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“Uh- what?”

Rumi felt the flush on her cheeks immediately, standing face to face with both of her girls, Zoey looking bashful, blushing herself but with a hopeful smile, and Mira standing to her left, arms crossed loosely and bright eyes that were full of a similar patience and hope.

“We… we always-” Zoey paused, shaking her head. “Sorry, I won't talk for Mira. But, we… do feel very similarly.” She glanced at the taller Hunter. “I know it's a lot. But I thought with everything else resolved, there wouldn't be a better time to talk about it. Our break never lasts forever, obviously.”

Mira nodded. “And if nothing else, you'd need time to process. Just like- everything that happened.” She paused, glancing at Zoey with a bit of amusement. “Obviously a better topic though.”

Zoey laughed at that, covering her mouth.

Rumi felt like exploding. This- this couldn't be real. But the Honmoon had been sealed about three weeks ago. And she had spent a lot of time with her girls, talking and processing and growing comfortable with herself again. Out of habit, she looked down to see her marks swirling with color, which happened a lot with intense emotion. But this time they tingled, like they knew.

Did she know? Could she have? It seemed obvious now. But had it really been? She felt… silly. And overwhelmed. But her whole body was heating up, and for some reason, that made her brain stop working. She started a few sentences, sputtering, before letting out a nervous laugh again. In a move that only helped a little, she closed her eyes, needing a break from trying to form a thought with two sets of eyes wearing the same expression.

One of love.

She knew they loved her. I mean, as friends. They were best friends. Bandmates. Hunters. They were always there, and would be, until they couldn't. But this new revelation-

“I-i'm just having a hard time finding words, sorry. I'm not-” she shook her head. Focus. Focus better. Another nervous laugh, and suddenly she felt like disappearing. How silly she must look to them. She pulled her arms into herself.

But hands landed along her forearms quickly. Two sets. The smaller pair found their way to her shoulder as well, but the opposite girl spoke first. Mira sounded patient and warm; “take your time, Rumi. We aren't gonna be upset with you.”

“We just want honesty. Whatever the answer. Okay?” Zoey added, her hand rubbing innocently on her shoulder.

But it didn't feel innocent. It felt charged now. How much of their affection was deeper than friendship? Her mind hurtled through moments where her heart had soared. Nights on couches, talking about everything and nothing. Being tangled with limbs and laughing. Hugs and bright smiles.

Lips-

She'd stared at their lips. She thought it had been an innocent fascination. It started early into huntr/x. She thought it was normal. Friends admired each other. But now that same emotion was choking up in her throat from her chest, and soft hands and voices made her start shaking. Their lips. She loved their lips. How they moved. How they laughed. How close they would get to her ear during hugs and cuddles.

Oh God.

She snapped her eyes open, meeting Mira’s eyes first. “I- how long?”

The taller girl looked surprised at the question, but tilted her head a bit. “Maybe a question a bit more specific, Ru?”

She exhaled, grabbing at her chest, but Zoey was grabbing her hand with a worried expression. “Rumi, if it's too much right now, we can give you some space.”

“No!” She choked, a little louder than intended. She swallowed thickly again. “NO- I mean- like-” she groaned, forcing herself to gesture with her hands so she could focus on that. “How long have you guys felt this way. How long have you been talking about it? How long have you been… waiting to ask me?”

“A while,” Zoey whispered, shuffling a bit. “Remember our second-to-last album? Rising? The one after we debuted?”

Rumi blinked a few times, then nodded. That was nearly two years ago.

“Well-” she glanced at Mira again. “You'd gone off to talk to Celine, I think, and we had gone backstage to change. Mira said something about food, and I just kinda-”

“Blurted out how pretty she was?” Mira said, teasing. “And when I agreed, you looked combustible.”

“We didn't talk about it for months, but then we did- after another performance. The Honmoon had flickered, and the look on your face- on Mira's face too-” she flushed, laughing a bit. “I knew then. That I wanted you both.”

“I didn't take much longer after that. Zoey was impossible about it. It's like I could hear her thinking about it. So we finally talked.”

Something clicked in Rumi's brain. There had been a shift in their behavior after a show a little over a year ago.

“But you'd started getting a bit distant. Like the bathhouse invites, the nights spent in your room. The endless work. We thought maybe you wouldn't feel the same, and there wasn't a point in throwing off our rhythm.” Zoey said next, squeezing Rumi’s shoulder. “Obviously, now we know why now. But… yeah.”

She tried to focus again, but her patterns were flickering and her head was racing… and they were close. What-

“I've wanted to kiss you before.” She finally blurted out, wheezing afterward. Both girls straightened up, blinking. Then Rumi couldn't STOP talking; “I don't know, I thought that it was a normal feeling, or that it would go away. And I've had my whole life stuck on the fact I couldn't be anything until my Patterns were gone, so I could focus on that. But I can't focus on that anymore. And everything is making so much sense. My chest is tight. Is that normal? I don't know how to be normal about this. Or at all. Both of you are everything I've ever needed, and that's why I fought so hard for the Gold Honmoon; that felt normal too! But this feeling isn't normal, is it? It's been THIS, the whole time. And I couldn't even tell. I can't even be sure how to get into thi-”

Zoey cut her off with her hands on her face, firm. She didn't move, and Rumi finally had to shut up. She closed her eyes, and with near delight, the other two girls saw her glow increase. Zoey pulled away and glanced at Mira before turning back to follow the swirling Iridescence with her eyes. “Rumi, you don't have to know anything. And defining ‘normal’ is kinda hard for all of us.” Her lips broke into a smile.

God, her smile.

She brought a hand up to her mouth, feeling like she would betray herself if she spoke again. Mira chose to fill the silence instead. “Do you want us to kiss you now?”

“Mira, that might be too much,” Zoey murmured. “She’s clearly overwhelmed. Maybe we should just-”

“I do…?” she whined, backing away when the noise rose from her throat. “But I also feel lightheaded-”

Zoey was back against her then, wrapping herself around one of Rumi’s arms. “You should sit down, Rumi. Can you walk okay? Here-” she nodded, and soon Mira was on her other side, and both of them leading her toward the couch.

The couch. A place of safety. Theirs.

When she sat down, now supported on both sides by her girls, she tried to readjust her brain again. Everything was fuzzy, but her patterns were dying down again, and her chest loosened just enough to let her exhale deeply. Trying her best not to worry her… partners? She leaned forward onto herself, face towards the floor, muttering something about feeling exposed. Zoey's hands both rested on her arm, a thumb gently brushing over a section of her patterns; Mira had one arm wrapped behind her, and the other resting on her own thigh.

“Do you need to cover up for a bit? To feel safe?” Zoey suggested. “Is it the patterns, or something else, you think?” she paused. “Sorry, for the questions. I just want to help.”

Her only response was a short head shake.

But the sound of Rumi’s gradually even breathing made the two relax. Zoey looked to Mira again, who blinked a few times and pulled her lips tight as a small sign of worry.

