#polytrix x reader

You snort in boredom, making the four shuriken (ninja stars) appear in your hands. You twirl them between your fingers and, as you watch the now-transformed demon in front of you, you notice three other brutes joining the party out of the corner of your eye. Rumi, Zoey, and Mira should be coming through that door any minute, but until then, you'll have to fend for yourself.

"If most of you weren't so stupid as to not even learn human customs and traditions, I'd almost feel sorry for killing you. Almost."

The seamstress demon attacks you, but you easily dodge it, letting one of your stars stick into its forehead, turning it to dust. You hear Zoey's voice echoing in the hallway, turn toward the door, and see familiar purple hair peeking into the room. The distraction is enough for one of the three remaining demons to throw you against the wall, hitting your head so hard that you see nothing but darkness for a few minutes.

Rumi is the first to spring into action, conjuring her saingeom and running towards you, but the demon that hit you blocks her path. Before any of the three of them can finish it off, turn it to dust, and send it back to the hell it came from once and for all, it transforms into Jinu, and Rumi freezes. The saingeom slips from her hands, crashing to the floor with a loud thud; the hunter falls to her knees and Zoey and Mira quickly rush to her side, while four more demons emerge from a crack in the ceiling.

"Rumi! It's not real, it's not really Jinu!"

Zoey grunts as three of her shin-kal pierce a demon's throat.

"Rumi! Get up!"

"They know what you are, Rumi. Your secret has been revealed, your marks are shining—"

The Jinu demon smirks as he moves closer, and Mira strikes him in the calf with her gok-do, causing him to stumble back a few steps.

"Don't you dare touch her."

Her eyes burn with fire, her hands clenching the gok-do with such force and rage that her knuckles turn white.

In the chaos, you finally regain consciousness. The demons have almost tripled in number in the room, and your eyes immediately fall on the hyperventilating figure of one of your girls. With a grunt, you stand up, make the shuriken reappear in your right hand, and start killing as many demons as possible—considering your current aim, very few—in a desperate attempt to reach Rumi before the situation worsens.

Mira and Zoey glance at you briefly before returning to the fight. They are concerned but unable to assist you at this moment.

You collapse to your knees in front of the purple-haired girl, ignoring the throbbing in your head as you gently caress her cheeks.

"Rumi, my love, look at me."

She doesn't answer you, she doesn't even look at you; her chest rises and falls at an alarming rate and your heart sinks at the sight. A demon approaches and you barely have time to strike him, a second before he hits you. Out of the corner of her eye, Mira notices two of your shuriken missing their target, and her stomach clenches. You never miss your target, never, under any circumstances. Something is wrong.

"Rumi, it's okay, Jinu is free, it's not your fault. We love you, we know about your marks, and we love you. Love, please, breathe with me."

You grab one of her hands and bring it to your chest, deliberately exaggerating your breathing to get the other girl to follow suit.

"Breathe, love, breathe; that's it, good girl."

You hold her in your arms, she's still shaking, but now the broken gasps she was making a few seconds ago are deeper and less raspy. That's enough for now.

"It's okay, it's okay, we love you, all of you. There's not a single part of you that we don't love, Rumi."

Your girlfriend clings to your arm, holding on to it as if it were her anchor, and in that fleeting moment you notice a demon running towards you. Mira and Zoey notice it too, but they are too far away to reach you.

"Rumi, watch out!"

You scream, pushing her out of the way. You summon two shuriken but miss the target, summon two more but your vision blurs; you don't see it coming, you don't even hear it. You can barely hear the muffled screams of Mira, Zoey, Rumi... The demon hits you with a dull thud on the back of your head and the world explodes into a painful red and white blur, like a camera flash projected inside your skull.

You stagger forward, then backward, your knees buckling like wet paper under your weight, the shuriken slipping from your hands and falling to the floor.

A high-pitched buzzing whistles in your ears. The lights become blurred, overlapping. You bend forward, one hand on your head and the other desperately searching for something to hold on to. But there is only air, and you fall. The floor welcomes you with unexpected violence, and the moment your temple hits the marble, you lose consciousness.

"Shit, shit, shit. Y/n!" Zoey screams, turning around for just a second before a demon attacks her, forcing her to look away from you.

"Rumi! Rumi, you have to take care of her, we'll take care of the demons."

The purple-haired girl hurries over, takes your face in her hands, and brushes the sweat from your forehead.

"Y/n, love, love, wake up, you have to wake up."

Her slender fingers frantically slide over your wrist, searching for a pulse. Then she lifts your eyelids, checking the responsiveness of your pupils. Her fingers tremble, her chest hurts, the consequences of the panic attack are taking their toll.

Meanwhile, the room has become a Dantean circle, filled with demonic screams and sliced flesh, turned to dust. Zoey advances like a bullet, using her concern for you as a trigger, the shin-kal are like liquid tentacles that tear and divide the demons. Next to her, Mira moves with awkward and brutal elegance: a gok-do strike, a sharp blow, a growl—on her part, of course—and another demon implodes under her weapon.

Rumi remains kneeling, her eyes unable to tear themselves away from your unconscious form, her hands wandering over your body, tears streaming down her face.

"Love, wake up."

The purple-haired girl leans over you and rubs her knuckles hard on your sternum; Celine had taught you that this technique was one of the fastest ways to revive an unconscious person. A small moan escapes your lips as you blink, trying to focus your vision.

For a single, terrible moment, you don't remember where you are, but then a glance at Rumi's worried, tear-stained face and the sound of Mira and Zoey's weapons cutting through the air in the room bring you back to reality.

"The demons! We, I..."

You try to get up, or at least sit up, but Rumi shakes her head, her eyes wide as she pushes her hands against your chest to keep you lying on the floor.

"No! No, don't try that, take it easy. You have a concussion and I still have to check your head."

Her voice trembles, tears still streaming down her cheeks, and despite the pain in your head, you sit up and hug her.

"You did well, love, everything's fine, breathe okay? Keep breathing for me."

You glance at Mira and Zoey and realize they won't make it on their own.

"Rumi, hey, listen to me; I have to help them, you sing, repair the crack."

You caress her cheek, smile at her, and then slowly approach her, leaving a sweet kiss on her lips before summoning your shuriken, joining your other two companions.

You grit your teeth and ignore the pain, praying that your body will hold out a little longer before finally giving way.

I don't think you're ready for the takedown

"Zoey, get down!"

One of your shuriken sticks into the throat of the demon that was about to attack the lyricist from behind and dissolves it into dust.

"Y/n! You should rest, sweetheart, don't stay here fighting."

Zoey approaches you, killing another demon and watching you do the same.

"You needed help, Rumi..."

Break you into pieces in a world of pain, 'cause you're all the same

You exchange glances, you don't need to speak. You both know you'll have to talk to her once this is all over.

Yeah, it's a takedown

"Y/n!" Mira quickly approaches you, and her relieved gaze rests on you, "you should-"

"...Rest, I know, I know. But I'm having so much fun killing these assholes."

You smile playfully as another of your shuriken sends the last demon in the room to the other world.

A demon with no feelings, don't deserve to live, it's so obvious

"Thankfully they're gone, I was getting tired."

Mira snorts, rolling her eyes, and makes her gok-do disappear with a wave of her hand. You and Zoey do the same with your weapons, and then all three of you turn to Rumi. She is still kneeling on the ground. She is out of breath from singing and most likely as a result of her earlier panic attack.

You nod to them, miming "go to her" with your lips.

"Hey sweetie, how are you feeling?"

Zoey sits down beside her, stroking her arm and trying to catch her eye, and Mira does the same; she sits down behind her and hugs her, resting her chin on her right shoulder.

"I-I'm fine, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I-it's my fault, I shouldn't have let-."

"Rumi, hey, hey, it's okay. It's not your fault, sweetie, it's not your fault."

You say and take a step towards them, focusing solely on changing your sweet and innocent Rumi's mind. A wave of dizziness hits you and the pain intensifies rapidly.

Without the hand that was supporting you against the wall, the only reason your body hasn't collapsed to the ground until now, your legs give way and your vision blurs. Your knees hit the floor, and your head would have too if it weren't for Zoey's lightning-fast reflexes.

"Y/N!"

Their cries are muffled sounds, as if you were underwater; you're not completely unconscious, but you're not fully aware of what's going on around you either.

"Honey, honey, wake up."

Zoey shakes you by the shoulders, her lips trembling as she struggles not to cry. You are pale, your chest rising and falling too slowly for her liking, and the terrified look on Mira's face tells her that the situation is serious.

"Zoey, Zoey, you have to be gentle. Check her head, see if she has any bumps, okay?"

The redhead is still holding the purple-haired girl in her arms, preventing her from falling apart and blaming herself for what happened. That's the last thing she needs right now.

The rapper's hands wander through your hair, finding not one but two bumps, one of which is bleeding.

"Damn, she's bleeding, shit,"

Zoey mutters, then tears off a piece of her uniform and presses it against the cut on your head.

"M-Mira... she'll be okay, right?"

Rumi whispers, clinging to the older girl, and Mira can only nod, hugging her a little tighter as she prays to the gods that she's not lying.

