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You are like the sweetest person anyone could ever possibly meet, and they love and adore you with every fibre of their being and with the power of their singular collective braincell they WILL cherish and protect you in every single way they know how. You're like. The greenest of all green flags—extremely attentive, constantly showing your love and adoration for your three girlfriends in equal measure, insanely kind and well-spoken and legitimately just wonderful to be around......which also makes one think that YOU'RE the one getting her brains fucked out...right? WRONG

Having this prompt as polytrix actually makes this scenario substantially funnier bc they're. They're HUNTERS, literal fucking KPOP NINJAS. This trio was trained by a resident HARDASS (Celine) who basically had to restore the Honmoon on her OWN for several years until HUNTR/X debuted, and Hunters in general are trained to essentially have superhuman capabilities with their strength and their agility to prevent themselves from getting overwhelmed by demons, who HAVE that supernatural power and speed already. THEY'RE HENCH ENOUGH AS IS. NOT TO MENTION the fact that Rumi herself is half-demon, so she'd probably have that extra strength

With all this in mind, it's VERY understandable that between the four of you, the assumption would be that the trio would rock the SHIT out of you in bed. But you're not 😄 and it's a huge surprise for all three of them when you first got tgt. It absolutely catches them off-guard when they're the ones getting pushed into the bed and getting THEIR brains fucked out, though it's not like any of them mind

Zoey THRIVES on the duality. Ofc she feels like she ahould take care of you, but there's smth about you, already taking care of the three of them and making sure they all feel loved, taking the reigns and showing your love carnally via absolutely RUINING them to the point where she starts crying from being overwhelmed

While Mira can take control ofc, and I feel like between the three of them she DOES have the tendency to switch and dom the other two with you, she finds that she really Really likes it when you have her completely let go of her tension as you have her completely seeing stars in ways she didn't even KNOW was possible—it's the rawest form of feeling that she doesn't need to analyse :3c

And then Rumi. She's SUCH a fucking loser that it's so easy to bully her a bit, and I think she actually quite likes being ragdolled around by you, by someone who's basically much weaker than her. Being 'weak' makes her feels small in a way that feels liberating, and getting RAN THROUGH in bed by you after you being the nicest person on Earth has her forgetting her self-consciousness....and her ability to actually form coherent thought but. Yk!

And then the aftercare?? When you make the three of them feel like goddessess after being fucked so hard the whole session basically just blurs together???? When you bring them down gently from their daze and take care of their every need—water, food, baths, cleanup, scents, cuddling, everything—without them even needing to say anything?????? They'll cry I think, every time HAHAHA. These three have been deprived of affection in their own ways so getting it from you after such a carnal rollercoaster that ends up w them being so unvelievably vulnerable, so them crying is a good thing I swear. They just :(( love you to bits :(( bc of everything :(( and you are just so important to them :(((

I can absolutely see this 😭. It's not like they could ever actually get jealous of each other, and everyone in your relationship knows this full well, but one look between Rumi and Mira and they're both gonna Whine as they approach the two of you about how 💔 you two couldn't wait 💔 for them 💔 like that's SO rude of you two!! Zoey plays along and blames it on them for being Too Slow and she loved having you to herself, to which Mira retaliates by grasping her face for a makeout sesh of their own to kiss not just Zoey but to take her kiss w you too 😝 like indirectly 😝. Meanwhile Rumi drapes herself all on you while she's giving you puppy eyes for a messy kiss of her own, and she'd even let her canines scrape on your bottom lip as a 'punishment' and a 'mark' simultaneously

And when you get to the bedroom? NOBODY is wasting time bro. Clothes are shed COMPLETELY, half of it not by their own hands, before Zoey and Rumi pounce you out of need—Zoey because you stopped in the midst of your makeout sesh instead of continuing like you should so you need to take responsibility, and Rumi because you've given Zoey so much attention already and she's been working so hard today :( her patterns flare up and glow against your skin to reflect just how turned on she is. Meanwhile Mira is finding the perfect strap for you to use ofc 🙂‍↕️ before going back to you to do the honours and strap you in......before blowing you to make sure you're slick and secure 😝😝😝

Zoey takes your mouth and sits on your face bc she's not done with 'making out' with you yet!! And she loves the feeling of you eating her out like a woman STARVED without hesitation. You'd think Mira would want to sit on the strap but no, she'd actually want to grind on either your fingers or your stomach yes bc she adores the idea of getting you all wet with her slick. Rumi ends up taking your cock once it's all slick and ready, not just bc she's needy for the feeling of you inside her even if it's fake but also bc it's a general conensus that you lot LOVE to see Rumi's patterns Glimmer and Surge with colour whenever the strap's cockhead hits her g-spot

