#left x reader

You dejectedly drop to your knees, whining loudly, causing Right and Left’s heads to lower in sync to watch the dramatic display. The loud thud, abrupt and childish, causes a brief pain to simmer in your knees from the harsh contact, but it doesn’t outweigh the disappointment at being rejected by the Daemon you’ve been pining for.

The dark-eyed woman merely stares at you blankly.

“Do not forget; my appearance may be similar to a human’s, but I don’t possess desires complementary to those of one.”

You huff as you cross your arms, sulking on the floor. “…that doesn’t hold water at all. You and Right are basically adrenaline junkies.” 

Immediately, the words are met with a quirked brow from both Daemons.

Right squints his eyes at hearing the new word added to his increasing vocabulary—thanks to the modern world’s discoveries. The Daemon rubs his scruff. “Uh-dren all in…?”

“Junk-keys?” Left finishes, just as confused as her counterpart.

You huff as you slowly stand up. “It means you’re both always chasing a thrill. Namely, being battle-hungry is one of them.”

Left blinks, now understanding your verbiage. She nods, a sparkle of recognition and appreciation nearly shining in her eyes. “The modern vernacular of desiring a good battle.” Voice cognizant and absolute, the usual tone her or Right uses after understanding a new bit of information.

Right perks up with a smile, dark eyes shining as his volume increases enthusiastically. “Then we are well Junkies of adrenaline!”

You stare at the both of them unamused.

“It’s not a compliment.”

Right falters while his counterpart only retains her habitual expression. The hulking male nearly deflates as his sharp grin disappears. “Ah… understood.” 

You shake your head dismissively and immediately abandon the change in topic, going back to your previous, needy behavior. You quickly clasp your hands again, pleadingly, while your eyes shine. 

“Once again, Lefty—”

“There is no need for a title change.” She interjects.

Your body becomes heavy at the implicit rejection, so quick to dispel any familiarity of closeness, and you groan loudly once more as you collapse into her bigger form. Your arms wrap around her neck as you nearly become a dead weight while writhing out of frustration.

One of her arms unfolds and wraps securely around the small of your back, the cool skin keeping you upright to prevent clumsiness from befalling your erratic behavior.

“Just one!”

“I refuse.”

You actually become dead weight at the rejection, and she smoothly keeps you from hitting the ground by wrapping a thick arm around your waist. Right watches the display with amusement as he places his hands on his thighs, leaning forward with interest as he guffaws. 

His boisterous laughter echoes in the little living room, hearty enough to rattle the dishes still in the sink. “This is the first time I’ve seen a human so eager for a Deamon’s intimacy!”

“Why d’you wanna kiss her so bad anyways?” Yuru appears from his room, sliding open the door with a confused expression.

You look up at the younger male, his upside-down form being within your hanging sight, while groaning in frustration. “I just want to! She’s pretty and very nice!”

The blond boy steps closer to you with a frown and raises a hand to his chin in thought, appearing to recall an important detail. “This harassment for intimacy… I think it falls under a law—wait.”

There’s a moment of silence as he remembers the laws of the new world.

You quirk a brow while staring at the underside of his chin, still being held up by Left. Yuru finally perks up with a satisfied noise, his eyes shining as he remembers exactly what law your actions fall under.

“‘Sexual harassment’! That’s it!” He beams.

Your eyes bulge out of your skull, and you instantly find the energy to spring back onto your feet while still holding onto Left. “I’m not sexually harassing her!” You argue, offended.

He rubs the back of his neck, confused—he almost appears like a dejected puppy being told it’s wrong. “Isn’t kissing without someone saying you can under that law, or like, part of it?”

You pull away from the Daemon and rub the back of your neck. The kid has you there. It seems Ken has been teaching him more about the modern world, if he hasn’t been using the handle portable dictionary in the meantime.

“Uh… yeah,” you admit, embarrassed at having been indirectly lectured about the law by a child.

He points at you, eyes sparkling with contentment at his accuracy and remembering the teachings of the new world.

“So you were sexually harassing her.”

“Stop saying that.” You deadpan.

“But the law says—”

“Yes, I know! Stop calling me that!” You huff as you feel the stares of his Daemons bleeding into the back of your head.

You look back at Left with a hopeful expression as you clasp your hands again. A new approach to intimacy brews on your tongue. “…How about a hug?”

Right perks up with a boisterous laugh and raises his thick arms excitedly, always the one to be giving with affection. “Aye, this one can provide that for you!” Left, however, still doesn’t budge—her crossed arms are not only a shield but an indirect way to vocalize her dismissal. Sitting still like her stone totem form, she remains unyielding and statuesque.

You slump dejectedly.

And Yuru stares at you curiously as you trudge towards Right and pitifully throw yourself in his arms, using the huge Daemon as a pillar of comfort for your rejection. 

The coolness of Right’s sturdy skin envelops you while his hands delicately bompf on both the top of your head and your back. The hulking giant’s palm easily covers your entire head, and his cool, thick fingers act as a balm to the embarrassment heating your yearning body—needy like a neglected pet.

Right guffaws again, amused and bright, as he says your name. His sharp smile nearly touches ear to ear while Left watches impassively. “There, there! This should replace the hole Left doesn’t want to fill, no?”

“They are fine. They are just dramatizing their need for intimacy,” the two-toned woman mentions. Her eyes remain blank as she stares at your dejected form in the consoling arms of her counterpart.

Yuru places his hand on his hip in thought. “I guess it’s obvious you guys don’t really need physical affection and stuff if you don’t need food or water.” He shrugs, “Not that something like that is necessary anyway.”

“Correct,” the expressionless Daemon replies while staring at you as you eventually cling to Right in search of true, reciprocal affection. She blinks at the display while Right only grins, happy to have a human who doesn’t faint at the mere sight of him. It’s been even longer since a human willingly hugged him like this as well—it’s almost endearing to the pair.

Standing, your arms cling to his neck as you double over, cheek pressing into his shoulder as you heavily lean on his seated form.

“This is all I can get…” is muttered by your disappointed self. So wounded and downcast as if you’ve been neglected and unfairly discarded. 

Yuru interrupts your moping with words of genuine advice, as if they can inspire you to be better than what you are now: a loser who's desperate for a peck from one beautiful Daemon—his Daemon, no less. Almost shameful of you. 

“Well, I don’t think you should be sexually harassing people—” Yuru’s feet slide along the floorboards back to his room as he remains unfazed by the theatrical display. He speaks earnestly, yet is immediately cut off by a monotone voice.

“Child.

He blinks, stopping at the sliding door. “…yes?”

“Stop calling me that.”

You continue clinging onto the red-haired Daemon while Yuru sets up his supplies to begin constructing more arrows.

