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i.
It was unbearably quiet.
Sua was happy that she had long grown out of the habit of squirming in discomfort, but she still lamented the fact that she was sitting in silence rather than peacefully dozing off like she planned to. It was a little past the time she usually went to bed. She was already dressed for the part—her routine was broken, interrupted by a knock on her door. She had debated for a minute whether to open or not, and in her hesitation, a second knock had come. She knew then who had come for her. Her junior had stood on the other side, looking flustered but happy that Sua had opened the door. The other woman had her script with her, and a request was spoken with puppy dog eyes.
Unfortunately for Sua, her entire mannerism hit all of her weak points and in her state of unpreparedness, she let Mizi inside of her hotel suite.
Now over ten minutes had passed, and they had yet to exchange even a single word.
She peered over the top of her script, glancing sideways across the couch. On the other side, with her back straight, Mizi was still studying her script diligently. She was the opposite of Sua who curled up on her against the arm of the couch, lounging against the cushions. Her thin, pink brows were furrowed, and her lips moved silently as she went over her lines. Like this, she was strikingly handsome.
She was very much Sua’s type.
And that was exactly why Sua shouldn't have let her in.
She had been in the industry long enough to know that mingling with co-stars was a terrible idea, especially when said co-star was playing her love interest. That had been an awful lesson to learn. She had bounced back from it with time, but the pain of heartbreak always lingered. Like a ghost. Haunted, she kept everyone at an arm’s length even if she was kind to them. She was usually diligent about it, but something about the Alien Stage cast made her change her habits.
Part of it was because of Till, a familiar face. He was almost a friend, but not quite. They were both veterans of the industry and frequented the same circles. His company was a comfort, someone of the same age she could be casual toward. But he couldn’t be credited for making Sua step outside her comfort zone.
That was caused by her. Mizi.
Her co-star, eight years her junior.
From the beginning, even before they met, Sua knew that Mizi would challenge her world view. Alien Stage was Mizi’s first leading role. Up until then, she had only starred in minor supporting roles where her character would disappear into obscurity once her purpose was fulfilled. So when she was picked over dozens of other more experienced actresses that auditioned, it shocked the general public. Including Sua herself.
While she was no discontent with the decision, her own fans expressed mild worry. They weren’t too thrilled that she was assigned a supporting role despite being the first one cast—she didn’t even audition; the screenwriter and director both invited her to play the part. But with time, the murmurs of dissatisfaction disappeared.
Mizi’s hard work and tenacity, along with her bright personality, won the hearts of many.
Even Sua’s own heart was touched.
(How could it not be when Mizi always approached her with an enthusiasm to learn?)
She sighed at the thought, pushing it out of her mind as quickly as it came. Reminiscing about Mizi’s growth as an actress softened her. That was a dangerous thing to happen when alone with Mizi. She looked back at her script, trying to steel herself again. Sua rubbed the crook of her neck, kneading at a knot that had been plaguing her.
“Does your neck hurt, sunbae?”
Sua nearly startled, not expecting to hear Mizi’s voice at that moment. She glanced over. Her junior had put her script aside, laying it flat on the arm of the couch. From the looks of it, it was still on the third page. The third out of ten. This sort of pace she expected from a first reading, not from a casual review before filming.
Sua’s gaze lingered, wondering what Mizi really came here for.
She leaned back, placed her arm on the back of the couch, and rested her chin in her hand.
“Didn’t I tell you to call me unnie?” Sua teased.
She watched in satisfaction as Mizi sputtered, a flush creeping up the other woman’s neck. Sua hid a smile behind her palm. Although her junior had grown with confidence over time, she was still so easy to fluster. She let Mizi flounder for a second then granted her some mercy.
“My neck’s been a little sore lately.”
“I can help you with that!” Mizi offered, nearly jumping up in her enthusiasm. She quickly settled down with a sheepish smile, wringing her hands together in her lap. “I learned some techniques for one of my roles before, so I could help you… but only i-if you'd like.”
Sua blinked. Her smile faltered.
Mizi was offering to put her hands on her—for a massage. Out of context, it was a kind offer and in line with who Mizi was as a person. But here, in the isolated world of her hotel suite, it was a bad idea. Horrible, really. Downright awful. Her body warmed at the very idea. She should have said no.
But she didn’t.
She wasn’t sure why.
Perhaps it was because of Mizi’s keen eyes, or maybe it was because Mizi coyly lowered her chin to look up at her, or it could be because filming was wrapping up and soon they wouldn’t be co-stars anymore. Regardless of the reason, she didn't reject the offer immediately like she usually would. The air between them thickened as she contemplated.
Mizi’s gaze wavered in the silence, then it dropped to watch her fiddling hands. Sua followed her eyes. Her fingers were twisting themselves into knots. In those knots, she found an answer.
“Sure, I’d like that, Mizi.”
ii.
“Do you have lotion, unnie?”
“Yes. In the bathroom, on the counter.”
“I’ll go get it!”
“Mm.”
While Mizi went to fetch the lotion, Sua absentmindedly perched herself on the edge of her bed. She ran a hand through her hair, heaving out a quiet sigh as she reflected on her stupidity. It was one thing to let Mizi inside of her suite. It was another thing for her to let Mizi into the bedroom. Then it was another thing to allow Mizi to touch her in said bedroom. What was she even thinking?
It wasn’t too late to back out.
If she changed her mind and made up some sort of excuse, she was sure Mizi would be understanding. Disappointed, yes, but understanding. That’s how things usually went between them. Mizi would suggest something for them to do together, and she would politely decline or change her mind before their plans could come to fruition.
This could just be another one of those moments.
(The only exception was that one afterparty. She had been confident nothing would happen with the other cast members around, but she ended up drinking too much and making a fool out of herself.)
But when Mizi returned with the lotion and a triumphant smile, Sua didn't ask her to leave. The words sat heavy on her tongue. Reluctance left her speechless. Whatever lame excuse she prepared died unspoken. She returned the smile instead.
She watched silently as Mizi put the lotion on the bedside table. The younger woman rolled her sleeves up, revealing her toned forearms. Sua was aware that her co-star worked out—the image of Mizi's arms straining in her Round 5 dress was forever engraved into her memory and had faithfully accompanied her on some of her more… lonelier nights—but seeing her form up close was a sight she could never get used to.
Soon enough, her strong hands would be on her.
Sua swallowed thickly and quickly averted her gaze.
She was already losing her mind, and Mizi hadn’t even touched her.
(Perhaps it had been far too long since she was with anyone.)
“Are you ready, unnie?”
“Yes,” she sat up straighter, banishing any more unwanted thoughts away. “Should I lie down?”
“Yes, please.”
Sua started to climb onto the bed, lifting one leg, but Mizi called out, “Oh, wait! You’ll want to take off your robe for this, unnie.”
“Right,” she muttered. She reached for the belt and hesitated. But the moment passed once she took a deep breath. Sua undid the belt, shrugging off the robe as it came undone, revealing her silk camisole and shorts underneath. She glanced over her shoulder. “Is this fine?”
Sua watched through half-lidded eyes as a light blush flooded Mizi’s cheeks. She looked pretty like this, all flustered and shy even though she was the one giving out the orders. Mizi barely managed to keep eye contact with her, and her Adam’s apple bobbed nervously.
“Your… top too, please. I don’t want to get it dirty.”
Her heart skipped a beat.
She lowered her head, fiddling with the thin strap on her otherwise bare shoulder. Mizi opened her mouth, but it clicked shut when Sua quickly reached down for the hem of her top. She pulled it off in one swift motion then quickly held it to her chest, trying to preserve as much modesty as she could while standing half-naked in front of a woman she was terribly attracted to.
It made her feel a little better when she heard Mizi swallow hard.
Sua glanced over at her again, tilting her head. “Better?”
“Y-yes.” Mizi cleared her throat, quickly turning away and pretending to busy herself with the lotion. “You can lie down now, Sua-unnie."
The older woman hummed noncommittally and complied, acting as if she didn’t notice how flustered Mizi was. Sua shuffled on her knees to the center of the bed—she loved a queen sized mattress, but right now, it felt like crossing an entire continent just to get to the middle—and laid face down, arms by her side. Only then did she toss her camisole to the side.
