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UN Village — roommate!mizu x f!reader

synopsis: a glimpse into the life after being 'just' roommates.

content: 18+, nsfw, gay ass sex, gay ass losers, gay gay gay, short domestic glimpses of your life with mizu as your gf slash roommate slash best friend and your cat named nora. can be read as a one shot, you and mizu call each other bon/bonnie as an endearment, she/her pronouns for both reader and mizu.

author's note: this is a compilation of the requests I received from my inbox! namely the ones requesting hcs plus nsfw parts. (to that one anon with a specific request for the nsfw part, know that ill be going along with some of your ideas! will be tweaking it a bit <3) i also have a hc that mizu is well off ... both bc of her father's hard work and that she also has a stable job despite still being in university. anys, enjoy!

parts: blurred lines, mizu as your roommate

Life as a couple wasn't all that different—a realization you've reached after observing your first few months with Mizu together. Aside from the access to overly exaggerated kisses and must-have energy-charging hugs, things were the same as they were before.

Grocery shopping on Saturdays is still a rotational thing, you cook, she cleans—sometimes when both of you feel a little too lazy to cook dinner, take-outs from that diner near 2nd Street are a must. She walks you to class, drives you to wherever you want, and you buy her her favorite tea as a reward for working hard.

If anything, your domestic rituals have been quite rewarding whenever you've come to the realization that yes, Mizu is yours and that you don't have to deal with all the angsty shit that came with having that realization. Everything was a breeze.

Speaking of working hard, Mizu had been quite busy as of late. Always unintentionally locking herself up in her room or getting home late some days. You knew her schedule well enough that this wasn't a result of her academics but of her work. You never knew how Mizu could balance her work and academic life so well but you suppose that's part of what makes her so ... Mizu.

You could see the exhaustion from the way she touches her temple more often or the bouncing of her knee whenever you two plan on working on requirements at the library (the librarian had been lenient with her judgment after the two of you gave her 'sorry' cookies the other day, it was quite funny). You knew that Mizu was getting overwhelmed with whatever she was dealing with at work.

So, as the loving girlfriend that you are, you wanted to give her a time to rest and motivation to overcome whatever block that's hindering her creativity and process in completing her work.

You make careful footsteps towards her room—shushing Nora who mews softly at your feet. You balance the tray to one arm as the other gently reaches to twist the doorknob. The hinges on the wooden door squeak as you push it open, revealing your girlfriend hunched over her desktop. Her room is as simple as it can be, white walls adorned with a few of her framed pictures—some were posters of her favorite bands and films while the others were collages of her favorite moments, captured by a camera she had bought on her first paycheck. You see the infamous cactus you gifted her on her birthday perched on top of her shelves alongside a few books and comics that she collected over the years. The minimalistic feel of her room does bring a calming effect whenever you enter her space (which is why more often than not, sleepovers are in her room than yours). Your attempts to not disturb her work continue due to the noise-canceling headphones pulled over her head. You see Mizu pinch the bridge of her nose, her glasses nudged up before she adjusts them back on her face. Your eyes soften at the view.

Gently placing the tray on her dresser, you make careful steps towards her hunched figure before moving to wrap your arms around her shoulders. She tenses for a moment but at the whiff of your familiar scent, she immediately melts in your touch. You pull away slightly as she pulls her headphones off, placing it on the table before going back to your previous position.

"Hey," You softly murmur, cheek pressed to her temple. She hums at your voice, eyes still trained on her tablet perched on a stand. "How are you doing?"

Mizu twirls her digital pen in her hand—the stiff length of her pen gliding smoothly along her fingers. She nudges your head to acknowledge your presence. "Fine," She says.

You knew Mizu tends to downplay her feelings a lot. It was a common problem you both encountered throughout both your friendship and relationship. She tends to be more service-giving and prioritizes your welfare over her own. While you truly appreciate her attentiveness to your well-being, it does bring concern whenever she says things that don't really resonate with how she looks and feels. You've since learned to grow atoned to her body language—knowing at a glance at her mannerisms and communicating more definitely helps a lot in the long run.

You place a kiss on her temple, hugging her tight as she focuses back on her task. You decide not to push too much on it. "Did you get assigned new work?"

Mizu hums, nodding slightly as she makes quick notes on her tablet. "Yeah. They needed a lot of manpower on this one."

Your arms move back to grab her shoulders, thumbs making circular motions on the area available to you. Mizu sighs at the feeling. "So it's a big project, huh?"

Mizu nods once more before pausing. There's a slight reprieve as you continue to ease the tense muscles on her shoulders. She then turns slightly, eyes looking up at you both in curiosity and gratefulness. "What's up with you?"

You smile down at her, leaning down to place a soft kiss on her lips before turning towards the tray of her favorite food on her dresser. "Got you some food and your favorite tea."

Mizu lightens up at your words, turning in her office chair and pulling you between her legs. She buries her face on your stomach, hands on your hips. "Thank you, Bonnie."

Her words pull a flush from your cheeks—still getting butterflies from her attention. You gently pat the top of her head, making sure not to stress the already messy bun haphazardly tied on a whim. A few strands of her hair escape the hairdo with each gentle slide of your palm on her head. You let out a grumble, hands making their way to pull the tie off her hair. Mizu chuckles at your movements.

"Was I too quiet?" Mizu asks as she feels your hands run through her hair—gathering all the strands with careful swoops. You hum at her response.

"Not really," You respond as you twist her hair in its usual style before beginning to tie it off with her hair tie. "Why?"

Mizu blinks softly, enjoying your ministrations on her head. She yawns. "I don't know. Just worried that I might've been ignoring you or something."

You pause at the last twist of her tie, gently pulling away to take a look at her face. The exhaustion is evident—bags under her eyes, eyes blinking slow, and the slouch on her posture. However, despite it all, her eyes and face remain softened and loving at the sight of you. A soft smile pulls from your lips.

"You haven't," Your hands gently cup her face as you angled it up towards you. "You don't have to worry about a thing, Mizu. Whatever you need, I'll be right here."

She gazes into your eyes, processing your heartfelt words before a genuine smile bursts from her lips. Your heart thunders at its brightness and you can't help but return its intensity.

"I love you." She murmurs, eyes filled with gratitude. You revel in its warmth.

"I love you too."

"Mizu?" You call out to the empty living room, not noticing the familiar raven-haired girl typically lounging in the living space around this time. You knew because Mizu often tends to do her leisure time in the living room where it has an open space and just an overall change of pace in the morning. You had gone out to do the groceries as Mizu did hers last week. You half expected her to be at the same spot when you returned but didn't overthink it. She was probably back at her room or fixing up that clog in the bathroom. You placed your shoes on the side before walking towards the kitchen to drop the grocery bags.

