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Rumi’s hands were shaking with need as she pulled at Mira’s shirt, whimpering into her mouth as Zoey’s nipped at her ear lobe, her hands sliding into the front of her jeans to shove them down-
They had literally only stepped inside their penthouse a matter of seconds ago when Rumi had thrown herself at them, eyes dark, patterns flaring the soft lilac that always meant she was wild with lust.
Now that she was pressed between the two of them she was quickly losing all semblance of control.
“Please, please, need you, want you, want you inside me-” the breathless high pitched babble had become constant from the moment they had got her on the bed.
“Shhh, you have us Princess-” Mira whispered dipping her fingers between Rumi’s trembling thighs, Zoey’s arm round her waist holding her steady, her free hand pinching and tugging at her already hard nipples, Rumi bucking and moaning at their combined touch.
“God, look at you, it's only been a few days and you’re this desperate?”
They had been travelling to promote their latest album and upcoming tour and they hadn’t had time, let alone the energy to even consider being intimate.
But Rumi had thought about it.
Constantly.
And with Zoey and Mira being…Zoey and Mira, who could blame her?
Just looking at the two of them brought back flashes of what it was like to kiss them, to surrender herself to them, to the pleasure they could drag from her body-
Mira’s eyebrows shot up as she dipped her fingers down and found Rumi already absolutely soaked, teasing two fingers around the fluttering muscles of her cunt she raised her other hand and lifted Rumi’s chin up so she could look into her eyes while she pressed inside her, achingly slowly-
“You know Zoey…if just a few days of being without us inside her makes her like this…maybe we should do it properly?”
Rumi lets out a low moan as Mira’s fingers curl ruthlessly inside her, the pad of her thumb circling around her clit, not quite hard enough.
“Mmm…now that’s an idea. Wonder what a needy slut she would turn into for us after a week of denial?”
“Oh God!” Rumi chokes out, hips twisting frantically searching for a firmer touch on her aching clit.
Mira gives it to her, thumb pressing down in just the right spot, working in perfect rhythm with her long fingers buried inside Rumi’s cunt, filthy slick noises echoing in the quiet of Rumi’s bedroom.
And to her shame Rumi realises she is moments away from coming embarrassingly quickly all over Mira’s fingers.
“A week? Is that all?” Mira’s lips twist into a lascivious smirk as she leans over Rumi's shoulder to capture Zoey’s mouth in a slow kiss before whispering in Rumi’s ear “I think we should make it a month-”
Rumi comes suddenly, almost without warning, pulled brutally over the edge by the thought of being denied for so long, back arching, hips twitching, hands clutching desperately at her girls.
She’s still breathless when she throws herself at Mira, pushing her down on the bed and slipping between her thighs. Zoey giggles gently as she settles back against the headboard, a hand slipping into her own already soaked underwear, ready to enjoy the show until it would be her turn-
It’s not until later when they are freshly showered and dressed comfortably in their pyjamas, take out boxes in hand while they watch their nineteenth re-watch of Grey's Anatomy (Mira’s favourite), that Rumi finds the courage to bring up just what had been circling her mind since...since-
“Were…were you two serious…about what you said…earlier.”
Zoey’s chopsticks pause halfway to her mouth, and Mira quickly turns the sound of the TV down.
“You’re going to need to be a little more specific than that Princess.” Mira says, leaning back on the sofa and slipping her fingers between Rumi’s and giving them a light squeeze.
“About...you know. Denying me. Properly. For longer.” Rumi feels heat creeping up her neck all the way to the tips of her ears. “For a week!...Not...not a month.” Rumi thinks she might die if they did it that long.
She wishes that asking for things like this was easier, wishes she could be more like Zoey, unbothered and unembarrassable. She announced her desires like she was asking for snacks from the convenience store. Even quiet, stoic Mira has no problem telling them both exactly what she wanted, to the smallest detail. But no matter how hard she tries Rumi always ends up a flushed, stuttering mess.
“We weren’t serious about it…but you certainly seemed to like the idea.” Zoey grins, placing her take out box on the table and pressing herself against Rumi’s side, finger tracing up her jaw.
“Is it something you would like to do, pretty girl?” She murmurs softly, just loud enough for Mira to be able to hear too. “To give us your orgasms for a whole week?” Her lips follow the path her fingers just took until they are pressed against Rumi’s ear;
“To be a needy toy that we get to play with? Edge you for our entertainment?” Rumi whimpers and hopes Zoey doesn't notice her thighs pressing together. “- until all you can think about is the throb between your legs and how badly you want to come?”
Rumi nods, chest heaving.