Mira would be an absolute GODDESS at lapdances, actually. I've already covered this in a previous post but she'd be AMAZING at grinding. She's probably trained with different types of styles, and this includes the more seductive styles of dancing, like pole dancing and such. It's genuinely hard not to be mesmerised after being softly pushed to sit down, only to see up close and personal just how much body control she has as she moves her body and slowly drags her hands down from your shoulders......the swell of your chest......and them to your arms before turning around for you to get a full view of her ass 😋

Zoey, as per usual, is the most enthusiastic out of the three. Sensuality is smth she can do thanks to her time as a performer, but she makes up for the lack of direction and experience with said enthusiasm. I think her lap dances would be moreso silly :3c. She can't take it seriously for the LIFE of her, and it usually spirals into her giggling and laughing as she rocks her body while simultaneously joking with you and directing your hands onto her body for you to do whatever you like to her 🙂‍↕️ she'll happily take it, can't you see how eager she is? She's very playful with her attempt, and that playfulness with her easily translates to something more charged bc of your easy chemistry 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

So ofc!! They're gonna respond when the two of you are getting intimate 😝. She can TRY to hide her face but her patterns outright SNITCH on her ass when they glow brighter by the minute when her excitement and arousal builds, and it is so embarrassing for her that she genuinely whines upon opening her eyes and seeing her lightshow on her skin 😭😭😭😭. Not to mention the way the Honmoon probably syncs up to her too considering her ability to manipulate it (though I've already said multiple times about this so I'm not gonna yap that much ab it again)

I may have written about this briefly once or twice but it's always funny to think about 😭. Her patterns respond based on her emotions and her wellbeing, so more often than not they react positively towards you via a soft iridescent glow that seems to ripple from every single one of your touches, however brief and fleeting it can be

And when she cums particularly hard? GOODBYE. Her patterns ripple bright, VIOLENT colours as her legs shake and her hips buck up while she clings onto you. Please close your eyes bc doing it in a dark setting can get like

Zoey loves HARD. Like in a 'she feels and thinks of a lot of things but the one she holds the most inportance is YOU' sort of hard. She loves you with her whole entire being, and this girl will happily take anything that you give her because of it. The thought of being so full of you, the feeling of being thoroughly bred to the point where she can feel it inside her and dripping out of her? Oh goodbye it has her BUZZING at the thought and dripping wet 😁

When you have her pinned underneath you a hand around her wrists and holding them above her as you move your hips to fill her up? She babbles and cries, begging you to breed her and to let her please feel so full of you :((. Idt any of the trio would ever want kids until they've settled with their jobs and, in Zoey's case, she doesn't know if she'd be responsible enough ("way too scatterbrained", she'd think of herself) to have a child in the first place, but there's that thrill that has her whole body feeling feverish and needy of you when she thinks of a child between the two of you :3c. Doesn't matter if you're wearing a strap or anything, it will still do So Many Things to her

For as long as you could remember, you've always had a grasp on power, one way or another.

At school, you were the Queen Bee that everyone tripped on themselves for just to be in the edge of your circle. During university, you were 'That Bitch' on campus that people either loved or hated. At your job, everyone deferred to you for advice on what to do. Even in life, you could just walk like a woman on a mission and people would undoubtedly be turning around to get a better look at you. It wasn't really like you were being some scheming, nefarious attention whore of a bitch, the magnetism just came natural to you. But with a personality and a transferrable reputation like yours, everyone is bound to have opinions about it.

Obviously people love you for it—whether it's for your looks, your attitude, or the way you can easily command a room with sharp words and a snap of your heels on the floor, you have them following your every beck and call and treating everything you do like some latest trend. And then there are obviously people who are going to hate you for it—the ever-swinging temperament, the dare-they-say-arrogant-but-dare-you-say-confident outlook of your place in life, the 'mean girl' mold they keep putting you in like you're some 2D blonde bitch stereotype (though whether you actually had blonde hair at the time was anyone's guess)—but you make no effort to change it because why would you? A queen thrives most when the opposition keeps on talking about you, as long as that opposition is controlled rather than running rampant.

But then there are people who really love it. Adore it.

Need it, even.

And when she's one of those people? When she's so desperate for your control, it'd be rude to leave her waiting.

—

Zoey couldn't stop reading back again and again.

Whenever she was free to do so, whether it was because they were simply waiting or because Rumi and Mira's attentions were split somewhere else, she felt compelled to repeatedly close the app and then open it up again to the exact same chat history for any possible sign of your next move, like it was some website she had to keep refreshing just to see any sort of change of result. And yet all she was left with was.. no response. Anticipation.

It wasn't uncommon for Zoey to feel restless, to feel like she can't sit still (and some of the rings she wore served as distractions and alternate outputs for her energy whenever she had to stop moving), but it felt exceptionally worse today for a reason she can't even tell her other bandmates. It wasn't even like it was some scary secret that needed to be kept under wraps or anything. It was just…

"Zoey?"