You begin to place the items in their respective places before realizing another equation to the problem. Nora was also nowhere to be found. Your heart speeds up,

"Nora? Mizu?" You call out, placing the bag of fruits down to find you two missing culprits. "Where are you?"

While Mizu was a generally quiet person and Nora being stealthy like a damn mosquito, they often wandered to your presence and so you expected that your girlfriend would call back and Nora's feet would begin to pitter patter its way towards you. There were only a few other options that you could consider where those two disappeared to. First, Mizu must have taken her out for a walk. Nora tends to be restless in the morning and prefers going out when the sun is high and the temperature is just right. Second, probably in Mizu's bedroom—those two tend to nap when you're not in sight, probably because most of the time their energy is just you with 5% of their actual energy. You decide to go with the second option for now.

You make careful steps towards Mizu's room, knocking on the wooden surface before opening the door. The lights are off and the room's spotless. Mizu must be out. You turn towards your room just in case. You're greeted with the bed you made this morning. You scratch your head in thought, confused as to where those two might have gone.

Just as you begin to worry, the sound of the door's security system unlocking through the keypad resounds through the hallway. You make your way towards the living space to see Mizu with an armful of carboard boxes and Nora trailing behind her. They both pause at the sight of you.

"Oh," Mizu blinks at you as if she had been caught sticking her hand somewhere she shouldn't have. You blink back in response. "You're home."

Nora meows in response to your rather unexpected predicament. Your eyes dart from Mizu, to Nora, to the boxes in Mizu's arms.

"... What's that?" You watch as Mizu gently places the items down with a sigh before turning towards you with a sheepish smile.

"I got Nora a tower," She responds hesitantly, gauging your reaction to her response. There's a few moments of silence as you process the information.

You remain speechless. If anything, you were the one who mostly spoils Nora. Having too much similarities to your grumpy looking girlfriend, you couldn't help but coddle the kitty. Mizu on the other hand tends to bond with cat through silent stares or squinting at each other as if they have their own form of communication. It's safe to say that you're quite amused at the fact that Mizu was the one who brought her

A laugh escapes your lips at the thought, watching as Mizu furrows her eyebrows in confusion while Nora simply meows beside her.

"How did you even—" You cover your mouth in an attempt to calm yourself down from the impending laughter. "When did you even get this?"

Mizu rolls her eyes. "I got it last week. When you had class—" She pauses at the sound of your laughter. "Why is this so funny to you?"

You grin at her grumpy attitude. "I just didn't expect that you'll be the one getting her the tower. I thought you settled for the treats?"

Mizu snorts as she settles down on the carpeted floor, pulling one of the smaller boxes towards her. "Since when was I limited to that?"

You grin excitedly, rushing over to her side with ease. Mizu chuckles at your enthusiasm. You place a kiss on her cheek causing your girlfriend to pause and turn her attention towards you.

"That's so hot of you, Bonnie," You coo, utterly enamored by her. Mizu's soften, the corner of her lips upturned.

There's a softened tension between the two of you as Mizu's eyes roam all over your face. There's a mischievous look on her face. "All it takes for me to get between your legs is a cat tower, really?"

You grin wide at her words. You decide to tease back. "Can you blame me? That's wife material right there."

Mizu drops the box on the floor before finally turning her body to you with an eyebrow upturned. "So you're saying you'll marry me over a cat tower?"

You shrug. "I mean, you, breathing is enough—"

You squeal as you feel the sudden rise of your body from the ground. Mizu sweeps you into her arms, one arm wrapped around your waist and the other gripping your thigh. You flush in her hold as you wrap your legs around her waist.

You squirm in her hold. "Mizu, I didn't say now!"

The raven haired woman pays no attention to your whims as she steps over the boxes and begins to make her way towards her room. "We can do that later." She hums, carrying you with ease.

You turn towards Nora who stares up at both of her parents, innocently licking her paw. "N-Nora!" You whine over Mizu's back. "Nora, help mommy!"

The cat only stretches—letting a loud meow before it jumps on the couch and curls into a ball. You whine at the lack of attentiveness to your apparent danger as your girlfriend chuckles at your try of escaping.

"The cat won't help you, y'know?"

"Mizu!"

"What about this?" Your eyes lock with your girlfriend through the mirror as you fix the front of your dress. Akemi's birthday is just around the corner and plans of going out had been arranged and planned out. The birthday gal had wanted to celebrate her night at a club and your wardrobe lacked the proper attire for an occassion like that. So you went shopping.

The thing is, Mizu had always been your outfit decision-maker. You didn't think much of it before when her gaze landed on yours whenever you showed her an array of outfits for whatever occasion. Now, you feel her stare more intensely as if a knife had delicately touched its tip against your skin and marked its way down with a gentle grip—not enough to harm but enough to entice a reaction.

The dress you chose was satin with a color of your choice—backless and hung around your curves nicely. You subtly turn your body as you admire its simplistic design. Mizu hums from her position on the bed, laying on her side with her elbow propped up to support her weight. You see her tilt her head, eyes taking their sweet time to analyze your figure.

"Bon?" You ask as you turn towards her. Her eyes are half-lidded and you can sense from a mile away the familiar look on her face but you remain ignorant of the tension brewing between you. You choose to turn back towards the mirror, fixing your hair as you adjust the straps. "I don't know if it's fit for a nightclub or an evening dine."

You hear Mizu hum. Just then, you hear shifting on the bed before sock-cladded feet pad through the wooden floors. You see Mizu's figure behind you in the mirror—the subtle size difference of her broad shoulders compared to you heats your cheeks. Her arms make their way around your waist, pulling you flush against her chest as she props her chin on your shoulder. Your eyes lock on the reflection in the mirror as you take careful notes of her appearance. Hair pulled in a half bun, blue eyes devoid of their usual black-rimmed glasses, figure clad in black with a familiar gold chained necklace wrapped loosely around her neck, and her wrist adorned by a silver watch you gifted her on her birthday last year. You heave a breath at the intensity of her stare.

"You look pretty," She mumbles, eyes lost in your figure before placing a soft kiss on your neck. A shiver runs through your spine at her affection, feeling it take course through the expanse of your shoulder. It's slow and soft—making sure each scar and imperfection is not left untouched. You squirm in her arms.

