young miko x fem!reader
WARNINGS: 18+ only!!! explicit lesbian sex, translated Spanish
a/n: writers block is no joke i literally couldn’t write anything for weeks but we are so back!!! if you have any requests lmk my inbox is open‼️
The water is so clear it looks like glass stretched over white sand. The sun sits high and heavy, a white-gold shine in a sky so blue it hurts to look at, and the heat presses down on your bare shoulders with the weight of a hand.
Vicky is already waist-deep in the ocean, with her back turned to you, head tilted back as she lets the salt water lift her hair off her neck. She's wearing a blue bikini triangle top tied at her neck, the strings hanging loose where she's already pulled them undone, pink bottoms riding high on her hips. Droplets race down her spine catching the Hawaian light.
She wades deeper, and you watch the way her body moves through the waves. The flex of her thighs, the roll of her hips, the way she sighs like she's letting go of something she's been holding for months.
You follow her out, the water cool against your overheated skin, and when you reach her she turns and her face is different here. Softer. The stage makeup is gone and the chains are off. She's just your Vicky. Eyes squinting against the sun, lips soft from the lemon chapstick she loved and a smile spreading slow like she's seeing you for the first time today.
"Qué? (what?)" she asks, reaching for you, her fingers finding your waist under the water.
"Solo te estaba mirando” (i was just looking at you)" you say and her smile deepens, a dimple appearing on her left cheek that you rarely see in crowds.
She pulls you closer, and the water sloshes between your bodies making you shiver . Her hands slide up your ribs, thumbs tracing the underwire of your own bikini. The straps already slipping down your shoulders. She tugs one loose, deliberate, and the fabric dips.
"Estamos en la playa" (we're at the beach.) you laugh, catching her wrist with teasing but warning look.
"Y hay gente"(and there are people) She agrees with a hum, eyes sparkling. "No me importa." (I don't care)
She kisses you then all salt and sunscreen and the faint sweetness of the coconut oil she slicked over her shoulders before you left the house. Her tongue slides along your lower lip, asking, and you part for her, let her in. The water rocks you both gently, a rhythm like breathing, and her hand finds yours under the surface lacing your fingers tight.
You stay like that for a long time, kissing slow and swaying, the sun baking the salt onto your skin. She pulls back eventually, touches your cheek, and you see something shift in her face. The exhaustion she's been carrying. The weeks of tour buses and hotel rooms and too bright flashing lights. It's still there, but it's quieter now, buried under this moment.
"Te amo" (i love you) she says softly and simple "Te amo más" (i love you more) you answer, and she shakes her head, mock-serious.
"Imposible." She argued and ducked your head under water for a brief second just to mess with you. You spend the afternoon drifting and splashing water at each other. Floating on your backs, hands barely touching, staring up at the endless sky.
By late afternoon the harsh sun has mellowed into honey, the light turning amber and gold, casting long shadows across the sand. Families are packing up, couples gathering towels and coolers. The beach is emptying, and the quiet that settles is the kind you only get at the edges of things. The end of a day, the end of a season, the end of a tour.
You walk back along the shoreline, hand in hand, the wet sand firm under your feet. Vicky's carrying her sneakers in her free hand, swinging them idly, her hips swaying with each step. Her bikini bottoms are darker where they're still wet, clinging to the curve of her ass, and you watch the way the setting sun paints her skin in shades of amber.
The rented house sits at the end of a dirt path. A wooden deck wraps around the back, overlooking a private stretch of cove. No neighbors in sight, nothing but the sound of the waves and the rustle of palm trees overhead. French doors lead from the bedroom straight onto the patio, and when Vicky pushes them open, the salt-breeze rushes through the curtains, lifting them like ghosts.
The patio is tiled full white, faded to a dusty gold by years of sun and salt. A low wall separates it from the beach below, and beyond that, the ocean stretches out infinite, the horizon bleeding from deep blue into amber into the softest violet. A hammock hangs between two posts, swaying gently.
Vicky turns to face you, backlit by the dying sun, her silhouette edged in gold.
"Ven"(come) she says, and holds out her hand.
You cross the warm tiles, still damp from the shower you took together to rinse off the salt. Quick and laughing, water sluicing over slick skin, her hands in your hair, your mouth on her shoulder. Now you're both in just towels, damp patches darkening the fabric where you're still wet underneath.
She sits on the bench, pulling you down beside her. Her knees bracket your hips, the towel falling open at her thighs. She's still got salt in her hair, tiny crystals catching the fading light, and her skin smells like coconut and sun and her.
“Descansamos todo el día" (we rested all day.) she says, voice low, her fingers finding the knot of your towel at your chest.
Your breath catches as she pulls the knot loose, the fabric falling open, cool air hitting your damp skin. "Y ahora qué quieres?" (and now what do you want?) you ask, your own hands finding her bare thighs, thumbs tracing circles on the inside.
