Hey girl Iโm not sure if youโre taking requests or not but Iโm feeling a lil toxic so Iโd like to request something in which the reader was stuck in a situationship with Mizu but ended it, much to Mizuโs (toxic ass) surprise but maybe Mizu does miss her and reach out and tells her she wants to give a relationship a chance? Can be nsfw if youโre comfortable with that. Should you accept this request thank you and yay ๐ฉท and if not then thatโs okay and I hope you have an amazing day ๐ซถ
๐๐๐๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฌโmodern mizu
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Thank you so much for requesting this! I love this idea so much, so much so that I truly hope I actually cooked.
Hope you enjoy! Mwa mwa :*
warning/s: not proofread, smut (mdni!), sub mizu, masturbation, oral, angst, she/her for mizu, implied afab reader
note/s: I'm not trying to antagonize the characters, by the way except for mikio fuck that bitch
"โ๐ป๐ ๐๐๐ฆ ๐ก๐ฉ๐ค๐๐๐ก ๐๐ข๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐โ ๐ฉ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ โ๐๐ข๐ก ๐ก๐ฉ๐ ๐ ๐๐ฆ ๐๐ ๐ ๐ข๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐ข๐ : ๐ค๐ ๐ค๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ก๐ฉ๐๐ก ๐ค๐๐ฆ: ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐๐๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ฆ๐ก๐ฉ๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ก ๐ฉ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ก ๐๐ข๐๐ ๐ก๐ฉ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ โ. ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ก๐ฉ๐๐ข๐๐ฉ๐ก ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ค ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ฉ๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ข๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ก๐ฉ๐๐๐๐ ."
Life was many things. It could be the sudden burst of energy you got after a single cup of coffee, the feeling of being approached by the stray cat you've always tried to pet, and maybe even the feeling of finally getting yourself a sweet little treat. It could be the feeling of finding something you actually like after feeling empty, numb, and directionless for most of your life, or maybe even the feeling finally resting from being useful for most of your life.
However, it isn't always the wonderful feeling of fulfillment. Sometimes, you spiral down into a empty void filled, desperately trying to claw yourself out. It gnaws at you, devours your hopelessness and spits you into the cruel world.
One moment, you can't feel your face. Another moment, god, you can't fucking feel your face.
But to you, like the hopeless fool you are, it was the woman standing inside the gymnasium, laughing at whatever herโerr...senior? Was this dude even a student? Whatever the fuck he wasโwas saying. You knew the look she was giving him, eyelashes fluttering and the small smile she gave when she was giving her full attention. Your life was interested in him. She was interested in him.
"It's fine. She's probably just having a friendly conversation," you muttered quietly to yourself, a desperate prayer to try and calm yourself down. She hasn't said anything yet anyway. Who were you to be jealous?
Sure, you kissed a few times, with and without tongue, but that didn't mean anything yet, right?
Okaaaaay. Maybe you went further than kissing, like y'know, holding hands and shit like that.
Speaking of her hands, you fucking love her hands.
How rough and calloused it was, how long it was. Every time she touched you, fluttering was an understatement to what the butterflies in your stomach were doing. You love her hands so much, you memorized every callous, every scar, every mole. The rough feel already engraved in your body's memory. How it felt in your hand, on your shoulder, on your cheeks, on your hips, in your pussy. You memorized it down to its length.
But that didn't mean anything, right?
Gathering the courage, you slowly approached her. Each step felt heavier than the last, the echo of your heartbeat ringing in your ears every time your feet made contact with the floor. The lump forming in your throat wouldn't go away no matter how many times you swallowed. Your mind was spinning, like the world was shrinking and it was just you...her and whoever the fuck this man was.
It wasn't like he was that great, right? I mean, come on, he looks old enough to be your dad or uncle or something. Surely, Mizu wouldn't like someone so geriatric-looking, right? And that look of interest she's giving, it's probably just because she doesn't want to seem uninterested. They're probably just having a friendly conversation about sword practice...right?
You weren't crazy. There was no way you were. Not over someone who wasn't yours. It wasn't your fault your heart skipped a beat when she was around. No, you weren't crazy.