She closed her eyes and waited with bated breath.
Soon enough, the mattress dipped and swayed slightly as Mizi climbed onto the bed after her. There was a moment of hesitation, a moment where Sua’s skin prickled in response to her hovering, then Mizi was straddling the backs of her thighs. They weren’t exactly touching, but they were close enough for Sua to feel the warmth radiating off of the younger woman.
Her heart hammered in her chest.
“I’m going to start now.” Mizi said, voice low and gentle as if she was scared of startling her. “Let me know if I’m pressing too hard, okay?”
“Okay.”
Her response came out breathier than she intended, but she didn’t have a moment to mentally berate herself about it. Large hands, slightly rough with calluses, pressed against her. She shivered. Those hands were hot, and her body eagerly soaked in the warmth. Mizi started slowly, hooking her fingertips over her shoulders and dragging them down onto her bare back. Sua sighed and relaxed against the mattress instantly.
They were silent as Mizi concentrated on massaging her. She alternated between Sua’s neck and shoulders, using her thumbs to knead into the tension surrounding her neck. Her hands glided smoothly across her skin, working skillfully and with intention. Sua melted under her touch. Her body warmed, and in a state of comfort, she nearly dozed off.
But then Mizi’s hand slid up her neck and inserted her fingers into the hair at her nape.
Sua stiffened, inhaling sharply.
“Sorry.” Mizi stilled her hands immediately. “This is supposed to help relieve headache tensions. Do you want me to stop?”
“No, you—you’re fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Mm-hmm,” Sua hummed, willing herself to relax. This was just a massage, after all. “Keep going.”
Mizi let out a sigh of relief. Even though Sua gave her approval, she still removed her hand from her hair. She refocused on her upper back and shoulders, applying more and more pressure as she worked to remove the knots. Mizi employed a variety of techniques, kneading and squeezing. She seemed to shy away from touching Sua’s neck at first, but as the minutes passed by, her touches grew bolder again.
This time, when her hand crept up her neck and into her hair, Sua was more prepared for it.
And yet, she still gasped.
Mizi thankfully did not let it discourage her. She lightly scratched her scalp, and Sua felt her spine tingle pleasantly. Mizi’s other hand continued to knead and pinch her neck. Sua hummed. The persistent ache disappeared under Mizi’s ministrations who found knots she didn’t know she had.
She could get used to this.
Then hand in her hair closed into a fist, pulling at her roots gently.
“Oh…”
Without meaning to, a breathy moan escaped her. The grip on her hair loosened, but only for a second before Mizi was pulling on it again. Sua pursed her lips, smothering another moan before it could slip out. The hold on her hair remained taut, but the tension in her scalp surprisingly released.
It felt good. Too good.
Warmth pooled in her lower stomach, dripping between her legs and soaking into her underwear.
She bit her lip, praying for mercy.
God must have taken notice of her pitiful state, because Mizi soon let go of her hair. Her hands smoothed over her back once more. Even though she had worked hard during the past—Sua cracked open an eye to check the digital clock on the bedside table—half an hour, it seemed like her hands weren’t tired yet.
“Are you sore anywhere else, Sua-unnie?”
Sua hummed softly, contemplating.
When should she draw the line…?
(Was there even a line being crossed right now?)
(Yes. The answer was yes. Absolutely. She needed to put an end to this… but she didn't want to.)
“My lower back,” she responded.
Following her words, Mizi shifted down. The sheets rustled as she scooted back, putting herself in a better position to touch the older woman’s lower back. Her hands settled on Sua’s bare waist.
Sua sucked in a deep breath, grimacing with instantaneous regret.
Her waist was actually quite sensitive. The light, experimental grip Mizi had on her made her want to squirm. Her thighs tensed as she resisted the urge.
She raised her arms, pillowing her head in them. This posture would surely undo some of the work Mizi just did, but she needed to conceal herself, to bury any reaction. Mizi, seemingly unaware of her predicament, resumed her massage. She used her thumbs, making circles. Sua did her best to stay still, trying not to squirm as her nerves tingled. Pleasure zipped up and down her spine before settling restlessly between her legs.
Her lip was caught between her teeth, chewed raw as she tried to suppress a moan every time Mizi shifted her hands. She was only half-successful. Sua hummed each time Mizi applied pressure to her hips, borderline moaning at some points. The only thing saving her from embarrassment was that Mizi never commented on it. Then the younger woman’s hands dipped lower, pressing her thumbs against the divots near the base of her spine. This time, Sua couldn’t help the noise that escaped her.
“Mmgh, Mizi—!”
Her clit pulsed desperately. She pushed her hips back, seeking more contact. But the hands on her waist withdrew fast, like they’d been burnt. The sudden loss startled Sua, bringing her back to her senses. The weight of her actions settled heavily in her chest. She sat up, folding her legs under her. Her arms came up, covering her bare chest. Shame warmed her cheeks. She could hardly bring herself to look at Mizi, but she did. She had to in order to apologize for her indiscretion. She turned sideways to face her, an apology on her lips.
Her breath hitched instead.
Mizi sat on her knees, mirroring her posture. Her cheeks glowed red with a blush; her face was almost the same shade as her hair. Her gaze flitted around the room, guilt swimming in them. There was a light sheen of sweat on her forehead, and her hands wrung the bottom of her shirt, tugging the hem down. Despite her efforts, it did nothing to hide the tent in her sweatpants. They sat within arm’s length of each other. It was too big to hide at this distance.
Sua stared at it.
Mizi whined softly, “Unnie.”
It knocked some sense back into Sua. She ripped her eyes away, feeling a little guilty for staring so openly and rudely. It was unlike her. All of this was unlike her. She blamed those gold eyes. There was a large amount of uncertainty in them, but they were also dark with barely contained desire.
(As if Mizi's hard-on wasn't evidence enough.)
“I’m sorry, unnie,” Mizi suddenly said, expression pinched with embarrassment. She looked close to tears.
“Why are you sorry?”
Sua’s brows furrowed. She should be the one to apologize.
“I—” The younger woman opened and closed her mouth several times, struggling to explain herself. Mizi bit her lip and tugged at the bottom of her shirt again. She looked ashamed. It made Sua’s heart hurt.
“I’ve made you uncomfortable,” she finally said.
“But I’m not uncomfortable?”
She was the one who started moaning. If anyone should be uncomfortable, it was Mizi. Yet here she was apologizing for her body's natural reaction.
Mizi’s scrunched expression eased slightly. “You’re not?”
“No,” she reaffirmed, peering up at Mizi through her lashes. “Not at all.”
Relief flooded the younger woman’s features, her expression blooming with a smile. Sua’s heart skipped a beat at the sight. Mizi was too good-looking, too kind-hearted, for her to handle.
“That’s good. I don’t want you to hate me.”
“I could never hate you, Mizi.”
Her words, simple yet so honest and raw, seemed to surprise her junior. Sua was surprised herself. She always had a bad habit of never being fully truthful, fully vulnerable. But then again, she didn’t anticipate ever having this type of conversation with Mizi, let alone having it while half naked and wet.
“Really?” Mizi whispered, like she couldn’t believe it.
There was something else in her tone too. Something hopeful.
Sua wasn’t stupid.
She knew that Mizi wasn’t trying to get closer to her out of pure friendship. Not really. Don’t get her wrong, her junior was undeniably a kind person with not a single malicious bone in her body, but Sua had enough life experience to know that Mizi also harbored ulterior motives.
See, the most dangerous thing about her attraction to Mizi wasn’t that it existed.
The most dangerous thing about it was that it was mutual.
Sua had done her best during her time as part of the Alien Stage cast to not act on it, to not give in to this mutual attraction. She was Mizi's senior, and nearly a decade older than her too. She had a reputation to uphold, an image to carry on, a boundary to keep. But no matter how hot and cold she was, Mizi continued to pursue her. So patient, so optimistic, so kind…
Unlike her, Mizi wasn't afraid to go after what she wanted.
It made her feel childish at times, denying Mizi and herself what they both wanted. She called it discipline, but it was just her hiding behind made up rules.
But perhaps some of Mizi’s bravery had rubbed off on Sua because she found herself nodding, “Really.”
Then she did the stupidest thing she could do at that moment.
