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The rain was coming down hard. It was sudden and drowning out everything in sight. Zoey was insistent that she didn't need a ride home, so Rumi and Mira had nothing to do but twiddle their thumbs until she got back home from the recording studio.
Mira's fingers softly drag up and down the side of Rumi's arm. Goosebumps trailing behind each swipe.
Pinching Mira's side, Rumi whines, "Stop, you know that tickles."
The smirk that paints Mira's face doesn't need to be seen, Rumi can feel it. Dropping her head until her lips brush the violet haired woman's ear, "Mmm, no can do, baby. I have to keep my hands on your arms."
Confusion warps her features. The question why screaming the loudest in her mind. Leaning her head back against Mira's shoulder, she looks up at her girlfriend.
"Why?"
Mira takes a noticeable inhale. Whether she wants another moment to organize her thoughts or come up with a lie, Rumi isn't sure. That is until Mira speaks. Her voice raw, hungry. "Because you ditching those turtle necks and baggy clothes, seeing those patterns across your skin," her exhale is shaky, "fuck—you make me horny."
Her confession doesn't shock Rumi at all. In fact, she should have guessed. Since the Idol Awards and everything that followed was world ending, but the love for her girls and their love back made everything good and right.
It wasn't long before the three of them made it official. Feelings had been mutual for years, so finally getting to act on them and kiss or cuddle or have sex. It was intoxicating.
With some significant wiggling Rumi moves herself to straddle the fuchsia haired woman. Mira's hands immediately resting on Rumi's hips.
The silence between them is charged. Energy barely containable, excitement about to boil over. Mira rolls her lips in and out, her gaze dropping to the violet hair woman's lips once before settling back on her eyes. Both of their pupils blow out already.
"Now, kitten, what's this?" Mira asks.
Rumi's cheeks turn rosy from the pet name. "You can't just say that."
"I can't call you kitten, baby girl?" Squeezing Rumi's hips when she says the word a second time. "I thought you liked being called that. Or are you my princess right now?"
Tipping her head forward slightly, Rumi takes a steadying breath.
Gathering all her courage she answers. "I'm your princess, your kitten, fuck- anything you want."
Right as Mira goes to speak her phone starts ringing. Her eyes don't leave Rumi, but Rumi's head turns towards the glowing screen. An adorable photo with a smiley Zoey fills the screen.
"Answer it, princess."
Rumi's hand moves slow but she manages to answer before the ringing stops. "Hi, baby."
The silence on the other end only lasts a second—probably Zoey checking that she didn't accidentally call Rumi instead—before she chirps up. "Hey, baby girl. On Mira's phone, hm?"
At the mention of her name, the fuchsia haired woman starts rubbing deep circles into Rumi's hips, dragging her thumbs inward towards her center. Her eyes glinting with mischief knowing what it does to her girlfriend.
Trying to replace the rising pleasure, Rumi bits down on her tongue. A barely there "mhm" passes her lips.
The temperature is rising. Something must be wrong with the air conditioning. Or there's a fire going. Or anything that doesn't have to do with her girlfriend's thumbs slipping under her pj shorts and brushing over her pussy. Don't think about it. Don't. Think. About. It.
Zoey must have picked up on the pitch of that singular noise because she immediately addresses her other girlfriend. "Mira, where are your hands right now?"
With dead seriousness, Mira answers, "I'm hoping soon they'll be knuckles deep inside her pretty pussy, but currently I'm patiently waiting to ask for her consent."
The words immediately drench the violet haired woman. Her wetness soaking her shorts. God she's so hot.
There's some significant shuffling going from Zoey's side of the call. After a few moments her screen goes black before flickering back to life with live video of her face instead.
"Turn on your camera." Zoey's voice is low.
Another wave of wetness drenches Rumi at the sound of her other girlfriend. Quick to fulfill the request, Rumi taps the camera icon and her face fills the small corner of the screen. Zoey's face is downright sinful.
Oh I'm fucked. It should be illegal to be so adorable and so fucking sexy at the same time.
