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Sua’s index finger tapped at her temple aimlessly, pressing her cheek into her palm as she stared blankly at the flickering cursor on her computer screen. It almost taunted her in a way, coaxing her to continue from the middle of the sentence she left off on, when she had no idea how to expand upon her long discarded thought.
It wasn’t like this essay needed to be completed urgently, its due date being a week away, but she wanted to knock it out early due to having two big presentations for other classes that week. She had, optimistically, figured this would be relatively easy to get through, only being a four page paper for her music theory class, but…
Explaining the Schenkerian analysis and its objectives didn’t prove to be very interesting, but even if it had, she still wouldn’t have been able to focus due to the hand running slow, teasing circles against the top of her thigh, fingers raking dangerously close to her crotch with each passing stroke.
“Mizi,” she warned, closing her hand around Mizi’s and prying it off, “I’m busy. Hands to yourself.”
“C’monnn…” Mizi pouted, drawing her hand back and clasping it around the back of Sua’s desk chair instead. The lack of contact there left Sua distantly missing the warmth, but she really didn’t need the distraction right now.
Mizi planted her chin atop Sua’s head, her long pink locks momentarily falling over Sua’s eyes as she peeked up and over at the computer screen. “You haven’t made any progress in the last twenty minutes. It’s not due ‘til next Thursday, anyways! You need a break…”
Sua sighed as she tucked Mizi’s hair back behind her head, immediately knowing her girlfriend’s implications as she caught the subtle seductive lilt of her voice. Mizi had a much higher libido than she did, seemingly always wanting to put her hands all over (and inside of) Sua any time they had a moment alone together. It was endearing in a way, knowing how loved and desired she was, but it could be… inconvenient, to put it lightly. Like when Mizi wanted more while Sua was nursing her sore body the day after particularly rough sex, or when Sua needed sleep for her 8:30, or during moments like this, where she desperately needed to complete an assignment.
“I want to get this done early because of my presentations, and you know that,” Sua huffed. “Besides, don’t you have an online quiz due tomorrow at noon, anyways? Why don’t you go do that?”
“I was gonna do it tomorrow morning while you were in class…” Mizi murmured through puffed out cheeks. “C’mon, we can be quick, I promise! You can go back to work immediately after?”
Sua rolled her eyes. “There’s no ‘quick’ with you, Mizi. Just…” She turned her head to finally meet Mizi’s face, softening her tone to let her down as gently as she could. “Let me finish this, okay? I’m about halfway done.”
While Mizi could be persistent at times, she still always respected Sua’s wishes, stopping her attempts when given a definite answer. “Okayyy…” she relented, pressing a light kiss to the crown of Sua’s head. “Let me know if you need anything, okay?”
“I will, honey. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Mizi softly padded away from Sua’s desk, flopping back onto the bed, and—honestly? Sua felt a little guilty. She could tell Mizi wasn’t very happy about her veto (which was only natural, of course, she couldn’t blame her for that), but Mizi feeling a little dejected had never swayed her decision before. Not that Mizi had ever tried to change Sua’s mind after a firm “no,” anyways.
No, it wasn’t anything like that. Truthfully, Sua regretted turning down Mizi’s advances almost instantly after she did, because, well…
They hadn’t had sex in almost two weeks. Which, to be fair, wasn’t that long of a time in the grand scheme of things, but it was uncharacteristic for their relationship. At most, they’d go about a week in between sex, but usually would do it multiple times a week. The week before had been spring break, so the two of them were separated as they visited their families, and then they had both been busy working on assignments and following their vastly different schedules. This was the first day they didn’t have anything urgent, which was why Sua had tried to work on this essay.
But she couldn’t focus. She sat there for another ten minutes, typing more words and immediately deleting them with increasingly harsher taps on her backspace key when the phrasing wasn’t exactly how she wanted. It was such a difficult topic to push through, and the promise of doing something else with Mizi was slowly becoming more and more tempting—but god, she had to get this done soon, or she would regret it even more than not having sex with Mizi right then and there.
Maybe… maybe there was a compromise? A way to have her cake and eat it too, as greedy as it felt. As she mulled over potential ideas, a rather interesting one crossed her mind. It was probably a bad idea, but Sua figured she wouldn’t know unless she tried, wouldn’t she?
Without even turning to look at Mizi, she suddenly spoke. “Go get the strap.”
Sua could practically feel Mizi’s wide eyes boring into the back of her skull, silence following like she hadn’t heard her right.