“Are you in pain?” Mira murmured, leaning down just a bit. “Or your chest… It's tight, right? It might be anxiety. You're doing great, breathing.”

“I don't know.” Rumi managed, sounding less strained. “I don't like it. But it’s not pain. It’s-” she furrowed her brows, opening her eyes to stare at the floor. “It’s like the way you look at me. I feel small. Or-” she shakes her head. “I know there’s a better word. Like- weak? Or… or even… Fragile?”

Zoey suppressed a giggle, if only because she started to understand. She shifted just a bit, running her hands down Rumi’s bicep. “You never had to deal with emotion this much. It makes sense. You feel vulnerable. It’s scary. To be open, after everything.” always soft, barely above a whisper. “It’s okay to find it hard, Rumi. It’s okay to not be ready to talk.”

“But I want to…” she whispered back. “...I want to talk about this. To be able to… to-” she huffed again, trying to sit up but not feeling safe to yet. “I don’t know why I’m like this.”

“Probably because you spent your whole life being told you need to be fixed and following Celine's directions to hide a major part of yourself. It’s no wonder, Ru. You don’t know how to be honest about feelings. They haven’t mattered this much till now,” she paused, the hand on her own thigh twitching. “It isn’t bad to have a hard time with it. We aren’t upset, and we see you trying. That’s enough.”

“It’s not-” she whined again, the patterns flashing briefly. “-I want to be more than enough! I want- I want this. Want- You. I just don’t know how to stop this feeling…”

Once more, Zoey and Mira exchanged a glance before they both turned and gently tugged Rumi back. “Can we try something, Rumi?” Zoey spoke first. “Can you sit up for a second?”

It felt dangerous, but more than her fear, more than the worry gnawing into her mind, she wanted to trust them. So she sat up, shivering and clenching her fists, keeping her eyes to the floor. Zoey’s hands cupped her face, and she slowly turned her head. “I think you need to get used to this feeling, not get rid of it.” She moved, turning more towards Rumi and up onto her knees a bit. “So… Bear with me. But I will stop if you want me to, okay?”

The softness in her eyes made Rumi nod, trying to control the nervous twitching of her hands while Zoey came closer, meeting her eyes intensely, but without any aggression. Then their lips were touching, very softly. Not quite a kiss yet, but so close that Rumi shivered. Every touch now, she was aware of. The still present pressure of Mira’s hand on her lower back, the gentle swipes of Zoey's thumb high on her cheeks, and most of all, the warm breath that puffed out from soft lips teasing against hers. After a brief moment, Zoey pressed forward, officially kissing Rumi and twisting her head enough to fall into her like a puzzle piece.

Despite the sitting buzz in what felt like her bones, she let out another whine, small and uncontrollable, as Mira’s hand began running circles on her lower back. Something screamed at her to pull away, but something stronger told her to FEEL.

The new dizzy feeling in her head made her finally slump back a little, bumping her shoulder into Mira’s chest. Zoey followed her, making a few small, pleased noises. Rumi had great lung control. She was a singer, for God's sake. But she was gasping for breath every chance she could, her hands coming up without permission to squeeze at the younger girl's wrists. All while her chest lightened and tightened in sync with her heartbeat, growing more rapid as Zoey continued.

Mira was the only one who could see her patterns now, the other two so caught up in themselves. She smiled fondly at the nervous-looking flickering light, a more persistent glow appearing whenever she made contact with Rumi’s skin. She chose to shuffle sideways to let Rumi fall more into her, and wrapped her free hand around her bare stomach.

Rumi Whimpered.

It seemed to catch both girls off guard, Zoey pulling back, eyes wide but pupils almost wider. The girl in her hands now looked- god.

Rumi’s eyes were blank, but open, and looking at her with emotions Zoey couldn't even place. The Patterns above her eye pulsed, and her hands were shaky but firm against her wrists. A shuddery breath emerged from her throat, and then she swallowed, flushing pink, which funnily enough, had her marks fading into a similar shade. “S-Sorry-”

Zoey blinked, but smiled widely, caressing her cheeks again. “Oh, Baby girl, you don’t have to be sorry.” The pet name had another strangled noise emerging, and the Singer shifted, almost forgetting Mira was there until she felt her hands move. She jolted, turning to meet her other bandmates' eyes.

Mira was staring at her too, mouth just slightly open in what could've been awe, if the rest of her expression didn’t scream ‘I’m being careful.’ The hand previously on her back came up to tilt her face just a tad farther. “Still okay, Ru?”

Very okay. Better than okay. It wasn't fear she felt anymore. It was WANT. And she could feel it. In her heart, in her hands, in the way both her partners looked at her, like she hung the stars and lit the sun.

Mira moved closer, similarly to how Zoey did. “Can I have a turn?” lips centimeters away. She nearly chuckled at how spaced out Rumi’s eyes turned, how her stomach clenched beneath her other fingers before the purple-haired muttered a barely audible “Yes.”

Mira kissed her differently. Not devoid of energy, but slower, including tongue, but more to play, to feel, and the hand on Rumi’s face held her still now. Noises resumed, Zoey now on the outside but not minding in the slightest. Their position had shifted, so she shifted with it, pushing the other two girls back just enough for Zoey to sit crisscross instead of on her knees. She found her hands caressing Rumi’s shoulders, and finding a similar joy in how Rumi glowed under their attention.

She then slid downwards, only to begin lightly tracing the patterns on her stomach, which caused Rumi to whimper again, breaking her kiss with Mira to look down, deliciously red, at Zoey's hands.

“Too much?” Zoey asked, beginning to pull her hands away.

“No- please-” Rumi managed, but her arms felt stuck holding her up. “I-I just-”

“Does it feel good?” Mira asked against her ear, in what she would've expected to sound like a tease, but it sounded genuine. Rumi realized how far this had gone. But that feeling in her chest had shifted. And instead of wanting to shrink away, she craved more. This attention- it was exhilarating just as much as it was scary, not even 10 minutes ago.

“Yeah-” she breathes out first, closing her eyes and leaning back. “It does. Please, you don’t have to pull away,” she feels Mira’s lips on her shoulder as she stutters out more words. “I like it-”

Zoey returned her hands, leaning forward to kiss Rumi’s face. “Okay, Baby. It’s okay.”

“Wasn’t gonna go anywhere,” Mira muttered against her skin. “Wouldn’t want to.”

She wanted to say more, anything. Be honest. But how was she supposed to speak words like this? When Zoey was now kissing at the opposite side of her neck, Muttering sweet nothings. When Mira was seemingly pulling both of them in, like being close was a need. She made some strangled noise of frustration, but leaned into every touch, squirmed under every kiss, and even began sliding an idle hand around Zoey’s back.

“What do you need?” Zoey murmured. “Can you talk to us, baby?” She eased off her kisses, tapping Mira as well, who sighed wistfully while setting her head on Rumi’s shoulder.

Everything felt clear then. She was warm, safe, and surrounded by love. But greed made her Meet Zoey’s eyes, and she nearly pouted before she forced herself to swallow the lump in her throat to speak. “I feel… light.”

