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The first time it happens, Ena gets a little scared of herself.
To be fair to her, she’s had a shit week – she was late with not one, not two, but three deadlines for three different courses. On top of that, Mizuki had also been busy with her final project for her course focused on tulle fabric. The whole week, the both of them had barely even interacted. Their cramped apartment had become a battle ground – dishes piled up in the sink, smelly and slimy, the fridge emptied and neither of them had time to stock it back up.
Their apartment is small – a small open kitchen connected to the small living room, a small bedroom, and a very, very small “studio”, if it could even be called that. Upon moving in, they quickly realized that they both needed the studio for their assignments. So, they decided to turn the studio into Ena’s atelier, and sacrificed the bedroom to be Mizuki’s sewing room. That left them without a bedroom, but the issue was quickly fixed with an efficient trip to a furniture store, where they got a pull-out couch. It wasn’t the most comfortable solution, but they made do. And anyway, they barely even used that when under a deadline, such as the past week. Ena has a small beanbag “couch” in her “atelier”, and Mizuki still has their old bed in the “sewing room” (though it’s almost unusable, since it’s always covered in pins and needles and fabrics of all kinds. Ena has no idea how Mizuki can sleep on it sometimes.)
So, all in all, Ena has had a shit week. Her back is sore after sleeping on the awful beanbag couch thingy, she has slept maybe a grand total of fifteen hours in eight days, and every time she closes her eyes, all she has been able to see today was the still-life oil painting that she had to redo four times. She is sure she can never touch tomatoes ever again – she will forever associate them with the smell of oil paint and harsh criticism and being away from Mizuki for over a week.
And now that they are both free, they have spent the whole day cleaning the mess they left behind and Ena is just exhausted. Mizuki (the stamina freak!) still had enough energy to go to the store and cook them dinner, and now that they are finally back in their shared (pull-out) bed, she is trying to get Ena to fuck her.
Ena wants to sleep, honestly, but she has barely even seen Mizuki for a whole week, and the more Mizuki touches her, the more Ena wakes up. Soon, she won’t sleepy at all anymore.
“Enaa…” Mizuki begs, rubbing her head under her chin as she insistently pushes in her hand the small bottle of lube that typically lives in the folds of their couch.
“Ah, mou, you’re so needy…” Ena complains, though she still grabs the lube and kisses Mizuki’s forehead. Mizuki beams up at her and leans over to grab the box they keep in the space underneath the couch – it’s not like they ever close the pull-out, unless they have guests. In which case, the colorful box is stashed in the back of their closet under a mountain of clothes.
“Ugh, what are you getting now… It’s late. I’m exhausted.”
“Hmm… then I guess I’ll have to do all the work.”
“That’d be nice,” Ena says around a yawn.
Mizuki comes to sit next to Ena with the box in her lap.
“You’re no fun…” Mizuki complains under her breath as she peruses their collection, and Ena shrugs. She can be plenty fun when not sleep-deprived.
“Alright, this then.” Mizuki gets her favorite strap from the box and Ena rolls her eyes.
“If you want that, then yes, you will have to do all the work.”
“Boo, spoilsport” says Mizuki, though she’s smiling.
She quickly shoves the box to the floor and eagerly takes off her shirt and panties. Then, she kneels between Ena’s legs to secure the strap on her. Ena refuses to move much. She kind of wants to see how much Mizuki wants it. Judging by her huffing and puffing and the quick, desperate movements of her hands, she wants it quite a lot. Good, Ena thinks with a smile, which doesn’t go unnoticed.
“You’re having fun,” Mizuki grumbles, tightening the harness a bit more than it warrants.
“Well, I should be getting something out of this too, shouldn’t I?”
She hands Mizuki the lube back and Mizuki pouts.
“You won’t even do that for me?” She begs, batting her stupidly long eyelashes at her like a kicked puppy.
Ena shakes her head. “Nuh-uh. Show me what a good girl you are for me.”
Mizuki grins devilishly, and Ena frowns. What-
All the breath leaves Ena’s lungs as Mizuki straddles her waist and hovers over the strap.
“Wait, you need to prep-”
Leaning a bit forward, Mizuki reaches between her legs and very slowly, almost teasingly, slides a plug out without breaking eye contact with Ena for a second, an impish smile on her pretty features.