Shenanigans long concluded, you eventually end up sitting on Right’s lap while distractedly on your phone for more engaging entertainment. Yuru, diligent as always, sets up his small station and begins sanding arrowheads. Left silently watches the blond’s concentrated movement with her arms crossed, staying the pillar of unchanging stoicism.

Right's hand props up his chin as he watches with similar intensity, quietly observing Yuru’s skill.

Meanwhile, you eventually click the sleek device off and lean off his lap a little to near Left. The air only subtly displaces when you urge yourself to be near her presence more, an attentive shine in your eyes. Though she easily senses your growing energy without needing to lift her head—whether it be your reignited spark of neediness or just a magnetic pull you can’t reframe from.

“I advise you not to proceed with your attempt.” She smoothly announces, effectively dispelling any implicit notion of you starting your dramatic display of want again. Yuru doesn’t even bother lifting his head as you huff in disappointment.

“I wasn’t going to do anything…” You purse your lips, huffing, as you slump back in Right’s cool chest. His eyes briefly flicker down to you, and the other half can’t hide the growing amusement pulling at his lips.

The woman turns her head to you. Her eyes, so cat-like and deadpan, can only stare at you until you feel the unimpressed silence become vocal enough to ask, “‘Are you serious’?”

You practically were on the verge of plopping yourself into her lap. Your little dismissal certainly wasn’t following anyone.

Innocently, you stare up at her with guiltless eyes, acting as if you’re not vibrating with an itch to be near her. Surprisingly, you’re met with her palm plopping atop your head, cool and fingers more lithe yet just as strong as Right’s.

The long-haired woman entertains you this once as she closes her eyes and pats the top of your head. “‘Tis all I can provide. Daemons, specifically I, are not as affectionate as humans.”

“No, I believe Sayuu-sama is affectionate. Right is literally letting me sit on his lap.”

Right smiles at hearing his name, then plops his chin atop your head with a grin, careful of settling too much weight atop you. “Do not dwell on Left’s lack of reciprocation! ‘Tis merely my other half’s nature.”

You end up pouting at their words and bite back a laugh when you feel Right’s thick finger playfully press against your puffed cheek. Between his affectionate prodding and Left finally acknowledging you, you feel entirely overwhelmed by two hulking figures—a good kind, as if you’re acknowledged by two lions.

“I’m curious as to why you keep asking to kiss Left.” Yuru perks up in the conversation, multitasking as his scarlet eyes linger on his moving fingers and the whetstone.

Left retracts her hand from atop your head while Right continues poking at your cheek, clearly attempting to remove the frustration on your face. 

“I'm curious as well.” She adds, vacantly staring at the growing playful banter between you and her counterpart. You lie your cheek on Right’s palm, eventually accepting his affection, as you stare up at her with a hum.

“I just like you.” Shamelessly, you admit.

“Not wise to have romantic feelings toward a Daemon.” She advises. Her voice may be levelheaded, but there is genuine care in her enlightenment. 

You prop your chin on Right’s palm as you stare up at her. “You can kiss someone without liking them…”

“Yet your desire for a higher level of intimacy is very strong!” Right includes, hulking body shaking from the chuckles ringing from his throat. Left nods in agreement, and you huff loudly at having your desire displayed loudly—not like you were attempting to hide the longing anyhow.

Yuru doesn’t bother interrupting the conversation with his two cents, although completely precise, about your constant harassment for undeserved affection. His fingers deftly flip the side of another arrowhead to be sharpened while you lift your finger to poke at Left’s arm. Your needy, neglected puppy behavior clearly doesn’t faze her as she’s dealt with worse and even more potent distractions—advantages of being an immortal being.

“Lefty,” you whine.

She doesn’t cast her eyes to you. “There is no need to—”

“I wanna call you that because it’s cute like you.” A compliment you boldly insert into the pointless conversation.

Will it work? You geek internally, scratching at the walls in desperation just for an inch of reciprocated attention.

Left only closes her eyes while Right snorts.

“Human endearments don’t apply to me.” 

You deflate in Right’s lap. Your body turns into a soulless husk dramatically as you become liquid and malleable—just an overall pathetic sight at having been denied once more. “I spit the worst game…” You mutter, slumping against the crimson-haired Daemon’s pecs.

All three of them pause at your extremely unfamiliar vernacular. 

Bewildered, Yuru finally lifts his head to acknowledge you—your amalgamation of words is outlandish enough to attract his curiosity. “Spit… how do you…” He pauses, practically short-circuiting at attempting to understand the context and literalness of your words. His hulking Daemons, too, are trying to understand the sentence your lips construed.

Yet a pair literally from the Edo period, who have no understanding of a plumbing system, have as much attempt at understanding your words as the average person comprehending the concept of the fourth dimension—fruitless. 

And you’re probably shooting your shot from a tesseract with how the ball bounces around and then disappears into nothingness, lost to the world with no means of reaching civilization. Let’s be honest: no one’s gonna be interested in someone who pathetically yearns like a neglected puppy openly.

“Ignore that…” You wave a hand to physically disperse the confusion swirling around. You then stand from Right’s lap with a sigh, feigning exhaustion at your constant rejection and now being met with the woes of people eras behind in vernacular.

On your feet, you merely walk around the three towards the kitchen with shoulders slouched.

But the ball you threw circled the rim and managed to fall through the net seamlessly.

You quickly divert your steps towards Left, whipping around with an evil glint in your eyes.

Your lips quickly press against the confused woman’s cheek, so smooth and cool, as you use the previous word’s stunning effect to cop your win. Left only blinks and lessens her crossed arms while Right grins at the sight—you managed to flounder and kiss his stoic counterpart in one go! Very unpredictable! 

Before you can amble towards Hana’s kitchen with a successful bounce in your step, you’re met with a solid stick being swiftly thrown at the back of your head. Loudly, you yelp and lurch forward while nursing the clocked area. You look over your shoulder, wide-eyed, and Left and Right already stare at Yuru with blinking eyes, stunned.

He points at you, eyes narrowed. “People who are indecent ought to be beheaded.”

“It was only a kiss!” You argue. “On the cheek too!”

“It’s still sexual harassment towards my Daemons.”

Left, meanwhile, brushes her fingers across the kissed area wordlessly. As you uttered, the sensation was just a brief peck on the side of her face; it was barely enough to warrant a reaction. Yet, as Right easily detects too, she finds the trivial action to be the smallest bit endearing.

You huff and go back towards your mission of raiding Hana’s cupboard.

…

“Thanks for watching over him.” 

Ryu smiles down at you with flowers nearly dancing around his head as you both stand at the genkan. Bags of whatever he managed to scrounge from gambling sit at his feet while you slip on your shoes. 