"Mizu," You hum, voice deep and sultry as you lean your head back, allowing her more space to work with. "You're not working with me."

The raven haired gal laughs against your skin as she continues with her ministrations. You feel her hands rumple the fabric, clutching the soft satin material as it bunches up between her fingers. The hem rises up to your thighs, granting your lover a sweet view of home.

"What?" She asks with a teasing tone. You grumble at her mischievous nature. "I was just answering your question."

"I asked if it fit—" You moan slightly as she sucks on the familiar spot behind your ear. "N-not if I was hot. There's a difference."

"Is there?" Her breath hits your ear with a slight deep chuckle of her voice. You feel her trail her kisses towards the nape of your neck, hands beginning to caress your thighs. You watch as the hem of your dress practically rise up to the top of your thighs, granting no sense of decency. You whine as you feel her kiss down your shoulder blades, tongue licking out to mouth at the valley between your shoulders.

"You're so unfair," You breathe out, back arching as she slides her hands to your hips, pulling you back against hers. She smiles, nudging your head to the side as she buries hers against your neck. Your eyes meet at the reflection, gauging each other's response. You would've thought that her ministrations would end then and there but you shouldn't have underestimated your girlfriend. After all, it's always the quiet ones.

Mizu boldly cups your cunt over your dress—a moan escaping your lips. She pulls you flush against her as she nips against the tip of your ears. You remain pinned against her chest, her arm strength keeping you close.

"You fucker," You pant, mouth opening up to a grin as you gripped her arm. She merely gives a you a smirk as she hikes her hand up, grinding her palm against you. Your knees falter.

"I give you my opinion and you curse me out?" Mizu laughs against your ear, placing a peck on your cheek. "Not cute, babe."

"God, you're so annoying," You sigh, hand reaching out to bury itself in Mizu's raven locks. Your girlfriend merely hums, eyes watching you get lost in the pleasure of her fingers. It's as if the fuse in Mizu's head had began to run out of course, she then pulls away from your back and turns you towards her with ease.

You flush as she manhandles you in her arms, pulling you up to wrap your legs around her waist. You grasp at her shoulders at the sudden movement. She pauses, eyes calculating as she eyes you up like a predator waiting for its prey to back down, and knowing you, you'd never back down just like that.

You wrap your arms around her neck, leaning close to brush your lips against hers. "Gonna pull this dress off me or what?" You hum, nose brushing against hers. "If you're too busy eyeing me up instead of fucking me, I got a pretty handy vibrator back in my cabinet."

She chuckles at your boldness, jaw clenching at your words. "You're a fucking brat, y'know that?"

You giggle as she moves you towards the bed. "Gets you every time."

"Why are you limping like that?" Ringo asks you one day as you met up with him and Akemi for class. Thank the Gods that Ringo is naturally innocent like that. It saves you the embarrassment of having to tell two people what Mizu did to you in the morning. Akemi, however, merely raises an eyebrow at you—shaking her head like a disappointed mother. You had underestimated the time it took to get ready, and Mizu in bed wasn't exactly a good component in your determination to focus in the morning. Add the fact that your horny and Mizu is feeling quite energetic at 7 am.

"When I said that I'm happy for you, I was hoping that you'd get to keep the private matters of your relationship finally to a minimum and not for the whole world to see," Akemi deadpans. Ringo looks at her with furrowed eyebrows. "It's quite contradicting but you get my point."

You give her a sheepish smile at her words while Akemi merely sips on her iced coffee. Ringo turns to you with a smile, his hand forming a thumbs up. "Ignore her, I am happy for you."

Akemi grumbles, shifting her leg over her knee. "Can we not talk about this right now? We're about to have an exam."

You and Ringo share a playful look at Akemi's quips, not wanting to be at the receiving end of Akemi's fury. The classroom was slowly filling in with students—all having the same look of despair and exhaustion for the test in a few minutes. You turn towards your bag, hand rummaging through the array of essentials carefully packed from the night before. Your eyebrows furrow as you can't feel the familiar material of your pen case.

"Oh fuck," You murmur, tone panicking as you peered inside your bag. Ringo and Akemi glance at you in concern.

"What?" Ringo asks, ever the concerned hubby that he is. You let a shaky breath as you can't see the familiar cat patterned pen case that Mizu gifted to you last year. Your essentials for the test were in there! While a pen might've been easy to borrow, the other materials were definitely something you couldn't get away with. You turn to Akemi and Ringo with a frown.

"I think I left my pen case at the dorm." You huff in frustration, glancing at the front to check the time. "I can't go back, there's not enough time."

Akemi sighs, head nudging to your phone. "Check with your girlfriend. She might be nearby."

Your shoulders lower in hesitance. "It's class hours. Don't you think I'll be a bother?"

Ringo chuckles quietly in his seat. "You think Mizu would care about that?"

Akemi snorts before propping her arm on the table to place her chin on her palm. "What he said."

You sigh, contemplating your options before finally giving in.

You put your phone down on the surface of your table, cheeks heating up from the conversation. 15 minutes pass with ease and you're left twiddling your thumbs as you glance back and forth from the door to the clock in front.

Just as she said, Mizu appears at the small window of the door, hand waving awkwardly as she raises your pen case. You immediately stand up from your seat, earning curious glances from Akemi and Ringo. You pay them no mind as you shuffle your way to the door, gently opening it to not draw attention before closing it with a soft push behind you.

"Hey," Mizu's deep voice infiltrates your senses as you turn towards her. You immediately take note of her outfit—dark blue rayon skipper collared blouse with sleeves that reached her arms halfway, pale brown slacks cuffed to her ankles, and a pair of white sneakers. Her hair is in its usual bun with the added flare of her orange tinted glasses. You snicker.

Mizu sighs, tilting her head with a deadpan stare. "Why are you laughing?"

You glance at the empty corridor before wrapping your arms around her waist. "You look like a walking sponsor for Uniqlo."

Mizu scoffed, raising the hand grasping the pen case before gently bonking it on your forehead. "You ought to be more thankful to me, pretty."

You grin up at her, hugging her close as you prop your chin on her sternum. You squint your eyes, giving her your most mischievous look. "I'll be sure to put that on my new year's list."

Mizu rolls her eyes, pushing you gently off her before jokingly slamming your pen case on your hand. "There," She says before presenting another paper bag on your hand. "Also, here."

You glance at the paper bag then at her—those perfectly thick and plucked eyebrows arching at you as she waves the paper bag for you to take. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. "What's that?"

