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It starts with the staring. 

It’s easy to figure out when someone is staring at you; the weight of a gaze is significant, and paired with the soft heat simmering within those dark pools of eyes, the sensation is akin to a trail of fire blazing a path across her skin. That, and Rumi’s demon senses are enhanced. Meaning she can pick up on the pair of eyes that have not left her since she woke up this morning. 

Huntrix’s dance studio is private and well-maintained for the number one K-Pop girl group in the country. Rumi gulps down some water as she lets her gaze roam across the floor-to-ceiling mirrors that span the length of the wall. It settles on Mira, their lead visual and dancer. Her long time friend. Her one of two girlfriends. Those eyes stare back at her through the mirror, and Mira simply raises a brow when Rumi catches her staring back. 

Instead it’s Rumi whose ears are flushing red, her heartstrings fluttering from being on the receiving end of Mira’s intense stare. There’s something swimming beneath the surface, something thick and heady, something Rumi hesitates on naming simply because they’re sort of out in a public space. It makes her shy, but… it also sends a sharp bolt of heat right to her core. Mira has always been intense whenever the subject of dance is involved. It makes sense seeing as the woman is actively involved in every step of the process of their viral dance choreographies. 

But this sort of intensity… Rumi bites down on her bottom lip, a little breathless from practice but also breathless from the way Mira’s staring makes her feel. 

There is warmth dragging all across her skin courtesy of Mira, and feeling the cool air conditioning on her bare shoulders is still a new sensation Rumi has to get used to. Tank tops and sleeveless crop tops have been a new addition to her wardrobe after the new Honmoon was established and everything was left in the air. But Rumi likes it, she likes being able to strut her stuff without judgement being casted. 

Rumi beats a retreat from Mira’s eyes, open palms feeling her overly warm cheeks, as her gaze sweeps to her own reflection in the mirror, gulping softly as she observes the muted purple patterns on her own shoulders. They’re iridescent when they catch the reflection of the studio lights, occasionally glowing like mini sparks of life, glimmering like cosmic stardust thanks to her sweat. Her arms are lean and strong, courtesy of intense choreos and the well-practiced skills of being a Hunter. Morning katas with her sword on the rooftop of the Huntrix tower have definitely brought out the muscle definition in her arms, and the physicality of demon hunting has never been nothing but a boon to her athletic figure and stamina. 

Rumi rolls her shoulders and sits up a little straighter, her tongue sweeping out across the seam of her lips as she inspects the patterns dancing across her arms; they’re jagged like lightning bolts, streaking across her muscles and curves, shimmering with violent and blinding light whenever she gets particularly worked up. Zoey theorizes that it might be attuned to her emotions, which totally makes sense given the rollercoaster ride that was the entirety of their epic battle saga with Gwi-Ma and everything that came along with the demon king. 

That warmth on her skin lingers and ah, it brings Rumi back to her peculiar situation; Mira’s been staring at her all day, the intensity in her gaze not dimming an ounce since they’ve been working on the choreography for their new song. In fact, her eyes have lit up ever since they’ve added some… hotter dance moves. 

There’s a new section where they’re practically grinding on each other as Zoey delivers her rap verse. And Rumi doesn’t know whether to be embarrassed or turned on by how easily it is to connect their bodies and sway her hips to the fast beat of their song. Zoey bares a wolfish grin every time she raps and circles them in the choreo, and Mira has been nothing but professional as she pulls Rumi’s hips against her own. 

It’s embarrassing, really—how Rumi’s belly flips at the feel of her ass slotting perfectly against Mira’s pelvis, how her breath hitches whenever she feels Mira’s hot breath puffing against the shell of her ear (she grumbles about their stupid height difference), how it feels like a wave of liquid heat is flooding her core as they grind against each other. 10 seconds of this dance choreo has never felt so long before in her life. 

“Let’s go again.” There’s a clap of hands signaling the end of their break and Rumi gulps as it echoes through the room, swallowing her feelings as anticipation slowly coils around her ankles. She feels it rising, creeping up her calves to settle in the pit of her belly. Warmth blooms in her stomach as she stands in position, a soft exhale as Mira approaches her. 

Her girlfriend stares at her, maintaining eye contact until it naturally cuts off when Mira settles behind Rumi. But then their eyes meet in the mirror, guided and locked by sheer magnetism, and Rumi feels her skin tingling from the way Mira looks at her—like a wolf circling prey, drooling and snarling teeth ready to devour her whole. 

Rumi suppresses a shudder, but she feels it dragging down her spine, a delightful sensation that has her cheeks warming and her core aching with a newfound need. 

“Ready?” Mira’s voice is soft and husky as she speaks directly behind Rumi, and it takes all of her not to flinch as the hot breath tickles her nape. A whine barely begins to build in the back of her throat when Zoey enthusiastically claps and hits the play button. 

A fast hypnotic beat fills the air and Zoey does her thing, spitfire rap spilling from her lips as she prances around the pair, exuding the air of swag and cocky confidence rightfully earned as she executes her rap verse flawlessly. Rumi watches proudly, awe sparkling in her eyes before muscle memory kicks in as the beat drops. Idol precision is ingrained in her body and Rumi’s dance is graceful perfection—and then Mira’s hands grip her hips (perfect slender fingers curling around her hip bones) and pull until Rumi’s ass is snugly fitted against Mira’s front. They sway in time, flawless rhythm syncing with the song, and the room feels like it just got ten times hotter. 

Mira never stops staring at her through the mirror, and at this point, Rumi can’t even look away from those dark eyes even if she wanted to. It’s mesmerizing, utterly hypnotic as they stare at each other, watching their bodies sway back and forth. They’re locked together, a piercing gaze reflected in the glass as Rumi grinds back against her girlfriend. Mira’s grip tightens, that divine pressure on her hips increasing, and Rumi’s breath hitches as she hears Mira’s gruff tone skimming along her neck. 

“Good. Just like that.” 

Mira’s voice itself sends a sinful shiver rippling down her spine, and Rumi’s eyes widen as flickers of silvery light begin to spark along her patterns. They dance across her shoulders before skimming down to her navel, perfectly framed by her crop top and the hem of her sweatpants. Rumi bites down on the swell of her bottom lip, her own hand crawling up to curl around Mira’s nape, clinging to bright red hair as she works her hips to the music. Half-lidded eyes watch the seductive image of themselves in the mirror, and Rumi exhales shakily as Mira matches her step for step, beat for beat. 

Sweat beads on her skin as they work through the choreography, and this time Rumi can’t stifle the breathy whine that spills from her lips when Mira flicks the tip of her tongue against her nape, the soft and warm sensation skimming along her hairline renders her to a blank state of mind. 

The whine is soft but audible. 

And everything comes to an absolute standstill. 

Shock settles over the room like a blanket, and realization follows in its footsteps a moment later. 

Three pairs of feet stop where they stand as the music continues playing, and Zoey is the only one smirking and snickering at her girlfriends while they are both red in the face. Mira is still staring at Rumi, and Rumi has her hands clasped over her mouth, wide-eyed as she subtly trembles in place. 

“Oh ho hooo! Should I leave you two alone or something? You’ve been like this since we left the tower.” A cheeky grin unfurls across Zoey’s face as she whirls around and sets her sights on the pair. She does a goofy little shimmy as she points finger guns at them and waggles her eyebrows in such a suggestive manner. Mira merely snorts and grins, uncaring that she’s being called out while Rumi practices her impression of a tomato. It’s really convincing given that her whole face is aflame. 

“Maybe we should take a break. Regroup in 30?” Mira murmurs as she hooks a finger on the collar of Rumi’s shirt, her tone sounding like she’s in a daze as her eyes feast upon the intricate markings along the width of Rumi’s back. Rumi in turn squirms but doesn’t object to the featherlight touch of Mira’s finger dragging along her nape. 

“Pfft! I’ll be generous and keep myself busy for an hour.” Zoey’s tongue sticks out as she whips out her phone, fingers flying at a breakneck speed as she messages their manager. She skips over to Rumi and Mira and gives them affectionate kisses, giggling at the fond smiles she receives in turn, and leaves the practice room like a whirlwind. “Oh, Bobby! Time for a snack run!” 

Playfulness slinks out with Zoey’s presence and the tension from earlier seeps back into the room, coiling thick in the air as soon as the door shuts with an audible click. Rumi feels her heartbeat rising, kicking in her chest with a rapid thump thump thump as she turns back to the sole person in the room. 

“Mira…?” 

Rumi freezes as Mira narrows her gaze at her, unable to look away as her feet step back with every stride her girlfriend approaches with. Their footsteps echo in tandem as they traverse the hardwood floor, loud compared to their heavy breathing. Mira marches like she’s on a mission, slow and methodical until she has Rumi’s back against the mirror wall. 

Their height difference is noticeable now, and Rumi has to crane her neck back to look Mira square in the eye. She almost drowns in those simmering pools of dark black, a whimper twisting on her lips before it dives headfirst. 

“Did you know… that you’re so damn pretty in these sleeveless shirts?” Mira’s voice is low and seductive, a hint of a growl present as she traces a fingertip along Rumi’s shoulder. The touch is warm, so warm, and it feels like pure electricity as Mira trails that finger along her collar, brushing up and down the bare skin of her neck before it settles right on her sternum. Mira taps her chest lightly but it might as well have felt like a blow of a hammer on her skin. She craves the touch of it, and the thought makes Rumi flush, unfamiliar with asking for such physical affection. 

Rumi’s voice quivers as she answers, “R-Really…?” 

She can’t help it, can’t help the way she can only focus on Mira’s touch, can’t help the way she can only focus on how good her lover’s touch feels on her skin. Has it always felt like this? Has the reveal of her true nature changed her perception? How does Mira make her feel so weak yet so secure at the same time? 

She doesn’t know the answer. 

Mira’s finger retreats in lieu of her hand cupping Rumi’s jaw, fingers splayed possessively along her jawline while her thumb brushes along the swell of Rumi’s bottom lip. Those eyes darken, a heat building deep in that simmering pool, and all of that attention fixated on Rumi has her trembling, whining yet preening under it, arousal pooling to the space between her thighs as a result. 

“Yes, baby.” Mira murmurs the pet name so affectionately as she leans down and rubs their noses together, soft and slow as Rumi’s knees tremble. The sharp cutting edge of desire paired with the softness of such affection makes Rumi feel weak, lightheaded from the way Mira pours these two emotions into her actions effortlessly. Her legs threaten to buckle if it weren’t for her being sandwiched between the supportive weight of the mirror wall behind her and Mira’s solid presence in front of her, caging her in. 

“Can I show you?” Soft lips graze her own as Mira purrs, the corner of her lips tugging up into a soft grin. Mirth shimmers in her eyes, and it holds Rumi captive, has her transfixed by how pretty her girlfriend looks right now, so damn attractive as she towers over her, that warm hand still cupping her cheek. 

Heartbeat pounding in her ears, Rumi can only nod as she stares into those dark eyes, sinking into the depths of liquid heat. She shudders at the blatant desire in Mira’s expression, her own heart fluttering knowing that Mira wants her so much. 

“Yes.”  

Breathless is her reply, and it’s all Mira needs before she surges forward, meeting Rumi’s mouth with her own. Their lips lock and the contact is electric. Muffled moans escape the slim space between them as they kiss, a soft whine set loose as Mira tilts her head and drags Rumi into a deeper kiss. A hot tongue licks into her mouth and Rumi moans, opening up eagerly as Mira’s tongue delves inside. Her girlfriend presses into her and Rumi feels hot and dizzy at the sensation, her hands clutching at Mira’s shirt, pulling her closer, eager to be pressed up against the wall by Mira’s own towering frame. She loses herself in the kisses, indulgent and heady, panting softly and drooling slightly at the corner of her mouth by the time Mira pulls back. 

A pause ensues as Mira takes in the sight of her girlfriend, blushing face and panting softly, purple hair slightly mussed up as Rumi fists the front of her shirt, eyes half-lidded as if she’s already lost in the pleasure given. 

“Oh… you’re lovely like this, Rumi. It’s a shame an hour isn’t enough for me.” Mira smirks, a wolfish grin that’s reminiscent of Zoey for a second before her hands come to rest on her girlfriend’s waist. Slender fingers envelop Rumi’s waist and Mira can almost hold the entirety of her waist; the thought brings a visceral reaction out of her. 

Mira growls as she squeezes at Rumi’s hips, squeezes hard enough to elicit a sharp gasp out of her girlfriend. She leans in and grazes her lips along Rumi’s jawline, kissing down her neck so she can nip at the lightning marks on Rumi’s throat. She kisses and leaves her own marks alongside the glimmering patterns, satisfied by how dark they are compared to Rumi’s pale skin. A ring of teeth is pressed to the crook of Rumi’s neck and shoulder, and the sweet hiss of pain mixing with a breathy moan sounds like music to her ears. Mira laps at the teeth marks slowly, chuckling at the way Rumi tugs at her shirt impatiently. She ignores her in favor of flicking the tip of her tongue along the indent of her own teeth. 

“Weren’t you going to show me something?” Half-lidded eyes stare back at her, clouded with pleasure and a spark of defiance. Mira chuckles and nips at the fluttering pulse in Rumi’s neck instead, amused by the yelp her girlfriend lets out. 

“Aren’t you a needy little thing?” Mira’s teasing lilt sounds pretty while her hand busies itself with yanking Rumi’s crop top and bra upward, bunching the fabric at her girlfriend’s collar while she takes a moment to admire her lover’s ample chest. Rumi’s blush extends down to her chest, deepening into a lovely shade of pink. Mira tells her so and chuckles at the embarrassed noise that Rumi releases. Her free hand caresses Rumi’s navel, brushing soft skin back and forth as she takes the time to trace the jagged patterns on Rumi’s sides, trailing up and up until she can cup a breast in her palm. 

Mira hums as her eyes admire Rumi’s chest, her gaze feasting on the swirl of patterns stemming from Rumi’s collarbones. The jagged lightning bolts soften to swirling graceful curves, shimmering marks glowing as they frame her chest so, so beautifully. 

“They’re softer here.” Mira remarks as she strokes at the slim flat space along Rumi’s sternum. 

“W-Where?” Rumi pants softly as she tries not to squirm under Mira’s touch. It feels good like this, and she struggles with the moan building in the back of her throat. Her head is dizzy with sensations, most of it being the physical touch. She’s not felt this much stimulation so intensely before. 

Dark eyes glance up at her, amusement swirling thick in those pools before Mira answers. She lowers her head to kiss at the valley of Rumi’s chest, “Right here, baby.” 

Soft, wet kisses are scattered across the tops of her breasts and Rumi feels even more breathless, her belly tightening with a coil of arousal as Mira looks her right in the eye while doing all that. Her hands fly up to clutch at Mira’s shoulders as her girlfriend presses her lips to her nipple, a sharp cry spilling out of Rumi as she feels it quickly pebbling against Mira’s lips. The back of her head knocks against the mirror wall, head thrown back in pleasure when Mira takes her nipple into her mouth, and the swirl of that wet, hot tongue along her sensitive bud has Rumi’s thighs squeezing together, a strangled moan ripping out of her throat as she feels her walls clench around nothing. 

Plentiful whimpers and moans spill out of Rumi as Mira lavishes her chest with attention. Kisses and licks and soft suckles are given, and Rumi’s face and neck and chest are a collective bloom of reddish hues in the span of a few minutes. 

“That’s… hah!”  

“Feels good?” 

“Y-Yes!” 

Mira hums before she switches to the other breast, taking the nipple into her mouth to suckle gently while her hand palms at Rumi’s chest, kneading and squeezing until her lover’s breathing deepens into ragged whines and moans. Mira moves her mouth down, paving a path of kisses down Rumi’s stomach while her hands roll hard nipples between her fingers. She kisses the lean line of abdominal muscles before nipping at Rumi’s left hip bone, she’ll leave the right for Zoey, and smirks at the thought of their maknae before sinking her teeth into soft skin. 

“A-Ahh!” Rumi’s hips jolt at the sensation, a choked moan spilling from her chest as pain and pleasure flood her brain. She opens her eyes and pants harshly as she peers down at Mira, and the sight of her lover lapping at the clear ring of teeth on the skin of her hip has Rumi weak. A fresh wave of arousal zips down her body like a bolt of lightning. The aching need in between her legs feels sharp and stinging, and Rumi whines breathily as she watches Mira kiss the mark repeatedly, reverently. And the thought of Mira being so gentle and thorough seems to spur her arousal on even further. 

“Mira…” Rumi’s voice is rough, tinged heavily with her own desire, as she calls out for her lover. 

Mira rests her cheek against Rumi’s hip as she gazes up at her lover, a sly smirk on her face. “Yes, baby?” 

Rumi can only gape, her cheek flaming as she stares down incredulously. 

“Use your words, leader-nim.” A teasing glint shines in Mira’s dark eyes as she kisses the warm skin along the hem of Rumi’s sweatpants, close but not enough for relief. 

“Mira, Mira… I-I need you, please!” Rumi sinks her hands into Mira’s hair, fingers scratching delightfully along her scalp before tugging at bright red locks, a sweet pleading expression on her face all the while. 

Mira freezes, starstruck by how stunning, by how utterly beautiful Rumi looks in this moment—pushed by lust and framed by her pretty patterns and Mira’s own marks on her sweaty, blushing skin. She swallows before obliging, pressing a lingering kiss right underneath Rumi’s cute belly button as her hands hook into her lover’s pants and pull them down. 

Black sweatpants lower to reveal smooth thighs and a pair of black lace underwear. They’re plain and sexy, she’s not expecting much due to their rigorous practice sessions, but goddamn, Rumi makes anything look good.  

Mira leans forward to press a kiss to the center of Rumi’s panties, smiling as she earns a sharp intake of breath from above. She runs her tongue up Rumi’s panties, a long swipe against her covered cunt and groans at the hint of her lover’s wetness through the fabric. She does this a couple more times, teasing the both of them with this muted stimulation. But she can’t help it, the way Rumi looks so desperate while her panties are soaked is too good to pass up. 