You place your hands on your hips, then shrug. “Don’t sweat it. He was nearly lecturing me the entire time.”

He blinks, confused. “Lecturing?”

“I kept asking to kiss Lady Left's cheek, and he called me a sexual harasser.”

Ryu immediately looks at you with a deadpan smile. Perhaps having the neighbor watch over his kid wasn’t a good idea after all.

“Maybe you shouldn’t watch after my kids anymore…” He trails off.

You promptly huff and rub the back of your neck, the creeping embarrassment of being scolded rising again. “I just wanted one small kiss!”

“Daemons have the right to autonomy too, you know…” The taller man adds, mentally calculating the negative impact you’d possibly have on his child.

“Agreed.” Another voice joins the fray.

You both look up, and Left is standing behind Ryuu with her arms crossed. Without a sound, she appears in the conversation and shadows his figure silently as you approach the front door. 

You smile up at her innocently, as if you didn’t sneak a kiss on her cheek an hour ago, and wave farewell at her. “I’ll be taking my leave now,” you coo in a singsong voice.

She stares down at you for a moment, then side-steps Ryuu, who has no choice but to press against the wall uncomfortably to give her more room. Her face then gradually leans down to yours, and her crimson bangs envelop your sight, blocking your vision from all sides. She has you trapped.

Quickly, your heart starts racing as you smile sheepishly at her. Is she going to scold you for that kiss? The deadpan eyes are doing a great job at making you feel targeted.

But then a cool pressure presses against your cheek; Left kisses your cheek.

Both you and the Tadera are astounded at the abrupt affection while she pulls back with the same calmness she appeared with it.

“You pulled your attack when I was distracted, so I thought of doing the same.” 

You break from the spell and quickly place your hands on her arms, standing on your toes eagerly for another kiss. Ryuu, meanwhile, stares at the sight with his jaw dropped. Are his eyes defying him—did a great legend seriously kiss his next-door neighbor?

“Let me kiss you again!” You beam.

She merely uncrosses her arms and softens her brows at the guileless sight. Her large palms steady your eager figure. 

“I believe you have been spoiled enough.”

“Aw, okay…”

Everyone but one.

Your head emerges from the water as you hear the snapping of a twig. Even with the water making your hearing murky, you pride yourself on your ability to hear what most cannot.

The pond around you is peaceful, quiet, and serene. In fact, you don't hear much after the initial twig, so you almost dunk your head back under the water. No one should bother you. Not many people even know where you are.

The little pond you had discovered hundreds of years ago was untouched by human kind and time itself. Of course, your powers of nurturing the land around you certainly helped. But the water was deep enough for you to completely submerge yourself and crystal clear. The trees are heavy with fruit, and the animals who inhabit the area are nowhere to be found.

This was your paradise for molting season.

Practically your Garden of Eden as those in the west would say.

Another twig snapped and you narrowed your eyes, sinking down into the water until your nose is just barely above the surface. You tense, readying yourself for a fight in case it's a nefarious Daemon pair or something just as sinister.

Only for Left to appear from the edge of the forest.

You relax marginally. But not entirely. Because what if she brings horrible news?

"Ah. There you are." She says once she spots you in the center of the pond. You pout and stand, letting the water stream from your naked body and your wings drag limply behind you. Left doesn't fluster at the sight of your nudeness, nor do you really care. You don't approach the Daemon, nor does she approach you. You simply stand and watch her and she does the same. The silence is electric, tense with something unknown.

At least… Until you break eye contact and sink back into the water. "What are you doing here?" You grumble, mostly in the water so your words are obscured by bubbles. Left takes a step in the water, ignoring what you said, or at least pretending to. You huff and back up as she begins to make her way into the pond and toward your prone form. "Yuru was curious as to where you went. I volunteered to find you." She said simply.

Ah, so she had heard you.

You take another step back, nearly tripping on an underwater branch and scowl. There was a reason you had been where you were. So you wouldn't be bothered. But it seems Left had her own ulterior motives.

Eventually, you give up and simply stand up, trying your best to seem intimidating. It's hard when Left is at least a foot taller than yourself. But you certainly try.

She stands before you, the water lapping at your waist, her arms crossed over her chest. "Don't you know what time of year it is?" You snap, and when she doesn't respond right away, you scoff and turn away.

Only for her to catch your arm. You bare your teeth, preparing to scrape several layers of skin off given she is made of stone and you are simply not. But she lets go at the last moment and you spin to face her. "Leave me alone." You snarl and she shakes her head. "You are hurting. I am here to help." She said and that gives you pause.

What?

No one helps you during this time.

Not even the other half of your Daemon pair! Everyone leaves you alone. Just as it should be! You tell Left as much and she gives you a look that screams 'really?' and puts a hand on her hip. "Well? Are you going to let me help you or not?" She asks after several moments of silence. You sigh, mull it over, and then relent. "Fine."

The two of you sit together in the water, her not caring about her clothes and carefully preening your wings and helping you shed the loose feathers.

Many people knew of the legends regarding the Left and Right daemons of Higashi village. Sworn protectors of the village, and rightful buffers of the break and seal daemons, a battle of checks and balances. But what people may not know is how gentle a lover Left could be.

Meeting her in the beginning was nerve-wracking; considering her height and her stone-like facial expressions. It also didn't help that she, along with Right and Yuru, thought that you were a part of the Kagemori's that bum-rushed the village. Which, yes, you are a part of the Kagemori clan, but you were nowhere near the village and absolutely not in the plan. Matter of fact, you were actually on vacation, taking a breather away from all of the twin nonsense, though much love to Asa.

That being said, when you answered Jin's call to help them out in the garage, you weren't quite expecting to see Jin injured, Haruo nervous and Akio...well, Akio always has that look on his face. And you were even more surprised to see Asa's brother and his daemons. Speaking of his daemon's, you found it hard to keep your eyes off of the woman of the pair. Though stoic, her demeanor was strong, confident, and relaxed. And that was something you loved in a woman.

Wait....Can humans and daemons even have relations?

But you quickly waved away the thought. That's not what you were here for.

"Jin, what in the fuck happened here? Why are you injured? And why must you take me away from my vacation?! I still had two days left!" You all but groan as you march your way towards the group.

"Ah. Sorry, as you can see there's been a bit of an issue." He lets out a sigh, "But, everything will be explained in the car."

"Yeah yeah, and is this Asa's big brother?" You ask, looking the kid square in his face. "Yeesh...he has some serious eyes on his mug."

"Mug...? I don't have a cup on me?" Yuru asks, quite confused at you mentioning a ceramic at this time. That is, before he realizes he doesn't know who you are.

