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Mizuki has a problem. She knew she had a problem very well and the only thing she ever did to cope with her horniness and sexual fantasies was jerk off or beg to Ena fuck her like Mizuki knew would shut her libido down for at least 1 week. Mizuki loves Ena. Loves her too much to her sick mind get enough of her.
It was a Thursday night, the clock hits 2 a.m and Mizuki was late at night finishing the new nightcord mb
The only one that actually knew about her sick mind was Mafuyu that helps her out when she's overwhelming horny and depressed, like now.
> I can't take it anymore, mafuyu
> god, night existential crisis?
> nop, horniness.
The messages pop up late at night when Ena and Kanade where supposed to be offline on their discord— nightcord.
> what's the meaning then?
> i think is going bad again. I can't look at Ena’s face like this. Not when I'm imagining her drowning me on her boobs.
Mizuki contorns in the table feeling so but so disgusting. The small heat on her stomach being forced by her brain to shut down, her mind going over and over again at the same question, 'why am i like this?'
> I'm such a pervert
> don't say that, everybody has their preferences
Mizuki froze up slightly, swallowing hard before typing on her computer, dry and straightforward to Mafuyu.
> they're not preferences anymore. I feel like my self control would spill out of my hand at any second
She sighs and let her head fall into her desk. Her room were dark and cold with the window open, the only lightning being her turned on computer. She should be finishing nightcord's next music MV, not thinking about her girlfriend like that. She was doing so well. A week without Ena's fingers and masturbation is a huge thing, but of course it would turn into a snowball and crash out by the end of the week right? Her eyes just threatened to get watery before the discord 'plim' notification sound soothes through the room. At least mafuyu replied finally.
She lift her head from the table and look into their chat, nothing. Is she finally going mad? She looks at the right of their computer, Ena's icon. Fuck.
> Hey babe, Are you fr...
Mizuki froze in place seeing Ena's message.That bitch should be offline! She slowly drags the mouse to her chat, opening it up and showing the red not read messages.
> Hey babe, Are you free this friday? We could have a sleepover to watch something and just cuddle, it's gonna rain all day after all
Mizuki growls as a mix of frustration and guilt. When Ena types "just cuddle" she means they will not have sex, even if Mizuki begs for her. How could Mizuki face her girlfriend being like this? But how could she deny being close to her, having Ena stroking her hair? It was insane, and mafuyu wasn't answering for Mizuki even ask an advice for her.
Her face flushes up fervely and her fingers suddenly hold tighter on her mouse. It's confusingly disgusting and stressful. Mizuki don't want Ena to know, she doesn't want her girlfriend to finally finds out the creep, pervert side of her. She needs a distraction right? Anything to light up the mood.
Her fingers gently move the mouse and open up the editting tab, deciding what shades of red to use on the chorus, moving Ena's png drawing here and there, until another plim sounds out between the music.
Mizuki growls, why Mafuyu has to answer on the worst moments possible?
Oh it was Ena again, how perfect.
> I can see you online dumbass, stop editing the mv and answer me
Oh boy Ena's harshness makes Mizuki kick under her desk. Her fingers go again to the write bar, with trembling fingers and erasing her text over and over again.
> Yeah of course! What time should I arrive?
Even though her message was calm, she would gag and choke words if they were in person.
'Plim' Mizuki looks back at Ena’s chat, nothing. Looks around, mafuyu.
> ngl you need help Mizuki
—
It should be a normal night, shouldn't it? The weather was comfy, the rain was not too strong but not too light, the night embraced the streets, and her girlfriend snores on her chest. Why couldn't she control it? She's lucky that Ena is a heavy sleeper. Otherwise, she would already wake up with the movement on the bed of Mizuki’s thighs clenching with each other and her heavy, hot breath right on the brunnete's neck.
Mizuki's body feels on fire. It was insane how she could be so turned on without any stimulation, only her sick mind working. She had a kinky fluch covering her cheeks and neck and a painfully hard erection on her dick. Every thought of Ena's naked body spams on her mind, every time they fucked, every time Ena touched her. It was insane. Mizuki was going insane having the thought of Ena sleeping, or better, defenseless, right in front of her.
