Chapter Text
promise me u guys won't look at me differently after this
ive been practicing my smut. for a very long time.
mirror sex... uh uh... strap.. mm what else.. dom kira.. uh.. hmm.... yeah i gtg now bye!!
oh n they r married in this (i also headcanon kira only wearing fucking blue shit)
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Kira huffed as she finally stepped foot in she and her wife's mansion. The warm, golden streams of the sun flowing into the entry through the curtains, casting soft shadows over the two.
Yumeko followed behind, lazily kicking her shoes off and throwing them wherever. She slipped her bag off her shoulder, letting it rest on the floor with a thud.
"Really?" Kira's tone was sharp as she didn't even glance at her wife. She easily slid her heels off, placing them next to the door. She then grabbed Yumeko's and placed them next to her neatly placed ones. "You just couldn't have put those away?"
Yumeko just shrugged, barely giving Kira even a sliver of her attention. "They weren't in your way," She muttered under her breath, starting to walk off toward the living room.
Kira exhaled sharply, clenching her jaw to keep her compose. Yumeko was being a brat all day. Snarky comments, horrible attitude, and overall she was being a huge bitch.
Kira had no idea why Yumeko was acting the way she was. The day started off normal, they ate breakfast together, washed the dishes, got ready.
They've been planning a hang out with all of their old council members for the longest time, and today was the day they were all able to make it. Yumeko wanted to go, she didn't complain at all.
Except when she got there. That's when the bratty attitude came out to play, the sarcastic remarks, the subtle eye rolls only for Kira to see.
Kira thought the childish behavior would stop as soon as they left.
It didn't.
It continued as they got in the car, on the way home, and even as they entered the house.
Kira followed her wife into the living room, watching as Yumeko just sprawled herself out on the large, leather couch.
"You're wrinkling your dress," Kira pointed out, watching the visible creases appear on the fabric. Kira had a right to point it out. She spent a lot of money on it for Yumeko, and she acts like it was cheap.
Yumeko glanced down at the dress, smiling smugly as she saw the creases. "You can just buy another one," Yumeko remarked, voice dripping with mockery.
Yes, Kira's rich and spoils her wife. In return, she didn't expect her wife to act like a total brat.
Kira's jaw was clenched and her firsts curled into balls at her sides. "Yumeko."
Yumeko looked up from her phone, tilting her head. "Mhmm?" She asked like she was bored. When she didn't receive a response, only a sharp glare, she continued her behavior.
"What, Kira? Are you going to lecture me again? Punish me for my attitude? Orrr, glare at me until I magically start behaving?" She giggled, leaning forward on her elbows. "Wait, I know. You'll just sigh at me like how you always did in high school when I misbehaved. Because that's all you know how to do."
Kira's jaw tightened. She exhaled through her nose, her voice low. "Keep talking, Yumeko." She challenged her.
Yumeko's smirk grew wider as she heard Kira's warning and the anger slowly building up in her voice. "Ooohh~, that tone," She rested her chin on her hands, still looking up at Kira. "So threatening, Kira-san. Are you actually going to do something this time, or let me get away with it?"
Yumeko's voice was taunting. Filled with mockery and boredom. She was dragging out each word, testing how far she could push her.
"Fix your attitude," Is all Kira said. Her nails were biting into her palms from how hard her fists were curled inwards.
Yumeko let out a dramatic gasp, putting a hand over her heart like she was offended. "Fix my attitude?" She repeated back, her eyes were sparkling with amusement. "That's ironic coming from you, Kira."
"Fix it, or I will fix it for you." Kira warned, finally stepping towards her. Yumeko didn't even move. Her gaze was locked on kira's, looking up at her with a smug grin.
"Oooohhh, scary~" She teased, her smile only becoming wider. Her eyes filled with amusement stared up at Kira's ones that were filled with something she couldn't quite read. Yumeko leaned back on the couch, going to cross her legs.
As she was moving them, Kira's leg stepped in between them. Her hand moved up to Yumeko's jaw, pointing it up towards her.
Yumeko's breath hitched in her throat for a split second, not expecting Kira's actions. "What are you going to do, Kira-san~, We both know you won't do anything." She teased. She knew Kira wouldn't do anything.
Kira lets her act like a brat all the time and doesn't do anything about it. That's how she gets away with the things she does. Kira simply gives in to her bratty attitude.
