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If anyone were to step past Mizi’s room at that moment, they would have seen a vaguely feminine figure slumped over her floor, surrounded in stray clothes and fallen trinkets. Maybe, during their few seconds of stunned silence, they would have heard a half crazed scream and the sound of shattered glass, in which then the hapless observer would turn tail and run the other direction.
The woman in question cursed.
Mizi hadn’t wanted to think it possible, but as she gazed at the half-open cabinets and her emptied wardrobe, she knew she could no longer deny it. Almost instinctively, her fingers slipped into the pockets of her hoodie, thumb brushing the opening of a moth hole as she searched for something that wasn’t there.
Her camera.
Mizi hadn’t wanted to think it possible, but somehow during the mad dash from Sua’s house to hers—she had forgotten her camera.
Mizi grounded her teeth in frustration.
Idiot, idiot!
The idea that someone else could’ve picked up her camera and looked through the intimate moments she had captured of her sweet Sua brought a scowl to her face.
How could she have been this careless?
Mizi sucked her breath and curled into herself.
Her shoulder brushed against a crumpled white tank top.
Fuck, she still needed to wash that.
Mizi laid on her floor for a few more seconds, until the uncomfortable way the floorboards were jutting against her shoulder blades grew too much to bear.
With a sigh, she sat up, crisscrossing her legs as she rested her chin upon her knees.
Absentmindedly, her hands slid back into her pockets, fingers straining against the black fabric.
But then, her knuckle knocked upon something smooth.
Mizi’s heart quickened when she realized what it was. Her lips quirked upwards, and as she pulled the object out her cheeks warmed.
There, safely sitting in the middle of her palm, was a small pink vial of perfume. Its edges curled inward, mirroring the shape of a tender heart.
Mizi tilted the vial, watching as the liquid sloshed around.
Perhaps the loss of her camera wouldn’t ruin the rest of her day after all.
Already, the faintest scent of vanilla spilled into the room, and Mizi could barely suppress a moan. She seized the small handle and pressed it once, whining in delight as the perfume clung to her wrist and the scent swirled around her. It was light and airy, sweet-smelling but never once overpowering–and so distinctly Sua.
Was this what she wore every single day?
Mizi’s eyes flitted to the purple cursive scrawled along the bottom of the vial.
Sua always had such pretty handwriting.
Mizi’s cheeks burned, and all of a sudden her hoodie felt too overbearing and her jeans too stiff. Mizi hissed, pulling her sleeve up as she pressed her wrist against her face and inhaled again.
She imagined it was Sua’s neck against her lips–pretended her wrist was the curve of Sua’s collarbone. She breathed in again and again and again, her teeth sinking into her own skin as she willed herself into thinking it was Sua’s.
Mizi tasted the sharp sting of alcohol and swirled it against the roof of her mouth. Each thought she had was dissolving–unraveling like a thread of yarn becoming undone–as if the perfume was softening the edges of her mind and hushing her frantic thoughts.
She pulled her teeth away from her hand, leaving a ring of indents etched into her skin.
Dizzily, Mizi pushed herself off the floor and staggered into her bed, snatching the pillow nearest to her and nuzzling into it like a mutt in heat. The printed face of Sua stared back at her, and Mizi couldn’t help but bury her face into its faux neck.
It was a sorry excuse for a substitute, but it was all she had.
The heat in her cheeks had spread downward, sinking below her neck and chest and settling between her legs.
Fuck, her jeans were really getting too tight now.
There was a soft clink of metal before her jeans pooled to the bottoms of her feet. The fabric of her black shorts strained into a noticeable tent, and a bead of precum dampened the edge.
Mizi angled the perfume against the body pillow and pressed its nozzle again.
Within an instant, that scent of Sua’s spilled into the fabric, invading every one of Mizi’s senses.
Her cock twitched.
Mizi rutted into the body pillow, gripping the fabric until her knuckles turned white. She moaned, licking the spot between Sua’s chest where the perfume imprint lay, savoring the bitter floral that bled through alcoholic taste.
The hand that wasn’t violently holding onto the perfume bottle sank downwards, slipping past the waistband of her boxers to hold the aching cock that strained below.
