#kpdh polytrix

“Can you do another take?”

“Can you take this instead?” Mira gripped your waist, you could feel her harden cock against your leg Zoey snaked her hand down to your cunt. “I think we need a breather .” She whispered against your ear. Rumi was gripping her cock through her sweat pants while watching the scene unfold.

How could you say no? A little break wont hurt.

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You were fully unclothed, on top of Rumi as she grinded her hips into you. You looked down at her. Her face full of need, like she would combust at any moment from the friction. “Hey Rumi, what if we did that thing you wanted to try?” Zoeys voice was giddy as she thought about it. “Try what?” you asked innocently.

You had no idea what was about to happen.. but you knew you would like it.

Mira guided Rumis cock into you. Your chest against hers as she huffed. “Finally.” Her eyes rolling back. Rumi’s pace was slow and smooth, like she was trying her best to get you ready for what was about to come next.

You felt another tip at your entrance. Mira mumbled something about how it’s going to be a tight fit. You didn’t care. You wanted as much as you could get. Mira pressed her hips forward, going in you at any moment agonizingly slow pace. Once she got the head in, fuck. You and Rumi lost it. You getting stretched out-almost like when Zoey fucks you- and the tightness sending Rumi down a spiral.

Finally, both Mira and Rumi were in. It was tight, but your wetness made everything go smoothly. You tried speaking but was cut off when Mira slammed her hips into you, a loud moan coming from your throat. Rumi’s mouth went to your nipples as she thrusted up.

“Oh baby, we can’t have you getting too loud.” Zoeys tapped her throbbing cock against your cheek. “Think you can handle this?” The slick coming from her was stringing from your cheek. You nodded aggressively. “Please I-“ Mira slammed into you. A loud moan came from both you and Rumi.

Zoey head your head and lined herself up. She started with the tip, trying to ease you into it. Her hips shook with restraint as she looked down at you, sweat built up on your forehead, Rumi unable to control herself, and Mira slamming into you. The sight alone could make her cum. As she pushed, your moans became muffled. Moaning went to gagging as she reached your throat. Zoey wasn’t aggressive, but she definitely was taking this to her advantage.

Your hips started twitching and you clenched around Mira and Rumi. Zoey felt the moans vibrating against her. They all knew you were going to cum. Your whole body clenched and you clawed Rumi’s back. That sent her over the edge. Then it was Zoey, You, and after everyone was satisfied? Mira buried her hips into you and came.

You four were went from a normal recording session to a sticky and sweaty pile of limbs. All three girls. Mira kissed your back. Rumi was kissing along your neck. Zoey left a kiss on your forehead. “Was that a good break?” your voice scratchy.

You’d think being the only omega in a relationship with three other alphas would be miserable, intimidating even.

But you were incredibly lucky. Not only were your partners soft and caring, but they would actually stomp out and burn this entire world for you, piece by piece.

There were rarely ever fights of dominance, not one had ever pressured you to submit, or had ever made you feel as if you were nothing but a living, breathing, breeding stock.

Rumi, Zoey, and Mira always looked at you as if you always and constantly moved on the sun, moon, and stars.

The best part? They treated your sensory issues so tenderly and dearly, always making sure you were comfortable and checking in on you when possible.

Certain frequencies and noises just never sat right with you ever since you were little. Things had to be balanced… Not too loud, not too soft.

Same with lighting. If lights were too bright in a room, you would actually shut down, but you also couldn’t handle complete darkness either. Usually a nightlight or just dimly lit areas did the trick and kept you at comfortable.

Today, your alphas had practice. Rehearsals, making sure the final details to their upcoming show were all set.

“Got your headphones?” Rumi asks, hugging you from behind before she gets ready to go out.

You nod. “Right here.” You shake them, a set of headphones that she had bought you for your birthday with cat ears incorporated in the design.

“Here’s your heated blanket!” Zoey calls out, wrapping you around said sheet, the lowest setting already on for you.

You lean into it and her embrace, purring. “Thank you, Zo.”

Lastly, Mira steps out from the bedroom, coming over to kiss the corner of your mouth. “Nightlight is set in the bedroom if we stay out too late.”

You melt, positively impacted by all three of them. “Did you leave the stuffy in the nest?”

Mira nods. “Our scent is all over that thing. You can’t miss it.” She reassures and kisses you properly.

You hum, “I love you all.”

Zoey is next to eagerly claim your mouth with hers. “We love you too.” The youngest declares, nuzzling into your neck, right where her specific mark is on you, right by Rumi and Mira’s.