However, this time, Kira wasn't having it. She was done. She had to deal with this attitude and snarky remarks for far too long today. Getting embarrassed infront of their friends, Yumeko laughing silently as if she didn't have a part of it.
"Go upstairs," She said, slowly lowering her face closer to Yumeko's. "Lay on the bed, wait for me." She told her. Her thumb brushed over Yumeko bottom lip, parting them. She just barely slipped it into her mouth before she pulled back.
"Now." She ordered, and then she turned on her heel. She walked out of the room, leaving Yumeko alone with her thoughts. Her own thumb brushed over her lips, almost like she was trying to feel Kira's on her own.
As much as she wanted to reply with a sarcastic remark, Kira was gone. Gone to where? She didn't know. She didn't pay attention. She was too busy in her own thoughts. The way Kira leaned in, the authority in her voice, her thumb brushing over her lips.
Yumeko had no choice but to obey. So, she did what was asked of her. She didn't know what was coming. She didn't know if she was supposed to keep her clothes on or off. She settled on keeping them on. If Kira wanted them off then she could take them off herself.
She laid on the bed propped up by her elbows. She shifted impatiently on the silk sheets, waiting. Her body was left hot and dazed earlier. She could feel every sensation under her.
The golden light from the setting sun pooled through the curtains, glistening over her silky dress and bare legs.
And then finally, the soft sound of deliberate footsteps caught her attention. Yumeko's heart pounded so hard she swore it would pop out of her chest. From excitement? Nerves? She couldn't tell.
The door creaked open revealing Kira. She stood in the doorway, perfectly composed as if she hadn't just made Yumeko tremble beneath her.
Yumeko stared. Hard. How could she not? Her wife was beautiful.
Kira leaned against the doorframe, staring at her wife on the bed. She was dressed in a long, dark navy blue silky robe. It hugged her body in all of the right places. The curve of her shoulders, her amazing frame.
Her dark, black inky hair flowing down her back. Her sea green eyes staring right back at Yumekos chocolate ones.
Yumeko swallowed. She swallowed hard. Her eyes traveled all over her body. Her long, elegant legs peeking through the fabric she wore. The curve of her hips and waist.
Then up to her chest, the fabric opening just enough to see a small sliver of her breasts.
It made Yumeko's mouth water.
"Kira..." Yumeko's voice cracked. She didn't mean for it to.
Kira's jaw was clenched as her eyes didn't leave Yumeko's. "Who gave you permission to speak?"
Yumeko instantly closed her mouth. Any snarky remarks she had planned earlier were gone.
Kira stepped into the room, slow and deliberate. The silk robe flowing behind her as she walked closer.
She stopped beside the bed. And that's when Yumeko saw it - the outline underneath the robe. Thick. Strapped around her hips. Yumeko's chest tightened as realization hit her. Her mouth only watering more at the thought.
Kira smirked as she saw Yumeko's eyes linger on her. "On your knees."
Yumeko obliged. Obliged like it's the only thing she knew how to do. Slowly, she slid off the mattress, hesitantly lowering herself onto her knees.
The roughness of the floor pained her knees, but that's the least of her worries.
Kira tilted her chin up with two fingers, forcing her to look at her. "Look at you," She purred, voice low and almost mocking. "how about we put that pretty mouth of yours to good use, hm?"
Yumeko's lips parted but she didn't speak. She didn't dare speak. She could feel her body heating up with every passing second.
And that's when Kira dropped the robe, revealing what she had for Yumeko.
The robe slid from her shoulders, pooling at her feet. She kicked it away, eyes not looking away from Yumeko's.
And Yumeko stared back. She looked up, taking everything in. The sun from the windows leaking in, golden glows casting over her wife's body.
She couldn't breathe. Her breath hitched in her throat. Her fingers twitched, resisting the urge to touch Kira.
The harness hugged Kira's thighs snuggly, holding onto what Yumeko was getting tonight.
Kira leaned down, fingers trailing down Yumeko's jaw. "Hands behind your back,"
Yumeko obeyed. Of course she did. She's gone. She laced her fingers behind her back, hands sweaty.
"Good girl," She purred out, fingers still tracing her jaw down to her lips. "Open."
Yumeko's chest was rising and falling. Fast. She parted her lips, allowing Kira to slip her thumb past them.
Kira watched as her wife closed her lips around it, her tongue instinctually brushing around it. "There you go," She encouraged her.
