#polytrix smut

"Mmm i wonder if our babygirl can take us all at once?~" Zoey purred towards Mira. Mira smirked and chuckled. "I'm sure she can.. she already handled me earlier, she's our good girl isn't she?" Those two were watching you literally getting railed by your purple haired girlfriend Rumi. The two could feel their cocks twitch in anticipation waiting for their turn with you. While they watched, Rumi groaning having you in doggystyle with one hand pulling your hair and the other holding your hips while she fucks you. She slowed her pace a little. "Answer Mira or I'll stop." Rumi bent down to your ear and nipped it with her sharp teeth. You whined as you turned to face Mira and Zoey. "Y-Yes I'm your guys' good girl. I-I can take you guys at once." You said. Rumi hummed with satisfaction as then moved her hips faster almost slamming into you. The two girls still watching their leader fuck their girl. "Fuck i need to touch myself I can't believe I was last...I'm so hard right noww~" Zoey bit her lip shifting in her seat clearly looking needy. Mira chuckled at Zoey's whininess as the two heard your yelp, muffled by the slight damp pillows from your drool as you came. Not only you, but Rumi did too. She groaned loudly unraveling inside your soaked pussy. Rumi pulled out of you, panting hard coming down from her high. "Alright Zoey your turn with her." Zoey lifted herself of the chair.

"Finally it's my turn~" She giggled as slightly pushed Rumi aside with a kiss on her cheek. Zoey got close to your ear, feeling her hot breath on your flushed ear. "Still alive?" She asked in both teasingly and tenderly. Her hand went to you cheek to see your face. You gave her the green light, nodding your head, that put a big smirk on Zoey's face. “Good, and you know how I am, I like taking my time...sorry guys, you have to wait a bit." Zoey pouted towards Mira and Rumi, who's now on the watching chair. Mira just sat there still having on the grin. “It’s okay Zo, take your time with our good girl...it just makes it worth the while for her later when she handles all three of us right, my pretty girl?" Mira asked you, and god, the feeling went straight to your pussy already, anticipating what’s about to come. Zoey noticed your arousal and grinned. "You naughty girl, you love that, don't you, but that's later, right now your attentions on me~" Zoey took off her skirt, showing her huge erection. Zoey whimpered but looked down at you and gripped your hair. It wasn't too painful but enough to show you her dominance. "Come on, you know what I need." And you did know as you ran your tongue on the leaking tip of her cock. Her breath hitched before you took her huge cock inside your mouth, deepthroating her dick. She absolutely LOVED when you did this since she has the biggest out of Rumi and Mira. She made herself get used to her cock with your pussy and mouth. After some time of giving her head, she shot her load down your throat. She gripped your hair tighter, lightly commanding you, "Swallow it." You did so.

You pulled back from her cock still panting catching your breath. Zoey chuckled. "Fuck that felt good but i think I need my dick filled inside you don't you think baby?" she cooed and signaled for Mira and Rumi to come over on the bed. Mira came up behind you massaging your tits in a rough motion with her soft hands. "You good to have us all at once pretty girl?” You whimpered at the harsh but pleasurable feeling of Mira's hands. Then Rumi came on the side of you, kissing your neck to ease you from all the intensity. "We don't have to if you’re tired, [name]." Rumi said softly. You finally spoke. "I'm fine...I want no need you all at once." That made all three of their hearts pound and made them more aroused but smiled at you. Zoey laid down on the bed and patted her lap. "Come on, babygirl~" She bit her lip. You crawled over to her, straddling her hips and slowly sinking down her huge cock. You and she both groaned, feeling each other. Her feeling the warmth of your pussy and you feeling so filled by her dick inside you. Mira still behind you, fondling your breasts and slightly pinching your nipples. “Good girl, take her cock like the good girl you are.” Mira whispered in your ear, then going down, kissing your neck, to your shoulders, and back on your right side. Rumi took your other side, doing the same as Mira. You whimpered at the feeling of two of your girlfriends taking care of you. Zoey saw your attention leaving, forgetting that you were warming her cock. She thrusted upward, making her feel her cock hit your g-spot. You moaned and saw the raven-haired woman smirk at you. Zoey started to move her hips, and she wasn’t gentle but not rough either, enough for you to start whining and moaning.

