Natsukhristmas Part 2: White Christmas

pure wholesome part 1 here https://pastebin.com/Uj2nFT2V

>Basking in the warmth of the air and the glow of the Christmas tree, Christmas music once again played on the joyous holiday.
>However, you were no longer nestled up against Natsuki, and there was no fireplace on your television screen.
>Instead, the two of you were sitting slightly apart, locked in eternal combat.
>Fighting to prove superiority in Mash Mothers.
>Well, mostly to have fun, but still.
>After spending the morning opening presents, you visited your parents and the other members of your Book Club, delivering gifts to them along the way.
>Now that the two of you had returned home on this Christmas evening, you changed back into comfy pajamas, settled on the couch and began to enjoy the fruits of your labor, starting with watching some of the anime that 'Santa' had brought her before moving onto sparring in the viddy game you had gotten.
>Things were getting heated! Smack talk, curse words, and light jabs to your arm were thrown around as you battled your cupcake.
>In fact, this match had high stakes!
>Loser had to get up and make dinner while the winner could laze about and continue enjoying the gifts!
>She had picked the small orange rodent, Kikatchu, and you had picked the puppet boy, Gene.
>You initially figured she just chose the rat due to how cute he was, but she's showing considerable skill in handing your ass to you!
>Down to one life each, the two of you were on the edge of the sofa, controllers clacking in your hands as you deftly dodged each others attacks.
>Then, it happens.
>A Mash Cube, letting you use your ultimate attack. Getting it will surely decide victory!
>Jumping above the rat, you grab it, and begin to unleash hell.
>A massive beam attack is let loose from your puppet's arm toward the rat, and you shout in excitement.
>However, the rat jumps out of the way just in time, landing behind your puppet and charging up a Mash attack as the animation of your whiffed beam continues.
>"Hah, gotcha, fucker!" Natsuki yells at the top of her lungs, standing up from the couch and leaning forward towards the screen.
"Wait, hold on!" Your cries fall on deaf ears, as the rat smacks your puppet with all of it's might, sending it careening off the stage and declaring Kikatchu the winner.
>Hanging your head in defeat, Natsuki gloats and bobs around in some sort of victory dance.
>"I'm the shit! Woooo!" She yells, falling back onto the sofa with arms up in the air in victory.
>Getting up, you turn to her and smile.
"Well, ya won. What do you want to eat, oh mighty Mash champion?" You ask.
>Pondering for a moment, her eyes light up.
>"Do we have the stuff for your chili?"
"Yeah, I think so. Would go pretty well with how cold it is out there."
>"Well, that's what I want!" She confirms with a smirk and a nod, happy with her victory.
"Alright, it'll be done in about an hour. I'll be in the kitchen if you need me. Try not to do too much of the story without me, yeah?" You ask, beginning the trek down the hall.
>"Yeah, yeah, no problem. Love you!" She says, turning back to the game and exiting from the versus screen to another menu.
"Love you too." You respond, making your way into the kitchen and getting the ingredients out.
>Luckily, you had planned on making something meaty anyway before the bet came up, so the hamburger meat was already set out to thaw in the fridge.
>Setting to work, you turned on some music from your phone and got to cooking.
>Meat, chili base, tomato paste, beans, and spaghetti noodles, all combining to form one fantastic and hearty meal. Truly, a dish of the gods! Your mouth watered at the thought of it, and you continued your holy work.
>With the commotion of cooking and your music, you almost didn't notice Natsuki hobbling past the kitchen wrapped in a blanket, back towards the living room.
"Nat? You alright?" You ask, turning down your jams and setting your spatula aside.
>"W-what? Oh, yeah, I'm fine." She stammers out, continuing her journey.
"You sure? Did you hurt your leg or something? Do you need me to carry you?"
>"Nah, I just went to the bathroom, and I'm super comfy in this blanket so I'm trying to keep it situated. Just finish up the food, alright?" She says, hardly paying you any mind.
"Alright, holler if you need anything!" You respond, turning your tunes back up and continuing to cook.
>Wait, isn't the bathroom between the kitchen and the living room? Why would she need to be here? You ponder on it.
>Was she coming to just catch a glimpse at you?
>That's cute as fuck!
>You smile to yourself, thanking the stars that you are so lucky to have such a wonderful girlfriend.
>The rest of the cooking flew by, and you prepared two bowls with the usual crackers. Grabbing a couple of soft drinks and wedging them under your arms, you made your way back to the living room.
"Dinners ready, honey!" You announced, setting the feast down on the coffee table in front of the sofa and
>"Cool, just a sec!" She responds from underneath the blanket, a glint of determination in her eyes.
>Looking towards the screen, you can see she's playing online, and currently smacking the shit out of somebody playing the masked Kamen Kid.
>Taking a seat, you cheer her on as she outmaneuvers her enemy, even dodging his attack where he dropped the sun. She's too good at this, you thought.
>As her opponent falls, the two of you cheer and throw your arms up in triumph. She quickly retracted hers, pulling the cover over herself.
>After a moment of celebration, you suggested watching some weeb movie while you ate, to which she gave the affirmative.
>Taking the controller from her to put something on, you noticed she was blushing madly.
"Nat, you sure you're alright?" You ask.
>"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I'm just thinking of how much you're gonna like the last present I got you!" She said with a confident grin and a furrowed brow.
"Oh? Where is it?" You wonder aloud, to which she shifts slightly.
>"I'll give it to ya during the movie." The cozy pinkness responded coyly. With that, you nodded, and began the hunt for something good.