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After the girls brought you back to your apartment, you spent hours drifting in and out of consciousness. The first time you woke up, it wasn't a pleasant awakening. In fact, you woke up because Mira shook you until you opened your eyes.

"Y/n, you can't sleep, love, come on..."

A small moan escaped your lips, tears forming in the corners of your eyes without you being able to stop them.

"What... Mira, what?"

"You hit your head, love, do you remember?"

The second time you woke up, two hours later, it was because of a painful massage on your sternum, which you tried to free yourself from by unconsciously summoning your shuriken.

"Woah tiger, take it easy with those."

Mira had snatched them from your hands and thrown them across the room. You looked up and saw the culprit behind that painful massage.

"Rumi, stop, stop, my head hurts... I just want to sleep."

"It'll pass, sweetheart, it'll pass."

You whimpered, and Rumi held back a sob, leaning over you to kiss your forehead. Then she, Mira, and Zoey exchanged worried glances before you fell unconscious again.

The third time you woke up, it was because of a loud conversation that had disturbed your sleep.

"We have to take her to the hospital, she needs a CT scan."

"She's so stubborn... she won't let us take her to the hospital." Mira shook her head, glancing quickly at you.

"I know, damn it, but she can't stay awake for more than five minutes. We have to do something. She took a bad blow, and if she has a brain hemorrhage and we don't notice it in time..."

"I'm fine," you muttered, rubbing your eyes, "Celine..."

"We don't talk to Celine anymore, love. Remember?" Zoey said, and you looked at her confusedly before throwing up the contents of your stomach onto the floor.

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After seven hours of intermittent wakefulness, you regain consciousness. Slowly. You blink, move your arms and find them sore, before noticing the same in your legs. You look around, there is no one in the room and the only noise is the traffic of Seoul in the background. You sit up slowly and then swing your legs out of bed. As soon as your feet touch the floor, a chill runs down your spine.

"What are you thinking of doing? Don't even try it."

Mira's hands push you back onto your back and you snort.

"I feel better, love."

"Yeah, well... we haven't slept for 10 hours to make sure you don't have a fucking brain hemorrhage, that your chest is still rising, so stay the fuck still."

You sigh, abandoning all attempts to escape. You look at Mira, her shoulders tense, dark circles under her eyes, and the look of a caged tiger expecting someone to hurt her at any moment.

"Mira?"

"Mm."

"Love, look at me."

You manage to grab her hand, tugging it slightly to force her to look at you.

"I'm fine, Mira, I'm fine. Sure, it feels like someone played football with my head, but I'm here, I'm talking to you."

Mira remains silent for a few moments, her breathing still too rapid, her heart pounding beneath her skin. But finally, she lets out a long sigh and sits down on the edge of the bed, next to you. Her fingers brush your cheek and then intertwine with yours.

She can't take her eyes off you, as if to make sure you're really there, really alive.

You hear a rustle and the door to the room opens slightly, creaking.

Zoey enters first, her hair messy and still wearing her crew sweatshirt. She looks different—more vulnerable, as if she had been forced to look too closely at what she wasn't ready to lose. Behind her, Rumi tiptoes in. She is wearing a loose-fitting T-shirt and her bare legs are shaking; her hair is not tied back in her usual braid but loose and damp on her shoulders.

"Is she awake?" Zoey asks, turning to Mira. Her voice is little more than a whisper as they both approach the bed.

"Present, more or less."

You smile, raising your hand playfully, and before you can put it down, Zoey screams and jumps on you.

"Zoey! Take it easy."

"It's okay, Mira," you chuckle, hugging the girl in your arms and kissing her shoulders as you hold her close.

"You had us so worried, you were awake intermittently, you almost choked on your vomit, and you couldn't remember anything, not even Celine and-"

"Zo, breathe, it's okay, I'm here now. I'm sorry I scared you."

You feel your shirt starting to get wet and realize that Zoey is crying.

"Don't ever do that again. Google says you could have had a seizure and I searched in the forum that—"

"Zoey, sweetheart, we've already talked about this. When you're scared, you're not allowed to look it up on Google, you know that."

"I know, I know, but..." Zoey's voice trembles, as does her body in your arms, "...but you were there, motionless, and you weren't reacting. You weren't breathing properly, y/n. I didn't know what to do. And I—

Zoey stops abruptly. Her voice cracks and her fingers cling to your arm as if she's afraid you might disappear again. Mira strokes her back with a slow hand, but doesn't speak. There's no need.

Then Rumi approaches. Tiny steps, almost trembling. Her hands clenched around the hem of her shirt, her knuckles white with tension.

"Can... can I come too?" she asks in a whisper.

You don't answer. You just reach out your arm toward her, slowly but surely, and Rumi doesn't hesitate any longer: she joins you and crouches down next to you, between you and Mira, resting her face against your shoulder and hugging you gently. Her fingers touch your skin as if she's afraid of breaking you.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, it's my fault, I..."

Her voice trembles, her chin brushing your chest. You hug her tighter, one hand on the back of her neck, a light kiss in her hair.

"Rumi, love, hey... Do we ever apologize when one of us has a nightmare or an anxiety attack? You brought me back. You were brave."

"No... I'm not. I froze. I let them attack you. They used her face and I... I couldn't react."

Mira, who hadn't said anything until then, leans forward and gently takes her chin, forcing her to look her in the eyes.

"Despite everything, you kept fighting, Rumi. That's courage."

Zoey nods, tears still hanging on her eyelashes.

"Exactly. And then you calmed us all down. You sing, Ru. You keep us together. You're our anchor."

Rumi doesn't answer. She just nods, rubbing her nose against your shirt before letting herself go completely. Mira pulls her close, and Zoey hugs you from behind, her arms around your waist. You find yourselves like this: a knot of intertwined bodies on the bed, tired, bruised, still trembling but united. Your heartbeats slowly synchronize. The silence is no longer empty, but filled with your shared breathing.

You close your eyes, just for a second, a twinge in your temple forcing you to do so, and when you open them again, you find Zoey watching you.

"Do you know what scared me the most?" she asks softly, her voice barely vibrating as she looks at you worriedly. You shake your head slowly, your mouth dry, the twinge still throbbing behind your left eye.

Zoey takes a breath, lowers her gaze for a moment, then raises it again.

"That you didn't remember Celine. That... you weren't you anymore. As if something had erased you. As if... we had lost you before we even really lost you."

A heavy silence falls over all of you, like a shroud. Rumi hugs you tighter, and Mira does the same. You swallow.

"Celine raised us," more out of habit than conviction. "She taught us everything. She taught us how to survive, but—"

"Not how to live. Not how to love. Not like this." Mira whispers. The words come out slowly but firmly. "We've moved on. In every way. And now we can stop looking back."

Rumi sniffs, then speaks in a whisper:

"So we can stop being afraid of who we are?"

"Yes, Ru. We can," you murmur. "We are the Huntrix. We are real. It's the four of us."

Zoey smiles through her tears, reaches out and intertwines her hand with yours. Mira does the same with Rumi's. You stay like that for a few minutes, your fingers intertwined like broken rings that finally fit together.

Then Rumi yawns softly, almost shyly.

"I feel... exhausted."

"We're all exhausted," Mira murmurs, pulling her close.

You cuddle up, but not before Rumj checks your pulse and Mira checks her blood pressure.

"I think that's enough."

"You gave us a heart attack, so now you're going to get checked out and you're not complaining. Got it?"

You smile slightly, shaking your head in exasperation. Then you reach over to the redhead and kiss her on the shoulder. Mira stops, her fingers pressed against your wrist, and looks at you. They finish checking you and then lie down beside you.

"I love you," says the redhead, pressing a kiss on your lips.

"I love you more," adds Zoey.

"I love you most of all," murmurs Rumi, already half asleep in your arms.

And in that small, warm room, filled with silence and unspoken words, four hearts beat as one.

Four hunters. Four idols. Four souls.

One Honmoon.

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Rumi is… conflicted to say the least.

She was born with markings she had to hide, marks she didn't want. And there you were.

Your body, a canvas. Your marks, your choice.

It was almost enough to make Rumi envious of you, maybe part of her was a first.

And at first, you thought she hated you for hiding the fact that you had tattoos. The behavior of an Idol was ingrained into her very core, so anything that wouldn’t be okay for an Idol wasn’t okay with her.

Then you noticed her staring a little longer.

Lingering, but not out of judgment. Something you dared to call intrigue, fascination even.

And then one day, while Zoey and Mira were out shopping or doing whatever, you and Rumi sat in the kitchen. You were making some rice cakes in a tank top, Rumi watching from the island in the middle of the kitchen.

Suddenly asking, “Did they hurt?”

You looked over your shoulder, only saying, “Depends on where.” Guessing she was talking about you tattoos.

Now, Rumi was a tattoo virgin (to no one’s surprise), so what she learned about tattoos was typically through social media. Which wasn’t very educational.

And thanks to you, now Zoey, who had been obsessing over tattoos as her new hyper-fixation the last few days.

