you curl them into the space along her inner wall, feeling for the small, recessed area. Her eyes tell you when you find it, fluttering closed for a moment.
You release the suction on her clit, pull back to ask, “You need it there, beautiful?”
“Joder, sí, así. Qué rico, mami, tu boca es perfecta”, she moans, almost babbling at you, her voice wrecked already.
She’s a vision like this, so gone to it that she’s rambling, abdominal muscles flexing as she grinds into you, features painted over with arousal. It hits you that she’ll soon be on stage, flirting with an entire audience of women, what you’re doing now drying on her skin.
Laughing, you tell her, “Nervous? What’s she got to be nervous about? You’re going to come like this, with my mouth on you, go out on stage in front of thousands of women who wish they were the ones getting you off instead, still damp from it. That girl doesn’t have anything to be nervous about.”
She laughs, “Yeah, yeah, being all sassy when you could be eating me out”, and tugging on your hair.
“Oh? I’m being sassy?”, you quip before your tongue returns to her.
“That’s better, use your mouth for that babygirl”, she says, humor in her tone.
You laugh against her, even more amused by the way the vibration of the sound makes her thighs twitch. Redoubling your efforts, you start working into her like you mean it, aware that time is a factor in this. You’d gladly spend all night here if you could, but those thousands of women are waiting out there for her.
Your fingers abandon their curling rhythm, fucking into her with everything that you have. Her back stiffens, neck going long as she tips her head back towards the ceiling, hips moving into you like she can’t help herself. So sexy that you don’t have words for it, aren’t sure they exist in any language, so spectacular that an arrangement of letters couldn’t possibly capture it.
You’re gone for her, you realize. Somewhere in all of this, you started losing your grip on it. How could you not? She’s incredible, and the more that you do things like this, the more lost in her you seem to get. This has been going on for months now, long enough that it’s hard to call casual, and you just keep sinking deeper into it.
The train of thought leaves you as you process her body language, the subtle signs that mean she’s getting close. The little sounds that she’s struggling to hold back, the vein popping out on the side of her neck, how her hips have taken on a less smooth quality as she grinds into you. Her head lowers again, eyes finding yours, pupils blown out under tense eyebrows. If her body language hadn’t already alerted you, her expression would. You don’t blink, watch every second of the way that she unravels for you.
She makes a sound too loud for the current setting, bites her lip as though she realizes, and slams her eyes shut as she clenches tight against your fingers. Her hips stutter against you, clit throbbing on your tongue as she continues to grind in with shaking legs. Her abdominal muscles twitch, another sound escaping her as she gives in to orgasm.
Eyes popping open again, her fingers tighten in your hair, making your eyes water slightly as she pulls herself into you. It’s hot, primal in a way that makes you feel desperate, and you know that you’re going to spend the next few hours wanting after this, waiting to get her alone again. You work her through it the way that you’ve learned she likes, following the pace of her hips, holding your consistency until her face twitches. Letting up slightly, you gradually slow as her rhythm into you does, eyes holding hers as she comes back to herself.
Her fingers loosen in your hair, turning into soft little scratches as your mouth grows gentle on her. She bites her lip, and you kiss her clit before pulling back, fingers at a languid curl inside of her. You kiss her inner thigh before resting your cheek on it, looking up at her as you catch your breath. She traces the other side of your face with one fingertip, following your temple downwards, so soft it almost tickles as it reaches your jaw.
“Better?”, you ask, smiling at her.
Without knowing, you'd started something. A few days later, at her next show, she turns to you after her makeup is done, biting her lip as the door closes.
She says your name, a question in her tone.
“Hmm?”, you ask, perplexed by her expression.
“So the other day, what you did, it kinda worked?”, she laughs, and you realize that she's blushing.
Smiling, you set the book you'd been holding to the side. “Oh? It did, huh?”
“It did. It realllllly did”, she murmurs, standing to walk towards you. You take in the roll of her hips, the way her abdominal muscles move as she walks, almost predatory somehow.
She stops when her belly button is in front of your face, belt buckle almost touching your chin, and you look upwards to meet her eyes. You lick your lower lip, bite it afterwards, your eyes intentionally a bit wide. You're throbbing suddenly, absolutely aching.
