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Rumi was in trouble.
Not the risky, might die any moment kind of trouble. Ever since they’d sealed the Honmoon three months ago, the demon activity had been pretty much non-existent. But the kind of trouble that would lead to some very awkward conversations that she definitely didn’t want to have, and maybe a restraining order if she wasn’t careful. Because what kind of normal, sane, well adjusted human being got a boner just from cuddling with her best friends?
Zoey and Mira knew, of course. After they’d made up, the three of them had had a very long, very emotional talk about all the things that Rumi was hiding, and she’d shared that, thanks to her demon blood, she’d been born with an extra member between her legs. She had wanted to tell them, to stop lying about everything, but Celina had forced her to hide everything. She told them that their mentor had Rumi believing that she was too different and that she’d never be accepted for who she really was. That revelation had angered Zoey and Mira more than she’d expected, and Rumi ended the conversation trying to convince them not to burn Celina’s house down in the middle of the night. But her real surprise was how easily Zoey and Mira had accepted her, all of her, despite what Celina had told her. And ever since then, the three of them have been closer than ever.
Which was what had led to the situation Rumi was in right now.
Rumi was currently sandwiched between Zoey and Mira on their couch, watching some silly animal documentary Zoey had chosen, the light from the tv casting them in a blue glow. The three of them had been simply enjoying their last night of freedom before they began working on their comeback tour, talking and giggling between each other all night. Now, the documentary was almost over and Rumi was the only one still awake. On her right, Zoey was mumbling in her sleep, her head glued to Rumi’s shoulder, gripping her arm with both hands and drooling a little bit. And on her left, Mira had her arm around Rumi’s shoulder, her head tipped back as she let out a soft snore, pressed against Rumi’s side and leaving no room for escape. So of course, now was the time for the universe to decide to play the world’s cruelest trick on her.
Rumi could feel how taunt her pajama shorts had grown, her member straining against the fabric, trying to be released. If she’d been wearing her normal, thicker pants and hoodie, she might have been able to hide it, but lately she’d been more comfortable in her own skin and had opted for light shorts and a tank top that showed off a good majority of her patterns. The worst part was that nothing inherently sexual had caused the issue at hand. It had simply been a result of Mira’s leg moving in her sleep, causing her thigh to rub against Rumi’s. In the process, Mira’s gown had hiked up her leg, and Rumi had felt the warmth of skin-on-skin contact as their thighs touched under the blanket they were all sharing. That was all it had taken. Just a fleeting moment of warmth, and Rumi’s member sprung to life like it popped out of a pop-up book. And now Rumi was sporting a very painful hard on with no way out for the foreseeable future.
Rumi bit her lip, groaning quietly. This was so embarrassing. To be trapped here, unable to move without revealing her issue, but knowing that she couldn’t just sit here. She needed to get to her room where she could deal with this little problem of hers without alerting her friends to her predicament. Zoey and Mira might be accepting, but it’s one thing to be okay with your friend having a dick, and another to be okay with her popping a boner right next to you while you sleep.
It didn’t help that Rumi had recently realized that she had a major crush on Mira. She had always been close with her, but lately Rumi had noticed that she had gravitated towards Mira more and more. That she craved her attention, and when Mira smiled at her, it made her heart pound in her chest. But Rumi knew she could never act on those feelings, because the last thing she’d ever want to do was ruin her friendship with either Zoey or Mira just for a little crush. And Mira finding out Rumi had a crush on her like this? It would do irreparable damage, that Rumi was sure of. So, she needed to get out of this situation, and fast.
Rumi took a breath and considered how hard it would be to detangle herself from Zoey and Mira without waking them. Zoey, she felt confident she could detach without too much difficulty. The rapper was a notoriously heavy sleeper. Rumi couldn’t name the number of times her and Mira had spent several minutes trying to shake her wake when she slept through her five alarms in the morning. But Mira on the other hand…Mira could hear a pin drop on the other side of their massive apartment while in a dead sleep and be awake in seconds. Rumi suspected it was probably a trauma response to fighting demons for a living, but she never pushed the issue. Mira had her ways around it, and had built up good sleeping habits. But all of her ear plugs were in her room and of no help to Rumi right now.