You lost count of the amount of prayers you recited in your mind, praying to every deity for this to be some sort of sick joke.
Time slowed down as her hands made its way to the man's cheek. Her eyes were warm and loving, contrasting her cool blue irises. Contrasting the cold stare she gave when she looked at you.
'...whoever is out there..'
Her eyes making contact with yours for a brief moment, the cold stare returning before melting as her focus flickered back to his. Mizu tilted her head slightly, leaning closer to the man, lips slightly parted. Disgust ran through your throat, piling up like bile wanting to shoot up your esophagus, as he wrapped his arms around her. Fuck get away from her please. I beg you..
The moment their lips made contact, you stopped walking. Your world stopped spinning for a moment. An indescribable feeling of emptiness clawed its way inside you, settling there like a black hole. You just stood there, watching them as they pulled each other closer, hands on each other. The hands you love so much on someone else.
Was this still a friendly conversation?
"๐ป๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ค๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ก๐ฉ๐๐๐ ูซ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐ก๐ฉ ๐ก๐ฉ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐กูซ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ค๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ฉ๐ ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ก๐๐ ๐ค๐๐ก๐ฉ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ูซ ๐ ๐ ๐ก๐ฉ๐๐ก ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐ฉ๐ก ๐ก๐ฉ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ฉ๐๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ค๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ฉ๐๐กูซ ๐๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ก. ๐ผ๐ ๐ก๐ฉ๐๐ก ๐ค๐๐ฆูซ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ูซ ๐ก๐ฉ๐ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐๐ ๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ข๐๐ก๐๐ูซ ๐ค๐๐ก๐ฉ ๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ฉ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ . ๐๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐ก๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ค๐๐ก๐ฉ ๐ก๐ฉ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ก ๐ก๐ฉ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ูซ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ โ-๐ค๐๐ฅ ๐๐ก ๐ก๐ฉ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ูซ ๐๐๐ูซ ๐ค๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ฉ๐๐ูซ ๐ฉ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐ ๐๐ข๐๐ฃ๐ูซ ๐ ๐ ๐ก๐ฉ๐๐ก ๐ก๐ฉ๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐ก๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐โ๐ ๐ค๐๐๐๐ ."
Not long after, you found out that the man's name was Mikio. He was Mizu's senior, held back a year after getting in trouble with the department head. They both met thanks to her mother but coincidentally had been members of the same team.
She didn't like him at first. However, as days passed by, he slowly grew on her. Her heart started warming up to him, beating for him.
While yours was beating for her.
While you were still talking, kissing, fucking, they had been sharing affectionate glances at each other, genuine affection like ones you always wished for. They were probably acting all lovey-dovey while you remained there...hoping and oblivious. A gullible stupid piece of shit.
Did she feel the same butterflies as you did when he walked in the same room as her? Did she memorize his hands the same way you memorized hers? Could she read his expressions the same way you read her one-hundred-and-one glares?
The same one she was giving you right now.
You stood frozen in your spot, hand gripping your phone, her 'it wasn't that serious' message flashed on the screen. What the hell were you thinking? Coming here to confront her and all that. What did you think was going to happen? That she'll magically lose interest in him?
No, that wasn't going to happen.
Not when she was so head over heels for him.
Your eyes stared as the person of your affection stood at the other end of the hall. God she was still so beautifulโtall, well-built, and so fucking pretty. Even when her sharp eyes were glaring at you, she was still the prettiest person on this earth.
Her new lover couldn't even amount to how majestic she looked, and yet, he somehow beat you to her heart.
Resignation weighed down on you like the ten ton truck, running you over, going 120 miles per hour. Your throat tightened up as tears threatened to form at the corner of your eyes. The courage you had built up, thinking you would be able to at least talk to her, was now burned down.
Before she could even turn to face you, your feet were already carrying you down the hall. A coward, that's what you are. You could barely even face her, what made you think you could do this?