She doesn't answer with words. She leans in, catches your lower lip between hers, and kisses you slow and deep. Her tongue slides against yours, tasting of the salt still on her lips, and one hand cups the back of your neck while the other drags the towel off your shoulders entirely. The evening air kisses your bare skin, raises goosebumps along your arms, your chest, your nipples tightening into hard peaks. The sound of the waves fills the space between your breaths, steady and relentless, and Vicky pulls back just enough to look at you. Her eyes traveling down your body like she's memorizing every inch in this light.
"Tan hermosa" (so beautiful) she whispers, and there's something reverent in it, something that makes your chest ache.
Her hands find your breasts, cupping them warm, thumbs circling your nipples in slow, deliberate circles. She watches her own hands move, watches the way your back arches into her touch, and when she looks up again her eyes are darker. "Te deseo tanto, mami”(i want you so bad mami)" she says, her voice rough now. "Quiero sentirte en mi boca."(I want to feel you in my mouth.)
You reach for her towel, tug the knot loose, and it falls away, baring her to your eyes. Her skin is golden in the dying light, the curve of her breasts, the dark nipples already peaked, the soft plane of her stomach.
You push her back against the cushions, and she goes willingly, legs falling open, one arm reaching behind her head to prop herself up. The striped fabric crinkles beneath her, and the last light of the sun catches the sheen of sweat already forming on her collarbone.
"Ven aquí" (come here) she says, voice a command wrapped in velvet.
You settle between her thighs, your mouth hovering over hers, and you kiss her again. Slower this time, deeper, your tongue tracing the curve of her lips before sliding inside. She moans into your mouth, her hips shifting beneath you, and you feel the heat of her against your stomach, wet and waiting.
You break the kiss and trail your mouth down her jaw, her throat, the hollow at the base of her neck where her pulse hammers rabbit-fast. She tastes like salt and sunscreen and her own warm skin, and you breathe her in, let her fill your lungs. Your mouth finds her breast, lips closing around her nipple, and she gasps, her hand flying to your hair, fingers twisting in the damp strands.
"Sí- así, mami" (yes- just like that mami) she breathes, her hips rolling up against you. "No pares." (don't stop.)
You don't. You tease her nipple with your tongue, circling the tight peak before sucking it deep into your mouth, feeling it harden further against the roof of your mouth. Her back arches, a broken sound falling from her lips, and you switch to the other breast, giving it the same attention while your hand slides down her stomach, fingers tracing the curve of her hip and the dip of her waist.
"Tócame"(touch me) she begs, voice cracking. "Por favor, tócame." (please, touch me.)
Your fingers find her wet, find her swollen slick and ready, and you slide two fingers through her folds, gathering the wetness, circling her clit in slow, torturous circles. She cries out sharp and urgent and her hips buck into your hand, chasing the pressure.
"Así?"(like this?) you ask, teasing, pressing harder. "Joder, sí- así, no pares, no-" (fuck, yes- like that, don't stop don't-)
You slide lower, your mouth leaving her breast, trailing kisses down her stomach, her navel, the sharp curve of her hipbone. She shivers, her breath coming in short gasps, and when you settle between her thighs she's already trembling, her legs falling wider to make room for you.
The first taste of her hits your tongue like sunlight. Warm and salt-sweet and utterly her. You moan against her, your eyes fluttering closed, and she groans above you, her hand tightening in your hair.
"Te amo"(i love you) she gasps. "Te amo tanto, no sabes-" (I love you so much, you don't know-)
You lap at her slowly at first, dragging your tongue through her folds from entrance to clit, savoring the way she pulses against you. Her taste spreads across your tongue, coats your lips, and you dive deeper, your mouth sealing around her clit, sucking gently while your fingers slide inside her. One, then two curling to find the spot that makes her cry out.
“Ahí, justo ahí, no te muevas-" (There, right there, don't move-)
You hold still, your fingers pressed against that spongy spot inside her, your tongue flicking her clit in steady, rhythmic strokes. Her hips are grinding against your face now, chasing the friction, her moans turning into breathless Spanish curses that spill from her lips like a prayer.
"Dios mío, te siento tan- tan llena- vas a hacerme venir, mami, vas a-" (My God, I feel you so — so full — you're going to make me come mami, you're going to-)
You press harder, your fingers pumping deeper, your tongue circling her clit in tight, fast movements. Her thighs clamp around your head, her back arches off the cushions, and her orgasm crashes through her with a cry that splits the evening air. Raw and broken and beautiful, her body shuddering through wave after wave as you work her through it, lapping at her until she's gasping, oversensitive, pulling at your hair to stop.