Your noises started to become loud, and that was the perfect opportunity. “Uh oh, someone’s already getting loud. I think we need to silence her~” Mira grinned as she took out her cock once again and gently made it poke your cheek close to your lips. “Suck it, pretty girl, while she fucks you.” Mira looked at Zoey, who was fucking you somewhat hard and falling apart close to her orgasm. You started to suck Mira’s cock without any hesitation, giving her length a lick before taking it fully in your mouth. You started to bob your head and swirl your tongue on her delicious cock. Mira gripped your hair and chuckled. “Fuck yeah, just like that.” She cussed under her breath while looking at you riding hard on Zoey as she held your thighs ever so tightly. Rumi felt left out, lowkey, as she took your left hand and placed it on her cock, begging for you to do something to her too. You obliged and started to pump her cock in a quick motion. Rumi’s body shook, feeling your hand on her cock. Rumi’s hips began to rock against the movements of your hand. Now the room was filled with the three women’s moans and gasps, but they were covered by the sounds of skin slapping and wet noises. You on the other hand were focused on pleasing your three girlfriends. Tears prickled your eyes form being overwhelmed but did not care. You still kept it up without stopping. Your pussy clenched on Zoey, deep throating Mira and pumping Rumi was all you were doing. Soon later the three rode the wave of pleasure and shot their loads inside you, your mouth and your hand. You spasmed on zoey’s cock, your body shaking uncontrollably making you swallow Mira’s cum as well. You panted as you pulled back from Mira, let go of Rumi and roll off Zoey laying back on the bed exhausted. Your three girlfriends followed you soon after snuggling up to you, “Woah [Name], you really took all of us at once!” Zoey giggled and poked your cheek. “I told you she could…you did great [Name].” Mira rubbed your arm giving you a kiss on your forehead. “I’m impressed…we’re so proud of you~” Rumi smiled playing with your hair to calm you. The combination of their touches and their warm bodies pressed up against you, you smiled and snuggled up to them. That resulted all four of you going to sleep.

"Mmm, let me see..." Mira's voice dripped with amusement as she scanned the page. Her glowing pink eyes flickered over the text before she began reading aloud in a sultry tone: "His hands slid down her waist—rough, demanding—as he pinned her against the wall." She paused mid-sentence to smirk at Zoey over your shoulder. "Sounds familiar?" Mira smirked as Zoey’s hands moved under your top.

"What's gotten into you two?"

"Hunting was boring," Zoey purred, dragging her nails down your side. "We came back early... just to play."

"You were so quiet here alone... We had to check if you missed us too much." Her smirk turned sharp as she added, "Turns out? You did."

"Just sit back and relax... We'll take good care of you." Zoey whispered loudly,it was barely a whisper.

Zoey's hands were quick to go under your top,while Mira kissed your neck. Your head lulled back and out of the corner of your eye you saw Rumi watching.

"Oh? Did you two forget I was coming back too?" Zoey let out a breathy laugh against your skin but didn’t stop her wandering hands.

"Mmm... just giving you front-row seats." Rumi's eyes were also glowing but so were her patterns. Clearly some demon thing was affecting all of them. Mira was quick to pick you up and drag you to your room. Her hands ripping off your clothes before Rumi and Zoey came back. You heard them but didn't see them until Rumi was under you,Mira pushing you on top of her. Your back against her chest as her hands cupped your breasts. Seeing Zoey behind Mira as her hands moved on Mira. But you felt something cold against your ass,Rumi pushed two fingers into your ass. Rumi smirked, her own eyes flashing with feral hunger.

"Careful... we don't want to break her too soon,"

"Oh,please if you could shove it into her ass right now you would've." Mira said,grabbing your thighs. "But I can take this pussy immediately," she looked back at Zoey. "Zoey," she nodded and reached between Mira's legs. Lubing the strap before she roughly pushed it inside you,making you arch your back.Rumi's smirk widened, her eyes flicking back down to you for a beat she leaned down near your ear and murmured,

"Look at you... such a good girl for us, aren't you? Taking everything we give you without fighting at all?" Mira's comments quickly got more intense,dirtier but still praising you. 

