Young miko x fem!reader
WARNINGS: smut 18+ only!!! explicit lesbian sex, mention of drinking, kinda drunk sex if you squint, translated Spanish
a/n: thank you for this request i had a blast writing this one. let me know if you like it🙌🙌🙌
The bass throbs through the desert and up into your bones, a relentless pulse that matches the sweat beading on your skin. Coachella pulses with life around you. Neon lights across the night sky in streaks of electric pink and blue, bodies grind together in a sea of people, the air thick with the sharp tang of drinks, weed smoke curling lazy from joints passed hand to hand, and the underlying dust of the Coachella Valley that clings to everything.
Laughter erupts in bursts, music cut through the roar of the speakers, lyrics twisted into half-sung yells that vibrate in your chest.
Victoria stands right behind you, Young Miko off the clock but still radiating that magnetic pull. Her yellow top clings to her skim, revealing the soft skin of her stomach underneath, hair sticking to her temples from the heat and the press of the crowd. Her eyes, wide and wandering from the drinks buzzing in her veins, lock onto yoy with an intensity that cuts through the chaos.
Her fingers caught the waistband of your shorts, yanking you flush against her with a tug that's more like a tipsy pull. The heat of her body seeps through your thin shirt, her hips slotting against yours amid the shoving crowd.
“Por qué estás tan lejos?” she murmurs right into your ear almost like a whine, her breath hot and laced with tequila, voice quiet over the thumping bassline.
“I'm right here baby” you reply, with a chuckle because she's acting like you run away from her when you just took few steps forward to see the stage better.
Your hands find her hips instinctively, gripping the denim there. She huffs out a laugh that vibrates against your cheek, her nose nudging yours. “Better be.” The alcohol hums in your blood too. Warm, loosening and making every brush of skin feel electric. Her touch drags deliberate now, fingers gripping your lower back over your shirt.
The crowd surges as the beat drops heavy, bodies slamming together in a wave. She grabs your hand, lifts your arm, spins you quick so your back molds to her front. Her palm flattens over your stomach, fingers splaying wide and possessive. The scent of her- sweat slick skin, faded perfume, the sharp citrus bite of her drink fills your lungs as she dips her head, lips grazing the shell of your ear.
All possessiveness, zero fucks given about the hundreds pressing in around you. “Vicky” you half-protest, half-laugh, the word breathless when her teeth nip at your earlobe.
“Shut it and dance” she says playfully, but there's an edge to it, lazy from the booze and the heat building between you. You give in, bodies moving as one. Messy, off-beat, but synced in that tipsy way where rhythm doesn't matter. Her hands roam gripping your hips to pull you closer. The crowd shoves you tighter, her chest heaving against your back.
You twist in her hold, facing her again, and her gaze hits you. Pupils blown wide, lips parted shiny from her lipgloss. A smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth, all cocky like she is thinking about something.
“You're staring.” you tease, voice low and quiet only for her ears, but your own eyes drop to her mouth, to the way her chest rises fast.
“Damn right.” she shoots back, unashamed. “You look like trouble.” Her thumb drags bold over your bottom lip, pressing in just enough to part them, tasting faintly salty when your tongue darts out.
Heat floods your face, coils tight in your gut. “That's your fault.” you murmur, stepping in closer. She chuckles low, throaty, the sound rumbling through her chest into yours. “Nah, eso es todo tuyo, bailando así.” Her hand cups your jaw, tilting your face up, and then she's kissing you. No warning, no tease, just crashing lips hot and demanding.
The world narrows to her mouth, tequila-sharp and sweet on her tongue as it pushes past your lips. You open for her with a gasp that she swallows, arms wrapped around her neck to pull her closer. The kiss turns filthy fast. Teeth clashing in your tipsiness, tongues sliding slick and messy, her groan vibrating into your mouth when you suck on her bottom lip. Saliva slicks your chins, the wet smacks of it lost in the bass but loud in your ears.
Her hands grip your back over your shirt, nails digging into fabric as she pulls you impossibly tighter. “Fuck, yeah” she pants against your lips, breaking just to nip your jaw, then dive back in, almost tongue-fucking your mouth. You're both panting now, breaths mingling hot and ragged, bodies slick with sweat. Your fingers tangle in her hair, tugging hard enough to arch her neck, and she moans low and needy. You kiss her harder, chasing it, tasting the salt of her skin when your lips drag to her throat, sucking a mark that'll bruise tomorrow.
