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“KaguYaho, everyone! Man, it’s good to be back! Did y’all like the concert? It was super amazing, wasn’t it? Roka’s seriously the best at costume design—I can’t thank her enough!”
It took a few weeks of tests, getting settled in, and getting the finishing touches installed on her, but Kaguya’s back in action! Obviously, there’s nothing better than spending all the time she wants with Iroha, but streaming’s always had a special place in her heart! All these people, all across the world, and leading all sorts of different lives, whether they’re little kids just learning how to read or salary workers looking for a way to chill after work, they’ve all decided to come here. And watch her.
“So, what’s new with everyone? I’ve been kinda off the grid for the past decade, so I’d love to catch up with y’all! Oh, as long as you don’t try to start another marriage thing going again. Iroha got really mad about that last time, and she’s still super busy, so I don’t wanna drag her into something like this! Okay?”
Looks like chat’s a lot better behaved now! It looks like they’re all listening so far, at least! She’s just gotta be more like Iroha. Just put her foot down, and—
“So, where were you this past decade? Did you and IroP finally tie the knot?”
Hm.
Kaguya supposes that she kind of expected this
Like,they were always pretty close and everyone knew they lived together. Plus, Kaguya loves Iroha lots and lots! It’d be weirder if that didn’t show!
But Iroha went off on how “you don’t owe them anything about yourself” and “our legal position is precarious enough as is, and I’m working on it, so until I sort everything out with your and Yachiyo’s documentation, don’t do anything rash!” Phooey in her opinion, but Iroha knows best, so she’ll listen~
Oh, she should think of something to say, though. Can’t piss off the shippers, though! They probably donoed more than the creeps by the end!
“Not yet! I’m working on it, though~”
And, as always, chat goes freaking ballistic over that. God, are Vtuber fans really that ship-starved? Maybe I could do another domestic stream—they’d probably really like that!
But, for now, she can chill with them a bit. Maybe she’ll hop onto Kassen later? It looks like Mami’s online. We could plan a meal together! Anyhow, I’ll just make sure chat isn’t doing anything too weird—
“Idk bout you but IroP totally tops nothing can convince me otherwise”
Hm?
Hm?
That—
That’s not true at all!
Seriously, what could’ve made them think that? Banned!
Who in the hell would think that Iroha tops her? That’s total bullshit! Have they seen her on stream? She’s never said ‘no’ to Kaguya once! Kaguya could totally top her! Just because she’s been letting Iroha do her ever since the last update doesn’t mean she’s totally useless!
“KaguIro in the streets IroKagu in the sheets”
“I thought Kagu might’ve topped at the start but ye no Iroha’s got this on lock”
“Tsunderes are usually bottoms but Kaguya gives such pillow princess energy she’s 100% bottoming”
“Banned! All of you are getting banned! Jeez, the mods look away for five freaking seconds and you all turn into degens! Sheesh, why do I even bother with y’all?”
Whatever! Chat’s got the memory of a goldfish anyways, so it’ll probably die down when the stream starts.
“Pillow princess energy”
Like, it’s not like anything really bothered her. It’s complete bogus anyways! She is not a bottom! She just likes it when Iroha puts all her energy, and effort, and love into her! She loves Iroha! That doesn’t make her a bottom!
So, she’ll show them. Yeah, that’s right! Watch out, Ms. Sakayori, because Kaguya’s coming for you!
Just you wait, Easyha! Kaguya’s gonna getcha and there’s nothing you can do about it!
~1~
Kaguya is up to something.
That much is obvious to anyone who’s known her for more than two minutes. The way she skulks around the house and practically jumps into the ceiling when Iroha gets home after work, she’s practically screaming, “Just you wait, Iroha! I’m gonna getcha and there’s nothing you can do about it!” or something along those lines.
But Iroha still has work, so it’s not like she can just keep an eye on her. Not that she would want to anyways; Kaguya’s her own person. And unlike last time, she’s as cheery as always, tackling me into a hug the first time she sees her, clinging to her when she gets up for work, staying up late on weekends to game for longer with her; it’s a little jarring, almost, for Kaguya to be this present.
Iroha loves her.
And she’s still a little scared.
She’s scared that if she looks away for more than a second, Kaguya’ll be nothing but a pile of clothes again, losing warmth on the cold, hard ground.
That if she enjoys herself too much, this’ll all turn out to be some fever-dream that her sleep-deprived brain cooked up to cope with Kaguya’s loss.
Could she live without her this time?
If she disappeared again?
…She doesn't know what she’d do.
Iroha loves her.
She love her so much.
And to be honest, she’s a little curious as to what Kaguya’s cooking up. She hasn’t mentioned a word of her plans on stream, so it’s probably something romantic?
“I’m home—”
“Iroha!”
Kaguya tackles her into a hug before she’s even in the doorway.
She’s warm. Real warm. She squeezes Iroha so right she can hear her ribs pop out, then back into place, and she squeezes Kaguya right back twice as hard.
“I missed you, Iroha.”
She’s being more affectionate than usual. She nuzzles into Iroha’s chest, inhaling like that’s the only place that she can get oxygen and she’s just been holding her breath until Iroha got home.
A tinge of colour rises to Iroha’s cheeks, but she shoves it back down.
“Tough stream today?”
“No, not really,” she mumbles, and gosh, she’s so cute like this; Iroha can’t help but rest a hand on her head, threading fingers through smooth, blonde hair. “Just wanted to touch you.”