“Use your words baby. What’s your colour?” Mira whispers, thumb brushing reassuringly across the back of Rumi’s knuckles.
“Green. Yes. I…I want it.”
She’s blushing more than she has ever done in her life, but she doesn’t care. All she can think about is just what her girls are going to do to her the next week.
A whole seven days.
How they are undoubtedly going to wreck her over and over and over.
She can’t wait.
And she doesn’t have to wait long.
She woke the next morning to Mira pressed against her back, lips sucking gently at the side of her neck-that spot behind her ear that drives her wild, one hand cupping her breast…and the other, teasing up and down her labia.
Rumi can feel she’s already wet.
“Morning-” Mira whispers, pressing another delicate kiss behind her ear.
And God, her fingers feel incredible just teasing up and down, up and down until Rumi is whining softly and chasing the touch with her hips, searching for more pressure where she needs it.
“Remember, you’re not coming-” The words make her clench even as Mira’s fingers spread her open so her middle finger can circle her clit.
“You’re already so swollen and sensitive, such a needy girl-”
“Miraaa-” Rumi whines, hiding her face in the pillow.
Within minutes Rumi can feel the familiar tightening between her legs and realises that Mira must know her body so well by now that she could tell she was-
“You're close? Already? How pathetic.” Mira’s words just push her even further, the humiliation sending sparks of heat down her spine and Rumi is panting and grinding and she’s so, so close-
Mira’s fingers disappear in an instant and she rolls out of bed and heads to the bathroom without a word, just shooting a knowing look over her shoulder as she slips through the door.
Rumi lays there face still pressed into the pillow, aware of a damp spot against her chin where she had drooled, lays there just how Mira left her, her sleep shorts half way down her thighs, breathless and panting and flushed and sticky-
Oh, she was so fucked.
When Zoey had suggested they book a private banya at their favourite bathhouse, Rumi didn’t think anything of it. Mira has declined to join them (her stomach was playing up again) so it ended up being just the two of them.
“We deserve a little R&R after all that hard work last week. Especially you, our little workaholic-” She reached up and squeezed Rumi’s cheek playfully while they put their clothes away in the provided lockers.
“Hey! Quit it-I’m…not as bad as I was.” Zoey relinquished her grip and kissed Rumi’s cheek with a gentle smile.
“That’s true. But you still have much to learn.” She grabbed hold of Rumi’s hand and tugged her down the corridor. “Now come on, apparently they have a new massage oil I am dying to try out. Gajagajagaja!”
And after a long relaxing soak, Rumi did indeed feel much better. All of the stress of the promo tour melted away and evaporated into the clouds of lavender scented steam.
There was still that lingering tension low down in her stomach but that itself wasn’t unpleasant…just a constant reminder of Mira’s touch yesterday morning…of what awaited her the rest of the week.
“Over here, tiger!” Zoey was beckoning her over to the massage table at the side of the room, anointing her hands with a gleaming oil from a glass bottle on the small table beside her.
“Well don’t just stand there...robe off, lay down.”
Rumi was too relaxed to even question it. She lay down and rested her head on her folded arms and looked forward to the sensation of Zoey’s,quite frankly, magic hands easing any of the remaining tension in her shoulders and back.
What she didn’t know is she had walked straight into a trap.
Yes, things had started out innocently enough.
Zoey’s thumbs working out knots, soothing sore muscles, the sweetly scented oil making Rumi’s skin feel soft and invigorated-
But then her touch went from Rumi’s back and shoulders…to her thighs.
Zoey briefly traced her fingers over the backs of Rumi’s knees making her jerk and giggle.
“Sorryyyy, couldn’t resist-”
But then her thumbs work slow, deep circles up the inside of Rumi's thighs and Rumi is suddenly aware of how close she was to… to…Rumi can’t help but grind down into the table, trying and failing to relieve some of the throbbing between her legs.
“Something you want, Jagi?”
Zoey laughs at the strangled noise that leaves Rumi’s mouth.
“Up.”
Feeling hot all over (and not from the steam this time) Rumi shuffles up onto her knees, chest still pressed into the table, knowing Zoey can see exactly what her touch has done to her.
“My, my, my…”
She traces a single finger along Rumi’s labia, gathering slick, and Rumi knows by the satisfied little hum that leaves her lips a second later, Zoey has sucked her finger clean.
Suddenly thumbs dig into her ass cheeks and spread her further open making Rumi sob with humiliated arousal.
“God, look at you. This is only the second day and you’re already a dripping mess just from a few touches-”
Rumi lets out a pathetic whine, twitching as Zoey circles the pad of her finger over the tip of her clit.