Your purrs grow louder, making Rumi beam with pride. A soft and warm rumble escaped from her chest before finally she kisses you chastely. “Dinner is in the fridge, babygirl. Text us if anything, okay?”

You nod, “Promise.”

Rumi runs an affectionate hand through your hair before the three of them leave the penthouse.

Some time passes. The day remains calm, peaceful despite the absence of your alphas.

However, something in the air shifts. There’s an unfamiliar and sinister scent that’s brewing, making you squirm in anxiety.

“Well, well, well…” A rugged and dark voice rings from the kitchen. “Found the hunter’s little safe house.”

Another voice, deeper, chuckles. “Not hard to miss when it’s right in the middle of the city.”

Out of the corner, two demons, one small and skinny, another tall with a bigger build, poke their heads out, scanning the area.

Quietly, you squeak, and crawl to the bedroom. You reach for your phone, as you hide in your nest, texting the group chat.

Re: Demons!!! In the penthouse!!

Immediately, your phone starts to buzz with notifications.

Ru: In the penthouse!?

M: What the fuck are those bastards doing there!?

Z: Reader, are you okay!?

You go to type, but pause, yet another demonic voice ringing through the halls. “There’s someone here.” It growls. “An omega.”

Your breathing fastens with concerns.

Re: They can smell me

Z: STAY HIDDEN

Ru: And stay calm! We’re coming!❤️

M: We won’t let those fuckers get to you

Re: Please hurry 😭

There’s a crash, some glass breaking. You can hear every monstrous step the demons make as they chaos havoc in the penthouse.

“Where ARE they!?”

“Come out, come out wherever you are~”

Then, the third one stops by the bedroom door. Scared, you snuggle up against the giant stuffed teddy bear in your nest, raising the heated blanket over your entire frame.

It’s faint, but you’re hoping that the scent of your alphas will be enough to deter the demons from finding you.

The door is busted open with a snarl. “Stop hiding, little omega!” The demon roars. “We know you’re here…”

It growls, searching through the bedroom. You try to suppress your own scent, try to remain still, try not to make a single sound.

“Tell us where the hunters are, and maybe we’ll spare you.”

You shut your eyes, waiting, pleading that they give up and leave.

But to your dismay, your blanket is ripped off and of course, you’re face to face with the three demons who all smirk down evilly at you.

“There she is~”

One of them grabs you roughly, and throws you on against the wall. You land on the ground with a soft thud, struggling to get up.

The second one grabs you again by the base of your neck, and immediately tries to take your soul.

You feel it trying to drain you, feel your essence being sapped out. You whimper, a few tears falling, and try to focus on your alphas.

Rumi. Mira. Zoey. The three of them. How much they love you and vice versa. How you wish they would hurry and save you. You know they’re trying as fast as they can… And even even they didn’t make it on time, you couldn’t- would never blame them for coming a second too late.

You love them too much to be upset with them.

The demons freeze, the one who has a hold on you desperately tries to suck out your soul, but… It can’t.

“What is this!?”

“Are you broken?” One demon slaps the one that holds you, causing it to drop you from its grasp. “The fuck you waiting for!?”

“I don’t know, asshole!” The demon runs the back of its head. “I can’t eat her soul!”

The third looks at you, studies you. “You can’t. Not traditionally.” It kneels in front of you, cocking its head to the side. “The power of love keeping you safe, huh?”

Before you can even look up, the demon kicks you right in the ribs.

“Pathetic.” I spits. “We’ll have to use more… Effective methods to get rid of you.”

That’s the only signal the other two demons need before they lunge. The three of them cause absolute chaos, clawing at you, tossing you around as if you’re a kickball, doing anything to weaken your already fragile body and sensitive mind.

“They’re not coming for you.” One of them mocks.

“The hunters left you alone to die, didn’t they?”

“As if they need a weak little thing like you to keep them down.”

Their words hit you deep. You whine, it comes out more of a pained groan as the demons continue to wear you down. You’re overwhelmed, mentally, physically and emotionally.

Their snarls are too loud, too deep in your brain and you wish they would just end you simply so that the noise would escape your brain. The scent of your girlfriends have completely vanished, replaced by the pungent smell of the monsters that surround you.

Everything is too loud, too bright, too damn much.

However, you hear a yelp from one of the demons, and then a loud thump as it’s pierced against the wall, one of Zoey’s weapons. It gurgles, then it disappears into ash.

“Reader!” Her voice rings through the dull ache in your ear.

“Z-Zoey?” You weakly call out.