"Eyes on me." Mira's voice, firm and serious, cuts through Rumi's thoughts. "Do you want to be fucked, Princess?"
Rumi starts nodding her head. Her thoughts already turning hazy.
"Words, baby girl, we need you to say it." Zoey prompts.
"Please," she sighs as she rolls her hips down on Mira, "fuck me."
That's all Mira needs to hear before raising Rumi up a bit to slide off her silk shorts. The sound of them hitting the floor almost nonexistent.
Once they're gone, Mira's long fingers run up from the bottom of her slit to her clit. Sweeping and spreading the wetness. Rumi's mouth falling out from the feeling.
Fuck. Oh, fuck.
"I haven't even touched you yet. Not really anyways." Mira chuckles.
"You know, she's sensitive, Mir. I'm sure we could even talk her into an orgasm. Like a no hands challenge." Zoey's smile turns feral. "Oh, we're definitely doing that."
Laughing, Mira adds on. "She'd probably come in 15 minutes."
"I'd give her 10 max." Zoey counters.
"Wha- please, I'd last at least-" Rumi's self defense is cut off as Mira presses her middle finger into her.
"Always so warm." She coos.
"Ugh, I want to be in her too."
Hearing her girlfriends voices only causes her pleasure to grow. Her eyes begin to close as warmth spreads through her limbs.
The single finger doesn't give Rumi that full feeling but it doesn't matter. Mira is inside her and that short circuits Rumi's mind enough. Pressing herself down onto her girlfriend's palm, swirling her hips, hoping to catch her clit on something.
The fuchsia haired woman knows all her tricks though and purposely keeps her hand positioned away from that bundle of nerves.
"Evil." Rumi whines.
Mira's hand moves in a flash. Wrapping around Rumi's neck, applying pressure but not enough to restrict her airway. Immediately, Zoey moans at what she sees.
"I want to see her. Do you want Mir to take your shirt off, baby girl?"
Rumi's reply is immediate. Strings of yes in both English and Korean as her head nods feverishly.
Mira waits a second, allowing her hand a first and final squeeze before dropping to the hem of Rumi's shirt, dragging it up. "Arms up, my love."
To make sure she doesn't drop the phone Rumi raises one arm at a time. It's not smooth but it is sexy. Sexy to see Rumi's breasts coming into view, sexy to see Zoey's eyes darken, sexy to hear the groan coming from Mira's mouth.
Rumi's oversized shirt is thrown clear across the large living room, leaving her naked. Mira slowly pulls her finger out to the last knuckle before pushing back in, her pace slow and languid.
No noise comes from Rumi's mouth but it's thrown open nonetheless. Pleasure coursing through her painfully slow.
"Please." Rumi begs.
"What do you want?" Zoey prompts her. Mira hums along her agreement to the question. Stilling her finger instantly.
Dissatisfaction flashes through Rumi. Her whine loud. If she could stomp her foot then she would have.
Of course her wonderful girlfriends would want her to be clear about what she wants and is okay with, but Rumi loves to hate those questions.
Lightly, Mira brushes the pad of her thumb against Rumi's clit. Her hips jumping from the stimulation.
"Answer her, kitten." The fuchsia haired woman says, her voice leaking amusement. "You wouldn't want to ignore Zoey, right?"
"Please," Rumi's voice shakes, "please more."
"The cars too loud, Princess. What did you say?"
Rumi knows that Zoey can hear her. She knows that Zoey has noise cancelling earphones in. And Rumi is absolutely, positively sure that Zoey just wants to deepen the blush on her cheeks.
She gives her lip a quick bite—something she knows drives both of her girlfriends particularly wild—before staring directly into the camera to see her flushed chest. Her state looks the furthest thing from ruined and she can't wait to change that.
"Ruin me."
Zoey and Mira have matching moans.
"Fuck," Mira exhales.
A second finger joins her other one. The speed steady but not fast by any means. She still hits a spot deep within Rumi every time. Her toes curling with each press against that spot inside.
All Rumi can think about is Mira's fingers. In and out. In. Out. In. Out.