The devil must love prank Mizuki, or the parasite of sickness in her brain is really staving, because the only thought that's ever running on her stupid kinky mind is fucking Ena unconscious.
"Yeah but like still wrong asf. This is insane really" The small angel whispered in a fight with the little devil, only making Mizuki growl frustrated and pinch both out of her shoulder.
She has self control, of course she has. Every human has self control, even dogs have! She has to keep her mind in place for once and not do anything—
"Mmmhm..." —impulsive.
Did Ena just moan? No it was definitely a sleepy sound, she must be dreaming right? Well regardless Mizuki’s dick throbs and flows precum inside her panties, and the pathetic bulge just gets even clear through the thin nightgown.
She wants to feel Ena shivers while she rubs her fingers into her unconscious pink pussy. She wants to feel Ena's hot breath hitches on her skin. She wants to taste her, feel every inch of her and just then hold her close enough to listen to her heartbeat. It was sick. Her hand shakes, and her grip into her shoulder tightens itself slightly, her eyes wide as an owl.
Her face contours in frustration and arousal, and why Ena sleeps so easily faster than Mizuki? If Mizuki were asleep now, she wouldn't be suffering from a rock-hard dick and an unconscionable girlfriend.
She sighs deeply and slowly, carefully, almost hesitantly, moves Ena out of her chest and pulls her on the pillow, wrapping a blanket around her and instead of running to the bathroom like she would do, she stops.
Her head feels fuzzy, her fingers tremble while she stares at her sleeping girlfriend. Unconscious girlfriend, to be specific.
Her breath hits. Her body feels even hotter and she probably had precum slipping down her thighs, but her fingers still find it way to cup Ena's face, brushing her thumb on her cheek, feeling her warmth, the little sounds she makes while sleeping, her soft flawless thighs that clench and open up again from time to time, the way her small boobs goes up and down with her breath and her nipples perfectly marked through the nightgown—
—fuck. Mizuki ran to the bathroom and pants heavily behind the locked door, feeling her body going crazy with arousal.
—
Her face was burning red, and her eyes were unfocused, trying to find its way to reality, but her mind was on Ena's half-naked body sleeping and defenseless.
She drags herself into the sink and throws a bit of water into her face, not that it helped anything at all, her dick was still begging for release.
Mizuki lowers her face and passes her hand into her hair with a long sigh, feeling overwhelmed with the sensation and her messed up feelings. She felt disgusting, but still, her self control starts to slip from her hand. She felt filthy, but it was good.
Like her self-control, her hand moved down her shorts and panties without any hesitation, feeling her dick leaking precum until a wet mark appers on her panties. She was not wet. She was soaked from the thought of Ena.
Her hand starts to roughly stroke her own dick, going up and down. 'The good part of having a small dick is that you can stroke it faster,' they say.
She felt so, but so disgusting, yet her hand only goes faster and faster, like a desperate wild dog. The view of Ena's boobs going up and down with her breath marks her memory and keeps shouting to her, making her shivers and whimper. Her hand hold tighter on her dick and the thought of Ena doing a handjob on her flicks again, she moans softly into the sink, her legs wanting so bad to give up but she was not done.
Her other hand grips firmly on the sink, her body curved and lowered. She trembles and bites her lip until it tastes like copper to hold her moans.
Her thumb moves to stroke her wet tip while her other hand moves to her mouth, biting it down to feel the tiniest stimulation of pain.
"N-Ngh~— f-fuck—" she bites down harder. It was a good idea to use her masochist tendencies on herself. Her legs tremble, and her hand works faster, seeking so hard to break that tight knot deep inside of her stomach.
"E-Ena... m-mhm~!" She hold to herself a loud moan and finally feels her dick twiches and release the cumshot that were pressing her so much. She cums hard and barely see stars, her hand finally losing the tightness into the sink.