The younger girl smiled. “Good.”

“I like the… the kisses.”

“We could tell,” Mira responded, smiling and pressing a kiss to her cheek. “You glow brighter with every one.”

“I-”

“They're so pretty, Rumi.” Zoey gawked, eyes softening and one arm coming up to trace along her face, ending the touch with her palm to Rumi’s cheek. “You’re so pretty. We love taking care of you.” She leaned forward to kiss Rumi’s lips again.

She relaxed a bit into the kiss, moving her hands up onto Zoey’s face for the first time. The little hum that the girl let out at the contact had Rumi buzzing again. It didn't last long, and she was quickly focusing on Mira kissing her shoulder again. “I don’t know what I need- But I-”

Mira nuzzled against her cheek. “Then… Do you want anything?”

The question was loaded. Mira had to know that. It wasn’t in a teasing or overly suggestive tone, but just the feel of breath on Rumi’s ear, and the images and unconscious desires now flooding her mind made her flush, squirming. “I, I don’t-” she swallowed, beginning to shake. Both girls stopped, easing their touches to just press against her. Hoping to ground Rumi back in the moment.

“Take a minute, pretty girl. Breathe. Talk to us.” Zoey murmured, hands still against Rumi’s collarbone.

“It doesn’t feel that simple-” she wheezed, trying to gulp air. Why was this so hard? She managed to pull her hands back up to grip Zoey’s and focused. “I… I just…There's a lot. In my head right now.”

Zoey nodded, unconsciously scratching the skin under her nails. “Then just nod or shake your head, okay?”

She could do that.

“Do you want us to stop?”

Rumi shook her head, squeezing Zoey’s hands.

“Alright.. . Do you want… more?”

More? What defines more? How far would they take this? How… How far did she them them to take it?

God, as far as they'd be willing.

She nodded.

“Kisses?”

She nodded again.

“What about touches?”

She nodded.

Mira leaned into her ear. “I think we should be more specific. Do you want us to keep touching you like this? Or do you want… heavier touches?”

She flushed again, closing her eyes but nodding. She couldn't see their faces anymore, but she could hear Zoey breathing a tad heavier.

“Do you just… want us to take care of you, Rumi?”

She nodded, thankful they weren't expecting her to fully function in this state. She wanted whatever they'd give. If what had already happened was anything to go by, they'd be careful. Gentle. Kind. And that was all she wanted.

Mira smiled against her ear. Zoey's hands slid down slowly back onto her stomach.

“Can we move you into a bed, though?” Zoey giggled, tapping at her stomach. “I think it would be more comfortable.”

“Probably,” Mira responded, no Input from Rumi needed. They began to shift over and lift her up onto her feet. Only then did she open her eyes and hazily follow their direction into the closest room- Mira’s.

She was grateful not to have to think. She was just lying down again, and Mira gently tugged at the bottom seam of her top. “May I?”

She just nodded and lifted her upper half to make it easier. Once it was gone, hands were all over her. Mira’s from her right, and Zoey’s from her left. Nothing overtly scandalous at first, although both of them skirted the edge of her bra. They were just taking her in, it seemed.

Zoey, for her credit, didn't let Mira be the only one moving forward. She moved onto her knees, leaning over Rumi with an affectionate expression. “Pants too, baby?”

You might say Rumi forgot how to shake her head, how she seemed to be nodding so much.

Both girls moved and helped raise her hips, before dragging her pants down, but pointedly leaving her underwear on. When that was done, Mira moved between her legs on her knees, humming.

Her hands slid sensually from her knees, up across her inner thighs, and landed on her stomach- Marks illuminating at the touch. It made Rumi take in several sharp breaths in a row, tempted to sit up on her elbows, but staying down.

“Zoey’s right…” she muttered, smirking. “...you are a pretty girl.”

Zoey slowly tilted her head up and to the side, took a quick look between her and Mira, then smiled. “Our pretty girl.” With a purr to her voice that had Rumi’s eyes fluttering closed while lips met hers again.

She could vaguely hear Mira chuckling, but Kissing Zoey was a… fantastic distraction from her own self-consciousness. Mira's hands explored, tracing over her patterns from her stomach, down, and back onto her thighs. The taller girl seemed to like them, caressing, squeezing gently, then finally teasing by sliding her nails up, up, up-

Her other bandmate swallowed every noise emerging from her throat, only failing when they had to break for air right as Miras' nails hit the apex where her leg met her pelvis. A low moan escaped, and while she flushed at losing control, Zoey was kissing her cheek, muttering how beautiful she sounded. When she made her way behind her, Rumi attempted to open her eyes, and could only register a picture of Miras' face of awe before she was whining and closing them again.

“Zoey?” Mira said, near breathless.

“Hmm?” She pulled away, turning to see what Mira was gonna say.

“Just- a sec.” She managed, shifting her hands under glowing thighs, gripping, and pulling Rumi closer; Hips now lifted a few inches and rested on top of her lap. “There we go.”

Zoey sounded amused when she spoke. “And what does that do?”

“Gives me a better view.” She responded, scratching down Rumi's thighs. “I don't think Rumi’s complaining.”

She certainly wasn’t. She’d have to be clinically insane. Who complains in a situation like this?

She especially couldn’t complain when Mira’s hands started moving again, and she leaned down to kiss Rumi’s chest. “Pretty girl~”

She moaned again, just imagining how they must see her. Patterns flashing, squirming, noises coming out of her throat at every touch. She would die to see either of them in the same position. That thought alone brought another noise, as she brought her hands up to fist into Mira’s hair.

Zoey was still to the side, and Rumi cracked open one eye just in time to see her make a mischievous face and tickle Mira’s side. The taller girl huffed and pulled back, grabbing at the younger girl's wrist. “What was that for?”

“For hogging.” She said, smirking, and looking down at Rumi again. “At least let me get behind her so I can touch.”

Mira relented, turning and sliding her hands under Rumi’s torso to pull her upwards, effectively sitting her in her lap. Zoey was quickly pressed against her back, pressing kisses to her skin immediately. Her hands also came up to toy with the edge of her panties, while Mira caressed her shoulder blades and leaned in to kiss her again on the mouth.

These two were going to be the death of her. Maybe that wouldn't be so bad.

Zoey’s hands did indeed make use of the new room they had, sliding around her hip bones, then pulling back around while just barely tucked under the waistband of her underwear. She repeated the motion a few times before she brushed over Rumi’s hipbone and made her twitch and break off from Mira’s mouth.

“Oh god-” was all she managed, breathy and still out of it.

“Sensitive, Pretty girl?” Zoey murmured, apparently reinforcing the new nickname.

“Very.” Mira chuckled again, readjusting her hands so she could slide a teasing finger down Rumi's spine. “Why don't we get you out of this bra, too, hmm? We wanna see all of you.”

The purple-haired girl nodded, lifting her hands up as Zoey undid her bra hook and Mira lifted it up over her head. It was just as quick that a hand was gently massaging her chest, Zoey basically purring in her ear again.