Um.
Okay, then.
“And by that, you mean—”
Iroha doesn’t get to finish that sentence.
A pair of lips close against hers, and the rest of her sentence dies in Kaguya's throat.
Iroha loves her.
That’s the only thought going through her head as she stumbles in through the doorway, cupping soft cheeks in her hands as she somehow manages to close the door with her foot. She’ll let the autolock do it’s thing; she has something more important to do.
And that ‘something’ is…
Heavenly.
Beautiful.
Hungry.
Kaguya nips at her lips, digging a thumb into her ears, and wow, does that do things to her. Iroha grips a little harder, biting back, sucking, and pulling Kaguya into her because she love, love, loves her.
Iroha loves her. Her heart swells as Kaguya’s back hits a wall and she groans into open air, surfacing from the kiss with a pop as Iroha pushes harder, harder, teeth digging into synthetic skin, and Kaguya whimpers, head resting in a position against the drywall that’s got to be uncomfortable, but her face is bright red, blood rising to the surface and artificial sweat evaporating off of her as she claws at Iroha’s back through layers of lab coat.
She’s wearing too much, Iroha realizes, and she takes a step back, taking a moment to marvel at her handiwork.
It’s not exactly a perfect recreation. Kaguya had asked for a more mature look, considering all the years that had passed and Iroha had been more than happy to oblige. She was taller, and had a more mature air about her, but she was still undoubtedly Kaguya.
Iroha looks a little deeper, a little closer, eyes drawn to the faint, pink marks blooming on her neck and faded marks between her thighs. A necessary addition, she’d claimed to the shareholders. Bruising is inevitable if you want to make a body that doesn’t need to be taken in for repairs the moment it gets a little nick on it.
Heat pools in her gut at the memory. Dammit, Yachiyo had put the thought into her head one drunken evening and it hadn’t left since. She never could’ve imagined that today, years after the fact, she’d be seeing in for real.
She’s real, Iroha realizes, as the sound of their breaths fill the room and intertwine and as her and Kaguya’s shirts hit the floor—a harmony that Iroha can’t imagine ever growing tired of hearing.
“Iroha,” Kaguya practically whines as she presses a palm’s heel against her lips, almost shy, somehow. “Why’d you stop?”
“Just thinking.”
“You do that too much…”
Kaguya squirms on the spot, and the instant that Iroha sees her pout, her heart leaps into her throat and she’s carried forward along with it.
Who is she to deny her princess? She hasn’t managed it once—not in the last eight thousand years, definitely not in the last ten, and certainly not in the last few weeks.
Iroha loves her, she thinks, as her teeth dig into her collar bone, angry red marks blooming in place as Kaguya twitches under her, a gasp escaping through grit teeth as she claws at Iroha’s back, and Iroha knows what’ll happen if someone at the lab somehow catches a glimpse, and the rational side of her, the one that she tries to keep in charge of things that matter like this, it yells at her to pump the breaks, that any unnecessary risk is too much to bear—that she needs to slow things down right now before they do something they might regret—
Then Kaguya’s hand goes to Iroha’s wrist, pulling it down and past her stomach, and that side of Iroha’s brain turns off faster than she can blink.
So impatient, Iroha thinks, a grin rising to her surely-red-by-now face as she Kaguya squirms into Iroha’s touch, leaning into her as best she can as Iroha bites, and bites up and down her thighs, pleasure-pain dancing across her face and in her voice as noises shoot out of her—the wetness that clings to the floors, the walls, and Iroha’s face as clipped fingers dig, curl, and move inside of her; the utter filth that leaks, then flows, then floods out from between her lips as it overflows from her core; the faint creaking of the floorboards as she squirms, twists, and squeezes Iroha into place—
Iroha doesn’t mind any of it. Especially not that last bit.
She’s been trapped a lot in life. Chained to a path she didn’t want, a job she didn’t want, a life she didn’t want; how ironic that she’d want nothing more than to be chained to the very thing that took so many others off.
Iroha loves her.
She loves her as she trembles in place, long, sustained moans slowly accelerating into high-pitched gasps as Kaguya bucks her hips into Iroha’s hand. She loves her as she comes, drenching the spot beneath her without a care in the world for the one who’s going to have to clean it up, and she loves her as she collapses into her, mumbling faint ‘I love you’s into her ear as Iroha strokes her back up and down, up and down, until she’s stopped shaking and she’s got enough feeling in her legs to stand on her own, and gaze into Iroha’s eyes.
“You know, your face is really beautiful, Iroha; I fell in love the moment I saw you.”
Those words float to the surface of her memory, and she can’t help but cry a little.
Iroha loves her.
Thank god Kaguya loves her back.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, okay? And then, we can have dinner. I’ll clean that if you help with this.”
“‘Kay.”
Kaguya smiles, practically hanging off of her even now, but Iroha doesn’t mind.
She loves her, after all.
~1~
Kaguya wakes up feeling pretty good about herself!
She had a great dinner, Iroha cleaned up after her, and today’s stream was super amazing! And Iroha even agreed to do a domestic stream on the weekend! Hallelujah!
Plus, today’s stream was amazing! Of course, the stream itself was nothing special, but Kaguya was super upbeat and on it the entire day! After all, how could she not when she had the perfect, flawless, unbeatable plan to top Iro—
“Dammit.”