She took her thumb out, a long warm string of saliva connecting the two together. It broke when she rubbed her thumb over her lips making them glisten with saliva.
Yumeko whimpered. She tried to close her thighs together the best she could while kneeling.
"Patience, my love." Kira tilted her head up a bit more. "Be good for me, yeah?"
Yumeko nodded. Kira didn't even need her to nod. She just did.
And that's when Kira's free hand finally trailed down her own body, reaching the shaft between her legs.
She held it out for her, placing the tip right infront of her lips.
Kira's hand that was on her jaw went to her hair, tightening it in her hand.
Yumeko slowly parted her lips, looking up with Kira with eyes full of need.
Kira pushed it past her lips slowly, letting Yumeko warm up to it. Her hand in her hair pushed Yumeko's head forward, making her let out soft whimpers and gags.
It took a second for Yumeko to fully relax, but once she did, she was bobbing up and down Kira's cock with ease, almost like she had done this a thousand times before. Because she has.
Yumeko's hands twitched behind her, desperate to reach out and touch. But she knew better. She was a good girl.
Her tongue swirled along the tip, tongue sliding back down the length.
Hands still on the back of her head, Kira pushed it deeper into her mouth. Yumeko took Kira in to the base, choking back a sob in her throat as it hit the back of her throat.
"Such a good girl," Kira praised, wiping away drool that started to pool in the corner of Yumeko's mouth. "Always taking me so well.."
Yumeko moaned as she heard that, continuing to suck off her girlfriend. Yumeko made eye contact the whole time as she bobbed her head back and forth. Cheeks hollowing as she took her in. The ache between her thighs only worsened.
"You look so pretty," Kira stared at her in awe as Yumeko gagged on her cock. She always took her so well like this. "You wanted this, hm? Is that why you gave me attitude today?"
Tears started welling in her eyes as Kira's length hit the back off her throat over and over again.
Kira's hand that was in her hair tugged her back, slipping her dick out of her wife's mouth. Yumeko whimpered. Her throat stung from the constant repeating of the shaft hitting the back of her throat.
"Stand up," Kira instructed, watching Yumeko's lips tremble. Yumeko slowly stood up on shaky legs, hands falling to her sides as she waited for Kira.
Kira took one step forward, capturing Yumeko's lips in her own. Yumeko's body trembled, she could feel the strap brushing against her thighs.
The kiss was a mess. Sloppy, wet, dirty. Kira bit her bottom lip earning a whimper from her wife, slipping her tongue into her mouth.
Yumeko accepted it, holding back moans that so desperately wanted to come out. Kira's hands traveled up her body, gripping her waist.
Yumeko's skin heated up. Kira's tongue explored her mouth, running over the top.
Kira pulled back, letting Yumeko catch her breath.
Yumeko's lips were swollen and red. A string of saliva connected the two. The heat pooled into her lower back. Her cunt throbbed.
Kira was quick to slide the dress off of her, throwing it somewhere unimportant. Yumeko shivered as the cool air hit her burning body.
Kira looked into her wife's eyes for permission as her hands were playing with the straps of her bra. Yumeko gave a small nod and Kira took it off of her.
Her nipples pebbled under the air. Or maybe it was from Kira's gaze. Or both.
The fire in her abdomen burned. Her skin prickled as she watched Kira take in her almost naked body.
Kira captured her wife in another kiss, pushing her towards the bed. Yumeko's thighs hit the back of it, her body shaky as she sat down.
Kira's hands stayed on her waist, tongue brushing up against Yumeko's.
Her mouth traveled to her jaw, leaving soft, wet kisses. Kira swore she could take her right there. But she wouldn't. She planned to completely take away Yumeko's attitude she had today.
So if that meant edging her for hours non stop?
She would.
Yumeko shivered, leaning her head back and fluttering her eyes shut as her wife's lips traveled to her neck.
Kira left wet, open mouth kisses all over the skin. Yumeko shivered, letting out breathy whimpers and moans.
When Kira found her sweet spot on the nape of her neck, Yumeko swore she could finish right then and there. She sucked in a breath as Kira sucked, bit, savored her.
Heat was spreading all over Yumeko's skin. She tried to clench her thighs together but it was impossible due to Kira standing in between them.
Yumeko whined, squeezing her eyes shut. The area between her thighs burned, desperate for friction. Her hands curled in the sheets under her, knuckles turning pure white.
"You're gonna be good for me, yeah?" Kira kissed her neck again. "You're gonna take my cock like a good girl?"