"Wait, who are you? You clearly know Jin...you must be part of the Kagemori clan, right?! Did you also attack the village?" He shouts, getting louder towards the end of his sentence. He moves to get up, and his daemons, though not moving from their spots, tense up.

But while the male daemon looks around the garage to sense more threats, the female daemon is looking at you. Her gaze is heavy, calculated; and you can't help the warmth you feel in your cheeks that then travels further south of your body. You don't look away, however, keeping your gaze locked on hers, trying not to show how her look is affecting you.

Haruo, the everlasting mediator, steps in.

"Wait wait wait, she wasn't at the village, but she is with us. She doesn't have a daemon pair, so please try not to hurt her? We'd all be very sad if she was to be hurt, Asa included."

And with that, Yuru steps down and you let out the breath you didn't know you were holding.

"Right, yes-"

"Hm? You called my name?" The male daemon said, looking at you after scouting out the place.

"Ahh...I did?" You ask, confused as to where you even said that.

"Apologies, introductions should be told before I continue bleeding out on this floor. This here are Right and Left, Yuru's daemon pair." Jin explains, wincing a bit from his injury.

You scratch your head, wondering why would a daemon pair be named left and right, but then shrug, because daemon business is always nonsensical and you would lose your mind trying to make heads or tails of it.

"Alright then. Can we go now? I want to eat, I'm hungry."

And that's how your first meeting went, when it came to seeing Left. She piqued your interest, but what further sparked what would now be your relationship was that same night, when she protected you from getting hurt by the outsiders' daemons.

As the days went by, you would see the daemon pair out and about alongside Yuru, and as they kept getting into more trouble, whether it be due to "bandits", kidnapping attempts, or the occasional all out brawl, you would be there as a getaway driver or drop off personnel. And you would get to know more about Left and her history not only as one half of a pair but her own person as well. These moments would inevitably push the both of you closer and closer together. Which then led to this very interesting moment.

You see, Yuru was invited to the Kagemori plot once again to see Asa and to talk strategy. And while the twins were getting to re-know each other, Left had wandered off to find you. She knew your scent well enough by this point, so it wasn't hard to find you.

There you were, in your room, listening to music from what she now knew were "headphones" and reading a book on your bed. You didn't know she was there yet, so she stood at the doorway and observed you. The way the shorts hugged at your waist had her feeling warm. The way your body was positioned had your shirt raised a bit, where she could see a sliver of your back dimples, and they looked oh so grabbable, she thought her thumb would fit in the dips perfectly.

And your body itself, soft and pliant, so very different from her own body made completely of stone. She knew of your feelings for her, she wasn't stupid despite being a statue for 400 years. And she has had relations with other daemons, regardless of gender. But you, she was scared of. You were human, easily breakable and bound to get hurt if she was the slightest bit too rough with you. After all, being made of stone doesn't do her too many favors.

That all being said, there was something about you that she just couldn't shy away from. With a deep breath, she came into your room, shutting the door behind her.

You didn't know she was there until you felt the bed shift in weight. Startled, you turned over to see Left sitting there. Though her expression hadn't changed, you get the sense she's feeling a bit sheepish.

You let out a soft sight.

"Oh, Left! You scared me, I didn't know you guys were stopping by."

"Oh," she replied softly, "I didn't mean to scare you. I just...wanted to see you."

She turned her head away first, feeling slightly embarrassed, but then steeled herself to look back at you.

Your eyes locked on to hers, searching for the hidden emotion peeking within those words.

"You...wanted to see me, huh?" You muttered back, a bit wonderous, a touch flattered, and a whole lot of turned on. Who wouldn't be? When a literally goddess said she wanted to see you.

She nodded, "Yes, I did. I've been thinking a lot about you..." "Uh huh, go on." You say, shifting on the bed to sit cross-legged, entire attention now focused on Left.

"...And I know how you feel about me. I must say that I feel the same. But, I am scared." She didn't whisper, but lowered her voice to say after a moment of silence.

You leaned a bit closer.

"Scared of what, Left?"

She breaks eye contact, shifting her gaze to her lap. She crosses her arms, and then stares at the wall, the one covered in pictures of you and everyone you know. She lingers on the one of what's supposed to be you and her, but really it's a blurry shadow, almost translucent.

She continues,

"Of hurting you. I am big, made of stone, and sometimes I do lose control in the throes of passion. I do not wish to bring you harm, much less from my own accord."

You let her words sit in the air for a moment, digesting them, before shifting your body again to stretch your legs to be closer to her. Closer than you've ever been.

Knees touching her thighs, you grab hold of her chin, your fingers, moving her face to yours. Her eyes move to your own, and within that moment, your eyes connecting to hers, a thousand words and feelings pass.

And then you say,

"You won't."

Those two words seem to stir something in her. Whether it was relief, acceptance, understanding, or a combination of all three it didn't matter. What mattered was you proving your words to her, and prove them you did.

"hnn fuck, left, don't-ahn~ stop!" you gasp, body moving in tandem with Left's fingers as they go in and out of you like a piston.

"you said you could-ah-take it, so take it." left growls in your ear.

She took you quite seriously when you said she wouldn't hurt you, and she wanted to put it to the test.

"haa~ come on, I can feel you squeezing on my fingers, but don't cum yet." Twisting her fingers round and round, she wanted you to feel all of her knuckles and groves.

"uuhhhnnn" you whine, already overstimulated from the teasing earlier and the constant pounding now.

"don't worry," Left let's out a breathy laugh, "I'll let you come on my tongue."

She takes her fingers out from you with a sliiicckkk leaving you gasping from the empty feelings.

"wha-left?"

"shhh," she silences you before moving towards the headboard. She lays on her back and then lifts her head to look at you. Lifting one singular eyebrow, the look speaks for itself.

You let out a shaky sigh, legs already feeling like pudding, before crawling towards her. Slowly, and not that steadily, you pass by her legs, past her thighs, and then sit on her stomach, allowing your slick to pool on the flat plane of her stomach.

Slowly, you start rubbing on her, wanting to leave a trail of evidence to show that, just like her, you're not finished either.

"ha," she snorted, a sharp gleam in her eye, "I thought I told you I wanted you on my mouth. But here you are, putting on a show for me."

You lean forward, hands feeling up her waist, feeling the cold stone before it gradually warms up from your own body heat, and then moving to grope her breast. She had taken her shirt off somewhere in the throes of passion, and you're grateful that she did, because though you thoroughly enjoy Left and her personality, you're sometimes nothing more than your baser instincts, and your baser instincts love to look at Left's tits.