The maknae let out a brief shriek as her phone slips up into the air, followed by a wide smile as she practically juggled her phone until she caught it. "MIRA. HI," she let out a giggle that was maybe just a little bit high-pitched, "what's up?"

Mira raised an eyebrow at the scrambled response and she crossed her arms as she asked, "I just came over to let you know we'll have to get ready to take our places in five. You.. okay?"

"Oh! Yeah! I'm great! Perfect!" She shoved her phone in her pocket, "I'll catch up in a sec, don't worry!"

"Forget that for a minute, we have five." Her bandmate walked closer as she continued with her questioning, "Is something bothering you?"

Yes, actually! "No? Why? Does it look like something's bothering me?"

"You tell me, Zo. You've been acting strange since we got here, like fidgeting more than usual—"

"I fidget all the time! I'm just.. excited for this interview!"

"—reopening your messages every fifteen seconds—"

"Wait you caught that--"

"—and acting like something's watching you." The taller woman peered down at her, sharp brown eyes softening into a brand of concern that only Mira could ever produce, "Are you sure you're okay?"

Whenever Mira, the bluntest and 'coolest' of their fun little trio, got like this, Zoey really couldn't help but feel a pang of affection for her as she felt compelled again, this time to hug her best friend. "Mira, don't worry," she emphasised with a little giggle, her earlier restlessness temporarily forgotten in favour of putting her fellow band member first, "I swear I'm fine! We get to talk about the tour, so I really just can't wait to get through that interview."

It was no surprise to feel Mira's arms reciprocate near-immediately after Zoey wrapped her arms around her, but it was warm and comforting nonetheless. "Okay. Sorry, I sound nuts, don't I?"

"No, no, you don't. I know you're just worried."

A snort. "You're cute," and she lets go of the hug to draw back, though not before giving Zoey a light pat—always careful of her hair when they're at work. "Okay. I'll leave you to.. whatever it is you're doing, then. Meet you in a few?"

"Mhm! I'll be there! Just need to fix my makeup really quick!"

Mira nods and then turns around to leave Zoey alone in the green room, though not without pausing at the doorway to look back for a second or two before closing the door and heading off to meet up with Rumi. And Zoey.. feels really bad for maybe kinda lying. Though again, it's not like there was anything wrong, and it's not like she was lying when she noticed her makeup needed a quick touch up…

But just before she finishes and gets ready to leave, after listening (and even exploiting the use of the Honmoon to sense any movement outside, which.. there was none), her hand carefully went down.. to the waistband of her stylised cargos.. and inside, within the fabric of her panties, to quickly push in and adjust the egg vibrator inside her cunt to seat it deeper and more secure inside her.

The egg vibrator that she was endlessly expecting you to turn on at any moment now, through an app that allowed you to connect to it despite being on the other side of the world. And yet not only have you yet to actually do anything, but you've said absolutely nothing to indicate that you were going to start using it beyond your earlier message.

It really wasn't like she could ever explain this to her girls—she wasn't just going to pop up and tell them that she had a toy inside her while they were working today! She's never live the mortification down, not to mention the scandal it'd cause.

And besides. She could probably handle it.

Probably.

(She still cursed you for being unbelievably convincing.)

(..And maybe herself, for being way too easy to convince, whenever you're the one who did the convincing.)

After a brief moment of waiting for you to make a move and yet another reopening of the messaging app (plus a quick text), Zoey drew her hand back and swiping the gathering wetness on the skin of her inner thigh before pulling it out of her cargos completely. With just a very quick touch-up of her makeup and a re-application of the lip gloss she never functioned without, she stood up from the vanity with a deep breath because those are supposed to help calm you, right?

"It's just like any other interview, Zoey," she whispered to her own reflection as she tucked her phone back into her pocket, "you fight demons, you can get through.. this."

She pushed herself off the vanity and bounced on the balls of her feet to wring out the last vestiges of her building restlessness, all while pointedly ignoring the object that was snug inside her, before walking out the door and to the set, where Rumi and Mira were chatting amongst themselves and waiting.

The duo had turned to her as she approached, both sharing soft looks of affection for their maknae—though Mira still looked just the tiniest bit concerned, from the way her eyes scanned Zoey from head to toe—as they both reached out with their hands, which she held with a bright smile as she got closer. "Hi girls! How are we doing?"

"You're just in time," Rumi replied with a squeeze of her hand, nodding at the crew and cameras being prepped for their final checks, "we've got less than two minutes before we go live."

Mira followed with a squeeze of her own, "I know we just talked, but are you sure you're okay to do this? I just want to make sure."

"Yep!" She nodded, her grin never faltering, "Locked in and ready to do this interview!"