“When-”
“Hehe, this morning, when you were complaining I was hogging the bathroom. I’m all prepped already.”
Mizuki squeezes some of the lube over the strap and gives it a good stroke. Ena can’t breathe. Mizuki is mental.
“Wait, wait-”
Mizuki ignores her and sinks down. Ena hisses at the sensation of the toy rubbing against her clit as Mizuki’s hips come into contact with her thighs.
Mizuki moans loudly, clearly a bit in pain but mostly blissed-out. She braces herself on Ena’s shoulders, and Ena can see her face too clearly, now – Mizuki’s mouth is hanging open, sweat is already gathering on her forehead, her eyes squeezed shut. Ena is starting to feel weird – she has barely slept for a week, and everything seems like a dream, right now. Her hands, which had instinctively grabbed Mizuki’s hips without her even realizing, start digging into Mizuki’s skin. She knows she must be hurting her, and applies even more force – Mizuki seems to like it, when she leaves bruises. Mizuki hisses, biting her lower lip.
Ena can tell Mizuki is overwhelmed – not only they have barely even seen each other for a week, but they actually haven’t used any of their straps for at least three weeks. Ena suddenly feels like she does not want Mizuki to ride her as she lies there. She’s not sleepy anymore, anyway.
“You… you wanted it that badly, huh?” She asks gently, tucking Mizuki’s long hair behind her ears. Mizuki nods, whining low in her throat, her lips pressed together. The sight is turning Ena on, and she squeezes her legs.
“So badly you can’t even move?” Ena teases, rolling her hips a bit.
“Ah-ah, s-st-op, g-give me a-”
Ah… Ena loves it when Mizuki can’t speak. She bends her knees, causing Mizuki to emit small, guttural sounds as her whole body falls forward. Their foreheads knock against each other, Mizuki’s breath all but driving Ena insane as it meets the skin of her face, hot and humid. Ena grabs Mizuki’s hips again as Mizuki (breathing heavy and almost sobbing already) digs her fingers deeper into the fabric of Ena’s shirt.
“You haven’t been a very good girl tonight, Mizuki… You’ve been quite bad,” Ena growls, though her tone stays sweet. At her words, Mizuki shakes her head against Ena’s forehead.
“Yes, you have. Very bad – you don’t let me sleep and say you’ll do all the work and look at you. You can’t even move,” she coos mockingly.
“S-sorry,” Mizuki gasps.
“Hmm, but you know what’s worse, Mizuki?”
Mizuki doesn’t answer, and Ena pinches her hips, hard, making Mizuki yelp.
“Answer me.”
“N-no, I-I don’t know what- wor-… what’s w-worse, s-sorry…”
Mizuki is so cute, right now, Ena is going to explode.
“The worst thing is that you prepped yourself all alone, in secret, and didn’t even let me watch.”
Mizuki moans loudly.
“S-sorry-yy.”
Her voice is shaky – Ena suddenly realizes Mizuki is already close. Even though Ena has barely touched her. Ena’s brain is feeling tingly, like it’s melting, and she’s losing herself.
“I think you need to be punished. It’s only fair, no?”
“Nghhh…” Mizuki drawls out. She’s almost completely gone.
“Say… What does Mizuki want?”
“I-I… I…”
Ena grins up at Mizuki, though she can barely see her face, so close together as they are.
“Say it, Mizuki.”
“Pl-please, Ena, please…”
Mizuki gasps as the words die on her lips.
“Please what? I can’t read your mind, baby.”
She can. She knows exactly what Mizuki wants. But she’s starting to enjoy this. A lot. She’s usually so careful, with Mizuki. She always has been. And even when they had sex a bit more roughly or Ena has been a bit more bossy, Ena has never really… made her wait too much, or teased her for too long. Especially when she can see that Mizuki is almost at her limit, like now. Yet, Ena cannot stop. She feels like she wants absolute control over Mizuki – it’s scary, almost alarming. But she cannot help it.
“Please,pleaseplease, I need… I need you to m-move… a-and t-touch m-my cl-clit…”
“Oh, baby you did so well,” Ena settles her hands on Mizuki’s cheeks to lift her face so she can look at her reaction to the praise. Mizuki whines loudly, her hips jerk forward, and her face looks… God, Ena would want to paint it over and over and over. “Such a brave girl you are, so strong. Telling mommy what she wants.”
