Chapter Text
It happened in the middle of sex, which, all things considered, is probably the best time it could’ve happened.
Rumi was behind her, clutching her hips for dear life as she thrust in and out of her. Each time their bodies met, the leather straps of the harness rubbed against the skin of her ass deliciously. Her face was buried in the back of Zoey’s neck, mouthing at it between her groans.
Mira was in front of her, rubbing her clit with her fingers. With her other hand, she held Zoey’s face, keeping her from slumping over from how overwhelmed she was with pleasure. Their faces were mere inches away, but each time Zoey tried to lean in for a kiss, Mira would lean back, just out of reach. She would place a line of delicate kisses up and down her throat, whispering sweet words in her ear. The look on her face was that of adoration.
“Babygirl,” they kept calling her, and maybe that, mixed with how overstimulated she was, and how strong Rumi’s hands were and how sweet Mira was being, made it so easy for it to slip out. Maybe it pushed the words to the tip of her tongue, waiting for just the right trigger-
“Yeah? You like my fingers, babygirl? You want more?”
And there it was.
“Yes, Mommy, more, please!”
Everything ground to a halt. There was a sharp gasp next to her throat. Mira’s fingers stilled their motions, although they cruelly remained pressed against her clit. Zoey cried out in anguish and tried to buck her hips into them, too overwhelmed to process what she had done, whining when their movements were halted by firm hands.
Rumi, too, halted her thrusts just as she had plunged all the way inside. The feeling of being full, the pressure of the fingers on her clit, and those two strong hands stopping her from moving; all of it helped drive her into the second slip of the tongue.
Grabbing mindlessly behind her and somehow managing to get a hold of one of the straps of the harness, Zoey pulled on it, pressing her head back against Rumi. Her mind completely melted now by desperation, she cried out, “Please, Daddy! More! Move!”
There was a strangled noise from behind her. The two hands gripping her tightened their hold.
Neither of them were moving.
Neither of them were moving-
“PLEASE, MOMMY, DADDY, I NEED YOU!”
It was as though the words were a light switch that had flipped them back on. In tandem, the two of them snapped back into action.
Mira’s fingers began moving at a breakneck pace, while Rumi’s thrusts were faster, harder. Zoey jerked forward in pleasured shock, her head dropping forward onto Mira’s shoulder, and shuddering as hot lips brushed against her left ear. In it, a rough, deep voice whispered, “Yeah? You like that? You like Mommy’s fingers pressing against your clit?”
“Y-yes, Mommy! I love it!”
“Good girl. My good babygirl.”
Another pair of lips pressed against her right ear, breath molten against it. Sharp teeth nibbled on the skin of her earlobe. The voice behind those lips rumbled as it said, “You’re taking Daddy so well, babygirl. So full with me.”
“D-Daddy! Harder!”
“Yeah. Yeah, harder, anything for you. So good for Daddy.” Rumi complied, hips almost bruising in how hard her thrusts were now.
A hand reached down and grabbed one of Zoey’s, pressing her fingers to something soft and dripping wet. Mira’s pussy, she recognized quickly.
“Mommy needs your fingers, babygirl. Fill Mommy up, sweetheart,” Mira’s voice was breathless, whining as Zoey’s fingers entered her, three all at once. Zoey was too lost in her own pleasure to move her hand, but it mattered little to Mira, who began riding her fingers on her own.
“Y-yes, baby, so good! Your fingers feel so good in Mommy's pussy!”
Rumi groaned appreciatively at the sight of her, turning to Zoey’s ear and saying, “Good girl. You’re filling Mommy up so well.”
And it was that praise, the sight of Mira on her fingers, and the sound of Rumi calling Mira “Mommy” that drove Zoey over the edge for the first time. Her back arched, her hips stuttering where they were trapped, and a loud whine poured out of Zoey’s mouth.
Her girls did not give her a break, however. Their paces remained relentless, and if anything, the sight of her orgasm drove them further into the depths of whatever Zoey had started.
Mira’s voice whined out, “Good! Good girl! You came all over Daddy’s cock so well!”
Rumi’s voice followed, “Mommy’s so hot, huh, babygirl? Her riding your fingers broke you, huh?”
“Daddy must feel so good inside you right now, huh, sweetheart?”
“Mommy’s pussy is so tight, isn’t it? Bet you wish you were tasting it.”
Their voices were growing ragged, Mira’s rising in pitch while Rumi’s lowered, signaling their upcoming climaxes.
“Fuck! You look so fucking good on Daddy’s cock!”
“Yeah. Use those fingers to fuck Mommy’s cunt, baby.”
“Harder! Fuck Mommy harder, sweetie!”