“M-Mira… I-I can’t…” A tug of red hair brings her gaze up to a sweet, pleading face. And Mira’s heart skips a beat as she chuckles, her hands settling on Rumi’s hips as she loops a leg over her shoulder. “Spread for me, love.” 

The marks dance across the top of Rumi’s thighs, and Mira follows them with soft kisses, mouthing languidly all over muscular planes and curves as she showers her lover with affection. All the dancing and all the hunting has allowed Rumi to develop a tantalizing figure made to appeal to the human eye. And Mira is simply paying her due respects, her own form of worship to the altar that is Rumi’s perfect body. 

Another impatient tug to her red hair has Mira laughing quietly. “I got it, I got it.” She slides Rumi’s panties down smooth legs before leaning in to kiss at soaked folds, kissing the swell of a clit, licking at the crease between thigh and pelvis before finally, finally licking at Rumi’s cunt. The taste is divine, tangy and sweet with an essence that only comes from Rumi. Mira groans as she laps at her lover’s pussy, licking up every drop of wetness she can get. Her hands pin Rumi’s hips to the mirror, a bruising grip that she hopes will leave marks of her fingers on such soft skin. She feels Rumi shiver above her and smirks knowing that her girlfriend is harboring the same thought, the same desire that rings its way down to her bones. 

“Please, please, please…” Rumi pants breathily as her fingers card through Mira’s red hair, gripping tight as she can do nothing but watch. An obscene moan leaves her lips as she watches Mira take her swollen clit into her mouth and suck hard. Her hips jolt, grinding against Mira’s face before they are slammed back against the mirror. Rumi whines loudly, hot in the face and belly coiling with pleasure, before she chokes on another moan, her back arching as Mira traces figures on her sensitive bundle of nerves with her tongue. The patterns are random but steady, and crippling pleasure dips along her spine, pure electricity rolling over her senses as Mira ravages her greedily. 

“F-Fuck!” Rumi cries out when Mira suckles particularly hard, fingers twitching whilst buried in the waterfall of red hair. Her face is screwed up, expression contorted by the hands of pleasure as Mira mouths at her. There’s a slick sound rising in between her ragged breaths, the shameless sound of Mira lapping and sucking at her cunt, and it only seems to echo in the empty practice room, ricocheting back at Rumi and making her blush twofold. Her face feels hot and her body feels even hotter, a blazing bonfire swelling in the pit of her belly as Mira builds her up and up, pleasure sweeping her in great, repetitive motions. 

“You’re so wet…” Mira’s voice is tinged with awe. Her gaze sweeps upward to catch a glimpse of Rumi’s flustered face before she dives back in. 

“S-Stop… don’t say stuff like that… ahh!”  

“But it’s true. I like it when you get so wet… for me, right?” Mira teases as she dips her tongue inside and swirls in circles, moaning at the flood of slick that fills her mouth. She drinks it up, uncaring of the wetness that drips down her chin and further down her neck. Nothing but the taste of Rumi stays on her mind, nothing but the thought of bringing pleasure to her lover drives her. 

“Yes! Please… ngh!”  

Her hips rock subtly, Mira’s iron grip preventing her from rolling them fully, but it still feels good like this. Spread open and ravaged as she is powerless to move. Only able to react, to receive Mira’s affection and dedication, only able to know how much her lover wants and adores her. Emotion wells up within Rumi’s chest, her patterns glowing as hot as her arousal feels surging in her belly. Pressure coils tighter and tighter in her core, and Rumi’s thighs twitch as they squeeze at Mira’s head. It’s as if the action spurs her lover on as Mira buries her face between her thighs and works her mouth even more enthusiastically. 

Slick wetness drips down Mira’s chin, and the sight alone has Rumi’s walls clenching hard, a warbled moan leaping out of her throat as she surrenders to the unyielding force that is Mira herself. Her mouth is slack as more moans slip free, breathy and whiny as her hips twitch. 

“C-Close!” Rumi chokes out the word as her palm slaps against the mirror wall, an imprint of sweaty skin leaving its mark. Her back arches, hips canting into Mira’s face, a plethora of whimpers voicing themselves as she gets lost in the heady sensation. It feels good, so good like this. Heat rushes up her spine and Rumi moans again as she feels that warmth coursing through her body, half-lidded eyes watching as her markings light up in waves, glimmering iridescent waves that look so pretty.  

Rumi glances down and her breath gets lodged in her throat—she sees Mira looking up at her, those hands gripping her hips tight, thumbs brushing over the jut of her hip bones reverently, and… and those lips slick and wet as they trap her swollen clit between them and suck. The love and affection swirling thick in Mira’s eyes coupled with that violent burst of pleasure sends Rumi over the edge, tumbling head first into her orgasm. A long moan is pulled out of her chest as her vision is blanketed by white, a blinding supernova exploding that sweeps her off her feet and sends her spiraling into the depths of pleasure. It’s intense and powerful, and it feels incredible, nothing that she’s ever known before. Wetness gushes out of her as her thighs tremble, squeezing at either side of Mira’s head as her lover holds her lower body up, holding her steady as her orgasm slams into her hard. She’s simply swept away, moaning and mewling as Mira fucks her slowly and steadily, pleasuring her through the tumultuous storm that has claimed her body and mind. 

When she comes down from her high, Rumi is panting harshly and trembling, hips still twitching as Mira laps at her pussy, flicking the tip of her tongue against her swollen clit and lapping at her leaking hole. Staccato bursts of pleasure linger as Mira keeps licking, and it’s only with a weak push of Rumi’s hand at red hair does her lover stop. She slides down the mirror wall as her knees lose strength and give in, but Mira is there to catch her, strong and steady arms always waiting for her. Mira fixes her clothes before she’s pulled into the taller girl’s lap, easy and comforting, and it’s effortless for Rumi to sink into the embrace, still shaking from aftershocks. 

“Do you believe me now?” Mira’s chuckle is soft and warm against her temple, and Rumi sputters out a breathy laugh as she nods. 

“Yeah… yeah, I do.” A soft hum falls from her lips as Mira kisses at her face, gentle brushing of affection against the shimmering patterns that trickle down the edge of her face. A smile tugs at Rumi’s lips as she feels Mira kissing at the bright marks on her cheeks and her temple and her forehead. 

Steady arms wrap around her, and Rumi is sated and content as she tucks her crown under Mira’s chin. Soft tremors ripple through her body as she feels Mira’s hands caressing her body, gentle yet firm as they trace over her patterns and brush over bite marks and bruises alike. The touch is grounding, and she feels safe and loved, revered and cared for as Mira pulls her even closer. 

She’s lulled into a cozy state of drowsiness, one that is interrupted by the soft opening and closing of the practice room’s door. Footsteps tip-toe closer before a shadow falls over Rumi’s face. Her eyes peek open to reveal Zoey, smug as she settles beside them with a couple plastic bags of… snacks? Ah, a snack run, that’s right. 

“Ohh, wow, you managed to tire her out in just an hour?” Zoey snickers as she reaches a hand out, a tissue gently wiping along Mira’s mouth. Rumi stays quiet as her ears flush crimson, eyes wide as she only just realizes how messy Mira’s face was because of her. A squeak manages to escape as she meets Zoey’s eyes, and she buries her face in Mira’s neck as her other girlfriend teases her. 

“I got skills, babe.” Now it’s Mira’s turn to waggle her eyebrows obnoxiously at Zoey. A burst of laughter erupts out of Zoey when Rumi bites at Mira’s neck, sporting a faux angry expression as her girlfriend visibly winces at the fleeting touch of pain. 

“Stop teasing me already!” Rumi whines half-heartedly as she pokes at the bite mark blooming pink on Mira’s skin. It matches the ruddy hue on her own cheeks. 

“Ow! Okay, okay, my bad!” 

“Ha! That’s what you get!” Zoey slaps at the floor, tears brimming in her eyes from how hard she’s laughing. In her hand is her phone, a perfect video of the moment their leader had their lead dancer cowed via bite. 

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If Rumi thought Zoey was touchy before the reveal of her patterns, she’s completely wrong. Absolutely dead wrong. (And she’s never been more grateful for it, grateful for the fact that Zoey doesn’t treat her any differently than before.) 

After their reunion at Namsan Tower and the stadium battle with Gwi-Ma concluded, Zoey’s been affectionate with Rumi and Mira nonstop (though she suspects near death experiences with an ancient demon king and his league of soul-devouring demons tend to do that to you). Particularly with Rumi… and her revealed patterns. And her revealed shoulders. And her abs too. 

God, her abs. 

The addition of more revealing clothing to Rumi’s wardrobe has positively sent Zoey into a spiral. 

(Gay gay homosexual gay kind of spiral.) 

The smell of hot buttered popcorn fills the main living area of the Huntrix Tower, and Rumi and Mira share an amused glance as they hear their girlfriend singing and rapping while she potters around in the kitchen.  

“Did you guys pick a movie yet?” Zoey calls from the kitchen, her voice rising above the gentle hum of the microwave and the distinct pop pop pop of the popcorn bag. 

“Yeah, a new k-drama recently came out. It looks interesting.” Mira taps the remote as she sets up the first episode. “It’s giving me ‘that couple from across the bar’ type of vibe.” 

Rumi shuffles on the couch until her side presses into Mira’s, earning her a soft smile when her girlfriend’s gaze leaves the tv to lock with hers. Fondness swells in her chest, blooming further when Mira curls her arm around her shoulder and tugs her a little closer, tucking her into her side. Protective. Affectionate. So natural too. Butterflies flutter in Rumi’s belly, the acts of affection are still something she’s getting used to, but she adores it every time it happens. 

“Cute.” 

Mira chuckles and presses her lips to Rumi’s forehead, chuckling at the way she blushes so easily. Soft pink dances on her cheeks, softening the hint of silvery purple lightning patterns peeking down her temples. Her hand rubs at Rumi’s shoulder, fingers brushing along the purple lightning cascading down the curve of skin before she holds her girlfriend in a steady grip. Comforting. Secure. Safe and loved. Rumi sinks a little more into Mira’s side, sighing soft enough to make Mira’s chest flutter with the show of vulnerability and trust. 

Their peace is interrupted by Zoey flying in from the kitchen to drop onto the couch with a viscous bounce. The contents of her giant bowl of popcorn bounces with her as if its gravity is wholly dependent on Zoey’s. Rumi watches in incredulous awe as none of it spills. Zoey plops the bowl into Rumi’s lap before she clings to her other side, effectively sandwiching their leader between her two girlfriends. 

“Ready! Let’s watch this!” 

A hand hovers over her stomach as Mira presses play on the remote, the lights dim as the opening scene begins, and Rumi is hyper aware of the warmth radiating off of Zoey’s open palm. Her pulse picks up a little, lips parted as she stares at the soft hand before flicking her eyes over to Zoey. 

“Is this okay?” Zoey whispers softly as the series intro blares from the speakers, her eyes big and tender, blatant affection swimming deep in those pools of brown. It’s so visceral seeing it up close, a stark proclamation of her adoration, so much that it makes Rumi’s eyes sting with sudden heartfelt emotion. She blinks rapidly, forcing the feeling back to her tear ducts. No, she won’t cry right now. Instead she beams, her smile radiant as she nods and places her hand over Zoey’s, lowering their hands until they make contact with her stomach. 

The touch is shocking despite her witnessing it happen in real time. Goosebumps erupt gently on her skin, spreading to the rest of her body as Rumi quietly sucks in a breath. 

Zoey’s hand is so warm and soft, slightly callused from training and wielding her shin-kal for years, and absolutely gentle as she caresses Rumi's navel. Fortunately, Rumi doesn’t squirm, the popcorn bowl lives to see another day perched in her lap. 

But instead of watching the kdrama now, all Rumi can focus on is Zoey’s touch. It is deliberately slow, gentle brushes of her fingers up and down Rumi’s abs, fingers dancing on soft skin and firm muscle, as if memorizing them from touch alone. Rumi can’t tear her eyes away from watching Zoey touch her stomach. It’s warm and intimate, and she’s sure her ears are slowly flushing red the longer it goes on. 

Zoey is half paying attention to the tv, sneaking glances at the screen before deciding to abandon it all in favor of admiring Rumi’s abs. She thanks the gods and the Honmoon for Rumi’s newest obsession with sleeveless crop tops. She traces the lightning patterns on Rumi’s stomach, fingertips rubbing at the softness and humming under her breath when they glow. Iridescent colors shimmer to life as if chasing after her touch and the thought makes Zoey grin, amusement filling her being as she continues her caresses. 

A soft hitching of breath comes from Rumi and Zoey mentally catalogues the sound in her mental Rolodex of cute sexy Rumi noises.  

Her finger dips to Rumi’s hip bones, slightly exposed due to the low rise of her sweatpants, and Zoey smirks at the sight of a ring of teeth adorned on Rumi’s left hip. Her gaze turns to the right hip and thoughts begin to enter her mind. The gears in her head turn, plots and general mischief springing to life as Zoey rubs Rumi’s belly as if she were a lazy cat. 

Zoey rests her head on Rumi’s shoulder as she turns her gaze to the tv, occasionally butting her head against Mira’s hand, giggling when their girlfriend playfully flicks her nose and rubs at her ear. Her hand doesn’t stop petting at Rumi’s stomach, doesn’t stop the soft strokes of affection that seep past Rumi’s skin to sink deep into her bones. She hopes her girlfriend gets the message through her touches. Unconditional love. Affection in full bloom. No hesitation when it comes to her girls. 

Zoey presses her lips to the curve of Rumi’s shoulder, kissing a wicked looking pattern that glows warm beneath her lips. Rumi turns her head to catch her eyes, and in the glow of the moonlight and the soft, hazy white-blues of the LED flat screen, her lover smiles at her—radiant and warm, a tenderness unveiled only for her and Mira. She holds this moment in her mind, engraving the softness of this Rumi, the one who’s relaxed and trusts them enough to let down her guard. The vulnerable Rumi that doesn’t mind showing her flaws, her worries, her human side. Zoey pecks her shoulder once more, the corner of her lips tugging up into a satisfied grin. 

// 

“…what is that?”  

There is terror swimming in the undercurrent of Mira’s words, and the tremor in her voice has Rumi’s head snapping from her phone to her girlfriend. 

Rumi follows Mira’s pointed finger to the innocent plastic bag sitting at the foot of the couch of the practice room. There are colorful bursts of metal hidden within the semi-clear plastic, and Rumi’s eyes narrow as she tries to figure out why Mira sounds half-concerned, half-exasperated. What’s got her sounding so terrified? 

It’s not until Rumi shuffles over, a hand curiously rummaging through the bag’s contents does she realize what it is. 

“Oh… oh no…” Her eyes slowly widen, realization morphing into horror as she stares at the bubbly sheen of colors. 

Energy drinks. Lots of them too. 

Rumi turns her head to exchange a look with Mira, and the same defeated emotion is reflected back at her. 

“Prepare yourself.” Mira huffs out a resigned sigh, mentally bracing herself for the human whirlwind that is Zoey hyped up on caffeine and sugar. 

“Maybe it won’t be so bad—“ Rumi immediately winces as the door to the practice room slams open. 

“RUMI!” 

Heavy footfalls stomp on the hardwood floor as Zoey bursts through the door of the practice room in a dead sprint, her eyes narrowed on her target as she closes the distance between her and their leader in mere seconds. A manic, warm and bubbly grin is etched on Zoey’s face as she leaps through the air, a sharp juxtaposition to the terror painted on Rumi’s and Mira’s faces. 

“OOF!” 

A wheeze escapes Rumi as Zoey all but jumps her, limbs squeezing around her frame like a deathly koala. Thank goodness for her fit physique of being a demon hunter otherwise she might have collapsed in a heap right then and there. Rumi’s center of gravity drops as her legs brace themselves into a squat to absorb the impact of Zoey’s body slamming into her. Her arms wind around Zoey’s midriff, carrying her girlfriend as she laughs loudly, mirth shaking her shoulders until it is contagious. Rumi finds herself grinning along after she finds her balance. 

And then Zoey catches sight of red hair and her attention whips towards Mira in an instant. 

“Oh no, wait a min—” 

“MIRA!” 

She changes targets quickly, using Rumi like a launching pad to leap at Mira in the blink of an eye. 

“WAH!” 

Mira isn’t so lucky to have Rumi’s sturdy core strength. She tumbles to the floor with Zoey on top of her, wheezing like a deflated balloon as her girlfriend lands on top of her, flailing limbs and all. Grumbles leave her mouth as Zoey squirms on top of her, pointy elbows and knees attacking her body while her girlfriend laughs her head off. 

“G-Get off!” 

“Ahahaha!” 

Later, after Rumi pries Zoey off of Mira and avoids a brawl in the middle of their dance practice, the three of them run through one of Mira’s newest choreographies. Zoey bounces on her feet, her energy levels through the roof, encouraging the girls before the instrumental plays. It’s grueling with the amount of high quality dance moves set to the fast beat of their potential new song. By the time they feel somewhat confident in the new dance routine, sweat dots their skin and their oversized t-shirts have been tied up to resemble crop tops, an effort to relieve the overly warm feeling of grueling exercise in the form of idol dance and song. 

Zoey sits down on the floor, her legs spread out in front of her and arms stretched back to brace against the hardwood. She sticks her tongue out as she catches her breath, eyes absentmindedly roaming the room as she recovers. 

A flicker of purple catches Zoey’s eye and she’s instantly drawn to the soft hum of light breaching the collar of Rumi’s t-shirt. Her girlfriend is sitting in the middle of the room, not too far from her and Mira, a quiet straight posture as she takes deep breaths and wipes at the sweat on her skin with a hand towel. Zoey can’t take her eyes off of Rumi, particularly the pretty patterns of purple and silver that dance underneath the studio lights. 