Left and you moan in tandem as your hands move to her nipples, slightly pinching the right and tugging harshly on the left. She jerks, gripping your hips and pulling you down, forcing you to grind on her.

"ah, look at you-ha-so needy. do the noises I make turn you on? I feel you getting wetter." she tilts her head to look down at the mess you made on her stomach, and you can't lie, her being condescending doesn't help your case.

You lean down to lick the valley between her breasts, still pinching and tugging her. Licking up and up towards her neck, you place a harsh kiss before biting. You weren't truly thinking at that moment, your head was filled with feathers, but surprisingly the stone being's body didn't hurt to bite. On the contrary, you felt it give way to your teeth.

Left let out a guttural moan, and deciding that she couldn't take being teased anymore, lifted you from her stomach before sitting you down on her face.

"Ah, wai-uhnngg," you started, only to be interrupted by her tongue making slow but harsh circles around your clit. letting out an embarrassing squeal, you could tell another gush was coming out of you from her teasing.

Left chuckled, before continuing her ministrations, eating and teasing you like you were her first meal after centuries being locked away. Which may not have been far from the truth.

Her tongue was, of course, godlike in its abilities to reach places you didn't even know were in you. After playing with your clit, she licked you from hole to clit, before diving right in. She was a messy eater, despite what her composure is usually like, slurping and spitting, before licking it up.

She glanced up at you, catching your eye, intense in the way she looked and felt about you, before focusing her attention on what's turning out to be her favorite meal.

It didn't take too long before you felt that tight, wounded up feeling, and you could tell Left knew too.

"mmn ha~ ha~ leeffttt, i'm gonna,"

"mmmnn kno' " she mumbled, before patting your hip. She gripped your thighs then, with her left hand to keep you steady and glued to her mouth, before going harder with her tongue. Her right hand became the companion to her mouth, rubbing tight circles around your clit while her tongue continued pushing through.

When you finally came, it felt like a rope snapping, and you let out the loudest moan you could, with your throat being so raw, before gripping the headboard.

Left slowed down her ministrations, though she didn't waste a single drop of your juices. She could tell she wore you out enough when you jerked at the slightest movement of her mouth, so she gently moved you to lay next to her.

She lifted the covers to cover the both of you, before laying your head on her chest. She watched as you started getting sleepier and sleepier, before closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep.

Left let out a little smile, grateful and happy that she didn't hurt you.

And you? Well...you were excited for round 2 when you woke up.

I'm not gonna lie yall, I felt like a blushing bride writing this. It's my, legit, first time writing smut I think? And if anything reads weird, I apologize. I'm also wrote this late at night, had to wake up in less than 4 hours and I just needed to get it out

Thanks again!

She randomly decides to press her face into your back and roam her fingers along your body while you’re distracted on your phone. Leisurely, you lie on your stomach while swiping through whatever short-form content—doomscrooling. The warmth and weight of her isn't enough to immediately draw your attention from the flashing colors. Then she uses her big hands to pull one of your thighs wider and presses her face square into your clothed pussy. 

Despite having shorts on, her tongue is still thick and hot enough to be felt through the fabric. Effectively, you drop your phone in surprise the moment she escalates the should-be domestic nuzzling. Why else would she be cuddling all over your back? Pushing her away isn’t an option either, since she easily has such a strong grip on your thighs, so all you can do is tremble while looking over your shoulder as she maps her tongue along the fabric.

“Hidari—”

You cut yourself off when her grip on the fat of your thighs tightens and nearly forces your hips to arch more. Immediately, you grip onto the sheets with a yelp as she manhandles you while continuously lapping against your shorts, thickly tracing the slit of your pussy and beginning to dampen the area.

She doesn’t bother lifting her head when she acknowledges you while hooking a finger on the side of your shorts. “Does this bother you?” Briefly, she flicks her blank eyes to your heated face, but she is more so presented with the view of the roundness of your ass in her face rather than your embarrassed eyes.

“…I mean, it doesn’t. You just did it so suddenly.”

She averts her gaze to her finger hooked under the damp crotch of your shorts. That's as close as a "continue" she can get. The long-haired woman then gradually pulls it to the side and exposes your bare folds, now slicked from her ministrations, to the air. Her gaze darkens when your pussy clenches from just the cold air caressing it; she craves you viscerally from just the sight of you sensitive so quickly. 

Wordlessly, she lowers her head and presses her hot tongue against your slit, and you instantly moan. Warmth pools in your stomach from the light pleasure of every light flick, but she quickly diverts to a more desperate hunger. 

The stoic woman becomes more ravenous as your juices melt and spread on her tongue, and she eventually drags her thick tongue deeply and slowly against your slit. A hot flick to your stiffening clit and a deep press to your fluttering hole.

The phone in your hands is long discarded on the sheets as you bury your face into the pillow, eyes half-lidded as you cling to it. You want to move your hips, possibly grind your pussy against her moving tongue, but those hands of hers, so killer and swift in any match, effortlessly keep your writhing hips still. 

What even prompted this? You don’t know; it’s jarring to have someone so quiet and reserved unexpectedly devouring you. When her tongue presses flatly against your entire pussy as she nearly buries her face into your ass, you almost pull away again. This neediness begins to escalate as you feel her yank the shorts’ crotch to the side more, hungrily eager to expose every intimate part of your body.

Your folds are fully coated in both her saliva and your own slick when she lifts her head and decides to pull your shorts off. A complaint can’t even leave your lips; you’re too shocked by how she swiftly lifts your hips from the bed and pulls the fabric down to your thighs—big hands handling you like a doll to be used.

And her desire worsens when she sees the thin line of juices connecting your folds to the shorts, then breaking into a glistening line once they’re off. 

“You’re fine with this?” She mutters, almost in a rasp; she needs to hear an ultimatum and not an unsure answer so she can have you wholly. This body of yours and your noises—there is no chance she’s going to leave without having you in the throes of hot pleasure after this display.

When you flusteredly stare over your shoulder down at her, then press your face into the pillow while letting out a muffled confirmation, her grip on the shorts tightens. So tight that a vein ripples across her knuckles at the arousing sight of your vulnerability and permission to continue.

She’s restraining herself from bruising you; there’s this desperate itch, a ravenous desire, to pin you down and make sure her tongue has you sobbing and seeing stars endlessly. Eyes rolling back, tears wetting your cheeks, lips contorted in silent moans so captivating that they're loud in her head. Her fingers twitch at the thought when the shorts are casually discarded on the floor. 

The sight of your shirt ruffled above your waist and your bare backside as you await her is so erotic that it’s almost fighting gravity itself to not tear you apart. This delicious, soft presentation of your ass she needs to sink her hands into and leave deep indents to have you reminded that she's the one who did that to you.

