One Shots! [Lewd Short Stories 18+]

Yor Briar

From Spy X Family
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Something was off... Am I the only one who thinks this morning is a bit too peaceful?

[ANYA]: Papa! Can we go play in the snow? I wanna make a big snowman - holding guns out of ice!

I'd sit up, feeling the bangs under my eyes. I had been up all night trying to practice with this "interesting" one. How can I not be tired?

[Y/N]: We can't, Anya. I need you inside for the day. If this girl keeps bugging me, I'm gonna get pushed towards my limit...

[ANYA]: !!! Scary!

I roll on my side and sigh. I just want to relax for today... An interview is scheduled for Anya's attendance at the Eden Academy this weekend, so I still have enough time to practice. Hopefully, they learn faster than I think they'll learn...

Some time passes. Anya is sleeping in her room while Yor and I are currently in the living room. She woke up a little bit after I decided to get up off the couch. She must have known I was out of it because she insisted on making me tea.

[YOR]: Hmm? You'll be leaving soon?

[Y/N]: Yeah. I have errands to run, so I'll be back a little bit later. We can begin prepping for our practice with Anya once I return.

[YOR]: Yes, (Y/N)-san!

Yor smiles. For some odd reason, seeing her like this makes me wonder how it would have really been if this engagement was more than just a mission...

No. I mustn't think like that. I need to clear my head...

[Y/N]: Mm... Hey, some TV?

[YOR]: Huh? Oh, yeah! Ah, where is that remote... Ah! There!

The TV flashes on. Normally, I'd see Anya's favorite crime show appear on this channel. Instead, we were given a cooking show. Wow... this country's food always seems to amaze me...

[Y/N]: Quite the delicate cuisine... Hey, I could whip that up for dinner tonight if you and Anya would like to---

I noticed Yor's red face and her arms between her legs. It seemed she was stuck in a trance while staring at the TV. It caught me off guard.

[Y/N]: Uhh, Yor...?

The rise of a gasp releases from Yor's lips. Her eyes ogled the Chefs knife that the chef was using to chop some condiments for a recipe. Seeing this, I slowly took the remote from Yor and turned the TV off. Yor soon came back to her senses.

[YOR]: Huh? O-Oh my, I'm sorry!

Yor covers her face in embarrassment, and I only looked at her opposite side, confused. What was that all about?

[Y/N]: Uhh... Do you wanna talk about it?

[YOR]: N-No, it's fine! D-Don't worry about it...

I narrowed my eyes to her response before sighing once more and closing my eyes, standing up from the couch. Yor still seemed flustered, so I decided not to ask her too about it again. I think we've talked too much for now, anyway.

[Y/N]: Well, alright. I think I'll be heading out then.

[YOR]: O-Oh, are you leaving alrea-

Yor yelped as her foot hit against the table while she stood up along with me, and she fell forward. I couldn't react fast enough. She toppled me back onto the couch, and we both were staring at each other with flustered faces. Yor straddled my lap, pushing my back against the couch. Shit, this isn't good...