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Mafuyu woke up with a start. She woke up without her girlfriend in her arms and she was immediately worried. Usually, she would wake up before Ena and would have her in her arms. So this was weird.
The purple-haired girl rose from her lying position and yawned, looking around to see if her girlfriend was at least in the room. She wasn’t. But the door opened a crack, and a smell emitted from the outside. Was Ena making breakfast? She doesn’t cook though…it’s not like she can’t, she just wouldn’t. Her excuse is that Mafuyu’s cooking is better even though the lyricist can’t taste her own food.
Mafuyu grudgingly got up from bed and walked over to the door, opening it. The kitchen was right across from the bedroom, so the purplette could indeed see who was in the kitchen, and it was a short-haired brunette. Without making a sound, Mafuyu walked over to Ena and hugged her from behind, which scared the girl.
“Ena…what’s for breakfast?”
“Jeez, Mafuyu, you scared me!” Ena sighed.
“Sorry,” the artist knew she didn’t mean it, but she guessed she would let it slide, considering the lyricist just woke up.
“It’s alright, just warn me next time, okay?” Mafuyu nodded silently and rested her head on the girl’s shoulder. “I’m making your mom’s signature dish, which was one of your favs, right?” She felt the purplette nod and she smiled. “It’s also Christmas, Mizuki and Kanade are coming over to celebrate, but before that, I want to give you your present early.”
“There’s no need for a gift, I already have mine in my arms.”
Ena rolled her eyes. “Go clean up and I’ll call you when breakfast is ready!” Being the idiot she is, Mafuyu complied and left, not without a kiss though.
When she came back, Ena was sitting on the stool with two plates and her phone in hand—probably taking pictures for her instagram. “Ena, how come you have pancakes and I have my mother’s signature dish?” Ena looked up and turned to her.
“Your food doesn’t…look good, no offense.”
Mafuyu shook her head. “None taken.”
She sat next to her girlfriend and picked up her fork and started eating while Ena poured syrup all over her pancakes. One by one, the pancakes disappeared. And so did the other plate of food. Soon, they were both done.
“We’re finished, what’s my present now?”
Ena laughed and she picked up both of the plates and put them in the sink, pouring water onto them so they don’t get dry. “I thought you didn’t want a gift because according to you, ‘I already have my gift in my arms’.”
“Well I changed my mind, so what?”
Over the past years, Mafuyu has become incredibly sassy, probably as a result of finding her true personality. But being sassy made Ena way madder at her than usual. Of course, when the brunette confronted her about it, Mafuyu said, “so what if you’re mad?”
“Ha, are you sure you’re ready?” Ena asked, leaning against the counter, eyeing the lyricist. “'cause it’s kind of big, and long.”
“It’s just a present, so it shouldn’t be too big,” Mafuyu insisted. “Besides, Mizuki and Kanade are supposed to come over soon, right? So it isn’t supposed to be too long, yet you’re asking me if I'm ready for it to be big and long.”
“You’re a smart girl, huh…” it wasn’t a question. Mafuyu shrugged.
Ena smirked and suddenly she was leaning over the taller girl, who was still sitting down luckily, and kissing her hard. Her nose fits comfortably between hers. The brunette felt Mafuyu’s breath hitch, but that would be the case since her girlfriend just kissed her out of nowhere. But soon, she held Ena’s hips and pulled her onto her lap, which the artist didn’t have in mind.
“M-Mafuyu—!” Ena said, trying to get her attention.
“So, this is my gift?” She asked, her voice low. This made the brunette blush furiously. She couldn’t speak, so she just nodded. “You mentioned it was long—oh.”
And that's when she felt it, something inside of Ena’s shorts. It was long and hard. Mafuyu immediately knew what it was. “When did you buy it?” Ena looked away.
“Um, before we dated—like a few weeks before? It was originally for myself…but later I realized it came with a harness, so after we started dating, I fantasized about using it on you…but I didn’t know how comfortable you were with intercourse, so I held back…”
“Why did you not try and communicate with me? I thought that was the most important part of a relationship.”
“I tried but you brushed me off…most likely not on purpose, but y’know.”
Mafuyu hummed and looked at the clock on the wall—it read 11:25. They had about two hours before Mizuki and Kanade came over. So the purplette got up, carrying Ena in her arms, and went over to their shared bedroom, where she sat on the bed. “You’re topping?” She asked, looking up at the brunette.
“Y-yeah…” it felt weird planning sex, usually they wouldn’t even know they were going to have sex before Mafuyu trailed her hand up and down the artist’s side… Ena threw both of her legs on either side of her girlfriend’s hips, straddling her lap just as she did a few minutes prior. Without much thinking, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against the waiting one of the other girl. With that, Ena pushed Mafuyu down, falling onto the bed with her.
The brunette kissed Mafuyu’s jaw and down her neck, leaving love bites as she went. Mafuyu gasped and whined. “Ena—“ she whispered but was interrupted by the strap pressing against her thigh. “—hurry up, please.”