The last of Mira's worries seem to alleviate at the sight of Zoey's enthusiasm, and she chuckled at the excited display, "Right. Just try not to buzz through the chair."

Zoey blinked just as the crew had called for everyone to take their places. Without further hesitation, the three of them had let go of each other's hands to stand just off-camera, ready to walk in whenever the show's host announced them over.

Though not without her feeling a little vibration from the phone in her pocket.

—

"Good luck, I'm watching," that was your reply.

And true to your reply, you were. Your phone lowered slightly as your attention focused onto your laptop screen, the host introducing the beginning of the livestream.. or at least, that's what you assume, since you can't necessarily understand Korean (and you make a mental note to maybe start trying, if only to impress the nerd a little bit). Though it's not like you were interested in the host at all, no, you were interested in someone else.

..And there she is, walking into the camera's sight with the rest of HUNTR/X, and you see the comments on the side—a mix of not just Korean but other languages from all across the world—growing crazy in frequency at the mere sight and sound of them as they introduced themselves, their most popular song echoing in the background before dying down once they've all sat down on the plush interviewing chairs.

Beyond performances and concerts, you've seen bits and clips of Zoey when she's in work mode ever since you started delving further into her career—not much different from her usual personality, but still with a notable sense of professionalism that only veteran K-Pop idols like her seem to balance well with being personal and approachable. Honestly, you couldn't help but admit that it was impressive to watch, especially considering her constant stuttering and tripping over words back in school.

But that also made the thought of ruining that hard-won composure so.. tempting.

You watch on for a bit, letting the program run through and letting Zoey keep up her enthusiastic energy as your fingers leisurely navigated through your phone from your messaging app. A few swipes in the menu, a tap on a specific app, a drag down on the level controls—certainly not for sound control—and when the time was right…

Tap.

—

The words catch in Zoey's throat in the midst of her excited ramble when she feels the vibrator inside her buzz to life, and she forces herself to cough to hide whatever noise would've otherwise made it out of her because you were turning it on now?! Even in the lowest possible setting, something she could barely feel, the fact that she felt anything at all sent a jolt of shameful thrill through her body.

She felt a light elbow nudge at her side, and Rumi turned her head to look at her in slightly-concerned surprise, with Mira peering at her just beside their leader with a slight raise of an eyebrow, "You okay there?"

"Yep!" Absolutely not. "Sorry, just got overexcited."

The host hadn't missed a beat as he very helpfully supplied, "Too many words rushing out of you? Careful, you might end up biting your tongue!"

Zoey forced out a laugh as she grabbed the supplied bottle of water and uncapped it, "Aha, yeah. It's just.. the world tour was the best thing we've ever done, y'know? I just can't help but get excited whenever I think about it!"

'It wasn't totally a lie', she couldn't help but think as she sipped on her water before putting the cap back on, though she doesn't put the bottle back down in favour of tapping her fingers as she gripped it in an effort to distract herself from the quiet buzzing inside her.

The interview carries on like that, and she does really try to keep talking when the host, the other girls or their given script had prompted them, but the constant buzz inside her cunt kept her hyper-vigilant of everything around her as the feeling kept inching closer and closer to the edge of sensory overstimulation—the lights that spotlighted them, the cameras that captured their every move, the screen of comments on the side (some of which had cheered her on, though it did nothing but unknowingly encourage the knot building up in her core), the feeling of her pussy instinctively squeezing its walls on the unfeeling vibrator like a dripping secret in her panties… And with the way you manipulated its strength and patterns, unbearably weak one moment and terrifyingly fast the next, and forced her to white-knuckle the whole interview while acting like nothing was going on, it felt like too much yet not enough at the same time.

As Rumi spoke between them, her tone crisp and clean, Mira leaned back and covered her face to whisper urgently to Zoey, "You're not okay, you're all red. You didn't tell us you were sick."

Zoey flashed a brief smile before following Mira's lead and doing the same to whisper back, "I'm not! I swear I'm perfectly fine."

"You've started coughing out of nowhere and you look flushed," the dancer noted with narrowed eyes, "you should've told us—we could've told Bobby you need the day off."

"It's not a big deal, it'll pass!"

"You say that every time you catch a cold, and then the next day you're completely knocked out. After this, I'm telling Bobby to take you back home--"

"Nonono, please don't, I don't want to worry him. A-And what about the photoshoot later?"

"Me and Rumi can handle it, you need to rest--"

Zoey feels a hand on her thigh, a gentle touch that called for her attention yet made the maknae jolt in her spot with a startled yelp, her self-restraint making her sensitive from every sudden touch, "Ohmygod-- yeah?"