She kissed her.
iii.
It wasn’t their first time kissing. Far from it. They’d shared more than a dozen in front of cameras. They even acted out more intimate scenes. Then there was that one kiss, alcohol-fueled and hardly memorable, a source of shame and regret…
This was the first kiss without any of that. No shame tempting her to hide, no regret pulling her away, no alcohol marring her senses.
This one and the ones that followed were languid. Quick, shy little presses of their mouths together. Gradually they lingered, lips sliding as they tried to stick close to each other. Sua’s eyes had been closed since the first kiss, but she didn’t need to see in order to feel Mizi’s smile. She felt it during each kiss, the curve of her lips leaving a distinct impression. Sua smiled too in response.
She couldn’t help but tease a little bit.
She pulled back a little, opening her eyes slightly to observe Mizi’s reaction. Mizi's eyes were half-lidded, watching her just as closely.
“What are you smiling about?”
The younger woman’s smile froze for a second, then it grew wider. Her eyes bent into crescents, bending under the weight of her joy. It stole Sua's breath away. “I’m just so happy right now, unnie.”
An expected answer, and yet it made her heartbeat quicken.
She leaned back in.
Mizi met her halfway. This time everything was more intense. Sua may have initiated it, but she did not maintain control over the situation. Mizi took the lead as naturally as she breathed. As naturally as they kissed. Her hands were no longer idle in her lap. They roamed over Sua’s neck, across her shoulders, then down her bare back. In turn, Sua raised a hand to cup her jaw, keeping Mizi close.
The younger woman nipped at her bottom lip. It stung a little, and she gasped softly at the pain. Mizi soothed it with her tongue. The wet sensation made her lips part slightly. Then she parted them wider as Mizi slipped her tongue into her mouth. Both of her hands reached out now, twisting the material of Mizi's shirt as she clutched her shoulders. Lost in the feeling of kissing her, Sua forgot that she was topless. She was quickly reminded when Mizi’s hands settled around her ribs. Her thumbs brushed the underside of Sua’s small breasts.
(She wondered if Mizi could feel her heart pounding.)
Sua pulled away with a shaky moan.
Mizi tried to chase after her, but she turned her head, letting her lips settle on her cheek instead. Her junior took it in stride, littering kisses against the side of her face.
“Give me a second,” Sua panted softly, smiling even as she pulled away further. “Let me catch my breath.”
She turned her back, trying to put a little space between them lest she dive back in recklessly. Mizi followed after her, confidently hugging her from behind. Sua shuddered in her arms. She placed one hand on top of Mizi’s, then she hooked her other arm around Mizi’s neck, tugging lightly at pink curls. The younger woman hummed and nuzzled her ear with her nose.
Then she licked it.
Sua closed her eyes and bit her lip, stifling a moan as Mizi began to lavish her ear with attention. The arms around her waist tightened, pulling her flush against the other woman’s front. Like this, she was essentially sitting in her junior’s lap. She flushed hotly. She could feel the other woman's hard-on against her backside. Her clit throbbed with anticipation. The hand she had in Mizi’s hair balled up into a fist and pulled. Mizi let go of her ear with a low groan. The sound went straight to Sua’s clit.
With one last parting kiss to her ear, Mizi moved down to her neck and sucked the skin above her racing pulse.
Sua moaned freely this time. Her head lolled back, resting against Mizi’s shoulder, exposing more of her throat for the other woman to mark. The arms around her shifted at the same time. Much like before, her junior placed her hands over her ribs, and her thumbs brushed against the underside of Sua’s breasts. Sua lowered her arm to rest against Mizi’s thigh behind her, clutching onto the material of her sweatpants.
“Mmn… Mizi,” she muttered, arching her back into the younger woman’s hands.
Mizi kissed the corner of her mouth. Her eyes fluttered open, and Mizi met her gaze, looking absolutely smitten as she said, “You’re so beautiful.”
Her hands slid up, easily encompassing her small breasts in her palms. Sua flinched with pleasure, lips parting with a breathy moan. Mizi groped her subtle curves and used her thumbs to trace circles around her skin, focusing on her sensitive areolas. Goosebumps broke out over her skin, and Sua couldn’t help but shiver again. The fingers on her skin moved up, rubbing her hardened nipples.
“Ah, mmn—!”
Sua bit her lip again, eyes squeezing shut as pleasure shot through her. Her hips rolled back, pushing right against Mizi’s clothed cock. The younger woman moaned into her ear and tweaked her nipples again. Sua whimpered, her hips jumping and clit pulsing in time with her racing heartbeat. Her knees slid against the sheets, wanting to close together for some relief, but Mizi kept them firmly apart with her own legs.
“Fuck, unnie. You’re so sensitive,” Mizi groaned right into her ear, sounding almost breathless. She rolled Sua’s nipples between her fingers. “Does it feel good?”
“Y-yeah,” she whimpered, tugging on Mizi’s hair again. “You can be rougher…”
“Harder?” The younger woman repeated while palming her. Sua bit her lip, but the moans rumbled from her throat as Mizi pinched her nipples. Mizi kissed her ear again before speaking into it. “Like this?”
Sua nodded.
“You look so good like this, unnie.” Her tone was dripping with desperation, nearly whining as she asked, “Can I touch you?”
One of her hands abandoned her breast and slid down her taut stomach, stopping just before they could dip into her shorts. Her fingers fiddled with the waistband. Waiting. Sua felt herself clench around nothing, nearly melting at the way Mizi was begging to touch her.
“Yes,” she hissed, cheeks warming at the sheer neediness in her voice. “Touch me.”
Mizi groaned. Her hand slipped inside of Sua’s shorts. She bypassed her underwear entirely, roughly pushing into its waistband as well. She lingered at the patch of damp, coarse hairs at her crotch, running her fingers through them, almost petting them. The sensation tickled, but it wasn't unpleasant. Sua liked it. It made her pussy clench and leak excitedly. She squirmed, trying to get those fingers to go lower. Thankfully, Mizi caught on. But she ignored Sua’s clit, choosing instead to run her fingers through her dripping folds instead. They both moaned as Mizi parted them teasingly.
“God, you’re soaked.”
Sua bucked her hips, trying to get Mizi to dip her fingers inside or to touch her swollen clit. She whined, “Mizi…”
Her junior kissed her cheek. It was enough to pacify her. With a huff, she settled back down into Mizi’s arms, trying her best to be patient as the younger woman continued to play with her labia. She grit her teeth as Mizi dipped her fingers in between her lips, teasing her entrance and running her fingers through her slick. All the while, her other hand light brushed over her nipple, teasing her. Her back arched into the touch.
Sua twisted her fingers tighter in pink curls, whining again. “Mizi—!”
“You're so impatient, unnie.” The other woman kissed her cheek again, lips lingering against her skin. Her breath was hot as she spoke, voice low and almost gravelly. Sua shivered. “What do you need? Tell me.”
“Inside,” she nearly hissed, her lips wobbling as she suppressed a sob. “I need your fingers in me.”
Mizi moaned. It was accompanied by her cock twitching against Sua's backside.
The younger woman followed her request and pushed a finger inside of her cunt. Sua whimpered. It had been a while since she’d done anything like this. Her muscles instantly clamped down at the intrusion. Thankfully, she was wet enough for Mizi to sink her finger to the second knuckle before she met some resistance.
Mizi moaned again, “You’re so tight…”
Sua sobbed. Her grip on Mizi’s hair loosened, and her hand slid to rest on her junior’s nape, scratching her skin lightly. Mizi shuddered against her, nipping her shoulder as she started to slowly thrust her finger in and out. When her muscles were relaxed enough, Mizi added a second finger and ground her palm against her clit.
Sua jolted at the touch, knees sliding against the sheets to accommodate the space Mizi was taking up. Even with her shorts and underwear still on, the wet noise of Mizi’s fingers thrusting into her was still audible. It was obscenely loud in her ears. Only her moans and Mizi’s sympathetic groans could beat it in volume. Sua cursed under her breath as the fingers inside her curled, pressing against her front wall. Sua nearly saw white.