Yumeko didn't answer. Kira told her she couldn't talk.
Kira bit, grazed her teeth, and soothed the spot with her tongue over and over again. She was leaving bruising marks all over her wife's neck that would be impossible to cover up.
Kira pressed one more soft kiss to her sweet spot, watching Yumeko shudder as she pulled back.
Yumeko looked like a fucking mess. Her make up was smudged, tears threatening to spill. Trying her best to rub her thighs together - to feel something, anything.
And Kira ate up every single bit of it.
"Turn around." Kira ordered her.
"W-what?" Yumeko's voice broke as she finally spoke.
"You heard me."
Yumeko, the trembling obedient mess she was, did what was asked of her.
She kept her chocolate eyes on Kira as she stood up, then turned around like Kira ordered.
Her wife's hands found her waist, holding her there.
That's when she understood why her wife wanted her to turn around.
"You're going to watch yourself, understand?" Kira growled in her ear, one of her hands leaving her waist to point Yumeko's face towards the mirror infront of them. "Watch yourself come apart under my hands, can you do that?"
Yumeko whimpered. Loud and embarrassing. She nodded, her eyes locking with her own in the mirror that was infront of them.
It was humiliating.
But Yumeko's cunt couldn't help but clench around absolutely nothing at the thought of it.
Kira's hands started wandering all over her body. Brushing the waistband of her panties, trailing up and down her sides making her shiver.
Then her hands found her breasts, and she outlined underneath them. She cupped the mounds, earning a soft gasp from the girl.
Her thumbs found her nipples, starting to rub slow circles on the pebbled flesh.
Yumeko let out a shattering breath, back instinctively arching into Kira's frame. Kira didn't stop, continuing her movements on her nipples.
Yumeko leaned her head back on her wife's shoulder, closing her eyes, making Kira stop immediately. "Ah ah," She barked. "Eyes on yourself."
Yumeko let out a soft whimper but obliged, meeting her own reflection once again. Kira's movements on her hardened nipples started again.
Kira was looking at her body through the mirror, and Yumeko's thighs couldn't help but rub together.
"F-fuck," Yumeko spurted out. Kira pressed hard, twisted, pulled on her nipples. "I'm- Kira... Im gonna come—"
Kira stopped. Then she laughed.
She laughed as she just robbed Yumeko from an orgasm.
"Just from that?"
Yumeko broke already as Kira stopped, moving her hands off of her body completely. She sobbed out, pussy clenching, desperate for more friction.
Kira smirked behind her, her hands trailing back down her wife's body. They played with the dark red panties she wore, teasing.
Her fingers ran over the fabric, she chuckled to herself as she caught the darker wet spot in the middle of her panties in the mirror.
Yumeko's hips jerked under the touch, finally getting some sort of friction.
Kiras hands continued their tease, rubbing her through the fabric.
Yumeko gasped out, her hands moving back and grabbing Kiras thighs - the best she could with the position she was in.
Kira removed her hands, earning a whine from Yumeko. Kira's fingers slid under the waistband, and Yumeko thought she was finally going to give in and touch her,
but Kira only slid the fabric off of her, helping Yumeko step out of it.
"B-baby," Yumeko choked out, making eye contact with Kira through the mirror. "Please..."
"No." Kira simply said, flatly. "You don't deserve anything right now, Yumeko. You're lucky i'm even touching you."
Desperate tears soon fell from Yumeko's eyes. The heat pooling in her lower back was so bad. She needed Kira to touch her.
"I could stop," Kira put one hand on her waist, the other making their ways in between Yumeko thighs. "I could leave you like this," She continued.
"Or," Her fingers found Yumeko's swollen clit, rubbing the small bundle of nerves with the pads of her fingers. "I could make you watch me touch myself, leaving you aching, needy, desperate?" She drawled out each syllable.
"N-no," Yumeko tried, she tried so hard to keep her eyes open and on herself as she watched Kira toy with her clit. "No.. Kira— please." She choked out.
"Stop talking," Kira ordered. Yumeko's hips jerked, crumbling beneath her wife.
Kira's fingers slid in between her folds, spreading her wetness around and gathering her slick on her fingers.
The whole time she was keeping eye contact with Yumeko in the mirror.
Kira licked a long, wet stripe up her neck making her wife shudder. Her fingers continued to play in between her lips, before stopping right above her entrance.