Gripping Mira's arm, her nails dig in leaving crescent shapes, Rumi begs, "Faster, faster."
Her words fall on deaf ears. The hum of the engine her only reply.
She needs something. Either faster or another finger. Just more well… anything. A kiss, Mira's hand around her neck, something. Pleasure rising in her despite the fraction more she needs. All she can do is try again.
"Please, fuck, Mira, Zoey, please." Rumi's voice is pure pleading. "Please, faster."
Mira's phone shakes in Rumi's hand. Zoey's view now more of Rumi's boobs than her face. Not that Zoey would ever complain about that.
"Wow, Mira, you're going to torture her with this pace."
Holding in her laugh, Mira replies. "She hasn't asked for anything faster."
A string of sounds leave Rumi's mouth, none of them words. Not even half of a word.
The face Zoey makes should be criminal, complete faux concern. A fresh wave of arousal hits Rumi. Mira's fingers making a soft squelching sound from all the violet haired woman's wetness.
Fuck. That sound shouldn't be so fucking hot.
"She's just a little princess, Mir. You can't expect her to know what she needs. That's why she has us." Fuck, fuck, fuck. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you get what you need, kitten." Zoey soothes.
Rumi can't help but look at the phone screen to follow Zoey's tongue as it pokes out of her mouth and drags across her teeth. Her hips start to grind down on Mira's hand, searching, once again, for anything.
"Are you sure she deserves such a treat, Zo?" The question poses only to make a shutter run through Rumi. They know talking about her like she's not currently trying to get off on her girlfriend's hand shoves her further into the beautiful fuzzy haze.
And, of course, it works. Rumi squeezes down hard on the fingers inside her. Biting her lips to keep her moan back.
"I want to hear that gasp right before she moans deep and long. I want to see my girlfriend come apart on my other girlfriend's fingers." Zoey's voice pure power.
Mira gives a low laugh and tilts her head. Zoey can't see but Rumi does. Her heart stops beating. A single second of oh shit before a smile erupts across her face.
"How do you want it to start?"
"Keep your hand still. I want to see her get off herself."
"Personal sex toy then? Hm, okay." Mira gives a single click of her tongue to Rumi. "Get to work, baby girl."
Rumi physically swallows the whine that wants to be released. Shoves it so far down. The last thing she needs is to be edged all night. While she had spectacularly, amazing orgasms after, she absolutely does not ever want a repeat of Zoey and Mira taking turns driving her to the edge. Eighth circle of hell.
So she raises her hips before sinking back down. Continuing the movement a few more times before adding in a rocking motion.
Her eyes focus on the screen, correcting the view on the camera to show her face once again. Rumi is about to plead for Mira's help but her focus is ripped away to Mira's lips and the moan that she just released.
"Fuck, you're soaking me." The fuchsia haired woman's pupils are blown. Her eyes locked onto the spot where her fingers disappear between Rumi's thighs. "Zo, her clit is just staring at me. It's aching. I'm sure if I applied just the smallest pressure.." Mira's words falter off, leaving her sentence hanging.
Fuck.
"Fuck. You can't just say that." Rumi says before leaning forward and biting down onto Mira's shoulder—not enough to bruise but her teeth marks will stay there for at least a few minutes.
Zoey mutters quickly. "Do it."
That's all Mira needs before her other hand moves around Rumi's stomach before sliding downwards. Even with her flaring desire Mira keeps her pace. There's no rushing her.
Her fingers hit Rumi's patch of hair. Gently spreading her fingers through the curls. Mira loves that her girlfriends don't shave. The time Mira posted about being an explorer crosses Rumi's mind. All their fans had a field day decoding that before 'polytrix' was confirmed.
Soft and quiet, Rumi murmurs. "Baby, please."
Mira slides her fingers down, two fingers landing on Rumi's clit. Immediately her hips twitch. The stimulation heavenly.
The smile of Mira's face only causes another shiver to run through Rumi. Her fingers spelling out her name and Zoey's against her clit.