>A few minutes later, you relaxed back onto the couch, letting the piping hot stew cool while you cozied up next to Natsuki.
>You reached for the cover to let yourself underneath it, when she pulled it close.
>"Hey! Get your own, I'm too comfy." She said with a pout, looking slightly away.
>Looking at her questioningly, you shrugged your shoulders.
"Alright, whatever. Guess you don't want to cuddle." You responded in a silly tone.
>"Why would I want to cuddle with such a huge dork?" She smirked at her response, bundling up as she did so.
>Opting to go blanketless, you settled back with your arm around her blanketed shoulders and the two of you began to watch your selection. A high octane racing movie about a pompadoured punk, beautifully animated and one of your favorites. Not really Christmas-y, but it's too cool to pass up, even if the two of you had watched it once or twice before.
>About halfway through, you noticed the pink one begin to fidget underneath you.
>"Hey, Anon. I changed my mind, do you want to get underneath the blanket too?" She said, turning her head toward you.
"Well, of course!" You responded, before your attention was gripped by the screen. This was your favorite part!
>With you distracted, she took the opportunity to quickly wrap the blanket around the two of you and snuggled close.
>After that, she brought your arm still around her shoulder under the blanket as well, and after another moment you noticed something.
>The warmth of the blanket's fabric was replaced by a different warmth.
>Not one of pajamas, but of bare skin.
>A small hand moved under the blanket over your pajama bottoms, resting on your crotch and gently moving.
>"So. Want that present now?" She asked looking toward you once more, with those pink eyes resting in that familiar mix of love and lust.
>Your mind said yes, your heart agreed, and your dick concurred. The unanimous vote caused you to bite your lip and nod.
>"Good." She said with a small giggle, throwing off the blanket.
>Sat on the couch before you was your precious fiancee, clad in only the finest dollar store ribbons money could buy alongside the golden locket you had gotten her. The ribbons covered her more sensitive bits, intertwining up and down her petite body and around those slender legs before coming to a nice bow at her ankles. A lustful smile spread across her lips as she pulled you into a deep kiss, pushing her tongue past your lips and flicking it against yours.
>After a moment of blissful makeouts, she pulled away.
>"So, get to unwrapping your gift! I'm sure you want to play with it." She teased enticingly, wiping her lips with her arm.
>Sure, opening your present feverishly would be nice. But another idea has come to mind.
>A smile creeps across your face as you grab her under the arms.
>"Anon?" She asked as you pick her up, slightly confused as you sat her on your lap, facing away from you. You take note of the spot on the couch underneath where she sat, and feel a similar wetness pressed against your bulging member.
"Don't worry Nat, I usually try to press against the wrapping to see what's in my presents." You respond, moving one hand down towards her slit and another towards her chest.
>A chorus of confusion, then understanding, then pleasure escapes her lips as your fingers press and rub against the ribbons containing her other lips, and your other hand grazes over the small mounds on her chest.
>One of her arms reaches back, wrapping around your head and grasping at your hair as she moans. Her other arm reaches down, and with it's support she grinds her ass against your crotch, her legs squeezing against yours in a small effort to help the grind.
>The action builds as the hard techno of the movie plays, and soon enough you find yourself ready to open your present.
>Well, not quite. You can still enjoy it in it's packaging!
>Lifting her up once more, you lay her back down onto the sofa on her side, her head resting against the arm of the couch as her bound legs hang off the edge.
>Reaching down, you pull your pajama bottoms down, letting loose your south pole which flops outward.
>Looking down at your mast, then up at you, Natsuki's eyes practically beg for you to stuff her stocking, and you're more than happy to oblige.
>Guiding your rod to her sopping wet pussy, you pull aside the ribbon covering it and push your head in slowly. Once in, you put one hand against her legs, and the other on the small of her back.
>Beginning your movements, she braces herself against the couch with her arms as the room fills with moans of pleasure from both you and your lover.
>Starting off slowly, you take in all the aspects of the scene. The petite pink princess beneath you, covered in the warm glow of the Christmas lights. Her moans as you shove your full length in and out, the small movements she makes such as her toes curling or her hands grasping the couch cushions.
>Driving you wild, you find yourself moving in position from upright to wrapping yourself around her as your thrusts became shallower and shallower.
>Sharing passionate french kisses with your lover, you stare deep in her eyes and slow your pumping as you feel a familiar feeling well inside you.
"Nat, babe, I'm close." You warn.
>"Fuck, me too. Keep going." She says, using one arm to pull your head towards her own and force you into another kiss.
>You follow your orders, and with a deep focus you push in and out of her while holding her close.
>The feeling overwhelms, and you reach your climax as she does, coating her insides with white as her muscles clench against your member, milking it for all it's worth. Your moans are muffled by each other's mouths as your tongues dance, and you pump a few more times for that feeling of oversensitive ecstasy before pulling out and away.
>Flopping down beside her on the couch, you flip her over to face you and pull her into another hug. This devolves into laying together, her on your shoulder and looking towards you, the golden locket twinkling on her chest and the lock of love twinkling in her eyes. The smile on her face mirrored your own, and you laid there for a moment.
>"Merry Christmas, baby." She says with a small giggle.
"Merry Christmas to you, Nat." You respond, giving her a smooch on the nose.
>"So, uh, could you unwrap the bow now? It's kinda hard to reach."
"Maybe after we take a nap."
>"Alright." With that, she nuzzled against you, and you drifted off to dreamland wrapped in each other's embrace, basking in the glow of the evergreen tree as a sweet tune played from the TV.