Mizuki’s eyes go wide at the word ‘mommy’, which Ena had no intention to slip out. It just rolled off her tongue. Judging by Mizuki’s reaction, she enjoyed it. Despite a short wave of embarrassment at her own lewdness, Ena vows to say it again, say it more, if it means Mizuki will look that aroused. Mizuki squeezes her eyes shut again as Ena runs her hands on her back.
“You were so brave, baby… But, if I do that… well, it will barely be a punishment, no?”
Mizuki opens her teary eyes to shoot Ena a desperate, needy glance that causes Ena’s body to catch on fire.
“You prepped without me, you keep me up, and now you beg me to fuck you… Such a spoiled brat. Tut tut.”
“E-Ena…” Mizuki begs, her head lolling forward.
“Oh, baby, you sound so desperate… So cute... You really are the cutest girl in the world.”
Mizuki’s noises are filling Ena with a desire so thick, it clamps down on her throat. She wants to wreck Mizuki, tonight.
“Let’s do this, Mizuki. You do need a lesson, but I think you also deserve a reward for being so strong and brave and telling me what you want like a good girl. So, let’s compromise, okay?”
“H-hoow…” Mizuki drawls out, her jaw slack. Ena smiles at the sight.
“I’ll fuck you…” Ena whispers, lightly jerking her hips upwards. Mizuki almost screams.
“A-aah, yes, yes, moremore, plea-pleaaase.”
“…But. I won’t touch your clit, and you won’t either.”
Mizuki opens her eyes. She’s properly crying, now, but her expression is almost unreadable. Ena suddenly feels bad, and she’s about to apologize when Mizuki’s hand quickly comes up to cover her mouth.
Ena is confused for maybe a total of three seconds. She stares into Mizuki’s pleading eyes trying to figure out what's going on and suddenly it clicks, and Ena shivers. Oh. Ena gets it now. Mizuki is not only enjoying this – she wants it. She wants Ena to punish her and dominate her. And Ena can’t break character now.
Alright, then.
Mizuki’s hand slides off Ena’s lips, but before it goes back to grip Ena’s shoulder, Mizuki hooks her thumb in Ena’s mouth. Ena lightly bites down on it, and Mizuki smiles through the tears – they understood each other. Ena can go ahead.
“Is that clear, baby?” she mumbles around Mizuki’s thumb. “No touching. No vibrators. No toys. Just me, fucking you.”
Mizuki whines and nods.
They have never tried this. Ena doesn’t even know if Mizuki can.
She wants to find out. She wants to find out very, very badly.
“Here we go, baby. Are you ready?”
Mizuki nods, a desperate little sound escaping from her throat as her hands fist the fabric of Ena’s shirt. Ena thinks she could probably come untouched herself, at this point. Mizuki is so hot, and her little noises are so endearing and seductive at the same time.
Ena teases Mizuki just a little longer – she lightly drags her fingernails down Mizuki’s spine, lightly scratching her a bit. Mizuki always loves it when she does that. And, true to herself, Mizuki moans and arches her back. Ena slows her descent, knowing how sensitive Mizuki’s waist is. Her touch grows even lighter, fainter, and she relishes Mizuki’s desperate little moans, the way she both jerks away from her touch and leans into it. The muscles in her abdomen keep flexing as her little clit throbs pathetically, like it’s begging Ena to touch it. She wants to – but she won’t.
Once her hands are on Mizuki’s hips, she inhales sharply, plants her feet into the couch cushions, and thrusts upwards just as she drags Mizuki down.
“Fu-uuck,” Mizuki whines loudly, too loudly – there is no way people outside can’t hear her.
“Cover your mouth for me, baby,” Ena gently commands as she thrusts up again. Mizuki’s hands obediently come up to stifle her obscene, near-pornographic sounds. Ena is losing her mind – she wants Mizuki to come even more undone. Absolutely wrecked. Debauched.
“Goood girl,” She praises her, and smiles when Mizuki’s whole body twitches and jerks in response to the praise. Ena keeps pumping her hips, even though her thighs are burning and her abs are starting to hurt – fucking Mizuki is a better work-out than going to the stupid gym.
Despite the fact that she is still dutifully covering her gaping mouth with both her hands, Mizuki’s noises only keep on getting louder.