Judging from Mira's reaction and a hand—Rumi's hands, they seemingly both registered at the same time—on her own thigh, she was startled too, so it was a form of relief to not only see that she wasn't going to be the odd one out but that Mira's line of questioning was interrupted.

"Girls? Were you listening?" Rumi asked, though the undertone was something she knew quite well, 'I stalled for as long as I could, but now I need you girls back with me'.

One look between Zoey and Mira as Rumi drew her hands away, and the both of them tuned back into the interview. Though, Zoey had pointedly kept her gaze away from the rushing comment section as she crossed her legs, squeezed her thighs and the water bottle in her hand, and prayed that she could get through this without cumming.

(Though she knew that you wouldn't dare make it that easy for her, nor would you actually humiliate her to that point.)

—

> is she ok????

> ZOEY U CAN DO IT QUEEN

> rumi's like a single parent to her two children www

> Does anyone else think zoey looks a bit sick? Hope she's okay 🙁

> okay but rumis hands on her two members i wish that were me lol

> agencys forcing her to work while shes sick. disgusting

> Is this polytrix omg

> What r they whispering ab.....

> I NEED MIRA TO WHISPER TO ME

You couldn't help the breath of laughter that left your lips as you passively read through the live feed of English comments, all while you played with the app on your phone in response to Zoey's micro-reactions. A tense posture? You dial the intensity down. Rushing her words? You dial it up. Looking as if she was in the precipice of zoning out? You either change the vibration pattern or manually manipulate the speed to alternate between agonising speeds.

But for all the teasing, for all the torture you're essentially having your girlfriend go through in front of millions of viewers, you always made sure not to hit her breaking point. For one, the act of secret exhibitionism the two of you are playing was already inappropriate as is in such a professional setting, and you knew how detrimental any sort of scandal would be to an idol's career—talking about limits and lines neither could cross before trying this sort of risky play for the first time meant making sure that the most the both of you will do is very gently toe the line. And two?

While everyone else in the world could have Zoey, the rapper and lyricist of HUNTR/X, you wanted to keep Zoey, your pining, pathetic nerd that cried whenever she came, all to yourself.

So you keep on going, never quite pushing her off the edge but never quite giving her peace, even after the livestream finishes.

—

The day passes in a painfully frustrating haze for Zoey, with none the concentration she usually has—even just making through most of the day felt like an achievement for her.

She managed to dodge the rest of Mira's questions well enough and, through some stroke of luck, managed to somehow convince the duo that she was more than okay to carry on with their idol work.. but it was easier said than done, when you hadn't relented once.

During the photoshoot, she has never been so unbelievably thankful for her Hunter training because at multiple points she could feel her legs threatening to give up on her whenever she struck a particular pose—it took sheer will, all the strength she'd gained over the years and a hell of a lot of luck not to stand or move awkwardly while she was hyper-aware of the toy working inside of her whenever you decided to play with her again.. and from what she could tell, you loved doing it, even when you couldn't see it.

(You always did love having some semblance of control, even when you weren't in the room. That definitely hasn't changed, nor has her.. opinion on it.)

And then came rehearsal.

Oh god.

Zoey personally though she's done really well to withstand your relentless puppeteering, but she never realised just how difficult it'd actually be to rehearse in the state she was in. Her mind was swimming, muddled with primal need that she had pushed deep down inside her, and her legs only threatened to give way even more. Recalling lyrics and dance formations? Little to no chance, while her insides were being teased from the egg's vibrations and the moves jostling it inside her.

It was when one of the moves had the vibrations hitting directly onto her g-spot that really screwed her over—her legs gave way as a result, all while she bit her lip to prevent herself from making any noise.

Immediately, Rumi springs into action, snapping out of the choreography as she darts over to hold onto Zoey's arm for a lighter fall before crouching down, "Woah, I got you."

Mira went to pause the music in the meantime before she walked over to the both of them and got down to their level, "I kept telling you all day that you need to rest." She then followed up with a huff, sharing Rumi's look of concern, "Are you okay? Did you break anything?"

Zoey shook her head, "I didn't," and her hand went up to go over Rumi's on her arm in a form of reassurance, "s-sorry you had to do that."

"Hey, don't even worry. I'm just glad you didn't hurt yourself," and her tone gets sterner, "though Mira does have a point."

"But I can--"

"Zoey." She feels a hand—Mira's—close around her shoulder, a firm yet grounding touch, "Don't push yourself. We want you happy and healthy, and we can't have that when you keep insisting to work when you're clearly in a terrible condition."

And Rumi continued, her tone switching to a leader's stern voice to something much more caring, "All we have is rehearsal, and it's not like you don't know the songs we're practising. Take the rest of the day off."

"..You're sure?"

"We're sure. We'll meet you back upstairs, okay? Go rest."

And with one final squeeze from her elder members, they helped her upright and she walked back to the elevator.