The hand on her chest moved to grasp her shoulder, holding her tighter. It should have felt suffocating, being held so closely, but Sua only felt freedom. She bucked and rolled her hips against Mizi’s hand erratically, chasing after every little bit of pleasure the younger woman gave her. Mizi kissed her shoulder, leaving who knows how many marks behind.
“Can I add another finger, unnie?” Mizi asked against her skin, voice slightly muffled, but her eagerness was still palpable. “Or will it be too much?”
She shook her head, her jaw working as she struggled to find her voice. “G-give it to me.”
Mizi let out a guttural groan at her words. On the next thrust, a third finger was added. Sua trembled. Her gaze grew hazy as she teared up, but it wasn't from discomfort or pain. The stretch was good. Really good. A gush of wetness soaked her inner thighs and Mizi's hand.
She fell in rhythm with the fingers inside of her, shaking as they continuously curled against her sweet spot. It made her whine, a noise that had Mizi moaning into her ear in response. The fingers in her stilled, and she nearly pinched Mizi's neck in response. She would have if not for the thumb making tight circles around her clit. Her stomach tightened, and her eyes threatened to roll back.
“Oh god, Mizi—!”
“Does it feel good, unnie?” Her junior mumbled absentmindedly against her ear. “Are you close? I want you to cum for me, want to feel you squeeze on my fingers as you do.”
Sua bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut, her expression scrunching up as her body temperature rose rapidly. She never imagined—because she had imagined it before—that Mizi would be the type to shamelessly whisper into her ear like this, expressing every little dirty thought she had out loud. On top of that, she didn’t expect how she would react. Her skin reddened with a full body blush. Her breathing quickened, becoming shallow. Her mind grew fuzzy, unable to think about anything but the fingers between her legs and the heat dripping between them.
“Are you gonna cum for me, unnie?”
Her shoulders hunched as the words washed hotly over her ear, shying away even as her nails clawed at Mizi’s nape and sweatpants. She could feel the smirk on her junior’s lips. Part of her was outraged by the deliberate teasing, her pride unable to stand the provocations of someone nearly a decade younger than her. A larger part of her absolutely loved it.
The coil in her stomach tightened and heated up. Her thighs quivered, and her lips parted with a gasp as the feeling quickly overwhelmed her. She was going to cum. Mizi was going to make her cum. Her cunt tightened, fluttering around the other woman’s fingers. Mizi panted excitedly. She thrust her fingers again, and her thumb continued to draw circles around Sua’s clit, pushing her right over the precipice.
The pleasure burned, white-hot and all-consuming. Sua briefly seized up before succumbing to the tremors that wrecked her entire body. Even though her cunt was clamping down tightly, Mizi’s fingers still moved inside of her. She whimpered pitifully, and a few tears slid down her cheeks. More sensitive than ever, she felt another hot wave of pleasure wash over her, forcing a cry out of her. Her thighs clamped around Mizi’s hand, forcing her to still her hand as she rode out the back-to-back orgasms. Her junior cursed softly, her voice tinged with awe, and she moaned as a rush of slick dripped down her wrist and pooled into her palm.
Sua panted heavily as the intensity of her orgasms waned. Her head cleared slightly as she filled her lungs with air, but her body became heavy in the afterglow. She slumped into Mizi’s arms, moaning weakly as the fingers inside of her withdrew. Her junior’s sticky fingers lingered on her crotch, fiddling with the trimmed coarse hairs again. She wasn’t sure what Mizi was trying to do, teasing her like this. But it did little to calm her, and instead made her ache with desire.
It had been a while since she felt this insatiable.
iv.
Sua never considered herself a glutton before. She knew better than to ask for more, to take what was given to her and be grateful. But this sinful craving crept into her heart and in between her legs. More, it said. There was a gnawing pit in her stomach, one that could only be filled by the person behind her, holding her so delicately. Yet the word “more” sat heavy on her tongue; her mind was unwilling to let it leave her mouth.
“What are you thinking about?”
The sudden question, the first words spoken between them since Sua came, startled her out of her thoughts. She blinked slowly and tilted her head. Mizi peered up at her from her shoulder, her gold eyes shining curiously.
“I—” Her voice cracked as soon as she spoke. She turned away slightly, clearing her throat. The unexpected blunder was embarrassing even though she was a whimpering mess just minutes before. “I was thinking about you.”
Mizi sat up straight, “Me?”
“Yeah. You’re… you’re good with your fingers.”
“I’ve been told I’m good with my mouth too,” she boasted, grinning proudly. Her casual statement caught Sua off guard, and she raised an eyebrow rather pointedly. Realizing how she might have sounded, Mizi flushed and quickly added, “Th-that’s just what my ex told me! And I’ve only b-been with her…”
The younger woman trailed off meekly. Sua couldn’t help but smile at her flustered state. Just a moment ago, her junior was saying all sorts of filthy things with ease, and now she was stuttering over her words. Her heart swelled with affection.
If she was to be honest, knowing that Mizi had only been with one other woman filled her with a sense of relief (not like she would admit it out loud). Happy with the situation, she leaned back into Mizi’s arms again. Her junior relaxed too, holding her tightly. They were silent for a moment, but then Mizi broke the silence once more.
“What about you, unnie?” She tilted her head curiously. “How many women have you been with?”
Cold sweat gathered on the small of Sua's back. If there was one thing she didn’t want to talk about right now, it was her dating history. It wasn’t all bad, and some of it was life changing, but there were a few moments she wasn’t too proud of. She didn’t really want to regale Mizi with tales of her… colorful history, especially not when she still had her hand in her underwear.
She closed her eyes, feigning exhaustion in an attempt to avoid the question. Mizi didn't seem to buy it. Her gaze remained hot on the side of Sua's face. Sua wished the earth would open up and swallow her whole, saving her from having to answer the question, but that was something that only happened in fiction. She sighed softly and opened her eyes. She tilted her head to meet Mizi's intense gaze and raised an eyebrow.
“Do you really want me to talk about other women right now?”
Mizi sputtered, blanching, “N-no.”
“That’s what I thought,” she said lightly, playfully sticking her tongue out. Mizi snorted, smiling despite herself.
“I’m just jealous,” her junior muttered, letting out an exaggerated sigh as she collapsed her head against Sua’s shoulder. “I wanted to be your first.”
Sua smiled helplessly, at a loss in the face of Mizi’s nonsensical words. “You’re about ten years too late for that.”
She was thoroughly amused by the other woman’s soft complaints. There was no real bite to them. There was only petulance that she wasn’t used to hearing from Mizi. Her junior was usually more of a glass half-full type of person, but it seemed like this had her stumped. Sua sympathized. Just a moment ago, she felt relieved knowing Mizi only had one girlfriend before her.
Sua patted Mizi's thigh and offered some words of comfort to the younger woman, “It's okay. You're with me now, aren't you?”
Mizi perked up at that, lifting her head up, her eyes wide with excitement. “Does that mean we're together now, unnie?”
“Is that what you want?” she asked back, unable to give a definitive answer even if she had one in her heart.
Her junior seemed to wilt a little but nodded firmly, kissing the corner of her mouth. “More than anything.”
“You like me that much?”
“I thought it was obvious… I wanted to get closer to you for the longest time, but you always played so hard to get!”
Sua couldn’t say anything to defend herself. It was true. Even now, she still couldn’t be fully truthful. Mizi pouted as she remained silent and bit the shell of her ear. It wasn’t hard, but it felt punishing all the same. The sting didn’t last long. The hand in her panties swiped low, pressing against her swollen clit. Her hips instantly bucked into the touch.
“It’s okay if you can’t give me an answer right now, Sua-unnie,” Mizi muttered softly. “I’ll wait for you.”
The words alone were enough to make Sua wet again. The fingers on her clit dipped between her folds to wet themselves and returned to her clit to draw tight circles. Sua whimpered, hips rolling as pleasure coursed through her. She could cum again like this if Mizi let her. It wouldn’t take long, not when the pit in her stomach quickly filled with heat. But it seemed like Mizi had other plans.
The pressure on her clit disappeared as quickly as it came. Sua huffed as Mizi removed her hand from her underwear entirely. Her waistband was hooked by those same wet fingers.
“Can I take these off? I want to see you.”