“So soft…”

She gripped tighter onto Mira's shoulders, whining at the sensation again.

Mira apparently had more in store. “Rumi, pretty girl…” She tilted her head up with serious eyes. “Still okay?” After a quick nod, Mira kissed her cheek. “Can I go further, baby?”

The thought of further had her pinching her brows, but Mira didn't want a guessing game. She moved one hand back to her pantyline. “I'm dying to feel you, pretty girl. Feel how wet you are. How good we've made you feel.”

Her hips bucked forward on their own, and Rumi hid her face in Mira's neck. Dear God. But she was nodding, wrapping herself tighter around the taller girl. Zoey's hand wiggled out from between them to begin leaving light tracings over her back, still purring about how beautiful. How pretty. How… perfect.

That word caught her attention as Mira slid her hand gently under her waistband, mouthing at a spot on her neck as she told her to breathe. Muttering promises she'd be gentle and would stop if Rumi needed.

It made her shudder into another whine, tears nearly forming in her eyes. They cared so much. They wanted her SO MUCH. But never at the cost of her feelings.

That's why it was so okay.

The second two fingers slid through her folds, brushing against her clit, she gasped loudly and stiffened, patterns flashing as she began squirming. “MIRA-” Zoey was using her hands to steady her now as Mira kept going, still slow and gentle, but smiling wickedly against her neck.

“How does that feel, my pretty girl?” She groaned, hot, while shifting her head upwards, but moving her fingers further down.

Rumi couldn't answer. Not with words. She whined, nearly panicking at just how good it felt. One of her hands slipped off of Mira's shoulder and flew back to try and catch herself, ending up on Zoey's thigh. Zoey hummed against the shell of her ear, hands back on her hips and keeping her upright with her own bodyweight.

She began sputtering, trying to form some sort of words. She wanted to tell them how good it felt. But she eventually ended up sobbing as her hips moved in rhythm with Mira's fingers.

“No need to talk, pretty girl,” Zoey murmured, rubbing thumbs against her hip bones. “Just feel us. Feel how much we love you.”

Mira switched tactics, leaving her thumb running circles against her clit while a finger moved further down. “Can I be inside you, Rumi?”

She felt her whole body stutter, and she leaned further back against Zoey with a loud moan followed by several whimpers. Her legs tensed, trying to signal yes, and eventually caught back up with herself to nod. Zoey had room to spread her hands out on Rumi’s belly again and muttered close to her ear about how good she was.

As Mira entered her, she felt twinges of pain, but Zoey's touch and the contact still on her clit were enough of a distraction. There was a brief pause when Mira managed the whole length of her middle finger inside, but moved her palm gently up and down to keep the focus on pleasure. “Does that feel good, love? Does it hurt at all?”

Rumi managed to keen out what sounded like a please, scrabbling with one hand towards Mira. She didn't know what she was reaching for, but Mira decided it was a good option to intertwine and press it into the bed. Her finger curled, then she slowly pulled out before using the same speed going back in.

“You're doing so good, Rumi. Look at you.” Mira said wistfully. “You feel so good. I love you. Thank you for letting me touch you.”

“Mira-” she whined, split between sputtering out more please’s and crying at how gentle this all was when Zoey spoke in her ear.

“You're so pretty, baby. I'm so glad you feel good. We've wanted to be with you so badly. Have you been close like this. We have you. We love you. Let us hear how good it feels, pretty girl. Don’t feel shy.” She ran a hand up and down Rumi's stomach, lighting up her patterns with the touch.

“God-” she choked, tears finally threatening to fall. “God, Mira- Zo-Zoey- please. Please. Please. I- I need-” she wanted to thrash around, overwhelmed by love and new sensations, but whined again, letting her hips buck up again. “PLEASE-”

“Tell us what you need, love.” Mira husked quickly

“Anything you want, Pretty girl. We are here.” Zoey whispered directly into her ear.

Mira moved a tad faster, heavy breathing just at the sight of Rumi. “More, baby? Faster? Anything for you. Anything.”

She bucked her hips faster. “Yes, yes. Please. Mira, please!”

“I've got you.” Was all Mira responded with before working in a second finger and moving even faster with a curl in every thrust. Rumi choked on another moan, starting to swing her head as something built up in her abdomen.

The praise. The kisses. The touching. Mira's FINGERS.

Suddenly, it was imploding her very being, and all the sounds around her dissipated as her body tensed and shook. Her hand on Zoey's thigh tightened it's grip. The first thing she heard was her own whimpers as she felt her body twitching. Coming down.

Holy- she just came.

She just had sex. With Zoey and Mira.

She wanted to say something, but her voice wouldn't put anything out, and when she tried to sit up she finally felt Mira pull out of her, making her shudder and fall back into Zoey. She felt more than heard the younger girl whispering into the skin of her shoulder, as suddenly she was being readjusted to be laid between them.

Her eyes fluttered closed as her body felt like it was numb all over, buzzing with non-existent energy.

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The talk the next morning was embarrassing for Rumi. Not because she didn't LIKE it, but because Zoey and Mira’s faces were so smug and happy that she wanted to dissipate. 

Despite that, it felt RIGHT. Now she was receiving affection all the time. Cheek and forehead kisses in the morning. Arms wrapped around her torso to pull her against them. And occasionally a teasing kiss or playful finger running along her neck. She always flushed red, told them they were the worst, but smiled and never pushed them away.

Overwhelming felt good.

It wasn't until a few weeks later that Rumi huffed into Zoey's room with a betrayed look on her face. “Zoey.”

The younger girl was lying belly down on her bed, scrolling through her phone, and looked up with an amused smirk. “Yes?”

“Did you really steal ALL of my sweatpants?” 

Zoey laughed, but before Rumi even said anything else, she was marching towards Zoey's closet, knowing exactly where she kept them. “I don't mind sharing, but this is RIDICULOUS, Zo.” She opened the door and heard Zoey make a noise.

“Wait, Rumi-” She was scrambling off the bed.

Rumi was already pulling out the drawer. “You can't just be a little goblin and steal all my-” she was shuffling through the bin of sweatpants and grabbing a few she knew were hers when she lifted up the short pile and saw- 

Holy shit.

She didn't say anything for a moment, but when her head snapped up to meet Zoey’s, she sputtered out, “Is that-”

“Yeah.” She answered, short, breathy, and holding back a chuckle. “I tried to warn you... Surprise.” She huffed a few giggles through her nose.

Rumi flushed completely red, snapping her eyes back to the item for a moment before looking at Zoey again. “Do you- do you use it?”

“I haven't, not yet. Was… waiting.” Zoey seemed more serious, a darker glint in her eye. “Why?”

Rumi dropped the sweatpants back down and closed the drawer. “No, nothing. I- I just didn't know- thats- I'm gonna- I’m gonna go-” She was hoping to quickly slip out past Zoey through the small doorway, but one of Zoey’s hands landed on her chest to stop her. Her face was soft but serious.

