⊹ WHAT KIND OF SUB IS ⊹ MIZUKI ⎯ KAMISAMA KISS
cw: sub! mizuki, dom reader, masochism, emotional dependency, praise kink; jealousy, hair-pulling, crying kink, possessiveness, vulnerable behavior, power dynamics. a/n: i was watching kamisama kiss and couldn't pass up the opportunity to write about the adorable mizuki <33
mizuki is the kind of sub who doesn’t just crave affection he craves intensity, the kind of sensation that lets him feel anchored to someone after a lifetime of loneliness; his masochism isn’t dark or cruel, but emotional, almost tender, because for him a little pain is another form of closeness, another proof that your attention is firmly on him, that you’re touching him with intention instead of pity.
whenever you correct him with real firmness when you pull his hair, grip his jaw, press your fingers into his hips, or leave faint marks along his skin he shivers, not just with arousal but with pure validation; his body reacts too quickly, too easily, trembling under your hands like something delicate that gets stronger the harder you hold it, and every controlled sting makes his breath stutter.
his masochistic streak is tied tightly to his jealousy and his hunger for affection; when he feels ignored or overshadowed by someone else, he becomes even more responsive to pain, almost eager for it, as if earning your attention through sensation; a bite, a slap, a harsh squeeze to his thigh each one draws out a soft, broken sound from him, his eyes shining as if begging you to keep looking only at him.
mizuki is noisy in the most innocent way: he gasps, whines, whimpers, and lets out choked little cries that he absolutely cannot hide; every sharp touch pulls a sound out of him, and each noise reveals exactly how much he feels, how exposed he is, how easily he unravels under the smallest controlled hurt; his voice goes high, breathy, trembling, almost childlike in its sincerity.
he responds better to physical guidance than verbal orders; if you take his wrists and place them where you want them, his whole body relaxes into the pose; if you push him gently to his knees, he melts instantly; hair-pulling makes his spine arch, a hand around his throat makes his eyes flutter shut, and firm hands on his hips make him obey without a single question his body listens even faster than his mind.
he is deeply emotional, a sub who can cry easily when sensation overwhelms him; the tears aren’t from pain, but from the shock of being wanted, the sweetness of your attention, the overwhelming pleasure of finally being seen; his face crumples, his lips tremble, he tries to hide behind his hands or your shoulder, but he never pulls away; he cries into your touch, not away from it.
his confidence depends heavily on continuous affection; harshness without tenderness wounds him fast, making him shut down, doubt himself, or shrink back; but when you mix pain with warmth when your bite is followed by a kiss, when your slap is followed by praise mizuki becomes beautifully obedient, the kind of soft, trembling devotion that molds perfectly to your hands.
he is naturally obedient even outside of anything sexual, which makes his submission feel instinctive; when you give an instruction, he bows his head slightly, blushes, lowers his gaze, and follows you with a kind of quiet eagerness, as if your guidance is the only thing keeping him grounded; a gentle “come here” can undo him completely.
his whole body is expressive; he touches you constantly, clinging to sleeves, kimonos, hands, or arms; his head rests on your lap or shoulder whenever you allow it; during submission he grows even more tactile, needing the reassurance of your skin, your warmth, your presence contact stabilizes him, keeps him from spiraling into insecurity.
ignoring him is far more painful than any slap or bite; if you turn away from him when he’s sensitive, he wilts quiet, sad, casting long, longing glances your way, staying close but not daring to interrupt; to win back your attention, he becomes dramatically obedient, kneeling at your feet, offering his throat, lowering his eyes, showing you through action how desperately he wants you to look at him again.
his innocence blends strangely with his desire for pain; mizuki asks for things he doesn’t fully understand with a voice too sweet to handle, tilting his head in confusion when something hurts and then gasping when the pleasure rushes in after; he discovers his masochism through you, realizing how much he likes pain only when your hands are the ones giving it, trusting you in a way he wouldn’t dare trust anyone else.
in the end, mizuki is a sub who feels too much, wants too deeply, and gives himself away too easily not because he’s weak, but because his heart was built for affection, for loyalty, for emotional surrender; his masochism amplifies that devotion, turning every sting and every whimper into proof of how fully he belongs to you, how thoroughly he wants to be held, guided, hurt just enough to feel alive under your hands.