"Fuck look at you," she growled, voice thick with hunger. "So tight around it... So desperate for more." Her fingers dug into your skin like she wanted to brand you. "Bet you'd whimper even louder if I pulled it out just to slam back in" Her hips rolled behind yours in a slow grind just soaking up every little noise and tremble from you before adding: "Such a perfect fucking toy... Bet Rumi wants a turn too, huh? Gonna let her ruin this pussy next?"

"No," you whimpered. "It's yours," you rolled your hips against Mira,moving faster. "It's yours,this pussy is only yours."

"That's right, baby,but I’ll still let her have this.” She rubbed your ass then she slammed into you,making a comment with each thrust. 

"Fuck—you take it so well, baby~" Her hips snapped forward harder, forcing a choked gasp from you.

"Look at you... squirming like a fucking mess just for me." She dragged the strap almost all the way out before slamming back in with bruising force.

"Gonna ruin this pussy so bad..." Her nails raked down your thighs as she pistoned into you faster leaving no room to breathe between thrusts.

"Bet Rumi's jealous now? Watching how good I make you feel?" A sharp grind against that sweet spot made your vision white out momentarily.

"C'mon... Scream for me," she demanded, voice ragged with lust as her rhythm turned downright punishing.  You moaned,her smirk widened as she moved faster. It was a blur of her voice mumbling every iteration of good girl she knew. Rumi made an impressed noise from under Mira, reaching up to tug at the other idol's hair to get her attention.

"Hey. Stop hogging," she chuckled, her eyes gleaming. Mira's expression was downright cocky as she retorted,

"Why, you impatient

"Oh, not impatient," Rumi smirked, her voice darkening. "Just eager to make our good little toy feel good"

"Looks like someone's eager to have their turn already," Mira teased, shooting an amused look down at Rumi.

"Can you blame me? She looks so pretty like this."

"Then take her with me,I'm not done with this pretty pussy. But take that ass."

Rumi's grin turned downright wicked as she lubed up her fingers without hesitation.

"Mmm... greedy little thing, aren't you?" she murmured before pressing two slick digits against your ass in one slow, torturous push just to watch you squirm between both of them. Mira let out a dark laugh from behind you and leaned in closer, nipping at your earlobe.

"Oh? Gonna take us both like the perfect fucking toy we know you are?" Her hips rolled deeper on instinct as Rumi curled her fingers just right leaving no space for thought beyond pure sensation. Once she was satisfied she pushed her own strap on inside your ass. You were now filled with both of them. Meanwhile Zoey was still watching from the corner… very invested. But she wasn't watching for long as she came up soon,a small bullet in her hand. She teased as it vibrated between her fingers. Mira’s head snapped toward Zoey at the sound of that buzzing, her thrusts faltering for a split second.

"Oh, you," she started before Rumi cut in with a dark chuckle:

"Put it on her." Zoey didn’t need to be told twice. She crawled over and pressed the vibrating bullet right against your clit while Mira bottomed out inside you again her voice ragged

"Now? You don’t get to come until we say so." The buzzing on your clit was driving you crazy. You were full, so impossibly full, and they expected you to just wait. Mira stopped moving but Rumi continued. You tried to roll your hips against Mira.

"Ah-ah-ah, not so fast" Rumi chided, watching the tension on your face. "You have to wait, remember?" You nodded,trying your best not too cum too quickly. Rumi chuckled.

"So obedient... almost makes me want to be nice to her," she was taunting you to move.

"Not me,makes me wanna be meaner." Mira said,upping the vibration. Zoey was still watching until Rumi spoke up.

"Zoey,you gonna watch all night baby?" 

"Maybe~" she drawled, her eyes gleaming. "It's a damn good show."

"Then why don't you take a seat?" She smugly suggested,Zoey knew what she really meant. She straddled you,letting you feel her wetness against your stomach.