“You don't have to be so shy about it, Baby.” Zoey murmured, smiling and moving closer to look upwards into her eyes. “I got it for you and Mira. For us. You don't like it?”

Rumi floundered mentally, trying to reel in the huge flopping fish that was her brain to come up with a coherent and calm answer. “Oh.”

Great, yes, that was both of those things.

“Are you thinking about it?” Zoey whispered, mildly cruel and even closer, arms wrapped up around Rumi's neck. She pulled herself up with a smirk and kissed Rumi's cheek. “You're allowed to, you know.”

Somewhere between combusting and losing her entire brain was where Rumi landed, short circuiting as half of her tried to string together the thought of using the toy she’d just found, and half trying to push it away completely if only because she’d never been so OPEN about feelings, and her lack of experience sexually was a bit nerve wracking.

She must've made some kind of noise, because Zoey giggled and kissed her cheek again before letting her go. “I'm still gonna steal your sweats though. They're comfy and I like them.” She shuffled out of the closet with a giggle.

Rumi scattered out of Zoey's room soon after.

But it didn't leave her mind. She was distracted, even as she made her way into the kitchen to start making something for lunch. She was interrupted by warm hands around her abdomen and an equally warm kiss to her cheek. “Morning, pretty girl.”

She flushed a bit, but managed a smile. “Morning, Mira.” Softly, with all the affection she could muster.

A few more kisses were placed against her cheek, her temple, and finally an extra light one against her neck, as the arms around her squeezed gently with affection. 

Even the kiss against her neck, light and intended to be innocent, had her release a noise. Mira lifted her head up.

“You okay, babe?”

“I'm… still getting used to how affectionate you and Zoey are.” She muttered, but moved to hold the hands still wrapped around her. “Sorry.”

“Rumi, baby. You don't have to be sorry. Honestly, I half expected you to reject us.” She smiled, kissing Rumi's neck again and sighing. “I'll take whatever I can get, love. And you can tell me to stop if I ever make you uncomfy, okay?”

“I know.” She paused. “I guess it's also just- Zoey made it her mission to tease me this morning, and it messed with my head,” admitting it was half the battle.

Mira chuckled against her throat. “What'd she tease you about?”

All Rumi could do was sputter and flush a shade redder, before mumbling she didn't want to talk about it. It got Mira to laugh again, and she shifted to the side, moving and kissing Rumi’s lips. “She just wants you, baby. Bad. She's needy. Don't hold it against her too much.” Her eyes glittered with amusement. “I mean, I also want you pretty badly. But Zoey is on a whole other level.”

“You can say that again.” Rumi managed, leaning into Mira's hold. It was warm, gentle, and definitely grounding. “I don't, though… Hold it against her. It's not like I hate that you two love me so much… I'm just not used to it. I… I want to get used to it.”

“Mmhmm, good.” She kissed her again, a little deeper, but not crossing the line into too much. Mira was good at that.

“No fair!” 

Zoey skipped into the kitchen, grabbing onto Mira's arm and pouting at both of them. “I want kisses too!”

Mira chuckled and leaned over to peck her cheek, moving back and raising an eyebrow as Zoey huffed. 

“That's barely a kiss, and you know it.”

“Mmmhmm.”

The shorter girl glanced at Rumi, eyes softening. “You'll give me a kiss, won't you?”

“Maybe.” It was a tease. A joke. It felt nice to have that. Zoey whined, walking around from behind and taking up space on Rumi’s other side.

“Pleaaasse Rumi?” 

She giggled at Zoey's persistence and was now trapped between the two. “You guys are insatiable.”

“That's right,” Mira muttered against her cheek. Zoey leaned in too, tugging gently at Rumi's shirt as she begged for a kiss.

Eventually, she relented and turned her head to let Zoey pull her in, and despite the incident that had happened that morning, she melted into it. Zoey smiled, humming happily and then tiptoeing to kiss her forehead. “Thanks, baby.”

Rumi just hummed. “Okay, now can I finish my food?”

“Only if you come watch videos with us on the couch.” Mira chuckled.

“Deal.”

So then she found herself in between them on the couch, leaning against Zoey on her left, who was playing with the end of her hair, and Mira on her right, sliding a soothing hand over her thighs and calves. A few weeks ago, she never would have thought she could have this. Or was even allowed to WANT this. 

She finished her food and settled closer against Zoey, reaching a hand out to playfully tap her hands away from her hair. Zoey giggled and grabbed at her hand, bringing it up to kiss before leaning back into Rumi.

She didn't really care to watch what was in front of her. She just wanted to enjoy FEELING . 

Something, she wasn't sure what, triggered another line of thinking. Maybe it was Mira squeezing at her hips to pull her a bit closer, or Zoey absentmindedly playing with her fingers, or even just the solid warmth of both of them pressed up against her.

She thought about the toy. 

It hadn’t been scary looking. She’d really just been shocked that Zoey had it. Not that she really should’ve been.

‘You’re allowed to think about it.’

Then she was.

‘I got it for you and Mira. For us. You don’t like it?’

She glanced at Mira, looking forward to the TV with just a faint smile on her lips. She was afraid, but leaned back to lie in Zoey’s lap. Her heart stuttered when Zoey smiled down at her, moving her hands to trace the patterns on her face with such gentleness.

God , she was thinking about it.

Thinking back to that first night. And how it could've changed- how they could’ve so sweetly asked her to take it. If she wanted to. To be good for them. She would. But the way Zoey said it felt... intentional. Like- she wanted it used on her . By Rumi or Mira.

Would- would she do that? She wouldn’t know how. Would Mira? Certainly, Mira would at least have the confidence to fake it. And when she faked something, she usually caught on quickly enough to make it. Would-

The picture of Zoey sinking down on the toy filled her head before she could stop it.

Zoey being breathless. Zoey whining. Zoey saying her name over and over. Zoey reaching out with her hands, shaky and desperate, because she didn’t know where to put them.

Fuck.

She felt her whole body heat up, the patterns around her chest and neck tingling like they had before. She made some sort of noise, and Zoey was looking at her again, hands pausing their touch to furrow her brows. “Ru?”

“I’m okay.” She answered quickly. Too quickly. With a small and strained voice.

Zoey didn’t believe it for a second. Why should she? And Rumi felt Mira’s eyes on her too. Concern, obviously. 

“Uh-huh,” Zoey muttered, scrunching her nose a little and leaning down. “You’re a horrible liar, baby. What’s up?” Her face softened again. “Is something wrong?”

Immediately, she was split. She was displaying concerning behavior. So the dilemma now stood as this: does she tell her very sweet, but ravenous girlfriends' that she is thinking about fucking one of them with a strap and maybe die of embarrassment, or let them sit here and worry about her, which would make her feel incredibly assholish.

“Um-” She forced out first, before sharply inhaling and turning to hide her face in Zoey's stomach, feeling ready to explode. This was not okay. Zoey did this. Made her think about it. Probably would enjoy how she was thinking about it if she knew. “-Just-thinking.”