Sua’s breath hitched. Her heart stuttered. She nodded wordlessly, the prickling feeling of shyness rising up in her as she shuffled forward and moved to down lie on her back. She avoided Mizi’s gaze and instinctively covered her chest with her hands. The sheets rustled as Mizi came forward to hook her fingers into her waistband. She pulled both her shorts and her panties down her legs. Mizi went slow, her eyes raking over her body as she was bared.
The air settled coldly over Sua’s damp skin, and her legs automatically went to close. Strong hands settled over her knees, stopping her.
Her gaze was drawn to the action, and she flushed hotly as Mizi’s eyes roamed over her. Those hands slid up her legs, pushing her thighs apart. Mizi filled in the space between them as her legs fell apart under her guidance. Sua gasped softly as Mizi’s hands settled on her groin. Her thumbs were positioned on either side of Sua’s labia, and she slowly spread her lips apart, putting her wet hole on full display.
“God, you’re so pretty,” Mizi sighed. She dipped her head down and kissed Sua’s inner thigh, poking her tongue out to lick at some of the arousal that had leaked down her leg. Sua gasped, and Mizi groaned hungrily. “Sua-unnie, can I taste you?”
Gold eyes looked up at her. They were slightly hazy as if Mizi was drunk off of the taste of her. The offer was tempting. Really tempting. Sua did want to see if Mizi could put money where her mouth was, but…
“Next time.” She reached down to push her head back, and Mizi backed off even if she looked reluctant to do so. Sua eyed her as she sat on her knees again. A small smile pulled at her lips, and she raised an eyebrow. “So… are you going to take off your clothes, or am I going to be the only one naked here?”
“Huh?” The gears in Mizi’s head visibly turned on her face as she registered the meaning of Sua’s words. Once it clicked, she flushed brightly and nodded repeatedly like a pecking chicken. “Oh! Right, yes, of course.”
Even though she said that, Mizi seemed to freeze as soon as she grabbed the bottom of her shirt. She looked down at herself with furrowed brows, her lips pursed. The smile on Sua’s face faded, her chest panged with worry. She sat up, folding her legs underneath her. Mizi’s head whipped up to look at her, eyes wide with barely concealed panic. Sua reached out, caressing the top of one of her hands. Mizi’s fingers trembled under her touch.
“Hey,” she said softly, nearly whispering. “You don’t have to. If you want to have sex with your clothes on, then I’m perfectly fine with that.”
(It would feel a little degrading if she was honest, but a little degradation wouldn’t hurt her by any means.
It might even be welcomed.)
(Who was she kidding? It would be more than welcomed.)
Mizi remained silent following her reassurance. Her eyes scanned her face, seemingly looking for something. Sua didn’t waver under the scrutiny and waited patiently for whatever came next. Pink brows relaxed. Whatever her junior was looking for, it seemed like she had found it. Mizi’s shoulders dropped, and a smile pulled at her lips. The younger woman shuffled backwards, putting some space between them.
“Thanks, Sua-unnie,” she said as she started to bunch her shirt up, “but I want to do this properly.”
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Sua watched silently as Mizi undressed.
Her junior pulled her top off quickly, only slowing down to get her arms through the long sleeves. It left her in a plain black sports bra. One that she also pulled off, exposing her ample chest. Her breasts swayed gently as they settled into newfound freedom. Sua swallowed thickly. They looked heavy but soft. She wanted to test how much they weighed with her hands, but she didn’t give into temptation, afraid that she’d hinder Mizi’s momentum. Instead, she curled her fingers into the sheets to restrain herself.
Mizi reached down for her sweatpants next. Violet eyes followed the path her hands took, lingering on the pink hairs that began under her belly button and disappeared into her waistband. Mizi pulled her sweats down a bit, revealing more tantalizing hair and skin. Then she paused. Sua glanced up to check on her expression, worried that she might be having regrets.
Her fears were abated quickly.
Mizi looked back at her, a dark blush coloring her cheeks and ears. Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth, seemingly more shy than regretful. Despite that, she began to (very awkwardly, but in an endearing way) wrangle her legs out of her sweatpants. Sua could see her movements from her peripherals, but any time her gaze wavered away from Mizi’s, the younger woman would freeze. She caught on quickly and maintained eye contact until Mizi finally tossed her sweatpants to the side.
(Maybe she missed it, but she didn’t see any briefs or boxers. Had Mizi been going commando this entire time?)
Sua licked her lips in anticipation, and after a quick once-over of Mizi’s expression, she looked down.
Her eyes widened.
She already had an inkling, but now it was confirmed: Mizi was big.
If she had to guess, Mizi was just over six inches (a little longer than her biggest dildo) and had the girth to match. It stood tall, bobbing just beneath her belly button, and was surrounded by a bush of pink curls. Mizi’s cock itself was overall pink—several shades lighter than Mizi’s hair, more similar in color to her areolas. Precum beaded at the tip which verged on a shade of red.
It was so beautiful.
Sua wanted to kiss it. To taste it.
She licked her lips again. As if in response, Mizi’s cock twitched.
Perhaps she looked for too long, because soon enough her staring contest with Mizi’s dick was obstructed by her hands. Sua pouted. She looked up. Mizi’s mouth wobbled, and her eyes flitted around again, unable to look Sua in the face for more than a second. She looked like she might explode. Sua tried not to giggle at the adorable sight.
She leaned in and kissed her, finally allowing herself to touch her.
Mizi instantly melted into the kiss, and her hands came up to caress Sua’s neck. The older woman hummed softly, biding her time. When Mizi flicked her tongue against her bottom lip, she reached out and lightly touched her dick with her fingertips. Her junior moaned shakily, pulling back slightly but not distancing herself completely. Sua took that as a positive sign and wrapped her hand around Mizi’s cock. She was a little breathless to find out her fingers couldn’t close around it completely.
Mizi moaned. Her hips twitched and hesitantly thrust her cock into Sua’s fist. Sua’s cunt clenched in response and slick trickled down her thighs. She pressed her legs tighter together to stop it from dripping on the bed. Her heartbeat pulsed low in her clit, urging her.
“You’re so big,” Sua murmured against Mizi’s lips. “We’ll have to go slow, okay?”
“O-okay.”
Mizi nodded, and her cock throbbed in Sua’s hand. She leaned back in to resume kissing the older woman whose lips parted readily for her. Sua absentmindedly stroked Mizi as they kissed, twisting her wrist every time she reached the top. Soon enough, her palm was slick with precum which made it easier for her to jack Mizi off. She savored every sweet moan she received.
Mizi’s hands were not idle either. They briefly combed through her bob, then they traveled down her body. One settled around her waist, and her stomach clenched at the ticklish feeling. The other hand bullied its way between her thighs. Mizi’s fingers immediately zeroed in on her aching clit, rubbing it back and forth. Sua gasped, and her grip tightened. Mizi moaned and pressed forward eagerly. Sua leaned back, instinctively trying to prevent their teeth from clacking. Her junior took this as an opportunity to tip her onto her back, using the arm around her waist to control her descent.
The air left Sua’s lungs as soon as her back hit the mattress.
She broke away from Mizi’s lips, panting softly, eyelashes fluttering as she looked up at her lover (was that what they were now?). Her hands fell to her sides, gripping the sheets as the other woman crawled forward and settled in between her legs. Mizi’s thick cock slid against her, lightly grazing her clit. Sua stifled a moan even as her back arched. Their chests pressed tightly together. They were so close. Sua couldn’t tell whose heartbeat was thudding in her chest. Mizi pressed her face into the crook of her neck and grabbed her thighs, using them to lift her hips up. At this angle, Mizi’s cock was perfectly nestled against her puffy folds. The weight of her cock pushed her lips apart.
Mizi rolled her hips.
Sua gasped and bucked her own in response.
The younger woman repeated the motion, and soon they were grinding against each other. Sua bit her lip, breathing heavily. Her cunt produced a sticky wet sound as Mizi’s cock glided through her folds. With every thrust, her clit was brushed very lightly. It was just enough to send shivers down her spine, but it quickly became apparent it wouldn’t get her anywhere. Sua let go of the sheets and grasped Mizi’s biceps.
“Put it in already,” she muttered, nearly whining.
“Fuck…” Mizi groaned. She lifted her head and quickly peppered Sua’s face with kisses while they continued to grind against each other. “Do you have any condoms, unnie?”