How would Sua act if she was underneath Mizi? Would she whine and plead for Mizi’s cock? Or would Sua instead take initiative, greedily riding Mizi while they shared a heated kiss?
Mizi didn’t know which thought aroused her more.
A dull ache bloomed in her skull, but she didn’t care. Instead of stopping, Mizi sprayed the perfume again, relishing in the lightheadedness that rushed into her mind.
It was almost enough to make her forget about losing her camera.
A moment of clarity brought a pang of sorrow to Mizi’s heart, but a few flicks of her thumb against her dick and a spray of the perfume washed it away once more.
She turned her head to the side, staring at the photos of Sua she had taped to the wall. Her gaze lingered on an image she had taken a few days ago from the window.
Sua had been asleep, and the slight spread in her legs had been enough to reveal the lavender shorts she was wearing.
A bead of cum trailed down Mizi’s cock.
She whined, humping fruitlessly into the body pillow once more, imagining it was Sua’s pussy she was entering and not a hole she had cut into the pillow.
Her dick twitched again and—
Thump.
There was a knock on her door.
Mizi froze, and the sudden inaction forced a gasp from her parched lips. Her arms protested against the prolonged pause, and her orgasm slipped away.
What?
Mizi stared at the front door.
This wasn’t right.
Who would want to speak to her so late at night?
Thump.
The knock sounded again–louder–more impatient.
Against her better judgement, Mizi pulled herself away from her mattress and adjusted herself in her shorts. She zipped her jeans back up and slid her hoodie back on.
Cautiously, Mizi stepped towards the door. Her fingers brushed the brass doorknob and shivered as its cold touch bit into her heated skin.
Without giving herself any time to second guess, Mizi ripped open the door. Her hands instinctively balled themselves into fists, readying herself against any unknown enemy.
But, there was no one at the door.
No one, save for a particular camera–and beside it, a purple collar.
——
Mizi cradled the camera against her chest like it was a newborn fawn, running her fingers along its familiar edges again and again to confirm it was safely back in her grasp.
Her mind swirled with a dozen thoughts but no answers.
Who the hell returned it to her? How did they know where to return it to? How did they know it was hers?
But, the thought that took up the most space in her mind was–
What did they see?
Mizi’s spine stiffened and her expression soured. Something ugly bloomed in her heart, bleeding into her clenched fists and into every one of her aching thoughts.
Sua was hers–hers to cherish, hers to protect, and hers alone.
Mizi brought the camera to her face, nearly dropping it as she thumbed the bottom hatch. Her eyes drifted to its sleek figure, looking over each crack and crevice that laid in its wake.
It didn’t seem destroyed–at least not on the outside.
She pressed the bottom hatch once, and watched as it flew open with a pop.
Mizi had done it a hundred times before, always eager. But this time, an unfamiliar feeling curled within her gut, constricting around her throat and drawing tremors to her hands.
Dread.
The SD card slipped out, almost too easily.
Seconds later, it was inserted into her computer.
Mizi closed her eyes as the images began to load. Her palms bled, crescent-shaped indents peppering the skin.
She didn’t know what she’d do if the photos she had meticulously taken were wiped from the drive.
The first photo to have finished loading was sloppy; what was supposed to have been a serene picture of Sua standing on her rooftop at sunset, gazing at unseen birds, became instead a blurred mess. The photo was too dark to truly make out Sua, and being photographed mid-motion only served to blur Sua’s face and only leave her pale hands and the steam rising from her teacup visible. Mizi half blamed the disastrous photo on the incessant burr that had tangled itself in her hoodie, which distracted her just enough to let the sun sink deep into the Earth, taking with it the light.
The fact that she had accidentally stepped on a stray twig and had to duck back into the bushes before Sua saw her hadn’t quite helped either.
Still, staring at the photo brought a wry smile to her face, and she couldn’t help but trace what she could of Sua with her thumb.
It didn’t matter if the photo itself wasn’t perfect.
Her Sua looked good in everything.
The next few photos were better. One had captured Sua with her eyes furrowed, a tiny frown cast across her lips as she applied eyeliner. Another had Sua in a sweater, squinting into her reading glasses as she fussed over a dozen papers sprawled across her desk.
