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It isn't a secret that Izumi finds Leo infuriatingly attractive.
The shorter woman is blessed with an annoyingly lithe figure, a cat-like face that makes her so kissable when she acts like an asshole (and when she doesn't,) and far too much talent for her small body to contain.
In Izumi’s shallower perception; high achieving and success driven: she thinks people like Leo are annoyingly perfect. Without half the effort she puts they are simply born with the results she strives for. Beautiful striking features and strong abdominal muscles.
If Izumi knew which gene did this she would take Leo to a lab. Put her under a microscope, search her very being and — yes, she knows her desires should never be verbalized…
So how could others ask her to be authentic when they don't know what goes on in her head!? They're annoying! It’s only out of necessary respect to the progression of the human race that Izumi keeps her expression in check!
But screw that. Screw the giggles her friends laugh when she tries to act normal around Leo. Screw all of it. They could never understand. No one could , which is why Izumi is always alone to confront this.
It’s probably why she's alone with Leo now.
“Heey, aren't you done getting inspiration already!? This is the fourth piece you’re working on!” The model scolds as she picks up another pile of papers.
Opposing to that witch’s request, Izumi is not throwing any of these papers in the trash. She’s sliding them into trusty envelopes because nobody is smart enough to value these papers like Izumi does. “Seriously, we’re here to clean up your mess! This is so annoying!”
“You’re the only one who’s annoyed! Nagging me so much over my genius!” Leo sounds defensive; her tone too harsh. She’s hyper aware of it, and frowns as she looks to the side as if she’s asking herself: Why did I say it like this again…?
“Sorry…” Leo says, completely unprompted in Izumi’s opinion, but the model keeps an unchanging expression. “But I can't help getting inspired! You know that Sena!”
It’s a common occurrence lately for Leo to act exactly like this. Like she regrets being herself. Like she’s some lethal weapon, and everything she does wrong has to be fixed.
It’s stupid. Izumi clicks her tongue.
“You're apologizing for nothing… You think that I’m not tough enough to handle you being an idiot? Don't act so formal with me…” — That might be the furthest thing from: I love it when you talk shit, makes me wanna wrestle you down and put you on a leash. — But it will have to do.
“Geez, just take it!” The shorter one whines, “You're so tough to please! I wanna be better at talking to people, Sena. My habits will slip away, you’re like a clingy mother!”
“Don't call me a mother ! That’s the last word I want to hear from you!” Izumi scolds, but it falls on deaf ears. Leo seems to find it amusing, collecting the newly written score like she’s helpful or something. With that shit-eating grin of hers.
“Wahahaha! It’s fine, it’s fine! It’s just a word, I say it to Mama all the time! Here, look! I’m helping too, I’m a good girl~. ☆”
“Don't talk about other people…” Izumi grumbles, hoping Leo isn't picking up on her words. Knowing Leo, she is. She definitely is. Because Leo is inconveniently observant like that.
It’s not that Izumi is jealous … She sighs and sets the envelope aside. She’s frustrated, because Leo meets better people than herself.
People that can talk for fuck’s sake, people that can express their love to her without a hassle or two years of an agitating magnetic attraction and an overwhelming pent up desire.
“I’ll mention her name whenever I want? Don’t lock the envelope yet, I wanna put those in it too!” Leo is too energetic, Izumi hums to her words and reaches to grab the envelope again. But she hears a gasp, the sound of Leo’s weight shaking the bed, and fuck those papers — she instinctively reaches up to the composer instead.
“Leo-chan!?” Izumi grabs her girlfriend, and her attention is quickly brought to the woman’s thigh. Leo is groaning and gripping onto the muscle, and Izumi’s worries are comforted. Her spine is safe. Isn’t it unnatural to worry that much about someone…?
“You pulled a muscle!? Who pulls a muscle on the bed! Don't move so suddenly, you idiot!”
“Oww… Senaa, it hurts! Ah, I can't move it… Wait, I’ll move it!” Before Izumi could yell at her for contradicting herself, Leo starts smacking her thigh.
Shocked into action, Izumi grabs her wrist. “What are you doing you idiot!? You’ll hurt yourself!”
The short woman whines, as if Izumi isn't stating the obvious, as if hitting something is gonna fix it. “But it hurts!” Leo hisses and curls into herself, flexing her muscle and locking it in a certain position makes it hurt less it seems.
Izumi sighs. “Stay put, won't you!? I’ll massage it for you. I’m sure Nazunyan has something useful…”
“Okay…” Leo pouts, exhaling heavier than Izumi is used to hearing from her. “But put my song in the Sena envelope!! It’s a masterpiece!”