Rumi sighed, gripping the blanket hard as her member throbbed painfully. She needed to just move. She looked over at Zoey, smiling softly at how adorable she looked, then oh so carefully pried the younger girl’s hands off her. Zoey mumbled something in her sleep about abs, smacking her lips softly and Rumi held back a snort. Then Zoey finally let go and flopped over, letting out a loud snore.
Rumi froze at the sound, heart pounding. Next to her Mira shifted, her breath pausing for a moment, before she muttered something intelligible and resumed snoring. Rumi let out a long, quiet sigh, thanking the heavens for her luck. Then she slowly pulled the blanket back from her lap and tried to stand without waking Mira.
Only for Mira to decide that now was the perfect time to turn over completely and throw her other arm over Rumi’s waist while tucking her head into the crook of Rumi’s neck and nuzzling her softly. Rumi froze immediately, her entire body ridged. Mira adjusted once more, then settled with a soft hum, her breath tickling Rumi’s neck.
Fuck Rumi thought, still as a statue. This can’t get any worse.
Apparently, the universe decided to take that as a challenge, because Mira shifted again, only this time the back of her hand brushed the tip of Rumi’s boner, and her reaction was immediate.
Rumi let out a choked sound that was somewhere between a moan and a squeak, her eyes fluttered just for a moment as a bolt of pleasure rocked through her entire body. Her thigh twitched hard, and she practically jumped out of her skin. At the same time, Rumi’s patterns came to life, pulsing a deep magenta color, filling the room with a soft pink light. Mira frowned against Rumi’s collar bone, then lifted her head too look up at Rumi with a slightly annoyed and sleepy glare.
“Rumi?—”
Rumi didn’t give Mira a chance to finish. She stood up in a flash, taking the blanket with her and pressing it as nonchalantly as she could to her crotch to hide her shame. She stood so fast, Mira didn’t have time to react, and she ended up falling face first into the sofa with a grunt.
“Rumi, what the hell?” Mira grouched, pushing herself up to fully glare at Rumi now. Zoey remained completely unconscious, snoring intermittently. “You could have warned me you know, I was really comfor—wait, are you okay?”
Rumi had turned to put her back towards Mira as she spoke. She was currently trying to devise and escape plan when Mira’s concerned question hit her ears. Rumi bit her lip. She could tell Mira was worried, like the good friend she was, but there was no way she was about to tell her the truth right now. Rumi paused then put on a large, unconvincing smile and turned halfway to face Mira.
“Yeah! Yup! Totally fine. I’m just really tired,” she lied, giving a fake yawn. Mira didn’t say anything but she gave her an unamused look. “I’m just going to head to bed. Goodnight!”
Before Mira could respond, Rumi all but ran from the room, blanket still pressed against her. She reached her room quickly, shutting the door a little too hard behind herself, then pressed her head against the wood. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and her dick ached, and she was completely mortified by the fact that she had almost been caught. She took several long breaths, trying to calm herself, then pushed off the door and walked over to her bed.
She didn’t get more than three steps from the door when it opened, and a flash of pink dipped inside. Rumi spun just in time to see Mira as she frowned at her, closing the door behind herself.
“Rumi, I get that you’re still getting used to sharing your feelings, but you can’t just run off on me like that.” Mira said, her voice low and tinged with a little bit of annoyance. “I thought we were working on talking to each other.”
“Mira—” Rumi started, but Mira held up a hand stopping her.
“You don’t get to do this anymore. You don’t get to hide from us anymore. From me. I won’t let you.” Mira started walking more into the room, and Rumi’s eyes widened.
“Mira please—”
“No way, I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong,” Mira said, stilling moving closer. “What the hell was that, Rumi? Did you have a nightmare or something—?”
Mira stopped completely. Her eyes had dropped down while she was talking, and now they were focused on something else. Something below Rumi’s belt. Rumi blushed a deep red, her hands moving to cover her crotch, but the damage was done.
“Oh.” Mira said, and Rumi could have died on the spot. Mira held her stare for a moment longer, then seemed to realize she was staring and looked away with a light blush. “I see. I guess it wasn’t a nightmare after all…”
“It’s not what it—I didn’t mean to—I’m sorry,” Rumi fumbled over her words, looking down. Mira’s eyes widened at the apology, and she shook her head, looking at Rumi again, though her eyes stayed firmly on Rumi’s face.