They were cute photos, lovely photos. Ones that offered a glimpse into Sua’s everyday life. Into a life that could become Mizi’s too in a better world.
Mizi swallowed.
She sank her fingers deeper into her palm.
Crazy, Mizi, you’re crazy.
Mizi gazed at the other photos, her eyes landing on the tiny outline sitting to the bottom right of the screen. Her cursor hovered briefly over the second-most-recent photo, before she moved the cursor over a margin.
Don’t get greedy now. Loving Sua from afar is enough.
Staring at the thumbnail set alight a blush to her cheeks. Mizi felt it again—that familiar hotness blooming across her chest and sinking downward, always downward. She welcomed it eagerly, letting it break the uglier thoughts and consume them whole.
This image was her favorite.
Mizi remembered it well, remembered just how far the bathrobe had dipped down to reveal Sua’s chest and the water droplets still clinging to her skin. Sua had been singing a small tune–one Mizi couldn’t quite make out from outside her window but had stirred her heart all the same.
Mizi never had known Sua could have been that reckless.
Her chest tightened–after all, anyone else could have also seen Sua in that state–but along with that sour feeling came a peculiar buzz.
It was nice knowing there were still hidden faucets of Sua she had still yet to explore.
She hovered her mouse over it, ready to click on it when–
Mizi paused, narrowing her eyes as she squinted at the screen.
When she confirmed she hadn’t been seeing things, she cursed, her grip on the mouse going slack as her mouth fell agape.
It–it wasn’t the last file.
She didn’t know how she hadn’t realized it earlier, but hidden among the files and sitting at the very right was one that hadn’t been there before.
What?
Bewilderment drove Mizi away from the screen, but curiosity drew her back.
She hovered her mouse over it, and clicked.
An image of the video loading took over her screen.
Mizi scowled.
Fuck.
She supposed setting the camera to always produce high quality photos had its drawbacks.
Impatiently, Mizi scanned the room, her gaze drifting to the other object that had stood beside the camera.
Now, it sat on her bed.
Wordlessly, she snatched it. Her eyes drank in every inch of it, noting its strong structure and lavender glow. It was firm, but it didn’t hurt when Mizi pressed her finger to it.
This–this must’ve been expensive.
Why was she given this?
The dog collar shone in her grasp. Linked below was a golden tag, and etched into its surface was–
Mizi blinked, her ears growing warm as her jaw went slack.
No, it couldn’t be.
Surely she was mistaken. Surely, it was the perfume making her see things.
There was no other reasonable explanation for what she thought she saw.
Mizi checked again, her eyes roaming over the same five letters until the letters bled together and her head grew woozy.
Puppy.
Mizi inhaled sharply, and it was then that a waft of vanilla rose up from the collar and circled Mizi like a cobra who had found its prey. It was almost ironic how sweet it smelled, when what she held in her hands was anything but.
The perfume still stuffed in her pocket seemed to have grown heavier, and Mizi was all of a sudden very aware of its presence.
Then, the computer beeped softly, and before Mizi could react, the video on screen began to play.
–-
Clink-clink-clink.
“Oh, is the camera finally running?”
There was a rustle of silk and the pitter patter of light footsteps against cedar, before what Mizi could only describe as a goddess wrapped in white stepped into view.
Sua exhaled softly, the faintest hint of a blush blossoming across her cheeks as she tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Her glasses had slipped downward as her gaze lingered somewhere else, somewhere away from the camera.
It was easy to see what held her attention.
White lacy lingerie curved around Sua’s body as a silk robe draped around her shoulders.
Mizi couldn’t help but blush as Sua's eyes drifted onto hers, and a smile bloomed across Sua’s face as if she could see the state Mizi was in.
The pink that had dusted her cheeks spread to the tips of her ears, but even so Sua still tugged at the bottom of her bra, drawing attention to the cute curve of her breasts.
She straightened and a piece of the silk robe moved with her, exposing a pale shoulder that almost seemed to glow under the light.
Like a sailor swimming to her own doom, Mizi stepped closer and closer to the screen, until her nose was inches away from the computer and its light burned her retinas.
Mizi thumbed Sua’s pretty face in reverence.
It was only when Sua spoke that Mizi remembered to breathe.
Was it usually this hard to get air into her lungs?