“Are… are you sure?” Mizi’s voice was slow, unsure and hesitant, bed creaking slightly underneath her shifting weight as she sat up further.
“Go put it on before I change my mind, but don’t get your hopes up too much,” Sua confirmed. “And grab the lube too, please. I’m not exactly wet enough for it yet.”
Mizi still seemed confused, if her slow motions were any indicator of that, but didn’t press further, opting to wordlessly obey rather than question Sua’s intentions. Sua heard her rummaging around in the bathroom, distantly noticing the zipper sound of the old makeup bag they use to store their toys, before Mizi returned with the harness secured to her hips and the pink dildo slipped through the O-ring, bottle of lube in hand. She had abandoned her jean shorts in favor of only wearing her panties beneath the strap, still keeping her shirt on, her hair now tied up in a low ponytail.
Sua stood up from her seat and took the lube from Mizi, urging the taller woman to take her place in her desk chair. “Just sit here, but give me a sec, okay?”
Mizi nodded silently, flopping down unceremoniously into the chair, Sua dropping to her knees once Mizi had taken her place. She popped open the cap of the bottle and squeezed a sizable dollop into the palm of her left hand, bringing it to the shaft and spreading it evenly across the silicone surface. Fluttering her lashes up at Mizi, she made a little teasing show of the preparation to look as if she was jerking her off, snapping her wrist up at the tip and twisting her hand around the base, relishing in the way her girlfriend took her bottom lip between her teeth.
When Sua decided it was ready for her, she wiped the excess lube on the side of Mizi’s calf (she really should have asked for a towel, too, but she’d apologize to Mizi later) and stood back up, lightly tossing the bottle atop her desk. She hooked her fingers beneath the waistband of both her sweatpants and underwear, sliding them down her thighs and letting them pool around her ankles, stepping out to free herself from the fabric. The cold air hit her sex a bit uncomfortably, but she took solace in the fact that there’d be a pleasant warmth filling her soon enough.
“Listen to me carefully,” Sua began, scooting herself in front of Mizi with her back turned to her. “I need you to stay completely still. If you move at all, if you even touch me, I’m getting off your lap and nothing happens tonight. But if you’re good, I’ll let you fuck me however you want once I finish this essay, deal?”
She heard how thickly Mizi swallowed, her voice sticking to her throat pitifully as she choked out her words. “Y-yes, yes. Deal.”
“Good girl.” Sua spread her legs just enough for the entrance of her cunt to make contact with the slightly angled head of the dildo, sinking down onto it with a slow, shaky exhale. The lube helped ease the stretch, but it still took her a moment to relax her muscles enough to be able to take more of it until she bottomed out. She felt the warm, fevered skin of Mizi’s thighs against the bare skin of her ass as she fully sat herself in Mizi’s lap, and it—fuck, it felt so…
“Ah…” She whimpered as the tip pressed against her front wall with her adjustment, back arching slightly as she shuddered, eyebrows knitting together and lips pursing. “Mm…”
She felt Mizi’s thighs tense beneath her, very obviously holding back an instinctual thrust, and a little bit of pride swelled in her chest at how difficult it was already for Mizi to control herself. The rush of power made her head spin.
“R-remember, no moving, okay? Just let me warm you up while I write.”
“Mhm…” Mizi was holding her breath, the sound coming out so strained, and god, the force of it sent heat straight to Sua’s stretched-out cunt, a sudden surge of wetness threatening to drip into Mizi’s lap.
She turned her attention back to her laptop, bringing her fingers back atop the keys of her keyboard, and found that she was actually able to complete the thought she had been stuck on for over thirty minutes. A small victory, but still a bit of a way to go, considering she was only at half the required page length.
Sua clicked back and forth between her sources and her word document, adding another paragraph in pretty quick time—she was genuinely surprised that this was working. Maybe it was the motivation of letting Mizi fuck her after it was done, the anticipation of what she would do bleeding into her work ethic, working as fast as she could to find out.
Maybe Mizi would finger her, taking one of her tiny tits in her larger hand as she rolled around a pink, hardened nipple between her fingers. Maybe she’d maneuver Sua to have her sit on her face, lapping and sucking at her clit fervently. Or, maybe, she’d press her palms into the pits of Sua’s knees, folding her up and pounding her with the strap as hard as she could until she’s begging and pleading and sobbing for Mizi to let her come…
Fuck, okay, maybe Sua’s intuition was right—this was a terrible idea.