“Hey no, it’s okay!” Mira said taking another step closer before stopping. “It’s totally natural right? Don’t be embarrassed.”
“Easy to say when you’re not the one dealing with it…” Rumi muttered, looking away.
“Right…” Mira said. She paused then sighed. “I, uh, I’m sorry for busting in on you. I guess I just got a little insecure about the last time I saw you run away.”
Rumi looked back up and saw that Mira was looking over her shoulder, a faraway look in her eyes. Both of them remembering the Idol Awards for a moment with a shudder. Then Mira shook her head and gave Rumi a soft smile.
“I should probably go so you can, you know, take care of that.”
Rumi flushed again, her mouth dropping open in horror.
“Mira!” she gasped, scandalized. Mira only smirked, and Rumi covered her face with one hand, wishing she could evaporate on the spot. “Oh my god, this is so embarrassing.”
Mira only laughed, and after a moment, Rumi felt her own lips turn up in a smile. It was pretty funny, all things considered. Soon, they were both laughing hard, Mira bent over at the waist, tears running down both their faces. Eventually, they calmed to a soft chuckle, Rumi’s embarrassment forgotten.
“I’m sorry for running,” Rumi said, wiping her eyes with a small smile. “I just didn’t want to put you or Zoey in an uncomfortable spot.”
“Rumi, you’re our best friend. The only uncomfortable spot to be in is the one where you don’t talk to us,” Mira said, her eyes soft and warm. Rumi bit her lip, a small spike of guilt hitting her, before she nodded.
“I’ll try to remember that,” she said, looking down. It was quiet for a long moment. So long, that Rumi thought Mira might have left. But then she heard a shift and she looked up, only to see Mira staring at her other hand, which was still firmly clasped over her boner. “…Mira?”
Mira didn’t say anything, though her blush had deepened and her breath seemed a bit more shallow than it was before. Rumi watched Mira’s tongue swipe across her bottom lip, and her cock pulsed at the sight. Then Mira looked back up to Rumi’s face, her own settling into a neutral mask, but there was something new swirling in her eyes. Something Rumi had never seen before. Mira didn’t speak at first, almost as if she was contemplating something. Then she seemed to make a decision.
“You know…that looks really painful. I could help you. If you wanted,” Mira said softly, her voice a low rumble. Rumi froze, eyes going wide. Surely Mira didn’t mean what she thought she meant.
“Help…me?” Rumi repeated, her voice just as low. Mira nodded, taking a step forward. Rumi mirrored the action backwards, her breathing becoming shallow.
“Yeah,” Mira breathed. She paused and bit her lip, then stepped forward again, and again, until Rumi’s legs hit the bed. “I could take care of it for you.”
Rumi swallowed heavily, her heart pounding in her chest. The bed pressed against the back of her legs as she looked up at Mira, who was now towering over her. Her cock, which had begun to soften a bit, hardened immediately at the offer. If possible, Rumi was even harder than she was before, aching in her pants for relief.
“I-I…you don’t have to—I would never ask that of you,” Rumi stuttered. Mira only cocked her head to the side curiously.
“I know,” she said nonchalantly. Then she grinned, a dangerous and hungry look in her eyes. She reached up to tuck a lose strand of hair back into Rumi’s braid, her fingers trailing down the side of her jaw before she retracted them. Rumi shuddered at the soft feeling, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment. Then she felt Mira’s breath against her ear. “But I want to.”
Rumi couldn’t help it. She whimpered. It was soft, barely even a sound, but it was enough to earn a larger grin from Mira as she pulled back. Rumi’s eyes shot open at the sound, and she felt her entire body flush. At the same time, her patterns pulsed that same magenta color again, and Mira’s eyes lit up.
“Interesting. I didn’t know they changed color like that,” she murmured. Then her eyes met Rumi’s and she raised her eyebrows in question. “So…was that a yes?”
Rumi bit her lip, her heart racing as she tried to catch her breath. She couldn’t deny that she wanted this. So very much. Not with the way her body was reacting to everything Mira was doing. But could she say yes? Would it ruin things? Was Mira being serious or was this all just a joke—
“Ow!” Rumi exclaimed, rubbing her forehead where Mira had flicked her. Mira, for her part, only crossed her arms, an amused look on her face.