“So what? The arm hurts more than the leg? That’s it?” You chuckled at her questions.

“In extremely simplified terms, yes. The arm is the least painful spot, actually. But whether you get it here,” You pointed to your forearm, “Or here,” You raise your arm, flexing your bicep to point out your triceps. “Can make the difference for some wimps.”

“Oh.” Was all Rumi said as she admired the tattoo and the muscles it adorned. All while you go back to making tteok.

Once they defeated Gwi-Ma, and you two got romantically involved, through more than a small effort on Zoey’s and Mira’s part, when you cuddled, you two often traced over each other's marks/tattoos.

You smirked when her marks lit up under your touch, part of you wishing your own tattoos did that. Rumi blushed when you told her this little fact, and also mentioned how adorable she is.

Although Rumi easily got back at you when she found out a little bit of your tattoos were layered over some ticklish spots for you. Robbing you of the high ground you had to tease her with.

One night, when kissing the marks on her shoulders as you spooned her, you asked, “Ever thought about getting some ink?”

She mumbled tiredly, “We have ink, it’s in the study we never use.”

Rolling your eyes, you said, “You little dork.” Kissing her neck as you try to rouse her a little, now genuinely curious. “I mean, would you ever consider getting a tattoo?”

Not hearing a response from her, you just assume she fell asleep, but a moment later she says, “I don’t know. I’m still getting used to my marks. Maybe- Nevermind, let’s just get some sleep.”

You turned her on her back, straddling her waist. “No, tell me. You’re not going to leave me on a cliffhanger.”

Rumi gave you a soft glare, trying to turn away as she blushed, “It’s not that important.”

You just blinked at her, saying, “It is to me.” As if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Oh my god, I want to marry you.

Was the only thought in Rumi’s head as she looked at you like a deer in headlights. She shook her head, her tiredness getting to her.

“Come on, tell me… pleeeeeease?” You gave a crooked smile and tilted your head ever so slightly. Taking notes from Derpy’s book and turning the charm up to 10 as Rumi when silent.

Rumi felt her blush deepen on her cheeks as it also went to her ears.

“Fine.” She mumbled, just wanting to get you off of her, but you didn’t move.

So she huffed, mumbling, “If I ever get a tattoo, I want us to have a matching thing or something. Happy?”

Now it’s your turn to be a deer in headlights, blushing much like Rumi, but it spreads to your neck instead.

Rumi, looking at you confused, “What? Do you not want that?” Asking nervously.

“Um…” You tried to gather your words, but your mouth moved while your voice stayed caught in your throat. “I…”

Rumi’s nervousness and avoidant eye contact brought you back to reality. Un-straddling her so both of you could think, you lay back down mumbling, “I’d like that. A lot, actually.”

Rumi turned over in surprise, “Really?” You nodded, feeling your blush fade, but it was still there.

Without hesitation, she kissed you, passionately. One thing was for certain: neither of you was going to sleep for a little while.

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Mira and Zoey were coming from the bathhouse, umbrella in hand, as you had made a few grocery stops, meeting them in the lift. An unlikely downpour actually happened based on the weather reports.

In the elevator up with them to the penthouse, you shrugged off your jacket, planning to carry it in your arms as it was soaked from the rain, as was your undershirt, not being able to protect yourself from the rain with an armful of groceries. Your shirt was sticking to your muscles.

Now having Mira’s and Zoey’s full attention, you stood in a bad mood, waiting to reach the penthouse and get a clean change of clothes, forgetting they’d never seen your tattoos before.

When Mira first met you, you were quite attractive to her. Well-built, defined muscles from the training and workouts you did.

At least from what little she could see, with a nice suit adorning your body. A 10 out of 10 for her, if you will.

And then she found out you had tattoos.

Originally, you thought you were seeing things when popcorn was coming out of Mira’s eyes, and downright hallucinating when you saw the blush that accompanied her features.

Then Zoey got a bowl out of thin air, collecting some as she watched and admired you as well.

All you could do was say, “Um…” Then the lift door opened, you stepped out, and got into the penthouse first.

Seeing Rumi on the couch, you asked her, hoping for a voice of reason, “What’s happening right now?”

Mira and Zoey are still following you in their own trance. The only reply you got was stunned silence.

Leaving the groceries on the counter, turning to go into your room, you ignored the trio, thinking you were dreaming or something.

Mira, being the most alternative out of the three, you were surprised to feel her analytic gaze the most, as if committing every ink line to memory when available to her. If you hadn’t known any better, you’d guess it was more judgmental than anything.

You found out why when you had seen her leave her fashion sketches on the coffee table, blushing when you saw a figure you could only describe as well… you, in clothes that complemented your tattoos, some even following the lines of your skin onto the fabric as some sort of illusion.

Leaving the sketches untouched, you couldn’t stop thinking about them.

You suppose it was a silent compliment in a way, she had found them beautiful enough to sketch the details of them. Having to stop yourself from blushing on occasion.

No, Mira couldn’t be into you. She was just appreciating art as an artist herself.

Each time you saw her, you thought back to the sketches, until… wait… remembering the handful of sketches she had sprawled out, almost comparing them, why did all of them show off your abs…?

Mira had also made a point on all of the shopping trips they made, you’d carry basically all of the bags. You didn’t mind as you normally did this anyway, but you found it odd how insistent they were about it when you were wearing a tight-fitting long-sleeved shirt.

Rumi just rolled her eyes a little when she caught on to Mira's plan while Zoey didn’t complain one bit as she also reaped the rewards of this.

Most of the time when you weren’t paying attention, Mira was also taking pictures… quite a few pictures, actually. Mira just kept telling herself, it’s for an art study piece for tattoos.

Yeah, that’s what it was, and it’s what she’d tell herself and Zoey or Rumi if they ever questioned her about it.

The photos were just references for her sketches and fashion designs later. That’s all.

And then Zoey caught a glimpse of Mira sketching you sleeping during movie night when your tattoos weren’t even visible.

“Just admit it, Mira. You think Y/n is h-o-t.” Zoey smiled wickedly after she spelled out hot, thinking she had caught Mira. Finally.

Mira, not missing a beat, says, “Sorry, I want to draw a different body type that isn’t 90% legs and not a pencil-thin waist.” With a hint of sarcasm in her voice, with a small smirk.

Zoey threw her head back, groaning silently, focusing back on the movie.

Mumbling, “So close.”

Mira’s smirk dropped, glancing over to you, not moving her head so it wasn’t obvious for Zoey. Looking at you, taking in every detail.

Maybe you were attractive… okay, fine, you are very attractive.

Over the next few days, Mira… oh god, she’s hopeless.

Her idea of flirting is stopping a moment of her sketching and saying, “Your tattoo on your arm is very asymmetrical.”

“The designs are clean and cohesive.”

“Did you purposefully make it so your tattoo moves like that when you flex?”

When all your responses were “ums” and brief answers, Mira was starting to think you weren’t interested. If it weren’t for Zoey’s and Rumi’s face-palming, she wouldn’t have guessed otherwise.

Because of this, Mira, not willingly, now has the help of Zoey and Rumi.

Eventually, Mira and you started hanging out without the other girls, sharing tastes and style. Even showing Mira any future work you have planned for your body.

One night, you lay on Mira’s bed, your shirt off as Mira straddled your waist. Scrolling your phone as you feel Mira continue to draw on your back with a tattoo pen.

“Stop moving.” Mira chastises you a little as she goes over a particularly ticklish area under your ribs near your spine, making you hold in a giggle, making it seem like you were shivering. “It’s just a pen.”

“It’s… ti-tickling… m-me.” You tried to stop the laugh from bubbling up, but failed, Mira pulling the marker away from your back just in time.

“Big baby.” You could hear her smirk in her teasing words.

You just huffed, “Are you almost done anyway?”

“If you stopped moving, I would have been done hours ago.” You looked over your shoulder, giving her a playful glare.

“You’ve only been drawing on me for two hours.” You mumbled, looking at the time as you felt the marker on your back again.

“That’s besides the point.” Mira almost mumbled, speaking softly. You smiled, sighing as you felt her go for another minute or two before hearing her cap the pen. “And done.”

You got up, turning to see the temporary tattoo in the full-length mirror. Line-work for a traditional Japanese dragon was laid out on your back, “Damn. Are you sure you weren’t a tattoo artist in a past life?”

“Glad you like it.”

You took a picture with your phone, saying, “Maybe I should just invest in a good tattoo machine and have you do everything.”

Mira smirked, chuckling a little, “Okay, now you’re pushing it.”

“I’m serious, I think I’ll be disappointed if I actually do get this tattoo done and it ends up being anything else.” You say with your own crooked smile.

Picking up the pen, you said, “Okay, your turn.”

Mira just raised her brow, taking off her shirt, lying on her bed while keeping on her bra. Same as she did, you straddled her waist, about to ask what she wanted, when Zoey came into Mira’s room.

Looking at her phone, she asked, “Okay, I know Y/n normally makes dinner, but Rumi and I were craving takeout. Y/n is also M.I.A., so there’s that. We wanted to do sushi, well, Rumi wants sushi…”

You and Mira look at each other, both topless. Trying to get the ignorant girl’s attention, you softly say her name, “Zoey…”

“Oh hey, Y/n,” Zoey said, barely glancing up from the screen.