She hoped that would be enough, but of course not. 

“About what, love?” So soft. Gentle. Even frustratingly innocent. 

She stayed silent for a few moments before tightening her grip on Zoey’s shirt and groaning out a weak  “you KNOW what.”

Zoey responded with her own beat of silence before a small, amused huff met Rumi's ears. Another moment, and then she felt Zoey shift to lean down closer to her ear. “Still embarrassed, baby? I told you it's okay.”

She half wanted to whine, but wouldn't give the wicked girl the satisfaction. Instead, she stayed stock still, except for her hand fisted in Zoey's shirt, which betrayed her by beginning to shake.

She heard Mira mutter something inaudible, and Zoey giggled. But she was back in her ear. “Y'know, Mira doesn't even know yet? It was supposed to be a surprise. But I can't say I'm upset with how cute you're being.”

She nearly choked. Mira didn't know. Didn't know why she was acting this way. This was a GAME to Zoey.

“Do you want to tell her, baby? Or should I show her why you're being so shy?” teasing this time, awful. Mean.

She tensed, burying herself further into Zoey's shirt and releasing a low groan of frustration. Zoey chuckled, low and amused. Rumi barely responded with a whiny “Zoey-”

There wasn't getting away from it now. And she felt betrayed by her body, tucking her head away from view as she waited for Zoey to either give her mercy or destroy her.

She was surprised to feel Zoey move away. “Mira, can you give us a minute?” she asked softly, suddenly running a hand over Rumi's side.

“Are you sure she isn't going to combust?" That was all her other partner asked, somewhat amused, but still laced with a bit of concern. Zoey moved one of her hands seemingly to make a gesture.

“Meet us in my room.” She said, returning her hands to Rumi’s head with a smile.

Mira shrugged, leaning down to kiss Rumi's head as she left.

Zoey petted gently along the small piece of cheek still within view, giving Rumi a few minutes to breathe before speaking again. “I'm sorry for teasing you, Ru. I don't want to upset you.”

Rumi inhaled and muttered, “I'm not upset. I'm… overwhelmed. In a loving way. I'm not used to being... wanted so intensely. I'm not… not mad at you. I just… stop being able to function.”

The younger girl let out a quiet sigh through her nose, smiling down at her lover fondly. “I know. And I'm kind of sorry. Only because you're SO cute when you're nervous. I don't mean to overwhelm you this badly.”

For a moment, Rumi sat in the silence before shifting and facing up at Zoey again, eyebrows furrowed and lips pulled tight. “You’re kinda evil.”

She laughed. She had the nerve to laugh and lean down to kiss at her face. “Noo, baby, noo…”

“You are.” Rumi insisted, moving her hands upwards to barely attempt stopping Zoey's lips from reaching her face. “Evil with cute little innocent eyes. You drive me crazy. I love you and I can't stand you. All at the same time.”

“Forgive meeeee” Zoey whined, trying to move around to keep kissing her. “Don't be mad just because I find you sexy. That's even meaner.”

“It is not.” Rumi flushed, wiggling to try and escape her.

“Is too. And it’s not my fault you LIKE my teasing. That you're thinking about that toy.” Zoey pulled back, smile still warm but eyes glinting. “Speaking of, you gotta tell me what you're imagining.”

“ Nooooo- ”

“Please, baby? My pretty baby? I wanna know what you want.” Her voice softened and deepened at the same time. Rumi wanted to melt into the praise. She hated how instant that reaction was.

“You're gonna be mean about it.” She huffed.

“No, I'm gonna give you whatever you want. How is that mean?”

“I-” Rumi paused, face flushing again. Zoey's eyes softened again, and her hands came up to caress Rumi’s face. “That's-”

“Just like the first time, love. Anything you want. As long as I get to love you.” She leaned closer again, murmuring. “Don't you want that?”

She couldn't speak, so she closed her eyes and nodded.

She felt the small breath Zoey released on her face, before a small kiss was pressed against her eyelid. “So what do you want, my pretty girl? What are you thinking about?”

Rumi took a few deep breaths before whispering like she wasn't allowed to say it, which was obviously ridiculous. “You said… it was for me and Mira. What… what did you mean?”

“I wanted you to use it on me, love,” Zoey whispered back. “I wanted to feel you inside me. You... or Mira.” She felt Zoey smile again against her cheek. “A little selfish of me, I know. Or… if you'd like, we could use it on you. You took Mira so well last time. I know you'd be a perfect, pretty girl for us again.”

Rumi's breathing hitched, and she suppressed a whine. “I wouldn't- I wouldn't know how to-”

“We could show you,” Zoey answered, softly and without a hint of teasing. “We’re learning, Ru. All of us. About each other. What's good... You don't have to be afraid to try something. To ask to try.” She paused. “Would you like to try, Sweet girl? Give, or take?”

She couldn't help how her hand shot up from her side to grab at Zoey's arm. Her thoughts were full of the image of what Zoey wanted. She had felt selfish last time. taken care of by both Mira and Zoey- and she'd passed out before doing anything in return. She weakly managed to speak. “I want… I want you to be happy.”

A wistful breath landed on her face before Zoey pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “Can you be more specific, baby?”

“I want- want to take care of you.” She managed again, voice low. Nearly rumbling from her chest. “But I- I don't want to be bad. I don't want to let you down.”

“Never. You could never, Pretty girl. You're so good to me. FOR me. Good for both of us. And I know you're a fast learner, sweet girl.” Zoey was cooing, reassuring her so sweetly that Rumi would do anything for it to keep going. It took a slight turn when Zoey's voice shifted. “So… you want to be inside of me, baby?”

She inhaled sharply, but nodded.

The next few minutes were a bit blurry, but Rumi honestly preferred that to having to think too much. Zoey had gotten up, led her to her room, and told her to stand. She presumably gave Mira the rundown, something Rumi tried not to listen to in case she felt self-conscious. Zoey disappeared into the closet while Mira came over and wrapped her hands around Rumi's stomach just like she had that morning.

“Well, she WAS being a tease.” She grumbled, sounding only mildly annoyed but smiling against Rumi's throat. “No wonder your head was a mess, baby. I'd be a mess too. Don't feel bad for wanting.” She placed a few long, meaningful kisses. “I'm gonna guide you through it, okay? Right here with you. Taking care of our girl, okay?”

Rumi nodded, leaning her head to accept the more familiar kisses. Mira was humming then, smiling and beginning to nip, squeezing at Rumi’s hips. It made her let out a few breathy sighs, trying to let herself relax into the feeling. Even as her whole body felt awash with warmth.

Then Mira was tugging her shirt up, slow at first, then up and over when there wasn't a complaint. She kept kissing across her shoulders, switching to the other side and sliding her hands around the band of her pajamas. “Can I?”

Rumi nodded, focusing on staying standing while Mira pulled her pants down, crouching to help get them off her feet and tossing them aside, before standing back up and letting her hands run all over. Her thighs, up and around her hips, spreading out over her stomach, and finally, a warm sigh, Mira reaching and turning Rumi's head for a needy kiss. 

