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i’m actually allergic to long-term planning

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what’s your instagram

send me a dm and i’ll maybe give you it

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yumekira is proudly taking over my brain. ive been thinking about it for 2 days straight after watching the whole show NORMAL. not really surprising! but what really is surprising is my ass feeling this joyous from a ship that isnt and probably wont be canon!!!

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a poisonous kiss 💀

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Honestly this show has a chokehold on me, and by this show I definitely mean the show and definitely not Kira

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need a girlfriend to synch ovulation cycles with so we can do nothing but fuck until it's physically impossible to keep going

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once i lose my virginity my fics will get 10x better

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Chemistry so volatile, it could detonate the plot.

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Sorry, Ryan — but I have to steal that background music.

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The voice, the glances, the tension—undeniable. It wasn’t just chemistry, it was temptation dressed in eye contact.

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i need her SO BAD

Kira’s arrows don’t miss—Yumeko and Ryan just made the mistake of breathing. 🎯💥 And if I’m next? Worth it.

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Can't believe Eve and Clara read these Yumekira Fanfics 😅

Ctto: @ .cctrix (tiktok)

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we’re roommates 😝😝

nah i’m jk we’re just besties

Are you and cranbbervv dating?

no LOL we’re just close friends

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coffee smell, and lilac skin, your flame in me

i’m only here for this moment.

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.ᐟ smut ✿ fluff ‹ / 𝟹 angst

yumeko jabami masterlist

the bet gala .ᐟ yumeko x kira

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.ᐟ smut ✿ fluff ‹ / 𝟹 angst

kira timurov masterlist

the bet gala .ᐟ kira x yumeko

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the bet gala

pairing # yumeko jabami x kira timurov plot # yumeko and kira go to the bet gala contains # smut , switch / yumeko , switch / kira , tension , degradation kink. word count # 1.6k authors note # praying this gets to the right audience, yumekira shippers PLEASEEEEE find this!

yumeko huffs as she steps through the ballroom doors. her eyes scan the room, sharp and calculating, as if investigating every detail. composed, careful.

kira is already seated at the center of the student council’s long table, overseeing the crowd like a queen on her throne. her blue eyes scan across the ballroom-until they stop, locked on yumeko.

her breath hitches.

her gaze travels down yumeko’s body-the red sparkly dress hugging her figure, the deep slit revealing a glimpse of her thigh. kira lets out a shaky breath, openly staring.

“you’re staring,” suki says, giggling beside her, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“fuck off, suki. i was doing no such thing,” she snaps, frowning.

he raises his hands in mock surrender and backs away, smirking.

when kira looks back, yumeko is gone. she blinks, confusion flickering in her eyes. she stands abruptly, scanning the room. nowhere. with a huff, she crosses her arms and sits back down, annoyed.

music begins to play. slowly, couples move to the dance floor, arms intertwined as they sway to the soft rhythm.

and then—she sees her.

yumeko.

dancing with ryan.

her arms wrapped around his neck.

kira’s jaw tightens. why is she dancing with him? a housepet? she thinks bitterly, though her face remains composed.

yumeko glances back at her and winks, lips curved in a smirk, clearly enjoying the reaction she’s getting from kira.

yumeko knows kira too well. she sees everything: the way kira’s fingers twitch, how the tips of her ears flush, the subtle twitch of her eye. small things, that others might miss, yumeko reads like a headline.

kira turns away, trying to mask her emotions by speaking to her sister, riri. Nearby, mary pulls yumeko away from ryan, spinning her into another dance.

riri watches, lips pursed.

“i think mary thinks i ditched her,” she murmurs.

“why would she think that?” kira asks, glancing back at the two women.

“because i haven’t spoken to her all night.”

kira scoffs. “go talk to her then… or do you want me to free her up?”

riri hums in agreement.

without hesitation, kira stands and marches across the ballroom. her hands find yumeko’s waist as she pulls her back from mary, spinning her around to face her.

yumeko gasps in surprise, then giggles, eyes flickering with amusement.

“if you wanted me against you… you could’ve just said,” she whispers, breath warm against kira’s ear.

kira’s breath hitches. yumeko’s body is pressed against hers. their hands entwined. their lips close. kira curses her mind for the thoughts racing through.