“Ah, Mizuki, you’re being loud again… You need to try harder to be quiet or I’ll have to stop fucking you…” Ena teases her. It’s an empty threat – she wouldn’t stop even if the neighbors barged in. Or if the house caught on fire.
“N-noo, I’m- I’m s-sorry mommy,” Mizuki sobs, and Ena freezes. Granted, she was the one who first used the word, earlier, yet the effect of Mizuki calling her that is… Whatever little remnant of sanity was left in Ena’s brain evaporates in a single instant.
She thrusts up as hard as she can, and Mizuki’s head lolls forward as she clamps down on her own hand, biting it. Ena cants her hips more, knowing she’s now hitting Mizuki’s sweet spot with almost every hit – she can tell just by her noises, by the way her face looks.
Ena is quite gone by now, a slave to desire, but not gone enough that she doesn’t notice Mizuki’s other hand sneakily reaching for her demanding clit. Ena immediately stops moving and grabs both her wrists.
“What are you trying to do, hmm?”
“Pl-please I don’t think I can c-cum like this…”
“You can’t cum from mommy fucking you? Well, guess I’ll stop, then.”
“Nononono please, please… I’ll keep my hands to myself.”
“Hmm… I don’t trust you… Let’s try like this.”
Ena adjusts her grip on Mizuki’s wrists and thrusts up, even lifting her hips off the couch, as she drags Mizuki down by her arms, twisting them a bit behind her so that Mizuki won’t fall forward.
Oh, Mizuki has never been this loud. Ena does it again and again, mesmerized by Mizuki’s obscene screams and moans. Thing is, Ena is starting to hurt. And her movements are becoming less precise, so she’s scared of accidentally dislocating Mizuki’s shoulder or something. Maybe if they… Oh. Being horny always makes Ena a genius, she thinks.
“Baby, let’s change positions, ‘kay?”
“Nghhh,” Mizuki complains.
Ena helps her ease off the strap, and shakes her head at the way Mizuki winces – she’s such an idiot. Prepping herself with just a small plug and then picking the second thickest strap they have. Eager and greedy, that’s what Mizuki is. And that’s exactly how Ena likes her. Ena finally takes her shirt off, and doesn’t miss the way Mizuki’s teary eyes linger on her chest – Mizuki has always been obsessed with her boobs, for some reason.
“Okay baby, on your knees now.”
Mizuki sluggishly complies, clearly a bit out of it. She braces herself against the arm of the couch, breathing heavy, waiting for her. Ena kisses her back, eliciting tremors and goosebumps and little yelps.
She smears some more lube on the strap, giving it a few strokes as she stares at the planes of Mizuki’s back, her muscles shifting and twitching under her pale, sweaty skin. She’s trembling all over, waiting for Ena to fuck her. Adorable.
“Are you ready for me, baby?”
Mizuki nods, and Ena smiles at her clear desperation. She places both hands on Mizuki’s hips and drags her a bit backwards, away from the arm of the couch. Mizuki’s hands fall on the pillow. Ena drags one fingernail up Mizuki’s spine, from her sacrum to her nape. Mizuki moans quietly, her elbows wobble and give out pathetically. Good, that was Ena’s goal. She firmly wraps her hand around Mizuki’s nape and pushes her down, smashing the side of her face into the pillow as her other hand presses down at the small of Mizuki’s back to make her spine arch a bit more. Ah, Mizuki is perfect like this – with her tear-stained face as she looks up at Ena from the corner of her eyes, breathing heavy and digging her fingernails into nothing as she arches her back more and more, to please Ena.
“Here we go, baby. Stay exactly like this. Gorgeous.”
Ena raises herself a bit better. She places one hand on Mizuki’s hip and the other around the strap so that she can guide it as she slowly enters her again. Mizuki lets out a throaty, needy little sound, and Ena is mesmerized by the way Mizuki turns to burrow her face into the pillow. This is already great, but it is only half of Ena’s master-plan.
She picks up her discarded t-shirt and places it right above Mizuki’s sacrum. Mizuki turns around to shoot her a confused glance. Ena simply smiles and reaches for Mizuki’s arms. She drags her fingers down from shoulder to wrist. Mizuki is shivering, letting out little anticipatory sighs as she instinctively bucks her hips a little. Once Ena has a secure hold on her slender wrists, she pulls them back just as she thrusts her hips forward.