"Here, why don't you give our girl something to watch." Mira handed a vibrator to her,she spread her legs and pressed it to her own clit. Your body trembled,you moaned louder and louder as you got closer. Rumi and Mira didn't let up, their movements getting rougher and messier as they watched. It was like they were waiting to see who'd break first you, or your patience.

"Please..." you whimpered. Zoey seemed to know it too. She leaned in close, her breath hot against your ear.

"You can do it... just a little longer,wait for me" Zoey's smirk widened at your begging, her eyes glowing even brighter now. She was just as impatient as the others to take you over the edge, but she enjoyed hearing you beg. "Now,Now cum for us." She moaned out as she came herself. Mira didn't hesitate either she snapped her hips forward one last time with brutal force. Rumi followed seconds later. Rumi was equally pleased, her eyes running over your flushed body with a satisfied expression. She leaned in, kissing your neck softly.

"You did so well, princess." Zoey had a smirk on her face, her hand still gripping the toy as she panted softly.

"Mmmm... that was a pretty sight to watch"

“Good girl,”Mira said, her voice low and gravely. Then their eyes stopped glowing.

"What happened to you three?"

Zoey and Rumi exchanged a quick glance before Zoey let out a slow breath.

"We... got possessed? Temporarily." She rubbed her face, still trying to process it herself.

Rumi nodded along, her voice quieter than usual as she added.

"Demon energy in the hunting grounds must've clung to us when we came back." You breathed heavily,your head falling back.

"Damn demons." Zoey nodded in silent agreement, watching Mira with a quiet frown. She seemed more contemplative than usual. Mira, who was still slumped against you. The poor girl was clearly worn out. She let out a soft sigh, shaking her head before murmuring, "...She's gonna feel horrible when she's back to herself. She never talks like that,especially to you.”

"Maybe we shouldn't tell her that it was kinda hot."

Not without asking, and not without them. But the penthouse had been so empty. She had not meant to disobey — it wasn’t rebellion, it was ache, desperation. Ache and desperation that led her shaking fingers to slide down her tightened abdomen, telling herself they’d be back after. They wouldn’t notice. They wouldn’t care about some harmless rule. 

“S—shit!”

But, well, they did. 

Rumi’s cry was torn from her throat as another blow resounded through the dim-lit bedroom. Her skin gleamed under Zoey’s palm — flush red layered over pale lilac, soft lavender of her demon patterns shimmering beneath. 

Perched behind, Zoey’s palms kneaded into the thicker curve of Rumi’s ass — because while she loved Rumi any kind of way, demon form or not, there was something so fucking addictive about how her body filled out with just a little more mass when her power started surfacing. She got meatier; toned and plush. 

And Zoey? Zoey was a greedy little freak for it, always taking advantage of it in these exact moments of punishment. 

“Oh?” Zoey crooned, voice deceptively tender as she cupped the flesh of Rumi’s ass, squeezing before gently spreading her just enough to make her arch in reflex. “What was that, baby?”

She sounded genuinely curious —  fawn-like browns blinking in mock innocence, bottom lip protruding in a way that caused Rumi’s heart to stutter and her stomach to plummet.

“Listen to that…” Rumi could not tell if the words were meant for her, or the pink haired woman whose lap she was currently sprawled over. She could not tell what was worse — the screaming burn in her thighs and elbows from holding herself up, trembling and strained, or the searing wave of pleasure that rippled through her core, ignited by the sharp sting of Zoey’s cruel hand striking her bare flesh. 

 "I didn’t catch that, sweetie … want me to start over?”

Rumi’s lips parted, quivering and fervently shook her head. “N-no, Zoey, please —”

But Zoey ‘s lips puckered even more as if disappointed by Rumi’s begging, and it was Mira that then talked. “Then you’d think by now you’d have more control of that mouth.”

The maknae then gave that smile that floored one. Her sweet, sickly smile, all gleaming whites and sugar. Another slap. Then another. Each hit cruelly placed over fading ones. 

Rumi’s body recoiled again at the featherlight, near-pitying caress of Mira’s thumb that found its way to her swollen nub, slick already clinging to it. That hue of hers — liquid silver-and-blue — smeared onto Mira’s knuckle the more she touched.