Searching someone’s belongings isn't right. There's no left and right to it, it’s just wrong. But Izumi was right on the money betting on Nazuna. “It’s not a Sena envelope, it’s yours!? You’re the one who made all those…” She’s sure Nazuna wouldn't mind if someone borrowed her body oil…
“Take your pants off.” She commands.
“What?”
“What do you mean what? I’m not putting oil on your clothes! Hurry up!? It’s nothing I haven't seen before!”
“And expose myself to the biggest pervert I know!? Seeing it once doesn't mean you'll see it whenever you want! Sena wants to do scary things to me, wahahaha!” Leo says that, and then laughs.
Izumi’s heart sinks. Yeah, she is all of that… But only to her girlfriend! Leo listens to her anyway too, she slips herself out of those awfully baggy pants with a bit of a struggle. Her thigh must still hurt, but not badly.
Something else hurts now. Izumi doesn't know if it's her heart or her pride. The fact that she can't tell them apart must be so unhealthy. “You're so annoying… If you said that in public I’d throw you in the river myself next time, got it?”
“I got it~.” Leo laughs and lies on her stomach. “We got everything done, right? All we have to do is vacuum now! Wahaha, almost there!”
“ I worked the hardest though…?” Izumi mumbles the complaint. Not quite because she’s hiding something, but taking in the view of her toy of a girl lying down for her.
Seriously… She’s frustrating.
Izumi sits on the side of the bed just to occupy her body while her mind wanders. Like an eagle, hunting — analyzing.
To some people — to idiots — Leo could pass as just another normal girl with oversized clothes in the crowd. Skinny and short, no curves and all lean muscle.
But Izumi is better than them, her taste is so much more refined and they all suck.
The model knows better. Leo’s the sexiest thing she could dream to put her hands on. Sharp outlines of muscles on a petite body, everything about her is beautiful.
It’s not anyone that can satisfy all of her desires. She’s picky, she knows that's wrong. Picky with herself, picky with who she puts her pathetically fragile heart with.
Meeting Leo for the first time was a nightmare. A girl that ticks all of her boxes, physically, emotionally, and on a soul standard Izumi never knew she had before then.
Leo’s existence had rung alarms in Izumi’s mind since day one, and it continues to do so right now.
That same girl, now a woman exposing her naked skin to the biggest pervert she knows. Izumi spills cold oil over her thigh just to hear Leo whine. — “Noo…” Leo’s complaint is muffled by her bedsheets. “Warm it, blockhead Sena! Or I’ll shower you with cold oil as divine punishment! Why are you laughing!?”
Right… She’s laughing. Izumi runs her hand over the oiled skin to gently warm the muscle. “Stay still so you don't pull another muscle now… ♪”
Leo grumbles a complaint under her breath. Izumi knows what it is. Leo hates being told what to do, but she loves obeying Izumi. What a disaster. What a horrible shitty disaster. Izumi understands that mess, she’s part of it.
She pushes the buttons only she sees, so she moves closer to Leo — her hand glides smoothly on her thigh and higher up; teasing under Leo’s underwear and pulling on the fabric. “Good girl.” She firmly tells Leo, and Leo doesn't make a single sound.
Izumi smiles.
“Does it still hurt?” Izumi slyly asks, knowing the real answer already. But Leo still lies — still insists on playing the innocent girl role and she says “Yes.”
The taller woman chuckles. She can definitely play along with that; she’s sitting up above the composer in a swift motion, spilling more oil over the exposed skin of her thighs. Leo hisses under her, “It’s cold you jerk…” but she’s so cute. She’s adorable, how could Izumi not piss her off?
“I said relax, I’m doing you a favor here you know.” You doll, Izumi wants to shower Leo in all of her affection but she’s not ready to go that far that soon.
She rubs the warm skin honestly, just in case Leo was serious, and it’s not making Izumi any less painfully horny, really. And only when she sees her girlfriend’s body relax does she rub her hands higher. She feels the soft flesh of her girlfriend’s ass, and bites her lips at the feeling it sends straight to her groin.
“ Senaa… ow…” Leo dares to moan — or maybe she doesn't. Izumi will give her credit for covering her mouth. But the fact that her moans aren't faked, and won't be faked is enough to drive Izumi’s lust into overdrive.
“Does it hurt here?” Izumi asks like it’s the most normal thing, but her deep voice falls an octave, her desire seeping off the edges.
She squeezes on Leo’s ass and sighs. Her thumbs are enough to bring out the most lewd mewls out of the smaller woman… Isn't it natural to want to bully her some more?
Leo’s body is so weak, she bites back her moans with every hard press of Izumi’s fingers. And it’s not like Izumi is trying, a simple touch is enough to make Leo’s body arch.