She shifts onto her hands and knees and crawls slowly, not paying attention to Mira’s amused stare as she watches this unfold, and inches her way closer to their unsuspecting leader. 

A shriek leaves Rumi when two hands clap down on her shoulders, her body flinching from the sudden contact. But Zoey latches on with a mirthful laughter and leans into her girlfriend, hands unwilling to relinquish their grip on those impressive broad shoulders. They stumble into a semi-wrestling match before it turns into a cuddle session, two pairs of laughter floating up to the brightly lit ceiling as Mira watches them fondly. 

Zoey’s hands are gentle as they both come to a slow stop, sliding over the fabric of Rumi’s shirt before pausing at the junction of garment and bare skin. She glances at Rumi, waiting for a nod before she continues. It’s granted with a soft blush rising to Rumi’s cheekbones, a pretty shade of pink that dances in the reflection of the white LEDs. 

A soft exhale is heard as Zoey lets her hands curve over Rumi’s shoulders, fingertips featherlight as they trace over the lightning bolt marks on her lover’s shoulders, a path of tenderness carved along the jagged edges rising up Rumi’s neck. A hitch of a breath is released, but Zoey continues on with her touching, eyes intensely focused on the way Rumi’s patterns flare with iridescent light, humming to life under Zoey’s touch. Curious and almost affectionate with the way they chase after her touch. They glow bright as she slips her fingers into soft purple hair, pulsing like a heartbeat as she scratches her nails down Rumi’s nape. 

“You’re gorgeous, unnie.” Zoey’s voice comes out a little breathless, definite awe laced in her tone as she follows the endless zig-zag of Rumi’s patterns down her arms, utterly mesmerized by the neon glow that chases after her fingers like a pet playfully nipping at her fingertips. 

Rumi’s lips part slightly, breath hitching as she feels every single touch given by Zoey. Her ears are flushed red now, approaching a bright shade of crimson the longer she lets her girlfriend touch her. 

Unknowingly, Zoey straddles Rumi’s hips as she focuses all her attention on tracing her girlfriend’s marks, entranced by how gorgeous they look as they glow and wind all over Rumi’s skin. Mira smiles as she takes pictures of her girlfriends quietly, letting Zoey do her cuddly thing until she decides she’s got enough pictures and she’s feeling a little left out. 

“Alright, scoot over. I want cuddles too.” Mira shuffles over until she’s close enough to shove Zoey off of their girlfriend. She settles into Rumi’s side, chuckling as Zoey latches onto Rumi’s other side, unphased by the new change in position. They’re sandwiching Rumi with arms pulling each other into a tangled embrace, legs thrown over each other in an effort to be even closer, and nothing else matters when Rumi is smiling this big, accepting the affection easily. 

Because it hasn’t been easy. 

But now it is.  

And that’s all that matters as Zoey tucks her head under Rumi’s chin, kissing a bright swirling mark as she presses her ear to her lover’s chest and hears a rapid thump thump thump in response. Rumi’s arm comes to wrap around her back and Zoey makes an all too happy noise into Rumi’s chest. 

“You guys are silly.” Yet Rumi’s tone is fond and too soft to mean anything other than I love you, I adore you, I’m so glad you two are by my side.   

“You love it.” Mira says as she pulls her girlfriends closer in her arms, long limbs acting like an anchor, blanketing the pair with a steadfast hold. 

// 

She doesn’t remember how they’ve gotten to this point. All Zoey remembers was her hanging out in their home recording studio, fingers twirling a pen as she worked on some lyrics and experimental beats that wouldn’t leave her mind since the moment she woke up. And then Rumi came to check in on her, a bag of chips and water bottle in hand for Zoey because they all knew the rapper sometimes had tunnel vision whenever she worked on new songs by herself.  

Fleeting glances in the private bubble of the room turned into fleeting touches, and the low sultry beat of a track echoing through the studio felt like the perfect backdrop for something more. Then there was a hand on her thigh, warmth blooming on her skin upon contact, and someone leaned in closer, soft strands of hair tickling gently, and darkening eyes flicked down to a pair of lips before they smouldered in anticipation. 

The want was palpable in the air. 

Zoey doesn’t remember who made the first move, but they’ve tangled into each other like raging tempests, hands reaching and grabbing, lips kissing with a surge of energy that felt entirely too good. Roaming hands felt like fire scorching bare skin, until it wasn’t enough. Until fingers slipped beneath the hem of a shirt and incited the need for more in their bodies. 

“Zoey… hah, don’t… stare like that.” Flushed warm skin covers Rumi’s face, small beads of sweat dot her hairline, and her eyes are darker than the night as they stare over her shoulder, peering at Zoey who is utterly enraptured at the sight of her lover prostrated in front of her. 

Rumi braces herself on her hands and knees, hovering above one of Zoey’s thighs as she lays on the couch. They’re half naked, oversized shirts rucked up and sleep shorts rumpled on the floor after being dragged off of heated skin. Notebooks full of lyrics lay forgotten on the coffee table, snacks and drinks abandoned for the hunger that pulses in their cores. 

“How can I not? You’re beautiful, Rumi.” Gravelly is Zoey’s voice as she stares between her lover’s legs, in awe of the pretty lewd sight of Rumi’s soaked pussy. Wetness drips from slick folds, dripping down to puddle on the top of Zoey’s thigh. It’s wet and so warm, the sensation making her mouth water from the pure salaciousness of their positions alone. 

Her hand reaches out to cup Rumi’s ass, squeezing at soft skin before her fingers trail lower. A soft moan makes itself known as she brushes her fingers along Rumi’s pussy, stroking at wet folds and groaning at how slippery they feel. Zoey slides her fingers up and down, occasionally rubbing along a swollen clit, and she grins at the guttural moan slipping out of Rumi. Her lover buckles, falling forward on the couch, shoulders and chest touching the cushions but still managing to leave her hips high in the air. She’s presenting her pussy, and fuck, the obscene view makes Zoey feel hot, her whole body attuned and focused on nothing but the girl in front of her. 

“Stay still… just like that.” Zoey grabs at Rumi’s ass, two hands firmly grasping her lover’s hips before she lowers them, mouth going dry as those slick folds touch the skin of her thigh. “Ride me, baby. Can you do that? Want you to ride my thigh.” 

“Y-Yes…” Rumi wheezes the word out, eyes fluttering shut at the delicious friction that has her belly coiling tight with pressure. Pleasure is inevitable with the way her clit grinds just right on Zoey’s thigh, and Rumi makes it known with her breathy whines and sweet mewls. 

“You don’t know how pretty you look right now, unnie.” Zoey’s voice drips with arousal, a hint of a growl to her breathy words. 

The title makes Rumi’s hips buck, a strangled moan crawling out of her throat as she rocks her hips back and forth, grinding down hard against Zoey’s thigh. 

“Your pussy’s so wet…” Zoey grins at the sight, mesmerized by the wetness that continues to leak out of her lover, moaning softly at the slick and obscene noise that rises with every languid roll of Rumi’s hips. 

Her hands squeeze at Rumi’s waist before one leaves to trace at the silvery blue glow of patterns marking Rumi’s back. Zoey keeps one hand gripping her lover’s hip tight, pushing and pulling to assist the slow grind. Her free hand drags blunt nails down Rumi’s back, relishing in the delightful shudder that rocks through her body. She traces the swirling paths that bracket either side of Rumi’s spine, eyes riveted by the pretty glow of cosmic light spilling into the air. 

“Z-Zoey!” Rumi moans breathily, her voice as sweet as spun sugar, cloying scent burning through the air as she indulges in Zoey’s touch. Feeling those reverent strokes and caresses on her skin seems to drive her pleasure even further, an amplification of the sensation of euphoria on full blast. She mewls and whimpers, lost in the touch of her lover. 

Zoey caresses down, down, down, stroking down the curve of Rumi’s ass so she can reach those thick thighs. Muscle developed from long sprints and martial arts, a toned physique kept in shape by vigorous dance choreos. Zoey’s mouth waters as she caresses Rumi’s thighs, palms squeezing firm softness before her fingers trace the path of jagged stripes pulsing with blues and pinks and silver. 

They’re so pretty on Rumi’s skin. 

“Keep going, unnie. Does it feel good when I trace your patterns like this?” Zoey husks the words out, sultry seduction laced in every word, the confidence of her rapper ego making her bold as they are caught in the midst of their passion and desires. 

“Yes, yes… d-don’t stop!” Rumi sobs as she rocks her hips faster, grinding her soaked pussy against Zoey’s thigh, whining whenever her lover flexes her thigh and has her swollen clit catching deliciously against that firm plane of muscle. 

The feeling of Zoey’s hands on her skin, gripping tight, her fingers sensually tracing the path of her patterns—it’s so hot, and it feels so good. She can’t describe it. A sensation that feels heady and indulgent, pleasure derived from pure touch, waves of ecstasy that continue to flood all of her senses. 

Another moan breaks free of her lips and Rumi shudders as Zoey keeps on touching her thighs, her ass, gently raking her nails down the length of her back, even tugging at her long braided hair—all while speaking a combination of filth and sweet nothings that make Rumi tremble violently. It’s a combination of the stimulation, a dizzying onslaught of affection and pleasure that only serves to hurtle her towards her orgasm. 

“That’s it, come for me, unnie. Want you to soak my thigh. Mhmm, you’re so hot, baby.” 

The request makes Rumi shudder, a broken gasp leaving her lips as her hips buck in response to the dirty words. A bolt of arousal sinks deep in her belly, and her walls clench around nothing. Her clit throbs with a needy ache, and Rumi whines as her hips cant impatiently, eagerly, desperately rocking as she chases after her pleasure. 

Zoey brings her hand up before swinging it down on Rumi’s ass, and the jolt of pain is hot on her skin, burning bright as pleasure swoops in not a second later. A guttural moan sings through the air. Two fingers sink inside of her soaked pussy, wet enough to easily accept the stretch and the fullness in one deep plunge. And the moan turns into a shriek. They curl and massage along her front wall, rubbing at a sweet spot that has Rumi yelping, stuttering out a broken moan that sounds so pretty falling from her lips. Zoey’s nails slowly scratch down Rumi’s sides as she pumps her fingers, dragging along her marks and lighting up her skin like a supernova. Lightning whips across her body as the coiling pressure in her belly finally snaps, her patterns glowing incandescent silver-blue as she is thrown straight into her orgasm. 

“Coming, coming— Zoey!”  

A hoarse moan punctuates the air, and Zoey watches in rapture as she grips Rumi’s trembling hip with one hand, the other still knuckle deep in her clenching cunt. She murmurs sweet words as her hand presses down on the small of Rumi’s back, ensuring her clit grinds down on her thigh with every violent jerk of her hips. Fingers curl and continue to rub at that sweet spot, dragging out every bit of pleasure she can. Zoey drinks up the sight of Rumi like this, embroiled deep in her pleasure, surrendering mind and body to the grip of ecstasy and trusting Zoey to hold her and anchor her worldview. 

When Rumi comes down from her high, breathes rattling noisily in her chest, Zoey gingerly pulls her fingers free. She cleans them up quickly with her mouth before settling her palms to glide over Rumi’s sweaty back, running them up and down her lover’s spine, sweet caresses aimed at the still glowing marks humming with cosmic light. 

“How are you feeling, unnie?” Zoey asks as she leans forward to place a kiss to the middle of Rumi’s back, her hands peeling Rumi’s shirt up until they are bunched at her nape. Her lips find the curve of shoulder blades and Zoey drapes herself over her lover, content to lay like this and allow her lips to travel up and down the patterns that are sprawled all over Rumi’s skin. 

“That feels nice… mhm, really good, Zo.” Rumi’s voice is soft, expression dazed as she relishes in the aftershocks coursing through her body. Zoey’s touch is grounding, affectionate, full of tenderness that makes her heart wobble and feel so full. Rumi sinks into the cushions of the couch and lets Zoey have her way with her, sighing contently at the kisses on her back and enjoying the comforting weight of her lover pinning her down. 

“Love you.” Zoey murmurs this with every press of her lips to Rumi’s marks, smiling at the hitch of breath she’ll elicit every once in a while. Her touch is reverent and firm as she squeezes at Rumi’s sides, palms gliding up and down just for the sake of feeling her lover. 

“Zoey…,” Rumi whines gently into a throw pillow, “I’m going to melt if you keep touching me like that.” 

Her lover merely giggles, “Go ahead, unnie. I’m not going to stop anytime soon.” 

// 

Exhaustion sets into her bones, but it’s not fatigue, rather a joyous feeling of tiredness after exerting herself in the practice room goofing around with Mira and Rumi. An ache in her muscles that she doesn’t mind. It’s a reminder of the happiness she can afford in the present now. 

A random playlist of songs blasting on repeat as they shuffle around and playfully battle each other like street dancers encroaching on each other’s turfs. Flashy moves are busted out and they always dissolve into each other with contagious bursts of laughter, hands dragging down each other’s sides and fingers gripping the fabric of shirts as they hang on for dear life, eyes brimming with tears of laughter. 

“Dinner?” 

“How about that KBBQ spot down the street?” 

“The one with the fatty samgyupsal?! Please—let’s go, let’s goooo!” Zoey’s eyes have turned to stars, twinkling brightly as a bit of drool seeps out the corner of her mouth. Her hands are already tugging at the hem of Mira’s oversized shirt and the drawstring of Rumi’s sweatpants, eagerness directing her limbs as her tummy rumbles noisily. 

“Alright, alright. Dinner is decided then.” Rumi laughs as she leads the way, tugging along her girls as Zoey’s hands keep them locked together like a chain. 

The moon is a glowing crescent sitting in the night sky, glimmering clusters of stars acting as her companion by the time the trio arrive at the KBBQ restaurant tucked between a 24/7 convenience store and a closed mini-mart. Neon signs flicker in the calm night, soft and cozy as they step into the hole-in-the-wall restaurant. 

Zoey still has a hold on her girlfriends as they shuffle inside, but her hands have found the others’ instead of tugging the fabric of their clothes. Fingers intertwine with hers and it’s hard to let go of them now. She adores the contact, the skinship that is initiated and reciprocated as easy as breathing. 

There’s barely anyone here on a weekday night, maybe that’s the charm, and they’re led to a table by a kind ajumma with a fluffy perm and a kind smile. She brings them fresh side dishes and cool metal cups of water before they order a plethora of dishes fit to feed one of Seoul’s national sports team. 

The scent of marinated meat sizzles on the grill built into the tabletop, and Zoey is positively drooling as she watches it cook. 

“Staring at it like a rabid animal won’t make it cool any faster, babe.” Mira chuckles as she slides the tiny plates of fresh banchan closer to their girlfriend. 

“Oh, I can't waaaaiittt!” Zoey whines. 

“You’re gonna have to.” Rumi’s voice is half-stern, half-teasing as she flips the meat with a pair of tongs. “Don’t want our maknae getting sick from food poisoning.” 

The words are sung with a teasing lilt but Zoey dishes it right back with a “I won’t get sick with my unnie taking care of me.” Her eyes are narrowed with mirth, a side glance shared with Mira as she runs the tip of her shoe along the length of Rumi’s calf. The reaction is immediate; a soft rosy blush sprawls across the arches of Rumi’s cheeks as she splutters, eventually busying herself with flipping the samgyupsal as her skin burns hot with a swirl of embarrassment and affection. 

Zoey grins, smug and satisfied, victory flushed in her gleaming eyes as she takes in the sight of her girlfriend. She thinks she’s beautiful, with her flustered expression and furrowed brows and that pretty pout on her lips. The edges of Rumi’s marks near her temple and hairline glow faintly, pulsing gently as the blush maintains its pretty hue on her skin. Zoey wants to kiss her, wants to run the pad of her thumb over the smooth skin of her patterns and tell her exactly how breathtaking she looks. 

Mira watches them both fondly and doesn’t lift a finger to stop their teasing banter. Instead she picks up some samgyupsal with her chopsticks and bundles it up with lettuce and ssamjang and garlic before proceeding to feed the wrap to Zoey and then Rumi. 

“Why are you so cute?!” They speak with stuffed mouths, the words muffled and all the more comical as they argue. 

“No, you’re the cute one!” 

“No, you!” 

“No— you!”  

“Ladies, you’re both cute. Now have another wrap.” Mira grins as she stuffs another delicately made samgyupsal wrap into both her girlfriends’ mouths, snorting with amusement as they both chew on their food while still playfully glaring at each other with such severe expressions. 

Later, after stuffing their bellies full of delicious food and drinks, the three of them stumble out of the restaurant in a food-coma-like daze. Teasing banter settles around them like a well-worn blanket, and somehow Zoey manages to rope Rumi into piggybacking her back to the tower. 

(“I bet you can't carry me.” 

“I totally can! I lifted that ogre demon the other night! You weigh way less than it did!” 

“Prove it!” 

“Ohhh, those are fighting words. You gonna take that, Rumi?” Mira interjects, a teasing tone amplified as she slides into the war of two and goads naturally. 

“Gahhh, I’ll show you!”)  

Luckily they only live down the street. And Rumi doesn’t seem to struggle as Mira picks Zoey up before plopping her onto Rumi’s back. It’s surprising how strong Rumi is, and maybe it’s her demon heritage adding to her strength, but it’s hot and impressive and that’s enough for her girls. 

Mira walks beside them, a hand hovering near their joined hips as a precaution. But Zoey merely grins and winds her arms around Rumi’s shoulders, her show of trust is implicit as she nuzzles her face into the back of her girlfriend’s purple braid. 

“That tickles.” Rumi laughs softly, the stretch of her smile audible when she feels Zoey’s nose brushing along her nape. Her hands tighten their grip around Zoey’s thighs, making sure her lover is secure in her hold. 

“Ugh, I need a shower. It always smells like barbecue and smoke after we eat here.” Mira groans softly, her nose wrinkling as she tugs at the collar of her shirt. 