'Fuck. That was so embarrassing,' your bitter thoughts told you, hot tears dripping down from your eyes. You continued down the hall, looking for the emptiest comfort room available to sob like a pathetic fucking loser. A part of you still refused to believe that all of this was true, but another part of you could feel itself dying. The least you could do for yourself is to save face and move on.
Fuck. That was so embarrassing.
"๐ป๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ูซ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐ข๐ ูซ ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ก ๐ก๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ูซ ๐๐๐ูซ ๐๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ฉ๐๐ก ๐ฉ๐ ๐ค๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ฉ๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ฉ๐๐ก ๐ค๐๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ูซ ๐๐๐ข๐๐ฉ๐ก ๐๐๐ข๐๐ฉ๐๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐ก ๐ก๐ฉ๐ ๐๐๐ค๐ ๐ก๐ฉ๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐ค ๐๐ ๐ก๐ฉ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ง๐ูซ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ก๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ฉ๐ ๐ฆ๐๐๐๐๐ค ๐๐๐๐ โ-๐ค๐๐ฅ ๐ค๐๐ก๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ก๐ฉ๐ข๐๐ูซ ๐๐๐ูซ ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ฆูซ ๐ฉ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ฉ๐๐โ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐๐ข๐ ๐ค๐๐๐."
It had already been a few months since you've stopped talking with Mizu. Time had already passed and the intense longing for her soon dissipated into a dull ache residing in the corners of your heart. You were okay for the most part, except for the fantasies of you and her together coming back when you saw shades of blue resembling her eyes.
Though honestly, that happened a bit too often to let you forget about her.
The 'what if's in your mind had stopped running its course. Even your imagination had stopped visualizing you and her together. It was as if she was just a little side quest, the bizarre news you said you'd never forget but you never remembered enough of anyway, a fond memory if fond memories had teeth and could tear your insides out. A silly little laugh you'd tell whoever loved you enough in the future to stay with you, if anyone loved you long enough to stay with you.
Life was no longer the woman standing in front your door with her eyebrows knitted together, eyes narrowed at you, and lips parted slightly as warm puffs of air came out in a soft pant. You no longer cared for the way her clothes and hair clung to her, how she was soaked to the bone with water still dripping onto your cute little welcome mat, how her jaw tensed up from the cold. No. You were over her, you said to yourself.
Are you sure you were over her?
The ticking noises made by the clock was muffled slightly by the sound of the pouring rain outside your window. Rain drops pitter-pattered on the roof loudly, mimicking the pounding of your heart. There you laid on the sofa, eyes glued to the ceiling as the woman of your dreams laid on your chest, arms wrapped around you tightly as if she loved you.
Her beautiful blue eyes were closed shut as she savored the warmth of your body against hers, seemingly loving the way you wrapped your arms around her as if she was a porcelain doll, careful yet warm. Her ear pressed against the left side of your chest, listening to your heartbeat like a lullaby exclusively for her.
You don't really understand how it happened. The universe just really had some odd and cruel ways of giving you heaven. Such as seeing Mizu soaked to the bone in front of your doorsteps, giving you a heart too weak to send her off, compassion too big to leave her shivering in her wet clothes, and a love too great to move on.
After taking a warm shower and changing her clothes, she remained silent, expression solemn as she ordered you to lay on the sofa which brings you to your current situation.
"Care to explain now?" you said, voice dripping with concern despite how nonchalant you tried to sound. A grunt reverberated from her throat before she shifted on her spot. Sighing, you wrapped your arms around her tighter, hand moving to the back of her head to stroke her damp hair.
A long moment of silence later, she finally spoke, heaviness unmatched. "They sabotaged my match." Your arms tightened their hold on her in surprise, blood running cold.
You knew how important her tournaments were for her. Sword fighting was Mizu's life, something that made her feel alive. It meant more than anyone or anything in this world to her. She spent years upon years training endlessly. Anyone who would get in the way was asking for hell. "Sabotage? Who in their right mindโ?"
"Who else?" she answered, voice heavy and snapping with hatred. Thoughts raced through your mind, listing down every possible suspect, from her known enemies to her friends, thinking of who could have been so cruel to her. A name popped in your mind, but..it couldn't be? Right?