“I can hear you overthinking, Rumi,” Mira said, and Rumi scowled. Mira only rolled her eyes, then put a soft hand on Rumi’s chest, pushing her until she sat on the bed with a soft thump. Rumi followed her silent direction without resistance, looking up at Mira with large eyes.
“Don’t think, just be here in the moment,” Mira said. Rumi hesitated, swallowed, then nodded once. Mira grinned, leaning down until she was face to face with Rumi. She ran a soft thumb over Rumi’s lips, earning a soft gasp. “Good girl.”
Rumi’s jaw fell open and a moan caught in her throat. That was the single hottest thing Mira had ever said to her. Mira grinned, clearly pleased by the response. Then she slowly sank to her knees in front of Rumi, her hands resting on her thighs. The warmth of Mira’s hands against her skin as her shorts rode up made Rumi’s breath hitch, her eyes never leaving Mira. Her hands gripped the sheets at her side tightly, but she didn’t move.
“Is this okay?” Mira asked, pushing Rumi’s legs apart to make room for herself, her fingers playing with the legs of Rumi’s sleep shorts. Rumi nodded, throat bobbing. “I need audible confirmation, pretty girl.”
“Yes,” Rumi half whispered, blushing at the complement. Mira licked her lips at the response, then pushed her fingers underneath the edges of the shorts, before dragging them back down to Rumi’s knees. The feeling of her nails trailing on Rumi’s skin made her shiver, her eyes fluttering slightly. Then she felt Mira’s hand brush her bulge and she gasped, her eyes flying open. Her gaze dropped back down, and she watched as Mira’s hand gripped her dick through her shorts gently.
“F-fuck,” Rumi cursed, her pupils dilating. Her patterns pulsed in response as well, bathing Mira in soft pink light. The feeling of Mira’s hand on her was indescribable. It felt so good, being touched like this. But it wasn’t enough and her dick throbbed, needing more friction.
“So sensitive,” Mira murmured, her eyes never leaving Rumi’s stomach where her tank top had ridden up. Her free and reached up for her fingers to brush against the patterns there, Rumi’s abs flexing under her touch. “Is this the first time someone’s touched you like this?”
Rumi nodded, biting her lip hard. A stern look from Mira, though, had her breathing out a quiet “Yes.”
Mira nodded, palming her fully, her eyes sparkling. “Do you want me to stop?”
Rumi moaned at the pressure, her hips canting up into Mira’s hand involuntarily. She swallowed hard and shook her head at the question, slowly losing the last of her control. Maybe this was a bad idea, maybe they’d regret it later, but right now, Rumi wouldn’t stop this for the world.
“No, god no” she gasped her head tilting back.
“That’s my girl,” Mira purred approvingly, stroking Rumi with more purpose now, but keeping her touch feather light. “Just relax and let me take care of you.”
Rumi’s mind was in overdrive, her synopsis firing over and over again in pleasure as Mira stroked her through her shorts. Soft gasps and sounds fell from her lips, and her eyes squeezed shut. Below her, she felt Mira shift and she felt the lightest touch of lips on her left knee. The feeling sent a jolt through Rumi’s body, earning a soft chuckle from Mira. Then, without warning, Mira’s hand lifted from her, all the pleasurable sensations stopping immediately.
Rumi’s eyes opened the moment the feeling stopped, and she couldn’t stop the low whimper she let out, hips following Mira’s hand. Only for her breath to stop completely as she watched Mira reach up to the waistband of her shorts, tugging at them gently but with purpose.
“Still good, Princess?” Mira asked, her voice huskier now, her own pupils large and dark. Rumi swallowed hard, her head jerking up and down sharply, before remembering she needed to speak.
“Yes,” she hissed, lifting herself up to assist Mira as she dragged the shorts down her legs, leaving her in just her small, black cotton panties she’d worn to bed. Mira palmed her again, squeezing a little harder this time and earning a groan from Rumi, before she repeated the process with her underwear until Rumi was fully nude from the waist down. The moment her dick was free of the fabric, Rumi let out a soft sigh of relief, and Mira’s eyes went wide.