Quickly, Rumi's muscles begin to tighten and her breathing becomes more labored.
"Come on, kitten. Come for us." Zoey's voice is debatably loud for having a driver not far away, even with the sound proof divider Rumi is sure she put up.
The only thought in Rumi's head before she falls over the edge is 'Mira's always fucking right'.
Rumi gasps before her lungs forget how to breathe. Then her body shakes from her toes to her shoulders, head thrown back. Her pleasure hitting over and over as a moan is ripped from her throat coming from somewhere deep within.
Small shivers and twitches wreck Rumi's body as Mira drags out each second of pleasure. Stopping only once Rumi falls forward onto her, the violet haired woman's sweat slick forehead gluing to her shirt.
She reaches over to the hand holding her phone and gently pries it from Rumi. Lifting it until her own face and half of the back of Rumi's hair fills the camera. The fuchsia haired woman's face the picture of pleased as she bring her coated fingers to her mouth. Licking and sucking off every bit of what Rumi gave her.
"I can't believe you two couldn't wait until I'm back home." Zoey whines. "The driver is pulling up now. Don't leave that couch."
Mira's smirk beams. "Oh I wouldn't dare before you get a chance to taste her sweet pussy while I fuck you at the same time"
Beyond the overwhelming amount of horniness coursing through Rumi's veins there's also pure love. Love for her girlfriends who have her halfway to absolutely destroyed.
Zoey's true to her word and walking out of the elevator doors faster than should be possible. Ripping off her jacket and throwing it, ripping off her shirt and throwing it, trying to walk and peal off her jeans at the same time stumbling only a handful of times before throwing it.
She rounds the couch and immediately drops to her knees in front of her two girlfriends. Rumi's previously discarded shorts pressed under her knees, the silk extra soft.
Rumi's breathing stables though her eyelids are heavy. She leans against her girlfriend. Mira is the picture of sexy. Her hands protectively wrapped around Rumi. Not a single stand of hair is out of place, but her lips slightly parted as she breathes. The effect of her girlfriends on her clear.
Zoey's swallow as she takes in the scene is impossible to miss. Perched on Mira's lap like a prize is Rumi stark naked.
Zoey immediately opens her mouth, two of Mira's fingers pressing down on her tongue. The raven haired woman hums, looking up through her lashes.
Rumi clenches on nothing at the sight. Turning her head into Mira's neck as she groans.
Fuck, that's so hot, I could die happy right here.
"I thought I'd give you the honors of picking our next spot, so where do you want to go?"
Zoey looks around while leaving Mira's fingers inside her mouth. Her eyes crashing over every surface. She releases the soaked fingers with a pop. "Against the window."
Once again Rumi's heart stops for a beat—oh shit—before fluttering wildly in her chest, her smile taking up her whole face.
Zoey continues, "It makes her wetter. Being naked where she could be seen, somehow, someway."
I could die happy right there too.
Mira delivers a single slap to Rumi's ass. "You heard her. Go show everyone down below your sexy body."
Rumi's head spins. That haze long since settling after her orgasm. All she wants is to please, to be guided.
So, she slips off Mira's lap, both her girlfriends watching her with laser focus. The floor is cold on the bottom of her bare feet so she rolls up to the balls of her feet, tip toeing as she makes her way across the living room.
Reaching out to brush her fingers over the chilly floor to ceiling windows. The rain hasn't let up a bit. Still pelleting the glass, especially from this high up.
Rumi knows there's not a chance for anyone to see her from up here from the height distance alone, the rain only protecting her more, but fuck if she isn't thinking about it. Thinking about someone watching her girlfriends ravish her.
"Chest to the glass, princess. I want those nipples tight and firm for me when I get back." Mira's voice already turns her on during a normal day but Mira's voice mixed with those words.
The smile on Rumi's face is undeniable, her slick running down her legs.
Oh I'm soooo fucked.
Mira turns her attention to her girlfriend sitting below her, petting her head affectionately. "I need to go get the strap and your collar, puppy. While I'm gone, I want you to go over to kitten and feel her. No penetrating or tasting. Just touch. Don't let her come just see how much of that delicious wetness you can get out of her before."