Izumi likes that. She likes it so much.
“It— I don't know…” Leo gasps under her, covering her sweet voice with one hand while reaching to Izumi’s wrist with the other. She’s acting soo innocent, Izumi smirks.
“If it’s overwhelming then doesn't that mean that you're stressed?~” Izumi teases and rubs the delicate flesh with more force. “ Ah —” It invites a gasp and a hiccup from the woman underneath her. Izumi chuckles. “Relax, Leo-chan…~ Let me help, I’m already doing it anyway…”
Poor, poor Leo. Izumi can't help but relish at the sight; a sensitive hot mess, blushing red and heating warmer with every press. She’s starting to sweat, Izumi can see that. She finds it gorgeous more than anything, that is what she calls a pretty sweat.
The model leans lower to whisper to Leo’s ear a usual question. Because when she’s this turned on, she hates herself. Feeling this good can't be right.
She needs to ask, she needs validation. “We’re green, aren't we…?”
Leo whispers back. “We’re uchuu…” And Izumi levels her with a mildly scared and greatly desperate: “Be serious…”
“I am serious…!” Leo insists, whispering as if she’s trying to keep the mood . Hypocritical, considering the number one mood-killer award is hers without competition. “Yeah, really really green…”
“Good…” Izumi says and kisses the sweat off her cheek. “You're so hot when you act all innocent…” She whispers against her ear, and squeezes her ass just to hear that sweet rewarding moan again. “Makes me wanna grind it on you when you're playing dumb to it… Makes me wanna tie you down and lick you till you cum.”
She’s rewarded by more than a moan. Leo grinds her ass up against Izumi, whimpering sweetly like she’s begging . Izumi slides her oiled hand between Leo’s legs, pressing and circling her thumb over the wet hot clothed entrance and earning another beautiful whine.
“Senaa… I’m really burning there, it hurts…” Fuck you, fuck you. Izumi inhales deeply. I’m so going to fuck you.
Just as punishment for making her this hot and bothered, Izumi won't let Leo cum now. She deserves it for being annoyingly perfect, and it’s not like Izumi is done having fun with her anyway.
So instead Izumi taunts her. “What’s burning?” She slips her hand up Leo’s ridiculously oversized sweatshirt as she asks. “What’s it called, huh?”
The question seems to annoy the shorter woman. She glares at Izumi as if to ask, Really? And Izumi responds by raising a brow to further emphasize on her question.
“My…” Leo struggles, trying to find the least embarrassing word to use. It’s amusing in some wicked way, Izumi smiles and pushes Leo on her back. She rolls the composer’s sweatshirt up and up until it’s safely restraining her arms above her head.
Izumi takes a moment to unbutton her own clothes and stare. Leo’s body looks sculpted when she’s posed like this, Izumi knows it’s the awkward position that has her bones showing more prominently.
But it’s a perfect and beautiful access to her upper body. Her small chest falls and rises in that lame sports bra, and her stomach and sides are helplessly exposed to her girlfriend above her.
Izumi’s clothes are now out of the way. (And the way Leo stares — as if looking at Izumi’s naked body could be enough to make her reach her euphoria. Maybe that’s a brain-gasm. It’s nothing compared to what the model will give her.) The taller woman makes it her job to not leave a spot untouched on that wonderful body.
“I’m not touching you there until you say it…” Izumi taunts with a smile, pressing a slow kiss on Leo’s chapped lips and traveling her hand across her chest.
“Mmnh… Bully… Sadist! Pervert!” Leo accuses with an adorable pout. It’s only feeding Izumi’s twisted ego, really.
The model smirks and slips her hand under the bra, her touches harsh and vengeful as she mercilessly squeezes the sensitive breasts. It has Leo throwing her head back and gasping, trying to escape the touch and lean towards it at the same time.
Her skin reddens quickly, or maybe Izumi is groping too harshly. She likes doing it too much, so much that she’s losing some of her self control. With every rub and pinch of adorable nubs, Izumi fights the urge to rub herself on Leo’s body. She’s not done, but fuck she wants to cum!
“Senaa… “ Her girlfriend calls out to her, and Izumi will deny the grunt she spoke in return for the rest of her life.
Leo’s doing the same, or the opposite — she’s rolling her hips up, desperate for Izumi to touch her. Moaning softly with every touch on her breasts. “Senaa… I don't wanna say it… Please? I can't…”
Izumi gulps and nods, sliding her hand down to Leo’s underwear and slipping it past her legs. “In an orange way or in an acting cute way?”