“¿Puedo sentarme en tu cara, porfa?”, she asks softly, almost a whisper as her hands fall into your hair.
“O sea, cuando lo pides de forma tan dulce…” you say as you reach for her belt buckle.
“Eres tan buena conmigo, joder, mamá. How’d I get so lucky?”, she rambles as you undo her jeans, pushing them down with her boxers afterwards.
Laughing, you murmur, “I’m feeling pretty lucky myself right now”, as your fingers slip between her folds.
Her eyelashes flutter at you as she says your name, and you kiss her abdomen, saying “So wet for me already, can't wait to taste you.”
Fingertips digging into your scalp, she whines, “Please, baby”.
“Needy girl”, you murmur, kissing a slow path downwards.
She groans, pushing you backwards suddenly, whining “Mamiiiiiii” as you fall into the cushions.
Your breath leaves you in a puff of air, and you laugh as you adjust yourself on the couch, tucking a small pillow under your head. Stepping out of her jeans fully, she follows you, straddling your chest and moving upwards.
Reaching out for her hips, you murmur, “lean forward baby, hands on the armrest”.
She does as you ask, looking down at you as your fingers fan out over her ass. Smiling, you say, “Come here needy girl, let me taste you”.
Biting her lip, she lets you pull her towards your face. Your eyes wander there, taking her in before your tongue finds her. You both make a sound when you start working into her, and you watch that gorgeous expression of relief settle over her features.
Butterflies flutter in your chest as you watch her, toying with you even as your arousal continues to climb, and you try to focus on that. You find that it’s hard not to get a little sentimental, when you’re watching her give into pleasure like this, because of what you do to her. It’s heady, a duality there that you try to ignore, but it’s getting more insistent with time.
“Dime, ¿cómo le haces? Diablo, qué talento”, she murmurs, voice already thick with what you’re doing to her.
You laugh, roll your eyes at her, increasing the speed of what you’re doing. You smack her ass with your dominant hand, soothing the skin afterwards and then trailing it lower. Whispering between her legs, your fingers are almost coated in her moisture before they find her entrance. They maintain their teasing pressure, barely gliding along her as your tongue flickers quickly on her clit. You keep it up until she makes an impatient sound, wait for her to ask for it.
“Mami, your fingers, please, fuck me”, she whines over you.
Her tone breaks you, and you slide your fingers into her firmly, bottoming out with a wet sound against her. You give her what she asked for, take her hard from the beginning, thrilling with the way her body reacts. She pulses against you as your fingers move in her, hips in rhythm with your thrusts now, grinding in deeply each time your knuckles meet her opening.
Her hips have dropped low, back arching, arms straight where she holds herself on the armrest. The position makes you want to strap her, watch the way her ass bounces back against you, and you smack it again with the hand that remains there. She groans your name, hips suddenly a bit more jerky as they roll into you.
Abdomen tensing, her thighs close on your face as she goes rigid, gripping your fingers as her eyes snap closed. She shatters over you, rhythm lost as her hips fight to keep moving into you, making more sound than she should. She’s stunning, and you focus on taking her through it as you watch her face, captivated by her.
She comes down just as beautifully, body softening above you, eyes eventually opening to find yours. Pleasure is written across all of her features, relief, satisfaction. You want her so bad that your stomach aches with it, even as your tongue continues against her. Clenching your thighs, you think about how many hours you’re going to be wet remembering this, thinking about strapping her later.
Vera is getting her hair and makeup done, and you leave the room to refill your water bottles. You're caught by Anna, listen to her vent about tomorrow's schedule conflict. You steer her towards Manuel, finding a snack tray along the way and popping a few grapes into your mouth.
When you return to the room Vera is on you immediately, pressing you into the door and locking it as her lips meet yours. Her hips press into you firmly, insistent, lighting you on fire instantly.
She pushes lightly on your shoulders as she says, “Please, please baby. Necesito tu boca en este momento, estoy tan mojada, porfa”.
You drop to your knees, reaching for her elastic waistband, “Verá, dios mío, you're so fucking sexy right now, all needy for it.”