You rise up, your chin slick with her, and find her eyes glassy, unfocused, her chest heaving. She stares at you for a long moment, and then she laughs breathless and wrecked sound.
"Qué me hiciste?" (what did you do to me?) she whispers, pulling you down to kiss her, tasting herself on your lips.
You're still catching your breath when she flips you onto your back, the tiles warm beneath you, the last sliver of sun bleeding into the horizon. She settles between your thighs, her body a warm weight pressing you into the earth, and her mouth finds your neck, your collarbone, the swell of your breast.
"Necesito probarte”(i need to taste you)" she murmurs against your skin, and the words vibrate through you, settle in your bones.
She takes her sweet time worshipping and teasing you. Her mouth traces every inch of you like she's been saving this, like the whole vacation has been leading to this moment. She kisses the inside of your wrist, the bend of your elbow, the soft skin behind your knee. She makes you wait, makes you ache, until you're writhing beneath her, begging without words.
"Vicky, por favor-" you finally manage, your voice not your own. She looks up from where she's been kissing your inner thigh, and her smile is wicked and soft all at once. "Por favor qué, mi amor?" (Please what, my love?)
"Tú. Quiero tu boca. Ahora." (you. I want your mouth. now.)
She lowers herself between your thighs, and the first touch of her tongue against you is so gentle it almost hurts. She circles your clit with the tip, feather-light, teasing and you whimper, your hands fisting in her hair.
"Estás tan mojada"(you’re so wet) she breathes, and the puff of air against your sensitive flesh makes you shudder. "Todo el día pensando en esto, verdad?" (all day thinking about this, right?)
"Sí!" you admit, because there's no point lying. "Desde la playa. Cuando me besaste en el agua." (since the beach. when you kissed me in the water.)
She hums with a smile the vibration sending sparks up your spine, and she dips her tongue inside you, tasting and savoring.
"Yo también. Te quería desde que pusiste ese bikini." (me too. I've wanted you since you put on that bikini.)
Her mouth finds your clit again, and this time she's relentless. Sucking and licking, her fingers sliding into you in a rhythm that matches the waves crashing below. The pleasure builds slow and almost torturous and you grip her hair, your hips rising to meet her, your moans lost to the salt air.
"Voy a venir" (im going to come) you gasp embarassingly fast, the pressure coiling tight in your belly, your thighs trembling around her head. She doubles down, her tongue flicking faster, her fingers curling inside you, and she looks up at you as she does it. Watches you fall apart through her lashes, her eyes dark and full of something that looks like awe.
"Ven para mí"(come for me) she says against you, her voice thick with want. "Dámelo todo." (give me everything.)
Your orgasm breaks over you like a wave. Pulling you under leaving you gasping and trembling and clutching at her like she's the only solid thing in the world. She works you through it, gentle now, her tongue soft against your oversensitive clit until you can't take anymore, pushing her head away with a laugh that turns into a moan.
She crawls up your body, settles beside you on the wide bench, pulling you into her arms. The sky above is a bruise of purple and orange, the first stars pricking through the dark. The waves keep their rhythm below, and her heartbeat is steady against your cheek.
She kisses your temple slow and lingering.
After that, she speaks sweet words to your ear in Spanish and you laugh every now and then at her adorable words. You stay curled against her, her arm heavy around your waist, your cheek resting against the warmth of her chest. The cushions beneath you have gone cool, and the air coming off the water has started to take the heat out of the evening.
Vicky’s breathing is still uneven. Every now and then, her fingers move along your back without any real purpose, just a slow absentminded touch, like she needs to keep feeling that you’re there. You reach down and find her hand. Her fingers close around yours immediately and surely.
The house has started cooling down. Somewhere inside, a fan turns slowly, making the curtains lift and fall through the open doors. Your damp hair leaves a cold spot against her shoulder. Her skin still smells faintly of coconut oil and salt. You close your eyes. Her thumb keeps moving over the back of your hand. Minutes pass without either of you noticing. Eventually, Vicky shifts and presses a sleepy kiss into your hair. You feel her smile against it. You don’t open your eyes. She settles again, taking you with her.
Later, when the air gets colder, you finally get up. Vicky follows, gathering the towels from the bench and leaving them in a heap by the doors. You both walk inside barefoot, leaving faint wet footprints across the tiles. The bedroom is still exactly as you left it. Clothes on the floor. The sheets tangled. The balcony doors open. Neither of you bothers fixing anything. You climb into bed and Vicky immediately finds you in the dark, pulling you against her until your back is against her chest. Her legs slip between yours, her face tucked into the back of your neck.
Vicky’s breathing slows behind you. You stay awake a little longer, staring through the open doors at the faint reflection of moonlight on the water replying your day in your mind making the faint smile come back to your face before closing your eyes and falling asleep with her in your arms.
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