The whine turns into a gasp as Zoey’s tongue buries itself in her cunt with one long, slow push.
She pulls away, a low moan escaping her lips, “You taste so fucking good…I could do this all day.” She presses tender kisses to the back of Rumi’s thighs and licks through Rumi’s parted folds once more.
Rumi just grinds back on Zoey’s tongue, too far gone to care how needy it makes her look but Zoey holds her still, her tongue slipping in and out, teasing around quivering muscles before slipping back in again, one finger still working around Rumi’s swollen clit-
When she finally pulls back to catch her breath, she spreads Rumi wide open again and admires her handiwork, thumbs brushing up and down the inner curves of Rumi’s ass cheeks making her squirm.
Her fingers are dangerously close to-
“Rumi...what’s your colour on me eating your ass, right now?”
Rumi’s eyes shoot open and she can’t help but look over her shoulder to find Zoey smiling at her like she had merely asked if she wanted jasmine or peppermint tea.
“I...uh…”
Rumi was definitely curious.
She’s seen Zoey do this a few times for Mira and Mira definitely seemed to enjoy it but Rumi hadn’t been able to work up the courage to ask for herself.
Maybe it was the fact she was so desperate, maybe it was the fact it was just her and Zoey...not that she doesn’t feel safe with Mira but maybe the extra level of privacy makes it easier for her to say-
“Green.”
Zoey breaks into a grin.
“Oh good!”
And before Rumi can even rest her head back on her arms Zoey presses her tongue warm and slick in a place Rumi has never been touched before.
“Holy-”
Rumi’s knees are shaking in seconds. It’s the way Zoey’s tongue circles, barely there, then presses flat against her, firmly over and over until she can feel herself literally dripping all over the massage table.
When one hand leaves her ass so two fingers can press inside her cunt from behind, curving and pressing down into that perfect spot-
“Fuck! Zoey, I’m close, I’m gonna co-”
And just as Rumi thinks that Zoey’s going to do it, that she’s going to make her come like this, with Zoey's tongue circling her there and her pussy squeezing Zoey’s fingers like a vice-
“No. You’re not.”
It all stops.
Rumi’s eyes flicker open to find Zoey standing in front of her. She slowly tips Rumi’s chin up with a single finger, holding Rumi’s gaze with a self satisfied smile.
“Oh Rumi-” She whispers, eyes warm and gentle “-we’re going to ruin you.”
The punch bag swings wildly as Rumi’s fists, knees and legs connect with it over and over.
They don’t generally train like this anymore, now that the Honmoon is sealed. They mostly do maintenance cardio and a little weight training but every now and again Rumi craves the adrenaline and release of just beating the ever loving crap out of something.
She wipes her brow on the back of her boxing glove and catches her breath for a few seconds.
“Hey.”
Mira walks in, sweatshirt wrapped around her waist, water bottle in hand.
“Hey.” Rumi throws a smile over her shoulder. She and Mira often worked out together, usually they didn’t talk, just kept each other company. It was nice.
She hears the familiar sound of Mira setting up the speed of the running machine and turns back to the punching bag.
For a few minutes the only sound is the whir of the running machine, the rhythmic pounding of Mira’s trainers and Rumi’s fists coupled with their heavy breathing.
Rumi is so lost in the adrenaline that she didn’t notice that Mira had stepped off the running machine, hadn’t noticed that Mira was standing behind her, a predatory grin on her face, until Mira was pressed firmly against her back.
Mira says nothing to her, just moves Rumi’s braid away from the back of her neck and presses slow, heated kisses there…and grinds the strap-on that’s tucked into the band of her sweat pants against the curve of Rumi’s ass.
“M-Mira I-”
Rumi’s knees go weak and it’s only Mira’s arms around her waist that stop her from sinking to the floor.
“You want my cock then?” Her voice is calm, measured, in control, like she already knows what the answer is going to be-
“Yes...please Mira, I need it, I need you.”
It only takes a few seconds for Mira to bend her over the rep bench and shove her shorts and underwear down to her knees.
Rumi hears the pop of the cap of lube that Mira had probably had in her pocket, and can’t help but gasp and jerk as slick fingers tease all the way down from her clit and slowly press inside her, scissoring apart, stretching her open so she’s ready.
“Please Mira, Please-”
Mira wraps the length of Rumi’s braid around her fist and pulls it taut before pressing her face into the padded seat of the bench.
“You better tell me if you’re close-” She drags the tip of the dildo from where she was circling it around Rumi’s clit until it’s just pressing against her cunt.
“I will, I promise, I-ah!”
Mira usually goes slow, letting Rumi feel every inch as she presses inside her.