Mizu shrugged as you peered inside to see a half filled cup of your favorite drink in a large size. You look up at Mizu who tilts her head to the side with a smile. "I got it this morning. Meant to save some for you."

You purse your lips as your heart softens at the gesture. "Mizu," You coo. The gal only leans forward and places a kiss on your forehead.

"Now go ace that test, bon," She smiles. "I'll get you after class."

She waves you goodbye before jogging towards the elevators. You sigh dreamily as she disappears into the corner before walking back inside your classroom. You maneuver your way towards your desk, earning a couple of side glances from Akemi and Ringo.

You sit down, giddily settling down on your seat before you hear someone clear their throat beside you.

"Homesexuals," Akemi clears her throat beside you to which Ringo snorts at. You shoot a glare at them in response.

Mizu is generally, a patient person.

Despite her grumpy responses towards Ringo or her perpetual furrowed eyebrows, eyes squinted into a glare, and her frowned lips whenever Taigen enters the scene, Mizu still is a patient person. You've rarely seen her angry and when she does become angry, it often comes out in seething silence. Eyes that bore into the depths of your soul, face hardened enough to not show any emotion, and a stance evoking authority and dominion over the situation.

You saw it once. When a guy tried to force himself on you during a campus party. It was an unfortunate event really and you didn't want things to escalate but the man didn't back down with his flirting (if you could even call it that). Let's just say that the night ended with a bruise on their face and it's definitely not Mizu.

You're well aware that your girlfriend can pack a punch and certainly knows how to use it. She's well built and has a lot of strength for someone her stature. Taigen calls it a sleeper build—a passing glance from when Mizu helped out with moving Akemi's furniture to her new condo. You definitely agree with that.

That's why you're internally panicking for the aftermath of a similar situation from Akemi's birthday nightout.

"Mizu," You pant, trying to call for her attention but the blinding force of her anger continues to drive her need for you. "Mizu—Ngh! Please listen to me—"

Mizu continues her ministrations on your neck, paying no mind to your squirming body as her hand grabs your thigh with ease—anchoring it to her waist as she slots her torso between your legs.

"Fuck," She growls against the skin of your neck, hair in disarray from the sloppy and heavy makeout session on the way to your bedroom. You vividly remember knocking a frame off your console table when Mizu slammed you against its edge. "I should've fucked him up."

You whine at the bite of her teeth on your shoulder—grasping at her shoulders. "Baby, we have to talk about this—"

Her thigh slots between your legs and hikes it up against your cunt—you mewl at the pressure. Mizu pulls away from your shoulder, licking her lips as she peers down at you with darkened shades of blue. "Talk? You want to talk?"

Her tone resounds with mockery and sarcasm, a seething remembrance of her fury from just a few hours ago. Typically, this behavior would startle you at first but you've grown to learn and love this blue-eyed woman after the years you've spent pining and being oblivious to each other's affection.

"You're not going to do this to me, Mizu," You snarl back, letting out a breathy sigh as her free hand begins to move your hips against her thigh. "You made us leave Akemi's party because of this—that's not–Hngh—t-that's not okay—Fuck!"

Mizu darkly chuckles as she begins to roam her hand underneath your dress. "You talk too much for someone who's about to get fucked."

"Shut the fuck up," You try to return the dominance but her skillful pulls and push of your hips leaves you breathless and keening at her touch. "That guy isn't even worth it, why'd you even—why?"

Mizu feels the inside of your thigh, reveling in the soft flesh as she creeps closer to your mound. "Didn't like the way he looked at you. Mothefucker had the audacity to ask for your number as if he didn't see my hand gripping your thigh. I fucking hate that."

You feel her fingers teeter over the edge of your panties—skin thumbing the material of your underwear, a surprise you wished would be unveiled in different circumstances.

Mizu kisses your pulse point, making sloppy kisses on the area as she continues to speak. "Everything's worth it if it's you."

You arch and mewl at her words, head moving back to give her more room. Mizu smiles at your reaction.

"You like that?" She chuckles deeply. "Like it when I'm being possessive, huh?"

"Oh God," You groan. "Are you going to fuck me or what?"

Mizu pulls away from your neck, brushing her nose against yours as she peers down at your irritated features. "So demanding," She smiles as she leans close and brushes her lips against yours.

Having had enough, your hand grabs her raven tresses—gripping it as you pull her down to close the distance between your mouths. It's all wet and full of passion—desperate sliding of lips against yours. She tilts her head, begging for deeper access as she slides out her tongue to feel more of you. There's a battle for dominance—a battle she's desperately winning. You pull away with a bite on her bottom lip, gently pulling it before licking your lips.

"Damn." Mizu lets out a breathless chuckle from the kiss, all the more turned on from your confident nature. You smile up at her with a grin.

"I suggest putting all that anger into something useful," You pant as you guide her hand to pull your dress up more.

You watch as she pulls the dress off, eyes widening at the lingerie set you've worn for the night. You see her hunger double at the sight.

"Fuck me up, Mizu." You mewl as you arch your back to present your body to her. Her jaw clenches at your words.

Just as you had said those words, you yelp in surprise as she pulls you down the bed—sheets ruffling in the process before pinning your legs to your chest.

"I'll fucking kill anyone who gets to see you like this," Her words are dark—an apparent shiver running through your spine at the process. You mewl at her domineering figure, watching as she marvels at the way the fabric highlights your figure.

Mizu then moves the fabric covering your cunt to the side, letting out a shaky breath at the process. She dives in without hesitance, tongue poking out to take a straight and slow lick from your hole to your clit.

"Oh!" You moan loudly, hand darting to grasp at her raven locks. "Fuck!"

She wastes no time in eating you out—licking and slurping as if this is the last meal she'll ever have. Your thighs quiver at the magnitude of pleasure she brings forth. You've never been this overwhelmed with the pleasure as you choke over your moans—grasping and clawing at the sheets or her hand gripping your thighs. You eye her arms—sleeves of her button-up hiked up to her elbows, showcasing the veins popping and rising at the harsh grip she has on your body. The sight heats you up even more.

You flush as she peers up at you from the comforts of your pussy—blue eyes clouded with lust and want as she makes precise twirls and flicks with her tongue. Goddamn her mouth feels like fucking heaven.

"You're so pretty," She mouths over your clit, teasing with a few licks before spreading it with her fingers to not let one spot untouched. You moan at her tenacity. "All mine. All fucking mine."