“Hello my little stalker,” Sua cooes, the beginnings of a smile etching across her face. “I know you’ve been watching me.”
Mizi wheezed, whatever little air in her lungs being forced out as she struggled not to fall out of her chair.
Surely, this had to be some kind of sick joke. Or maybe she was just suffering from some perfume-induced maniac episode.
Because, though she had sometimes toyed with Sua or left trinkets for her to find, Mizi had—she had always been careful to not be seen.
So how the hell did Sua know?
But then, a flash of purple invaded her vision, and that sureness that Mizi had felt seconds ago started to fade.
Mizi glanced back at the collar still in her grasp, a deep flush rising to her cheeks.
Was she truly not as careful as she thought?
“Did you like my gift?” Sua asked, her sudden voice making Mizi jerk back in surprise.
Sua giggled, pressing a curled finger to the top of her lips as her shoulders shook. It almost seemed innocent, if not for the sinful glint in her lavender eyes.
“I thought it’d suit you well.”
An uncontrollable whine flew from Mizi’s lips, and she gripped the collar tighter, pressing it close to her chest.
Oh did it feel good to make her happy. Even if it was only through a screen.
Sua continued, her eyes becoming half lidded and that blush of hers only deepening. “You’re sweet, always so desperate for me yet never once crossing the line.”
She giggled again.
“Never laying a finger on me even though you ache and yearn for it. You’re always being such a good little pup.”
She tilted her chin, staring directly at the camera as if she could see Mizi sitting there behind the screen, with her face aflame and her mouth agape.
The hand that had been pressed to Sua’s lips sank to her throat.
“But sometimes,” Sua murmured, tapping her throat slowly. “Sometimes I wonder how you’d act if you gave into your desires. If you finally took what you’ve always wanted.”
That hand of hers began to squeeze.
“Tonight, at midnight,” Sua gasped, pausing for a moment as she whimpered at her own touch. She squeezed her legs together, the lacy fabric only succeeding in drawing a moan from her lips.
“Come to my room.”
Sua slipped a hand between her legs as she squeezed her own throat tighter.
“Mmph!”
Sua closed her eyes, and for just a sweet moment Mizi could see the glistening slick on her fingers.
Heavy pants fell from Sua’s pretty mouth as her eyebrows knitted together. Despite it, she continued to speak, the struggle evident in her shaky words and full body shudders.
“There–there you can do whatever you want to me.”
Her words were starting to slur, soft whimpers interrupting her speech.
Sua tilted her head back, a silent moan parting from her lips while the fingers buried deep inside her wet folds worked faster.
“I’m sure you already know the way.”
She whimpered again, her legs starting to tremble and tears pooling in the corner of her eyes.
“Oh Gods–”
And then the video ended, leaving behind Mizi’s flushed face and a sharp metallic taste swimming in her mouth.
—
Oh.
Mizi exhaled softly, her lips parted and red staining her cheeks. The wooziness from before returned, causing her vision to blur and her knees to threaten to collapse. There was a thump roaring in her eardrums, this time not from the door but the trembling heart in her chest.
Again and again, the image of Sua in her white lingerie and her fingers buried deep inside herself replayed in Mizi’s mind.
Her invitation–her plea rang in Mizi’s ears.
She lifted the collar into the air, watching as the gold tag glinted in the artificial light.
Her lips curved into a smile.
Perhaps angels could notice their worshippers after all.
Mizi’s lips froze, a furrow in her eyebrows as she tightened her grip on the collar.
‘Notice’ wasn’t the correct word to describe it.
Of course, Mizi knew Sua had always known of Mizi’s existence and of her quiet visits–the anonymous love letters she’d purposefully left for Sua to find made sure of that. After all, a part of her had always fantasized about Sua finding out her presence; the thought of it would always send a thrill down her spine and knock the air from her lungs.
But this was different.
This time, Sua hadn’t just noticed her presence—she had noticed her. She had noticed more than just her admirer; she noticed Mizi.
And she was encouraging it too.
Mizi’s smile turned wolfish.
She slipped the collar around her neck, shuddering as it closed with a click.
It fit perfectly.
Well, Mizi supposed it was time to pay a visit to her lovely Sua.
--
Mizi’s nerves buzzed with excitement.