(..Though while she felt bad about it, the fact that she got a touch too close sent an electric thrill coursing through her body and right to her core.)

—

You had eventually turned off the vibration setting for better or for worse—on Zoey's part anyway—because after looking at the time (or rather, the time in Seoul now set in your clock app next to your local time), the trio should be done with their activities for the day in an hour or two.

So you wait. You wait patiently for the fruits of your hard labour because control wasn't just something you could use upon others, it needed effort to keep reinforcing that control, to make sure that those under your will would come back for more.

Even if you were at a distance.

But as you wait, you couldn't help but think: how will your little nerd be, when she comes back to you? Will she beg even more in text, leaving a record of today's desperation? Will she be dripping wet when she takes her panties off, with her nipples pebbling from inside her bra? Maybe she'll grind against the feeling of the egg vibrator inside her weeping cunt? Or maybe she'll cry such pretty tears when she realises she can't cum without you?

Though you are spared from any more thinking when your phone vibrates.

Ah.

The moment you join, the sight you are greeted with jolts you into primal focus—imagining it is one thing, but seeing it yourself was a completely different experience.

Zoey was a mess, so much more than usual. Strands of hair were displaced from her buns, her crop top had presumably been tossed to some area of her bedroom, the button and fly of her cargo pants were both undone, and her makeup? ..Okay, well, her makeup still looked mostly impeccable (thanks to you and your cosmetic tips, obviously, because your biggest downfall could only ever be you), but that wasn't going to be an issue.

Your memory served as supplication to fill in the blanks that were made from the distance between the two of you, like how hot to the touch her skin is when she's all riled up and pliant for you, and the squeeze on your thigh when you pushed your knee into the apex between her legs.

This woman, a worldwide K-Pop sensation, one of the most admired and thirsted-for women in the whole globe, was in carnal agony, and it's all because of you.

"I thought you weren't finished with rehearsals until at least the next hour," you mock-pondered as you settled back onto your bed.

Zoey wet her lips in a cute attempt to gather her thoughts before answering, "I tried. But-- but my legs, they stopped working and.. Rumi and Mira told me to take the rest of the day to.. to…"

"To.. rest?" You couldn't help the mocking laugh, "Wow. You can't even finish your own sentences."

You see her shake her head profusely, "N-No, I… 's your fault, you kept playing with it the whole day and-- ngh, shit," a giggle, too slurred and dumb to ever be in humour, bubbled up from the younger woman, "my panties are so ruined."

Your lips stretched into a wider grin, both beautiful and so very cruel—Zoey swearing was a complete rarity, the vulgarity only ever coming out when she's really pissed.. or sexually desperate. "Yeah? Would've loved to see you drip through your pants," you mused, "maybe I really should've made you cum in front of all those people."

Even with the phone's speaker quality, you could hear Zoey's high-pitched whimper, no doubt imagining the hypothetical what-if and subconsciously squeezing down on the deactivated vibrator, "You can't just say that..!"

"And who told you that you could dictate what I can and can't say?"

"I--"

"I was going to ask if you wanted to cum after a whole day of being held on the very edge, but if you're being like that…"

"NO!"

And there it is.

That beautiful expression, one that was only reserved for you.

Zoey was crying, and suddenly she no longer resembled the effortlessly suave idol that everyone else was familiar of—all she was right now was a girl who needed your control more than anyone else.

"Please," her words came out hushed and cracked and whiny and reverent and desperate all at once as her eyes, brown swallowed by the black of her dilated pupils, "please let me cum, I'm sorry, I-- I'll be so so good for you… Please?"

"And why do you need me to let you cum? You have hands and I'm not there to tie you up, surely you can get yourself off," you taunted, yet you couldn't help your own free hand drifting up to play with your peaked nipples. You knew Zoey had seen your movements, judging by the momentary lack of response and the way her eyes had lowered down the slightest bit, assumedly to watch you play with yourself as you spoke.

Though eventually she did shake her head again, "I can't. I don't want to-- don't want to cum without your permission… Please it hurts I'm begging you I need--"

"Point your camera in front of the mirror. Now." Your voice took on a more sharp, commanding tone before switching back into that syrupy sweet purr, "I want to see your pretty pussy glisten while you cry for me."

You know exactly what the sudden whiplash does to your girlfriend, and you see it happen in real-time. Her body flinches and seizes as her cunt throbs in need at your command, at the thought of being so exposed for you. She wastes no time in taking off her cargos and her panties before repositioning herself and flipping the camera so that you can see her sitting on the edge of the bed, showing her heaving chest that glistened in Seoul's afternoon light with sweat and her dripping core, the tail end of the neon pink vibrator—of your influence—peeking out between her folds.