You bit the inside of your cheek, giving the soft flesh a slight nibble before stating your guess. "Was it...Mikio?" you asked hesitantly.
Your guess was confirmed to be true upon feeling her body tense up at the mention of the man's name. Rage seething out from her system, so thick you could almost physically feel it. "What? But he loves yโ"
"โThat's what I thought too," she cut you off, hand moving to grip the side of your shirt. Her heart beating so loudly in her chest it was practically pounding. "That...that bastard bribed the judges," she muttered through gritted teeth. "Him and my own mother."
The little demon in your conscience was hollering, shouting that she totally deserved it for ditching you after stealing your heart. A part of you wanted to rub salt against her wounds, make her feel the heartbreak you felt. However, the small crack in her voice had somehow pierced its way in and made your heartache. The genuine pain coating it haunted you. It made you want to rip your heart out and offer it to her, tell her to use it to mend the rips in hers.
"That's...I'm so sorry," you sighed out, hand moving to her cheek, stroking it like she was the most fragile thing on the planet. Only the sound of her breathing could be heard before the sound of her ragged sniffling hit your ears. Warm tears soaked through your shirt as she cried silently, hiding her face on your chest. Each sniffle weighing your heart down. It tore you apart to see her like this.
Minutes felt like hours, each tic of the clock in tempo with the gradually increasing heaviness you felt in your chest. After what felt like forever, her sniffles died down to slow and deep breaths before she finally looked up at you and spoke, "You won't...go anywhere, right?"
You could only smile at the question and nod, hand on her head pausing their movements. Her blue orbs stared at you, blinking slowly as she took your answer in. "You're really stupid, you know that?" she breathed out, closing her eyes. "Are you sure you won't go anywhere?" her voice could be heard, doubt making your heart ache.
"As sure as your heartbeat on top of mine." Don't doubt my love for you.
"๐ป๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ข๐๐ก๐๐ ๐ก๐ฉ๐ ๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐ูซ ๐ ๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ โ๐ฟ๐๐ก ๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ขูซ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐ข๐ ูซ ๐ก๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ฉ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐ฆูซ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ก๐ฉ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ข๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐๐ฉ๐ ๐๐๐ค๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข๐ ๐ค๐๐๐๐ ูซ ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐๐ฆ ๐ก๐๐ ๐๐๐คูซ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉูซ ๐ก๐ฉ๐ ๐ ๐ข๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ก๐ฉ๐๐. ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ค๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ฉ๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ก๐๐๐๐๐ ."
For a moment in your life, you thought everything was going well. She was finally spending time with you again. Though it could be your imagination, her actions seemed more affectionate than usual. The way she squeezed your hand a tad tighter, her eyes lingered on you when she smiled, and her 'goodnight's and 'have you eaten's felt a lot more caring.
It finally felt like you had a chance now.
During her club activities, she had met a few more friends. You were relieved for her, happy that she wouldn't be lonely and that she'd have people to spend time with. Sometimes, you'd even join them when they ate or watched them when they trained.
Along with you was a girl named Akemi, who would sit and watch them as well. If pretty was a person, she'd look just like her. Akemi grew up in a rich and well off family. She was polite, graceful, well-spoken, and intelligent. A dream girl.
And you weren't the only person who noticed it too. As time passed by, you watched as Mizu was once again swept off her feet away from you. She was captivated beyond imagination.
At first, you were fine with it. What wasn't there to love about Akemi? Even you couldn't help but enjoy her company. What seemed like platonic hangouts and accidental glances during training were the moments the woman you love was falling in love with someone else, all happening in front of you.
You felt so stupid not realizing it earlier. The way she went to her instead of you after training, staying late after lectures just to hangout with her, and the enchantment in her eyes when she looked her way.
It was only when she admitted it to you, on a sunny day in a small quiet cafe did you finally understand. "I like her," she told you in a soft voice, filled with happiness and affection, squeezing your heart in a way that you couldn't even describe. Her eyes, usually so cold and emotionless, were shining with every thought of her. "She's...so beautiful. I can't help it."