Not this time.
She thrusts in with one fluid motion and the sudden stretch is absolute bliss.
“That’s right... Fucking take it-” Mira says it through gritted teeth and Rumi knows she’s watching how her cunt stretches around her cock, hands sliding up to grip her hips hard enough that Rumi knows she’ll have bruises tomorrow-
And then Mira starts to fuck her.
Not slow, not gentle but brutally hard thrusts, that make Rumi feel like the wind has been knocked out of her but it’s just so good, her eyes roll back in her skull.
She tries to hold back, to resist the inevitable build of tension between her legs, tries to stop herself clenching round Mira’s cock…but she can’t. She’s utterly helpless and as Mira’s fingers find her clit she loses the battle-
“I’m close, please, I can’t, I can’t-”
Mira presses all the way in…and stops.
And God, Rumi is just so full-
“I’ve only been inside you for a few minutes-” her fingers pinch Rumi’s clit hard, making her keen and sob, trembling all over. “If you think I am done with you,then you are sorely mistaken-”
She wraps her arm around Rumi’s waist, one knee on the bench and pulls her up so she’s flush against her, and starts to fuck her again, slow this time, but just as hard. She feels impossibly deep and it takes Rumi’s breath away.
“Mira, fuck, it’s-”
Mira lets out a low groan and picks up the pace again.
Rumi knows that groan.
Mira was going to come, she was going to come and leave Rumi dripping and aching and-
“Mira I’m close, I’m-”
Mira bites down on Rumi’s shoulder and the pain drags her back from the edge, just as Mira comes, shuddering and moaning and jerking.
She collapses forward until she is pressed against Rumi's back and they lay there, panting, Mira spent, Rumi throbbing with need.
“You’re doing so well, baby-” Mira whispers, littering her shoulders with soft kisses;
“-Just four more days.”
Rumi decides to get an early night only to end up tossing and turning, pressing her thighs together only to find it makes everything worse.
She was quickly losing it.
Every touch, every brush of skin, every kiss set her ablaze and Zoey and Mira were clearly loving every second.
Throughout the day she tried to distract herself, baking cookies that she managed to burn, trying to work on a new song only to stare at her lyric notebook’s empty page for an hour.
It was no good, she wasn’t going to get any sleep in this state.
She hears the distant noises of Zoey playing some kind of video game in the lounge.
Rumi bites her lip and comes to a decision.
It was probably going to make everything worse but...but she needed something.
She throws herself out of bed and pads up the corridor, hands clammy, throat tight.
“God fucking dammit, I almost had him!” Zoey slams her hand onto the couch in frustration.
“Zoey…” Rumi chews nervously at the sleeve of her sweatshirt.
“Hi baby! I thought you were getting an early night?” Zoey has already picked up the controller and pressed continue, focus back on her game. When Rumi doesn’t reply Zoey presses pause again, brows furrowed in concern.
“Is everything ok-” Rumi watches Zoey take in her flushed face, the way she was squirming-
“Oh.”
For a brief second a smug smile flickers across her lips before it’s replaced with something impassive…disinterested.
And why did that make Rumi even wetter?
“I’m busy right now, you know. If you want something, you’ll have to do it yourself.”
Zoey sits back on the sofa, tugs up the leg of her shorts to reveal a muscular thigh and un-pauses her game.
“Go on then.”
Rumi flushes a bright red but her body moves on its own accord, desperate for relief that it wasn’t going to get.
She straddles Zoey’s thigh moaning as it pressed firmly against her aching clit, waits for Zoey to press up, to move against her, something-
“Like I said, if you want it, you’ll have to do the work. I’m too busy to take care of you right now...”
Zoey wasn’t even looking at her, and for some reason it makes Rumi clench with need.
So she starts to grind down, slowly, rocking back and forth, feeling herself get wetter and wetter until she was sure she was soaking through the boxers she wears to bed, that Zoey would be able to tell how much this was affecting her-
“It doesn’t take long now, does it?”
Rumi stills, fingers clutching at the back of the sofa.
“What doesn’t?”
Zoey’s eyes never leave the screen; “For you to turn into a needy whore-” it’s said with that same, almost bored tone. Rumi shudders and starts back up again, the seam of her boxers pressing into her perfectly, her clit dragging over the tense muscle of Zoey’s thigh and Rumi is now absolutely sure that Zoey can feel the dampness against her skin-
To Rumi’s utter humiliation it couldn’t have been more than five minutes before she was already nearing the peak and a new, frantic desperation was starting to overtake her-
“Zoey…Zoey please, please let me-, I’m so close, I’m-”
“Not until Tuesday.”