Her vision had grown hazy as her train of thought derailed into all of the filthy ways Mizi could have her way with her, any and all thoughts of her essay topic long forgotten. She drummed her fingernails against the wood of her desk, trying to bring herself back to reality and focus on the task at hand, but the way Mizi was being so good for her, letting her just use her like this, and the way the strap sat so deliciously inside her, it was all just so… ah…
“Shit,” she whispered under her breath, hand moving to slam her laptop shut. The essay was going to have to wait after all.
“Sua? Why did you—”
“Don’t move.” She surprised herself with how harsh the words came out, not meaning for it to sound the way it did. She was already embarrassed enough that she changed her mind the first time, and didn’t want to let Mizi bask in the satisfaction of having torn her away from her work after all. Mizi was still going to have to uphold her end of the bargain, essay or not, and it was going to be on Sua’s terms. “Just—ah—just let me use you like this, m’kay?”
“God, yes, Sua.” Mizi’s voice was so shallow, so uncharacteristically submissive and shaky, and Sua could feel her own arousal mixing messily with the lube.
Sua moved her hands to either side of Mizi’s thighs, using her for leverage as she lifted her hips up and dropped herself back down hard.
“Hah—oh, oh my god…”
It was so fucking good, the silicone battering all of her nerve endings as she repeated the motions, the sensation so slick and hot that it made bouncing in Mizi’s lap so easy, so perfect. She could hear her ass making such soft, yet obscene slapping sounds against the skin of Mizi’s thighs, digging her nails into that tender flesh as she let herself go.
“Mm, yeah, isn’t this—ah—isn’t this what you wanted?” Sua breathed out, wanting to push Mizi’s buttons just a little, seeing how far she could take this. “To see me—mmph, fuck—s-see me take your cock like this?”
She felt Mizi tremble beneath her, wishing so badly she could see her girlfriend’s pretty face, imagining just how pathetic and restrained she knew she looked right then. “Holy shit, Sua…”
“It is, isn’t it?” Sua laughed between a moan, angling herself so the head of the strap would consistently ram against her g-spot, clawing at Mizi so desperately she worried she might cause her to bleed. “You’re being so good for me, so—hah—good, Mizi…”
The sensation was so incredibly mind numbing, almost bringing her to the tears of pleasure she always shed when Mizi fucked her, but it wasn’t quite enough to make her finish. Everything about this was euphoric—the control she had over Mizi, the feeling of the strap so heavy inside of her, each and every press bringing her an unbelievable amount of pleasure—but she wanted her orgasm to hit her sooner rather than later. She didn’t think Mizi could go much longer without moving in some way, and she really didn’t want to have to call it off because Mizi broke her end of the deal.
She removed her right hand from Mizi’s thigh and brought two of her fingertips to her clit, pressing down and circling herself mercilessly as she switched her bouncing to grinding. Combined with the new sensation on her clit, the dildo was scraping against that perfect spot just right, tears threatening the inner corners of her eyes. The pleasure began coiling dangerously, winding tightly in her lower stomach as her moans grew louder, gasping out short little pants of air.
“Ah, fuck, right t-there, right there, oh god—!”
She felt Mizi’s hands hover over her thighs, not quite touching, but the intention to try and take over was very clear. She used her left hand to swat them away without thinking, not wanting those hands on her at all, because fuck, Mizi was going to rail her after this if it killed her.
“Don’t move, don’t fucking move,” she gritted out, teetering on the edge of her release, “please don’t fucking move—please, please, please—Mizi!”
Her climax hit her so suddenly, so intensely, her pussy clenching wildly around the strap as a long, keening sob tore from her throat, unable to help the way her left hand squeezed Mizi’s thigh so hard she knew it was going to bruise. Her body twitched and shook with the force of it, pitiful little moans spilling from her lips as she rode out the waves of pleasure, slumping forward against the desk in a boneless heap once everything subsided.
Wow. That was—that was really good, Sua decided. Something she came up with on a whim, but something she enjoyed way more than she thought she would, even if the initial plan backfired. Sua, honestly, liked being a little in control for once, understanding just why Mizi loved it so much. Speaking of Mizi…
The poor girl’s voice was so far away, sounding almost underwater when she spoke up behind her. “U-um… can I touch you now?”
Sua giggled lightly, taking one of Mizi's hands in hers as she lightly ran her thumb over it. “I think I’ll die if you don’t. Help me to the bed?”
Mizi didn’t have to be asked twice, eager palms sliding her carefully off of the strap as she maneuvered her towards the bed, both women ultimately leaving that abandoned essay for a (very disgruntled) future Sua.