It had been agonizing to wait for the clock to strike midnight. The second it did, Mizi had run out of the door and nearly crashed into a tree as she drove haphazardly to Sua’s home.
When Mizi reached the two-story building, her legs burned.
She didn’t even need to pick the lock; the front door was already unlocked.
The house was dark, but that wasn’t an issue–at least, not for Mizi. She stepped into the living room, hood still pulled up to obscure her features, and quietly felt her way to Sua’s door.
The tips of her fingers brushed against a light switch, but Mizi instinctively pulled away, as if burned. Truthfully, she knew that it wouldn’t do any harm to turn on the lights–after all, it wasn’t like Sua wasn’t aware of her presence already–but some primal part of Mizi stopped her from doing so.
It would be too predictable for Sua, too boring.
Sua deserved something better–something exciting.
And so, Mizi slunk into the darkness, each step of hers all but a whisper as she stalked to Sua’s room.
Eventually, her eyes landed on the room to the far left corner. The light that spilled from beneath the door was intoxicating–a siren’s call that was leading Mizi further and further into the sea.
Though, if it was Sua leading her awry, she’d gladly drown.
She blew out a breath.
A second later, she slammed a hand against her lips as a frown sewed itself onto her face.
Quiet, quiet you fool! Don’t let her hear you.
Mizi grasped the sleek doorknob, trying to ignore how her fingers trembled, and entered the room.
--
Mizi almost let out a startled scream when she saw what was inside.
Sua wasn’t sitting atop her bed, waiting coyly for Mizi to enter.
Sua–Sua was asleep.
Mizi swallowed.
Why did the thought of that excite her so much?
Slowly, she crept into the dimly lit room, her hands gripping her camera tightly and a whine stuck in the back of her throat. The whole room smelled like Sua, and Mizi couldn’t help but swallow a mouthful of air in a half-thought-out attempt to taste the scent.
When Mizi realized what she was doing, she paused and pressed a gloved hand to her face, covering her eye with her fingers.
She exhaled softly. Her face was flushed, and despite the chill that seeped into the room her body was burning.
Sua was driving her crazy.
Mizi squeezed the camera again.
Or maybe, she was just unraveling the danger that had always lurked beneath the surface of hers.
Mizi took a step, then another, her eyes darting from the floor to Sua’s sleeping figure. She knew it would be better–logical, even–for her to walk straight to Sua and gently shake her awake. It was the polite thing to do–what any sane person would have done.
But she wasn’t just anyone, now was she?
Mizi thought back to the video, another thrill rushing across her body as she remembered Sua’s half lidded eyes and coy smile. She remembered Sua’s sinful expression, and how her gaze and that tilt of her head promised everything. How she promised everything.
Wordlessly, Mizi took out her camera and snapped a picture.
Well, she was just doing exactly what Sua had asked.
When Mizi had gotten close enough to Sua’s sleeping frame, she knelt down, her chest pressing against the soft mattress as the tips of her fingers brushed against Sua’s pretty skin.
This close, Mizi could see how the lingerie glimmered under the moonlight–watch the slow rise and fall of Sua’s chest.
It was so serene.
It was anything and everything Mizi could have ever wanted.
Mizi looked down to her own kneeling figure, then gazed back at Sua, who was sprawled on top of her bed, her blanket cast to the side.
Mizi’s knees ached, but she wouldn’t have it any other way,
How fitting, She mused, revelling in the quick way her heart was beating and the hotness that seeped into her skin.
How fitting it was for her to kneel before Sua–before the angel that had graced her very presence the moment she came into Mizi’s life and filled the hole in her chest that she never knew existed.
Mizi fiddled with the collar strung around her neck, the warmth between her legs only growing when she heard the tag jingle.
Almost instinctively, her hips jutted against the mattress, and for the third time that night her cock twitched.
Her Sua didn’t just deserve to be admired.
It was time for Mizi to give her goddess an offering.
Mizi rose up quietly, her hands sinking into the mattress as she climbed into bed. To Mizi, time seemed to have slowed down, and with every tiny movement of hers she feared that Sua would wake up.
But, she never did.
How was she still asleep?