It would be perfect, only if the knot on her stomach werent still there. Mizuki’s eyes goes wide while cleaning her cum covered hand into the sink. The arousal burning heat was still there, and her dick wasn't fully soft, — fuck. — she thought.
How dare her own body make her suffer like that. It was torturous. She can't get enough. She could never get enough with her girlfriend on the bed. Her head gets fuzzy again, and the thought of the bare touch sounds better right now. Her self-control works hard, but it's not enough.
Her sweat runs down her forehead, and her thighs shake, but the sensation isn't as strong as before, right? Maybe if she tries to sleep again, she won't have to shoot another load into her underwear.
—
Mizuki walks back to the room, silently not to wake anyone. She walks through the hallway and opens the door gently, walking back to the bed wobbly and with a heavy breath.
She sits down on the bed with a small, tired sigh, grabbing the water bottle on the nightstand and taking a gulp of it, looking back to Ena with soft eyes
Until she noticed Ena was shirtless.
Of course Ena was shirtless, that bitch would throw out any piece of clothe if the room were hot enough.
Pale delicate skin exposed to the cool breath of the room, her breast looking directly at Mizuki with that oh so pinky nipples.
Mizuki frozes and keeps staring way too long, the water accidentally falling on her floor a bit. That makes her wake up from her transe and closes the water bottle with an awkward face.
"Oh. O-Okay, oh lord..." Her soft voice whispers out to herself with wide eyes and her flush going even redder, her dick already hard again seeing the shirtless brunnete. her shirtless brunnete.
She stays there, sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling her body creeps out and the last remains of self control explodes inside her.
She can't no longer resists, standing up slowly and her hand going under her shorts and panties with troubled thoughts.
Her mind was not okay with that, still her body was not listening to any commands, slowly giving a stroke through all her dick that makes her shivers and lower her head.
She supports her hand on the bed right aside Ena's thin and pale waist, not touching her directly. Even though if she touched, she probably wouldn't wake up, the though ran in Mizuki’s head and she takes a deep breath.
No, I can control it. She was lying to herself as soon her hand finds it's way to Ena's bare breast, feeling the warmth of her body right on her shaky hand.
The hand inside her panties goes up and down roughly, quickly, desperate for release. The room suddenly feels smaller and hotter, and Mizuki give Ena's breast a squeeze—
"Mmmm.." Another sleepy moan. Mizuki bite her lip again to hold a moan. She feels her stomach swings in disgust, but what does it matter when her hand is satisfying her dick so perfectly with the sight. Mizuki let a soft and acute whine, letting her head fall into Ena's shoulder and nuzzling against it, feeling Ena's breathe and chuckling in contrast of the lewd situation. she's so cute...
Her hand drops to her stomach, caressing it with her thumb and moving her hand faster, feeling that knot slowly gets loosen and feeling her back arching. It feels good. It shouldn't but Mizuki can't no longer care about how wrong it was.
"You're adorable..." Mizuki whispers, cupping her breast again while moving her hand roughly, rocking her hips feeling her dick twiches.
Her breath is heavy and a wet quiet moan leaves her mouth, "I just find you so adorable..." Her eyes rolls up and keep them squeezed.
Her head feels fuzzy and her view gets blurry, stroking herself until it makes wet small noises. She was close. God she was so close she would bark to Ena and exclaim that she was the ruler of her heart, unconsciously squeezing her breast again,
"Mmhm..." she moans again. God Mizuki barely saw stars. Her back arch and she hold back a acute and sharp moan, shutting her eyes and cumming hard for almost 10 seconds releasing the hot sticky cum out. Her vision went white and it took 7 minutes for her to get back from heaven, panting hard, breathlessly and sweaty.
"... I'm sorry..." Mizuki whispers to herself, still with her head on Ena’s neck, her hand dropping from her breast to the bed.
—
Mizuki cleans herself and compose herself again, crawling back to the bed besides Ena to finally get some sleep, feeling Ena attach herself into Mizuki again, hugging her protectively, and Mizuki thinks she's half asleep and just lean into her touch,
"I was awake, silly" Ena whispers as a tease on Mizuki’s ear