“But I’ve been craving something American. Maybe you and Y/n could be a tie-” Mira nearly face-palmed herself then and there as Zoey continued unfazed.

Zoey slowly looked up from her phone a second time, “OhMyGod, ImSoSorry, YourBothPracticallyNude-” Zoey said quickly, backing against the door, trying to walk out without turning around.

“C-carry on.” Zoey stammered, speeding out of the room, cheeks as red as can be.

You burst out laughing, knowing Zoey thought something else was going on. Mira cursed herself even as she found the predicament funny, too.

Then you both heard bickering on the other side of the door, not that Rumi and Zoey were listening in, but Zoey felt the need to immediately share her experience with Rumi, even though Rumi was almost falling asleep as she skipped her nap earlier.

“What do you mean they’re doing it?” You could hear Zoey’s blush from here.

“You know what I mean, I mean they’re doing it.”

“No, we're not Zoey!” Mira said, groaning while dragging one hand down her face.

“You’re both naked!” Zoey argued. You groaned, getting off Mira.

Opening the door, hearing Zoey make an “EEP!” sound, you turned around, showing off Mira’s line-work.

“This is why, and don’t worry, I have pants on, Zoey. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a girlfriend to tattoo.” Not waiting for a response, you closed the door, making sure to lock it.

“You know you didn’t have to do that,” Mira stated.

You shrugged your shoulders. “No big deal.” Popping open the cap on the pen, “Now, where were we?”

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Zoey doesn’t even care about tattoos and their stereotypes; the moment she sees you have them, she's obsessed.

In fact, if it weren’t so bad for Idols and their image, you’re positive that she would have asked for matching ones.

And she’d definitely insist you stop covering with long-sleeves since you always cover them around any Huntrix member, not wanting to affect their reputations somehow.

Cue you accidentally admitting that is 90% of your wardrobe.

Next thing you know Zoey is sending a GIF to the group chat of the meme, “Get in, bitches. We’re going shopping.”

On said shopping trip, you wore your medical mask and sunglasses to conceal your face, not wanting anyone to guess who you were.

You were subject to the girls, many Zoey, shoving something into your arms and pushing you in the direction of the nearest changing room.

Settling at a small bakery, Zoey casually mentions, “Maybe we should buy our own tattoo machine and tattoo each other.”

In unison, you, Rumi, and Mira said, “No.”

Once you were done for the day, you were exhausted, carrying bags for yourself but also the other girls. Flopping onto your bed, your phone started buzzing every few seconds.

“What on earth…?” You ask as you see a dozen messages from Zoey. Asking several things about your tattoos, sending you Pinterest boards for inspiration, with an emphasis on turtle-inspired tattoos.

“Zoooooey.” You groaned, a small smile appearing on your face anyway as a few of the tattoos were nicely done.

Over the next few days, you got the breadcrumbs of Zoey’s train of thought as she sent you things.

You could honestly say it was cute, even rolling your eyes fondly as she sent you gimmicks or other weird tattoo things until she started to find the ‘gone wrong’ tattoo posts and people who had blurred the line between body modification and mutilation, like the black alien project.

Like you, Zoey believed everyone should have bodily autonomy over themselves, but removing ears, noses, and other things where she started to second-guess somethings, and not in a good way.

Leaving you with a human ball of anxiety, worried that you’d go to that degree as you hid your tattoos.

Because classic Zoey rationality deemed it so.

After a few minutes of you shooting down almost every point she made, she finally believed you. Also, only after you promised to check in with her before and after every tattoo session you had.

And you thought that smoothed out every new development caused by Zoey finding out you had tattoos.

Little did you know when you were passed out after an exhausting day, Zoey had bought a pack of temporary stickers and was now using your blank skin as a canvas. Taking her time to curate the turtles that now looked like they were swimming around your actual tattoos.

Having gone to sleep herself, you woke up and went to the bathroom. Pausing at the mirror for a second to see if something was different.

“Zoooooeeey…” You said, exasperated as you whined a little, seeing the dozens of temporary tattoos.

Getting on with your shower, trying not to irritate the temp tattoos too much, as you know that would disappoint Zoey.

After drying and getting dressed, you headed to the kitchen, seeing Zoey practically bouncing on a bar-stool. Smiling gently, you walk into the kitchen, starting the coffee maker.

“Sooo…?” Zoey asked hopefully.

You just turned around, raising a brow, mimicking her, “Sooo…?”

“Do you like them?”

“Like what?” You teased her by faking innocence.

Zoey groaned, “The temporary tattoos!” Still waiting for your response.

“The tempo- Oh, funny, I didn’t notice those.” You looked at your arm, teasing Zoey even more.

Looking back up at her, you see her pouting. Gently huffing, you say, “Yes, I like them.”

Zoey's smile grew to a cartoon-ish extent, but before she could say anything, you said, “But I am not getting real tattoos to replace them.”

Zoey pouted a bit, seeing you unmoving in your resolve, she sighed, “Fine.”

Focusing on her bowl of cereal, about to pour milk into the bowl. You stopped her, grabbing the carton.

“It’s Sunday. Let’s have an all-American big breakfast. Rumi and Mira can join too.”

Zoey was back to looking like a kid in the candy shop as you moved around the kitchen to make good on your promise.

After an hour, you had a sample plate of bacon, sausage, eggs, small pancakes and waffles, hash browns, donuts, a few biscuits, and some cinnamon rolls. Knowing the girls would probably have leftovers, but you wanted them to have options.

Being woken up by the smell of food and soft clattering in the kitchen, Rumi and Mira emerged from their respective rooms. Rumi’s eyes fell on the food, looking shocked but also hungry. While Mira’s gaze found you first.

“Whoa,” Mira said while Zoey and Rumi were preoccupied with the food.

You pointed a spatula at her, “Not another word.” Knowing she had seen the temporary tattoos, Mira put up her hands in surrender, focusing on the food like the other two.

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Rumi, Mira, and Zoey [Polytr/x] never knew you had tattoos and were flabbergasted when they first saw them.

As expected, Mira just thought you were twice as hot as before. So did Zoey and Rumi, but they were just a tad bit better at hiding it. 

And when Zoey walked in on you two tattooing each other with a pen, she did misread the situation, but she and Rumi were almost sulking as they’d been left out. A little less hurt when they saw how innocent your activity was. 

You and Mira still promised to make it up to both of them.

Zoey does a deep dive into a new tattoo obsession and ends up scaring herself, needing you, Rumi, and Mira to comfort her. Raising your brow, as barely an hour later, the group chat had received a list from Zoey about date ideas involving tattoos.

And Rumi was now positive she was going to have a future with you, but she still had to defeat Gwi-ma.

Looking at you in amazement as you still kissed her patterns with love even after she told you they were demon patterns.

Even as she felt guilty for not telling you about demon hunters, as that wasn’t just her secret to tell.

You traced her patterns; somehow, your touch was more tender than before.

After defeating Gwi-ma, she’s falling in love with the idea more and more that she'll have a future with you, Mira, and Zoey.

And on a small Huntrix hiatus, you, Mira, Zoey, and Rumi are all sitting in Mira’s room, Zoey applying temporary turtle tattoos to herself while you help Mira map out a temporary piece with a tattoo pen. Rumi watched in silence as her gaze often drifted to her patterns.

“Oh, now look who’s laughing, you big baby.” You jokingly told Mira as she briefly shivered as the wet tattoo pen went over sensitive skin. Smirking as you got back for when she did your back piece.

“You’re doing that on purpose, aren’t you?” Mira accused, still lying down, as you draw around her flat abdomen.

Then Zoey interrupted, “Come on, stop flirting, I want Y/n/n to draw fluorescent and iridescent waves on me next, and you guys are taking foreveeeeeeeeer.” You all just chuckled at Zoey’s impatience.

Taking a moment, you suggest, “I mean, Rumi’s hands are looking pretty free right now.” You turned to Rumi, teasing her, “Unless you think your artistry can’t compete.”

Rumi seemed to break out of the trance she was in. Looking a little confused, until she spotted Zoey looking hopeful while holding two bottles of body paint. “I’ll help.”

You and Mira looked at each other while Zoey just celebrated as she didn’t have to wait any longer. An unspoken conversation that simply conveyed, 'We need to watch her.'

Going back to detailing Mira’s stomach, you just listen while Mira moves a little to get visual cues from Rumi. Trying not to be obvious.

Everything seemed to be going fine, thinking you and Mira were worried over nothing, when Zoey suggested it was Rumi’s turn to get a fake tattoo.

“Um… just… I… give me a minute.” Rumi said, hurrying out of the room.

All three of you looked at each other. Zoey asked, “Did I say something wrong?”

You shook your head, “No.”

Thinking back to how Zoey and Mira only recently learned about Rumi’s patterns. “Maybe she’s still uncomfortable with her patterns.”

Zoey looked sad and worried, “But we love her. All of Rumi.”