Rumi’s head snaps up.
It was Mira. Stood in the kitchen, arms folded, sipping a cup of tea and watching her.
“Get off Zoey’s thigh. Now.”
Rumi stumbles back until she’s stood in front of the couch as she was before, hands clenched into fists, thighs pressing together helplessly, face blazing.
“That’s better.”
Mira turns and leaves the room without a backwards glance.
“Ahem.”
Rumi slowly turns back to meet Zoey’s gaze and she can see even through Zoey’s impeccable performance that her cheeks are flushed and her pupils are blown.
“Clean up your mess.” Zoey gestures to the wet trail on her thigh. Rumi had indeed soaked through her boxers.
She kneels and feels lust and humiliation coiling in her stomach again, the confliction delicious.
Zoey’s eyes meet hers as her tongue carefully licks away the slickness coating her smooth skin.
“Good girl.”
The soft touch of Zoey’s hand in her hair makes her melt against her. So, when she’s finished she stays there, head resting on Zoey’s thigh while she plays, a strange kind of calm settling in her heart, the taste of her own arousal lingering on her tongue.
Day five and Rumi doesn’t know whether she loves the constant thrum of arousal or hates it.
Sometimes she’s fine, barely aware of the way she’s always just a little bit wet… and then Mira will trail her fingers down her arm, or Zoey will kiss her out of nowhere and it sets her off, makes her want to grind her clit against the nearest object until she’s satisfied.
But where was the fun in that?
She snuggles back into the corner of the couch in the recording studio, legs crossed, guitar resting on her thigh, fingers idly strumming. She was trying out a few chord sequences for the song she was writing, her eyes closed, really trying to just feel the music.
She doesn’t even hear the door open, doesn’t even realise Mira was in the room until she feels her weight settle down next to her on the couch.
“Sounds good.”
“Eh, it needs work, I still don’t know about that Eb-mph!”
Mira caught her lips in a deep passionate kiss, Rumi instantly propping her guitar up to one side, not even pulling away before Mira pressed her down into the couch.
She shoved Rumi’s T-shirt up and over her breasts, moaning when it revealed Rumi wasn’t wearing a bra-
“God, you have no idea how much I love your tits, Rumi-” She buries her face between them before taking a dusky pink nipple between her lips, releasing it with a wet pop that has Rumi whimpering.
“They’re just so fucking perfect-”
Mira takes her time, going from one nipple to the other, sucking, grazing her teeth over the achingly hard tips, rolling them between her fingers until Rumi was arching and whining, an arm thrown over her eyes.
Then Mira’s lips drift lower, brushing soft kisses down her stomach, then her hips, nipping playfully before hooking her thumbs into the waistband of Rumi's sweatpants and underwear and pulling them all the way off.
“I wanna taste you-”
Rumi nods, peeking from beneath her arm as Mira’s lips press against her lower stomach, then nuzzling playfully at the crease of her inner thigh before spreading her open gently and placing the softest kiss against her clit.
“Mira-” She breathes, unable to tear her eyes away.
Mira’s tongue darts out and circles around her clit barely glancing the sides but Rumi is so desperate and sensitive that even that touch is almost too much-
“Oh fuck, just like that baby-” She can’t help but tangle her fingers into Mira’s hair to press her down more firmly.
Mira makes a satisfied little noise in the back of her throat and merely presses her flat tongue against Rumi’s clit and it only takes a few seconds before Rumi is grinding against her.
Rumi is so wet she is sure that Mira’s lips and chin must be drenched by now.
Mira catches hold of her ass as she presses up and holds her against her mouth, tongue dragging from her dripping cunt all the way up to her clit before she seals her mouth around it and sucks hard-
Rumi screams.
She was right there, on the precipice, teetering, just a few more flicks of Mira’s tongue and she would-
Mira’s mouth pulls away and Rumi can only let out a broken little sob.
She watches, trembling all over, unable to look away as Mira uses her thumb to wipe the slickness from her chin, a low moan escaping her lips as she sucks it clean.
“Well that was fun...See you at dinner. Zoey’s making bibimbap.”
And with a wink she’s gone.
It takes a good half hour before Rumi can gather herself enough to even put her pants back on.
Just…just one more day.
One. More. Day.
“I know I promised you no more interviews but your label booked this without me knowing-”
Mira let out a frustrated growl, slamming a cupboard door shut a little harder than was necessary.
Bobby’s sigh makes the speaker phone crackle.
“It’s only a fifteen minute interview and after this I will clear your schedule for a week-”
Zoey steps in. “One second Bobby; we need to confer.” and she taps the mute button so they can bicker amicably and it doesn’t take long for Mira to fold. They would all do anything for Bobby.