“Wow, Rumi. I didn’t know you were hiding all this from us,” Mira said, her eyes lighting up like she’d just hit the jackpot. “You could feed a small country with this thing.”
Rumi’s entire face lit up a bright red color and she covered her eyes with a snort.
“Miraaa,” she wined, earning a laugh. Rumi pulled her hand away, her retort sharp on her tongue, when suddenly all her thoughts went right out the window.
Mira’s hand was on her again, but now, without the barrier of clothing between them, her skin was flush against her dick, warm, soft and inviting. Rumi let out a choked sound, her breathing fast, her dick physically throbbing at the feeling. Mira grinned, her eyes locked on the cock in her hand, her other hand resting on Rumi’s thigh. Then she began to stroke Rumi, softly and slowly at first, almost as if she was relishing the weight of her in her hand.
“You’re so hard, Rumi,” Mira half whispered, her voice raw and filled with a deep hunger. “You must have been in so much pain.” She looked up at Rumi then, her hand moving a little faster now. “Does it feel good? My hand on your cock? Does it help?”
“Yes, f-fuck, yes” Rumi muttered, her arms shaking from how hard she was gripping the blanket. She couldn’t even feel embarrassed at the way Mira was talking to her, she was so far gone already. And surprisingly, the filthy words seemed to only make her more turned on, if that was even possible. Her patterns were fully magenta now, pulsing in time with Mira’s strokes, each one making them brighter and brighter. Rumi’s jaw fell open and her hips began to move with each stroke. It felt so. Fucking. Good. Not even her own hand had brought her this much pleasure the few times she’d actually tried to touch herself. This was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. She felt like she was in heaven. Rumi began to moan a little more, her breath coming in harsh pants now. She was already so close. “Mira, don’t stop.”
“Not for the world,” Mira breathed out. Then she looked up at Rumi with a mischievous grin and Rumi’s heart stuttered in her chest. “But I think I know something that might feel even better.”
Rumi didn’t even have time to think about asking what she meant, because something warm and wet ran up the length of her dick as Mira licked her from base to tip, before her lips engulfed the tip. Rumi’s entire body went ridged as white hot pleasure shot through her.
“Oh fuck—” Rumi moaned loudly, her voice raising an octave higher and almost echoing in the room from the volume of it. Rumi slapped her hand over her mouth, cheeks burning, eyes flicking to her bedroom door. Zoey might be a heavy sleeper, but that had been loud.
Mira, for her part, didn’t seem phased at all. If anything, the sound had only encouraged her to keep going. She took more of Rumi’s dick in her mouth, her hand continuing to stroke what she hadn’t devoured yet, before stopping halfway down and pulling back up. When she dropped down again, Rumi moaned once more, the sound turning into a soft cry that was muffled behind her hand. As good as Mira’s hand had felt, this was exponentially better. Hot and wet and oh so warm. Then Mira moaned as well, her throat vibrating around Rumi and the feeling of it caused Rumi’s eyes to roll back into her head.
Rumi was moaning uncontrollably now, the sounds still muffled behind her hand, and her hips fought against her to move more of herself down Mira’s throat. Mira continued to bob her head slowly, savoring the taste of Rumi on her tongue. When she noticed Rumi holding back however, she stopped, much to Rumi’s dismay, and pulled her cock from her lips with a soft pop. A single strand of saliva connected her lips to Rumi’s cock, and the sight almost made Rumi come on the spot.
“Don’t hold back, baby,” Mira purred, her hand still working Rumi’s member, moving faster than before. The slickness left from her saliva made the feeling of it so good it was almost torturous. “I want to hear how good I make you feel.”
“B-but…Zoey—” Rumi stuttered, only for Mira to grip her dick hard and cause her to whimper loudly.
“It wasn’t a request, Rumi,” Mira said firmly, her voice low and dangerous. Rumi took a sharp breath, eyes wide, before nodding slowly and removing her hand from her mouth. Mira grinned widely then, kissing the tip of Rumi’s dick. “Very good, Princess.”