The question sobered her up a little.
Oh… Damn it.
Sua bit the inside of her cheek and shook her head solemnly.
“I don’t have any either…” Mizi’s hips went still. Uncertainty flashed across her face before her expression lit up with an idea. “I’ll just run down to the convenience store and buy some!”
Sua knew she should have agreed. That would have been the responsible thing to do. She wasn’t on birth control—she stopped needing it three ex-girlfriends ago—and last she checked, her period tracker said she was ovulating soon. She didn’t have plans to get pregnant yet (she didn’t even know if she wanted to at all), and a child could put a pause to Mizi’s career when it had finally gained the momentum she deserved.
There were too many risks, too many uncontained variables, and yet she absolutely hated the idea of Mizi leaving right now.
“No, it’s fine.” She lifted her head slightly to kiss her chin. “You can just pull out.”
“Really?” Mizi asked, seemingly unsure, and yet she was already reaching down with one hand to line herself up with Sua’s cunt. Her wide tip rested against her entrance, not yet pushing inside of her but promising to. The feeling made Sua’s thighs quiver, and her hands tightened around Mizi’s biceps. “Are you sure?”
She moaned softly, arching her back and canting her hips in invitation. “Yes, Mizi. Give it to me.”
“Fuck, okay. I will. I’ll give it to you, baby.”
Sua’s cunt pulsed at the pet name, and Mizi pressed forward at the same time. She only managed to sink a couple of inches inside before Sua felt a twinge of pain, pulling her hips back and stopping Mizi in her tracks. She was already struggling to take it. Her face scrunched up as she realized she might have overestimated her capabilities.
It had been too long since she did anything like this. She hadn’t dated or hooked up in years. Her dildo hadn’t seen the light of day in months, not since she started filming, and that toy wasn’t nearly as thick as Mizi was. She let go of Mizi’s arms, leaving behind red marks where her fingers had pressed too harshly. They would surely be purple in the morning, but Mizi didn’t show any sign of disliking it.
Sua reached above her for a pillow to hold onto instead. Mizi hovered over her, chewing on her bottom lip. Her arms, which were braced on either side of Sua, trembled slightly. A bead of sweat dripped down the side of her face. She looked as distressed as Sua felt.
Her voice was even strangled as she asked, “Does it hurt, unnie?”
“No.” She shook her head and pulled the pillow down to rest her head on it. “Just… give me a second. It’s been a while.”
Mizi looked relieved to know she wasn’t in pain, but she stayed tense as she waited for Sua to adjust. Her eyes squeezed shut. Seeing her like this, Sua couldn’t help but reach out and cup her cheek.
“Relax,” she muttered, rubbing her thumb along her cheek bone. “Take a deep breath.”
Mizi inhaled deeply then exhaled slowly. She repeated it a few times, the tension in her body loosening with each breath. Eventually, she was relaxed enough to nuzzle Sua’s hand, pressing a kiss against her palm. Gold eyes fluttered open and met her gaze.
“Good girl,” Sua said softly, smiling as Mizi hummed and nuzzled her hand again. “You looked like you could crack a nut with how hard you were clenching your jaw.”
That got a chuckle.
“I can’t help it. You feel really good.”
Mizi put a hand over hers, pulling it away from her cheek. She pressed their palms together and interlocked their fingers. Sua’s fingers twitched involuntarily. She had never held hands while being intimate with a partner before, but she didn’t dislike it. Especially not when Mizi smiled down at their entwined hands, squeezing them.
“Can I be honest, unnie?”
Sua squeezed her hand back, brows knitting together slightly. “Is something wrong?”
“No, no, it’s nothing like that!” Mizi rushed to clarify, but her smile faltered slightly as she confessed, “I’ve actually never done this before.”
Her brows furrowed tighter. “I thought you said…”
“We never… went all the way. I never even undressed in front of her. I wasn’t allowed to.” Mizi shrugged her shoulders flippantly. “She said it weirded her out. That it didn’t feel right.”
This new information settled over Sua heavily, pressing down on her chest like a boulder. Her heart broke for a younger Mizi who endured this, and it broke for the Mizi in front of her who still carried that pain. What saddened her the most was the smile on Mizi’s face. It didn’t reach her eyes. Her eyes were glazed over, and she looked past Sua, like she was stuck somewhere far away. Sua pulled their hands to her lips, twisting them so that she could kiss the back of Mizi’s hand. Under her lips, she felt Mizi arm jerk slightly.
“She’s the weird one,” she said, voice firm but gentle in the same way she spoke during interviews. Mizi stared at her wide-eyed. Sua smiled, looking her in the eyes as she said, “You feel right to me.”
The smile slowly disappeared, but gold eyes now gleamed.
“This is why I really like you, Sua-unnie.” Now it was her turn to be stunned. Mizi kissed the corner of her mouth and pinned their hands down. “I’m going to move now, okay?”
“Uh, okay?”
Sua was a bit bewildered by the change in subject, but she didn’t dwell on it. She couldn’t. Not when Mizi kissed her, and certainly not when Mizi slowly withdrew her hips. Her thick cock dragged pleasantly against Sua’s tight walls, drawing breathy moans out of her in between kisses. Her free hand clutched the pillow tightly as Mizi pushed back in, sinking about a third of her cock into her cunt before pulling back again.
The rhythm was a little clumsy at first, but Mizi had always been a quick learner. Soon enough, she found her rhythm. She went in and out of Sua at a steady pace, not too fast or too slow. It felt good, drawing a moan out of Sua with each thrust. It helped that Mizi was curved just right; her tip pressed against Sua’s front wall with every thrust. Her nerves were on fire, producing wet heat between her legs. The area underneath her quickly grew damp.
“Fuck, you feel so good…” Mizi gasped. Her lips now caressed Sua’s sensitive ear, and her cunt squeezed in response to the ticklish feeling. Mizi’s hips briefly stuttered before she fell back into a steady rhythm. “I’m gonna put more in, okay?”
God…
She forgot there was still more to take.
“Mm-mhm.”
Her back arched as Mizi pumped her hips, roughly sinking a few more inches inside of her. Her cunt strained to take it all in, but it didn’t hurt. Her body welcomed the intrusion with a gush of arousal. With another clumsy but eager thrust, even more of Mizi’s cock slipped into her sopping wet cunt. It caught her off guard. Sua let out a strangled moan. Her vision went fuzzy, and suddenly she was floating.
She was cumming. It didn’t even register until her ears started to ring, and her thighs started to quiver. She threw her head back against the pillow, eyes squeezing shut as her vision whitened. Mizi froze above her, and Sua whimpered.
“D-don’t stop.”
Mizi didn’t move. Sua whined and huffed. Her limbs felt leaden, but she mustered enough energy to rock her hips, fucking herself on Mizi’s cock as she tried to prolong her orgasm as much as possible. Mizi stiffened further as her cunt dragged tightly across her cock. Then she let out a guttural groan tinged with panic.
“Oh, shit.”
She let go of Sua’s hand hastily and planted her palms against the mattress, pushing herself up into a plank position. Mizi began to pull out, but Sua sobbed and shook her head. She couldn’t bear it if Mizi pulled out right now, not when she was sensitive and aching for more. She quickly slung a leg over the other woman’s waist, preventing her from moving away. Violet eyes cracked open. Her vision was blurry with unshed tears, but she was able to make out Mizi’s pinched expression.
“Don’t pull out,” she whimpered. “Keep going.”
“I’m sorry. I can’t,” Mizi gasped, sounding genuine but also panicked. “I’m going to cum if I don’t pull out!”
Sua stubbornly shook her head, wrapping her leg tighter around Mizi’s trembling waist. A few inches sank back inside of her, and Mizi’s cock gave a heady throb. Mizi groaned again and squeezed her eyes shut in resignation. Her hips unsteadily churned against Sua’s. A feeling of triumph washed over Sua, and she relaxed against the mattress with a breathy moan as Mizi began to fuck her again.
Or so she thought.
After a few uneven thrusts, Mizi wedged her hand against her thigh, roughly pushing it aside and holding it up. Sua barely had a moment to register what was happening before she pulled out, leaving her empty. Sua lifted her head and bucked her hips, trying to chase after her. It was useless. Mizi kept a firm grip on her thigh, preventing her from moving too much.