Mira said, “We know that, but maybe Rumi is still accepting it.”

You grabbed the two bottles of body paint Zoey had next to her, the fluorescent and Iridescent paint. Shaking and catching the bottles. You smiled, “I’ve got an idea.”

After looking at Mira’s photo collection of Rumi with her patterns visible, you, Zoey, and Mira worked on each other’s bodies. Going over each other's fake and real tattoos, mixing both of the paints. 

Smirking just a few minutes later, Zoey turned off the lights, the fake patterns making a soft magenta glow.

Squinting when the lights came back on, you crossed your arms, Mira and Zoey in patterns. Looking surprised when Zoey’s phone flashed, saving the memory.

Whipping off the ones on your face temporarily, you said, “I'll get Rumi.”

You pointed at Zoey, “Don’t post that yet, Zo.” Zoey just smiled innocently and blushed. You turned to the door, about to leave, “On second thought,” You saw Zoey about to hit the post button, “Mira, a little help.”

Without a second thought, Mira grabbed Zoey’s phone, holding it above the girl's head, “Way ahead of you, Y/n/n.”

“Heyyyy!” Zoey whined, trying to jump for her phone.

You just smiled, heading to Rumi’s room.

Knocking softly on the door, you make sure the bathrobe you snagged covers all of your body, keeping up the surprise of the shiny purple patterns underneath.

After hearing a small sniffle, you soften, seeing Rumi barely crack open the door. Whispering, “Hey, I wanted to check up on you after giving you some time.”

Rumi looked through the small opening, opening it more. It wasn’t terribly obvious she was crying, but she did look upset. 

Rumi rubbed her eyes, pretending to be sleepy, “Yeah, I’m just cranky, I guess. Not enough sleep last night.”

You smiled, “Okay. If you insist. Maybe we can all cuddle later, but I have something to show you first.”

Rumi looked at you, surprised, looking down at the hand you held out. She took it, letting you lead her to Mira’s room.

Opening the door led to a scene neither you nor Rumi had expected. Zoey had made Mira her personal climbing gym, trying to get the phone back.

You cleared your throat, making the girls freeze. Pinching the bridge of your nose when Zoey and even Mira had given you a sheepish grin in return.

“I… I don’t… understand… what’s going on?” Rumi asks, taking a minute as she sees paint on Mira’s and Zoey’s bodies mimicking her patterns. You get a brush and start reapplying the patterns on Rumi’s face onto yours.

Zoey started, “Well,” glancing over at Mira, who continued,

“Zoey’s little date idea for this tattoo party was to…” You finish as the patterns on her face were easy to replicate, “tattoo stuff that we loved.”

Undoing the robe, you let it drop to your feet, showing you had done the same thing to your body, only being covered by shorts.

“And we love you, Rumi. Every single part of you.” You said softly.

All three of you moved closer to Rumi until you had your hand on her shoulder, seeing her eyes tearing up. Mira and Zoey were standing in front of her, almost waiting for permission to touch her.

Rumi turned to you and put her head into your neck, as she started crying. You held her, nodding for Mira and Zoey to join. Within seconds, Rumi was engulfed in a group hug as her body gently shook and her cries got heavier, turning into sobs.

We stayed like this for a few minutes, then we heard Rumi’s cries dissolve to whimpers, and then suddenly, you, Mira, and Zoey were the only things holding her up. Carefully backing up, you picked her up, carrying her to bed, the other two joining you.

Mira uses a remote to turn off the lights in the room, making all of you glance at Rumi’s sleeping form as her patterns still glow softly.

Mira whispered, “So you weren’t exaggerating about her being a glow-stick.” Making you chuckle as you remember the debate while you were tattooing patterns onto each other.

“It’s cute if you ask me,” Zoey whispered.

“You think everything is cute,” You teased Zoey, then glanced over to the sleeping girl, “But yeah, it’s definitely adorable.”

“Rumi care day tomorrow?” Mira asked you two, knowing you all wanted to take care of Rumi. God knows she won’t like getting babied.

This is the funniest shit ever and no one can tell me otherwise bc you've got three ninja popstars and one perfectly normal human being who just really really loves K-Pop. And you all LOVE each other????? #holyfcknairball no one would believe you until you show full proof that yes you do in fact kiss those celebrities on the mouth! Every day actually! Unless they're on tour but still! Yes you are a girls only poly couple! You couldn't be happier!

Unfortunately bc of the fact that you're normal, you won't even know that the hot new boy band, Saja Boys, are all drawing people in via brainwashing to sacrifice your souls to a Demon King named Gwi-Ma that looks like an oversized wildfire. Said people includes you I fear 💔💔. Imagine you were out coincidentally and you got to witness their debut performance and you were so drawn to them!! Why wouldn't you be??

They hear your voice before they see you—right there, right near the front row, right in front of them.

"What's she doing here?" Mira hissed, though despite her tone, the concern was glaringly obvious.

"I think she wanted to buy something? She said about baking," Zoey answered, her own concern matching up with Mira as she bounced on the balls of her feet in an attempt to both alleviate her sudden restlessness and to see you from the crowd. "But-- But what if they try to grab her? [Y/N]'s at a very grabbable distance! And the worst thing is I won't even blame them—she's really grabbable in general!"

Zoey doesn't even finish before Rumi's weaving through the crowd in an attempt to reach you, "Either way, no one is getting grabbed, least of all our girlfriend."

When Rumi does reach you, she taps your shoulder to gain your attention. Without fail, you turn around and smile widely in recognition, "Ru-- Ahem, babe! Did you see how good this new band was? They're called the Saja Boys!"

"Yeah. I heard."

Usually, you would've noticed her sudden deadpan, but you were buzzing too much under your skin from the sudden excitement of this new debut so you barrelled on, "Maybe you and them'll even collab one day! Wouldn't that be awesome?!"

"Yeah, awesome, now c'mon, we need to get out of the crowd," she effortlessly twines her fingers in yours, which you reciprocate happily as you follow her while still going on about the Saja Boys. But when she dares to look back at the boy band, she noticed the black-haired demon in disguise's eyes on you.. and then on her, as if he knew very well what was going on.

When you finally get out of the crowd, you rejoin your other two loves of your life with a cheek kiss for Mira and then a squealing hug with Zoey.

Mira doesn't hesitate to ask as you and the shortest HUNTR/X member basically wrapped yourselves on each other, "Are you okay? They didn't do anything to you, did they?"

"Yeah, like, did they ever, I dunno.. suck your soul out or something?" Zoey asked, and then quietly winced as Mira and Rumi both signalled not to say anything with exaggerated expressions and hand gestures behind you.

You giggled at the line of questioning, "What? No? My soul definitely felt like it ascended while watching them, though! You guys are funny."

While you and Zoey were busy clinging onto each other, Rumi pulled Mira in to whisper to her, "They know."

"Know what?"

"That we're linked together in some way? That she's a normal human? I don't know, but they know and I don't want to risk her to find out. Do you?"

And their gazes drift to you as you spoke animatedly with Zoey, equally rambling to you and matching your energy in turn—probably both invested in the situation and also well-aware of the much-needed secret debriefing.

And Mira shook her head with furrowed brows, "Absolutely not."

"Good."

Whenever the girls are all "DON'T FALL FOR THEM" you're so confused bc like. Why?? What's up with them recently???? Ever since the Saja Boys popped up, they've been so weirdly pressed about them every time you brought them up. Like, sure, rivalry's one thing, but you've seen them with rivalries before!!!!! It's not like the Saja Boys have like killed people or smth lmfao it's okay the world's not gonna end if you stan them too (cue the scene with them and Bobby looking at the same city and seeing Two Completely Different Views)

Every time you're ever with them one way or another and the Saja Boys are around/involved they are LOCKING THE FUCK IN. Constantly trying to redirect your attention and theirs like "Do Not Look At Her" and if you ever get too close they'll be all "back the FUCK up actually". And whenever thry try to pull all that hypnotising shit on you they are DRAGGING YOU AWAY and kissing you until you run out of air and forget what you were even thinking about like a min ago 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

They're so much more attentive towards you, and during the two weeks of the Saja Boys being there, you are NOT allowed to be without at LEAST one of them. Why?? Ohhhh yk cuz they just really really miss you, that's all!!!!! They did just come out of a world tour so like they wanna be with you for as much as possible ahahahaha definitely bc the boy band you're fawning over rn are actually demons that want to consume your soul!!! Especially yours!!!!!! Bc they know you're special to them all ahahahahaahahahahahahaahahhaa

Oh but it'd be devastating if Mira and Zoey saw you with the crowd after Rumi's breakdown. Not only Bobby was brainwashed, but so are you, mindlessly following the masses. And as much as they want you to fight it, to remember, they can't even blame you or find the strength; they failed, Rumi hid she was part-demon the entire time, it's over

You'd be one of the people closest to Gwi-Ma's flames on purpose I think—a twisted way for Jinu to make your sacrifice quick and painless. But when Rumi and then Zoey and Mira both clock it? Absolutely the fuck not dude Gwi-Ma just made them even fucking MADDER

At the end of it they know they'll definitely have to explain everything to you, considering. From the Saja boys to Rumi explaining herself properly ALLLLL the way to how they're Hunters and what they do. But at the very least you're not dead thank GOD

"You guys know I don't actually know how to feel right now, right? Finding out that my girlfriends have been constantly getting into near-death experiences as, like, idol ninjas with magic weapons isn't really for the faint of heart—let alone finding out demons and supernatural whatevers are real."