He is unmuted thirty seconds later. “Two weeks and you’ve got a deal.”
Mira leans forward, voice polite but firm. “And Rumi will be texting Celine to make sure the higher ups don’t bypass you again.”
“Roger that!” Bobby says, his relief palpable through the phone.
He clicks off and Rumi goes back to making them popcorn.
“You know…maybe we should be paying him more than three percent.”
So the next morning, they’re sitting in a dressing room, primped and polished and waiting to talk to one of Korea’s most popular daytime talk show hosts.
At least there was no ball pit on this particular programme.
Mira is playing on Zoey’s switch, her legs over the arm of the plush chair she’s curled up in while Rumi and Zoey watch the Monterey Bay Aquarium Otter live stream on her phone.
“-thirty minutes until you’re on girls-”
Mira gives the PA a thumbs up, not even looking up from the screen. “Cool.”
“Thanks for the check in Eunji-nim!” Zoey gives the young woman a polite smile and Rumi does the same, before standing up to go over to the mirror to check her make up.
She hears the subtle click of the door locking and turns to find Mira and Zoey, both sitting on the couch looking at her like they want to devour her whole.
“Come sit, gungju-”
Rumi knows this is probably a bad idea, that they’re due on set any minute-
But she sits between them anyway, unable to resist the need pooling between her thighs…
Zoey immediately pulls her back so she’s leaning against her chest, one arm curling firmly under her breasts.
“I wish we could kiss you-” She murmurs into Rumi’s ear, “-but we need to keep your pretty face flawless for the cameras, don’t we?”
Mira pushes Rumi’s thighs apart and Zoey helps out by curling her hand around Rumi’s knee to hold her open.
Rumi lets out a tiny whimper as Mira simply pulls her underwear to one side, smirking when she sees that Rumi is already wet-
She carefully spreads her open, teasing one finger around her entrance before slipping it inside, laughing softly as Rumi moans and tries to press down, desperate for more-
“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” Mira whispers as she leans forward, mouth inches away from Rumi’s parted lips. One finger becomes two and they start to curl inside her, stars bursting behind Rumi’s eyelids each time they brush over her g-spot.
Zoey’s arm moves from under her breasts, hand sliding down her stomach so she can press three fingers firmly to her clit, and Rumi cries out, bucking and twisting at their combined touch.
“Shh, be quiet or everyone here will know just what a slut you are-”
Rumi chokes down another moan before whispering, voice tight with desperation-
“Mira...Zoey…please-”
Mira’s fingers start to move faster, Rumi somehow managing to feel distantly embarrassed at the obscene slick noises echoing in the room.
“What are you even begging for?” Zoey croons, squeezing Rumi’s clit between two fingers, “are you that far gone that you’ve forgotten?”
Rumi’s head tosses back and forth, writhing and squirming as they work together to bring her all the way to the edge.
“I don’t think she’s forgotten, baby.” Mira chuckles cruelly while working in a third finger, the stretch stealing Rumi’s breath for a moment. “I’m pretty sure it’s all she can think about.”
“Is that right Rumi? Is that all you can think about?”
Zoey’s fingers are merciless now, working tight firm circles right over the tip of her clit.
“The fact you’re not allowed to come? The fact we fucking own your needy cunt?”
“Yes! Yes, fuck, I’m so-”
Mira’s fingers slip from inside her, leaving her clenching around nothing, Zoey’s fingers leaving her clit at the same time and Rumi can feel it twitch rhythmically from just how close she was to coming.
Rumi lies there between them speechless, reeling.
Mira tugs her underwear back into place and smooths down her skirt before helping her sit upright, while Zoey blots sweat from her brow and neck carefully, so her make up doesn’t smudge.
The speaker in their room suddenly blares out; “Five minute call for Huntr/x!” and Mira hurries over to unlock the door.
The next few minutes are a blur as the tech team shows up to set up their mic packs and before she knows it, Rumi is standing in the green room on shaky legs waiting to go on set.
The interview goes in a blur, her mind still firmly rooted in the dressing room, of Zoey and Mira’s fingers, of their words, of how they have done just as they promised they would and completely and utterly ruined her.
Tomorrow.
It echoes in her mind like a mantra; Tomorrow. Tomorrow.
The day unfolds how it usually does.
Showers, breakfast, Mira folding laundry while Rumi and Zoey do the washing up.
Like Rumi isn’t internally crawling up the walls.
Like she isn’t waiting, waiting for the moment when they-
“Rumi.”