She cried out, “Mizi!”
“Sorry! I’m sorry.”
Mizi panted heavily as she reached down with her other hand, grabbing her dick. She formed a tight ring with her thumb and index finger at the base. Her cock twitched desperately a few times before it stilled. Precum beaded out from the tip and dribbled down the side like it was weeping. Sua sympathized. She, too, began to weep and tears slipped down her own cheeks.
“I’m sorry. Please don’t cry.” Mizi hastily let go of her leg to wipe her tears away. Guilt swam in her eyes as Sua turned away, sniffling slightly. Mizi didn’t let her wallow alone, leaning down to kiss her face. Sua didn’t move away this time, letting her coax her. She bit her lip as warm hands cupped her breasts, tentatively caressing them. “I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”
Sua pouted.
Logically, she knew why Mizi didn’t listen to her. Unlike her, Mizi couldn’t cum back to back. Mizi was ensuring that she lasted as long as possible, to make it pleasurable for the both of them. So Sua couldn’t hold a grudge over it. Not for too long anyway. She relented with a sigh and turned to peck Mizi on the lips, smiling as her lover brightened in response.
“You promised,” she murmured against her lips. “You better keep it.”
“Don’t worry, Sua-unnie.” Mizi nipped at her bottom lip. “I intend to.”
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Sua wordlessly complied as she was rolled onto her front. She tried to prop herself up onto her knees, but her legs shook; she would collapse as soon as Mizi entered her. A hand settled on her waist, steadying her with a firm grip. Then, in a move that surprised her, a pillow was stuffed underneath her hips. She settled on top of it, sighing as she relaxed into a prone position. She melted further as soft lips trailed down her spine.
“You know,” she said, voice slightly muffling as she pillowed her head in her arms, “I’m starting to believe that this isn’t your first time doing this.”
Mizi chuckled, “Does that mean I’m doing good?”
Sua turned her head slightly, just enough to look back at her. A small smile wormed its way onto her face at the self-assured, almost cocky expression on her junior’s face. The look vanished almost instantly when their gazes met, and Mizi ducked her head. She brushed some of her unruly pink curls back. Her smirk softened into something more bashful under violet eyes, and she glanced back up at Sua as if to gauge her reaction. Like this, her thoughts were telegraphed clearly, much like a dog.
Praise me, her eyes begged. Praise me!
“Something like that,” Sua muttered, turning away to bury her growing smile into arms.
Mizi huffed, almost whimpering at her non-answer, but the lack of praise did not dampen her spirit. A hand settled against the small of Sua’s back, and her nerves buzzed with anticipation. Her body ran hot with arousal, but goosebumps still broke out over her arms as Mizi pressed in close behind her, leaving just enough room for her to tease the fat head of her cock against her entrance. Sua moaned, low and breathy, and Mizi sighed happily.
“I’ve just thought about this a lot.”
“A-about what?”
“Fucking you.” As if to punctuate this, Mizi pushed inside of Sua, cutting off whatever retort she had and replacing it with a high-pitched whimper. Mizi groaned low as her cunt clamped around her tip. “I ah-always thought about being with you… thought about making you feel good.”
Her words left Sua speechless. Made her heart skip a beat. It was almost ridiculous. Here she was, presenting for the other woman, and yet she got butterflies in her stomach from her soft words. She didn’t know how to respond. She couldn’t find the words to.
Her silence was not a discouragement. Mizi took it in stride and rolled her hips. Her hard cock parted Sua’s cunt with a wet squelch. It sent a rush of burning pleasure through Sua. Slick ran down her inner thighs, and her clit throbbed to the same beat as her heart.
“I just—fuck, I want to make you feel so good…”
Mizi trailed off with a moan and thrust her hips, slow but steady. She pushed more of herself inside with each time, stretching her out slowly. Sua exhaled shakily and shut her eyes. Her jaw slackened as she was filled thoroughly once more. Mizi paused just before she bottomed out, draping herself over her back.
“So?” She husked. Sua shivered as her voice dropped low. The words seemed to caress her ear as Mizi begged for scraps. “Am I doing good, unnie?”
“Mhm.” She nodded against her arms, finally giving Mizi what she wanted. Her words slurred slightly as she spoke past the mind-numbing pleasure and the drool pooling in her mouth. “S’good, Mizi.”
She was rewarded with a smattering of kisses to her ear, temple, and neck. Then Mizi straightened, moving her hips. “I’m glad. I promised I’d make it up to you, after all.”
Sua pressed her face against the mattress, tightly clutching the sheets as she gently rocked back and forth on her knees with each thrust. Mizi’s pace was slow, but she made sure that she felt every inch of her. Sua was lucky that she was propped up. Her legs and hips shook with every stroke.
The spot underneath her chin was soaked with drool, but she couldn’t be bothered to move to a drier area. It would just get wet anyway. A hand ran up and down her spine; fingertips pressed against her sweat soaked back, reminiscent of a massage technique. Another hand splayed across her hip. The fingers on her hip flexed, then tightened bruisingly as Mizi slowly pushed all the way back into her.
“You feel good too, unnie. Taking my cock so well.” She grinded their hips as soon as she bottomed out. Sua’s eyes rolled back, and her mouth fell open. Her cunt beared down hard on the intrusion. Mizi inhaled sharply and groaned. “God, so deep.”
“Mmngh…”
Never in Sua’s life had she ever let out such an inelegant, unintelligible sound. But with Mizi, she found herself experiencing a lot of firsts. This woman was going to ruin her.
(As if she hadn’t already.)
The hand rubbing her back settled just between her shoulder blades, applying a light amount of pressure as Mizi pulled her hips back. Sua tightened her hold on the sheets, bunching them up and biting into it as she anticipated what was coming. Mizi thrust back into her hard. She jolted forward with the motion, and the entire bed swayed, causing the headboard to clack noisily against the wall. Sua cried out around the sheets in her mouth as Mizi repeated the motion, beginning to fuck her in earnest.
Their skin clapped wetly with each thrust.
Mizi wasn’t going particularly fast, but she went hard. If it wasn’t for her hand on Sua’s hip, the older woman would have scooted forward with every thrust. Sua considered herself lucky to avoid being crushed against the headboard. For now, she fought to keep herself grounded as Mizi’s cock rubbed against her front wall. Her toes curled uncontrollably each time, and her cunt tightened reflexably. Mizi grunted and muttered endlessly under her breath—Here, Sua-unnie? Do you like it here?—as she found the right angle.
While Mizi’s hips remained steadfast, her hands roamed. The hand on Sua’s hip dropped lower to dig into the meat of her thigh.
Sua shivered as the hand on her back slid up her neck and tangled in her hair, pulling at her roots gently. She mewled, louder than her makeshift gag could hide. The fingers in her hair tightened and tugged. It stung, but it also made her clit throb and her cunt flutter. Sua had no choice but to lift her head to relieve some of the strain. Her noises were unrestricted now. They cut through the white noise in her ears, sharp and hiccuping in time with Mizi’s thrusts. Her face flushed hotter with embarrassment, and tears flowed freely down her cheeks.
Mizi groaned, fingers tightening slightly in her hair. She received a moan in response. “You like getting your hair pulled, don’t you?”
Sua tried to respond, but all that came out was a strangled moan.
“I can feel you—God, you get so tight when I pull on it. Are you close, unnie? I need you to—ah f-fuck, need you to cum on my cock.”
Sua sobbed. Her breath hitched as the coil in her stomach wound tighter and tighter with each passing second. Her stomach went taut as her pleasure began to overwhelm her, but relief remained just out of reach. She panted harshly, feeling a little distressed. She reached back blindly with one hand, clawing at the one tightly clamped around her thigh.
“Mmm-Mizi,” she hissed through clenched teeth. “My clit.”
Mizi cursed softly. The hand on her thigh immediately let go and slipped between her legs. Sua’s back arched as fingers clumsily slid over her neglected clit. The touch was uncoordinated, a little too light, but it was enough. The pressure in her lower stomach released, practically bursting as pleasure flooded her hotly. She inhaled sharply, and a ringing filled her ears.
“Cum-,” she managed to squeak out, “-cumming!”