Someone jostles you, elbows digging, but she just scoffs and shoves them off with one hand while the other grips your hip hard. Your whole body feels like it’s been electrocuted, heat building too fast. “Vic-fuck,” you whine, breaking for air, foreheads pressed slick together, both grinning feral through the haze.
Her eyes are fire, dark and wrecked and when she’s about to kiss you again the familiar voice cuts through.
“Yo! Qué carajos!” The shout slices through the fog like a knife. You both jolt, lips parting with wet pop, turning as one toward the voice.
Mariana stands there. face split in a mix of amusement and exaggerated disgust.
“What the fuck? Right here? In front of everybody?” Victoria groans loud, burying her face in your neck for a beat, breath hot puffs against your skin. “Mierda, Mari good timing” she mutters, voice muffled but pissed.
You try to play it cool, cheeks burning, lips swollen and shiny, but your laugh bubbles out shaky. “We were just-”
“Besándose como adolescentes cachondos” Mariana finishes, smirking now, but she grabs Victoria's arm. “Vamos. Hotel. Ahora. Antes de que alguien los grabe.”
Victoria straightens, shooting her a glare that's half-hearted at best, her other hand still laced tight with yours. “You're killing my vibe.”
“Saving your ass,” Mariana retorts, already turning “Muévanse. El carro está por aquí”
You stumble after, thighs clenched tight with tension, Victoria's fingers squeezing yours hard enough to bruise as you weave through the now thinning crowd. The night air hits cooler on your flushed skin, gravel crunching under boots, distant bass fading to echoes.
Victoria lags deliberately, yanking you back mid-stride for a quick, kiss tongue shoving deep, hands cupping your face rough before Mari laughs again shaking her head. “Los dos están locos” And Victoria smiled like she didn’t make your legs go limp just like that.
The drive's a blur. Windows down, wind whipping curls around, Mari blasting music from the aux while Victoria's hand claims your thigh the whole way, fingers inching higher with every mile, thumb pressing circles that make you bite your lip bloody to stay quiet.
Your AirBnb is quiet as you finally arrive. Mari kills the engine, hops out first. “Me voy. Bajad el volumen. Las paredes son delgadas.”
Victoria flips her off with a smile, already dragging you out by the wrist. Keycard beeps green, door bangs shut behind you, and the quiet slams down like a blanket. Heavy and broken only by your heaving breaths and the faint hum of the AC kicking on.
Victoria doesn’t give you a second to breathe when she pins you back against the door, wood cool shock against your shoulders, her body crashing full into yours. “Por fin te tengo para mí sola” she whispers, mouth sealing over yours in a kiss that's all teeth and desperation, tongues battling slick and uncoordinated from the tequila still swimming in your systems. Saliva drips down your chin. You don't care, sucking her tongue hard, tasting the lime and sweetness of the drinks.
Her hands are everywhere. Yanking your shirt up and over your head in one rough pull, tossing it somewhere, then palms cupping your chest, thumbs grinding over nipples till they ache red and throbbing. She pinches hard, twisting, and you arch with a cry feeling your pussy clenching on nothing.
“Vic- please” you gasp, hands pulling at the top, baring sweat-slick skin. You lean in kissing her collarbone and chest, tongue swirling rough around the nipples while your teeth graze, the salt of her skin bursting on your tastebuds mixed with the faint sweetness of her perfume.
She moans loud, hips bucking into yours, the seam of her jeans grinding perfect against your soaked core. “Yeah baby así nomás” she hisses, fingers tangling in your hair to hold you there. Your hands work her jorts open, shoving them down with her panties with a bit of a struggle.
You stumble toward the bed, kicking off shoes mid-fall, a tangle of limbs hitting the mattres. She's on you instant, straddling your hips, shorts kicked half-off one ankle as she grinds down, clit sliding wet over your thigh with a obscene squelch that makes her hiss. “Sientes lo mojado que me dejaste?” You nod your head frantically looking at her with wide eyes.
Her fingers hook your shorts, ripping them down with your underwear, cool air kissing your dripping folds before her hand cups you full.
You buck up, clit throbbing under her palm, arousal coating her fingers thick and sticky. “Vic- touch me” you beg, voice wrecked, thighs spreading wide on instinct.