The once healed stitches in your heart tore open once again, bleeding out at her words. You wished you could rip it out of your chest and step on it as she stepped on yours. Weight settled in your lungs, throat tightening, and head dizzying.
How much more of this did you have to endure?
"Hey..." Your hand reached out, wanting to hold hers before hesitating and placing it on her shoulder instead. The lump in your throat becoming more and more difficult to swallow with every second that passed by.
You wanted to scream at her, to tell her that you were here first, to tell her that you loved her more than she could ever like anyone else, to ask her why couldn't she just fall in love with you instead after all the times you shared together.
But you couldn't. She was so happy.
If Mizu was water, Akemi was the moon. Even if you were the sun, burning brightly to see yourself in her, she'd reach and crash tirelessly just to reach her moon.
Her heart was big, you knew it. Her heart would fall in love again, but it fell in love with everyone. Everyone except you.
You exhaled softly, steadying your breath before smiling warmly at her. "I'm glad you're choosing someone attractive this time," you joked at her, laughing at how she narrowed her eyes and rolled at you. The slight smile on her face tearing at you. "Oh shut up," she groaned, laughing a bit with you.
"But I'm really happy for you this time," you whispered, finger curling around the handle of your mug, lifting it to take a nice long sip. The circumference of the mug hiding your face from her as you lifted it a bit higher, keeping it between your lips for a moment, pausing the sips just to breathe a bit and keep yourself together.
"Tell me if you need help" you told her reassuringly once you had placed the mug down on the coaster once again. "I'll always be here for you, okay?" Collecting dust and waiting for you.
"๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ก๐ ๐ก๐ฉ๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ข๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ก๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ฉ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ก ๐ค๐๐ฅ ๐ก๐ฉ๐๐ก ๐ฉ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ฉ๐ ๐ค๐๐๐๐ : ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ฉ๐ ๐ค๐๐ฅ ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐: ๐ฉ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐ก๐ฉ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ูซ ๐๐ข๐ก ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐๐ ูซ ๐๐๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ฉ๐ ๐๐๐."
-๐พ๐๐๐ ๐ฑ๐ ๐
๐ธ๐ธ๐ธ:๐ท๐พ๐น-๐ธ๐น๐ป
With the number of times you've seen her adoring stares and the amount of aches you endured, time finally passed. Your heart was separate from the world, and in here, the seasons have passed and flowers have bloomed and wilted several times. The music finally stopped. Your soul has collected dust. The immense pain finally turned into a dull acheโa numb sensation.
Time really did heal all wounds, but maybe this was all the healing you could do. Indifference to the love she gave her.
What seemed like another ring of hell to others was the quiet calm you always wished to feel. The serenity of not wanting to rip your own throat out whenever you saw them together. The ability to dissociate from your person when her name came out of Akemi's mouth. The apathy to allow you to be happy.
Day after day. Week after week. Month after month.
You could finally live without her as your life. The gears in your heart finally stopped.
Now all you saw in her was a friend. Even as she stood in front of you, forlorn smile on her face. Love finally turned to loved. Like a broken television, only static could be heard in your once restless mind.
"Can I come in?" she asked, lifting a plastic bag she held in her hands. A hand on your hip, you looked at her, skeptical of what was inside. She opened the plastic to show you the content, beer and a bottle of gin. "Why do you come to me whenever you have problems?" you sighed at her, opening the door further anyways.
She chuckled and walked in, removing her shoes. "I couldn't think of anyone else," she answered, bitter smile on her face. With a small huff, you took the plastic bag from her and readied the alcohol on the coffee table. "Fine, I'll order some chicken."
A couple of drinks turned into a whole mess. At first you thought she was just here to unwind, eat chicken paired with some beer, and tell you her problems. However, as the cans piled up and the shots lost their taste, you soon found Mizu kneeling in front of you, cheeks flushed as she pressed her lips along the softness of your legs. Her eyes desperate, burning with affection for you. The same affection that you had yearned for, now meaningless to you.