The other two demons pause, growling as they see your alphas storm the penthouse, weapons drawn, all three of them with a look of concern and outright fury.

Rumi gets one look good at your beaten form, and it’s all it takes for her patterns to flare up. Her fangs and claws extend, the energy around her starts to crackle as her inner half-demon spirals.

If Mira and Zoey were part demon too, they’d look just as equally feral as her. But they’re still alphas, still dominant and sensing an immediate threat in their sanctuary and omega.

All three of them growl, then attack, no sparing the remaining demons any mercy by the time they’re done with them.

Rumi is the first to rush to your side. “You’re hurt.” She whimpers, nuzzling against you. Her scent, still primal, is comforting.

Mira is next, her Gok-do disappearing as soon as it impales the burly demon’s chest. “Shit, hey babygirl…” She curses, assessing the damage. “Don’t worry, we’re here. We got you, okay?”

“We didn’t make it on time.” Zoey starts to tear up, seeing how badly you’re bruised. You see a hint of darkness cross over her features, something she rarely ever shows. “Those bastards,” she snarls, “I’ll be sure to make them pay to what they did to you.”

“We’ll make sure they pay.” Rumi corrects. “But now? We gotta tend to her.” The leader picks you up, cradling you as gently as possible. “Mira, draw a bath.”

The dancer nods, and immediately goes to run some warms water.

“Zoey, ice pack and first aid kit.”

The youngest nods, then grabs the necessary supplies.

Rumi carries you off to the bathroom, where the other two are already waiting. “Stay with us. Please. Don’t leave us.”

Something about the way she says it. The way she pleads for you to keep your eyes open… It breaks you.

You see Mira lighting a candle. Your favorite, opting to leave the bathroom light off, knowing it would be too much for you right now. Zoey plays soothing music in the background, one of your favorite lo-fi jams, played at the perfect volume.

Despite everything, despite how the demons tried to make you doubt your relationship with them, you still see how much they care. How they never forget to tend to your sensory overload even while on the brink of unconsciousness.

The last thing you remember is smiling up at them, “I love you all,” leaves your lips as you finally pass out.

Weeks later, you’re making a steady recovery. Mira, Rumi, and Zoey all take turns coddling you, never leaving your side.

Busy day be damned, after they came home and almost lost you? They’re gonna make sure that their omega is protected 25/8.

Today, you lay on the couch, heated blanket wrapped tightly around you, purring in content.

You lay on Zoey’s lap as she mindlessly plays with your hair. She matches your purrs efficiently.

Mira herself lounges on her stomach, arms crossed, somewhat pressed next to you. Shes been the most protective you feel, growling at literally anyone outside their little pack who looks a second too long at you. There are times where you have to calm her with your own pheromones in order to bring her back from her protective streak.

Lastly, Rumi sits on the floor, one arm draped backward, idly caressing your extended leg as she scrolls through social media.

“Mira,” Rumi raises a brow at a particular post, “why is there a video going viral of you randomly barking out a stranger at the café two blocks away?”

The alpha in question huffs, offended. “Because he was harassing Reader.”

You roll your eyes. “All he said was, ‘Would you please pass me the half and half.’”

“My statement stands.”

Rumi faceplams, you and Zoey giggle. “That’s nothing, you should’ve seen Mira when we went to the supermarket the other day.”

Mira growls, “Zoey. Shut. Up.”

“No way!” Zoey cackles, affectionately squeezing your shoulder. “Someone was just trying to grab a bottle of juice and they accidentally brushes against Reader. Said excuse me and everything!”

“Do I want to know?”

“Yes,” You chuckle, answering Rumi. “She went up to the guy and threatened to barbecue his balls.”

“Mira!?”

“What!?” The dancer snorts. “Can’t fucking trust anyone near our omega, alright!?”

Mira turns in her back, arms still crossed, muttering something about how everyone is a threat to her girl. You just smile, leaning down to kiss her nose.

“My protective alpha.”

Your grin grows watching Mira turn an even shade of red.

“I want one!” Zoey pouts. Her arms come around your waist, gently pulling you back up to her.

You laugh, and melt into her embrace, reaching back to cup her head as she kisses your neck. You turn slightly to peck her nose as well.

“Better?”

“Mhm,” Zoey is practically vibrating at the attention.

Rumi herself has a relaxed and natural look of fondness on her face. She leans up to kiss you. “We’re glad you’re okay, love. We don’t know what we’d do without you.”

You beam. “I’d be lost without you three.” You pull them all in for a hug, a giant snuggle pile.