It was definitely not a secret that the famous singer, Mira was dating someone who was.. a little bit younger than herself, you could say.

New articles, being brought up countless times in countless different interviews, prying into your guys love life. She kept it nice and respectful with her responses before flipping the subject.

You were an adult, and Mira mid 30’s. So there was no reason why they would be as shocked as they were. But, too each their own.

Now, your body ached. Your limbs being stretched out for hours on end, your throat dry from.. pleasurable screaming, (which you hoped that the others didn’t hear.) skin covered in hickies, nail scratches and teeth marks from her love bites. But hey, you weren’t complaining one bit about it.

You laid there, staring at the ceiling next to Mira, who was asleep. Laying on her front, arms under her head, her pink hair was fully down, and draping down her bare back. She was also covered in marks, just not as many as you were.

“Baby..” You softly shake her shoulder, unable to fall asleep, even after the way that she had worn you out earlier. You groaned quietly when that didn’t get a response from her.

“Mira.” You whisper a little firmer then before, trying to wake her up without startling her. She shook her head no with a hummed, “mm-mm..”

“Mira, please..” You whisper, dragging your nails through her hair and down her exposed back, hoping that she would comply, at least just a tiny bit.

“What?” She asked, well, like hissed, her voice was rough with sleep, turning over so she was facing you. She was annoyed, not with you, just obviously extremely tired.