A soft hum comes form Zoey. She’s sure that they all smell like the smoke and fire from the charcoal grill, but all she can focus on is the sweet calming scent that drifts from Rumi. It’s clean sweat and something floral, probably the remnants of her shampoo from the morning, and it is downright addicting. Zoey chases after it, burying her nose in Rumi’s hair and nuzzling against the back of her girlfriend’s ear. Her hand comes up to stroke at the side of Rumi’s neck, saying nothing when she feels rather than hears the hitch of breath coming from Rumi. 

A shade of crimson slowly floods the shell of Rumi’s ear and Zoey is simply fascinated at the sight. She turns her gaze to Mira, unsurprised by the fact that their girlfriend is already looking at them, watching them with a fondness that makes Zoey’s heart tickle in her chest. And grins when their eyes meet. 

She reaches her free hand out, the one not preoccupied with gently stroking at the patterns coiling around Rumi’s throat, and beams when Mira takes her hand and laces their fingers together. Zoey presses her smile into the soft skin of Rumi’s nape, kissing the soft purple baby hairs there as she feels her belly flutter with butterflies, her chest growing full with the affection and adoration she feels for her lovers. 

Aimless chatter bounces in the space between them, and the moon glows bright as she gazes down at the trio making their way home together. 

// 

“What are we doing here?” 

There’s a hypnotic low beat that’s blasting through the room, a hip-hop song that pulls Zoey closer, luring her into its irresistible rhythm. A grin tugs at her lips and Zoey lets it unfurl fully as she makes her way through the crowd, shouldering gently as her hands hold tight to Rumi’s and Mira’s. 

It’s an underground club, one that Zoey often finds herself wandering to in between comebacks, and tonight is Rap Fight Night.  

In the center of the club is a makeshift ring, bracketed by the crowd as they watch two people duel with their spitfire verses. 

“Finding inspiration!” Zoey bounces in place, her excitement palpable as her eyes flicker in every direction. She marvels at the cool outfits, the aura radiating from rappers she recognizes, the pure drip coming from the dancing crowd as they all vibe to the beat of the song and react to the diss tracks that stream from the fight contestants naturally. 

“C’mon! We can watch in that corner over there!” Zoey drags her girls through the throng of people, grinning brightly when she manages to secure a spot with a good view of the battleground. 

“Do you come here often?” Curiosity tints Rumi’s voice as she takes a look around, her head turning this way and that, eyes glimmering brightly as she feels the vibe in the air. 

“Yeahhhh, she basically haunts this place whenever we have hiatuses.” Mira smirks as she scans the club, her foot tapping in time to the beat. That dancer energy never rests, and she has her eyes fixed on the mini dance-off happening on the other side of the club. Her grin grows wider before she squeezes Rumi’s and Zoey’s shoulder before sauntering off to the group of dancers. 

“I’ll be back, girls.” Mira blows them a kiss, grinning with a smile that shines with confidence and sultry chic aura. 

“Yeah, go kick their asses, babe!” 

Zoey watches her go with a giggle, already knowing that Mira’s blood is pumping at the chance of a street dance encounter. She laces her fingers with Rumi’s and tugs her girlfriend a little closer. 

“Relax! This place is cool! You’ll have a good time, I promise, unnie!” 

She has to lean in close because the song is loud in the club, and her lips graze the shell of Rumi’s ear as she speaks, curiously eliciting a sprawl of pink across Rumi’s cheeks. A puzzled expression crosses Zoey’s face at the reaction. Rumi should be used to her and Mira’s touch by now so why… oh… oh.  

The dilated eyes and flushed face speaks for itself. 

Mischief worms its way into Zoey and her confusion quickly morphs into a smug smile. 

“Oh, unnie. Do you like it when I call you that?” Zoey’s voice lowers a pitch as she teases her girlfriend. Eyes bright and her smile even brighter. She takes a good look at her leader, her smugness growing as Rumi appears even more flustered. Her blush has spread to her neck, weaving with the purple marks framing her collar, and she looks so pretty.  

“N-No! Well… I—“ Rumi’s eyes dart around everywhere, anywhere to avoid looking at Zoey. 

Zoey giggles fondly, her eyes softening as she watches Rumi. Soft blushing face, purple hair smoothly framed by the club lights, plump lips stammering as shyness takes a hold of her girlfriend. “You’re cute, unnie.” She leans in and cups Rumi’s face, kissing her and smiling at the squeak that leaves her girlfriend. Rumi relaxes into her not a second later, sighing into the kiss as she reciprocates. 

The crowd moves around them, providing them privacy from the sheer volume of backs turned away. Here, everything feels carefree. Here, they’re just two girls in love, kissing under the dim lights of the club and the pulsing beat of the music. 

Her hand rests on Rumi’s nape, fingers curling into the purple hairline, scratching hard enough until Rumi moans quietly against her mouth. Zoey drinks it up, encouraging those sweet sounds with a drag of her blunt nails down Rumi’s neck, relishing in the shiver that runs through her girlfriend’s body. She leaves her hand cupping Rumi’s cheek, a thumb stroking along Rumi’s cheek while her free hand traces a path down Rumi’s shoulder. Fingertips meet soft, warm skin—thank goodness for Rumi’s sexy crop tops—and Zoey takes her time gliding her fingers along Rumi’s side. 

They’re kissing slowly, measured breaths exchanged as they lose themselves in each other. Lost in the crowd, not a care in the world, just focused on each other’s bodies, each other’s mouths slotting perfectly together. Zoey licks into Rumi’s mouth, prying open soft lips and sighing at the pleasant moan that she receives in turn. Her hand squeezes at Rumi’s waist before it circles her curves. Fingertips glide up the smooth plane of Rumi’s back and Zoey hums when she feels her lover shudder at the touch. She nips at Rumi’s bottom lip, giggling sweetly as she runs her hand up her spine, counting each knob of her vertebrae. 

A shudder presses against her and Zoey’s hands come up to hold Rumi’s waist, a steady grip as her lover leans into her. They’re panting hard, faces flushed from all the kissing and touching, eyes darkening with their growing arousal. 

“Is this okay?” Zoey leans right back in, her forehead gently knocking against Rumi’s. 

“Y-Yeah…,” She swallows, eyes fluttering shut before they open again. Pupils dilated, a golden shimmer to her left eye has Zoey gasping, in awe of just how pretty Rumi looks. Soft blue glows along Rumi’s skin, mixing with neon pink until an iridescent sheen runs across her patterns. “Can we go somewhere…?” 

Want floods Zoey’s chest, a bundle of heat rapidly unfolding that spreads throughout her body the more she looks at Rumi. She nods in a daze before grabbing Rumi’s hand, tugging her along as they move through the crowd. Zoey’s grip on her hand is tight and reassuring, the contact sending a bolt of warmth up her forearm, and Rumi feels her mouth drop slack as she sees her patterns lighting up as if following that bolt of heat. Shimmering blues and pinks and purples travel up her arm, an iridescent kaleidoscope blooming at the center of her chest by the time they reach the bathrooms. 

Zoey pulls her in and Rumi follows like a moon orbiting her star, unable to resist that gravitational pull that beckons her closer and closer. 

The bathroom door clicks shut and the lock echoes behind, muted by the sweet giggles coming from Zoey. Zoey who pushes her up against the door and attacks her mouth with sweet saccharine kisses. They feel so warm and soft, an intensity gifted with each slide of their lips together, growing hotter as Zoey’s hands roam everywhere.  

Rumi is left gasping for air when they part, and a moan is quick to crawl out of her mouth when Zoey latches onto her neck. Wet open-mouthed kisses are peppered along her throat, and the back of Rumi’s head meets the door with a dull thud, eyes fluttering shut as she loses herself in the sensation. It feels so good, and Rumi whimpers when she feels teeth nipping at her skin, soft lips kissing and suckling along the column of her neck. 

“You’re so pretty, unnie.” Zoey grins as she sucks a mark right under Rumi’s jaw, taking pride and pleasure in the way it has her lover squirming from her touch. Her hands move eagerly, greedy as they glide over every inch of skin available. Rumi’s body is warm, and every glimmering pattern comes to life under Zoey’s touch, reacting so quickly to her every rub and brush and graze of her fingertips like a star eager to explode. 

“Z-Zoey…” Rumi whimpers at the title, her cheeks now painted a ruddy red. 

“Yes, unnie?” Zoey asks as she lodges her thigh in between Rumi’s, grinning at the sharp gasp she manages to pull out of her lover. Her hands slide down to Rumi’s hips, pushing and pulling to encourage her to start grinding. 

“F-Feels good! Ah!” Her breathing turns ragged, lost in the jolt of pleasure that runs right to her core. Her hips roll, grinding down against Zoey’s thigh, and she can’t help but do it again and again. 

“That’s it, keep going, unnie.” Zoey murmurs as she pins Rumi to the door, moaning low at the sight of her lover grinding down on her thigh. It’s so hot watching her like this. She presses closer and resumes kissing Rumi’s neck, teeth biting and lips suckling soft skin until her own marks lay parallel to those pretty jagged patterns. 

A breathy whine leaves Rumi as she chases after that fleeting feeling of pleasure. She’s sure her panties are wet by now, soaked probably. And she can’t stop rolling her hips, inevitably growing breathless at the sensation of Zoey’s thigh pressing just right against her core. 

“N-Need… more! I need you inside, Zoey.” A breathless plea paired with a desperate kiss, Rumi sinks her fingers into Zoey’s head of black hair, nails scratching at her hairline and making her lover gasp out loud. 

“Fuck, unnie… okay, I’ve got you.” Zoey kisses back just as passionately, a warbled moan leaping out of her when Rumi sucks on her tongue and presses her hips a little harder down on her thigh. Rumi is just so hot when she wants something. 

She bucks her hips and pushes Rumi against the door, a little harder this time, spurred on by her lover’s impatience. Zoey knocks her thigh against Rumi’s, making her girlfriend spread a little more so she can insert herself in that space. She’s not as strong as Mira but she is a steady constant, pressing closer and closer and pinning Rumi to the surface with her own body until it is all that encompasses her mind. 

Her hands dance around Rumi’s jean short-shorts, fingertips pressing along the seam of her crotch in a teasing move. It pulls a whine out of Rumi, and Zoey chuckles as she drinks it in, kissing her lover until Rumi is panting and mewling against her mouth. 

“What do you want?” She keeps talking, it’s what she does, courtesy of being the rapper of the group. But Zoey likes encouraging Rumi like this, likes to hear her unnie say what she needs. It’s a stroke to her ego, yes, but it’s also so hot hearing Rumi talk like this. Unfiltered. Pure want. Pushed to communicate what she truly desires. 

“Y-Your fingers.” Half-lidded eyes stare at her and Zoey feels like she could dive into those dark pools, get lost in the never ending cosmic space billowing there, drown herself in the sheer want and desire that would indubitably wrap all around her. Consume her. Devour her. 

She could match its energy. 

She absolutely would. 

“Where, unnie?” Zoey grins as she licks along Rumi’s jaw, nibbling on the glowing mark right underneath Rumi’s ear. 

“Inside, please! In me…” Rumi whines again, ears burning crimson as she speaks her wants out loud. A bolt of heat shoots straight to the space between her legs when Zoey bites down hard on her neck while simultaneously pressing her palm against Rumi’s crotch. The sensation of pressure where she needs it most feels like a godsend. Her eyes flutter shut as her hips buck into Zoey’s hand. 

“Now.”   A hint of a growl is present in Rumi’s voice, a demand borne from the desperate need that aches between her thighs. That golden left eye flickers with seamless power, with an aching need that makes Zoey pause, breathless at the demand. 

A wave of iridescent blues and pinks whips across her patterns and Zoey blinks in surprise, in awe of the beautiful shades of colors she just witnessed. 

God, she’s so in love with Rumi. 

She grins, “Ma’am, yes, ma’am.” 

Deft fingers unbutton Rumi’s shorts and the sound of it feels like a shotgun in the small bathroom, echoing with their rapid heartbeats and heavy breathing. Their eyes lock together, reflections of dark pools swimming with lust and adoration, as Zoey slips her fingertips past fabric and the coarseness of hair. Wetness greets her fingers, welcoming her eagerly as she delves into slick folds. The touch has them both gasping, moaning out loud as Zoey feels exactly how soaked Rumi is. 

“Fuck, you’re so wet, unnie.” She takes a moment just to slide her fingers along drenched folds. 

Rumi huffs, “Zoey, if you don’t— ngh!”  

The rest of Rumi’s sentence dies as Zoey circles her slick entrance, a whimper blooming on her lips as her lover teases her fluttering hole. She sees the exact moment Rumi’s mouth drops slack, the corner of her lips curling into a grin as she slips a single digit inside wet, warm walls. Zoey grunts before growling low in her throat, groaning at the sensation of Rumi’s walls clenching down on her finger, squeezing so deliciously tight, sucking her in further like they don’t want her to go. 

“Fuck, unnie… you’re squeezing me so tight.” Awe fills Zoey’s tone as she slides her finger back and forth, taking her time feeling every inch she can reach within her lover’s pussy. 

“Hah…  hah, m-more, Zoey.” Rumi’s head tilts back, knocking gently against the door as her lips part to let out ragged breaths. Her eyes are half-lidded, entirely fixed on Zoey as she shudders, surrendering to the pleasure that erupts through her body. Every single movement from Zoey feels significant, every single rub of that finger against her walls feels devastatingly good.  

A blush stains Zoey’s cheeks as she takes in the sight of Rumi like this, lost in pleasure and begging for more. Dry is her throat, and Zoey gulps as she tries to alleviate her sudden parchedness. She can’t help but oblige, can’t help but slip a second finger in to join the first, curling them along Rumi’s front wall. 

“Like this, unnie?” Zoey’s question feels like a tease with the way she curls her fingertips with every push in, rubbing against a particularly soft spongy spot that has Rumi’s body jolting like she just got electrocuted. 

“Y-Yes! T-There! Right there… hnng!”  

Rumi’s hips jerk violently before they roll forward, and Zoey groans under her breath as she watches her lover fucking herself down on her own fingers. It’s so hot, and she murmurs the sentiment out loud as she keeps on pumping her hand at a controlled pace. Rumi is beautiful like this, chasing her own pleasure and moaning out loud, the pulses of brilliant iridescent colors corresponding to every moan and mewl and whimper that drips from her lips. Zoey wants to paint her, wants to immortalize this beauty for the world to see. She settles for capturing this private moment with her eyes alone, glad that this side of Rumi is only available for her and Mira and no one else. 

Wetness coats Zoey’s fingers and she lets a third finger slip inside, relishing in the startled sharp gasp that tumbles out of Rumi, savoring the way her eyes snap open to reveal pitch black pupils dilated by lust. 

“You can take it, unnie. You take me so well. Does it feel good? Being full of me like this?” Zoey leans in close, hot breath mingling together as she curls three fingers against that front wall, pumping slow enough to tease and hard enough to satisfy the desperate sheen glistening in Rumi’s eyes. 

A beautiful whine is pulled out of Rumi’s chest, and she whimpers and mewls as Zoey keeps on rubbing at that sweet spot, slender fingers plunging in as deep as they can go. 

“S-So good… hah, p-please don’t stop…!” 

A delightful shudder shoots down Rumi’s spine as Zoey’s pace increases in reaction, a wrecked obscene noise slipping out of  her mouth when her lover leans in closer to latch onto her neck, sharp teeth and hot tongue lavishing at her skin until another shameless moan escapes her. Rumi shivers and keeps on rolling her hips, eager for more, eager to take what Zoey gives her. Harsh pants and broken moans leave her lips, and she can’t help but crane her head back to give Zoey more access to her sensitive skin. The feeling of Zoey’s mouth kissing and biting and suckling her neck makes her feel lightheaded in the best way possible. 

“Feels so f-full…!” Rumi cries out as Zoey bites down on her collar, sucking until a dark mark blooms there. Her walls clench at the sensation, whimpering loudly as she feels another wave of arousal leak from her cunt. 

Soft lips kiss along Rumi’s neck, and Zoey spends a little extra time nipping at a lightning mark at the curve of her lover’s jaw. She hums as she kisses Rumi’s patterns, fascinated by the way they glow brighter at her every touch. Shades of neon flicker at the press of her mouth, and Zoey catalogues this fact away in her mind. 

“Are you close, unnie? Are you going to come for me?” Zoey groans at the thought of it, adding her thumb to the mix to rub circles against Rumi’s swollen clit. The reaction is visceral and immediate, a violent bucking of Rumi’s hips as she cries out sharply, whining and panting at the burst of pleasure that joins the abundance of stimulation that assaults her senses. 

“Z-Zoey!” Her walls clench down on those pumping fingers, body trembling from the sheer onslaught of pleasure that doesn’t seem to be slowing down anytime soon. “Fuck…!” 

“Come for me, unnie. I wanna feel you make a mess out of my hand.” She can’t take her eyes away from her lover, unable to bear the thought of looking away from how pretty Rumi looks while on the verge of unraveling. 

“T-That’s…!” Rumi squeaks, unable to finish her sentence for a shameless moan slips out of her own mouth. Pleasure blindsides her, sending her mind blanking as Zoey’s thumb presses down a little harder on her clit. 

“Go on, unnie, let go. You feel so good like this… so good for me.” Zoey licks at her jawline, murmuring sweet nothings that swirl in Rumi’s ear, making her shudder from the sultry dirty talk. Her hand doesn’t stop pumping, keeping a steady pace as she curls her fingers deep, rubs those fingertips along that sweet spot that has Rumi trembling violently. She feels her lover get even wetter, and Zoey can only moan and keep her arm moving despite the burn that begins to set in her forearm. 

“C-Coming! I’m— ngh!”  

She watches in rapture when Rumi finally does tip over the edge, freefalling head first into her waiting orgasm. It swallows her whole, consumes her down to the bone, and Zoey cannot look away from the sheer pleasure that erupts across Rumi’s face, in awe of the violent convulsion that sweeps through her lover’s body. She tightens her hold on her lover, a steady and secure presence that anchors Rumi as she is somersaulted into an ocean of ecstasy, lost in the waves that crash over her again and again. 