Just as the pleasure couldn't get any worse, Mizu rubs her index and middle over your hole before slipping it inside with ease. With all the wetness from her mouth and the slick coming from you, the penetration is done with no difficulty. She then makes a few thrusts of her fingers before flexing her digits in a come hither motion. The tips of her lengthy digits reach the familiar gummy spot within you. You yelp at the sudden spike of pleasure, thighs slightly closing.

"Right here?" She asks, breathless. You become lost in the pleasure—drunk from the high Mizu's giving you.

"Ngh! Mizu please!" You plead, unsure of what exactly you're asking. Mizu licks her lips before adjusting her hand—palm brushing over your clit. She then begins to speed up her thrusts—making an up-and-down motion on her wrist as wet noises begin to come out of your cunt.

"M-Mizu! F-Fuck—I can't—!" You scream as the tips of her fingers continuously hit that familiar spot. She pays no mind to your whims, ignoring your hands reaching out to grab her arm. It doesn't take too long before you feel an intense knot in your core, as if you're going to release something you shouldn't. With a final flick of her wrist, a ray of clear liquid squirts out of your pussy as you scream in pleasure. You twitch and shiver in her hold as she darts down to slurp up your release.

You whine and keen at the sensitivity, hands darting out to push Mizu away. She continues to lick every part of your cunt—swollen and perfectly pink from her ministriations. "M-Mizu! S-Stop—Hah—please—!"

Once satisfied, the raven-haired gal moves up with a smile. "Good girl," she praises.

You watch as she removes the rest of you and her clothes then untying her hair before adjusting your legs—raising the other as she slots between them. You whine at the sensitivity.

"I can't, please—" You sob, eyes tearing up from being oversensitive. Mizu coos at you as she grinds her cunt against yours. You flinch, hands darting down to her hips.

"Yes you can baby," She kisses your leg, holding it to her shoulder. "You can give me one more, won't you angel?"

You pant as she speeds up her thrusts, the pleasure begins to build up once more. Your first orgasm wasn't far along and so the coming of the second comes with ease. You remain listless on the sheets, eyes watching as Mizu's hips make skillful circles—cunt rubbing against yours deliciously.

"Tell me you're mine," She pants, hair gathered to her shoulder. The sweat and flush on her skin make her more ethereal. "Tell me who do you belong to, hm?"

She demands rather than asks and with the cloudiness of the high she keeps giving you, you succumb to her authority.

"I-I'm yours," You whine, hands gripping her thighs as she begins to speed up. You feel the familiar knot of your climax begin to unravel. "I'm yours."

Mizu's thrusts begin to become inconsistent and with a few more grinds and circles of her hips, you release with a loud moan as Mizu follows after.

She drops down on you with a pant, obviously exhausted from the strenuous activity. There's a moment of reprieve as you revel in the afterglow of sex.

Your laughter breaks the silence. "You should get jealous more often," You jest. "So that I can get laid like this again—Fuck that was good."

Mizu chuckles from her spot on your neck. She props herself up with her arms beside your head. "And here you were asking to talk when we both knew that's never going to happen."

You giggle at her words, arms wrapping around her waist. You then let out a sigh. "God, I love your tongue."

Mizu rolls her eyes, gently removing herself from the sweaty intertwine of limbs. You pout at the loss of her body heat. "Starting to think that you really just love me for my body, don't you?"

You raise your hands in a joking manner. "Consider me guilty."

Mizu throws a pillow towards you before rising from the bed. You admire her naked figure as she runs her fingers through her raven locks. Mizu notices your gaze.

"Keep your eyes to yourself, creep." She squints her eyes to glare. You roll your eyes in response.

"Such a hypocrite," You retort. "As if you weren't rambling about how possessive you we—AGH!"

The raven-haired girl tackles you into the bed, hands coming to tickle you to death. You both laugh and giggle at each other, reveling in the atmosphere brought forward by your chemistry.

You suppose you could never get tired of this. Not when it's Mizu.

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There's not much change after you and Mizu finally got together but u suppose its probably the cat

Mizu has the tendency to match with your outfit. Whenever you ask her abt it, she just claims its a coincidence

When Mizu got her first camera, she took pictures of you and her together. She got the film printed. (She has a picture of you on the back of her phone and you have hers on yours)

Your go to gift for Mizu are socks and tea

Mizu is eerily similar to Nora. Sometimes you catch them pausing and staring at each other in the living room. it's quite funny.

Peers around campus are funnily giving you thumbs up and congratulatory shakes as if you getting together is a monumental achievement in history (It's bc of Taigen).

Mizu becomes all the more service-giving once you get together (she opens doors for you, pulls your chair for you to sit on, brushing a stray hair away from your face). She likes it bc u give her kisses now.

Mizu subconsciously plays with your fingers when holding hands. Though her fave part to put her hand on is your thighs. she claims that she likes the feeling.

Mizu often asks for your opinion on things whether it be for work, academics, or day to day life. Its because she regards you important and dear to her. She wants to share her life with you.

The moment you disclosed your relationship with your friends, Ringo legit pulled out a party popper

Mizu IS a walking UNIQLO sponsor (you cannot count how many rayon blouses she has in her closet. she claims its bc she likes the fabric)

You jokingly proposed to Mizu with a candy pop ring. Mizu proposed to you back with a can tab.

Mizu orders her drinks in the largest cup size bc she gives it to u after when u meet up for lunch mwehe (coincidentally its your fave drink as well)

Taigen was so confused as to why Mizu just bolted from her seat (pen case part) during their lab time together and when he asked what happened when she came back, she said, "Ah. Bonnie needed help." Taigen wants to explode.

Mizu is quite open to casual PDA. she says goodbye to u in the form of forehead kisses.

overall, you and Mizu are just so cute and so mwa mwa and i just wanna put yall in my pocket hehe

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A/N: HEYAAA this is finally done. not proofread so im gonna have to make edits to this tom. happy new year everyone !!! hope u like this roommate mizu! also to the ppl who saw this halfway done... no u didnt ....

#Spotify #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu x you #mizu x reader #mizu bes #mizu smut #blue eye samurai x you #the blue eyed samurai x reader #blue eyed samurai

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icequeenbae · 1 year

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Winter Outside (m) BBH

Part of Series: Love Coach [Lev.1] (m)

Full Masterlist: Love Coach series masterlist

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

ITnerd!Baekhyun, established relationship, slice of life, fluff domestic af, smut

Warnings: explicit content, unprotected sex, s o f t

Word Count: ~1.8k

Author’s Note: Well HELLO my dear sweetheartsss~ I know I took a while BUT I am finally coming with an early Christmas gift to all of you LoveCoach!Baek lovers!! Trust me, it was worth waiting for winter to get this 🔥😊 Also yay for the 500+ of you following my crazy little blog, I'm very happy to welcome each and every one of you here. Lots of other things coming, so stick around and let's go along this journey together 💕 Also just 1.5 months until Baek comes back, what in the world am I gonna do?? Spontaneously combust??