You see one of her hands snake down to gather up the wetness between her folds before bringing it up, not to lick it herself or to show you the strands of her slick up close, but to drag across her chest before pulling down her bra to reveal her tits and those brown peaks, her size small yet so unbelievably perfect all the same.

"Fuck," you cursed breathily at the sight, and you repositioned yourself to make sure that she could see you too: see the way your hair stuck to your forehead in a matted mess thanks to the sweat on your temples; see the way you hiked your sleep-shirt up to reveal the swell of your own breasts; see the way your own hand dragged itself down from your chest and past the waistband of your own panties to play with yourself. "Even after all these years, you'd still fetch if I told you to, like a good little pet project. ..Or maybe you're just a pet, aren't you? My good little bitch."

Her legs twitch at the title, but she lets out a soft, needy sigh as she rocked herself against the mattress, "Yes, I am. Always been your good girl."

"And have you been a good girl today?"

"Mhm! Didn't-- ah, didn't even touch myself when I got back in the room. I called you s-straight away--"

"And why did you?"

"Because I needed you to tell me to cum-- shit!"

You switched between your applications, minimizing Zoey's video feed as you finally turned the vibrator back on inside her while set at its medium setting. Judging from the way her hips bucked up as she yelped, it's more than enough to push her so close to the edge already, after an entire day dedicated to working her up in front of so many unsuspecting people.

The view of Zoey's violent reaction was more than enough to get you going as your fingers massaged circles on your own clit, and yet despite the stimulation and the debauched noises threatening to spill out from you, you force your voice to stay steady. "Don't tell me that was enough to make you cum. I thought you'd have more endurance than that, as an idol," you taunted, though you already knew she has yet to actually cum.

The idol forced both herself and her camera's tilted angle upright, and her needy gaze locks right onto the lens, "N-Not yet. You didn't tell me to, and…"

"You need more?"

"..mhm."

"Greedy." You clicked your tongue, "Play with yourself. I want to see just how desperate you want it."

She doesn't even think twice about obeying your instructions. The angle goes slightly off-kilter as her hands tweak and play with her nipples before skimming back down in between her thighs. She opens up her legs even wider and dips her fingers into the sticky mess of slick that glistened and dripped down her thighs, and you see small slivers drip directly down to the floor from how wet she is. Your fingers follow her fingers, which then alternate between making slow circles around her clit and skimming her folds with pressure, increasing her pace over time. Your girlfriend isn't necessarily a quiet person either—in fact, she was the complete opposite—so despite her initially biting back her moans and whimpers, she quickly gave up and graced your speakers with the groans and whines and sounds of her carnal desperation, all while she rocked her hips against her exploring hand, both to add onto the friction and in order to push the still-vibrating toy inside her.

All this, just because you told her to. Because she was so desperate for your control, to the point where she can't function without it.

And with control came the reward, a way to completely establish such control.

"Zoey."

"Ngh… mmmhm?"

You don't even tell her to cum.

Instead, you raise the toy's vibration level onto the maximum level.

The sight that greets you is enough to push you to the edge along with her.

Her orgasm crashes over her like an unstoppable force, and she screams. Tears flow down her face and completely smudge and ruin her makeup to a state of no return as she wails and starts babbling in Korean, and her hips buck from the sheer force of her orgasm before she squirts so hard that she splashes the mirror and the vibrator dislodges itself, landing on the ground with a wet thud. It's not long before her grip on her phone slips, and it clatters onto the bed as her release stretches out thanks to being pent up for a whole day. Not like that's an issue for you either, when your own body is pulled into an orgasm of your own from watching your girlfriend completely ruin herself for you, the sensation so sharp and overwhelming that it has your eyes rolling back and your own thighs shaking and clamping shut onto your hand.

It takes a very long while, but eventually it all settles down. You take heaving breaths in an attempt to regulate yourself after such an intense orgasm (because who honestly expects to cum that much when you're on the phone? You guessed it's a fun new experience you'll share with Zoey as long as she's not anywhere in California), and you try to concentrate enough to keep your senses back in order. When you eventually do, you sluggishly pick up your phone that was face-down beside you as you peer at the screen and listen in for any signs of life.

"..Zoey? Babe?" You wait, yet no answer.

And then.. a snore.

"Pft."

Did this girl pass out from cumming? Though considering just how hard she came, plus the whole day of withstanding your assault through the toy as she bore through what was already exhausting idol work, it's not like you could fault her for sleeping immediately after.

So with a light eyeroll, you pull yourself up to a better lying position and put your phone on charge to the side, though you don't get out of the call. It's really late at night anyway.

Within the silence and the cooling stickiness between your thighs, you listen to Zoey's soft snores as she slept all the way from the other side of the world. And as your eyes flutter shut, there's one more thought that drifts in your brain as your consciousness recedes into a dreamless sleep.