A humiliating sound ripped out of her — wet, raw, fucked-out.

“This hurts, pretty?” Zoey queried in a croon, the corners of her mouth lifted higher, amusement bubbling just beneath while rosy lips brushed along the flushed arc of her lover’s cheek, a kiss and a taunt.

The way she questioned it was cruel and loving all at once. As if she wanted it to hurt, as if she knew it did — and adored her more for that.

And Rumi was devoid of forming a proper sentence, and instead it was her body that did the talking. 

Claws — half formed, razor tipped, trembling — threatened to sink even deeper into Mira’s forearm. The honed ends had begun to shift under pressure, her demonic lineage peeling through the surface of soft pads, pierced through flesh. 

But Mira … Mira did not even flinch. Only released a deep exhale, leaning into the pain that wasn’t just gladly accepted — it was expected. The tear, the scorch, the way Rumi once attempted to hold back yet couldn’t . 

“Keep going, Zo,” Mira muttered, casting a glance at the younger girl who bubbled with thrill, striking just beneath the swell of Rumi’s ass. “Look at her.”

The pink-haired demon hunter’s stare cataloged Rumi’s figure; it was fucking marvel, sculpted in planes and valleys, muscle cords shifting beneath smooth, radiating skin. Her lats flared with every ragged inhale, shoulders pulled taut, and Mira’s gaze was locked the fuck in — obsessed with the way each long line down her back flexed under tension. 

Mira had always been a sucker for abs, sure, but seeing Rumi like this? Backside cut like precise sculpture and muscles twitching with every flicker of stimulation? It churned something delicious and abyssal in Mira’s gut.  

One hand splayed across the dip of Rumi’s lower spine, her fingers following the pearlescence of her etchings. “Look at this fucking back.”

Her other digits — long, and deft — plunged inside Rumi’s walls, plunging knuckle-deep with a kind of leisureness that made Rumi spasm and sob in the same second.

Her thighs constricted together from how desperate they both made her feel, almost pathetic enough to make Mira want to chastise the purple-haired woman, to tell her to get a grip of herself or else they’d drag this little punishment out even longer, sighing when her digits were swallowed deeper into Rumi’s weeping cunt. 

“She’s squeezing so much around my fingers, Zo…”

Zoey inspected all of it like a girl watching fireworks — entranced, hungry for more.

“You’re dripping down Mira’s wrist, honey,” she deliberated, kissing the corner of Rumi’s mouth, tongue working in the mix. “Is that from my hits? Or Mira’s fingers?”

That elicited a long whine, and Zoey beamed even brighter. “I bet it’s both.”

She drawled to Mira, ‘She’s so nastyyy, baby,’ before puckering her lips against Rumi’s collarbone. “And here you worried she was going to break.”

“Not worried,” Mira’s fingers slowly whirled inside Rumi’s tightness as she coolly replied, “just didn’t want her short-circuiting before I got to finger her.”

A snarl-soft cry met the inner bend of Mira’s arm, and Mira glowered, forearm flexing, tightening around Rumi’s shoulders in order to prop her up a bit. “Oh? That hurt your feelings?” 

Her tone was blunt, jesting, just barely affectionate, digits fucking her in a slow grind. “That’s rich coming from someone who couldn’t keep her hands out of her panties while we were gone.”

Rumi’s brows were sewn together, abashed at her plain-spoken words. “I-I didn’t think you’d notice—” 

“We smelled it, Ru,” Zoey interrupted, wide-eyed mockery on full display. “Like damn, babe, if you’re gonna fuck yourself while we’re out, maybe try and lie better?”

“And wipe the damn mirror down,” Mira reprimanded, fingerpads sweeping lazily between sopped folds, occasionally circling her nub. “Left handprints everywhere — rookie mistake.”

Tears kissed Rumi’s waterline and cluttered her lashes, sniffles and moans accompanying the obscene wetness of Mira’s handy work. 

Meanwhile Zoey’s frown returned — adorably displeased as her heated palm kneaded over Rumi’s contused ass. There had been inflamed blemishes branded everywhere, all in the shape and form of her palm and her fingers — along with a few pretty teeth marks Zoey honestly couldn’t help etching. Rumi was just so biteable .