“That’s it, unnie… fuck, you’re so pretty.” Zoey murmurs in reverence, her tone soft and low as she witnesses Rumi’s powerful unraveling, fingers slowly fucking her through her orgasm and pulling every last drop of pleasure that she can out of her lover. Her thumb circles Rumi’s swollen clit, relishing in the slickness of the motion, the jolt of her lover’s hips as she extends her pleasure for a couple moments longer. 

Rumi’s body sags against the door as she comes down from her high, breathes heavy as her chest heaves up and down. Zoey stares at her fondly, her hand still as those walls squeeze around her fingers rhythmically, thumb rubbing gently until a soft whine slips out of Rumi. Then she stops entirely, her free hand coming up to smooth out Rumi’s mussed up purple hair, not minding the sweat beading at her hairline. Rumi’s skin is hot to the touch, a vibrant blush still adorning her face and ears. 

Zoey giggles softly as she takes in her lover’s post-coital look. She can’t help but lean in to kiss at the glowing blue mark on Rumi’s neck. Her path continues along Rumi’s face, soft lips kissing at the patterns along her jaw and then her cheek and then her temple. She trails down to press her lips against Rumi’s, smiling at the soft sigh against her lips before her girlfriend kisses back. It is tender and slow, and Zoey drags her into a deeper kiss, savoring the intimacy that blooms so easily between them. Her chest warms, and she wonders if Rumi’s chest is glowing warm with the blinding light of her marks too. Affection stirs beneath her ribs and Zoey’s smile grows when it gives way to the feeling of adoration and love. 

“Are you okay, Rumi? Baby? Unnie?” Zoey nuzzles against Rumi’s nose, gentle brush of warm skin as her girlfriend catches her breath. 

“Yeah…,” Rumi sighs gently, pleased even as she feels fatigue settling in her bones. She clings to Zoey, trembling hands sinking into black silky hair, nails bluntly scratching down the slope of Zoey’s nape. “That was… mhm, it felt really good.” A shy smile graces Rumi’s lips, a sweet giggle breaking free as her cheeks darken with another trace of a blush. 

“Let’s get out of here.” 

A soft jerk of Rumi’s hips has Zoey looking down. “Ah, gimme a sec.” She gingerly pulls her hand free, dark eyes narrowing on the sight of her drenched fingers. Slick and wet, viscous strings of arousal cling to her skin. Mischief overtakes Zoey and she can’t help but look Rumi square in the eye as she brings her soaked fingers to her mouth and sucks them clean. Her tongue glides along the length of her fingers, slow and sinful as she laps up every drop of slick coating her skin. The taste of her lover is utterly addicting. 

A whimper leaves Rumi’s slack mouth while her brows furrow together, gaping at the lewd display. A shudder sweeps its way down her spine and her thighs squeeze together at the coil of arousal in her belly. 

“You’re such a tease, Zoey.” Rumi whines as she presses a palm to her face, squeaking out her words as she avoids Zoey’s gaze. Yet she fails. It’s magnetic, the way she’s drawn to her girlfriend time and time again. Rumi meets Zoey’s beaming expression, those eyes alight with radiant stardust and an ever deepening well of affection, and she finds her lips mirroring the bright smile on her lover’s face. 

“You’re beautiful, unnie.” Zoey leans in again, lips brushing against Rumi’s as she declares the pulsing sentiment unable to be contained in her heart. “And I love you.” 

Being on the receiving end of that sappy look and the saccharine words, Rumi positively melts. “Love you too.” She kisses Zoey back, a reciprocation that feels like a vow renewed, and sighs at the happy noise her lover makes against her lips. 

“We should go and find Mira. Make sure she’s not thrashing those street dancers too badly.” Rumi murmurs in between their kisses, smiling when Zoey pauses mid-kiss to laugh loudly at the mental image. Knowing Mira, she’s already established her dominance with her impressive dance skills and made friends with everyone. 

“Wait, I kinda want to see that!” 

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A golden ring glimmers in the light, and Rumi stares at the reflection of herself with a mix of feelings. Shock and awe are the most prominent, followed by a hint of uncertainty swirling in those mismatched pools. Brown and gold. Liquid chocolate and amber. Rumi’s fingertips trail along the curve of her cheek, lingering on the glowing swirl of her mark that tapers along the edge of her temple, a soft exhale wisping out of her as the gold flickers briefly before returning to a normal brown color. 

Rumi blinks slowly as she stares back at her reflection. Her gaze drops down to her lips, tentatively curling them back to reveal her canine teeth. Nothing drastic… yet. But they have gotten a bit sharper, a bit bigger than before. She rubs at the lightning marks framing her temples, brushing soft lavender patterns that glimmer like silver when they catch in the light. It’s… mesmerizing, she has to admit. Her gaze trails further down her neck, where it lays bare ever since the sealing of the Gwi-Ma, and then further down her collar. Purple patterns peek out from her fitted tank top, framing her collarbones like wings. They swirl along her shoulders, jagged lightning and curling wisps, cascading down the length of her arms before stopping right before her wrists. 

Enough staring, she muses with a one more lingering glance. Rumi opens the door of the bathroom, hesitating under the threshold only for a microsecond before the sound of Zoey and Mira’s voices beckon her into the living room. She leaves the shadows of her doubts behind, lured to the warmth that radiates where her girls reside. 

The hum of the large flat screen affixed to the wall and the sizzling sounds coming from the open kitchen serve as background noise as Zoey and Mira chat, their easy banter a common back and forth in the Huntr/x Tower. Mira’s back is turned to the open space of the living room as she mans the kitchen like a seasoned veteran, her red hair tied up in a high ponytail, a collected swath of red silk swaying back and forth as she continues her conversation while wielding a chef’s knife and a ladle like a pair of weapons. The sight leans into such a domestic light and Rumi feels her chest grow warm with the thought. 

Motion waves at her peripheral and Rumi automatically turns to Zoey on the couch, attuned to her lover like a magnet reaching for its pole, her feet already moving before she can think when the youngest calls for her with grabby hand motions. 

“Hiii, unnie!” Zoey pauses mid-conversation to greet Rumi before she resumes the rapid fire debate about… superior gummy worms? Rumi doesn’t pay it any mind, too busy focusing on Zoey’s grabby hands that hover in the air, gesturing for Rumi to join her. She obliges quickly, spurred on by the feeling of being wanted (old habits die hard, she knows this), striding over to the couch only to drape herself over Zoey like an overgrown house cat. A fit of giggles are interspersed with Zoey’s next sentence as she wraps her arms around Rumi, clinging like a snuggly koala, and Rumi feels a thrum of warmth spreading through her chest at every touch brushing over her bare skin. 

Gentle hands scratch at the base of her scalp, mindful of the loose bun of her purple hair. Those slim fingers massage at the back of her neck, positively making Rumi melt at the impromptu massage Zoey gives her. The touch is grounding and consistent, pleasant pressure applied to her body that it chases any other thought away. A rumble begins in her chest, and Rumi blinks sluggishly, wondering if she was going to start purring or something. 

The sound continues undeterred, her chest vibrating gently as Zoey keeps on massaging her head and shoulders. 

Her eyes glance up at Zoey and her girlfriend seems to be having the same thought as she purses her lips, puckering like she’s trying to hold in her amusement. Another giggle leaves her lips and Rumi buries her face into Zoey’s neck, groaning softly as a hot sprawl of pink grows on her cheeks. 

“Do you purr now? Is that a thing?” Amusement tinges Zoey’s tone as she tries to stifle her giggles. 

“I guess? I don’t knowwww.” Rumi’s words are muffled along the curve of Zoey’s neck. A hand cards through her hair and the pleasant scratching makes Rumi groan, her body loosening in relaxation as Zoey hums and continues touching her. An arm wraps around her back, pulling her closer into Zoey’s front, and Rumi sinks into the embrace willingly. Her heart flutters, adoring the way Zoey holds her steady, lovingly, her grip tight as if she is attempting to fuse their bodies together through cuddles. 

“I think it’s cute.” 

Rumi peeks out from her refuge on Zoey's chest and glimpses a warm smile from her girlfriend. She mumbles something incoherent as she shoves her face into Zoey’s collar again, squirming lightly as Zoey merely laughs at her blushing ears and keeps on caressing the back of her head, nails scratching soft at her hairline. Rumi shudders, mouth dropping slack at the pleasant sensation rolling through her body. 

“Hey, dinner’s ready.” 

Mira’s voice slips into the air, footsteps drawing closer to the couch until she is standing behind it. Her gaze is warm as it settles on her two girlfriends, a soft grin on her lips as she takes in how cuddly they are. Despite the steaming fresh plates of food on the kitchen island, the urge to join the two on the couch is overwhelming. 

A smirk lifts up her lips as Mira climbs over the couch and plops herself on top of Rumi, laughing delightfully as they both squeak and wheeze from her added weight. 

“Oof!” 

“Hnng, my guts!” 

“Suck it up, losers.” Mira jests as she presses a kiss to Rumi’s shoulder blade, the touch firm as she kisses the exposed skin thanks to Rumi’s tank top. Lines run down Rumi’s back, beautiful lavender lightning bolts striking parallel to her spine, partially hidden by the fabric of her tank top, but enough is revealed to fill in the image before her. 

A hitch of breath is heard from Rumi and Zoey tightens her cuddly hold on her, stroking her hair as she watches Mira tracing the swirls and zig-zags with reverent fingertips, a look of pure adoration and awe brimming in her eyes. She grins at this, and presses a kiss to Rumi’s cheek as their girlfriend takes it all in. 

“That tickles a little, Mira.” 

The words are softly exhaled on Zoey’s collar, and she squirms at the hot breath on her skin. She strokes down Rumi’s nape in return, chuckling at the shiver that shoots through her lover. 

“Can’t help myself.” Mira murmurs as she slips her hands underneath the tank top before splaying her palms over Rumi’s back, gently squeezing at her hips and then the curve of her ribs. Rumi’s so, so warm to the touch, her body almost like a heat furnace, and Mira glides her hands over smooth skin to soak up the warmth. “You’re so pretty, I just wanna touch you all over…” 

The words sink past soft skin and vibrant patterns, seeping down, down, down until it reaches the depths of Rumi’s chest. The affirmation swirls in her core, etching itself to her soul. It feels like gentle hands cradling her very essence, kissing her with kindness and acceptance. There’s a quiet pause as Rumi trembles gently while sandwiched between her girlfriends, ears flushing crimson red while her marks flicker with a soft blue hue, and Zoey and Mira share a soft, victorious look as they hold their lover through it all. 

“C’mon, let’s go eat before my effort in the kitchen grows cold.” Mira coaxes Rumi out of hiding with a kiss pressed to the base of Rumi’s neck, her lips brushing against Zoey’s fingers as well, nipping playfully until Zoey’s cheeks are hurting from smiling so hard. 

“Yessss, time to eat! Time. To. Eat!” Zoey wiggles in place as she unceremoniously shoves her girlfriends off the couch, a skip in her step as she darts to the kitchen. 

“Ow… I thought we were having a moment.” 

“Moment’s over. Let’s go before Zoey eats all the food.” 

“Hey, wait!” And Rumi shoves at Mira as they race to the kitchen, bursting out in laughter as she dodges a wayward hand. 

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Cold is the air within the studio. Rumi swears she can see her own breath frosting in the air if she concentrates hard enough. It makes sense for the photoshoot to be cold; all that fancy, expensive equipment needs to be maintained inside, not melting outside in the scorching Seoul summer sun. And it’s not like it bothers Rumi, not anymore; her blood ran hot. One of her many newfound demon traits that seem to be cropping up one by one. She’s a walking space heater now, much to her girlfriends’ amusement. They cling to her, hands and cheeks pressed to her skin, sighing as they wrap themselves around her with no sense of shame. Like their own personal heat pack. Sometimes Rumi doesn’t know where her girls begin and where she ends, but she doesn’t ever (ever) mind the way her lovers wrap around her like clingy koalas. 

Huntr/x has been chosen to be featured in a fashion magazine spread, some prestigious brand too if Bobby’s excited sputtering on the drive over was any indication. It’s their first official schedule since the whole incident involving Gwi-Ma. Their first since Rumi’s revealed her patterns to the whole world. 

Needless to say Rumi is nervous. 

Anxiety roils in her belly, rumbling like a thousand butterflies fluttering in the cage there, writhing and waiting to be freed. Rumi gulps softly as she stares at herself in the mirror. Today’s outfit is sleek and bold and revealing. So revealing. It’s a black crop top paired with a leather chest harness and high-waisted trousers that show off her defined legs. Her signature purple braid has been traded for a glorious high ponytail, the length of it almost whip-like, and it gives off the aura of severe gaunt beauty draped in gun smoke and western cigars.  

It’s giving leather cowboy and Rumi rather digs the vibe the photographer seems to be channeling. It’s the sexy and dangerous chic vibes that pulls the viewer in with the reveal of skin and toned muscles and vibrant flares of iridescent colors. 

The vibrant flare is her. 

Her marks bared for the whole world to see. 

Iridescent hues blooming in a world of rich black leather and the monotone of smooth, sensual skin. 

Rumi swallows quietly as she eyes the patterns adorning her arms and shoulders and waist and hips. Lightning bolts shimmering down her arms, swirls of incandescent light dancing on the lines of her abs, framing the jut of her v-line hips in a suggestive haze the same you would do to a chiseled marble statue—while all of her patterns are swathed in mesmerizing iridescent color. She looks good, but a little bit of doubt still lingers in the back of her mind. 

“Rumi? Are you ready?” Zoey’s voice cuts through the tension sitting high on Rumi’s shoulders. And the sight of her girlfriend poking her head into the dressing room is a great relief. She focuses on Zoey’s excited grin, the dark ring of attractive gleaming in her eyes, and the pure adoration beaming from her body language. 

“Y-Yeah… I think so.” Rumi exhales, a little more at ease in Zoey’s presence. 

“Alright, let’s go! They’re waiting for you.” 

A deep breath is sucked in between her teeth before Rumi makes for the door, strutting her way towards the set crowded by make-up artists and stylists and tech staff. The glint of the professional cameras catch Rumi’s eye, and her confidence is rebuilt as numerous gazes fall on her figure, staring and admiring and appreciating the outfit that accentuates the lines of her body. 

She’s a Hunter, voice proud and strong. 

She’s Huntr/x’s leader. 

And the way Mira and Zoey look at her—blatantly staring with heat seated deep in the pools of their eyes, a slackness to their jaws as they stare and stare and stare —it’s an indulgent stroke to her ego. 

Rumi takes center stage on the set, her body language relaxed and calm as she oozes sex appeal and feminine grace and masculine charm of a rogue leather cowboy. Patterns hum with a soft wispy blue as she slides her palms over the chest harness, fingers flexing as they grip the material in a suggestive way, hypnotizing the watching audience into thinking they want to be held like that—gripped with a sureness that doesn’t hesitate, held with a warmth that is greedy to spread across skin. 

“Perfect! Give me that effortless charm! You look so good!” The camera shutters repeatedly as the photographer captures her image, enthusiastic with their words as the lenses work hard. Pictures of her poses pop up in the reviewing monitor, and Rumi feels a sense of smugness and pride coiling in her chest whenever she catches a glimpse of herself. Oh, their fans are absolutely going to eat this photoshoot up. 

Her hands move on their own, a sensual performance given to all those who dare to watch, to witness the rebirth of Rumi’s confidence in herself, slender fingers sliding over her curves and tracing along her muscles. She flexes inadvertently when her arms move from pose to pose, her abs rippling with ease as she locks her core and showcases years of dancing and demon hunting. To the camera, to the staff gathering around the monitor in awe, and especially to Mira and Zoey who linger by the edge of the set, dark eyes fixated on her like they’re waiting for a moment to pounce, to steal her away and feast on the meal Rumi has provided just for them.  

(“Bobby, I’m gonna need the first copy off the press.” 

“Bobby, I need you to make a huge poster of Rumi’s section for me. Preferably big enough to hang in the practice room.”

“Done and done.”) 

She smirks after a quick glance over at her girlfriends, and the photographer squeals with glee. “Yes, honey! Give me that smirk! That handsome charm! Embody that sexiness!” 

A bark of laughter bubbles out of Rumi, the sound low and swelling with amusement, and she sees the way everybody sways as if entranced by the sound. The camera flashes, capturing the split moment of joy, and she knows this photo will be a fan favorite for sure Oh, her ego is massive now. Rumi smirks and plays it up, switching poses to the beat of the music playing in the background, taking command of the set with her sexy leather cowboy persona. 

Later, when the photoshoot finishes with the praise of the director, Mira and Zoey do steal her away. A bubbling laughter spills out of Rumi as she is all but dragged into her dressing room, warm hands and fingers gripping her wrists and arms, a sense of urgency presented that makes Rumi’s chest warm with affection and a heat that shoots straight to the space between her legs. 

She’s pushed against the edge of the vanity, gasping out loud as Mira presses firmly into her side, hot mouth latching onto the smooth column of her neck and warm fingertips slipping underneath the band of her crop top. Zoey’s mouth is busy kissing and licking at her abs, the sharp bite of teeth pulling an even sharper gasp out of Rumi’s lips before it tapers into a moan. Pleasure blooms on her skin, an insistent warmth surging through her body as her lovers take her. 

“You look so good, baby.” 

“Like sex personified.” Zoey murmurs as her tongue skims the jut of Rumi’s right hip bone, dark eyes staring up at her girlfriend before she bites down hard and leaves a claim on her skin. A flood of want rips through Rumi’s chest and she lets out a groan as she pushes her hip further into Zoey’s mouth. The sting of pain feels good as it mixes with her pleasure. 