Makeup—like lipstick and gloss—often tend to linger, and so do feelings like control.. and affection, no matter how many years may pass.

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I'd like to think it's ESPECIALLY worse for her since it's most likely that she's had to constantly be on suppressants, not just bc it Really interferes with idolwork but also bc of the whole half-demon thing Most Likely making the heat so much worse bc of its primal touch. That sort of stuff is never really on the forefront of her mind, and more often than not she pushes it away when it Does surface as a thought, so consider EXTREMELY sexually pent-up and frustrated. And when she actually Allows herself to go into heat because you're there with her? AHA. AHAHAHAHAHHAA oh that shit Explodes

This girl needs to be absolutely RUINED when her heat hits her like a fucking Truck. Pull her by the braid, or if her hair is down the tug at her hair close to the roots as she claws the surface for any sort of grip (I'm not even specifying bc atp it could be Anywhere, not just the bed, bc of sheer desperation) and begs for you to get rougher with her. She keeps pleading, wailing, saying that she can take it all—your length, your knot, all your cum, everything. Sure, she should most likely be a LOT more cautious about that bc she Cannot be getting pregnant while she's still active as an idol, but at the same time that risk and the thought of you filling her and knocking her up is sending such a thrill straight to her pussy, already dripping with such unrivalled need that went beyond instinct

For once, Rumi lets herself want it all, and her brain is way too hazy for her to care about being messy and careful as every single inch of her is practically screaming for more of you. She wants to be bred and marked, she wants to be able to feel you bite down and bond the two of you over and over and over in every way you can, not just to sate the overwhelmingly aching need but to feel like she's wanted no matter how feral she can get

Being Celine's wife 100% means you're basically the yin to her yang, you're the one that balances out her and her parenting 😝. I think at some point I DEFINITELY wrote about this but between the two of you, in this case you're the 'nicer' parent out of the two and tbh! As much as Rumi would still have an issue about herself and her demon patterns growing up, idt it'd be as bad if you were in the picture to smack Celine in the head lightly when she gets a bit too much

This woman is so Infuriating in the way that she takes on everything herself. Even with you in the picture, I can still see her with one Hell of an Atlas complex thanks to being the only remaining Hunter in her generation and being the only person who tend to the Honmoon for gpd knows how long. I think it's even worse when she has you to protect especially asw—she doesn't want you getting concerned or hurt or worse, so she tends to brush off any sort of concern. Please for the love of GOD this woman needs to be tended to with such love and care, even when she initially resists it bc she thinks there's no need to fuss over her when she's Fine. But yk. She can NOT say no to her wife bc she's just So Very Weak for you :3c and she lets you give her so much love and kisses and everything she may need. I think she'd really love feeling you patch her up after fights 🙂‍↕️ even when she doesn't want to admit it bc it means you're fussing over her when she doesn't want you to. But she adores the feeling of your hands, your skin, your body, your warmth, anything on her

And this also no doubt applies to sex, yes 😊. Oughghgh you're so right in that she is so PATHETIC with you in bed. After having to be strong for god knows how long because she is the last remaining Hunter before Rumi gets old enough, there's the fleeting thought of wanting to just.. let go for once that she refuses to indulge until you give her the space to do so. With you, it's the only time where she will EVER allow herself to be weak—it tends to manifest as her being Completely Pliant under you, her hands either scrambling on the sheets or wrapped around your waist as you grind on her WASHBOARD FUCKING ABS

She will let you do Anything to her and on her bc this woman is just Completely weak and devoted to you :(((( even just watching you do whatever you wanted, grinding on her in some way or other, has her close already bc she LOVES the feeling of your body, your presence, on her. You doing so already counts as a reward for her LOL but reward her even further by fingering her or eating her out and you'll see her spilling overstimulated tears she tries to wipe away 😝. All that training as a Hunter and all the years she lived and yet she starts crying Now over you bringing her to orgasm so lovingly??? Ohhhh you are her number 1 weakness in Every Way 🙂‍↕️ which as much as she doesn't want to HAVE weaknesses, she Cannot let go of you for the life of her 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

Being jealous of Miyeong is so real though BAHAHA Celine can't help but bring Miyeong up, esp with Rumi, but god DAMN does this woman want to sleep outside 😁😁😁😁😁 every day she does 100% prove and reassure you that she loves you, her wife, and no one else :3c but MAN. I do hc that she's a little bit of a rat sometimes (much more so when she was younger but age and her experiences kinda sucked the whimsy out of her so she's Like This Now) so she does do it on purpose from time to time to see your reactions (and maybe rile you up a little) LMAO. That's only after a genuine talk about it at some point though, when she knows you're actually fine with it 🙂‍↕️ she'd never want to push you to the limit ever!! She loves you too much for that—upsetting you would genuinely destroy her