Mizi glanced around the room before her gaze settled on the half empty glass of water sitting on her nightdesk and the bottle of sleeping pills standing to the side.
Something dangerous rose up from Mizi’s chest.
Oh.
Was this Sua’s little game?
Well, what kind of a puppy would Mizi be if she denied what her Sua wanted?
Suddenly emboldened, Mizi grazed Sua’s soft cheek with her thumb. Sua’s warm breath ghosted her palm, her thick eyebrows knitting together as her lips parted slightly.
Mizi stared at her in reverence.
Then a whimper broke out from Sua’s lips and whatever was left of Mizi’s self control crumpled.
She couldn’t help it.
She kissed her.
Sua’s lips were so soft and she tasted so sweet and oh Mizi couldn’t help but kiss her again and again, until Sua’s lips were swollen and a string of spit connected them both.
Mizi was burning, like a fire was consuming her from the inside.
She almost threw off her hoodie outright before she remembered the camera still in her pockets.
Mizi pulled it out, taking another picture of her Sua before setting it aside.
With one arm, she ripped the hoodie off of her, not even bothering to look back to see where she had tossed it.
It didn’t matter.
Not when she had a goddess in her arms.
Greedily, Mizi ran her hand down Sua’s smooth neck, trying to memorize each curve and dip with her touch. She ran it lower and lower until her fingertips brushed lacy fabric. She pushed it to the side rather roughly, and the fabric tore.
Mizi couldn’t bring herself to care.
She blew out a breath and tenderly cupped Sua’s breast, marvelling at how easily she could hold her.
Sua fit so perfectly in her hand. Like she was made for her.
She trapped the nipple between her two fingers, moving it to and fro and watching as it slowly hardened.
Sua whimpered again in her sleep, her fingers flexing briefly as her breathing quickened. She twitched once as Mizi twisted her pert nipple again, her cute nose scrunching up while her lips twisted into a frown.
Mizi gave Sua a sweet kiss, teeth gently tugging her bottom lip.
“Don’t worry unnie,” She whispered, pressing her mouth against Sua’s ear. “I’ll take good care of you.”
Maybe it was Mizi’s imagination, or the horniness clouding her vision. But in that moment, it looked as if Sua’s ears reddened.
Mizi grabbed the other breast, squeezing them both while she buried her face into the crook of Sua’s neck.
She inhaled.
Fuck, this was better than any damned perfume.
She lightly sank her teeth into Sua’s skin–not enough to puncture it, but enough to leave red angry marks lying in its wake. Enough to bruise.
Mizi kissed each one of the marks, then ran her tongue against them.
An image of Sua waking up the next day, covered in the hickies she had created entered Mizi’s mind–ensuring to everyone who even glanced at Sua that she was taken. That she was Mizi’s.
A twinge of pain invaded Mizi’s thoughts, reminding her of the aching cock straining against her jeans.
She cursed, letting go of her hold on one of Sua’s breasts to unzip her jeans and free herself. When her jeans were loose enough, she kicked them off and grabbed herself through her boxers, squeezing the base.
Her hand came back damp.
Sua whined again, and Mizi’s heart broke.
“ ‘M sorry unnie,” Mizi panted, immediately returning to her hold on Sua’s chest. “You don’t know what you do to me.”
To make up for the loss of contact, Mizi rose to her knees and began peppering kisses to Sua’s throat.
Her lips trailed downward, again feeling Sua’s body softly twitch.
A small smile bloomed on Mizi’s face when her lips bumped into the lacy waistband of Sua’s underwear. The heady smell clued her in, but it wasn’t until her fingers grazed against the damp fabric that Mizi’s smile turned wolfish.
“You’re already so wet for me unnie,” She gasped, running the hand that wasn’t against her underwear down her bare thigh. “And look at you, already spread out just for me.”
She laid back down, pressing an openmouth kiss against Sua’s panties. Her tongue licked the wetness that had collected against the fabric, and Mizi moaned at the taste.
“You taste so good, unnie,” Mizi rumbled, kissing her panties again and gently rubbing her lips against her covered cunt. She didn’t know if she could die like this, but if she could, then at least she’d die in utter bliss.
Her collar clinked again at the movement, and Mizi whined.
“Am I doing good, unnie? Am I?”