“Did you enjoy riling us up?” Mira says as her hands massage Rumi's chest, fingers squeezing and rolling the stiff peaks of her nipples. She bends down to kiss at her lover’s throat, teeth and tongue trailing a blazing path down to her chest. Mira takes a nipple into her mouth, suckling so sweetly before her teeth grazes the bud. Pleasure is quick to sink into her senses as Mira maintains eye contact, the tension ripe with crackling electricity, heat blooming in Rumi’s belly as she is held in Mira’s gaze. Those lips glide over her sternum, wet kisses marking her skin, alternating between each breast until her chest is riddled with bite marks and the saliva of Mira’s loving mouth. Rumi’s head cranes back as pleasure takes over her mind like a hazy fog. Her lips are parted to let soft pants out, whimpering at the combined stimulation assaulting her senses. 

“I… hah, I did. You two looked… mhm, r-ready to jump me.” Rumi gets the words out between low moans and panting breaths. Amusement lingers in her tone, and Rumi is quick to chuckle when her reply seems to egg on her lovers. Mira grips her jaw in a tight hold as her lips meet Rumi’s, dragging her into a hot open-mouthed kiss that makes her bones want to melt in her embrace. Zoey has bypassed her pants and underwear after she’s had her fill of kissing the marks curling around Rumi’s hips, fingertips hooking into the hem of her clothes to drag it down her legs before her mouth eagerly latches onto her cunt. 

Rumi moans into Mira’s mouth, breath hitching as Zoey licks at her pussy, kissing the swell of her clit and lavishing attention onto the bundle of nerves before her fingers slip inside hot and dripping walls. Pleasure ripples through Rumi like a bolt of lightning, and even through lidded eyes, she can see the flicker of her patterns beginning to glow. Mira’s hand sinks into her hair, nails scratching delightfully against her scalp, tugging at her ponytail as she devours her with deep, messy kisses. Rumi is breathless through it all, her hands gripping Mira’s shoulder and the back of Zoey’s head, pulling them closer, wanting them impossibly closer as they take her. 

“You taste so good, unnie.” The words slip out between slick, obscene noises made by wet lips and soaked skin. And the visual of her own wetness coating Zoey’s mouth and dripping down her lover’s chin has Rumi breathless, shuddering violently as another bolt of arousal shoots straight to her clit. The title is a cherry on top, and Rumi whines as she feels her walls clench, whines as she watches a flood of wetness smearing against Zoey’s open mouth. 

“Hope you don’t have any plans, Rumi. I don’t think you’re going to be able to walk by the time we’re done with you.” Mira chuckles as she smirks, the rasp in her voice so damn attractive as those dark eyes drink Rumi up. Her nails slowly drag down the length of Rumi’s abs, the sensation both ticklish and pleasant enough to make her hips buck, and her mouth is quick to steal the long moan that comes crawling out of Rumi’s throat. 

And she is all too happy to be pliant, submissive to the carnal desires surging through the pair. Pressed against the vanity, she indulges in the primal urge to take and be taken, surrendering herself to the love and want that is given in abundance by Mira and Zoey. 

Here, she is loved. 

Here, she is wanted. 

Here, caged in Zoey and Mira’s embrace and cloistered in the privacy of a dressing room, Rumi gives all of her in exchange for all of them. 

// 

“M-More…” 

The breathy word coming out of Zoey is mesmerizing, an indulgent plea that echoes in Rumi’s ears, tingling down her spine with the heat that is reminiscent of her own desires. She shudders as Zoey’s hips cant up into her mouth, hips rolling and grinding into her face. Wetness smears along her mouth and chin and it’s like Rumi can't get enough. The taste of her lover is decadent on her tongue, heady and addicting as she takes Zoey’s swollen clit between her lips and suckles harshly. A sharp cry rings in the space of Rumi’s bedroom, delicious gasps and breathy whines that come from Zoey herself, and it makes Rumi want to hear more of it. 

“More?” Rumi’s lips brush against Zoey’s trembling thigh, kissing the soft skin there before she marks it with a ring of her teeth. Two fingers circle at Zoey’s hole, teasing with slow motions as they slide through slick wetness. 

“Yes, yes…!” Zoey’s hips jerk as her dark eyes catch Rumi’s, lips parted to pant softly as she gazes into those dark pools. The sheer want reflecting back has goosebumps erupting across her skin, a delightful shiver that runs down to her curling toes. 

Two fingers slip inside easily and twin moans meet in the air as Rumi plunges her digits in deep. It’s so wet and warm, awe and arousal unfurls across her face as she feels her lover’s walls squeezing around her, clenching and pulsing as she curls her fingers. A stuttering moan rips out of Zoey as those fingers curl and massage at her front wall, searching for that spot— “there, r-right there!”— that makes her lover twitch and writhe against her bed sheets. 

“You’re so wet, baby.” Rumi moans into the crease of Zoey’s hip and pelvis, licking at a bead of sweat that dots her girlfriend’s skin. She mouths at the curve of Zoey’s hip, adoring the tremor that shakes through her as Rumi works her fingers in slowly, working her fingers in as deep as they can go. A back and forth motion that carries through the ocean of wetness that wants to suck her in, dragging her in deeper and deeper, squeezing so delightfully tight like it doesn’t ever want Rumi to leave. 

“Feels so good, u-unnie!” Zoey hiccups, a sobbing moan wrenching itself out of her chest as her back arches so prettily, hips rolling languidly as she fucks herself down on Rumi’s hand. The sight sends a flood of heat to Rumi’s chest and she groans at how hot it is, how ridiculously sexy Zoey is like this. A bolt of arousal surges through Rumi, sinking into her core. She squeezes her thighs together, an attempt to relieve a bit of the pressure there. 

Hands card through her loose purple hair, undone in the midst of heated kisses, and the sensation of Zoey’s fingers winding in her hair, nails scratching pleasantly at her scalp makes Rumi groan and shudder, lost in the heady pleasure of the simple act. 

“More… I need more of you, unnie.” Zoey’s begging feels like her undoing, and Rumi groans as the words send a rush of warmth through her body. 

“Tell me what you need. Let me take care of you.” The title pricks at Rumi’s skin, a wave of warmth that has her eyes dilating and body intimately tuned to her lover, eager to please and attend to every one of her needs. 

Zoey groans lowly, eyelashes fluttering softly as she gazes at Rumi settled between her legs. Soft kisses press against the warm skin of her thighs and it has her breath hitching. Seeing Rumi like this, hair tousled and mouth shiny with a sheen of wetness—Zoey feels her walls clenching around the fingers still rubbing inside of her, a fresh wave of her arousal leaking out slowly. 

Yet it isn’t enough. 

“I need you, Rumi… hah, need you to fill me up.” 

Electricity crackles in the space between them as they lock eyes, silent save for panting breaths and the slick wetness coming from Rumi’s slow thrusting fingers. Zoey watches as Rumi bends her head to kiss at her clit, a shaky exhale at the contact, before her girlfriend retreats gingerly. 

“Okay, okay.” Rumi kisses her slowly, tongue licking gently into Zoey’s mouth. She lingers like she doesn’t want to stop, but smiles when Zoey pushes at her shoulder and grins up at her, eyes half-lidded with arousal and a fond grin twisting on her lips. 

Zoey runs her hands over her chest, palms squeezing gently as she watches Rumi retreat to the bathroom before returning a moment later with a harness strapped to her hips, the toy sleek in black and girthy enough to make Zoey’s core ache at the sight of it alone. The sight of Rumi like this sends a molten wave of arousal crashing over her senses, and Zoey moans out loud, walls desperately clenching around nothing. 

Her legs spread wider as Rumi returns to settle in the space made for her, thighs brushing thighs, Zoey’s ragged breath escalating as the touch of warm silicone slides through her folds. Her hands shoot up to grab at Rumi’s shoulders, nails biting into soft flesh, and tugs her down until her lover is bracketing her against the mattress. Rumi’s weight pins her to the bed, and she preens at the sensation, adorning the warm weight flush against her body. 

Their eyes are locked onto the way the toy glides effortlessly against her soaked folds, hips jerking when the tip bumps against her swollen clit. Zoey whimpers and Rumi growls in response, desire coursing through their bodies like a pulsing beat, heartbeat pounding in their ears. 

A hand cups Rumi’s cheek, directing her gaze back to Zoey’s. Dark eyes stare into hers, and Rumi feels her mouth go dry at being on the receiving end of that stare. Affection and arousal swirl in Zoey’s eyes, dark and gleaming with want—all of it directed at Rumi. She sends a silent prayer of thanks to whoever is listening, grateful to receive any bit of Zoey’s love and desire like this. 

“Fuck me, unnie. I want you deep inside of me, all of me.” Zoey’s words feel like fire licking on her skin, pure desire scorching at the last remains of her control. Zoey’s thumb brushes across the seam of her lips and Rumi opens her mouth eagerly, taking her girlfriend’s thumb into her mouth and suckling slowly, the flat of her tongue pressing against the pad of her thumb. Dark eyes dilate even further, a chasm opening up to reveal surging depths of arousal. 

Rumi’s hands grip at Zoey’s thighs, spreading them further apart before a hand fists her cock, rubbing the tip against her lover’s fluttering hole. Wetness slides down the shaft and Rumi’s breaths turn ragged, panting audibly as she pushes the tip inside. It sinks in so easily. And the lewd sight of it has pressure coiling tightly in Rumi’s belly. 

A long and slow moan is pulled out of Zoey’s chest as Rumi pushes deep inside, sinking inch after inch in until she bottoms out. Slick walls swallow her whole and she shares a moan with Zoey when the skin of their hips meet. Rumi pauses, taking a moment to savor this feeling, relishing in the way her lover squirms and whines as she adjusts to the delicious stretch. 

She peppers kisses along Zoey’s face, her thumbs rubbing across Zoey’s hips, reverent touches in an attempt to soothe. Zoey tugs her closer by a hand on her nape and kisses her, lips meeting lips in a connection that squeezes at Rumi’s heart. It’s soft and slow and full of emotion, and Rumi is greedy as she drinks it all up, greedy for more of whatever Zoey will give her. 

“You’re so good to me, unnie.” Zoey says against her mouth, and Rumi feels her throat go dry, her pulse quickening as Zoey pulls back to gaze at her with the softest of looks. Sweet and saccharine. Adoration swims in her eyes, and Rumi is frozen as Zoey traces her fingertips along her marks, following the hum of light as it pulses in time with her heartbeat. 

Her chest swells with overwhelming warmth. 

Words fail Rumi so she responds with action, her hips pressing deeper into Zoey, grinding her cock deep against her lover’s cunt. It earns her a startled gasp and then a soft breathy giggle that makes her belly flutter. 

Zoey’s hand drags down her spine, blunt nails scratching pink lines onto her skin. “Fuck me, unnie. Make me feel good.” She smiles as Rumi’s hands push her knees to her chest, lips faltering as a deep moan tumbles out of her following the change in position. 

“I will, baby. Unnie will make you feel so good.” Rumi murmurs as she pins her girlfriend down. 

“You’re so d-deep!” Zoey whines, breathy as she struggles to focus on the way Rumi’s cock grazes the deepest part of her. “Harder, n-need you to…!” 

And Rumi growls at the statement, the sight of her cock buried deep in Zoey’s pussy makes her feel crazy. A sight that makes her body heated, the need to ravage overtaking her common sense. Her hips roll slowly, dragging her cock back before slamming right back inside. Zoey’s body rocks with the movement, a sharp cry falling from her lips as pleasure begins to descend on her mind and body. 

The sound of wet skin clapping mingles with the guttural moans and the raspy growls, and the obscene noises drowns out any other sound within the bedroom. She can’t hear anything else but Zoey’s sweet moans, can’t tear her gaze away from the pleasure that contorts the features of Zoey’s face, can’t break out of the trance that is Zoey’s blatant ecstasy hypnotizing her and spurring her own hips. She works her hips until every thrust is a punishing pounding of her cock, spearing deep into Zoey, stretching her cunt out thoroughly, battering against her cervix until her lover is a writhing and moaning mess beneath her. 

“H-Harder! Need to feel your cock deep inside… rutting into me. Unnie, please!”  

“Oh, fuck… hah…”  

“I’m so full, fuck… more, unnie!” 

Sweat drips from their bodies, the touch of heated skin a new craving, and the pleasure that coils and unfolds between the two of them is addicting in every way possible. 

“Rumi… Rumi! Your cock feels so good, u-unnie!” Zoey sobs as she clings onto Rumi, hands scratching down her girlfriend’s back, slack mouth slurring out praises until words fail her, until she’s panting and whining incoherently into the warm skin of Rumi’s neck, mouthing at the pretty glowing marks. 

“I’m c-close…” Rumi gasps sharply as her hips jerk, faltering for a second before she resumes her punishing pace. The sensation of pounding into Zoey, the way her lover’s walls grip and clench around her feels almost too real, and that sends another wave of arousal coiling tight in her belly. The strap pushes against her own clit with every thrust, and each brush of it feels like a jolt straight to her core. 

Zoey thrashes beneath her in response, her dark eyes now dilated like black holes, greedy for more and more. Her girlfriend surges up to take her into a kiss, desperate and needy words pressed against her lips. “I-Inside! Come inside me, unnie— fuck, please!”  

And the thought of it, the thought of coming inside and breeding her lover and filling her up to the brim—Rumi growls and moans and her hips buck violently before they piston in and out of Zoey’s soaked cunt, fucking as deep as she can go. 

“Breed me, unnie. Don’t you want that? Want to breed my pretty little pussy and fill me up with your cum?” Zoey’s words feel like molten heat surging in her belly, temptation incarnate as it sweeps down her spine. It’s not real but it feels like it is and then Zoey is whining louder and writhing a little harder under her, emboldened by the dirty talk spilling free. 

“Yes, yes, yes!” Rumi growls, a strangled moan building in the back of her throat. She presses harder into the warm, writhing body beneath her, addicted to the feeling of Zoey’s hands roaming over her skin, touching her like she can’t get enough, all this hot skin to skin contact making her head dizzy. It feels so damn good. 

“Gonna fill you, g-gonna make sure you’re so full of me, baby.” Rumi groans and huffs, delirious with the maddening thought. The pressure in her belly tightens and tightens, coiling until she’s sure she’s going to burst. 

“Come in me, c-come with me, unnie!” Zoey pants against her mouth, trading sloppy kisses until she’s just whining against Rumi’s lips. 

“Take it… take it all, baby.” Rumi shudders as she hurtles towards the edge, surrendering to the violent pulses of pleasure that ripples through her body. 

All that delightfully wound up pressure snaps and Rumi howls with a guttural moan, lost in the way Zoey arches up into her body and lets out a sweet, sinful mewl of a moan against her lips. White blankets her vision and then it feels like stars are bursting behind her eyelids, vibrant and explosive, an eruption of euphoria that resonates throughout her mind and body. She’s floating in a sea of ecstasy, limbs pliant and soft as waves of pleasure wash over her again and again. 

Zoey trembles beneath her, and Rumi relishes in the feeling of their bodies flushed together. She strokes at her lover’s arms, enjoying the way Zoey clings to her, arms wrapped around Rumi’s shoulders and fingers gripping at her skin like a lifeline. Zoey’s thighs are locked around her waist, and Rumi slides a palm down the outside of her thigh, holding her lover steady as her orgasm courses through her. 

“M-More, unnie…” Zoey begs so sweetly, with her eyes glistening with tears and pitch black pupils full of searing heat. Rumi can never deny her when she gets like this. 

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you, baby.” 

Rumi kisses the corner of Zoey’s mouth, kissing down her jaw as her hips grind in a steady motion, a hand slipping in between to rub circles at Zoey’s swollen clit. A sharp cry falls free, and then there are breathy moans pressing against the shell of her ear. Rumi carries on, lost in the heady stimulation and enjoying Zoey’s reactions more than she should. She keeps on grinding her cock deep inside of Zoey’s pussy, fingers still rubbing lazy circles on that swollen clit, and keeps on murmuring sweet nothings against Zoey’s jaw until her lover is a shaking mess. Until Zoey is trembling and whining loudly as a gush of wetness splashes against Rumi’s thighs, soaking their skin as another orgasm forcibly wrenches through Zoey. 

Rumi comes to a slow stop, her hands retreating into Zoey’s hair as her lover shudders loudly with a piercing cry, chest heaving up and down as she catches her breath. She watches in awe, a specter held by reverent devotion, dark eyes gleaming as they catch every motion of pleasure that whips across Zoey’s expressions. 

“Good? Feeling okay?” Rumi asks as she strokes at Zoey’s crown, fingers carding through soft black silky hair, petting at her girlfriend’s choppy bangs, the pads of her thumbs stroking circles along Zoey’s temples. 

“Yeah, yeah… Mhmm, I can’t feel my legs, unnie.” Zoey huffs out a breathless laugh into the crook of Rumi’s neck, her knees knocking gently against either side of Rumi’s waist. Rumi barks out a short laugh above her, and Zoey sighs at the feeling of her lover’s weight resting on top of her. She snuggles closer to her lover, relishing in the way Rumi wraps around her so readily, so intimately. 

// 

“Do a kickflip!” 

“Bet!” 

Mira snaps a few pics with her phone as Rumi shouts at a passing Zoey, laughter bubbling out of them as they watch their girlfriend zooming around the empty pool on her skateboard. The gleeful maniacal laughter streaming out of Zoey prompts Mira to turn her photo taking into video recording. 

There’s a startled yelp before two pairs of high-pitched laughter collide into each other. 

“AHH!” 

“Oh—Oh my god, Zoey!” 

“Annnnd that’s a wrap!” Mira’s video cuts off abruptly, the last frame a chaotic thumbnail of Rumi fretting over a sprawled out Zoey while Mira is laughing her ass off. 

The video is posted on the official Huntr/x social media account and it goes viral in a matter of minutes. Tons of hearts and likes and shares are made while the three spend the rest of their carefree afternoon at the skatepark. 

// 

Disbelief shudders across Rumi’s face as she stares at her right hand, shock and awe swelling within her as she holds her hands in front of her, twisting and turning and inspecting the stark difference between the left and right. 