The four of you migrated to Rumi's bed after that whole ordeal at the Tower, tired and exhausted and in need of a good cuddle pile. Right now, you and Rumi were cuddled up against each other, her patterns casting a soft glow on your skin, while Mira was spooning you with her tall frame and Zoey clung onto Rumi like a koala.

The trio had the decency to wince a little, and Mira spoke first in defence, "To be fair, we did get trained for, like, years not to give anything away, including our Hunter profession."

"And I'm your girlfriend," you sighed as your hand traced the jagged glowing lines across Rumi's skin, "I thought we weren't going to hide anything. No wonder sometimes you lot disappear without any explanation—this whole time, you've been.. slaying demons?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

You hummed.. before putting your attention on Rumi, "And you. You really think we were going to love you any less because of what you're mixed with?"

"Um. Kinda?" Rumi looked to the side, averting your gazes, "It's-- I was raised to think that I should be ashamed of it, that I need to hide. It's--"

"Why you always have a separate green room?"

"Why you don't go into the batthouse with us?"

Rumi nodded, though not without a flush on her cheeks, "..yeah."

Your gaze softened as you lightly bit your lip before cupping her face for a short but tender kiss, "You think that's gonna really scare me—us—away? Mira and Zoey came back to you after the shock, and I sure as hell don't care if you were part-turtle or whatever--"

"Being part-turtle would be cool! ..Or super slow, depends--"

"My point being," you interrupted Zoey with an affectionate chuckle, "we love you because you're our Rumi. Not an idol, not a demon, just our Rumi—the one that overthinks, overworks and gets so into her head that we'd have to shut it for her. ..No more hiding, yeah?"

Rumi doesn't respond, not for a long while, and thre three of you are content in just laying there in silence, with her patterns casting a brighter yet softer glow on all of you. But eventually she buries her head in your chest, muffling her eventual answer, "..Mhm. Thank you."

Zoey's hold on Rumi tightened as she practically nuzzled into the latter's back, all while Mira reached over to hold Rumi's hand, now back to its human shape compared to the claws she had briefly before. No one else says anything, and that's perfectly fine for the four of you.

"..So I guess I'm retiring from stanning anyone but you guys."

"Obviously!" "Duh." "You are."

You adjust your headset and squint at your chat.

“Okay, chat, I swear—if this is another cursed K-drama crack edit, I’m timing you all out.”

The chat explodes:

“NOPE IT’S DIFFERENT TRUST US 😇” “react to HUNTRIX or ur not real” “ur literally gonna melt” “UNHOLY LEVELS OF GIRL HOT” “this is your villain origin story fr”

You narrow your eyes. “Huntrix? That K-pop girl group people keep tagging me in? They sound hot.”

Click. The MV begins.

Three women. Ethereal, radiant, lethal.

The beat drops. The screen explodes in flames, all three stepping from the smoke in perfect sync, weapons slung across their backs like accessories.

You don’t realize you’re whispering aloud until it’s too late.

“...Oh. My. God.” Silence.

Then you blurt it out:

“Chat. No, no. I’m done. I’m done. I’m not even gay anymore. I’m Huntrixsexual. Like, respectfully, disrespectfully, I would be in a polycule with those three so fast—”

You inhale.

“—like legs are spread. Bed made. Snacks prepped. Signed consent form ready. Do you hear me?? I would worship them.”

Your mods are screaming in the Discord. Your chat is losing it.

You’re laughing until you wheeze. “I don’t even care. Put that on my tombstone. Here lies me, who died happy after being obliterated by three idols."

You don’t know that halfway across Seoul, three demon hunters are watching you say all this on a couch, post-practice, huddled around Mira’s tablet.

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Zoey is crying laughing. “No, rewind it again. Again. The part where she says ‘signed consent form ready.’”

Rumi’s eyes are sparkling. “She’s kinda… perfect? Like, we’re her type and she’s clearly deranged.”

Mira’s face is unreadable. But she doesn’t look away from the screen. She replays the clip silently. Again.

“She’s hot,” she says flatly. “I like her.”

Zoey nearly chokes on her boba.

Mira ignores her. “Send a dono.”

Rumi gasps. “You mean like—right now? What do we say?”

Zoey grins. “Leave it to me.”

__

[HUNTRIX_official] donated $1000: You free to come to Seoul, baby? -Z, R, M

You blink.

You stare.

The chat implodes.

Your mouth is dry. “No way. That’s fake. That’s gotta be—”

Another ding.

💜 [HUNTRIX_official] donated $1: It’s not fake. Pack your bags. We’ll pick you up. -R

Your soul leaves your body.

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When Bobby had announced to them that he was going to be hiring an assistant to take of some of the workload in handling their needs, they hadn’t thought much of it.

He was just hiring an assistant who’d essentially be taking over Bobby’s job of keeping them stocked on snacks and drinks during practice, and whatever else they might need for a short time while Bobby focused on an increasingly busy executive side of the job.

They had figured that you’d be a brief addition to their life, but overall unimpactful. It wasn’t as if you were replacing Bobby.

The three had been in the dance room of their tower, taking a break from practicing new choreography when there was a light knock on the door, Bobby calling out to them was their only warning. The door opened; they looked up—

And the world stuttered.

Standing behind Bobby was someone they had never seen before. They couldn’t have, they would have remembered if they’d seen you.

A nervous smile was stretched across a gentle face, your expression so bright it was almost unfair. They hadn’t even realized Bobby was talking, but when you began to speak—they tuned in.

“I’m excited to work with you,” your voice was so soft with the hint of hesitation. “I promise I’ll do my best to support you in any way I can.”

You were cute. There was no other way to really put it.

Mira stared at you, forgetting how to speak for a moment, and across from her Zoey blinked, long and slow, her water bottle slipping from her fingers.

Rumi was the only one able to keep it together, it seemed. “We’re excited too!” she said, the words coming out a bit too loudly, a bit too quickly. She cleared her throat, trying to salvage her composure. “I mean, it’s nice to meet you, we look forward to working with you.”

Clapping his hand, Bobby smiled wide, clearly pleased by how easily his girls had accepted this new addition to the group. Now that introductions were done, he’d leave the three back to practice and show you around the rest of the tower.

It was then that Mira found her voice. “—Or, you could stay for practice.”

“Yeah! Bobby, she can stay with us,” Zoey added quickly, a wide, excited grin spreading across her face. “You had all that scheduling issues you were talking about, she can stick around and lend us a hand in your place.”

It was a suggestion that Bobby, as typical of him, had readily agreed. But it was your response that had struck them right in the heart.

You had smiled, warm and radiant, “Just let me know what you need and I’m on it.”

While you and Bobby had stepped off to the side to work out the details of what you’d be doing while he was gone, the girls had watched quietly. The sun had filtered in through the window, catching your face just right, giving you an appearance of a divine glow while you kept smiling.

Zoey latched on the other girls arms, tugging Rumi and Mira closer to her, a silent “are you seeing this?!”

Once Bobby had left the room, you had taken a seat on the bench to the side, far enough to not get in the way of their training.

As the music picked back up, they went back to practicing, putting in even more effort than before—perhaps they wanted to show off, impress you a little. You certainly seemed impressed, watching them with wide, awe-filled eyes that left their chest buzzing with warmth.

You watched them with rapt attention. Any time they paused to rest; you sprung to your feet and were there handing out bottles of water, energy bars, and towels. Whatever they needed, even before they said they needed it.

It didn’t take long for practice itself to fall to the wayside in favor of talking to you. They were curious to get to know you, hoped you were curious about them, too.

You were attentive, you were polite and unbearably sweet. Every word that fell out of your mouth was effortlessly endearing.

A wordless agreement had rippled through the group.

They could not fumble this.

You integrated into their lives seamlessly, and as the days melted into weeks and into months, it was as if you had always been a part of their dynamic.

At first you had just been there for them during practice and rehearsal. But practice rarely lasted. More often, it devolved into Zoey cracking jokes that made you muffle your laughter behind your sleeve, or Mira and Rumi asking questions about your interests and then listening, spellbound, when you launched into passionate explanations on the topic.

The way that your eyes lit up when you spoke—it didn’t matter what it was you were talking about, when you looked like that while talking, it became the most captivating subject in the universe.

And then, before they knew it, you had become part of their lives outside of work, too.

“They’re so cute when they get excited,” Rumi whispered one night as she curled up on the couch, cuddling up against Mira, and watching as you and Zoey were in an animated discussion by the kitchen island about video games.

Mira’s arms tightened around Rumi’s waist, “I know,” she admitted under her breath, watching as you playfully shoved Zoey aside, face flushed with laughter.

The three were not subtle, not in the slightest, when it came to their interest in you.