“Fffuck,” Mizuki wheezes, as her head lolls forward.
Ena fucks her like this, for a bit – pulling her back by the wrists as she slowly rocks into her. But if there is something Ena loves, that’s holding Mizuki down. And she cannot do that if both her hands are occupied. After the sixth slow thrust, she gently twists Mizuki’s arms behind her back so that her elbows are jutting out and her forearms are near each other.
“W-whatcha…”
“Is it okay if I tie you up a little?”
They have never done this, either. Lots of new experiences, tonight. Ena is starting to get seriously scared of herself. But the sight of Mizuki with her arms behind her back is so arousing, that all and any contrivance she might have is being pushed aside by raw, blinding arousal.
In any case, it doesn’t seem like she has to worry. At the word ‘tie’, Mizuki’s body shakes violently, and she lets out a guttural moan that intensifies Ena’s desire tenfold.
“Hmm- hmm,” Mizuki nods, unable to even verbalize her consent. Oh, Ena is going to eat her alive.
Ena uses her t-shirt to clumsily tie Mizuki’s forearms together. If Mizuki wanted to, she could get out of the knot easily – but that isn’t the point. The point is that now Ena can keep both of Mizuki’s hands safely far away from her throbbing clit using only one of her own hands, so that she can run the other up Mizuki’s spine and press down on her nape as she fucks Mizuki senseless.
Ena cannot look away from the side of Mizuki’s face as she gets completely lost in her pleasure – her eyes are squeezed shut, her pretty features keep contorting with every thrust, her mouth is hanging open and some saliva is dribbling out. Ena is so turned on, she might cum just looking at her. But she needs to focus on Mizuki, right now. She presses her down harder and keeps the rhythm of her thrusts uneven, relishing in Mizuki’s moans and gasps whenever she goes in a bit more roughly than before, or teasingly slow. Then, once she can sense Mizuki is at her limit, she picks up a steady and relentless pace. Mizuki’s soft, desperate gasps, rising more and more in pitch, are the cutest thing Ena has ever heard.
“I-I’m gonna-”
Oh, Mizuki is about to cum. That’s not good – Ena can’t even see her face very well, and she definitely cannot see her clit. She refuses to miss Mizuki’s first untouched orgasm. She’d be an idiot to miss it like that. She immediately stops moving, and when Mizuki tries to grind back against her with a frustrated whine, Ena firmly pushes her down by her nape, pressing her face into the pillow as she slowly slides out of her.
“N-no, pleaase,” Mizuki begs, her voice raw and broken. Ena gently shushes her as she pets her back.
“I’m so sorry baby.” She tries to sound as sorry as she feels, for Mizuki really did sound at her utmost limit just now, and she’s currently dramatically sobbing in the pillow and kicking her legs against the couch cushion in frustration.
“I’m sorry,” Ena coos again, untying Mizuki and helping her stand up, kissing her back the whole time. Mizuki’s body is loose and pliant, like she’s a rag doll. She’s still heaving some sobs, but less.
Ena really has to use all her strength to rearrange their positions so that now she’s sitting up, legs stretched out, and Mizuki is sitting in her lap.
“One last time baby, okay? Forgive me. I wanted to see your pretty face.”
Mizuki nods, and Ena doesn’t miss the little smile and blush that appear on her tear-stained face. She sniffles a bit, and then raises herself above the strap, bracing herself on Ena’s shoulder.
“That’s it, baby… You’re so patient, so good…” Ena cannot resist praising her as she wipes away her tears and tucks her hair behind her ears. Mizuki is trembling – overstimulated and needy.
Ena blindly reaches for the lube just as Mizuki repositions herself so that she’s squatting right above the strap. Ena squeezes the lube on her hand and gives the strap a few good strokes, making sure it’s slick enough. She wipes her hand on the sheets and grabs Mizuki’s hips.
“Easy now,” Ena whispers – Mizuki is trying to sink down a bit too fast, and Ena is purposefully slowing down her movements to keep her waiting a bit longer. Finally, once Mizuki is fully seated, Ena hugs her to herself as Mizuki wraps her legs around her waist. They begin rocking against each other and fuck, this is one of Ena’s favorite ways to fuck Mizuki. It’s so… intimate, romantic. Mizuki is hugging her close, one arm bent behind Ena’s nape, the fingers of her other hand tangled in Ena’s hair. Mizuki is breathing in her neck – hot and needy puffs of air accompanied by the maddening sensation of her lips opening and closing as she gasps, brushing against Ena’s sensitive skin.