 “Mira baby,” she grabbed at her cheeks and spread them so perfectly until both of her glistening slits were winking at her. “I don’t think she’s learning anything.”

She bent down and allowed for her teeth to gently sink into Rumi’s thigh. "This is making her more wet. Fuck, you’re a needy thing, aren’t you?”

Rumi made no attempt to argue, erratic breaths serving as a response. Her patterns seared in betrayal — glow deepening toward a guilty iridescence seeping through her complexion. 

Prudently, her chin dipped down, then lightly raised into a soft nod. “C-can’t help it, Zo,” she groaned — torn from somewhere deep in her throat. Once warm-brown irises had gone a molten gold, a vivid internal glow when overwhelmed, emotional, cracked open. 

The sharp tug on Rumi’s disheveled braid forced her head to tilt towards Mira, catching her gaze — a sharp, simmering brown set within angular features, fueling Rumi’s glow. “You — Mira touch me and I-i just—”

Zo’s head gave a cute head tilt, sweetly uttering, “you’re not even trying to behave, baby.” 

Her fingers loosely curled into her palm to drag her knuckles down between Rumi’s thighs, brushing so lightly — obnoxiously lightly — over the swollen, glistening pearl of her clit.

Zoey’s free hand tightened at Rumi’s hipbone, manicured nails biting into hot, throbbing flesh already flaming deep mauve from the last impact. Rumi heaved, hips twitching against the pain — but the sound bled too quickly into breathless pleasure. 

That exhale, that shift, gave Zoey the perfect excuse to strike again. Her palm landed hard against Rumi’s behind, the sound sharp, the flesh giving, bouncing back. 

Rumi’s moan broke open, edges roughening, tone unraveling into something otherworldly , demon-like.  It always came with pleasure like this, and sometimes she hated how obvious it was. But her lovers? They thrived for it.

“Fuuck, there it is.” Mira breathed out with blown out irises, brushing aside tangled lavender strands off her sweat-glossed cheek. “Sounding like that already.”

“She’s all rumbly and cute,” Zoey’s palm snuck up Rumi’s torso — starting just above the damp patch of violet curls beneath her navel. She mapped the cut of her waist, thumb outlining a rib, then hooked her fingers just beneath her jawline, pads sweetly prodding into the heated flesh there. 

“So pretty….” A soft giggle fluttered from the ravennette’s chest before it tipped into a moan. Her hands wandered for a while, from the column of Rumi’s throat down to her sides, skimming where muscle met softness, where her curves gave just enough under pressure. 

That was when she caught it — the length of Rumi’s thick braid, still slightly frizzed at the ends from heat and perspiration. 

Her eyes lit up with such glee, “And such pretty hair…”

Zoey entangled her fingers around the braid, anchored her stance, and yanked.

The motion forced Rumi upright in a single smooth pull, the sharp arc of her back deepening as she was reeled back into Mira’s lap. Mira’s arm instinctively secured around Rumi’s midsection to keep her steady, but her other hand slipped free from between Rumi’s thighs with a wet pop that made Zoey giggle once more.

Rumi was kneeling astride Mira, the entire length of her front exposed; hips jutting, abs carved deeper, narrow at the waist, breasts fuller. 

Mira’s gaze devoured her. 

Didn’t even dare to blink, or even fucking breathe, eyeing how Rumi’s flushed nipples immediately grew more rigid under her scrutinizing. Something devilish began to take possession of her features, mouth slightly ajar, and a low groan rumbled in her chest. 

And fuck, that height difference — Rumi always stood a little taller than Zoey, a little shorter than Mira, yet at the moment, she seemed to tower just enough to make moments like these even filthier. Zoey fucking loooved it. 

She settled between Mira’s man-spread legs, still gripping Rumi’s braid to keep her upright. Her gaze streaked all over her lover’s body, one of her top intoxications.

“You’ve got both of us now, Rumi,” Mira’s rough voice was edged with labored breath, heated gaze fixated on Zoey’s nasty little smile as she dipped her head. 