Zoey took every opportunity she had to be close to you. Brushing against you every time she walked by, hugging you whenever she saw you, throwing her arm across your shoulder and draping herself against you as she talked. She needed to be near you, needed to touch you

For Mira, who was always more reluctant to let those outside of her immediate circle close physically, she found herself offering you her jacket when the weather turned, and giving you her water when it got hot. Her chest fluttering as she watched you drink from it without question, doing everything she could to not think of it as an indirect kiss. Had to try desperately hard not to think about how your mouth had been on it when she took a drink from the bottle later.

And Rumi? She took every chance and every excuse she could to be with you one-on-one. She was going out to get coffee or lunch; would you like to join? She wanted to visit the mall for some shopping and would like an extra pair of arms and a second opinion if you’d like to come. She can buy you anything and everything you might want, too, she’s more than happy to spoil you in whatever way she can.

It was obvious to anyone who looked, their staff and crew had clocked it almost immediately. The three were desperately trying to court the sweet, radiant assistant who’d been thrown into their lives.

The downside?

You never noticed.

If you did, you never let on. You were respectful, you were grateful. But as far as you seemed to know, their intentions were only ever friendly.

“You know, you don’t need to keep inviting me,” you had said as you began gathering your things, preparing to head back home for the night once your conversation with Zoey had died out. “I know you don’t get that much free time as it is, I’d hate to be intruding on what little time you do have to spend on couple-things between the you three.”

So sweet and considerate, worried that you were taking up the free time they would have devoted to each other, unaware of how desperately they wanted to devote that time to you, too. You truly were perfect, and you didn't even realize it.

Rumi leaned forward from where she sat, a knowing smile playing at her lips, “You’re not intruding, I promise,” was that a purr to her voice?

“We like having you around,” Zoey agreed, a little too fast as she wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into a tight hug. “You’re so much fun to be with!”

You blinked, then smiled, cheeks glowing a soft pink, “Oh. I—I like being around you guys, too.”

Rumi nearly melted on the spot; Mira had to nudge her to stop their leader from whimpering. It wasn’t fair how cute you looked with that sort of soft expression.

It only got worse from there.

While Zoey and Mira were having a date night between the two of them, Rumi had tried to make her move and invited you to dinner. A date of her own, a date with you.

A dinner at a nice, upscale restaurant; candlelight, expensive wine, and good food. She had thought that even if you didn’t catch on to the invitation, the clearly romantic atmosphere would do the trick.

It had been going great, or so Rumi had thought. She had been absolutely smitten as you two chatted, soaking up ever smile and laugh you gave her, pinning to memory the way your eyes would light up. She’d reached out to hold your hand and you hadn’t thought twice about the gesture.

When the night ended and you were standing outside the elevator leading up to the penthouse, Rumi had prepared to finish this already wonderful date with a kiss. Then you had to ruin it with that adorable smile and lovable laugh.

“Thanks again for inviting me out,” you had said softly, and Rumi wanted to melt at how nice your gentle voice felt. “It’s so nice to get dinner with your friends now and then, isn’t it?”

And with that, her smile cracked.

Dinner with friends. Friends. Right, no, you were totally right, it had been a wonderfully nice platonic dinner, Rumi hadn’t invited you out for any other sort of reason, no siree, friendship was all there was to it.

Once she was in the penthouse, she had spent a good long time screaming into her pillow.

You should have started to pick up on things when Zoey began commandeering your hoodies.

It was Zoey, after all, she was notorious for stealing her girlfriends’ sweaters and hoodies all the time. She had even said during interviews that before she got together with Rumi and Mira that she started ‘borrowing’ their clothes as an early sign that she liked them. So obviously it should work on you.

One of your hoodies had been left draped over the back of a chair when you’d left the tower to do a grocery run for the girls. When you’d returned, Zoey was wearing it, looking pleased as could be, especially when she caught you staring.

“Isn’t that mine?” you had asked, setting the bags down on the counter.

Zoey lifted her chin, her grin growing sharp. “Yep,” she said proudly, snuggling deeper into the hoodie, “It’s so comfy, and it smells like you.”

The meaning was as subtle as a thrown brick.

You had blinked at her. “Oh,” and Zoey kept watching, her grin growing as she waited. Even you couldn’t misinterpret that— “You should have said something sooner, I can send you the detergent I use, or maybe the body wash? They’re new brand I’m trying, so I’m glad to know someone else likes the scent.”

Oh, come on!

Zoey wasn’t going to say no, but seriously? Seriously?!

…she was not giving back the hoodie.

For her part; Mira had tried to be direct. She had tried to be blunt about her feelings and intentions so that you had no room to doubt.

The plan had been simple; take you out on a nice afternoon date, with her bringing you some flowers just to start things off with a more romantic mood. They’d take a little walk around the park just enjoying the quiet and each other’s company, and at the end, she’d tell you that she—and the others—wanted to date you. There would be no room for ambiguity.

It was at that pivotal moment that Mira stood before. “I l—”

Right as she began speaking, a truck drove past, it’s horn deafening loud and muffling everything Mira had been trying to say under its noise.

You had smiled patiently at her, head tilted to the side in that adorable fashion of yours that always made her heart do flips. “Sorry, I couldn’t catch that?”

As frustrated as Mira was over the interruption, she went for the second attempt. Taking in a deep breath, she schooled her features and took your hand in hers. “I want you and I to—”

Only to be cut off, again, by the ungodly loud cries of a flock of geese flying by at that exact moment. Their screams drowning out her words.

Don't lose your cool, Mira. Take a deep breath and try again. "Would you li—"

As if the universe itself was against her, she was cut off again, this time by the Honmoon itself as it rippled a vicious purple. Moments later her phone was blowing up with calls from Rumi and Zoey.

Great. Wonderful. Perfect.

“—I have to go, but we’ll continue this later!”

She left you there, probably confused by her sudden retreat, as Mira raced to meet up with her girls and find the tear. Fuming and frustrated.

If she was a bit more violent with the demons in that fight than usual—that was no one’s business but her own.

It didn't stop there.

Late one evening, you had mentioned offhandedly that you hadn’t eaten anything yet that day, too busy to do so was your excuse—one they would not stand for when you had made sure none of them had skipped a meal during practice that day—and immediately Rumi was dragging you off to their favorite restaurant. Mira ordered for all four of you, and every time you looked away from your plate, Zoey snuck more and more sweets onto it.

The girls insisted on taking you home when the nights got late, one on either side like a guard dog, each of your hands being held. Glaring at anyone who got too close to you, who showed a little interest in you.

Some nights they didn’t even let you go back to your own apartment. “It’s so late,” Zoey would complain, dangling off you so you couldn't walk away. “Just spend the night here, we don’t mind,” Mira would say, already pulling out blankets and pillows for the cuddle pile that would be formed in the living room.

Kisses on the cheek were the norm now, they’ve lost count of how often they’ve they told you “I love you, so, so much.” You would always respond with a laugh, “I love you girls too, I feel so lucky to be your friend.”

But most of all; your delighted expression over being included anytime they invited you out sent the girls spiraling into silent fits. You were adorable. You were perfect. You were so fucking dumb. What were they to do?

And even so, you had remained oblivious to their flirting.

“I hate this,” Zoey complained as she collapsed into bed, sprawling across Mira and Rumi as she buried her face into the blankets. “I’m trying my best to be as flirty as I can, and she just looks at me and goes, ‘wow, you’re such a good friend, Zoey,’ Like, I'm over here trying to be more than a friend! I'm trying to get in your pants!"

She had stolen so many of your sweaters and hoodies by this point that half of her closet might as well have been yours. But any time you saw her in one of them, you barely acknowledge it. She was using every pickup line in the book, had dropped ever sexual innuendo she could at your feet, and you treated it as some silly joke.

At this point, Zoey was convinced that she could throw herself on you, tell you just how badly she needed you in the most carnal ways imaginable—and you’d think she was just being silly and talking nonsense.

Mira snorted, “You make it sound like you’re just interested her body,” she said, grabbing Zoey and dragging her up to hold against herself. “Unlike you, it seems, I actually want to date her.”

“I want to date her, too!”

“None of us are going to date her if we can’t claw our way out of the friendzone,” Rumi grumbled. She was still a little miffed over her last romantic overture.

She had sent you several bouquets of flowers and boxes of chocolates through express delivery, had written you the sappiest, most romantic poem she could put to words. Rumi had felt she truly channeled her inner Sappho writing it.

Then you had texted her [Thank you so much for the flowers and chocolates! I really appreciate everything you do, too! 😊]

Rumi had wanted to hide away and never be seen again.

“I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to hold out,” Zoey said dramatically, back of her hand pressed to her forehead as she collapsed in Mira’s hold. “I want to kiss her so badly the wait is going to kill me.”

“At least you might have a chance to kiss her,” Mira muttered, pressing a kiss to Zoey’s head. “I swear, every time I try and tell her, I get interrupted. Just the other day I tried to tell her how badly I wanted to kiss her, but before I could get two words out, Bobby was calling because of some emergency and he needed her ASAP.”