Ena clicked her tongue and shook her head. “Patience is a virtue,” she said, knowing that would get Mafuyu riled up. Though, Ena did hurry up, by unzipping the jacket she changed into after her shower. But Mafuyu stopped her. “What’s wrong? Do you not want this?”
“I do, it’s just…it’s cold, can we go under the blankets?” She requested. Ena just stared at her and sighed happily, she was scared that her girlfriend had changed her mind. She grabbed the blanket and threw it over them and immediately the warmth hit them.
Ena slowly took off the jacket and threw it on the floor, they could clean before their friends got here. Next was the girl’s pants, though it was difficult to take them off fully because of the blanket, she managed by having pooled around her feet. All that was left was her underwear and bra, Mafuyu wasn’t wearing a shirt under her jacket. “Ah, you look beautiful as always, Mafuyu.”
Mafuyu turned away with a blush on her face. “Stop flattering me.”
Ena giggled and unclasped her bra, it meeting the same fate as the jacket. At last, the purplette’s supple breasts were out in the open. The brunette pinched and flicked them, causing a sound to emit from the taller girl.
Ena used her other hand to play with the other breast. “Ena, I don’t need this, I—I need actual—oh.”
The brunette’s hand trailed down to Mafuyu’s already-drenched underwear, pressing down on the cotton with intent. “Is this what you want?” Ena asked, circling her finger around. “For me to fuck the daylights out of you?”
“Yes,” Mafuyu sighed, “yes, please .”
Ena laughed breathlessly and slid the girl’s underwear aside, slowly entering her heat with her two fingers. The lyricist threw her head back and dug her nails into Ena’s back, leaving moon-crescent marks. “Ena…” she softly moaned. “Please.”
The brunette smiled and twisted her fingers while curling them. She then started pumping them out as fast as she could, not paying attention to her own arousal. “Ena—this is probably the worst Christmas present you could give me,” Mafuyu finally got out. “You’re not using the actual present—“
“You’re enjoying this though, no?” Ena smirked, pulling out her digits, and watched how her girlfriend’s juices dripped down her fingers. “Of course you are, what am I saying? Just look at how much you stained my fingers,” the artist stuck her fingers inside Mafuyu’s mouth and she sucked them without needing to be asked. “Aw, what a good girl, sucking them without me asking. But, you wouldn’t have done it if you didn’t stain them, bad girl, aren’t you?”
Mafuyu squirmed in her spot.
The brunette got up momentarily to pull her shorts down and her underwear, revealing the strap-on. It wasn’t big nor was it small, and Ena got back to her position above the girl, using her forearms to hold herself up. She used one hand to guide the silicon cock to Mafuyu’s lips. “Are you okay right now, Mafuyu?”
“Yes, put it in already.”
She shrugged and listened, pushing past her hymen. Mafuyu gasped and dug her nails deeper into her girlfriend’s shoulder blades. “You okay?” The lyricist nodded.
“I’m fine. Just move.”
Ena rolled her eyes. “Tch, looks like you haven’t changed even though you’re in the most vulnerable position.”
Mafuyu glared at the artist, she smiled and started moving. It hurt like hell. The burn trailed up the purplette’s body and grimaced. But over time, the pain disappeared, and it turned into pleasure, and little moans came out of Mafuyu. Ena lowered herself so she could fully lay on the girl, resting her head in her neck. “Is this good, Mafuyu? Is this everything you wanted?”
She didn’t respond right away, but when the brunette sucked on her skin and gasped out. “Yes. Oh yes. The best Christmas present ever—“
“Hah…” Ena breathed, feeling a bit worn out by all the thrusting. “Are you close? Oh please tell me you are…”
“I’m close, Ena, I’m so close—AH!”
With a particularly hard thrust, Mafuyu arched into Ena, whispering her name. Though she was loud during sex, when orgasming she was quiet, which Ena had talked about multiple times, but the conversation didn’t go too far because Mafuyu said that it was a habit of hers and that it’ll go away.
Ena slowed down as Mafuyu held her hips tightly. The brunette pulled out and sighed, unstrapping the strap on and quickly wiping it with some baby wipes on their nightstand used for aftercare. She put the silicon cock back in the dresser and used some of the wipes to clean Mafuyu’s used sex. “Are you proud of your Christmas present?” Ena asked, looking up at the purplette. She just nodded. She looked dazed, she was looking off into space and her eyes seemed to drift off. “Ah, you were always senseless after orgasms…seems like that didn’t change even with a strap-on.”
“Ena…”
“Yes?” She replied, throwing the wipes away in the trash can close to their bed.
“Cuddles?” Mafuyu reached her arms out.
Ena scratched the back of her head. “Ah, I don’t know…Mizuki and Kanade are coming over soon, and—“
“Please? We don’t have to sleep, I just want you in my arms.”
With a little bit of begging, Ena ultimately sighed and joined her girlfriend in bed, spooning her, which is rare.