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Mizi didn’t think twice when she invited Sua over to work on their group project, she was all like omg just come over it’ll be funnn, I’ll make snacks and everything, being her usual bubbly self, wearing her stupidly short shorts and a pink tank top, bouncing around the apartment while Sua sat stiffly on the couch clutching her laptop like it was a shield, hoping it’d somehow save her.
“Relax Sua, it’s just me,” Mizi giggled, bouncing onto the couch so hard it made Sua jump.
“I-I’m relaxed,” Sua mumbled, staring hard at her screen.
They barely lasted five minutes before Mizi got bored, poking Sua’s cheek with her finger.
“You’re so serious. Bet you cried the first time you got a B.”
Sua flushed, starching her head. “Focus, Mizi… please.”
But Mizi was already up, wandering around, humming to herself. She headed toward her bedroom to grab a charger and goglididily fuck. She froze halfway through the door.
Sitting on the bed, in plain sight, was a black box… with some very strange things in it like…rope, cuffs, a collar, a paddle.
Sua glanced up, just curious at first, and then her face went bright red.
“U-uh…Mizi…what’s…that…” Sua squeaked, shrinking into the couch.
Mizi turned around slowly, catching that flustered expression, and grinned wide.
“Oh? That?” she said, voice dripping with fake innocence. “Just a little something for fun.”
Sua’s ears turned bright red. She shook her head quickly, stammering.
“I-I didn’t see anything, I promise!”
Mizi laughed and strolled over casually, tugging the laptop out of her hands and setting it aside.
“But you did, Sua” she teased, leaning closer, practically pinning her. “Aren’t you curious?”
“N-no I’m not-!”
“Don’t lie,” Mizi whispered against her ear, feeling her shiver. “You’re just dying to know…aren’t ya?”
Sua covered her face with both hands. “Mizi… this isn’t… we should be working on the project…”
Mizi just giggled, pulling her hands away gently. “I can think of a much more fun project.”
She leaned down and kissed her. Soft at first, barely there, and when Sua didn’t pull away, she deepened it, tugging at her bottom lip until Sua let out a tiny whimper.
“Have you ever been tied up before, Sua?” Mizi whispered between kisses, her hand already trailing up under Sua’s hoodie, fingertips teasing the soft skin of her stomach.
Sua shook her head violently, completely overwhelmed.
Mizi smiled sweetly. “Good then, I’ll be gentle.”
She grabbed the rope from the box without missing a beat, sitting on top of Sua and tying her wrists together carefully, checking if it’s too tight, being sweet but firm.
“You’re doing so good,” she praised, kissing her forehead before pushing her back against the couch, arms pinned above her head.
Mizi kissed her again, deeper this time, grinding their hips together just enough to make Sua gasp into her mouth.
Slowly, Mizi stripped her, pulling off the hoodie, revealing a simple, cute bralette underneath. barely there, soft lacy with bows. Mizi actually groaned out loud.
“Fuck, Sua,” she muttered, pressing open mouthed kisses down her chest, her stomach, dropping to her knees between Sua’s thighs.
Sua whimpered when Mizi tugged her leggings and panties down in one smooth motion.
“You’re so wet already,” Mizi teased, pressing a soft kiss against the inside of her thigh. “Shy girls are always the dirtiest.”
Sua squeezed her eyes shut in humiliation, but the way she moaned when Mizi licked a long, slow stripe up her coinslot said everything.
Mizi worked her slowly, lazily, taking her time, humming against her clit just to feel her squirm.
“Stay still, Sua,” Mizi murmured against her, slipping two fingers inside her. “Or I’ll have to tie you tighter.”
Sua cried out, hips jerking helplessly, completely at Mizi’s mercy.
When she came, it was with a broken sob of Mizi’s name, trembling and messy, and Mizi kissed her way back up.
“You’re so good for me,” Mizi murmured, pulling her into her arms.
Sua just hid her face in Mizi’s neck, still trembling, still blushing, absolutely ruined.
Mizi giggled and kissed her hair.
“Group project later” she whispered with a grin. “Right now, I’m still not done with you.”
Mizi laid Sua back against the couch, pressing little kisses along her collarbone, watching her squirm under her touch. Sua’s hoodie and leggings were tossed somewhere across the room, her hair messy, her cheeks flushed pink, thighs still trembling.
Mizi grinned wickedly and slid down her body, pushing Sua’s trembling thighs open again. She kissed the inside of her knee. At first slow, teasing, then moved higher, leaving kisses and marks on the inside of her thighs.
“You’re so sensitive,” Mizi murmured, dragging the tip of her tongue dangerously close to Sua’s meow but not touching her. “Bet you’ll cum even faster this time.”
Mizi spread her legs wider, kneeling between them, taking her time admiring the view. Sua’s uuuhaha glistening under the warm light, so wet it made her mouth water.
Without warning, Mizi ducked down and licked a slow, deep stripe up her slit, tongue flat against her, savoring her taste.
Sua gasped loudly, hips bucking up off the couch.
“F-fuck, Mizi… ngh-” Sua whimpered, hands clutching uselessly at the couch cushions, trying so hard not to move but her whole body was trembling.
Mizi smiled against her, absolutely obsessed with the way Sua was falling apart so easily.
She slid two fingers inside her cookie, moving slow at first, curling them just right until Sua cried out. She kept pumping them in and out, her pace matching the flicks of her tongue, feeling Sua clench tightly around her fingers.
“You’re close?” Mizi said between licks, voice so smug it made Sua’s toes curl. “You’re pulsating”
Sua could barely think, her mind filled with frisson, tears forming at the corners of her eyes.
“Give it to me, Sua. Be good girl and cum again.”
Sua let out a wrecked moan and came hard, clenching around Mizi’s fingers, hips jerking uncontrollably as the orgasm took over her body.
Mizi kept fucking her through it, slow and deep now, licking up every drop of her slick like she was dehydrated Sahara desert sand.
“You’re so good for me,” Mizi whispered, stroking her hair.
Sua just whimpered and buried her face in Mizi’s chest, too fucked out to even speak.
Mizi giggled and pulled a blanket over both of them, cuddling her close.
“Sweet dreams, Sua”