P. S. This story is part of series tagged above. I recommend starting with the series, however, you can probably enjoy this as a separate piece:)

Summary: Working from home would be much more comfortable if it wasn’t so damn cold in your apartment. But there’s two of you, and multiple ways to keep warm.

Network Tags: @superm-net @bbh-net @exo-writers-net

‘It’s not working, why isn’t it working?’ You grumbled, kicking the small heater with the tip of your fluffy house slipper.

An ‘ouch’ followed, and Baekhyun lifted his head to watch you jump on one foot.

‘Baby,’ he scolded, readjusting his computer glasses. ‘I told you, it’s out for good. The new one will arrive tomorrow.’

‘Tomorrow is a day too late! I’m going to freeze to death today,’ you exclaimed, still eyeing the non-functioning machine. ‘I haven’t been this useless since my intern years. We’ve spent what, half a day trying to fix this thing? Ugh!’

Turning around, you met his grinning eyes.

‘It’s not funny,’ you pouted, still stepping closer to him, as if he had a magnetic field around him. ‘You know I hate when it’s too cold.’

‘I know.’ He confirmed, lifting the heavy duvet off of his shoulder to invite you to his little cave. ‘You’ve been groaning all day.’

‘Damn right!’ You huffed, diving forward and sinking into his side just as he wrapped the comforter around you. ‘Oh my god, you’re so warm…’

He grunted as you curled into him, icy fingers digging into his waist.

‘Agh- do you have any blood flow in there?’ He nagged, putting his laptop down to cover your hands with his warm palms.

‘No,’ you mumbled, nuzzling the crook of his neck.

The ice-cold tip of your nose gave him a start.

‘Jesus, Y/N! Why are you all frozen already?’

You bellyached, digging deeper into his body in a quest for revitalizing warmth.

‘I told you, I can’t deal with these temperatures… And you’re a living heater,’ you added softly, pressing your lips to his hot smooth skin.

‘Y/N…’ Baekhyun sighed, glancing at his laptop. ‘I need to finish something real quick-’

‘No.’

You protested firmly, attaching yourself to him like a giant snuggly koala. The sound you made was probably just as scary.

Your boyfriend’s palm ran up and down your back slowly, and you shivered from the pleasurable sensation.

‘I promise to carry on my service as your heater right after I send out thi-’

‘Baek-hyun-n.’ Your voice was low, and he gulped, looking at his desktop almost in desperation.

The screen reflected in his lenses.

‘But this is important-’

‘Aren’t I important?’ You counterattacked.

It wasn’t that you had no respect for his job. But you knew he was way too responsible, and the prototype he was finishing up was probably due in another week, if not two. He could take his sweet time perfecting it tomorrow, after your heating was back up. Today, however, with your working hours well over, he needed to drop his bone and focus his attention on something else.

‘You’re the most important,’ he responded without hesitation, and you couldn’t help but smile in satisfaction. ‘But can I just-’

‘I need you,’ you muttered through a pout, and Baekhyun’s cache instantly cleared, all things IT erased at once.

It was a dirty trick, yes, but you didn’t care since your survival was at stake here. If he was the main source of warmth in this house, you weren’t going to share him with his laptop anymore. Letting him ‘finish up’ was out of the question as well. Knowing him… he’d stay on it for hours until he’d be ready to send it to his supervisor.

‘What is it, my little cinnamon bun?’ He snickered as you pinched his side for the mockery.

‘Make me warm,’ you demanded, arms still tight around his waist.

If there was a way to tangle, or melt yourself deeper into him, you would’ve gladly tried it.

Baekhyun shut his work laptop, barely able to move it to the nightstand with you gripping him with all you got. As soon as his precious PC was safely tucked away, his attention was on you again, and you felt his lips press to the crown of your head.

You murmured in response, moving your cheek up to look at him. His gaze met yours with more warmth, and you slowly sat up, braced by his arms. Not saying a word, you lifted your hand up to trace the rim of his glasses before removing them.

Baekhyun licked his lips in meek anticipation and stayed silent. His palms continued stroking your back leisurely, not allowing the cool air outside your cocoon to bite your skin.

You caressed his face before placing a playful smooch onto his cheek, eliciting a giggle. His arms were so snug and comfortable that you almost forgot about the winter outside, breathing his calming scent in and planting more featherlight kisses onto his skin.

‘Mmh, what’s this…’ Baekhyun’s question trailed off as your lips made contact with his, not colliding fully, only teasing.

His face followed yours, trying to gain more contact, and you moved down his jaw to leave a small mark on his sensitive neck. Soon giving into his attempts to catch your mouth, you leaned in for a kiss. An array of goosebumps ran up your spine while his tongue danced with yours. Your kiss was slow, dragged out, and you were almost sinking into this cozy mess of you and him and the thick warm covers around you.

‘B-Baek-hyun…’ You stuttered impatiently, inviting him to take matters into his own hands.

Lying back on the pillows with you still on top of his thighs, he lowered his hands from your back to your hips. You jerked them forward, pleasantly surprised by the flutter of his lashes and the hazy look in his eyes. He was always so quick to be affected.

‘Come ‘ere,’ Baekhyun whispered, and you bent forward to meet his lips again before he took his turn grinding on you.

This time, however, he held your hips steady to increase the friction. You let out a tiny whimper that nearly made him lose his mind. Noticing how strong his grip on you became, you swayed your ass again, amplifying the effect of his movements.

If you were to pay attention, you’d have noticed the instantaneous spike in temperature caused by your heated bodies. But at that moment, you were consumed by the firm grind of your hips and Baekhyun’s panting.

‘Shit,’ you gritted, biting your lip as you noticed the flush in his cheeks. ‘I really want to get down to it… But won’t we get cold without clothes?’

Baekhyun chuckled.

‘You think I won’t make you break a sweat without this hoodie?’ His hands, as if wanting to prove a point, quickly rid you of said clothing item.

Giving him a skeptical look as you fixed your hair afterwards, you shook your head.

‘The tee stays.’

‘As you wish,’ he agreed, coercing you into lying down next to him. ‘But the pants have to go.’

Gasping at the loss of your clothes, you quickly wrapped yourself around your loveable heater.