"Fuck...I need you," she whispered, voice low and heavy as her kisses traveled up your leg, sending shivers down your spine. Your hands placed themselves at the back of her head, fingers entangling themselves within the locks of her hair. "Mizu," you breathed out, head leaning against the cushions. "What about Akemi?"
Her movement paused for a moment, eyes turning into a slight glare before she grunted and placed her lips back on your skin. "She has a boyfriend now," she muttered against your skin, teeth nipping at it lightly. "Some rich man her father arranged her marriage with."
The rough hands you used to hold with much endearment pushed against your thighs, lifting herself up and leaning closer. "Besides, I realized something..." The sofa squeaked under both your weights as she continued to lean closer. Blue hypnotizing you as your eyes met. Her pupils dilated, looking up at you in an almost pleasing manner. With the gin working its magic, she lost most control over her inhibitions, and in a breath said...
Your eyes, despite the wooziness from the alcohol, widened at her whispered confession. Throat shutting close, making it difficult for you to breath. All you could manage was to narrow your eyes at her and stare.
You couldn't believe it. It felt like some weird illusion to you. It was like none of this was real. The words you've dreamt of hearing were now directed towards you, finally towards you and yet, it felt like a sick joke.
At your silence, she leaned closer until your foreheads were touching. Her gaze soft, affectionate, and pleading. Slowly, her warm lips captured yours in a hungry and passionate kiss. Her hands cupping your cheeks tenderly, pulling you closer.
You used to imagine yourself in this situation, thoughts drifting to dreamland in the middle of the day, hopelessly praying for it to come true. Your thoughts would run wild like a lovestruck teenager, heart going a thousand miles per hour. But now that you were living what you once dreamed of, all you felt was numb.
Fuck the universe, you thought, putting a hand on her nape to pull her in as you kissed back with mirrored passion. Lips parting slightly to let your tongues dance together in a heated match. Small groans and ragged breaths echoing through the walls of your apartment as your tongues caressed each other's languidly.
One hand traveled under your shirt, touch roaming the warmth and expanse of your skin, savoring how soft you felt. Each finger pressing softly, feeling each rib until her rough palm landed on your breast. She smiles ever so slightly as you moan into the kiss, returning it with a groan of her own upon squeezing and feeling how soft the mound of flesh was in her hand.
Her other hand hurriedly undid the knot on the drawstring of your shorts, pulling the clothing down your thighs, leaving you in your t-shirt and panties. You could feel her gliding her hand across your thighs, giving it a little squeeze, heat further rushing through her system at how soft you felt. Traveling up, her hand reached the thin fabric of your underwear, feeling how wet you were becoming.
A thin line of saliva connected your lips together as both of you pulled away, the burning feeling from the lack of oxygen frustratingly getting in the way. Mizu panted audibly, her cheeks to the tip of her ears flushed from the alcohol running in her blood and the amount of desire she had for you.
You watched as she readjusted her position, moving until she was face-to-face with your clothed sex. "I...I love you," she repeated, still panting. Suddenly, she pressed her nose against your panties, causing both of you to groan softly, her senses going overdrive at the feel and smell of sex. "Fuck. I can feel you throbbing."
Her own hands hurriedly unbuttoning her pants, pulling it down while she pressed her nose against your panties, rubbing against your clit. Your soft mewls sounded so cute to her. You were an angel. You always have been to her. Wanting to hear more, she pressed her lips against the damp spot on your underwear, feeling how slippery it was underneath. The smell becoming more intense and addicting like a drug meant for her.
Unable to resist, she kicked her pants off, one hand traveling to her own panties. But before she could even press a finger against the wetness seeping through her underwear, the soft plush of your thighs squeezed each side of her face, trapping her head between them. Your foot nudged her hand away, depriving her of the chance to pleasure herself, causing her to look up.
"Who said you could touch yourself?" you asked her, looking down at her with a dark stare. She narrowed her drunken eyes at you in confusion and disbelief. Stubbornly, she tried to touch herself again, only for your foot to nudge her hand away even harsher. The loss of control dawned on her, sending shivers down her spine. "Touching yourself when you haven't even pleased me. I thought you love me?"