A bite's indent would last longer than that, even. A blunt, simple claim that you're hers and so is this body. But she won’t; she’d never go to such an extreme. You’d bruise just from her losing to her instincts—in a perceived tight grip in her eyes but far too harmful to you.

The dark-eyed woman finally descends upon your lower half, propping her bigger body on her elbows first before grabbing the back of your thighs. Forcibly, her calloused hands arch your hips to expose your pussy more, and it makes you dig your fingers in the sheets from how unrestrained, borderline rough, she’s being. Yet, still, it makes more warmth pool in your stomach. 

It even makes your juices spill out messily onto the sheets in clear ropes. Left’s eyes trail the sight as more veins protrude along her arm, stark against her muscles, as she fights against squeezing the fat too tightly. Briefly, her thumb reaches to one of your folds and pulls it to the side. The pink insides and bubbling juices are exposed, and it’s enough for her to latch her mouth quickly on your pussy again.

You instantly jolt and grip the sheets as her thick tongue shoves itself into your slit again. 

“Hidari—shit…” You moan out her name for only a second before her rough thumb grazes your sensitive folds, scraping deliciously, and begins to swipe against your clit. Your ass bucks against her face as her calloused thumb rubs deeply against your clit—she’s not taking it slow. Its texture, so rough and rigid, is unrelenting—heightening. 

Pair her moving thumb with her devouring tongue, and you’re uncontrollably moaning into the pillow as your nails nearly tear into the sheets. This normally would’ve been more flustering; her nose nestles in the globes of your ass as her mouth deftly moves along your pussy, but any lingering embarrassment has been melted away by her tongue.

That tongue—you could’ve sworn it’s a muscle she trained like her hands. It laps hotly against your quivering hole, produces more slick, and has your hips lifting voluntarily from the sheets. 

But then she pulls her mouth away, a thick line of slick attached to the pink muscle. Worse, she takes her thumb away too, and you lift your dazed face from the pillow, about to voice your disappointment. 

Immediately, you yelp in surprise at feeling her mouth latch onto your clit and suck harshly. 

And she roughly forces two fingers inside your pussy, forgetting to lubricate them. The stretch is searing and the briefest bit of painful as your walls naturally squeeze against the invasion, too thick and fulfilling. Her flicking tongue, singleminded and only wanting to have your juices drown her, paired with the abrupt pumping of her fingers has you sobbing.

“H-Hidari!”

Your legs curl as your arms hug against the pillow. Her fingers force themselves deeply and stretch you with every quick pump, collecting slick and beginning to glisten. The erotic noise of her tongue wetly slurping against your pussy is egregious, yet its vulgar, shameless sound instinctively makes your body produce more slick. 

The pain paired with pleasure makes tears begin to bubble in the corners of your eyes as you bite into the pillow; every pump and every unrelenting lick on the stiff bud is making your body frantic.

You’re quivering, dazed in the head, and beginning to feel that little spark—the knowing spark that you’re going to make a mess on her face.

To warn her, you try to speak. Voice wavering and hoarse, you pull your mouth away from the now damp pillow. “H-Hidari,” you pant, shakily looking over your shoulder. The sight is only the top of her head, white tresses all along her back and shoulders as her red bangs shift to the sides of her face. 

Unfortunately, the wet slapping of her thrusting fingers and slurping tongue answers you instead.

You open your mouth to call out again, wanting to be considerate and warn her, but she worsens the pleasure. Her fingers, so long and thick, curl tightly and press down purposely.

Your eyes snap wide as you let out a loud moan, and she continues pressing down, pumping in the specific area. She fully knows your body—in tune with it, really. You’re close, and you deserve to be even closer to a blinding experience. But it’s not only you deserving it; she desperately wants that specific taste on her tongue.

The taste that she’s the one who made you cum in just barely an hour. That she’s the one who’s making you moan and writhe on these sheets. That you’re hers.

You involuntarily buck your rear against her face more at the harsh spark of pleasure, the strong flare beginning to be the reason for a soon-to-be fire. It causes your body to seize up more expectantly as her fingers continue their schlick, schlick, schlick so rapidly inside of you. 

Those thick fingers curl and press down continuously, and you feel the growing tingle become apparent more and more. It’s close to leaving you breathless; you’re basically being tortured and pathetically can’t writhe out of her grip. Remember, she only needs just one hand to keep you on the bed.

With one last hard suck and flick on your clit, you feel the weightless of euphoria, then the white-hot spasm of your release washing over you. You end up burying your face into the pillow as your walls clench and squeeze around her still pumping fingers, dragging out your orgasm.

Your release spills thickly onto her tongue and messily drips down her chin, plopping onto the sheets, as your muffled sobs ring throughout the room.

Heady and viscous on her tongue, she takes her time, slowly lapping every spill gifted. The sweet tanginess mixed with knowing she’s made you cum so thoroughly is more pleasurable than touching her own body. Now, should she relent? Giving you a well-deserved moment of breath as you’re guided through the last of your waves.

Honestly, she doesn’t want to, but she understands your limits.

Wetly, the woman finally retracts her mouth. Her chin and lips are coated in dripping slick as she stares at her fingers still plugged into your fluttering pussy. The quiet woman then slowly pulls her long fingers out, entranced by how your folds cling to her. Almost as if your body doesn’t want to let her leave despite reaching the apex of your pleasure. 

With a wet shlick, her fingers fully reemerge from your spent pussy. The sight she’s greeted with is the stretched hole weakly quivering around nothing, possibly missing her fullness already. Left's eyes darken at the display; It’s convincing enough to have her devour you a second time.

But you need a breather. She’s not cruel. Left props herself up on her elbows, then presses one kiss to the dimple of your lower back. Another to the middle. And shields your back fully when she presses a kiss to your shoulder, her chest completely covering you.

You finally lift your head when you feel the weight of her pressing into you, eyes unfocused and breathing shallow. The release was that strong to have you out of breath.

And what she did was relatively tame compared to when she has you riding on top of her. That’s an entirely different story.

“Are you well?” Her eyes are their usual blankness, but her brows are furrowed lightly in consideration. Her chin is propped on your shoulder as you tremble with tears in your eyes. Your shirt sticks in certain areas from sweating, your heart is racing, and you’re on the verge of pressing your face weakly into the pillow again. You don't look well, but after that, you definitely feel well.

All the while your slick glistens from her lips and chin.

Shortly, you look over your shoulder and nearly touch noses with her. The scent of your juices is strong on her; it’s shamelessly on her breath and clings to her face. You’re amazed that she hasn’t decided to wipe it off yet, given how much is on her.