Her eyes slide up and land on Rumi. Turning around so fast, Rumi clumsily collides with the glass before righting her feet. Making sure her chest is pressed completely against the window.
Damn that's cold.
Turning her head to the side to make herself comfortable, her ear seals itself against the glass. The rain is loud and drowns out everything else. She doesn't hear Mira walk away or Zoey crawl closer, but she sees it.
Arousal courses through Rumi. The sight alone of Zoey on her hands and knees, stalking towards her like a meal - no, like a dog bone has her legs shaking.
Zoey's words are soft and hard to hear. Rumi can only pick up "sexy", "wait", "still" and a few profanities mixed between.
So she listens to what she can and stays still as Zoey's finger starts at her ankle, twirling around the bone, before dragging her nail up the inside of Rumi's leg. Her nail is only a soft sting but intoxicating nonetheless.
Not one to waste time, Zoey gets to work. Her finger finds Rumi's center, the spot is wet and her skin warm. She presses up and down the side of her labia before moving more inwards. Listening to Mira and not once pressing inside her.
Quickly sliding forward she finds her clit. Enlarged and screaming for attention. Zoey's pace isn't fast but isn't slow. A nice medium that drives Rumi insane. Pushing back against her girlfriends finger.
Zoey isn't one to deny anything, especially pleasure, so she keeps her pressure but increases her speed. Rumi's legs full on shaking now.
Her girlfriend's mouth is moving and Rumi wishes she could hear what she's saying. Zoey is driving her right up to the edge before suddenly stopping.
Rumi is absolutely drenched as she sees Mira saunter back into the living room, strap snug to her hips. Her eyes are locked onto the scene in front of her. Rumi's hip wiggling searching for something more to push her off over the edge while Zoey's hands hold onto her hips and her mouth seconds away from biting Rumi's ass.
Mira and Rumi's eyes connect. Unfair, unfair, unfair. How can she look like that! The fuchsia haired woman's face is pure desire. Her strap glistening with lube that Rumi isn't so sure Zoey would even need.
And hanging off a single finger is Zoey's collar.
The moan that Rumi lets out is loud. Loud enough to stop Zoey's from biting her ass and glance up at her girlfriend. "Kitten?"
All Rumi can do is stare slack jawed as Mira closes the distance between them. Ever the Queen of consent, she asks, "Do you want your collar, puppy?"
With clear eye contact and her voice sultry, Zoey says, "please."
Seamlessly, Mira slips the collar around Zoey's neck. Leaving enough space for Zoey to breathe but coupled with the tightness she likes. Hooking her finger through the loop at the front, she tugs. A pitiful moan falls from Zoey's lips.
Rumi's knees choose that moment to buckle, but she can't even fall more than the tiniest bit down before Mira's hand is firm on her waist, her temperature a stark contrast to violet haired woman, holding her against the window.
"Who would have thought I'd find two messy little pets in here." Zoey and Rumi mewl at their girlfriend's words. "Ru, I want you to turn around. Press your back against the window, okay?"
Rumi nods her head and immediately completes her task. A small gasp leaving her as she presses back against the coolness. Mira licks her lips and leans forward, swiping her tongue across Rumi's erect nipples.
"What a good girl. You got them nice and pretty for me." Mira leaves open mouth kisses as she travels from the left to right nipple.
She moves to sit down on the floor. The strap standing tall sitting on her hips between her legs.
"I want Zoey to fuck me while I take you down my throat."
Both Mira and Zoey blue screen at Rumi's words before smiling at her. Rumi who's now covering her face because the last thing she expected was to let that thought become words.
"Next time, princess. Zoey whined a little too much to get that treat."
"Wha- I did not-" Zoey place significant emphasis on the final word, "whine." Mira must give Zoey a look because she's quickly changing her tune. "Next time, princess, promise."
Mira pats her lap once. "Think you can milk a baby out of me, Zo?"