Mizu opened her mouth to answer back, but the overwhelming need to please you swept the words from her mouth. Swallowing thickly, hands once again moving to your underwear. Opening your legs slightly, you allowed her to pull the flimsy piece of fabric down, exposing yourself to her. It wasn't the first time she's seen your cunt, but this time it felt different.
Different to her at least.
She looked up at you only to be met with your impatient stare, making her shrink in her place. Maybe it was just her, but this time you felt...cold. An inexplainable shake choking her throat, hoping that it was only the alcohol; but undeniably and embarrassingly, it was turning her on. Slowly, she spread your folds with the index finger and thumb of her left hand, tongue darting out to give you a slow lick.
"That's it..." you moaned at her, spreading one thigh outward to give her better access. A groan left her lips as your fingers entangled themselves within her locks. You moved your foot, running it across her panties, eliciting a whimper from her lips. With the small reward, Mizu began eagerly moving her tongue across your folds. Her own moans matching yours as you moved your foot in rhythm with her tongue.
Just as she was about to move up to your clit, you stopped her again, hand pulling on her hair. "Show me," you breathed out, panting softly. Mizu looked confused until she felt your foot tug on the elastic of her underwear. Obediently, she pulled her own panties down and slowly started touching herself, moaning loudly as she encircled her clit with her fingers.
It was embarrassing, beyond embarrassing, to be in such a lewd and vulnerable position. But god, she was so wet.
You pushed her head close to your pussy, her tongue immediately darting out and licked at your clit, one hand spreading your folds while the other pleased herself. Your moans mixed together like a chorus of pleasure. Her fingers slowly pushed themselves into the warmth of her cunt, causing her moans to grow louder.
More and more, the world around her started getting hazy as she got drunk from the taste of your pussy. The intensity of her desire making her mind swirl and her heart swell. She looked up, admiring your appearance, eyes half-lidded and glossed over, cheeks flushed, lips slightly swollen.
It could be the alcohol, but were you always this pretty when she ate you out?
"I...I..love you," she moaned out, movements growing more desperate and erratic as she moved her fingers faster. Mizu could feel her own climax coming close, her breath growing more ragged with every thrust. "...need you so fucking bad.."
Her tongue moving hungrily, wanting to taste you more, as if you were the best thing she's ever had. Like a starved sinner, you were the touch of cold water on the tip of her tongue.
You could feel your orgasm drawing closer, waves of pleasure causing the coil of your climax to tighten. "A-ah..Mizu...'m gonna fucking cum," you moaned, fingers tightening their grip around her hair. Her tongue picked up its pace, desperately wanting to drive you to the edge. There was no helping herself. She was too drunk on you.
With a bitten back moan, orgasm washed over you, body twitching, pussy throbbing against her tongue. The wet appendage made its way inside your entrance, thrusting itself in and out, letting you ride down the euphoria of your orgasm on her. Her own orgasm taking over her, making her moan loudly against your cunt. Wet squelching sounds could be heard as she continued to fuck herself on her fingers, drawing out every ounce of pleasure from her high.
Pulling her tongue and finger out, she collapsed against your thigh exhaustedly, the leftover drunkenness from the gin and beer still making her woozy. She wrapped her arms around your hips as your body relaxed as well, snuggling against you subtly.
"I love you. I was a fool not realizing it before," she mumbled against your skin, the sound of genuine guilt and affection mixing into her regularly gruff voice. "Please. Just...give me a chance," her voice croaked out. The few octaves raised would have tugged at your heartstrings before, but genuinely, you felt nothing now.
Your hands gently combed through her hair, looking at her with what she could only hope to be affection, before sighing. A smile tugged up your lips, making her breath hitch. Slowly and with fond gentleness, your hands traced the features of her face, moving to run your thumb across her bottom lip.
"I love you too," you said affectionately, words lacking meaning.
The lie brought a smile to her face, her still-wet hand holding on to yours. Hope and love running through her oblivious self.
There was no more Mikio, Akemi, or whoever else had captured her heart. Only you.
They were the moon, the object of the sea's affection. You longed so long to be like them.
and Mizu was just Icarus.
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