Sua’s thighs trembled.
It only took her a few seconds to realize her mistake.
Mizi hurriedly hooked her fingers under Sua’s underwear and slid it downward.
“Oh, I’m sorry, unnie,” She whimpered, fervently kissing Sua’s inner thigh as if that would rid her of her sin.
Her tongue pressed against Sua’s clit, flicking it as her index finger collected the slick that pooled against her underwear.
“Is this better?”
Sua’s body twitched.
Panting, Mizi began to suck on Sua’s clit, her tongue swirling against the thing as her hands gripped Sua’s waist. When she got enough of her clit, she slid her tongue downward, parting Sua’s pussy lips as she lapped her arousal.
As her tongue prodded Sua’s hole, Mizi thought back to the fantasies she had of this very night, when it had only been her and the stars for company. Whatever her mind had come up with, it didn’t–no, couldn’t–compare to what she was experiencing now.
Mizi’s eyes darted to the fragile, ethereal woman underneath her, her gaze lingering on the heavy blush that curled around her torso, her cheeks, and her arms. She drank in the soft gasps that fell from Sua’s lips, and revelled in how her mouth was set into a needy pout.
Now, she didn’t know if she’d ever be satisfied with just those fantasies again.
Mizi parted her legs further, pressing her face deeper into Sua’s felt folds.
She tasted wonderful.
The taste of Sua and the overwhelming smell of her needy pussy made Mizi’s head grow woozy.
It was intoxicating, but it was oh so perfect.
She whined again when Sua’s hips began to buckle. The clinking of the collar stirred a fire in Mizi’s gut, and her tongue worked faster in a fruitless attempt to satiate the heat.
Sua’s whole body shuddered, her thighs glistening with a new wetness that slid down Mizi’s chin and ruined the sheets below.
“Mizi!”
Mizi gasped, a sharp ringing in her ears as she humped into the mattress.
Sua–Sua was moaning her name in her sleep. She–
She’s thinking about me.
The thrill was sent straight to Mizi’s dick, and oh it was then that she fully registered her near painful arousal.
She pulled away from Sua, falling back onto the mattress while she finally freed herself from her ruined boxers.
But, she could only wait a few moments before she suddenly missed Sua’s touch.
Mizi pounced on Sua, huffing desperately against Sua’s pretty neck while she jerked herself off.
“Say my name again unnie, please,” Mizi whined, desperately rubbing her face against Sua’s collarbone while she bit into her skin. Mizi let go of her cock again, using her freed hand to embrace Sua while she humped into the area between Sua’s inner thigh and wet folds.
Sua looked so pretty like this, all flushed and covered in slick.
Mizi ceased her movements to instead press another heated kiss to Sua’s lips, cooing softly. She inhaled deeply, basking in the sweat that mingled with Sua’s sweet scent.
Her Sua was so pretty. So perfect.
Mizi touched herself again, rubbing her length as she sniffed Sua once more.
Soft, weak hands pushed against her chest.
Mizi stilled.
“Why’d you stop?”
It was whispered so softly that Mizi had been afraid she misheard it. But then she glanced down at the woman beneath her and met bleary eyes and a drool-ridden mouth that was curved into a shy, impatient frown.
Mizi yelped, almost throwing herself off the bed.
“Unnie? But I thought—”
She broke eye contact with the other woman, but before she could hide her face in Sua’s neck Sua grabbed her by the collar, the frown growing.
“I thought I told you that you could have your way with me,” Sua interjected, blinking the bleariness from her eyes. She grabbed Mizi’s length, rubbing her palm against Mizi’s base, and the whine Mizi let out made her pride wince.
“But I wanted to focus on you,” Mizi protested, but before she could even begin to push Sua away Sua’s grip on Mizi’s length tightened.
Sua muttered something that sounded suspiciously like dense mutt before she positioned Mizi’s cock at her entrance.
Whatever words Mizi had left died in her throat, and then all she was able to focus on was how she was currently pressed up against Sua’s pretty pussy.
Sua wrapped her arms around Mizi’s neck, her lithe frame feeling so heavenly next to Mizi’s own. She pressed her hot mouth against Mizi’s ear, nipping the lobe as she murmured, “The pills only dampened my senses. I woke up as you were eating me out. Now come on, you can fuck me.”
