#bini brainfried from finals

[biibini]

nsfw blurb: thigh riding modern!mizu

tags: smut blurb, modern!mizu, f!reader, good ol dirty talk, teasing, thigh riding (duhh), begging, fingering, soaked panties

a/n: this thought was keeping me sane during finals week… happy holidays everyone ;)

18+ content below!

modern!mizu wouldn’t complain ab the spontaneous idea

u? on top of her, naked, riding her thigh? well yes!

in fact, she’d be curious ab the idea, even egg u on, praising u with every thrust, guiding ur hips with the firm, slender hands

“That feels good, huh?”, Mizu hummed, her right hand caressing your side.

The latter was busy guiding your hips onto her thigh. The only thing between your warmth and her thigh was your soaking lace panties, tied with a small navy blue bow, her favorite piece out of your collection.

Your head knocks back as you groan with every thrust, keeping up the steady pace as Mizu lifts her leg against your throbbing heat.

God, she was good.

modern!mizu gets a good view of ur body and loving every bit of it

having direct access of ur hips, ur thighs, ur boobs, neck, etc

it couldn’t be helped that she left a mark or two or four

it was right in front of her!

(it looked at her first)

She pulls your breasts close to her face. The feeling of her mouth latch onto the supple skin throws you off.

Wet.

Soft.

Full pleasure.

You slowed your rhythm, letting yourself breathe as Mizu started her work on your boob, leaving soft kisses. You enjoy the moment, every touch of Mizu making your brain foggy from the affection.

That is until you feel her teeth softly bite down on the side of your boob, leaving a mark to bloom later that night.

“Mizu…”, you groan, your brain malfunctioning from the pleasure.

“Mm, I know.”, she answered, her thumb tracing the size of the hickey. “I’ll be gentle.”

“Liar.”

modern!mizu can feel every drop of your juices run down her thigh

trust me, she’s not complaining

she’s intrigued at how wet u can get without having her fingers messing up ur guts

(woah who wrote that)

“I’m getting soaked here, pretty girl.”

Mizu’s hands run down to your ass, gripping onto the skin as she deepens your thrust. Your panties, once dry, is dripping wet, now painting Mizu’s thigh with your slick.

“Mmm, I’m close baby.”, you groan, continuing your deep pace, “Please Mizu, just a little more.”

Her right hand snakes down to your soaked panties, letting the other hand slow down your thrusts.

“Almost there?”, she asks, her fingers palming your throbbing entrance through the thin, light blue fabric.

She’s smiling, and you know it.

Is this a little sadistic? Maybe.

But is her pretty girl begging for more? Yes.

You nod your head, spreading your legs farther apart as Mizu pulls the fabric to the side. Now exposed, you feel two digits drag down, catching every drop of slick that was sticking onto her thigh.

A moan erupts out of you, back arching and guiding your hips against her digits in hopes of chasing the high.

“Please.”, you cry.

A digit slides into your wet core, touching your aching walls. You forgot how good it felt with her inside. Pulling in and out, your moans grow louder.

Apparently, the volume of the wet noises also grows louder. With every thrust, your hips continue to be guided by her other hand, positioning you into a deep angle. Your walls start to squeeze and spasm, building up towards your inevitable release.

“So wet.”, Mizu groans, easily slipping in a second digit.

You feel fuller, the two hitting deep into your core, curling into the ceiling of your gummy walls. With every pump, Mizu feels your walls clamp around her fingers.

“I’m so… keep going Mizu.”

She continues to thrust inside, keeping the same pace. No matter how tight your walls were, Mizu continued to pump into you.

A wave of pleasure starts to build up inside of you. You feel it start to come to its peak, your voice moaning to the pace of her fingers.

Her thumb then flicks over your throbbing clit, gently circling around the sensitive skin. The wave reached its peak, now crashing down on Mizu’s fingers. You grip onto Mizu’s shoulders, pulling her close as your pleasure filled cries echoed in her ear late into the night.