She smirked at Yumeko through the mirror. Yumeko could only moan.
Kira, very carefully, slid just the tip of her finger in her wife.
Yumeko's hips buckled just from that.
She slid the rest of her finger into her, curling to find her favorite spot.
She knew she found it when Yumeko almost fell forward on the bed.
Luckily for Yumeko, Kira's free hand that was on her waist moved to her hair, keeping her up.
"You like that, baby?" She teased, curling her fingers again. "Feels good, hm?"
Yumeko only let out delicious moans.
She slid her finger in and out of her cunt, sopping wet sounds filling the room along with Yumekos moans.
"Can't— can't you go faster than that?" Yumeko taunted, breathless.
Turns out Kira still hasn't fucked the attitude out of her.
In one quick motion, she slipped her finger out of her and bent Yumeko down so she was lying on the bed, belly down.
She slapped her aching core once, causing Yumeko to jerk forward and let out sobs of regret.
One hand still in her hair, she held her head up so she could watch herself. Kira leaned down, peppering kisses all over her back. She trailed down her spine, reaching the curve of her ass.
Before Yumeko could make another snarky comment, one hand came down and struck her ass.
Yumeko yelped, knees buckling and hips jerking.
Kira smoothed the soft flesh under her hands. "That's for the attitude you gave me today,"
Then another. Yumeko had the same reaction.
Soothing the skin, "That's for talking back."
And they kept going. One strike after another until Yumeko was full on crying, babbling out apologizes.
"You're sorry?" Kira leaned down, hot breath fanning over her ear. She had both hands soothing the reddened flesh now.
Yumeko nodded, pressing her face into the mattress, choking out sobs.
Kira licked the shell of her ear, grabbing a fist full of her hair. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
Yumeko nodded. She only knew how to nod.
The hands that were on her wife's ass spread her thighs apart. One hand on her wife's back, steadying her. The other moving to grab the length between her legs.
Kira noticed as Yumeko tensed beneath her. "It's okay," She cooed. "Just relax. Breathe." She reminded her.
Yumeko took a deep breath, listening to her wife. Kira lined herself up with Yumeko's entrance, teasing it with the tip.
Yumeko let out a shaky breath, watching herself in the mirror. She looked completely ruined.
It was embarrassingly easy to slip into Yumeko. She was so fucking wet. Kira groaned, watching her cock slip into her wife.
Yumeko's cunt welcomed her length, walls fluttering around the cock. Kira stretched her walls. Yumeko's eyes rolled back.
Yumeko adjusted to the size, letting out pornographic moans. Her wife was huge. Yet she always took it so well.
Kira buried the strap inside of her, watching her face for any signs of pain or discomfort. All she saw was bliss.
Kira's cock massaged her wife's inner walls. Yumeko's cunt sucked her in greedily. Kira set a steady pace, rolling her hips into her wife.
Skin slapping against skin. Yumeko's moans. The harness brushing over her clit just barely. It was all making Kira's own arousal drip down her thighs.
Kira fucked her wife with a brutal, hungry pace.
Yumeko was close already. The constant teasing made her extremely sensitive. She was chasing her orgasm, hips meeting Kira's pace. Her clit was grinding against the mattress just right.
Her cunt was dripping. She was sweating, lips parted - letting out the most mouthwatering moans.
And Kira was savoring every second of it.
Yumeko's knees buckled as maybe one of the best orgasms ever crashed through her. Her eyes rolled back so far she swore she saw stars.
Her movements stopped meeting Kira's pace, stuttering to a stop. Her back was arched, knuckles white from gripping the sheets.
And Kira stopped. She didn't even fuck her through it.
"Did I give you permission to come?"
Yumeko froze. How could she be so stupid?
Yumeko panted, meeting Kira's gaze through her blurry vision through the mirror. "N-No," She stuttered.
Kira didn't give Yumeko a chance to relax as she pounded back into her, earning a startled gasp and yelp from her wife.
Yumeko screamed from the overstimulation, burying her face into the mattress. Her walls pulsed around Kira's cock. Sweat glistening on her bare chest. "Too much—"
"No, baby," One of Kira's hands fisted her hair, pulling her head up. The other wrapped around her waist, pulling her up to hold her. All while not slowing her face inside of Yumeko. "You're gonna take it."
Yumeko was drooling. This whole situation was humiliating. Borderline pornographic.
Yumeko bent over, watching herself as her wife railed into her from behind. Her hands flat on the mattress, threatening to give out any second.