“so… how are you, kira-san?” yumeko smirks, a soft laugh escaping her lips.

“i’ve been good. how have you been, yume?” kira’s tone is cool, teasing. The nickname doesn’t go unnoticed.

yumeko giggles, cheeks flushing. “nicknames now, hm? didn't know we were so close..,” she purrs. “i’ve been good-better now that you’re here… holding me like this.” her lips brush kira’s neck, planting a soft kiss that makes kira’s breath falter.

“yumeko,” kira growls in warning.

yumeko pulls back innocently, lips curved in a devilish smile. a pink lipstick mark stains kira’s neck.

“i’m not doing anything, president,” she says sweetly.

kira doesn’t respond. she simply rolls her eyes and twirls yumeko away. yumeko squeals, laughing. kira storms off, returning to her seat to calm the frantic beat of her heart.

an hour passes.

yumeko approaches the student council table and slams her hands down, leaning in close to kira until her lips nearly brush her ear.

“come with me. we need to talk,” she whispers, and smirks when kira obeys without a second thought.

murmurs ripple through the room. even council members whisper, "yumeko has kira wrapped around her finger"

as they walk side by side, kira finally asks, “where are we going?”

yumeko pauses, then grins. “my room.”

kira huffs but follows, eyes fixed on yumeko’s swaying hips. when they arrive, yumeko unlocks the door, holding it open. kira steps inside. the click of the lock behind her makes her pulse jump.

she glances around yumeko’s room, drinking in every detail.

yumeko approaches, her heels echoing on the floor. she infront of kira, pushing a loose strand of hair behind kira's ear.

“you look beautiful tonight,” she whispers.

kira’s ears flush. yumeko leans in slightly.

“you’re so cute when you blush, kira.”

kira just shakes her head-her lips parting as her eyes drop to yumeko’s pink lips, now curled in a knowing smirk. before she can stop herself, yumeko leans in and kisses her-hard.

kira whimpers against her lips. her hands rise to cup yumeko’s jaw. yumeko takes the opportunity, slipping her tongue between kira’s parted lips, deepening the kiss. her hands trail down kira’s sides, gripping her waist before her hands slides down, groping her ass and pulling her closer.

kira moans into her mouth, fingers tangling in yumeko’s hair.

“please, yumeko,” she breathes.

yumeko kisses her way down kira’s jaw to her neck, leaving pink bruises in her wake. “you sound so pretty when you beg,” she whispers.

yumeko enjoys teasing kira, seeing her squirm makes yumeko drip with excitement.

suddenly, she pushes kira back onto the bed. kira gasps, her blue eyes wide as she parts her legs.

yumeko kneels between them, pushing the fabric of kira’s prom dress up to her hips, revealing black lace panties.

kira whines. “please,” she pants, reaching for yumeko, her fingers interlace into her hair.

“patience,” Yumeko murmurs, kissing her inner thighs. “the best things come to those who wait.”

she slides kira’s panties down her legs, never breaking eye contact. her tongue presses against kira’s heat, and kira lets out a whine, pulling her closer.

yumeko replaces her tongue with two fingers, curling them inside her while sucking on her clit.

“you sound so good moaning for me,” she murmurs.

kira’s back arches as pleasure overtakes her. her orgasm crashes through her like a wave, leaving her trembling.

yumeko rises, smirking as she sucks her fingers clean as she meets kira’s eyes. kira pulls her into another kiss, tasting herself on yumeko’s lips and tongue. they pull their dresses down together, throwing the fabric to the floor.

Kira pushes Yumeko onto the bed and climbs on top of her. She kisses her deeply, fingers sliding beneath her panties and inside her folds.

Yumeko moans into her mouth, her head falling back. “f-fuck, kira…”

kira smirks, curling her fingers just right, making yumeko cry out.

“you sound like such a slut when you moan like that,” she whispers. “and look how wet you are.”

the wet sounds between yumeko’s legs echo in the room as kira fucks her harder.

yumeko's head falls back, gasping as her orgasm hits, nails digging into kira’s back.

kira leaves yumeko whining and breathless.

she sits up, as she does yumeko reaches out and lays her hand on kira's arm.

“don’t go. not yet.”

kira sighs softly and lies back down beside her, facing her.

“i’ll stay… but just for tonight.”

but they both know that’s a lie.