She laughs as you push her sweatpants down, hips rolling in the air as she says, “You have me like fucking Pavloved, it's ridiculous. I'm getting turned on getting my hair done, knowing I'll have your mouth on me soon. Sitting there dripping by the end.”
Your eyes drop, taking her in and she steps out of her jeans. “Sweetheart, look at you, you weren't kidding”, you murmur as you lift her leg over your shoulder.
She's so wet that it catches the light, clit swollen and pretty between her folds.
“Te necesito tan mala, tu boca, por favor cariño”, she whines.
Laughing, you pull her towards you by the hips, watching her face as your tongue finds her. Mouth dropping open, her eyes roll back as you start to work into her.
“Fuck, yesss. Justo lo que necesitaba. Qué bien lo haces con esa boquita; necesito correrme tanto, mamá. Not gonna last long, damnnnn nena.”
Her words make you ache, her tone taken over by pleasure. You love it when she gets like this, driven by how bad she wants it, almost taking it from you. Her hips are insistent from the beginning, grinding into you like she’s desperate for it. She’s so wet that you feel it on your chin and cheeks already, along the bottom of your nose where her clit keeps brushing against it.
“Fuck me, now, please. Duro, I need it hard, mi amor.”
You don’t miss the word, hear it bounce around in your head as your fingers blindly slip past her opening. They start giving it to her roughly, the rhythmic sound so identifiable that it makes you throb, even as your brain continues to spiral. It wasn’t ‘I love you’, but it was ‘my love’. She’d never used that with you, or at you, before. You’re sure it just thoughtlessly slipped out, but regardless.
She’s quickly lost to it, hips following your rhythm, mouth open and eyes tightly shut. You get her close fast, her body shifting towards it as you watch. She wasn’t kidding that she’d been worked up, the speed at which you’ve gotten her verifies her words, she needed this. It’s sexy in a way that you can’t explain, her being this needy for it, for you.
She seems to forget that you’re literally in front of the door, making noises that you’re sure could be heard outside of it if someone is near. In combination with the wet sound of your fingers railing into her, it’s obvious what’s going on here. You don’t care, couldn’t stop for anything.
Her hips jerk into you as she shatters, head dropping against the door with a thud. You carry her though wave after wave as she grinds into you hungrily, taking it harder than she normally would in orgasm, giving no sign of wanting less. It’s long, her body going limp over you before her hips start to twitch away. Her face looks wrecked when her eyes find yours again, need still in her features even as her hips start to slow.
“Dios mío... Todavía te deseo jodidamente. Gonna fuck you so hard when we get back to the hotel”, she groans.
You can't help yourself, this has started driving you crazy. You're on your knees before another show, fingers pounding in and out of Vera, so turned on that it hurts. Your other hand slips between your legs, moves under your dress to press into yourself over your panties. You're so worked up that they're wet, beyond damp, wet against you.
She catches you almost instantly, moaning your name and pulling you upwards suddenly. She pushes you towards the couch, laying down and reaching for you. You catch her hint, biting your lip as you straddle her, tipping forward at the waist and moving into position over her.
Her hands find your hips, pushing your dress up, and she makes a sound, “Fuck baby, you're soaked. You got this wet eating me out?”
“I did”, you laugh as you lower your face towards the space between her legs.
Her fingers press against you through your panties, and you feel her breath against the damp fabric as she speaks again, “Oh honey, let me see you”.
She pulls your panties to the side, making a sound as your tongue flickers along her clit again, resuming your previous pattern. “Mírate. Lo necesitas tanto, estás tan listo para ello.”
The sound that comes from you when her mouth finds you is ungodly, almost a sob. You’ve been doing this show after show, city after city as you’ve followed along with her these last few months. Dancing during her show afterwards, so turned on that you feel feral with it, wet for hours waiting for her to take you alone somewhere. Finally, finally getting it beforehand has you reeling. Her tongue feels impossibly good against you, and you hold your breath to focus on it for a few seconds.
When your fingers enter her, she follows suit with you, and the fullness of it makes you arch into her mouth. Her fingers curl just right into your g-spot, and little flashes of light decorate the back of your eyelids. She jokes about you being good at this, but she hasn’t had herself. She makes you question if higher power exists, surely nothing could be greater than the sensations that she crafts within you.