Zoey began kissing up from the base of Rumi’s v-line — open-mouthed, wet, hot — until her tongue flattened and dragged up the line of Rumi’s abs, following the ridges with obscene attention. 

Zoey only paused, browns peering up through dense lashes before winking up at Mira. 

“You like the show, Mira?” she mused before continuing her nasty journey up the demon-kissed ridges of Rumi’s torso, each muscle constricting under the wet muscle’s attention. 

Mira inhaled sharply through her nose, her eyes gravitating down on the way Zoey’s tongue flicked a path over every taut groove. “Fuck, Zo.” The loud moan tore out of her throat before she could stop it. Zoey and Rumi’s abs — dangerous .

But Mira gathered herself, biting back another sound as her hand slipped down Rumi’s side, winding around her thigh. 

Her tone came out leveled — even as her cheeks ablazed.

 “We’ve been over this,” Her gaze traced Rumi’s prominent jawline, the way it quavered with every prolonged whine falling from rosy lips. “No touching yourself unless we say so.” 

Her hand slid once more between Rumi’s thighs, two fingers ghosting over her clit — but not giving her anything. “You get that?”

Whimpering, Rumi jolted her hips towards the barely there contact, and Zoey laughed against one of two beseeching peaks, delivering two, three firm suckles until she pulled away. 

“Yeah baby,” Zoey hummed, wiping away remnants of saliva with the back of her hand. “Don’t be getting so greedy without us.”

It could have been the sight of Zo’s pretty-does or the lingers of spit glazing her lower lip, or just the simple fact that she was so fucking horny from watching her girlfriends, but it made Mira move before her mind could catch up with no warning. 

Just fingers curling around the back of Zoey’s neck, enough grip to make the maknae’s breath catch and grin sprawl wider. 

Mira dragged her up, tugging Zoey’s face away from Rumi’s stomach and toward her own — until Zoey was climbing up to straddle the bed beside her, knees pressed into the sheets, spine prettily curving in anticipation.

Sloppy, heated, viscous. Mira kissed Zoey like she was pissed off at how damn good she looked between Rumi’s thighs — like she needed to taste Rumi secondhand on her tongue. 

Tongues clashed. Teeth scraped. Mira’s arm remained around Rumi’s waist while the other tightened just a bit around Zoey’s throat, dragging moans from the younger woman’s mouth.

Rumi’s eyes coated with another layer of honey, dewy and pathetic, as she regarded the two as they devoured each other, her chest rising and falling fast, fast, hazed with need when they finally pulled back, lips moistened with spit, a string of it snapping between them.

And then Mira turned to her, eyes boring through Rumi’s before ruined lips cloaked hers. Kissing Rumi in terms that said mine in every tug, every soundly slide of tongue, every spike of breath. 

Rumi mollified into it, sucked Mira’s breath into her lungs like she needed it, talons clawing at the sheets..

Zoey giggled softly beside them, still breathless from the last kiss, and leaned in too — not wasting a second to kiss Rumi right after Mira with the help of Rumi’s plait still in her hold, slotting their mouths together with a slow drag, tongue playful, sweet at first before it turned messy again.

“Bend back over…” Zoey softly murmured with a final peck to her mouth and got back into position behind Rumi. Good job, baby. Just a bit more..”

And Rumi obeyed — shaky on her knees as she dipped forward across Mira’s thighs again, face crumbled, hips high, breath trembling as the swell beneath her chest pressed to Mira’s thigh.

One, two more sharp collides came across Rumi’s ass, and one, two fingers stroked from her tailbone down to her fluttering hole, ruthlessly drilling into her.

A possessive cry spewed from Rumi’s innards when the sensation of a searing heat climbed like wildfire, from where Mira’s skillful fingers ruthlessly drilled back into her — pressing that tender spot she has encountered a handful of times before — and Zoey’s final merciless strike on her bum occurred. 

White blinding, nerve-splitting, no-damn-thoughts white. Her entire body seized, centre spasming as if electricity transversed throughout her every fiber, and her back bowed so hard it lifted her off Mira’s lower form. 