A dark purple color covers her entire right hand, the hue streaking down her wrist before it tapers into her usual jagged lightning marks at the inside of her elbow. Razor sharp claws tip the end of her fingers, and the width of her palm has grown larger. A demon’s hand, truly, has transformed her limb. Her left hand remains the same slender form of her human side, and Rumi’s eyes flicker back and forth to note the contrast, the difference in shape and size and form.  

A soft shuddering breath leaves her lungs as she stares and stares and stares, still incredulous at the sheer difference. She doesn’t know what prompted the change, still clueless as her heart beats erratically in her chest. A hummingbird pulse, quick to drum against her ribs as she is rendered speechless. 

“Rumi?” 

“Ahh!” 

“What the fu—“ 

“Gah!” 

Muscle memory invoked by surprise and fear moves Rumi before her brain can formulate a thought. She’s a whirlwind of movement, the world spinning between it stops on the image of Mira. 

Mira pinned against the wall with Rumi’s demon hand wrapped around her throat. 

Wide eyes lock together as harsh breaths exhale, stunned and speechless at the situation they’ve stumbled into. Everything falls into a shocked stillness as Rumi breathes out shakily, pupils dilated as they focus on the way the tips of her claws are poised against the sensitive skin of Mira’s neck, ink black sharpness pressing down until the skin under her touch whitens with the pressure. 

“M-Mira?!” 

“W-Whoa, babe, it’s just me.” The words are carefully pushed out of her lips, a slight struggle as the pressure around her neck remains steadfast. 

Rumi immediately loosens her grip and snatches back her hand, wide-eyed and flustered at what she had done. “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to…” She cradles her hand against her chest, mouth opening and closing like a fish. 

“It’s okay, really. It was kinda hot… I mean,”  Mira coughs softly, her hand rising to rub at her throat. There’s no damage done, just a hint of pink around her neck as she stares at Rumi’s hand. “Is that new?” She blinks hard, lips parting slightly as she takes in the contrasting visual. 

“Um… uh,” Rumi stammers, her face slowly flushing red as Mira’s comment has a slew of inappropriate images flooding her brain. She catches on to Mira’s question, clinging to it like a lifeline, “Err—yes! My hand just became… this??” 

She shoves her hand in between them haphazardly, hovering awkwardly as they both stare at it. Her marks pulse with a soft blue glow, but the purple skin does not change. She flexes her fingers and the glint of sharp clawed tips catches in the light. 

“Interesting…” 

There is a glint that sits in Mira’s eyes and Rumi gulps as her girlfriend’s gaze darts between her hand and Rumi’s face. A shiver runs down her spine as she watches her lover look at her like this, something akin to a predator on the prowl. 

“Um… babe?” 

Dark eyes stare at her for a moment before the tension eases, the rich emotion there shifting, tucked away beneath the surface but never truly gone. The pet name makes Mira grin, a lazy smile that eases Rumi’s sudden apprehension. 

“Relax, it’s okay. You didn’t hurt me. And you’re fine too, right? You didn’t hurt yourself when your hand took on this new form?” 

Mira reaches for her, two warm and soft palms cradling Rumi’s demon hand gingerly. Fingers brush over her knuckles, tracing down to inspect the sharp claws. The touch is so warm and affectionate in Mira’s own way, and it makes Rumi’s belly flutter as she watches her girlfriend bring her hand up to her mouth. Her own throat goes dry as she helplessly watches Mira kiss each knuckle, soft pink lips brushing along the purple hue of her hand, breathless as those plump lips kiss the tips of her claws. 

Something warm pulses in her chest, and Rumi feels her face grow hot as Mira maintains eye contact with her, smirking as she takes her time mouthing at each thick finger, lips kissing and tongue slowly tracing each claw. 

“…um, Mira…” Rumi swallows thickly, her brain completely grinding to a halt as she watches and feels every little sensation of Mira’s mouth on her hand and fingers and knuckles. 

Dark eyes linger on her as Mira presses a soft kiss to the middle of her palm. Rumi could easily grip the entire lower half of Mira’s face, and her breath is shaky as the thought plagues her mind. Her fingers twitch, flexing as if in response, and Mira’s eyes light up like stars. 

“Maybe… maybe another time.” Rumi manages to get the words out, choking on how dry her throat has become. Her ears are burning, and she’s sure that her blush has spread down to her neck by now. 

Mirth swirls in Mira’s eyes, mingling with the tint of arousal present. She chuckles softly and kisses Rumi’s palm again before grabbing a hold of it. Fingers intertwine with her own and Rumi is still staring at their joined hands. The size difference is huge and oh, god, her thoughts are veering towards the gutter again. 

“Next time then.” Mira smirks as she leans into Rumi’s personal space, smiling smugly before she presses their mouths together. It’s a slow kiss, indulgent motions of lips moving together until Rumi relaxes into her lover’s touch. Tension seeps out of her as Mira kisses her deeply, dragging her into a web of tangled focus where nothing but Mira remains. 

When they part, Rumi’s eyes are half-lidded, panting softly as Mira’s free hand comes up to stroke at her cheek. The marks near her temple are glowing, vibrant blue humming with every caress of Mira’s thumb across her cheekbone. 

// 

“Huntr/x don’t miss! How it’s done done done!” Zoey’s charismatic voice sweeps over the area of the stage, vibrating with confidence and an easy swag that is boosted by her girls. 

Especially by Rumi. 

Specifically Rumi seeing that she has their maknae sitting on the top of her shoulders. A giant grin sits on their faces, stretching their smiles from ear to ear as they giggle on stage. It’s a rehearsal for a music show, and somehow Rumi and Zoey have gotten up to another one of their ‘gremlin shenanigans’, as Mira liked to call it. 

Sweatpants and loose t-shirts adorn the two as they lumber around stage, posing for photos from the live audience and cackling like two teenagers hyped up on sugar and attention. Mira stands off center of the stage, watching them with a mixture of fondness and exasperation. In her hand is a camera, and she is definitely recording this for her vlog. Their fans are going to go crazy over this moment, and if Mira keeps some part of this goofy recording of her girls for herself, well… nobody but her will know. 

“Look, Mira, I’m the tallest now!” Zoey laughs loudly as Rumi comes towards Mira, snickering as Zoey makes exaggerated poses as she looms over their main dancer. She and Rumi begin to dance to their choreo, synchronized like one unit, and somehow it looks kinda decent—that is until the pair break into uncontrollable laughter, their faces screwing up into adorable blushes. 

Mira smirks as she joins in on the choreo dance, flipping her hair this way and that, sparkles winking from her confidence as she executes the dance flawlessly. Their fans cheer from the audience stands, and Mira bows exaggeratedly. 

“Hm, I don’t think you can beat me in this dance battle.” Mira poses with a hand on her hip, long legs and long limbs accentuating her victorious decree. 

“Oh!! It’s so on!” Zoey flails her arms as she points a finger at Mira. “C’mon, Rumi! We gotta show her up!” 

“W-Wait—my stomach hurts… ahaha, this is too funny!” Rumi staggers forward, laughing loudly as she holds onto Zoey’s hips tightly, partaking in the impromptu dance battle that their fans cheer on enthusiastically from the side. 

“Prepare for the taste of defeat!” Mira smirks as she does a twirl and ends it with a corny battle pose. Somehow she manages to make it look super cool. 

“Not if I serve it to you first!” Zoey all but screams in delight, her giggles drowned out by the excited “OHH!” of the crowd. 

“I can’t wait to see this episode on the internet later.” Rumi snickers under her breath, a wide grin splitting her face as someone plays a song on the speakers, egging on their dance battle. Oh, this beat is perfect!  

// 

“Feels good… you’re doing so good, Rumi.” 

Warm, it’s so warm right now. 

She feels it hot on her face, warmth rippling through her limbs, an insistent heat that coils deep in her belly. 

Rumi feels a shudder wracking down her spine, vibrant frissons blooming across her body, her patterns lighting up in an iridescent shimmer as the praise drops from Mira’s lips. Her girlfriend’s hands run up and down her arms, resting on Rumi’s shoulders to squeeze sensually. Her heartbeat is drumming in her chest, pulsing against her ribs as she feels the molten wave of arousal coursing through her body. 

Rumi’s hands are gripping Mira’s hips, fingers squeezing tight as she holds her lover securely in her lap. Her eyes are blown, pupils dilated as arousal swims in those deep pools, focused on nothing else but the visage of Mira in her lap, hips rolling and bucking down on her strap. Each push down with her body weight has a sharp jolt of sheer want rushing through her, and Rumi can’t help the growling moan that crawls out of her chest with every bounce. 

“Yeah?” Rumi’s voice is raspy, tinged with desire, gruff with every breathy exhale as she watches Mira with rapture. Unable to tear her gaze away from the sight of her lover like this, indulging in sinful delight and appearing like temptation itself. 

A groan leaves Rumi as she watches Mira in her lap, soft breasts bouncing with every motion, skin glistening with sweat, a pretty pink flush painted on her cheeks, half-lidded eyes gazing down at her. Staring unabashedly. Rumi’s heart does acrobatics as she holds Mira close, fingers pressing and touching and rubbing across soft skin, pulling her down every time Mira rocks down onto her cock. 

Her stomach is coiled tight with pressure and arousal, her pleasure ricocheting across nerves as she watches her lover. 

“Am I doing good? Does it feel good, Mira?” 

And Mira chuckles gently as she rocks down, a soft moan leaving her lips as she cradles Rumi’s face in her palms, thumbs stroking along a sharp jawline, the odd of her thumb tracing the glowing hum of a mark right below Rumi’s ear. The touch is addicting, and Rumi lets out a sharp exhale as Mira touches her languidly. There’s no rush in every little gesture, like she is here to indulge in the sake of touching and unraveling Rumi for as long as she likes. 

And Rumi wouldn’t have it any other way. 

“Yes, baby, you’re doing so good for me. Mhm, your cock feels so good.” Mira smirks as she rocks down hard for emphasis. A breathy moan sings in the air, lofty and indulgent, and it makes Rumi gasp, panting audibly as pleasure ripples through her. Just the sensation of Mira’s pleasure makes herself feel good, the need to please overtaking the aching want in her core. 

Red hair cascades down her shoulder as Mira bends her hair, leaning closer into Rumi until her lips are able to brush the shell of her lover’s ear. The words come out of her mouth easily, and she is smug as she stirs up that heady sensation fogging over Rumi’s brain. 

“You’re stretching me out so good… ngh, so big.” Mira moans loudly, the sound pulling on itself as she lifts her hips up before sinking back down on the thick girth. “Feels so good when I have you deep inside.” 

Ragged goes Rumi’s breath as her grip turns tighter on Mira’s hips, and that pulls another loud moan out of her lover. The pressure feels divine, and Rumi’s demon strength only makes Mira wetter. It feels so good to be held tight, to have Rumi’s touch clawing into her skin, to have that possessive grip curling around her waist. Slick sounds echo through the room, all of it entirely caused by Mira’s soaked pussy fucking down onto Rumi, and every slide of slick flesh and firm silicone leaves them wanting for more. 

“You look so good like this… riding me, taking all of me.” Rumi pants and grunts, lost in the sight of Mira’s cunt taking her, dripping wetness sticking to their thighs. Evidence of her arousal, of her desire for the other. 

“Cute…” Mira murmurs as she slips a thumb across the seam of Rumi’s lips, taking note of the way Rumi’s eyes shake and her breath hitches in her throat. She curls a hand around Rumi’s nape and tugs her closer, smiling in approval when her lover begins kissing at her chest. Mira’s eyes flutter shut at the feeling of Rumi’s warm mouth on her skin, lips kissing around her breasts, sighing heavily when she takes a nipple inside her mouth. 

A whimper makes its way out of Mira’s mouth as Rumi suckles and licks at her pebbled nipple, the edge of sharp teeth grazing the sensitive flesh has her back arching further into Rumi’s touch, and Mira is trembling as Rumi lavishes her chest with undivided attention. The pace of her hips stutters, but the firm grip of Rumi’s hands lifting and dropping her onto that thick girth has pleasure washing over Mira, stars bursting behind her eyelids as the pace is resumed without a hitch. 

And that makes her feel hot all over. How strong Rumi is, how easily she can overpower Mira but chooses not to. Mira’s head is a blanket of white hot pleasure, dizzy from how good it feels to have Rumi fucking her like this. 

“You’re so strong… fuck.” Mira whines as she leans closer into Rumi, her hands threading into silky purple locks, clinging for an anchor as Rumi’s hot tongue swirls around her nipples, sharp teeth marking the soft curves of her chest. 

“So soft… you’re so pretty.” Rumi’s lips brush over every word, adoration sparkling in her gaze as she continues marking Mira’s chest with her mouth and teeth. 

“Fuck me, fuck me, Rumi.” Mira gasps sharply as an aching need sweeps over her senses. Her core aches, throbbing with how much she needs Rumi to wreck her. Thoroughly. A fresh wave of arousal floods her body, and then she’s whining as fresh wetness coats Rumi’s cock. “Need you to make me come on your cock.” 

And the needy words dripping out of Mira’s mouth has Rumi growling, muffling her own desperate moan against the saliva-slick skin of Mira’s chest. “Please, please… I can make you feel good.” 

“Show me, baby. Show me how good you can be.” Mira’s lips kiss her temple, moaning as she feels Rumi’s nails digging into the skin of her hips. Sharp and hot, just like the heat that blooms in her core. 

Firm hands lift Mira up while simultaneously pulling her flush against Rumi’s front. A growl is pressed right against her throat and her breath hitches as she feels Rumi’s teeth sinking into the curve of her neck. Pleasure erupts all over her senses as Rumi’s hands clamp down around her hips and waist and hold her in place, her lover’s hips working at a punishing pace as Rumi ruts up into her. It’s sudden and all at once, the way pleasure dances across her senses, intoxicating with the way Rumi fucks her like it’s her sole purpose. That thick girth slides into her effortlessly, assisted by the abundance of slick wetness that drips out of her. Mira moans loudly, sweet cries of debauchery as she takes the shameless pounding of skin on skin. Her nails scratch against Rumi’s scalp, eliciting a rumbling purr, a heady sigh as Rumi mouths against the skin of her neck. 

“So good… fuck, you’re dripping.” 

“Keep going… hah, d-don’t… don’t stop!” 

A trembling washes over Mira as she feels her walls being stretched out so good. She bites down on the swell of her bottom lip only to let her mouth drop open for an obscene moan. Dark eyes flutter shut as Mira feels how deep Rumi is fucking into her, the tip grazing against a sweet spot with every harsh thrust upwards. She chokes on a moan, whimpering and mewling as Rumi drills up into her. Her hands card through silky purple hair, gripping tight as— “There! Fuck, Rumi, don’t stop!” 

“You’re… fuck, squeezing so tight.” Rumi grunts as a bit of resistance slows her down. But the sound of Mira’s pleasure swirls in her ears, and pride and arousal sinks deep into her chest. She pushes Mira’s hips down, sinks her nails a little deeper against the skin of Mira’s waist before powering through. Her supernatural strength is a boon in times like these, and Rumi muffles another moan against Mira’s neck as she works her hips a little faster, a little harder—anything to keep Mira moaning and shaking in her embrace. 

It feels good like this, to push Mira towards the edge, to stoke waves of pleasure within her lover. A profuse blush stains her cheeks and sweat glistens on her skin, but Rumi couldn’t stop herself even if she wanted to. Making her lover feel good brings herself a sense of intrinsic pleasure. Rumi kisses at Mira’s collar, her teeth leaving bruising marks that make her feel so smug, and she grins against heated skin as Mira gasps and whimpers at the rough touch. 

Nails dig into the skin of her shoulders, and Rumi merely grunts as she carries on with bouncing Mira in her lap, panting harshly as she pumps her hips upward and sinks her cock deep into those wet walls. Slick drips down onto the skin of her pelvis and thighs, and the feeling is amazing and so hot as she holds Mira in her lap. Watching her lover thrash and writhe and unravel in her embrace feels so damn good, and Rumi is hungry for more, eager to see Mira fall apart up close. 

“Is it good, baby? Tell me. Tell me if it’s good.” 

“S-So good. Fuck, ngh… good girl. You’re doing s-so good!” 

Mira yelps as that cockhead drags against a sweet spot, another moan ripping out of her as her walls squeeze down around Rumi’s girth. She whimpers as pleasure cleaves her senses in half, moaning in high-pitched cries as her lover focuses on that sweet spot, honing in with precise and deep thrusts. 

“F-Fuck!” 

“Right here? Right here, baby?” A hint of smugness taints Rumi’s voice, but Mira doesn’t have the energy to have a comeback—not with the way it feels so good to have Rumi’s cock ramming into that particular spot. 

“Yes, yes!” She buries her face into Rumi’s hair, lips loose to let out moan after moan, her hips jerking mid-roll as Rumi pounds her pussy. 

“C-Close…!” 

The simple word spurs Rumi on, has her panting heavily, a growl rumbling in the back of her throat as she ruts faster, hips working sloppily, focus honed in on the pleasure that contorts Mira’s features. A hand snakes in between their undulating bodies, thumb swiping back and forth on Mira’s swollen clit, and Rumi relishes in the sharp cry that pierces the thick air. Her lover thrashes in her hold, and Rumi snarls and grins, groaning as she pushes her cock in and out of squeezing walls, smashing through Mira’s weak resistance. 

“Come on my cock, come for me, Mira… fuck, it feels so good. Hah, you feel so good!” Rumi rambles as she loses herself in the pleasure, consumed by the need to please and the carnal reactions of her lover. 

“Rumi—!” 