Ena pushes Mizuki slightly away – she needs to create some distance between them, for Ena really wants to see Mizuki cum untouched, and she wants a good view. Ena watches Mizuki shamelessly fuck herself on the strap, her tits bouncing right in front of Ena’s face. She still remembers when they first started dating, and Mizuki’s chest was only beginning to grow in. Progress has been slow but steady, in the past five years, and Mizuki is now almost (almost) a B-cup, and Ena is a simple girl. They’re bouncing right in her face, after all.
Unable to resist, and wraps her lips around one of Mizuki’s erect nipple, licking and sucking the salty skin around it as Mizuki throws her head back as she arches her spine, pushing her chest even closer to Ena.
Ena presses against Mizuki’s back with her open palms just as she rocks her hips at a faster pace. She tries to look up at Mizuki without having to let go of Mizuki’s tit, and knows her fingernails are digging maybe a bit too roughly in the skin of Mizuki’s back – she doesn’t care. She knows Mizuki. She knows her so well. She knows all her sounds and what they mean. And her little breathless gasps, desperate and high-pitched as she attempts to call Ena’s name are a tell-tale sign she’s about to cum.
Ah, Ena wishes it could last a bit longer. But she’s also really glad she can finally witness Mizuki’s first untouched orgasm.
She ruefully lets go of Mizuki’s tit, and leaves a strand of thick saliva connecting Mizuki’s hard nipple and her bottom lip. She looks up and sees Mizuki is staring, jaw slack, eyes wide. Oh, it’s a matter of seconds.
“Cum for me, baby,” Ena whispers, rocking her hips as she pulls Mizuki down, hands on her waist.
“Mhmm…”
“Just like that, baby, come on, cum for me.”
“Aa-ah..!”
Mizuki curls forward, and Ena quickly reaches out to cradle her jaw in her hands, both to keep her upright but also to make sure there’s some distance between their faces – Ena doesn’t want to miss it. Not a single second of it.
Mizuki’s body spasms violently as a high-pitched whine Ena has never heard her make escapes her gaping mouth. She looks completely unraveled, ravished, her face contorts in pleasure like those statues of the saints Ena remembers looking at in her art history classes. Fuck, Ena has never been more turned on in her lif-
Oh, she’s wrong. Because when she looks down at Mizuki’s little clit and notices it’s still spurting out, and that the fluid is basically clear, Ena feels like she just got possessed. She takes a deep breath.
Ena gives Mizuki a few seconds to calm her breathing down after such an intense orgasm – she looks absolutely spent. Fucked-out and almost unresponsive, her body won’t stop quivering. Ena tucks her hair behind her ears with one hand as she cradles her jaw with the other.
“All done?”
Mizuki nods, her eyes drooping closed. Ena kisses her cheek. “There’s a good girl.”
Very slowly, Ena helps Mizuki ease off the strap. She unbuckles the harness and unceremoniously throws everything on the floor – she’ll wash it and disinfect it tomorrow. She carefully helps Mizuki lie down on the gross, sticky sheets, and tenderly brushes her bangs out of her face. Mizuki looks exhausted. But Ena isn’t done – something deep, something scary, is calling out to her. And she’s trying her best to keep the beast locked away.
“You did amazing, Mizuki,” she murmurs, kissing her all over her face. “You’ve never looked cuter.”
“Hmmm,” Mizuki croons. “Even cuter than when I act like a kitty cat?”
“Pfft, idiot.”
With a tired smile and weak hands, Mizuki paws at the air. “Nyaa~”
Ena playfully shoves Mizuki’s face away as they both chuckle. She lifts herself a bit, each hand at either side of Mizuki’s head. Mizuki is so beautiful, right now, as she smiles tiredly up at Ena, her eyes full of devotion and still shiny with tears. Ena looks away. They gotta clean a bit before going to sleep. Also, Ena has some self-reflection to do. She’s scaring herself, right now. She’s been scaring herself all evening.
Just as Ena is about to stand up, Mizuki makes grabby hands at her.
“I-I don’t think you, you know, finished so…”
Ah, whatever.