"Think you can put a baby in me, Mir?" Zoey's sinks down onto Mira's strap. Her moan raw and deep.
Rumi can only imagine how good the stretch feels. She can't help the frown forming on her face, she loves that strap.
"Princess is jealous," Zoey snickers.
Reaching out, Mira rubs circles into Rumi's tense thigh. "I know you want it, baby girl, but how does Zoey eating you out sound?"
Rumi doesn't even need a second to consider. Parting her legs to expose herself. Her girlfriends' eyes glaze over at the view which in turn spurs Rumi further into her arousal.
Mira scoots herself and Zoey closer to Rumi. Placing her other hand between Zoey's shoulder blades as she pushes her forward into Rumi.
Spreading her legs wider as Rumi's hands descend to hold onto her raven locks. Pulling Zoey closer to snuggle her girlfriend's face between her thighs.
Rumi feels the softest licks against her folds. Kitten licks. "I thought you are a puppy." She says as she pulls on her girlfriend's hair.
Mira squeezes Rumi's thigh in warning. Kittens will always be the bottom of the food chain.
"Our kitten seems to have her claws out. Why don't you show her how much of a hungry little puppy you are."
The hand on Zoey's back moves down her stomach, Mira's fingers spreading and closing in the hair there before dipping lower and circling her girlfriend's clit. As she always does begins to spell out her own name followed by Rumi's against the bundle of nerves. A personal enjoyment Mira takes very seriously.
Sandwiched between her girlfriends is exactly the way Zoey likes to spend every second of the day. So she sucks and sucks. Sticking out her tongue to taste the wetness leaking from Rumi.
Zoey places one hand on Rumi's ass to pull her forward and the other on Mira's wrist to ground her as much as possible while her own pleasure builds.
"Bounce, Zoey. You're not gonna get your orgasm unless you're milking me."
Lifting her hips and slamming down, Zoey listens. Over and over.
"That's a good girl. I love watching your ass jiggle on my strap."
Zoey sticks her tongue into her girlfriend. She moans into Rumi's center as Mira lifts her hips into Zoey hitting that delicious spot.
Smacking Zoey's ass, Mira smirks. "I need to record the two of you one day. Then I'll play it for you while I rub your clits so slow that you'll be a puddle of want. A true mess."
Fuck, yes, please. Both of her girlfriends moan at Mira's words. The vibration courses through Rumi like fire. Burning her from the inside. More moans slip from her lips, impossible to stop even if she tried.
Zoey keeps bouncing, determined to get the shape of Mira to stay after the strap is gone. She starts nibbling on Rumi's lips between suckles and licks.
Rumi can tell the moment Zoey's plan deviates from the original; when her teeth graze over Rumi's swollen clit before gradually biting down.
"Shit! Shit!" Rumi screams as she throws her head back, gasping before her lungs feel like they collapse, coming all over her girlfriend's face.
Mira chooses this moment to push up deep into Zoey, pressing down hard on her clit, shoving her right over the edge along side Rumi.
"That's my girls. Come for me." Mira pace stays as twitch after twitch goes through Zoey. Each of her moans pushing Rumi closer to the edge of over-stimulation.
The moment small whines come from Rumi, Mira pulls Zoey off as she rides out the last of her orgasm. A quick glance to Rumi's face confirms her suspicions, Rumi breathes a loud sigh of relief. Mira then removes her hand from Zoey's clit to wrap around her throat as she crashes her mouth onto Zoey's, tasting their girlfriend on her tongue.
Holding onto Mira's wrist as Rumi lowers herself onto the ground, the three of them now a pile of heavy breathing and limbs on the floor.
Still dazed from Mira's dizzying kiss, Zoey watches as Mira moves from her lips to Rumi's. Soft groans and lip bites fill her senses.
With a pop Mira pulls back. "Is everyone okay? Does anything hurt?"
Zoey gives a quick thumbs up as Rumi mutters "a-okay."
Mira's smile is full of love. "Okay, I'm going to get the towels, water, and some snacks. You two keep your hot selves right here and figure out what movie you want to watch."