“Orange…” Leo replies. Izumi quickly returns to hover over her, this time spreading the composer’s legs apart to settle herself between them.
Then she leans down again, kissing Leo’s lips and slipping that sweatshirt off of her as well. “Okay… If we’re doing this I’d seriously rather not give you another pulled muscle.” She discards the sweatshirt aside, and now with the freedom to kiss all over Leo’s neck — she sucks and nibbles on every part of her skin like she needs her.
Leo laughs at her comment, and runs her hand over the model’s soft hair as she kisses her. It feels good, being loved by Sena. She looks happy, and Izumi wants to eat that happiness out of her.
“Hey…” Izumi asks, and she’s horny enough to not feel too embarrassed by her wants. “Can I still touch your armpits…? Shit. I seriously hate how that sounds…!”
“Wahahaha! Of course you can!” Leo laughs and moves her hips up, trying to rush Izumi, as if Izumi’s worries are stupid. “I told you I’m curious about it too. I think I’ll like it. I’ve been liking everything so far so that’s a good sign.”
“Fine.” Izumi hisses. She hugs Leo’s hurt thigh for her own selfish reason; she needs anything to hold onto her sanity while he moves herself lower. She can see it in Leo’s eyes — she knows Leo sees it in her eyes too.
A slow nervous descent with shaky hips, too scared to relish in what’s to come but confidently knowing they'll die without it. Izumi counts — 3, 2 ,1 in her head. Because she’s a coward like that. But when she locks herself with her girlfriend at last — she gasps a broken moan and grips onto her tighter.
“Leo-chan—” The second she rolls her hips is the second her eyes roll behind her. Hot slick tangles with her own, and she could rub it to this feeling for hours. If Leo let's her — she would.
The girl under her calls. “Sena- Sena!” A breathless voice that isn't new, but is always what Izumi carnally needs. It’s always what moves her.
She lets go of the thigh only to dive in deeper; rubbing herself harder on that wet heat and gripping onto the composer’s delicate arm. “You’re so fucking annoying…!” She huffs and locks that arm up, licking the hollow heat under her girlfriend's arm like a debauched animal.
She hates how much it hurts her pride, but she loves taking from Leo. Izumi hisses. “And you taste good, it pisses me off…!”
The ginger yelps, not once — her broken whimpers fall with every moan she chokes when Izumi continues to lick her, kiss her, suck on her underarm. “S-Senaa…! I’m gonna cum!” Leo moans like her name is a melody. It’s so abnormal, so secretive to only them. And it’s a pleasure only they will ever know that they enjoy.
“Keep your arms up.” Izumi demands, and Leo follows in a heartbeat. “Gonna rub your cunt with a pussy and my hand. You can never get enough can you?” She hisses and licks her hand, rushedly sinking it between them and touching Leo’s clit.
But she’s rubbing her own too, and it makes her groan against the girl’s underarm. She’s not coming from that alone, even if she deserves a medal for lasting this long anyway.
It’s a matter of pride to Izumi when she glides her free hand to Leo’s breasts and plays with her. “I’ll grope your little tits too, and you're gonna keep letting me have my way with you like a fucking toy. Like I put you there, stay fixed like the doll you are for me.”
She feels Leo thrashing under her — screaming, breathless. It doesn't stop her from relishing in the taste of her underarm. Izumi sucks on it so grossly, she doesn't care. She doesn't care that drool is falling down her chin and that every lick she gives her girl resounds in desperate breaths across the room.
It’s good. Izumi wants to do it again and again — it’s always good with Leo. She gives up at last. She takes Leo’s hand and moves it to rub herself above her shaky form. The visual stimulation is enough, but feeling Leo’s hands on its own is a feeling too divine for her to try and rationalize.
All she knows is that there is a much smaller hand on her entrance, rubbing and barely fingering her with only half a mind. Leo’s green eyes are blown out, and Izumi pushes those little fingers deeper inside herself and that is all it takes for her to cum.
Finally , Izumi hisses. She needs to stop denying her own orgasms…
“...I mean,” Izumi breathes and drops her weight onto the bed. Feeling her brain slowly calm along with her body.
“I know it’s stupid to ask… But are you good?”
The smile she receives is blinding. Leo is tired like a cute cat, Izumi just wants to pet her. “I’m good… I wanna drink water…”
“I’ll get you that water soon… Shit, stop seducing me in public! I know it's your room but you're not alone!”
With that shit eating grin Izumi knows too well, Leo rolls on her back. “What? You think that I’m seductive?”
“...Of course I do. Stupid…” She sighs, giving up and petting Leo’s hair. It makes her bark her usual laugh, and Izumi huffs. “And you know it. You're so annoying.”