Ena launches herself at Mizuki, lifting her up a bit so she can wrap both her arms around her torso. Mizuki lets out a little surprised yelp, but when Ena kisses her, she kisses back with the same intense desperation, her hands tangling in Ena’s hair. They move until Ena can grind against Mizuki’s thigh while kissing her.
When Mizuki comes up for air, Ena buries her face in her shoulder.
“You… You came untouched… It looked like you were squirting… You were so hot, baby,” Ena gasps in Mizuki’s ear, making Mizuki moan and hug her closer.
“I did that… Made you squirt… I did. No one else. Me.” She’s basically growling at this point, like a possessive dog, and she couldn’t care less.
“Yes, yes…”
“You’re mine, mineminemine….”
Ena bites Mizuki’s earlobes, her jaw, her neck. She wants to leave marks, to prove Mizuki is hers, that Ena can make Mizuki squirt untouched, that she can unravel her to the core.
Just the memory of how Mizuki looked as she came, earlier, is enough to tip Ena over the edge. She’s usually not very loud, but tonight she cannot stop heaving deep moans and whines as she cums, shuddering violently the whole time – her vision goes white.
Mizuki holds her as Ena rides her orgasm out, shamelessly rubbing her slick pussy all over Mizuki’s flexed thigh.
“Fffuck, Mizuki,” she grunts in a deep, guttural voice she has very rarely heard herself emit. The aftershocks last uncharacteristically long.
Ena falls next to Mizuki, staring at the ceiling as her chest heaves – she cannot breathe.
‘Intense’ does not begin to cover what just happened. All Ena knows is that she’d rather sleep in the sticky, disgusting sheets than move a single centimeter. She also knows that something has been unlocked inside of her, and that she should probably lock it back up.
They’re both too exhausted to even say anything. They have had a rough week, a busy day, and the sex has completely drained both of them. Without speaking, knowing exactly what the other is feeling, they reposition so that Ena can spoon Mizuki under the duvet. They’re both out like a light in minutes.
“So. Uhm. About last night-”
Ena raises her hand to shut Mizuki up.
“Not a word.”
“It was nice.”
“That’s three words.”
“I wanna do it again.”
Ena chews her toast very carefully. Of course Mizuki wants to do it again. Reckless, eager, horny brat.
“You know, the weather has been nice lately.”
“Enaaa,” Mizuki whines, stretching herself all over the breakfast table.
“You almost spilled my coffee,” Ena complains with a little glare as she gets her mug out of the way.
“Enaaa… Please? I really… I really want it...”
“Want what?” Ena snaps.
“Fufufu, now you’re gonna make me feel all shy saying that out loud…”
“Well, if you of all people can’t say it out loud maybe it’s something we shouldn’t be doing.”
“Enanan… I want you to tie me up all good and nice and I want you to dom me real gooood,” Mizuki says with a cheeky grin. She doesn’t look embarrassed at all, actually. Menace.
Ena knows she’s blushing deep red, instead.
“I have always wanted to try… For so long…” Mizuki murmurs as she cutely purses her lips, drawing circles on the table with her finger.
Ena furrows her brow. “What? Since when?”
She’s not sure she buys it. Maybe Mizuki is just trying to manipulate her a bit just to tease her once Ena agrees.
“I saw… I used to watch…” Oh, now she’s blushing, “There were certain videos I used to watch where… Yeah. I always thought it seemed nice. Being all tied up and uhm. Used. Like that.”
Ena ignores the sharp wave of pleasure that goes straight to her crotch, obfuscating her mind. She can barely think.
“…Are you pulling my leg?”
“Nooo…”
“Huh,” is the only clever reply Ena’s brain comes up with.
“So…?”
Ena is thinking with her pussy, right now. Her brain has logged off for the day.
“Well… If you really wanna try something like BDSM, we’d need to research. Thoroughly. I don’t wanna hurt you. Uhm, we’re both free today so…”
Mizuki’s eyes sparkle as she smiles at Ena, looking positively giddy.
“I’ll get the laptop. Oh, and my credit card.”
“Wait, why-”
Ena’s voice dies down at the sight of Mizuki’s back disappearing in her sewing room. She’s probably going to convince Ena to buy all kinds of BDSM equipment.
Ena will have to refuse, for a bit.
But she guesses she could give in, with the right amount of insistence. The future looks bright. And only mildly terrifying.