“Daddy’s gonna fuck you so good. Taking Daddy’s cock so fucking good, babygirl.”
“Make Mommy come-!”
“Daddy’s gonna fill you up so much-“
Shuddering between them, Zoey cried out, “Mommy! Daddy! Please, I’m-I’m gonna-“
She shattered, her whole body seizing up as her second orgasm rocked its way through her body. In front of her, Mira shouted, her head snapping back as her walls tightened around Zoey’s fingers, hips jerking in random spasms. Behind her, Rumi howled, her pace growing frantic as she rode out her own orgasm. It set off another spark in Zoey’s gut, and her second orgasm rolled into the third effortlessly.
A hand reached up, grabbing her nipple and tweaking it hard, a guttural moan behind her saying, “Good girl, good girl. Daddy’s good little fucktoy, Mommy’s good little sweetheart. God, you’re so fucking perfect for us, such a good, perfect girl-“
Zoey broke. Her vision went white as her fourth climax crashed over her, the hardest by far. She may have wailed. She may not have. She wasn’t sure. She was pretty sure she blacked out.
By the time her senses returned to her, they had collapsed to the bed together in exhaustion. Rumi had pulled the strap on out of her, and Mira had gotten off her fingers.
None of them were looking at each other. None of them spoke. Zoey had been laid gently in the middle of the bed, while Rumi and Mira had moved to either side of the massive mattress, facing away from each other. Rumi's arm was wrapped around her head, covering her eyes, while Mira had covered hers with her hand. Zoey, still coming down and a bit dazed, was startled by the distance at first.
Suddenly, her words from before registered in her brain. Mortification seeped its way into her mind, turning her face bright red, and she covered it with both her hands.
After several minutes of quiet, the only sounds being them catching their breaths, there was a rustling on the bed. Mira was the first one brave enough to speak.
“So, uh…what was that about?”
Zoey didn’t respond. Her voice was caught in her throat. Her body was shaking, and her face covered and hot.
“Zo? Oh, baby, it’s alright, don’t cry.” Mira’s voice was soothing as she spoke, and her long arms wrapped around Zoey’s side.
There was another rustling noise on the other side of her, and a soft gasp, before a second set of arms wrapped itself around her. “Oh, baby,” Rumi’s voice cooed, before she felt her kiss her forehead.
For a few minutes, they laid there, whispering comforting words in Zoey’s ear, before they finally managed to coax her hands away from her face.
“I’m sorry,” were the first words out of her mouth. Her voice was half-gone, ruined by four orgasms in a row, and further broken by crying.
Mira reached up and stroked her face. “What for?” On the other side, Rumi kissed her shoulder.
“For the-for that. The crying, the M-Mommy and Daddy thing,” her hands began the creep towards her face again, but Rumi and Mira both took one in their own before she could.
“Hey, you don’t have to apologize for crying. There’s nothing wrong with that,” Mira whispered.
Next to her, Rumi cleared her throat, sounding flustered. “And uh-you don’t gotta…apologize for the other stuff, either.” Both Mira and Zoey turned to look at Rumi, whose face was going bright red. Her patterns were glowing pink. Feeling their curious gazes on them now, she grew more flustered, reaching a hand up to rub at the back of her neck. “It was-it was really hot.”
Mira snorted, not unkindly. Zoey gaped. “You don’t think it’s embarrassing that I did that?!”
“No, I don’t. Besides, it would be hypocritical to think that, considering we’re in the same boat.” Rumi winced, “I called Mira ‘Mommy’.”
Mira whined, “I called you ‘Daddy’.”
Zoey whimpered, “I did both.”
The three of them groaned in unison.
Mira turned back towards her, “But seriously, though, what spurred that on?”
Zoey wasn’t sure how to even begin to explain that.
Did she tell them that it was because of Mira being so sweet, that it was her attention and care and love that Zoey didn’t ever have to beg for, unlike-
No.
Did she tell them it was because of Rumi being so soft, that it was her strong hands that could probably break concrete if she let go of herself, but that would never, ever be turned against her, that Rumi would never try to hurt her with, unlike-
No, definitely not that.
Both of those were a little too soul baring, would make her too pitiful in their eyes, and while she enjoyed their comfort, the last thing she needed was their pity.
So instead, she settled on three words.
“I felt safe.”
It was enough for them to understand. Their faces crumpled, and they both wrapped themselves around her, kissing her cheeks in tandem. She placed a hand on one of each of their arms, squeezing to let them know she appreciated their comfort.
A few seconds later, she groaned, “Now, can we please never speak of this again?”
A pause.
And then, on either side of her, two voices asked in unison, “Never?”