Her dark eyes don’t avert from you as she awaits a response. Finally, you only nod then look back at your phone discarded on your sheets. So much for free time.

After the confirmation, she nods as well and begins to slowly lift herself from your body. The long-haired woman stares down at you to confirm you’re genuinely alright, trusting her own judgement more than your own post-coital one, then places her feet on the floor.

The bed creaks when it’s displaced by her weight, sighing in relief, unlike you, who's left there still in a daze. The stoic woman walks away from the bedroom nonchalantly, as if she didn’t just use you to her liking.

You eventually pull your arms away from the clenched pillow and begin to gradually sit up, fully feeling the wetness between your legs now. Before standing up, your eyes catch her wiping away the juices with the back of her hand in passing.

Only to lick it off with a blank expression when she disappears into the hallway.

You have no idea what this woman’s problem is. 

NSFW

I have been wanting to write smut about her for the longest time so here are just some quick ideas I’ll pump out.

LEFT

Honestly, her sex drive is extremely low. If her partner, however, has a high one, then she’s fully open to making love like bunnies every day. It’s a feat in itself to tire her out.

She loves using her fingers on you. They’re both thick and nimble, wide enough to only have two fingers fill you completely and stretch you. Her eyes dilate at the sight of them disappearing inside of you, swallowed completely by those fluttering walls, and coming back out with a slick shine.

She probably wouldn’t classify it as a size difference kink, but she definitely loves how bigger she is than you. Her fingers easily wrap around your entire forearm, and she can lift you up by the waist in a split second. Whenever she’s reminded of the fact, a small heat pools in her stomach very briefly then simmers away.

Unintentionally manhandles you. Those big hands of hers that can nearly grind stone into dust reposition you to her liking in the bedroom when you encourage her to do what she wants.

Eye contact. She enjoys that a lot during intimacy. Don’t hide your face in her neck, or she’ll grab you gently by the face with one big hand and stare deeply into your heated eyes while observing every quiver and twitch—from your eyebrows to your lips.

Her second favorite, after her hands, might be her using her mouth on you.

Just imagine her large hands holding you down by the waist as she keeps eye contact while dragging her tongue. And Left tends to be more on the thrill-taker side, so you actually might have to endure multiple rounds of her tongue torturing you, orgasm after orgasm. You have no idea how hot her blood runs when seeing your eyes roll back.

This might be a bit dark (it’s not; she perceives it this way because she’s a bit vanilla), but the thought of silencing your moans with her mouth as her fingers pump inside you really gets her going. Admittedly, she’d feel ashamed at the idea of overwhelming you and taking advantage of your body because of how strong she is, but it’s a dirty secret she keeps in her mind.

She’s not a moaner. LMFAO. The most you’ll possibly get is her breathing increasing. She’ll show being in pleasure in other ways though, like burying her face in your shoulder, gritting her teeth, or increasing her grip on you.

She prefers to have you on top. It’s less stressful when believing she accidentally crushed you, and she can easily guide your movements. I personally see her taking a liking towards you riding her because she can easily see your expressions, guide your movement, and even hold your body if you become too tired. I need to hop on her strap so bad.

She prefers being on the giving end through and through. Her libido is at its highest when you’re on the verge of cumming from just her fingers.

She’s kind of down for risky stuff, but not to where it’ll hurt you, you know? Wax and breathplay is something she’s open to, but she’s going to firmly reject you if you try to suggest knifeplay. Doing it towards her, though? I mean, if it’s even possible to make that thing penetrate her skin. BDSM isn’t entirely off the books; she just has her limits of severely hurting you.

RIGHT

…He obviously has a breeding kink. Like, very obviously. But I can’t explain it. It’s not in the traditional horny way most men think (or how Tumblr depicts it in smut)—as if he’s a primal beast just waiting to pounce on you and fill you to the brim. He’s not like that at all. I see the breeding kink, in his case, as a subtle itch at wanting to have small faces like yours and his running around.

There’s no pressure to have kids, if you can, because the children at the daycare make up for that little yearning in his heart, but there are times when he genuinely has this itch to create a family—he just loves you a lot.

Like Hidari, he too likes stimulating you with his hands. And let’s be honest… you’re not going to survive sex with him unless he preps you for like a half hour or something LMFAO.

But back to his hands, just one finger is kinda enough to have you shaking. Knowing how he can easily please you is definitely a turn-on.

Rough sex is not for him. He knows he looks like the type, but it’s not a good idea for him. Screw breaking the bed; what if he accidentally hurts you—breaking a bone or bruising you? An encounter like that might actually plummet his sex drive for an entire month, and he’ll be left worrying about you and insecure about his size.

Again, like his sister, he’s more on the giving end than the receiving, but he’s a much more gentle lover than her. You’re overstimulated? He’ll slow the pace down or will just quickly delve into aftercare.

Speaking of aftercare, he loves that more than sex and possibly more than pillow talk. Though, he might be out like a light once you’re finished with being cared after. Just know that he won’t be able to rest comfortably until he knows you’re absolutely taken care of.

Because of his size, I think he’d prefer if you were on top more. Right seems as though he prefers to lean towards the bottom-switch end. Dominant or Submissive? If you asked him, he’d probably say submissive. He doesn’t like that thought of commanding you—he’s not educated in what the roles actually are though, so you’d have to teach him dom and sub aren’t cut and dry like that, lol.

Suggesting toys in the bedroom? Sure, why not. He just has a rule of not hurting you, so no, he’s not going to engage in knifeplay or breathplay towards you (the choking aspect), but if you wanna experiment on him, he wouldn’t mind.

This man definitely moans loud. It’s not an exaggerated yell or anything, but it’s those kind of breathy groans that rumble his entire body. 

Forgot to mention, but his sex drive is only fueled by yours. Meaning he has little to no sex drive—like Left. Does he jerk off to let off steam? That’s if he could ever get pent up in the first place. It’s almost an entirely new discovery when he gets into a relationship since sex or masturbation was never a worry to him. He typically blows off steam while in the ring or while working out.

Honorable mentions for both of them:

I’m one hundred percent sure they would not want to do a threesome. Of course, a threesome doesn’t mean they have to go down on each other, because ew they’re related, but it’s generally a natural sibling thing to be repulsed by seeing them in a sexual setting.

Would it be crazy to HC as both of them being Desi in this AU, or is that generalizing too much just because they wear sarongs and anklets? Besides, I can't see them getting tattoos, but I can definitely see them getting henna tattoos.

You slowly enter the room with a quirked brow, and the door gently closes behind you. The sight of her hulking frame in that little space is comical; the woman's feet dangle off the edge while her knees almost press to her chest.

“You’re gonna end up with a cramp and some knots if you sleep in there.” You advise with a hum as your feet slip against the cool floor.