Mira turns and presses her against the kitchen work surface, and kisses her, apparently uncaring that Rumi’s arms are still wet and soapy from washing up.
Zoey grips her chin and tips her mouth towards hers the moment Mira pulls away, sucking on Rumi’s bottom lip until she’s moaning helplessly and grinding down on Mira’s thigh.
“Bedroom.”
And Mira sweeps Rumi off her feet and tosses her over her shoulder like it was nothing.
Rumi protests as always but secretly she loves it.
“Grab the water bottles, Zoey!” Mira calls over her shoulder as she carries Rumi down the corridor to their bedrooms. “-we’re gonna need them.”
They had slept in Mira’s room last night so Rumi was surprised when she was unceremoniously dropped onto Zoey’s bed.
“Clothes off, princess.”
Zoey all but skids into the room on her socked feet, her arms wrapped round their fully filled water bottles, putting them on the bedside table, giving Mira a playful salute.
“Hydration station set up and ready for use!”
Mira rolls her eyes. “Dork.”
Rumi’s bra hit Mira in the back of the head.
“Uh…guys? You have a naked, very desperate girlfriend on the bed that you are currently ignoring-”
Mira turns and pins her to the bed with a stare that sets Rumi ablaze.
“We’ll get to you in good time. You’ve been so patient, you can wait a little longer, right?”
Rumi just whimpers and nods.
Zoey slips into her closet and comes out with her harness ( leather in a deep turquoise), Rumi’s favourite dildo and…a box Rumi has never seen before.
Before she can open her mouth to question it, Mira is pressing her into the sheets and kissing her again, slowly this time, lingering against her mouth and coaxing breathless little gasps from her lips by pressing her thigh between her legs.
“You’ve been so good for us, baby-” She whispers, kissing down Rumi’s jaw and sucking a hickey into the base of her throat, smirking as the skin blooms purple under her lips.
“Just letting us deny you over and over and over-” Rumi sobs and arches her back, grinding her cunt against her thigh knowing she’s leaving a slick trail along Mira’s skin this time. “Now it’s time for your reward…”
“Up.” Mira orders, sitting back and tapping Rumi’s side.
Mira slips a towel covered pillow underneath her so her hips are angled up while Rumi dutifully arches her back off the bed.
“There. Now just let us do all the work.”
She feels the bed dip and Zoey is grinning down at her, one hand curled around the dildo jutting from her hips coating it in the lube pooled in her hand. The box sits conspicuously next to them on the bed and Rumi’s eyes can’t help but drift over to it every now and then.
“Move! You got your turn, now it’s mine-”
Mira rolls to one side, shucking off her shirt and sweatpants before pressing herself against Rumi, one hand smoothing reassuringly up and down her stomach.
Zoey grabs hold of Rumi’s hips and pulls her down a little, pressing soft kisses over her nose and cheeks.
“You ready?”
“Yes. God, will you just.. please get on with-”
The first breach of the tip of the dildo robs her of coherent speech.
Zoey fills her inch by inch, slowly as she can, watching Rumi’s face for each flicker of pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re taking my cock so well-” Zoey groans her forehead resting against Rumi’s. She stays like that for a moment, letting Rumi take in the sensation of Zoey deep inside her before making eye contact with Mira and sitting back onto her knees, her fingers tracing up and down Rumi’s thighs.
“We got you a surprise!”
“A...surprise?” Rumi chokes out, eyes hazy, hips already trying to rock up into Zoey-
“Mhm.” Mira holds out a solid black, sleek, streamlined object that fits perfectly into the palm of Mira’s hand, with what looks like a small suction cup on the underside.
“It’s an air pulse vibrator!” Zoey looks almost giddy with excitement.
Mira’s hand travels down Rumi’s stomach, through soft purple curls and just barely spreads her open, the pressure just enough to send sparks to Rumi’s clit.
“You wanna try it?”
Rumi nods, grabbing hold of Mira’s hand and pressing down harder.
“Yes, anything just please, please make me come-”
They both smile down fondly at her, Zoey’s thumb rubbing soothing circles onto her hip, Mira smoothing her hair back from her forehead.
“Here you go-”
Mira deftly spreads her open and tugs back, exposing her swollen clit from its hood, switches on the toy so it emits a low rumble and carefully places it over the exposed bundle of nerves.
Rumi squeals.
It was nothing like she had ever experienced before. It felt softer than vibration but somehow more intense, deeper, surrounding her whole clit with an indescribable sensation that made her back arch.
“Oh...Oh...Oh my god, it’s-”
Just exactly what it is she never gets to say because Zoey starts to move inside her, slowly at first, rocking back and forth, gently brushing over her g-spot so she’s caught between two different kinds of pleasure and she’s unravelling by the second, it just feels so good, she’s almost there, on the very cusp of something so intense that she’s almost a little frightened.