Mira’s voice gets cut off by her own moan, a feverish cry that spikes in volume. Her back arches so prettily, perfect blushing chest bouncing as she all but shoves them into Rumi’s face. Her hands sink into the curve of Rumi’s shoulders, fingernails digging crescent marks as she tries to hold on, body trembling as she falls over the edge. Her orgasm slams into her, a powerful wave of euphoria that she is helpless against. Blinding white encompasses her vision and Mira trembles as white-hot pleasure carves a path through her. Stars burst behind her eyes like a supernova, an explosion of heat and sensation flooding every part of her body while Rumi’s voice is husky and deep and smooth against her ear. 

Hands smooth down her spine and Rumi’s lips are warm against her jaw, and Mira sags into her lover as she is swept away by the rolling waves of her orgasm. Pleasure has its grip on her, holding her in place as it has its way with her. She’s vaguely aware of Rumi’s hand against her clit, and she shudders as her pleasure seems to drag on and on, whimpering loudly as a hot gush of wetness soaks the skin of her inner thighs and Rumi’s lap. 

“T-Too much…!” 

Mira mewls as her hands tremble, fingers clutching Rumi’s shoulders now. Her lover stops quickly, hands retreating to smooth up and down Mira’s back, still holding her close as she savors the gentle drift down from her high. 

Her eyes flutter open, finding Rumi’s gaze already fixed on her, and Mira smiles softly. Warmth seeps into her core, and Mira relishes in the sensation, adoring Rumi’s affection and devotion. Love drips from her lover’s gaze, and Mira feels it intimately, feels it saturate her entire being with just one look. She welcomes Rumi’s gaze, her touch, her kisses, every bit of love willingly given. 

“Was that okay?” Rumi’s lips graze her own as Mira leans closer. 

“Perfect.” Mira’s lips brush along Rumi’s. “You were perfect for me, baby.” And she swallows the giddy smile that Rumi presses against her mouth, lips meeting lips in an indulgent kiss. It’s slow and deep, heads tilting to welcome an embrace, sighing pleasantly against soft lips as tension drains from their bodies. 

// 

“Tonight is all about you, Rumi.” 

Mira’s voice is deep and sultry, a calm wave of heat that sweeps across the air, thickening the tension that already feels like it is coiling around her ankles. Her lover says this with a gentle smirk as she pushes Rumi down onto the bed, chuckling softly as Rumi bounces on the mattress, spluttering out words as a hot blush overtakes her face. 

“W-Wha… but—” 

“No buts! Let us take care of you, unnie.” Zoey is quick to crawl onto the bed and seat herself in Rumi’s lap, taking her place there like she’s done it a thousand times before. Her arms wind around Rumi’s shoulders, pressing them chest to chest as she rubs her nose against Rumi’s, nuzzling gently. 

Her heartbeat pounds in her ears, but Rumi relaxes into Zoey’s touch, her hands naturally resting on either side of Zoey’s hips. She squeezes lightly, smiling at the soft giggle that leaves her girlfriend. 

“Okay?” Zoey looks at her so softly, starlight dripping off of her gaze, love sweet like honey and adoration glittering like the moon. It makes Rumi’s heart clench, her belly fluttering with butterflies. 

“Okay.” A soft exhale leaves Rumi’s lips just as Zoey threads her fingers into soft purple hair. 

The touch feels good, and Rumi can’t help but lean into her lover’s palm, sighing at how good it feels to have fingers carding through her hair. The act is affectionate and soft, and oh, how she’s craved this feeling since the first time they’ve met as teenagers. Softness blooms on Zoey’s face and there’s a grin stretching from ear to ear. She leans in close, kissing Rumi like she can’t hold herself back. Rumi doesn’t want her to hold back. 

She sighs into the kiss, humming softly as their lips move together slowly. It’s an indulgent kiss, one with no sense of urgency, just the need to touch and be touched. Zoey kisses her gently, warm mouth moving against hers like she’s hungry, and the warmth slowly morphs to molten heat growing needy by the second. She’s panting softly as they keep on kissing, heads tilting to delve deeper into each other’s mouths. 

The bed dips with another weight and Rumi’s attention shifts when she and Zoey part for air. Soft heaving pants leave her mouth—only to have a finger tip her chin towards Mira. Mira who is looking at her like a beast eyeing its next meal. Passion churns in those dark pools, mingling with the deep-seated affection and desire that backlights the pitch black of her pupils. The arousal there is stark and heady, and Rumi feels like it is a reflection of her own emotions. She shivers as Mira bends her head, leaning close enough for their hot breaths to reach each other’s chins. 

And then she descends, meeting Rumi’s mouth with her own. Their kiss is hotter, diving straight into the fire with no hesitation. A moan slips free, she doesn’t know who made the sound, but it sends them surging into each other, kissing fast and hot with a desperation born of need. Rumi whimpers when Mira nibbles on her bottom lip, and she opens up without another thought, surrendering to the way Mira’s tongue licks into her mouth and strokes against her own. It’s hot, so hot that liquid heat pools into the pit of her belly, pooling further into the space between her legs as Mira’s hand strokes down the column of her throat, fingers firmly curling around the curve of her neck. 

Soft lips kiss at her neck and Rumi shudders, moaning softly into Mira’s mouth as she feels the sensation scattering across her skin. Zoey blazes a trail of fire along her shoulder, her collar, nuzzling into the crook of her neck, and Rumi whines when she feels teeth beginning to nip at her skin. It feels good, so good with the both of them touching her like this. Rumi moans soft and low, returning Mira’s kisses sloppily while sitting pliant under Zoey’s touch. She shivers and mewls at the bite marks left on her neck, whining at the sensation of saliva warming her skin, her own hand curling around the back of Zoey’s head as she silently asks for more. 

“Let’s get these clothes off.” 

She doesn’t remember exactly who says it but the next moment is a flurry of hands, frantic with excitement and anticipation, and soft panting breaths that speak of eagerness spilling into the air. Rumi blinks and all their clothes have fallen to the floor of the bedroom in haphazard piles, mismatching colors and fabrics that seem to fit together. Her thoughts fall away as the sight of her naked lovers comes to her attention. Mira and Zoey crawl to her, ensuring that nothing else is able to grab her focus. They’re so beautiful, and Rumi gulps softly as she stares and stares, admiring every mouthwatering curve and pretty scar and gorgeous inch of skin revealed. 

“You’re beautiful.” 

Mira and Zoey say the words at the same time, and giggles breach the tension, making Rumi duck her head and laugh as a pink blush crawls across her cheeks. Her laughter tapers off gently as hands begin to trace her skin, goosebumps violently erupt across her body as they trace her marks and squeeze at her hips and those palms slide over every part of Rumi’s body that they can reach. It feels good, fuck, she didn’t think that it would feel so good. 

“Does it feel good, baby?” Mira’s voice is a slow rumble as she settles against Rumi’s side and gazes down at her, dark eyes molten with her own desire. It makes Rumi’s breath catch while being on the receiving side of it, and her reply is breathless as she tries not to squirm under that warm palm. 

“Yes!” 

Hands slide over her navel, rubbing over the toned plane of her abs before they rise to cup her chest. Two palms over her breasts, fingers squeezing before they brush over her hard nipples, pulling and rolling and touching until pleasure is a foggy sensation descending on her brain. Rumi gasps and arches her back, pushing her chest further into those hands. 

Zoey kisses at her jawline, lips moving up until they are meeting Rumi’s in a kiss, warm and wet and eager for contact. She moans into her lover’s mouth, sighing as those hands continue touching her chest. 

Another set of hands drift lower, squeezing at the curve of her hips before caressing down the tops of her thighs. Her blush intensifies as Rumi automatically spreads her thighs, an eagerness put on display as she continues kissing Zoey. Two hands drag up and down her thighs as Mira nudges against her jaw. Rumi parts from Zoey, lips kiss-swollen with a string of saliva connecting their lips, only to be swallowed in a deep kiss by Mira. It’s hot and heavy, a wet tongue licking into her mouth, lapping at her before she’s swept away by open-mouthed kisses. 

Liquid heat pools in her belly, and it isn’t long before Rumi feels herself getting wetter and wetter. Her thighs twitch under the attention of two caressing hands, and she can feel the way her face burns hot as slick wetness drips down her inner thighs. 

“You’re so wet… just from all that kissing?” Mira’s voice is a husky timber that shoots straight to Rumi’s core. Her hips buck as slender fingers slide through her soaked folds, a whimper dropping from her lips as Mira gathers the wetness dripping from her pussy and rubs it against her swollen clit. Pleasure jolts through her like lightning, and her marks pulse faintly along to the rapid beat of her heart. 

“Your hands… mhm, they feel so good. I can’t help it.” Rumi pants softly, her eyes lidded as her gaze swings from Mira and Zoey. 

“You’re so cute, unnie.” Zoey says as she kisses down Rumi’s collar, her eyes twinkling with awe and affection as she takes a hard nipple into her mouth. She savors the sharp cry that leaves Rumi’s mouth, cheeks hollowing as she suckles gently, her teeth leaving a ring around Rumi’s breast. “Especially when you make such sweet sounds like that.” 

Another moan leaves Rumi’s lips, and she can’t stop herself from blushing hot at the praise. Sweet sounds escape her as Zoey plays with her chest, lavishing her hard peaks with quick swipes of her tongue and squeezing at her other breast with an attentive hand. Pleasure crashes over her like relentless waves, intensifying when Mira circles her clit, dragging lower until she circles Rumi’s dripping hole. She’s needy and drenched at this point, and Rumi can only whine and moan, gasping sharply when Mira’s finger slides inside slick heat. 

Walls like velvet grip at that finger, and Rumi chokes on another moan when that finger turns into two. Mira’s fingers are long and slender, and Rumi swears she can feel every inch of it when her lover plunges those digits in deep, right up to the knuckle. White-hot pleasure cascades over her, making Rumi’s mind go blank for a long moment. 

“Breath, baby.” Mira kisses her ear, soft lips brushing against her jaw as her hand stays still, waiting for Rumi to adjust. “That’s it, good girl. You’re taking me so well.” 

The praise feels like sparks rushing up her spine, and Rumi whimpers at the pleasant sensation. Her walls grip and squeeze around Mira’s fingers, slick wetness coating the digits as they slowly begin to move in and out. Rumi moans long and low, her back arching into Zoey’s mouth as Mira’s fingers begin to curl with every pumping thrust. It’s slow and deep, and every curl against her front wall has Rumi sobbing with a desperate moan. It’s so good, so fucking good right now. 

“Bet you can take three.” Mira smirks against her neck, she kisses warm skin and laps at the sweat beading on the surface. 

“I bet she can.” Zoey hums playfully around Rumi’s nipple, sending a delightful shockwave throughout Rumi’s body. She whines, the sound shifting into a startled shriek when Zoey begins to draw circles around her swollen clit. Her pleasure doubles at the added stimulation, and Rumi’s hips buck as her lovers touch her all over. The fingers on her clit and the three pumping into her cunt make her feel so good, a combination that makes Rumi’s eyes roll and her body jerk with the onslaught of stimulation. 

“Good…! F-Feels so good, hah!” 

“Are you close? You’re squeezing so tight around me, Rumi.” Mira says with a grin, a lazy curl of affection on her lips as she moves her hand at a steady pace. The walls squeezing around her fingers are slick with wetness, and the obscene sound of it permeates the air, adding to the growing heat that simmers in all of their bodies. 

“Y-Yes! Please, I need…” 

“What do you need, unnie?” Zoey’s eyes glimmer with something dark and hungry, and it feels right at place with the affection she carries in her tone as she mouths at Rumi’s chest. She sucks a mark right along Rumi’s stomach, a bruising ring of teeth etched underneath a glowing mark that curls against Rumi’s side. Her fingers don’t stop circling her lover’s clit, and Zoey relishes in the tremor that resides in every rolling jerking motion of Rumi’s hips. 

“M-More! Please, please, I-I want to come!” Rumi moans as she arches her back, lips loose to babble as she rolls her hips against her lovers’ hands. “W-Wanna come on y-your hands!” 

“So sweet. I love it when you beg.” Mira chuckles as she keeps on pumping her fingers, obliging to her girlfriend’s pleas. She wants to see Rumi fall apart, wants to see Rumi unraveling from their touch, coming apart so they can put her back together again and again. 

“Come for us, unnie. Want you to feel so good, Rumi.” Zoey presses a lingering kiss against Rumi’s chest, murmuring her words as her lips drag up to Rumi’s collarbones. She rubs circles against Rumi’s clit, pressing down a little harder as she swipes side to side. 

Another curling thrust, another rub against that sweet spot, another quick and rough plunge of fingers into the deepest part of her cunt, another maddening circle against her swollen clit—and Rumi unravels. Sweet murmurs are pressed to the skin of her chest, kissed upon her brightly pulsing marks, and the combination of Mira and Zoey’s voices telling her how good she’s doing, how well she takes them, how pretty she looks falling apart from their touch, how much they love her—it’s all so much.  

Rumi reaches her peak with a shattering cry, a sweet and sharp note of pleasure as she is brought to her climax. Her orgasm slams into her, a blinding flash of white washing over her vision as her body yields to an intense crush of ecstasy. Her body jerks and shudders as her lovers continue the stimulation, and Rumi is lost to the pleasure that swells and swells before crashing over her like a powerful tidal wave. She’s utterly swept away, a hazy state of mind enveloping her as tension drains from her muscles and bones. Relief and euphoria drag her down, and she succumbs to its eager touch. 

Warm lips kiss her cheeks and jaw and neck as Rumi comes down from her high. Aftershocks course through her body slowly in waves, and she shivers as she feels her lovers’ hands gingerly caressing her thighs, tracing the glowing patterns that gleam like palpable starlight. They palm over her hips, rubbing up her stomach, gentle over and between the valley of her chest, repeating the path over and over until Rumi melts into the mattress, welcoming every touch that her lovers offer. 

“Are you okay?” 

“How are you feeling, babe?” 

“Good… I feel so good, you two.” Rumi sighs as her eyes flutter open, her vision returning to a warm room filled with her two lovely girlfriends. Mira smirks as she cuddles into her side, a hand splayed over Rumi’s abs almost possessively. She presses a lingering kiss to Rumi’s lips, sighing as she rests her head against Rumi’s. 

“We’re glad.” Zoey hums as she tucks her head under Rumi’s chin, soft lips grazing the divot of her collar. “You looked so beautiful earlier. And your marks are so pretty when they light up.” A sweet giggles leaves Zoey, and her words are warm where her mouth brushes against Rumi’s chest. She wonders if she could hear how fast her heart is beating. 

Mira and Zoey’s hands continue to palm and trace and caress her skin—each gesture an unspoken I love you, thank you for trusting me, no one else makes me feel like you do —and Rumi is simply content to lay there and let them speak their feelings onto her skin. A wave of drowsiness washes over her, and she lets the feeling of pleasure and joy and intimate warmth cocoon her a thousand times over. Her lovers’ embrace feels like she’s a puzzle piece slotting right into them, so natural and comfortable, and Rumi knows that there’s nowhere else she’d rather be than right here between Mira and Zoey. 

Sunlight and moonlight. 

Cosmic stars locked into each other’s orbits. 

A trio intertwined by fate itself. 

It’s the middle of the night when Rumi startles awake, nudged out of her sleep by warm hands stroking down her spine. It’s slow at first, nearly indistinguishable with the sweet dream versions of her girls, but the touch is grounding, present and persistent. Eyelids flutter open to a dark room illuminated by a soft orange glow of a lamp on the nightstand. Moonlight drips through the window with silver rays, stardust twinkles above the neon skyline of Seoul. Rumi hums a questioning noise, still foggy with the dredges of sleep clinging to her brain. 

Her nose brushes against Mira’s collar, and the skin there is warm from where she had her face buried. Her girlfriend doesn’t stir awake though her arms do curl around Rumi’s waist a little tighter. 

Slowly, Rumi blinks the drowsiness from her eyes. The soft touches continue at her back, and now she knows that it is definitely Zoey. No one else touches her like this, gentle and lovingly, a reverent hand that traces the patterns that sprawl all over her back like a brush on canvas, searching and finding beauty in every winding spiral and harsh jagged line. No one else sees beauty like Zoey does, and every reverent swipe against a shimmering mark has Rumi’s breath hitching softly, stealing the air out of her lungs to replace it with helpless adoration. 

Zoey’s fingertips feel like a blaze of fire, searing the surface of her skin until it tingles and anticipates her lover’s touch. Goosebumps gently erupt across her skin, and Rumi feels shivers rolling down her spine, lazy and euphoric all at once. Then come the lips, a warm pair of lips mouthing and kissing along the iridescent lightning marks that streak down Rumi’s back. 

It’s so soft and tender, each touch filled with quiet adoration, that Rumi feels like she has to muffle the soft sighs into the curve of Mira’s neck, afraid to interrupt the ritual of devotion that Zoey is currently embroiled in. Her heightened sense of hearing picks up on the sweet nothings Zoey murmurs against her skin, and Rumi feels her belly flutter, her ears flushing crimson with the effortless affection that Zoey pours into every word and kiss. 

Another shudder runs down the length of Rumi’s spine, and this time Zoey’s hand glides against the curve of her hip to rest against the naked skin of Rumi’s belly. She holds her there, palm sliding over Rumi’s hand to lace their fingers together, and Rumi’s shoulders sag as she leans into the embrace. The soft press of Zoey’s chest against her back feels heavenly, and the kiss that sears along her nape feels like a brand. Hot and possessive and secure all at once. 

“Why are you two awake?” Mira’s voice is groggy with sleep, but there’s an underlying tone of affection only known for her two loves. “The sun isn’t even up yet… go back to sleep.” 

Zoey snickers under her breath while Rumi sighs contently and shuffles a little bit, happy to be sandwiched in between her two lovers, her hands tugging on Zoey’s hand and Mira’s forearm to get them as close as they can be. 

“Love you.” Zoey’s affection is murmured against the crook of her shoulder, and it’s followed by a sleepy mumble from Mira. The corners of Rumi’s lips curve upward, a soft smile blooming as she returns the affection in a quiet whisper. 

Words meant only for the three of them together. 

Sunlight and moonlight, intertwined by starlight.