Kira was whispering absolute filth into her ear.
"That's it. Watch yourself, baby. Watch my cock slip in and out of you."
The wet sounds from Yumeko's cunt filled the room.
"I- I can't—!" Yumeko cried out, body twitching.
"Yes you can," Kira pushed her further. "You're doing so good, taking me like this. I fuck you so good, huh?"
"I-" Yumeko couldn't form any real words. "'M... g-gonna come..."
"You want to come?" Kira asked, fucking into her wife as her arm was still around her waist.
"Y-yes— I— please-" She cried out.
"Hmm," Kira pretended to think. "Do you think you deserve it?"
The arm that wasn't around her waist traveled to her swollen bud, flicking the nerves between Yumeko's thighs.
"I— I can't take it—" Strangled noises left Yumeko's throat. She wailed, whined, whimpered. "F-fuck, Ki-ra, please—"
And as if she was blessed, Kira leaned in and whispered in her ear,
"Come."
And Yumeko did. She came so fucking hard she swore she saw heaven. Kira's name was on her lips the whole time.
Her eyes were screwed shut, the tension in her lower belly finally snapping. She shattered.
"That's it, that's it baby," Kira praised, not stopping. "There you go, look baby, watch yourself."
Yumeko did. The shocks still pulsing through her body. She thought the orgasm was going to last forever. Her eyes rolled back. Back arched. Convulsing. Thighs shaking.
Hot, clear liquid streamed out of her cunt, and she collapsed on to the bed, Kira still inside of her.
She was completely limp.
"Shhh," Kira slowly pulled out of her, stopping when she saw her wince. "It's okay," She kissed the small of her back. "Almost done, baby."
She took the harness off, throwing it on the ground as she loomed over her wife.
"You did so good, baby," She pressed a soft kiss to the back of her neck. "You made such a mess, yeah? You squirted, hm?"
Yumeko moaned into the mattress. There was no way she could speak. Kira completely broke her.
The aftershocks were still rippling through her body.
Yumeko couldn't even move. Her cheeks were pressed into the bed, cheeks damp with tears. Lips parted, body aching.
Carefully, Kira reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a few tissues. "Such a messy girl," She wiped between her wife's thighs, cleaning her up. "So perfect for me."
Yumeko was still too dazed to speak, she only whimpered in response, eyes closed.
Kira slipped an arm around her waist, flipping her wife over and lying her down comfortably. She tucked her into the blanket, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to her temple.
Yumeko's breathing finally evened out. Yumeko couldn't keep her eyes opened for long, she blinked up at Kira, eyes glossy.
"My pretty girl," Kira whispered, thumb brushing over her tear stained cheek.
She leaned down and pressed a gentle, soft and warm kiss to her wife's swollen lips - nothing like the absolute mess of a kiss like earlier. "You did so well for me."
Kira slid into the bed next to her, pulling the limp girl into her arms. She reached over to their bedside table, grabbing a bottle of water.
"Drink," She twisted the cap off, holding the liquid up to her lips. Yumeko obeyed weakly, cheek pressed to Kira's bare chest.
Water dribbled down her chin, Kira wiping it away with a small laugh.
She pressed a kiss to her hair, rubbing small circles onto her wife's back. Yumeko still didn't say anything.
However, after a moment of silence, she broke it. "...I'm- i'm sorry for giving you attitude." She apologized lowly.
Kira laughed softly, brushing strands of hair out of Yumeko's face. "Mhmm, I know you are." The scolding tone from earlier was gone. It was replaced by something soft, warm, and comforting.
"Won't do it anymore..." Yumeko whispered, almost fully asleep.
Kira chuckled. That's a lie. We all know Yumeko wont stop with her attitude. But that only meant Kira got to keep fucking it out of her, and that's something she didn't mind doing. "Sure you wont."
Yumeko weakly whined, "I wontt -..." She trailed off, letting sleep consume her exhausted body.
Kira hummed and pulled the blanket tighter over them, tightening her arms around her wife.
"Love you..." Yumeko whispered barely.
"I love you too," She pressed another kiss to the top of her head. "Even though sometimes youre a brat."
The room fell into a comfortable silence. Yumeko fell asleep to the steady beat of Kira's heartbeat. The only sound being heard in the room was her slow, even breathing as she drifted off.
Kira stroked her back, whispering soft praises and words into her ear until she fell asleep herself.