Mira turns up the setting on the toy and Rumi flails wildly, grabbing at Mira's free hand and clasping it tight, her other hand fisting in the sheets, eyes wide, panting and whimpering as Zoey’s hips pick up the pace until she can feel the cool leather of the harness slapping against her skin-
“Zoey, M-mira, please… m’so close...can I...please, please!”
Mira brushes her thumb over the back of her hand and Zoey bends down to kiss her softly, just a brush of her lips over Rumi’s trembling mouth-“Yes, baby, go right ahead-”
Mira’s lips press against her ear and she hisses; “Come for us.”
And Rumi shatters.
Back arching, mouth open in a wordless scream, eyes unseeing, hand squeezing at Mira’s, her patterns flashing a deep purple.
The orgasm is so intense she sees stars, feels herself gush around the strap still thrusting inside her-
But Mira doesn’t lift the toy away, and Zoey keeps up that relentless drive of her hips.
And all she can do is take it, let the onslaught of pleasure wrack her body-
“You’re so fucking hot like this-”Mira murmurs against her ear as Zoey’s fingers dig a little harder into her hips, the sharp pain of her nails only adding to the pleasure coursing through Rumi’s body.
She comes again, screaming this time, head thrown back into the pillow.
And still they keep going.
“I…I can’t...it’s too much-”
Zoey tilts her head and smiles.
“Isn’t this what you wanted, Rumi? To come for us-” A particularly hard thrust makes Rumi clutch at her and choke out a broken sob. “We’re just giving you what you’ve been begging for-”
Mira lifts the toy away for a second and Zoey’s hips still.
“What’s your colour?” Mira asks firmly, squeezing Rumi’s hand tight.
“....Green.”
They both grin down at her.
“That’s what I thought…” Zoey murmurs before snapping her hips into Rumi savagely and Mira returns the vibrator to her clit, her other hand releasing Rumi’s clutching fingers so she can tug at her nipples.
“We’re gonna make you come til you break-” She whispers against Rumi’s ear.
“Fuck!” The idea alone pushes her over the edge again.
And now she really is too sensitive, her overloaded nerves screaming from the intensity of it.
Rumi knows she can call yellow or snap twice and they will stop instantly-
But she doesn’t want to.
She wants to take what they give her until she truly can’t take anymore, she wants to break apart for them, safe in the knowledge that they will be there to put her back together again-
“One more baby,” Zoey’s forehead is resting against Rumi’s shoulder, grunting with the effort of fucking her, “One more for us-”
And Rumi lets the pleasure overtake her, one last time, so intense her vision goes white and she feels her throat almost tear from the intensity of her scream, and feels the Honmoon ripple around them in response.
And then she doesn’t feel much of anything, floating dreamily, everything feeling far away and fuzzy.
The first thing she’s aware of is being lifted into Zoey’s lap.
She rests her head against Zoey’s chest and listens dreamily to the steady beating of her heart, of the warmth of her sweat damp skin, of how strong and steady her arms are around her waist.
“Hi.” She croaks, eyes still closed, still twitching slightly from little flurries of pleasure still rippling out across her body.
“Hi, beautiful. Mira’s just in the bathroom getting you a washcloth, she’ll be right back.”
The softest kisses are pressed against her forehead and she melts into the embrace a little more.
She hears Mira’s familiar step and her eyes flicker open to find Mira looking down at her, facial expression soft and adoring.
“I’m going to clean you up a little, aein. You uh...made quite a mess.”
Rumi feels Zoey’s giggle rumble through her chest. “She squirted at least…hmm three times by my count?”
“Mhm.” Mira replies, gently cleaning up Rumi’s inner thighs with a warm wash cloth, before switching it out for another one, this one cool, and wiping down Rumi’s face and chest.
Then her water bottle is brought to her lips.
“Just sip it, nice and slow for me-”
She obediently takes a few sips, watches Mira place it back on the bedside table then bonelessly grabs at her wrist to pull her close so Rumi has the two of them pressed against her.
The air smells like vanilla and jasmine and peach and the lavender pillow spray Zoey uses all intermingled with the lingering scent of sex and it wraps herself around her the same way her lover's arms are.
“Love you.” She whispers.
And she knows they know she means the both of them.
Their answering “love you’s” are said against her skin, Zoey’s against her neck and Mira’s against her forehead.
As sleep claims all three of them, Rumi thinks she’d like to do this more often.
But now she’s definitely sure she couldn’t handle a month.