Rumi’s fingers scrabbled for something — someone — and caught nothing. Her jaw unlatched but no sound came out, just a full-body quake and a breathless scream stuck in her lungs. Her demon markings convulsed, surging too bright to stay still.

Mira’s name, Zoey’s name, neither managed to form from her lips. Yet they were etched in the stars behind her twitching eyelids.

Her climax tore through her in long, vicious waves. Rumi’s eyes remained rolled back, and her abdomen tensed, then caved until her limbs gave out completely. 

For a second — she was not there; molten heat, nothing.

Collapsed, still kneeling but slumped forward, Rumi’s silhouette twitched as the last few pulses dragged through her — raw, brutal, and so fucking beautiful. Her breathing was a shattered rhythm, patterns still finding its flicker.

And then, just a swarm of softness, ache, release.

“There you are…” Zoey’s syruped voice flooded her mind, and Rumi couldn't help but smile dumbly down at Zoey; she was planting kisses along Rumi’s ribs, gentle with no ounce of pressure. Her hands swept sweat-matted strands from Rumi’s cheek, thumb soothing just under her eye as it fluttered open. 

Rumi’s offcolored gaze did not focus right away though; brown and gold, dazed and prettily hollowed out.

“That’s it, sweetheart, hi! You with us?”

Rumi’s mouth attempted to move but no sound worked her vocals. Aftershocks were still skating through her core, hips barely jerking with every one, but the glow had gone dimmer.

Her eyelids fluttered shut at the feel of Mira’s fingers already smoothing over her back down to her ass, grounding her.

“Breathe, babe,” Mira’s words were mumbled against the laden skin of Rumi’s neck, a hiss arising from her throat as the pink haired woman rewarded her by rubbing her fingers over her ass once more. She sculpted the globes with such certainty, taking in the way they shook within her palms before humming — pleased, fulfilled. “You did soo good.”

Zoey kissed up her hip, whispering more nonsense praise; “so pretty when you come,” and “oh my gosh you’re so perfect,” and “we’ve got you, baby.”

Rumi’s chest finally rose with a real inhale, her eyes regaining their prominent round shape as she canted her head and let it rest back against Mira’s shoulder, earning a sweet forehead-kiss. 

“You’re safe. You’re here. That was…” A smirk teased at the corner of Mira’s mouth, though her voice was reverent. “ …fuck . That was gorgeous.”

Zoey giggled from above Rumi while her fingers tangled into her disheveled strands, the tip of her nose lovingly nuzzling her cheek. “You really passed out for a second,” she added, tone light but full of love. “You short-circuited.”

Rumi gave an aerated laugh, still breathless, still hoarse, nonetheless content. She reached out with a shaky hand and blindly sought Zoey’s cheek, and Zoey was quick to grab onto it, kissing her palm.

“I didn’t mean to—”

“You don’t have to mean to,” Mira murmured into her hairline, inhaling hers and Zoey’s joined inebriating fragrances. “You just… let go. That’s the whole fucking point.”

“And besides, I think you learned your lesson.” Zoey affirmed proudly, lips amiably molding against Rumi’s. Rumi who basked in the intimacy, stomach tightening as her fingers pressed into the apple of her cheeks. That was until Zoey quickly pulled away with a squint. “Haven’t you, sweetie?”

And Rumi’s features could not help but stretch into a gorgeous, dazed grin that made the both girls’ hearts accelerate. A sweet kiss converged with the curve of Zoey’s cheek, then the corner of Mira’s mouth, eyes maintaining sincerity as she softly spoke. "I have. No more touching myself without you two." 

“Good girl, baby. You know how much we hate punishing you.”

Her tone, of course, indicated that she was lying — she was not even making an effort in trying to hide it, given the naughty spark in her eyes and the way she gave a sickenly innocent smile at Rumi with a peck.

Though Mira remained silent, smirking with an eyeroll as she reached to her side to retrieve an ointment to leisurely alleviate the burning blaze of Rumi’s skin, her motions tender and amorous, occasionally letting her touch stray from Rumi to Zoey.

 Rumi allowed herself to sink back fully into Mira’s care, into Zoey’s kisses, into the afterglow that was still buzzing through every nerve.