we, yes WE, want more mizuki content. esp nsfw mizuki content. thank you in advance 🩷
ᥫ᭡ changed my mind
ᯓ★ synopsis mizuki loves making your life harder. especially when he leaves you on the brink just to answer the door. ❀ tags dom mizuki. gn but reader’s on the recieving end (fingering). girl is used but its only cause someone assumed ur gender. condescending mizuki (not rlly degradation its okay guys). bit of jealous n possessive mizuki divider by saradika-graphics !
“holy shit, don’t stop—“ you barely whimper it out before mizuki retracts his fingers. you could already feel his smirk from behind your shoulder.
you let out a sound between a sob and a growl. he’s been edging you for the past hour and all you wanted to do was feel relief after a long day.
“what is wrong with you?” turning your head, you snarl at his smug expression, feeling even more irritated.
mizuki clicks his tongue, “you know that attitude won’t get you anywhere.” he shakes his head in mock disappointment.
“come on, just— please?” you give in, giving him a pleading face. projecting the neediest and whiney tone, you look up at him. “babe.”
it seems to work a bit, given by the way his eyes soften just a little before he gives your lips a soft peck.
“you want these?” he flexes his hand, slender fingers moving the stickiness around and in between his middle and pointer, almost as if he’s fascinated. “yeah?”
giving him a soft kiss, you nod eagerly, “yes, yes, please give it to me.” you whisper nicely, hoping to sway him even further into giving you what you want.
“so polite.” he snickers, adjusting your position between his thighs, settling you into his chest before he hooks his chin over your shoulder. “my sweet little… whore?” he questions mockingly, like he was testing out a new petname.
“are you? are you my sweet whore, babe?” mizuki goads, kissing the side of your face while you both watch in a trance as his fingers sink back into you. “yeah, you are.”
he snickers quietly at the gasp you let out, curling your hands into the sheets beside his legs.
“my whore.” he kisses your cheek again, spoken with revelation. “my beautiful little slut.” you feel his fingers curl into you after every word, making you lean your head back into his body.
“i love you so much,” he almost moans into your ear. the way he’s almost getting off to the way you’re feeling good lights up a fire in your chest. “cum on my fingers, babe.”
you let out a broken breath, moaning into the air. he’s hitting your spot just right, and you feel yourself almost coming apart.
but right before you could call out to him though, your doorbell rings across the apartment and into the bedroom.
mizuki sighs in slight irritation, fingers suddenly stopping, making you let out a small sob. you were so close.
“wait here, i’ll be quick.”
he moves to get off the bed when you grasp his hand, eyes wet with unshed tears. “i was— i was so… don’t go. please.”
mizuki chuckles softly at your desperation. “it’s the food we ordered. you’d regret it if i didn’t get it.”
you shake your head, not giving any less of a fuck if it was from your favorite restaurant or not. you could only watch him leave the bedroom door open pathetically as he saunters outside in only his shorts.
mizuki ignores the way the delivery guy is taken aback by his appearance, clearly smelling of sex and looking like it too, with his ruffled hair and sweat sheened arms. the only thing he can think of is you, and how you’re probably writhing in restlessness back in the bed.
“got a girl back there?” the dude jokes, feeling awkward while mizuki goes through his pouch for the money.
he probably doesn’t mean anything by it, just a light joke, mizuki thinks. but he can’t help the irrational feeling of wanting to hide you away, to keep you a secret.
what if you order while he’s out one night and it’s this guy again? would he be able to recognize your smell? or remember your apartment number? he can’t help but think.
mizuki doesn’t answer, mood souring at the stranger’s inquiry. he quickly closes the door the moment he grasps the paper bag, leaving the guy with his change. he places it on the counter in a bit of a rush before returning to you.
meanwhile in the bedroom, you could hear them talk, but you’re far too muddled-brain to care. all you could think about was your boyfriend and your small growing grudge at him for denying you.
mizuki plops on the bed as soon as he’s back, “miss me?” he gets an unimpressed glare from you in return. “okay, okay. sorry.” he chuckles.
“i’m getting some of your food.” you grumble while he settles you onto his lap. “takin’… all your meat. and rice.”
he’s unfazed, “no problem.”
mizuki licks his lips before caressing your thighs, peppering kisses on to your chest. he slowly eases his fingers into you, they’re a bit wet since he washed his hands after grabbing the food. he may be freaky, but he’s not unhygienic.
“there you go.” he coos, watching you sigh at the feeling of being full. “this hole missed me? did it?”
“s-shut up.” you groan, still frustrated and annoyed at him.
mizuki kisses the scowl on your face, its wet and messy, just like the way he’s pumping his fingers into you. “calm down, i’m here now.” he placates, forehead resting on to yours.
you yelp when he curles them into the right spot again, hands coming up to grip onto the short black hair connecting to his neck. he groans in response.
“i’ve been so mean to you, haven’t i?” you nod at him, eyebrows furrowed.
mizuki frowns mockingly, “i have? aww… my poor baby.” with his free hand, he sneaks it under your shirt and tweaks a nipple, making you arch into his chest.
“i’ll make it up to you, precious.” he bites your cheek softly, feeling a bit aggressive. he can’t help it if you were being so cute.
“i left you so depraved… only fair if i made you cum—“
you moan into his shoulder, hiding your face when you felt shudders throughout your body.
“oh, already?” mizuki questions, fingers digging into you unrelentlessly. he doesn’t stop pumping it in and out. “you deserve more, babe.”
you shake your head, sobbing while clawing at his back, body feeling overwhelmed. the pain and pleasure was blinding as he places a hand behind you back, rubbing it in comfort.
“i’m not done. you can handle it, right?”
mizuki maneuvers you both on the bed, holding you steady while he fiddles through the drawer next to your bed. he takes out your bullet vibrator and kisses your temple softly, amusement in his eyes when he sees the look of surprise and horror on your face.
“you can take my portion. i’ll even feed it to you. just give me a bit more, okay?”