She leaned back, her muscles relaxing. She loved being wanted.

She gasped at another pair of hands suddenly at her waist, breaking Mira's kiss to meet Zoey’s eyes as she slipped a harness around her hips.

Oh.

Right.

Zoey is kneeling, fastening a few straps down to make the harness fit, before she lifts up the toy and connects it too. She loses brain function when Zoey looks up with that WANT in her eyes, one hand still gently holding part of the toy while the other slides up her thigh onto her stomach. “How does that feel, love? Not too tight?”

Holy shit, she was gonna pass out. She managed not to gape like a fish, instead just shaking her head. It was snug, not moving. But it wasn't painful.

Zoey smiled a bit wider and shifted on her knees to kiss the lower part of Rumi's stomach. Mira's hands still held firm at her hips, pressing her body against Rumi's back; more than anything, to keep her standing. She leaned her head against Rumi's on the right side, watching as Zoey kept laying gentle kisses.

But clearly, she wasn’t satisfied with the gentle breathing Rumi was putting out, and Zoey lifted her eyes before moving smoothly- one hand gripping at Rumi's thigh while the other brushed over a side of the dildo.

Her heart fucking stuttered.

Zoey was kissing the side of it, looking up into her eyes like that wasn't a fucking bomb to her entire mental state. She didn't even have the ability to hold back the choked noise from her throat as she felt her knees wobble, and more of her weight pressed back into Mira. She was gonna fucking fall over. She couldn't look away.

Especially when Zoey smirked with half-lidded eyes and LICKED the entire length.

And Mira's voice was in her ear. A breathy chuckle. “Fuck, Rumi. She wants it pretty bad.”

She mentally blue-screened, throwing her head back and moaning without any capacity to stop. She’d only half processed that she'd done it when words came sputtering out of her mouth, while Zoey, the little brat - she was smirking, lips still pressed to the side of the shaft while not daring to break eye contact. It was a losing game, and Rumi didn't know what to do with that.

“Fuck- Zoey what the fuck-” she stumbled over the words, hands twitching before finally coming up to grab Mira's hands still placed on her hips, while starting to whimper at the barely there sensation that Zoey toying with her provided. The subtle shift of the base against her. The phantom feeling of lips on her stomach, and over the thing that was now attached to her.

Both Mira and Zoey let out breathy giggles, and finally Zoey stood up, kissing her heavily and letting her own moans out into Rumi's mouth.

God, she didn't want to think. 

Her hands came up fast to grab at the smaller girl's waist, forcing groans out of both of them. And Mira apparently wanted to add to the fire. “God, look at you two. Both of you are so needy. So pretty.” One of her hands slid down the outside of Rumi's right thigh, the other moving up to land on the back of Zoey's head to keep them kissing. “I could watch you two all night. Greedy fucking girls, both of you.”

Rumi moaned again, shaking and gripping Zoey's waist more aggressively as her hips bucked without any thought. Zoey whimpered into her mouth at the feeling. Mira smiled wickedly against her throat. 

Too much. Not enough. Fuck. Holy fuck.

She could practically feel the way her patterns were swirling and beginning to glow, pulse under all the attention she was receiving. She tried to focus, but she couldn't. Not like this. All she could do was groan into Zoey's mouth, squeeze her hips under her hands, and try not to buck her hips as violently as her body wanted to.

Zoey finally pulled away, eyes glassy, out of breath. “Rumi…”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Mira’s hand slid from Zoey's neck around to her cheek, humming while nuzzling against Rumi’s cheek. “My girls. Come here.”

She was guided backwards, Mira catching Zoey in a heated kiss for a moment before turning and returning the same fervor to Rumi.

She found herself sitting on her bed, Mira disconnecting their lips to move around behind Zoey, who was still standing. “Well, Zo… look what you've done.” They were both looking at her now, eyes dark with pure desire, and kissed lips smiling lazily. Mira's hands wrapped around Zoey’s belly, one sliding down low and tugging at her panties. “I think she deserves a show, don't you?”

Rumi wanted to say something, anything, but her whole body was flushed and her eyes widened as Mira's hand slipped down to begin stroking at Zoey's clit. The younger girl immediately whimpered and leaned back, legs spreading quickly to let Mira play.

All she could do was breathe. It felt like slow motion. Zoey was wriggling and releasing choked back moans and gripping at Mira's hands. Her eyes opened several times intermittently to match Rumi's gaze. There wasn't much else to do but watch, until after an amount of time Rumi hadn't been aware passed, Zoey began begging instead of whining.

“God, Mira, please, please. I'm so close. God-” she leaned further back, whimpering as Mira sped up.

“Greedy girl. You're still going to want Rumi inside you after this, aren't you? I know you will. I just had to make sure you're ready for it.” She cooed the last part, smiling against Zoey's ear and looking Rumi right in the eyes. “We're gonna take such good care of you, Zo. Let go. Cum for us.”

Zoey whined louder, legs tensing up as she approached her climax. “God, yes , please, I want-”

She came before she could even finish the sentence, twitching and nearly falling forward if it weren't for Mira holding her up. Mira was guiding her forward into the bed, letting Zoey flop down while the older girl chuckled. “God, both of you make me crazy.”

She leaned over to kiss Rumi again, caressing her stomach and sighing wistfully when she pulled away. “Can you scoot back and get on your knees for me, pretty girl?”

Rumi nodded, forcing her legs to move and do as she was told. She watched as Mira murmured something sweet in Zoey's ear before helping her flip over onto her back, setting some pillows under her ass, and spreading her legs a bit. Then Mira was reaching for Rumi. “Cmon, love, c’mere.” She was breathless, excitement clear in her tone.

She moved forward, letting Mira guide her in between Zoey's legs before settling behind her and scooting them even close. Zoey was still a little gone, but smiled at Rumi as she got close enough for their thighs to touch. Mira was caressing them both again. One hand on Zoey's inner thigh and the other over Rumi's stomach.

“Just look at both of you.” She muttered against Rumi's neck. “I love you both so much.”

She shifted to have her hips firmly against the back of Rumi’s and reached down to touch between Zoey's thighs. The smaller girl whined but didn't complain, even as Mira brushed along her clit before collecting some of her wetness and lifting her hand up to begin running it around the tip of Rumi’s dildo. 

Rumi began breathing heavily again, leaning back with her hands shooting back to grab onto whatever part of Mira she could reach- her hips. Mira liked that. She turned and kissed behind Rumi’s ear. “You like that, Pretty girl? How wet Zoey is for you?”

She couldn't help the moan that escaped, gripping harder onto Mira and tensing her hips to keep them from moving. Shit.  

“I like it too. She loves it. How weak you get for us. You want to be so good, and you always are. Look at you.” She groaned against Rumi's ear. Still stroking slowly to spread Zoey's wetness over the toy. “glowing for us.”

She was glowing. Her marks warm and swirling against her skin. But that was involuntary. Not that it mattered.