‘Babe, I need to take them off too…’ Baekhyun murmured as you nuzzled his neck again, trying to collect his warmth.

‘Just roll them down, who cares? I don’t care,’ you muttered, melting as his plump lips examined your skin.

‘Hm? I thought you hated clothed sex,’ he teased, reaching down to get rid of his sweats.

‘Now I’m preserving my life. Otherwise… who’d want to keep clothes on when their boyfriend has a body like that?’

‘Stop teasing,’ Baekhyun pouted, kicking his pants off under the duvet. ‘You know I haven’t been exercising properly while working remotely. And with the delicious food you’ve been feeding me…’

‘So? I’ve gained some weight too. More than ‘some’, even.’

Your hand found his length, making him gasp.

‘Not a fair comparison. It only made you… sexier,’ he sighed, and you snickered.

‘You think I don’t find you sexy?’

Squeezing his already hard cock, you watched him run his hand through his hair frantically. He was so easy.

‘Y/N…’ He latched onto your hip as you pressed his leaking tip to your folds and rubbed it against them languidly.

‘What? Eager to get to your workout?’ Your teasing was then interrupted by his impatient thrust.

Whimpering in surprise, you gripped his forearm to steady yourself. Baekhyun actually liked to start slow, giving you a taste of what those hips could do, and slow worked fine for you. Still wrapped around his waist, you enjoyed the heat of his body and opted to laze about, letting your boyfriend do all the work for tonight.

The position wasn’t the most comfortable, but you endured lying on your side, unwilling to interrupt the flow. Baekhyun’s hand crept under your (actually, his) shirt, exploring the curves of your body vigorously. Closing your eyes, you tensed your leg, pressing him closer to you. This was perfect. You were finally hot rather than cold, and your lover’s sporadic breaths in your ear only made you heat up further.

But Baekhyun had a different plan for you. Pulling you up to get you on top of his thighs, he gripped at your waist to hold you in place while thrusting.

‘Baek-’ You cried out, a sudden clench in your core catching you off guard.

He was getting you there so fast.

‘Fuck-’ He gritted, eyes tightly shut as he rammed into you at full speed.

‘Shit, don’t slow down…’ Whimpering, you went along with his pace, meeting his jerky movements halfway.

‘Agh- damn, Y/N-ie, you need to come right now, or else-’

‘Or what?’ You panted, breath uneven from the hits of his pelvis.

He growled, fucking into you with no mercy now, and you could only gasp for air with your release quickly approaching.

‘A- ah, god!’ You went into high pitch as the heaviness in your lower belly went off with an explosive orgasm.

Baekhyun sighed in relief, watching you get finished off by his hips, and focused on his own sensations. Before you regained understanding of your surroundings, he was holding onto you again and flooding your insides with warmth.

Both of you took the next few minutes to just breathe and wait for the whirlwind inside your bodies to die down. Baekhyun’s hands were back to caressing your spine, and you hummed content with your cheek pressed to his chest and arm hugging his shoulder.

The silence lasted strangely long, but neither of you were disturbed by it. Being in the position you were in now, you couldn’t be bothered to maintain the after-sex conversation.

Finally warm and comfy, you couldn’t help but blink sleepily as you looked up to face him. Baekhyun smiled down at you with that soft smile of his, but then his expression faltered, letting you know he was thinking something naughty.

‘Out of all the ways to keep warm… You chose the best one.’

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A/N: Thank you for reading!! I miss replying to your asks and reblogs, so I hope we have fun chatting after you finish this piece ❤️

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baeklination · 2 years

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Free Spirit: Massage

Date: 220902

Warnings: SMUT 🔞, fingering, eating out, fucking, gen.expl.lang.

Pairing: Baekhyun x F. Reader

NOTE: This are not the same characters as in FS:Yoga.

WC: 1,9k

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You didn’t know if it was luck or added stress; finding the gift certificate in one of your drawers at work and realising it would only be valid for three more days - two of which you’d be out of town. You’d thought about letting it go, but seeing as how it was a gift, the rudeness of doing so chipped away at you until you decided to try for a drop-in at the end of the day, since there wasn’t any telling when the end would be.

So here you are.

“Pure Bliss Bath and Spa…”, you read aloud, once again cringing at the name.

Through the window the place doesn’t seem to be overflowing with customers so you feel hopeful when you push the door open, hearing a clear tinkling from a bell overhead. A woman pops up from behind the counter and smiles brightly.

“Hello, welcome to Pure Bliss..!”

“Hello, hi…Saskia”, you reply, reading her name on the tag attached to her taupe tunic. “I’ve got this gift card, eh…here it is. And I was wondering if you have anything available today?”

By the quick knit of her brows you know the answer before she gives it:

“Oh, I’m sorry, we’re all booked for today…”

“Really? Agh, I kind of expected it, coming this late.”

“We still have a few openings for tomorrow or Sunday if you’d like to book beforehand..?”

“I can’t. Going out of town first thing. Typical, isn’t it? I was saving it, then completely forgot I had it in the first place”, you sigh. “Anyhow, thanks fo-”

“If you wait just one moment”, she says and hustles down the corridor.

She’s not away for very long, but the wait gives you time to take in the ambience of the place. Not surprisingly there’s soft music, something you’d expect to hear in a yoga setting or the like, and a pleasant but not intrusive scent (pear, forest?). Other than the pale green, white and walnut colours of the furniture there’s not much else in the small lobby. When she comes back it’s with another bright smile.

“You’re in luck. I managed to nip him just before he left. Oh, don’t worry, he feels sympathetic towards your conundrum.”

“Oh! Thank you.”

“So just down the corridor to the left, the door that says Baekhyun, and he’ll be with you in five. There’s a towel in there to put over your tush once you’ve undressed.”

“Everything?”

“Well, it is a full massage”, she smiles.

After checking and triple checking the towel covers what should be covered, you lay your head down on the small, plush pillow and decide bent arms are more comfortable than aligning them with your body. The music is different here, as is the colour scheme consisting of deeper tones, and the scent is full. The desktop fountain is bordering on tacky but nonetheless creates such a soothing sound you’re at risk of falling asleep - until there’s a knock on the door.

“Are you ready?”, the voice of a man asks from the other side.

“Yes. I’m ready.”

When he opens the door you flinch. He does too, stopping in the doorway for a millisecond before smiling.

“I know you…”

“Crystal Baron.”