The praise struck Rumi to her core, and her hips bucked into Mira’s hand. Mira grinned again, clearly pleased with how easily Rumi had become a puddle in her hands, before taking Rumi back into her mouth. Only this time, she didn’t stop halfway. She continued all the way down until her lips pressed against Rumi’s base in one fell swoop.
Rumi gasped then moaned louder than she had all night, no longer worried about Zoey hearing. All she cared about was how good it felt to have Mira’s throat constrict around her, all of her, consequences be damned. Her hand instinctively dropped to Mira’s head, gripping her hair lightly, fingers massaging her scalp. Mira moaned in approval, earing another low moan from Rumi. Then pulled back halfway, choking a bit on Rumi, and plunged down again, gaining a fast-paced rhythm that had Rumi all but crying. Lewd sounds began to fill the air, wet and untamed, and Rumi couldn’t help but enjoy listening to them as Mira fucked her with her mouth.
Rumi didn’t know how much longer she could last like this. The way Mira felt wrapped around her, the vibrations as Mira continued to moan and choke on her cock, the visual of Mira’s lips taking all of her in. It was too much, and Rumi could feel herself reaching her peak much too quickly. She could feel herself falling apart. Her patterns had stopped pulsing and were now simply beacons in her dark room, glowing in her ecstasy. Unbeknownst to her, her left eye had also changed, turning demon gold and shimmering in the light of her patterns. The hand that wasn’t holding onto Mira for dear life had elongated to sharp claws that ripped at her bedsheets, leaving large gauges in the fabric.
But none of that mattered. All that Rumi cared about was how close she was to spilling herself.
“M-Mira,” Rumi stammered, trying to warn Mira even as her words were broken by another gravely moan. “Mira I-I’m c-close”
Mira didn’t give any indication she’d heard Rumi, her head still bobbing up and down. If anything, she seemed to speed up her actions. Rumi began to panic even as moans and whimpers continued to fall from her without stopping. She was close, so close, she was about to burst. She tugged at Mira’s hair, trying to pull Mira back before she emptied herself in her mouth.
“Mira I-I’m” she choked out, her hips rutting up once, then twice. “Fuck I’m—”
Suddenly Mira grabbed Rumi’s balls and squeezed and that was all it took
Rumi felt her dick pulse once, and then she came. Hard. Her seed spilling from her in long, hot ropes, filling Mira’s mouth so much that some of it came spilling down the sides of her mouth. Rumi let out an inhuman scream as she came, Mira’s name on her lips as her world went white with pleasure. Around them, the Honmoon reacted, pulsing a bright pink that matched the color of Rumi’s patterns, which had gone supernova against Rumi’s skin. The room lit up in a pink hue, casting away every shadow in the room.
And through it all, Mira kept going, kept sucking, her head bobbing up and down as she helped Rumi through her orgasm. Rumi felt Mira swallowing everything she gave her, the sound of gulping filling the space between them, and her dick jerked, more cum spirting from it. It was the single hottest sound she’d ever heard. And then Rumi lost herself to the pleasure of it all, all thoughts gone from her mind.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, Rumi felt her body relax. Her member softened in Mira’s mouth, and she collapsed back onto the bed in a pathetic heap, her body literally vibrating. Her chest heaved, and she saw spots dancing in her vision. She had never once come so hard before in her life.
“Holy…fuck…” she panted, her voice raw and gravely.
Through her haze of post orgasm bliss, Rumi felt Mira removing her member from her lips with a chuckle and she flinched at how sensitive she was now. Rumi pushed herself up on her elbows, looking down at Mira, who was still on her knees in front of Rumi. Mira looked right back up at her, eyes dark, cheeks flushed, and hair a mess from where Rumi had held it. To Rumi, she had never looked more beautiful. Then Mira used one finger to wipe the cum from the side of her lips where it had spilled out and brought it to her mouth with a hum. Rumi’s jaw dropped, her dick twitching lightly at the sight, and Mira grinned at her. Then Mira stood slowly, stretching a bit.
“Goodnight, Rumi,” she said, a hint of playfulness in her voice. And before Rumi could protest, Mira turned and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her with a click.
Rumi stayed where she was, half naked, panting and sweaty, her body tingling from the best orgasm she’d ever had, blinking in confusion. Then she fell back again, bringing a hand to her face with a groan.
What the hell just happened?