Mizi nuzzled into Sua and pushed herself inside.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Sua felt so tight, so warm.
Mizi dug her fingernails into Sua’s skin, moaning as she pushed herself deeper into Sua’s wet folds.
Sua mewled, her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth beginning to tremble. Mizi knew from the look on Sua’s face that it was a tight fit.
She could feel Sua’s walls stretching—trying to accommodate Mizi's length.
Sua threw her head back to moan, and it was then that Mizi noticed the small bruising around Sua’s throat. The video of Sua touching herself flew back to her mind, and before she could second guess herself, Mizi wrapped her hand around Sua’s throat.
Sua’s lip wobbled, and for a split second cracked her eyes open, meeting Mizi’s gaze, pleading.
Oh, Sua was such a fragile, delicate god. She was so easy to bruise.
And yet, she craved this.
Ever obedient, Mizi began to squeeze.
The wheeze Sua let out was filthy. She was choking, her eyes rolled to the back of her skull and her small hands scrambling to touch Mizi’s hand.
The hand that was squeezing her.
But despite it all, Sua’s lips were curled upward.
Mizi was a terrible person. She must be. Because as she gazed at her vulnerable goddess choking and moaning in her arms, it only turned her on even more.
“My unnie,” Mizi panted, reaching to kiss Sua’s lips. “My lovely, pretty unnie. Do I make you feel good? Oh, please say I do.”
She lifted Sua’s legs upward, giving herself better access to Sua’s drooling pussy, fucking her deeper and deeper into the mattress.
Mizi released her grip on Sua to let her breathe, and she stared in delight as Sua heaved onto Mizi.
Mizi peppered Sua’s face with kisses, watching as her love reached out for something on her bed, for something Mizi couldn’t quite see.
She threw something tiny to Mizi. Something familiar.
“Your camera,” Sua gasped at last. “Don’t you want to capture this moment?”
Mizi’s lip trembled. Every day it seemed that she was finding a new way to fall deeper in love with Sua.
She kissed Sua–perhaps a little too eagerly. Their foreheads clashed together, not enough to hurt, but enough for Sua to squeak in surprise. Mizi’s grip on Sua tightened, keeping Sua in place as she continued to bruise her lips.
“Thank you, thank you unnie,” Mizi whimpered in between kisses. Her thrusts grew sloppy as she continued to nuzzle against Sua, savoring her warmth.
“Mizi–” Sua yelped.
It was then she registered the sticky hands pressed to her chest, feebly trying to push her away.
Mizi immediately relented, stammering apologies. She finally took the camera, holding it like it was an exotic find and not long-time possession of hers.
“Silly,” Sua hissed, but even so a small smile graced her lips. The sight of it made Mizi’s heart grow warm, and she hovered the camera over her, pressing the shutter.
Click.
“Where will you put that one?” Sua cooed as she began to move her hips forward, swallowing more of Mizi’s cock. Mizi brushed a sweaty, sticky hand along the side of Sua’s face, stroking the skin there reverently. She resumed her motions, her dick throbbing in delight as Sua began to moan again.
“Under my pillow, unnie. So you’re the last thing I see before I sleep.”
Sua flushed, breaking eye contact as she wrapped her arms around Mizi and whimpered. Her pale thighs trembled, and it wasn’t long she was gripping on Mizi desperately, leaving long scratches on Mizi’s back and she wailed nonsensically into Mizi’s grasp.
Mizi clicked her shutter again.
Sua was so cute like this.
She wanted it to last forever.
Mizi felt it, felt Sua’s pussy clenching against her cock as she whined one last time before her cumming, coating Mizi in her slick.
That sent Mizi over the edge.
She came, thick ropes of cum slathering Sua’s walls until it spilled from her pussy in a river of white.
Her ears rang.
This was happening. She was really cumming inside her Sua. Her love.
Mizi collapsed into Sua’s arms, huffing her neck and kissing her like she would die if she stopped.
“I’m sorry, unnie, I’m still having trouble processing this,” Mizi admitted.
Sua was silent for a moment, then kissed her nose.
“Then that just means we have to go again, hm?”
Mizi yelped as Sua’s fingers sank downward.