She had to be cursed for how much the world seemed to be intent on stopping her from being able to confess anything to you. Mira didn’t know whether to laugh, scream, or cry over the fact.

Rumi groaned, leaning over to join Mira and Zoey’s cuddle, “We just… we need to take her on a date, and make it impossible for her not to realize it’s a date.”

“We’ve tried that,” Mira countered dryly. “We’ve been doing that for months, and you can see how well that's worked out.”

“Well what else can we do? We’ve been trying to be direct, and it’s not working.”

As Mira and Rumi continued to argue, Zoey began scrolling through her phone between them, looking idle in posture, but entirely focused on the task.

It was as the bickering reached its peak that she raised her phone up between them like a torch. “I’ve got it!” She’d figured it out, the date to put an end to all this desperate yearning, the date that even you couldn’t misunderstand.

A week later the plan was in motion, and they were visiting the aquarium.

It had started off strong. The girls had picked you up from your apartment, giving you a bouquet of what the florist had assured them was the most romantic flowers, and you had accepted them with rosy cheeks and a laugh that should be considered a weapon for the kind of damage it did to their willpower.

Zoey had taken your hand in hers for the first part of the date, leading you around the aquarium on routes she had long-since memorized to heart.

She was talking excitedly about the different exhibits and the different fish, sharing every obscure fact she knew about each fish. And you just listened with that smile of yours, making it known she had your full attention, asking questions in return, making her feel heard in a way very few ever did.

Rumi and Mira had followed, taking turns on who was on your other side, but all three were huddling close to you. Always gravitating around you.

They spent more time looking at your expressions, the soft smiles and the way your eyes would light up with joy, than they did at the fish.

You were so beautiful, so sweet, you were barely doing anything, and it had all three swooning.

And all things considered, they thought the date had been going well!

You were clearly enjoying your time with them as they slowly made their way around the different tanks. You were enthralled by everything Zoey had to say, you listened intently to any remark Rumi and Mira added.

Then Mira had tried to make her move.

The mood was perfect; Zoey and Rumi had stepped back to give you two some semblance of alone time. She'd been flirting and you seemed receptive to it. She had wrapped an arm around your shoulders, was leaning in to kiss you—

Her phone began ringing.

“What, why now—why is Celine calling me?” Mira had complained when she’d fished her phone out.

Grumbling and cursing at fate, she’d stormed off to answer. Whatever it was Celine needed, it had best be important for what she had interrupted.

So—that was the first stumble. But they could recover from this.

Mira just has chronic bad luck when it comes to trying to confess anything to you, that didn’t mean Rumi and Zoey didn’t have a chance to salvage this. Things will get better!

It didn’t get any better.

Each attempt was interrupted, each time they tried to make a move, to make you know their feelings, something had to happen.

Rumi had taken your hand in hers, entwining your fingers together as she stood close, her gaze flickering from your lips and back to your eyes. She wanted to kiss you so badly.

“I need to tell you,” she had begun in a soft whisper, “I am i—”

A group of children cut her off with their screaming and laughter as they ran between you, forcing Rumi to back away—but not quick enough to avoid the can that came flying out of one of the kids’ hands, covering Rumi’s shirt in grape juice.

Their mother had profusely apologized, but that didn’t erase the way Rumi’s face flushed with shame and humiliation. Not even Zoey’s attempt at comfort in the bathroom while she changed into the shirt Mira had quickly gotten from the gift shop had made her feel better.

She almost wanted to cry when you asked if she was okay after leaving the bathrooms. No she was not okay, but she couldn’t say that to your stupid, pretty face.

Mira had tried again while you were in the Deep Blue Sea Tunnel.

She’d sidled up to you, made a joke about how it looked like two of the fish were kissing, had been about to suggest that maybe you and her should follow their advice.

Only she didn’t get to finish that sentence when a group of school girls approached, shyly asking if she was Mira—and already found out, Mira was helpless to say no to autographs and photos.

At one point Zoey had reached peak desperation.

She was ready to drop to her knees in the Penguin Playground, and scream her feelings out loud for everyone to know—only for that to be foiled when a runaway penguin started chasing her instead.

It had taken ten minutes before the staff were able to wrangle the angry humboldt back to his exhibit.

Maybe Mira's curse had spread to the rest of them, because the universe seemed intent on ruining this no matter what.

By the time they had returned to the penthouse, all three girls felt exhausted and wholly defeated.

You were the only one who seemed to have truly enjoyed herself, collapsing on the couch next to Zoey and yawning. “That was so much fun,” you had murmured, a wide grin stretched across your face.

If only the other three could agree.

“Sorry,” you said, yawning again, your eyes struggling to stay open, “All that excitement kind of took everything out of me. Just give me a minute and I can be out of your hair in no time.”

“You can rest here for a while,” Zoey had said instead, wrapping an arm around you to tug you into her side. “You’re dead on your feet, you’re welcome to take a nap.”

Laughing tiredly, you didn’t fight her as she tugged you close, “If I fall asleep now, I’ll end up here all night.”

You said it as if that were a bad thing, but none of the girls here would complain if you stayed over for the night—rather, they’d like it if you spent the night more often.

Mira scoffed, shaking her head, “You’re practically falling asleep already. If it’s a big deal we can wake you up in an hour.”

You opened your mouth to argue with her—but another yawn betrayed you. Instead, your body slumped as your eyes fluttered shut as you nestled further into Zoey, her shoulder becoming your pillow.

The three exchanged a look, the kind of look they had been trading since they’d met you months ago. Full of declarations that need no words.

You were so adorable.

You were so perfect.

You had absolutely no idea the kind of things you were doing to their hearts.

Rumi leaned forward, her body sagging, and her voice a whisper just barely heard. “You really don’t get it, do you?”

You stirred, “Get what?”

“Rumi,” Mira warned, but it was too late.

The words were spilling out before Rumi could even stop herself, before she even knew what she was saying. Thick, full of months of want and longing. “You don’t see what you do to us. How crazy we are for you.”

Slowly, you opened your eyes, blinking blearily as your raised your head from Zoey’s shoulder. “…me?”

Mira exhaled slowly, letting go of the months of restraint and frustration as her hand slowly reached out to take hold of yours. “You really don’t see it.”

Now you were sitting up straighter, familiar confusion knitting your brow, “See what? I—I thought we were friends? I’m sorry—i-if I’ve been overstepping some boundaries—”

Zoey’s laugh cracked, equal in both desperation and hysteria. “Friends? Boundaries? Babe, we’ve been flirting with you nonstop since day one!”

Rumi’s cheeks were flushed, but her gaze stayed steady on you. “We thought just the three of us was enough. Then we met you.”

The silence that followed was deafening.

You stared between them, mouth slightly open as what was happening slowly sank in. Your face slowly turning a vibrant red. “Wait—what? You—you want me? As in, you want want me, you—”

“Yes!” Rumi yelled, throwing her hands in the air. “Oh, my God, yes!”

Mira shook her head, muttering,  “We weren’t even being coy about it, and you still missed every hint.”

Was it possible for your face to turn redder? “I—I thought you were just really affectionate!” you defended yourself, your voice growing higher in pitch in your panic. “You three are already the power couple of the nation, I didn’t want to assume—”

“You should have assumed!” Zoey huffed, cheeks puffing out in annoyance. “Do you have any idea how many of your hoodies and shirts I’ve stolen? That’s not just friendship.”

You pulled your hand free from Mira’s so you could bury your face in them, laughing helplessly. “Oh my god.”

Mira leaned in, her voice quiet but steady, an anchor, “We like you,” her voice a whisper in your ear as your hands are pulled from your face.

Then she’s turned your head, and her lips are pressed to yours.

It’s a soft kiss at first, slow and careful, like Mira was testing the waters, wanting to make sure that this was okay. The others were watching intently, trying to gage your reaction, and Mira kept kissing you. A soft moan escaped you.

Mira decided she was going to dedicate her life to hearing you make that sound as much as possible.

When she pulled back, your face is at a record-high red, your eyes almost entirely pupil, and your breathing having grown labored.

“…You want me,” you whispered.

Rumi’s hand reached out to rest on your knee. “So, so badly.”

“You have us feeling like we’re going crazy with how much we want you,” Zoey agreed, resting her head on your shoulder.

“Do you want us?” Mira asked.

Their whole world held its breath for your answer.

Then you smiled—that same radiant, golden smile that had started this all in the first place. “I do.”

Zoey let out a squeal so loud that Rumi and Mira flinched, but neither stopped her when she threw herself against you fully, pulling you into a tight hug, resuming what Mira had started in kissing you, and reaching out blindly for her partners.

They joined more gracefully, wrapping themselves around you and Zoey until all four were tangled together on the couch, laughing breathlessly.

They each kissed you.

Months of want and need coming out as they each took their turn, kissing and holding, showing you just how much they wanted you, just how crazy in love you had made them.

Tomorrow, they can talk. Tomorrow, they can sit down and figure out what they are, figure out what this means for both their personal and professional lives.

But tonight?

Tonight they can finally have everything they’ve been yearning for these past few months.

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"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.

“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.