She gasped softly with each pulse of pleasure, rolling her hips back as she rode out her orgasm. Mizi’s own hips stuttered in rhythm as she tried to keep going. Her pace slowed as Sua’s cunt rippled tightly around her throbbing cock. She managed a few strokes before she pulled out hastily. The hand in Sua’s hair let go, and she collapsed against the mattress, inhaling deeply as she finally remembered to breathe properly.
Mizi’s cock, sticky and wet with their combined arousal, pressed against Sua’s backside, nestling between her cheeks. Sua bit her lip as the other woman moved with an almost animalistic fervor, whining and rutting against her as she chased her own release. It didn’t take long. Mizi grunted then moaned loudly as the first rope of cum shot out from her tip, dripping messily down the underside of her cock and onto Sua’s skin. Her hips twitched with every throb of release. The rest of her orgasm splattered across Sua’s back, going as far as her shoulder blade, creating a sticky mess.
Sua shuddered each time a line of cum landed on her back. Her clit throbbed sympathetically, and more slick dripped onto the sheets. Eventually, Mizi finished cumming with one final grunt.
Silence filled the room as they settled down, only punctured by their labored breathing. Sua slumped against the mattress, heart thudding in her chest and ears, exhaustion settling into her bones. Her eyelids dropped, but she didn’t fall asleep. Not yet. Mizi shuffled behind her, and she turned her head just enough to glance over her shoulder. The younger woman stared at her back, beet red.
“S-Sorry,” Mizi whimpered, her gaze wavering. “I made a mess on your back.”
Sua snorted, “I know. It’s fine.”
She didn’t mind, but Mizi’s face flushed brighter.
“I’ll, um, get a towel!”
Before Sua could say anything, Mizi hopped off the bed and ran to the bathroom. She moved so effortlessly with an abundance of energy. Sua was envious. She could barely lift a finger. She laid in a sweaty heap. Without Mizi keeping her company and distracting her, she became overly aware of just how sticky she was. Thankfully, Mizi returned quickly with a damp hand towel.
Sua remained silent as Mizi wiped her down, her movements slow and meticulous. She sighed, relaxing. Cleaner now, she felt more refreshed. But the silence persisted, and this time, it prickled her skin uncomfortably. She cracked an eye open to see Mizi standing at the edge of the bed hesitantly. Her hands wrung together. Sua nearly snorted at the sight. Mizi didn’t hesitate to blow her back out, but now she wavered? She mustered enough energy to pat the space beside her.
“Come here.”
Mizi lit up at the simple command.
She eagerly climbed back onto the mattress, lying down in a dry spot. Before Sua could move over herself, Mizi pulled her by the hips, tucking her beneath her chin. She nearly moaned; the casual display of strength was utterly charming. She hummed instead, relaxing into Mizi’s sides as her hands ran mindless patterns against her cooling skin. They were silent, merely basking in each other’s presence.
It felt… natural. Like this wasn’t the first time they laid together.
Sua was wont to usher her partner out for the night, preferring to sleep on her own. That was always the most comfortable (and always a source of contempt in her past relationships). Or perhaps it had been. Because now, in Mizi’s arms, she felt oddly complete. Like she belonged here, like Mizi belonged here.
Her heart beat steadily at the thought, strong and confident.
Mizi must have thought she had fallen asleep, because the top of her head received a kiss, and she whispered, “I like you so much.”
Sua sighed softly. “I like you too.”
The body underneath her cheek jolted slightly, stiffening as if Mizi was caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to.
“Really? Do you mean it?”
The joy in Mizi’s voice was palpable, but underneath it, there was a tinge of uncertainty. Sua nodded. Her body was heavy with exhaustion, but she mustered enough energy to lift her chin and peck the underside of her chin.
“I know I’ve been difficult—”
“That’s an understatement,” Mizi muttered, jesting lightly, and Sua resolutely ignored her.
“—but I was scared.”
It chilled her a little, being this vulnerable and honest, but she was also too tired to maintain any pretense of being above it all.
A hand came up to brush her bangs back, and her eyes fluttered shut at the gesture.
“Scared…? What are you scared of?”
“Hurting you.”
“You wouldn’t.”
Sua nearly scoffed, but then Mizi’s words truly sunk in. It stunned her. Mizi had spoken with a quickness that left little doubt toward her sincerity. Mizi was confident in her, more than Sua ever was in herself. Her eyes stung a little at the realization, and her voice was a little hushed when she finally spoke. “How do you know that?”
“I just do.” Mizi shrugged.
She was being so flippant about her heart, about her feelings. Was it out of ignorance, or was it because she was confident? Sua wondered how Mizi could trust her that much.
Crazy. Mizi must be crazy.
And Sua must be equally if not more insane because she found herself saying, “Let’s be together.”
“Together?”
Mizi shifted beneath her, practically buzzing with excitement. Her enthusiasm was quite infectious. Before Sua knew it, a smile had wormed its way on her face. She reached blindly for one of Mizi’s hands, and her smile grew when Mizi met her halfway. Their interwoven fingers fit tightly together.
“Together.” Sua pressed closer against her side, barely suppressing a yawn. Sleep called to her, and she couldn’t resist it for much longer. She muttered sleepily, “We can discuss more tomorrow.”
“Mm, okay, Sua-unnie.” Mizi’s smile was audible in her voice.
There was a shuffle of sheets, then a blanket encompassed their bodies. Sua’s chest felt warm, and she breathed deeply with contentment. Her senses grew fuzzy as sleep overtook her, and the last thing she felt were lips against her forehead.
“Goodnight,” Mizi whispered. “Trust me when I say this... I'm the happiest person in the world right now.”
extra.
Sua sat on the sidelines, taking full advantage of the break she was finally granted. The area buzzed with activity as crew members set up props for the next scene. Sua leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes. Her ears filtered everything out; the hustle and bustle on set served as white noise. Her back ached, and she wanted to slouch, but there were too many eyes around. As if summoned by the thought, someone approached her. She mourned her lost alone time as they settled down in the chair next to her.
“Long night?”
A familiar voice. She cracked her eyes open to be sure. Teal eyes and hair greeted her, and she sat up straighter, smiling slightly as Till slouched and sipped at his coffee. He had yet to go into hair and make up, so the bags underneath his eyes were obvious. Not even his glasses could obscure them.
“You could say that,” she replied, eyeing him curiously. “You?”
“Something like that.”
Till looked off into the distance as he grumbled, glaring over the rim of his thermos. Sua followed his gaze. There were a lot of people milling about, but she spotted the subject of his annoyance easily.
Ivan stood on the opposite side of the set, conversing with Luka and Mizi. The woman was exactly how Sua spotted Ivan so easily. Her gaze was naturally drawn to her. She watched silently as Mizi threw her head back with laughter and wiped away some tears. Even though Sua had no idea what was so funny, the smile on her face still grew.
But it did falter due to shock when Mizi met her gaze. As actors, they were keenly aware of having eyes on them, so it shouldn’t have been surprising that Mizi noticed her looking. Still, her cheeks warmed with a flush at being caught, and her heart skipped a beat.
Gold eyes widened, almost sparkling, and the smile on Mizi’s face bloomed. She waved at her, arm fully extended and flailing wildly in the air, drawing a few curious glances from her companions. The flush on Sua’s face grew warmer, but she smiled and waved back, gentler but no less warm. Her heart quickened as Mizi's smile softened into something more bashful.
Their little moment didn’t last for long. Soon, Mizi’s attention was drawn away as Ivan elbowed her and said something that had her face matching her hair. Sua felt vaguely disappointed. Beside her, Till snorted curiously.
“That’s new.”
Her smile didn’t falter, but some of its warmth left as she tilted her head toward him. “Something you want to say, Till?”
“Nope.” He sipped at his coffee, ducking his head to avoid her piercing gaze. “What you and Mizi do is none of my business.”
“Like what you and Ivan do is none of mine?”
Her quip came at the same time Till took his next sip. He choked and sputtered immediately. He coughed wildly and wiped at his mouth with his sleeve. A bright flush colored his cheeks. Sua laughed softly and took mercy on him, patting him on the back to help clear his airway.
“Truce?”
He nodded, sighing in defeat. “Truce.”