Crystal Baron, the name of the pub you saw him in a few weeks back. Shit. It was one of those - he was one of those - instant pheromone match where it only takes one look and you’re done for. But also one of those where your friends decide it’s suddenly time to head out without you getting as much as a second look. In lieu of the blue silken shirt he’s wearing white chinos and a polo shirt, making him look less hunter and more prince on the Riviera, but there is no mistaking his demeanor.

“You ran away while I was visiting the gentlemans’...”

“I was dragged...”

“No worries. Looks like I’m getting my hands on you anyway. Or…would you like to change?”

“Would you?”

He looks your body up and down, his smirk saying it all.

“Don’t be silly…” Sweeping his hand over a neat row of bottles containing oil he goes on. “Do you have any preference in scent?”

From the first touch on your foot it has only been playing at massage. He knows what he’s doing, no doubt, but he’s doing something entirely different too, making you feel anything but relaxed as he makes his way up your leg.

“You’re quite stiff here”, he notes, kneading the back of your thigh. “Let me guess…you sit down a lot in your work?”

“Office.”

“Mm, I see it a lot. This and neck, shoulders.”

“I always say I’m gonna start stretching, but I just end up watching a movie once I get home.”

“Well, now you’re making me feel guilty. I was gonna do that tonight”, he says. “...Destiny of Adoration…Do you know it..?”

Of course you do, everyone does: riveting story, spectacular scenery - and a lot of heated, explicit passion.

“M-hm. But I haven’t seen it.”

“Not your kind of movie?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

He chuckles and lets out a hum as he moves his hand inward:

“The gift card was for a full body massage..?”

Your heart pounds against the cushioned table underneath, you open your mouth to answer but can’t seem to form the words so you instead close your eyes and nod, managing to get a sound of confirmation out.

The tip of his oily finger is so delicate on your clit it’s barely there. He slowly circles while you tighten your fist then slides upwards to your entrance where he dips. Finding you more than responsive he adds another finger, letting them both glide in and out at tantalizingly slow speed.

There’s only the tiniest hint of arousal in his voice that gives away that what he’s doing is something else than the standard:

“How’s the pressure?”

“Um”, you manage to press out.

“You sound a bit tense, let me…”, he says and pumps faster. “...untie those knots.”

Is this really happening? Laid out on this table, being fingered by this unknown man, holding your breath in fear of what awkward sounds might otherwise come out, arching to make your standing perfectly clear.

In return for the opened up space he slides his fingers on either side of your clit, then places them on it, rubbing back-and-forth in the wetness. Your hips start moving involuntarily, half bucking, half tensing as he brings you closer to an orgasm.

“Oh, shh, shh”, he tuts as he slows down, caressing your folds. “It’s a fifty minute rub-down…”

You can tell he’s undressing and when you sense him coming up on the side you open your eyes to see him naked - right in front of where your head is, his length stands tall and hard, asking if you’d like a taste. You open your lips, feeling even more empty between your legs when you feel him in your mouth.

“Ohh…”, he moans, gently putting his hand on the back of your head while slowly pushing his cock in and out. “...you had a little something for me too… ah…”

How turned on must he be to be this hard, to be airily moaning like this? When you suck harder he moves a bit faster, but focuses on the top half, especially enjoying the sensation of your lips going over the ridge, but paces himself like he did you. Gripping himself by the shaft he breathes out and pulls the towel from your body. Putting a finger on his lips like “shh” he then sticks his hand under your hip bone for you to raise it. As you do, coming up to lean on your forearms, he gets on the table behind you and you’re more than eager to feel him pressing in - but he covers you with his mouth.

You close your hands and feel your stomach contracting. In his caution to not alert his colleagues about his special attention to you, it’s barely that you hear a sound from him over the pan flutes and singing bowls emanating from the speaker as he slowly, breathlessly kisses and licks on your clit as far as he can reach. It’s hard not to press yourself against him when he starts flicking his tongue, spreading your folds with his thumbs to put his pointed tongue everywhere, again making you climb. Closing your hands tighter, arching even more, your thighs tighten while his wet tongue brings you closer…

closer…

spilling over in a muffled yelp, huffs and trembles as you come in his mouth.

Humming with satisfaction he strokes your backside and places a juice kiss right above your hole before getting up. In the middle of your exhale you feel the extraordinary sensory pleasure of his cock slowly but easily pressing past your entrance and continuing to the shaft.

“I like what you did just now”, he whispers and puts his hand between your legs from above.

You twitch when his oily fingers find your clit again, so he places his other hand on your waist. Not moving more than an inch he softly bucks in and out, creating electric whirls starting from your beating entrance and going deep while he lets his fingers brush over you, getting you ready for a second orgasm.

It’s slow and steady - somewhat overwhelming which makes you jerk - but little by little you go beyond that, revelling in the delicate chase and surge and push back to meet his gentle claps. Breathing with your mouth open, you close your eyes and completely indulge in the glide and stretch of his cock coupled with the increased pressure of his fingers slipping across your thirsty clit. He hushes your moans when you start shaking but keeps bringing them out, thrusting deeper, rubbing harder until he releases your orgasm again, this time on his length.

His groan is quivery when he grabs your waist with his other hand as well.

With the energetic thrusts the squeaking gets too loud to ignore so he pulls out with a grunt and nods towards the small sofa:

“Let’s not break the table…”

Before following you he opens one of the cabinet doors and reaches inside - the volume goes up - then lifts his eyebrows with a smile.

“Let me stand up”, he whispers.

Moving one of your feet to the floor, he puts his right behind it and lets the other rest on the sofa cushion like yours then smoothly presses his cock in again.

His thrusts are firm but not rough; he enjoys getting all of himself inside, enjoys the way your pussy strokes him tightly all the way down to the root and how your ass squeezes against his hips.

“Ah, sh…”, he moans, pressing his thumbs deeper into the small of your back. “Ah.”

No one would probably suspect a thing from the outside but to you the sound of wet friction pierces past the music and the same goes for his heavy breathing.

A faint “fu-” leaves his lips then he thrust quicker, holding on despite the oil, quicker - then chokes and in a series of hard smacks, lodging his cock deep each time, massages his cum out into you.

He slumps down right behind, pulls you onto his lap with a great sigh and amorously covers your mouth with his, caressing your neck.

“What’s your name anyway?”

Only then do you realise you haven’t given it so you bend forward and laugh into his shoulder. His chest still rises high from labour while he runs his fingers along your back.

“Y/N.”

“Well, Y/N… How about you come back to my place? I’ll drive you home in time for breakfast.” Nudging his head against yours he implores. “Hm, what do you say?”

#baekhyun #baekhyun smut #free spirit #BBH-NET

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