Hidari only tilts her head back as she considers your words. The muscles on her neck ripple and become pronounced as her parted red bangs lie on the sides of her face. Her fathomless eyes stare at the ceiling and trace the lines around the bulbs shining down as she comes to an answer—concise and straightforward. “There’s no need to worry for that either.”

Her dark eyes glance at you from the corner of her eye. “It rarely occurs.”

You stand beside the tub and lean over it with a curious smile. “I’d help massage those kinks away if it did, but I think I’d honestly need a hammer and chisel to get through all that skin.”

Because, honestly, if she rarely bruises while in the ring, what makes you think a couple of sweet touches could reach those troublesome knots?

She lifts her hands to your form as you gradually lower your face to hers, and the big palms envelop your hips for just a moment—warm and strength lying beneath them. One that's deadly to others but attractive to you—so attractive. The white-haired woman closes one eye as she feels your fingers tenderly brush a strand from her impassive face.

“We have massage guns for that.”

“Baby, you break them.” You add, a snort threatening to break through. She doesn’t intentionally do it, but a device like that is supposed to be durable for normal people—not made for a woman whose body is as indestructible as carved stone. 

You then immediately laugh when you feel her hands urge you to step into the cramped tub, wanting you close and on top of her.

“Hidari, there’s no space.”

“You can sit on my lap,” she flatly replies. Her thick fingers then grasp the fat of your hips and guide you to finally step over the tub’s edge. You only huff out a laugh and place your hands on her shoulders to balance yourself as you proceed. As expressionless as she can be, it's adorable when she's shamelessly needy like this.

The cool sensation of the porcelain is masked by the warmth of her body as you nearly lie on top of her. She spreads her legs wider so you can perch comfortably and keeps you balanced while looking up at you. 

The hulking woman’s head remains lying on the ledge as she stares up at you silently, eyes almost appearing to inspect you, but you can barely discern anything she thinks when her eyes never change—never reflecting light.

“What?” You mumble with a small smile. Your fingers keep their grip on her shoulders as you gradually lower your face to hers. She only blinks at the closeness.

“Perhaps… we should do this more.” A hopeful admission you can almost hear in her voice, but you're not having it. Who hangs out in the bathroom? Let alone the bathtub—and it quickly gets hot too!

“I’m not spending quality time in a tub,” you respond, deadpanned. 

The woman only stares at you.

“Understood.”

You giggle at her short response, snipped and quick. Aw, you feel bad now. It's like you could hear and see the light dimming in her eyes at the immediate denial. Your fingers then play with a couple of red strands on her cheeks as your other hand keeps yourself upright. “Don’t say it like that… you’re makin' me feel bad. That was cute.”

Her dark eyes follow your fingers, and one closes again at feeling the light touch brushing her cheek. Her fingers begin to gravitate to your waist, keeping that secure hold.

“My tone hadn’t changed.”

You tap her cheek with a knowing smile, and her eyes soften. “But I know you felt disappointed.”

“…I won’t deny that.” She tilts her head back more to stare up at the ceiling. The underside of her chin and veins along her neck display in your vision, and you get an idea—one perfect enough to satisfy the both of you.

“How about a spa day for us?” You lean forward, pressing your face into her neck and lips brushing across the skin. Her fingers tighten their hold on you from the action, and amusement cracks at your face from her being affected by the little action.

Despite the flash of heat simmering in her from your lips, her eyes still soften at the thought of quality time together. She averts her eyes from the ceiling to stare at your close face, eyes narrowed and contemplating.

“It’d be a hassle if I were recognized in public.” She's still a professional kickboxer, a celebrity really, after all.

“Then we’ll find a place that privately books and is expensive enough to not have visitors.” You laugh, lifting your lips from her neck. Your face hovers above hers as it glimmers with a lighthearted expression. Every concern easily has a solution, especially if all she needs is some alone time with you.

It's not asking for much, but with a schedule like hers, busy and always training, it might as well be. So she takes it.

“It’s final then.”

That was quick, you blink. Left was never the type to overthink or contemplate too much, though, so a lot of decisions were quick. 

You only grin down at her after the response. The long-haired woman's eyes blankly stare up at you for an intimate moment, then she tenderly wraps her arms around your waist. You can tell she's becoming more sappy when she starts wanting you to be closer to her, physical touch as a love language and all. Your body ends up curled above hers from the gradually closing distance.

You get an idea, and it's sharp and quick to the point, just like your partner's words. Hidari doesn't have a second to contemplate the mischievous twinkle in your eyes before a light pressure touches her lips—your lips. A muffled giggle escapes your throat when your lips press against hers so suddenly.

And in her usual silly behavior, her eyes remain open during the kiss. It was too quick to register, to be fair. Her lips only briefly reciprocate before pulling away to stare into your eyes.

The hardness of her arms firmly presses against your sides and back, and you feel almost caged by a warm boulder. 

“…I’d like to stay like this for a couple more minutes.” Yeah, she definitely enjoyed that kiss.

You laugh. She could have the most deadpan expression on her face and would still be easy to be read as an open book. “You still managed your tub quality time then, I guess.” You jest.

You can tell the kiss really mellowed her out with how her body relaxes more in the cramped space. She, with a body feeling like stone and all, melts more into the tub as she spreads her legs wider, and you cozily slide down to lie your head on her shoulder. More grounding and firmer than any pillow could be.

Hidari's fingers absentmindedly roam along your side then rub patterns on your shoulder while she stares up at the ceiling again.

Her gaze slowly softens at feeling your warmth and weight on top of her. It feels nice.

“Does this bother you?” She considers.

“Nope,” you smoothly reply, in heaven from having your face buried in her dense muscles and petrichor scent. The dark-eyed woman has become your big pillow for now. An odd big pillow happily content with weirdly unwinding in a tub—your precious goofball.

“Then we’ll sleep here tonight.”

Of course she says that.

“Hidari,” you sigh out. A small warning puffs out as air.

She concedes. “A few minutes.”

You only roll your eyes. It appears she'll still get that quality time in the tub no matter what. You then giggle at feeling her fingers brush along the hairs on your neck, roaming and caring. “You’re sillier than your brother sometimes.”

She only closes her eyes while responding, and silence comes after that.

Your cheek presses against her firm chest as you blink blankly.

Don't tell me she's gonna take a cat nap in here, you sigh internally.

“…don’t fall asleep,” you mumble. The last thing you need is her huge arms acting as a cage to keep you in here—exactly where she wants you and getting her way.

“I’m only resting my eyes.”

You snort as you prop your chin on her sternum, and you could've sworn you caught a glimpse of the corner of her lips twitching when you did.