She grins wicked, eyes glassy from booze and lust. “Begging already?” Two fingers part your slick folds slow, teasing the entrance where you're clenching needy. She circles your clit once, light, then dips lower, shoving two fingers knuckle-deep into your pussy with no warning.
The stretch burns perfect, walls fluttering greedy around her fingers.
“Fuck baby eres perfecta” she groans, thrusting sloppy and deep, palm slapping wet against your clit with every movement.
“Más duro-baby fuck me harder” you slur, drunk on it, on her the sight of your pussy sucking her fingers in, the burn in your thighs
“Yeah? Like this?” She moves her thumb on your clit in circular motion as she scissors her fingers. Sweat drips from her brow onto your chest, salty trails you lick up when she hovers close, kissing you open-mouthed and messy.
Pressure coils brutal in your gut, every thrust pushing you higher, her fingers curling relentless against your g-spot, the wet slaps echoing loud. “Gonna cum fuck, Vic-” you sob, nails raking red lines down her back.
“Come on my fingers baby” she whispers, breath hot pant against your mouth, free hand pinching your nipple. It snaps, orgasm ripping through you vicious, walls clamping tight on her fingers, gush of slick coating her hand to the wrist as you shake, cries muffled into her shoulder where you bite down hard enough to mark.
She fucks you through it, slowing only when you shudder oversensitive, fingers withdrawing slowly. She brings them to her mouth, sucking them clean slow, eyes locked on yours, moaning at your taste. “So sweet.” You look at her with hazy eyes looking at her like you were ready to devour her.
“Lie down” You said already sitting up and pulling her down flat on her back, mattress dipping. She's laughing breathless, legs opened wide, pussy bare and glistening. The scent hits you strong. You dive between her thighs no hesitation, hands pinning her hips, inhaling her scent. “Fuck, you smell so good baby.” you murmur, tongue flicking out to trace her outer lips slow, tasting salty-sweet slick that coats your chin immediate.
“Please te necesito.” she almost whines with a broken voice. And when your tongue trace her entrance, lapping greedy inside, walls clenching around it her thighs clamp your head and fingers yank your hair to grind your face deeper.
You devour her messy. Lips sucking on her clit tongue swirling while two fingers plunge into her heat, tight and velvet-hot, curling to hit that spot inside. She bucks wild, hips fucking your mouth, slick smearing your cheeks, nose, dripping down your chin in strings. “Baby right there, joder, your tongue.” she babbles with her head thrown back.
Her sounds are loud. Moans pitching higher, thighs trembling, the salty taste of her arousal filling your mouth as you tongue-fuck her hole then lap back to her clit, humming vibrations into it.
“Gonna cum- fuck, No te detengas” she gasps, back arching off the bed, abs clenching tight. You suck her clit harder, fingers curling and she shatters. Cry ripping raw from her throat, pussy spasming around your digits. You ride her through it gentle now, soothing laps over her till she twitches oversensitive, tugging you up weak.
“C’mere,” she slurs, pulling you into a kiss tasting herself on your tongue, both messy and spent, bodies slick-tangled. There’s no rush in it anymore but something familiar and lazy.
She pulls you in before you even fully shift, lips meeting yours in a kiss that’s slower this time. Messy in the way only exhaustion can make it..
You melt into it immediately kissing her back.
Her hand slides up your back, resting there like she’s anchoring herself to you. Your fingers brush through her hair, damp at the edges, both of you still warm, still breathing a little unevenly.
When she finally pulls back, it’s only a fraction. Her forehead stays against yours. A quiet laugh slips out of her. Soft, disbelieving, almost fond. “Damn” she murmurs, like she’s replaying everything in her head You smile without opening your eyes. “Yeah.”
She exhales, thumb tracing slow shapes against your side, absent-minded now letting both of you fall into hot night. She shifts slightly, tugging you closer until there’s no space left between your naked bodies.
“So…same thing tomorrow?” she asks looking at you with full seriousness but you could see the laugh that was threatening to leave her.
You let out a chuckle shaking your head and turning your face into her shoulder. “You think i will say no to that?” you answer with a teasing scoff that made her laugh.
She hums in agreement, fingers tightening just slightly where they rest against your skin, and presses a kiss to your temple before you both fall asleep. And eventually, the quiet teasing stops. Warm limbs tangled in sheets, breathing slowing in sync and hands all over each other even in dreams.