You’re close embarrassingly fast, fighting to focus on her as much as yourself as the feeling in your stomach intensifies. You pulse against her fingers so strongly that you feel it move your clit against her tongue, all of your anatomy fluttering with it. It’s exquisite, so intense that your arm shakes as your fingers continue in her.
Your whole body trembles when orgasm crashes through you, so forceful that you feel increased wetness coming from you without warning, no time to try to tell her. She moans into you, nails digging into your ass as her mouth grows more urgent against you, like she’s taking down every drop. It seems to push her over the edge, and her body tenses under you as she tightens against your fingertips.
You crash through it together, forming a new rhythm between you as pleasure bursts. It’s everything, time vanishes as the moment overtakes you, the world stops existing for a while. Thought vanishes as you let it take you, breath forgotten as you process each sensation.
Gradually, perfectly in tune, your bodies drift down together. When thought returns, you process the beauty of it, the way that you work each other through that moment in harmony. Like your bodies were made to move together, you’re on the same wavelength, meant to find this level of absoluteness with one another.
You're buried in her, between her legs eating her like you're starving. Her sounds tell you that she's close, and she's clenching your fingers almost rhythmically now, so wet that they make a sound each time they bottom out against her.
“Estoy tan cerca, so fucking good mami”, she groans, confirming it for you.
You moan, increasing the speed of your tongue, but startling at the sound of the door. It squeaks as it opens, footsteps on the laminate flooring, and Vera makes a surprised sound as your head whips in that direction.
Anna squeaks, says “Joder, de verdad. Cierra la maldita puerta con llave”, before slamming it closed.
Blushing, your eyes find Vera's.
“That'll be awkward later”, she laughs as she tugs at your hair.
You groan, eyes darting between her legs as she says, “I was like just about to come, porfa, te necesito tan mala”.
“Pero, Anna…”, you say, biting your lip at her.
“Anna will be weird about it either way, it doesn’t matter. I might as well come still,” she laughs.
You shake your head, laughing as you return to what you were doing. She laughs with you, the sound dying on her lips within a few strokes of your tongue. Her face shifts so quickly that it makes you groan into her, taken back all over again by how sexy she is.
She was close enough before that the slight interruption doesn’t hold her off for long, and her legs clamp around your head as she pulses the beginning of her orgasm on your tongue. Her inner walls flutter against you, and rub your thighs together as you continue to work into her.
She moans your name, babbling in Spanish while her hips jerk into you, “Dios, cariño, se siente tan bien. Me haces correrme con tanta fuerza... eres lo mejor. Joder. Te amo. Maldita sea.”
You blink up at her, watch her expression. She doesn’t appear to hear what she’s rambling, so lost in orgasm that they’re falling out of her without thought. It hits you in your chest, a different kind of ache than the one between your legs.
She didn’t mean it, right? It just came out of her, you tell yourself.
You’re at home on your couch, watching an Instagram live, a crowd around an empty stage as the person making the video chatters in rapid Spanish. Vera will go on soon, and you can’t think about anything else. You couldn’t make it to this show, the first one in several months. It was inevitable, but you feel bad.
Y/N: “Ver, ¿cómo va todo? ¿Estás bien?”
V: “estoy biennn. acabo de hacer yoga, ahora me toca el pelo y el maquillaje”
She stops answering after that, and you get worried.
Y.N: “¿Estás con Vera? ¿Está bien?”
She types, erases it, and types again.
A: “Vera parece estar bien”
A: “parecía estar bien hace una hora”
Y/N: “¿No estás con ella? ¿Lo está Manuel?”
You watch as she types, erases it, and types again. It feels weird, a second time.
The wheels in your head turn. Vera still hasn’t texted you back. You resist the urge to text her again.
Y/N: “¿Está sola? Se pone nerviosa.”
Anna’s reply is delayed, goes through the same process of typing and retyping.
A: “estoy segura de que no está sola …”
Anna doesn’t respond again. Vera doesn’t until a few hours after the show ends, saying that it went well. Your stomach hurts, and you take a bath before going to bed, aren’t able to focus on anything for the rest of the night.
There will be another part hereeee