“A bit closer, Rumi, baby.” She mutters, using her own hips to guide Rumi towards Zoey's cunt. “She needs you.”

“Yes- please- Rumi, please-” Zoey whimpered, using her legs to wrap around both of them. “I can take it.”

Rumi breathed out shakily, letting Mira scoot her even closer, letting her be the one to guide the tip towards Zoey's entrance, and then using her own hips to push forward, finally entering the younger girl. 

All three of them made a noise. Rumi leaned over Zoey, hands catching her and leaving her in a position to watch as Mira used her leverage on her hips to keep pushing forward. Inch by inch disappearing inside.

“Rumi-” Zoey whined, making the girl snap her head up, Zoey's hands coming up to grab onto her face, pulling her closer for a kiss. When she let Rumi pull back, she managed in a shivery voice, “You feel so good, baby. I need more. I need all of you.”

“God, Zo…” Rumi responded, one hand coming up to splay across Zoey's right hip, while Mira chuckled behind them and pushed forward once more, a few more inches and then- she was all the way inside.

“My girls. God. What you do to me...” Mira muttered, then reached forward to pull Rumi back up against her. “Look at her, Ru… look how well she took it for you. How pretty she is like this.”

“Yes-” Rumi whimpered, hand still shaky against Zoey's skin. “God, fuck- yeah. She's so pretty…” her whole body feels like it's vibrating, and she lets her head slump forward while letting out another moan.

“How do you feel, Zo?” Mira muttered.

“So good. Please. I- I-”

Mira pulls Rumi's hips back, slowly, then pushes back in, smirking when both girls whine loudly. She keeps Rumi going slow, holding her hips back against hers tight as a vice, and murmuring against the skin of her neck. “There you go, pretty girl. Feel her. Feel me. Feel how much we love you.”

She snapped her hips forward, sharply, just once, Zoey letting out a pleasured sob and reaching up to hold onto Rumi’s wrists, while Rumi whimpered and leaned a bit further down, almost panting as Mira went back to her slow pace. 

“Mira-” Rumi managed, choking as she watched Zoey’s face, shifting their hands to intertwine the fingers on both, and using the grip to press Zoey’s hands into the mattress as she held herself up.

“ Yes , pretty girl?” The taller girl murmured, running a hand up Rumi’s spine. “Something wrong?”

“God, I-” she tried to focus. Tried to think about anything except Zoey squirming under her, and Mira pressed against her back, and the sounds, the whining. She felt her patterns run hot over her skin. “I- fuck. MIRA-”

All she heard was a low, pleased hum, before Mira leaned against her shoulder, ghosting her lips over the skin. “You can let go, pretty girl. Show me how bad you wanted this. Wanted our girl. It's okay. You don't need permission. But I'll give it to you, if that's what you want.”

She keened, bucking her own hips, and finally breaking off from Mira's rhythm. She slumped down further, moaning into Zoey’s neck while increasing her pace. She felt how Zoey twitched, felt her tense up when she thrusted, and how her legs still scrambled a bit to try and wrap around her for leverage. Rumi was using her hands to keep Zoey still, squeezing her every time she pulled out.

Zoey was babbling soon enough, leaning her head into Rumi's. “Please, please baby- you feel so good- I love you- I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours- ”

Without thinking, Rumi growled against her throat, catching the hitch it created from Zoey's lips, then she whined, moving to capture Zoey's lips with her own like she needed them.

Mira was captivated, watching Rumi finally give in and rutting into Zoey like she had clearly wanted to. A new side of Rumi she loved seeing. Desperate, but not too shy to not do anything about it. She let her hands caress along her strong back, biting back her own moans just at how it felt against her fingers.

Rumi was lost. But where else to feel lost but while inside one of your girlfriends?

Zoey was grabbing her, moaning, begging, Mira was behind her, steady, warm.

And she didn't want to be anywhere else. They both made this so much easier than she ever thought it could be. Love. Intimacy. Wanting. It was okay, good even. GREAT even.

She let another low moan escape her lips as she tried to tick her tempo up, wanting to hear Zoey finally fall apart. Wanting to see what she looked like like that. She'd dreamt about it since they'd taken her apart so lovingly a couple of weeks ago.

“There you are, pretty girl.” She heard Mira laugh out breatily. “Fuck, Rumi. So good for us.”

There was a sense of embarrassment, but she sped up, grunting and whining as she let the praise soak in. Zoey’s hand twitched, like she wanted to reach up and grab onto Rumi. To keep her close. But being pressed into the mattress with Rumi's grip didn't allow for much movement.

“Ru- Rumi- plea- so… I’m- i’m s-so close, pretty girl . I'm so c-close. Please. ” She whined up at her, and Rumi pulled her head back enough to look down at her, slowing her hips only a bit so she could focus. 

She took in everything she could. Greedy. She was greedy.

“Let go, Zo- please let go.” She whined, thrusting into her a few times with extra force. “I want to see. Let go.” Zoey's moan came louder, and she took it as a good sign, leaning down to kiss at her face. “God Zoey, please let go , for me.”

A few good thrusts after that, and Zoey whimpered loudly, freezing up. Rumi stopped moving for a moment, but Mira was grabbing her hips and helped her drag it out for a little longer, muttering to go slow, let it ease up. When Zoey stopped moving, Rumi was still, all the way in, and didn't dare move- especially with Mira at her back.

She basked in how she did that. She was assisted, yes, but Zoey looked so pretty like this, worn out- eyes closed and chest moving with a stutter as she tried to catch up with her breathing.

“Zo…?” She asked quietly, finally pulling her hands away, one landing back on the girl's stomach and the other cupping her face.

“She just needs a second, baby,” Mira answered, rubbing up and down Rumi's sides like she was savoring her. It made Rumi shiver. “You did so well. Stay still, give her time. She's okay.”

“Shouldn't I-” she turned her head, trying to focus on Mira's gaze. “Shouldn't I pull it out?”

“You don't have to. It's not hurting her. Actually… I think she likes it.” Mira smirked, moving just enough to slide a hand over Zoey’s stomach, a weak moan pouring out of the girl's mouth. “Plus, I like how it looks. Here.” She moved gently, slowly, holding Rumi's hips with one hand to keep her still and using her other to raise Rumi's torso back up against hers.

The joint where their hips met was wet, and pink , and still twitching every minute or so.

“I've always liked how it looked. Being inside. It's a nice feeling too, being full.”

“Wha-”

“I have my own toys,” Mira answered, before Rumi could ask too many questions. The face she made made Mira smile. She leaned in, biting at Rumi's ear with a sigh. “ oh , the things you make me want, Ru.”

She flushed, leaning back but keeping her hips still. “You guys are… oh my God .” She laughed a little, pausing when Zoey whimpered and snapped her attention back to her.

“Guys-”

“What, pretty baby?” Mira soothed, once again moving to gently trace a hand against Zoey's thighs. “You okay?”

Zoey nodded, finally opening her eyes with a smile. “You two are so good to me.”

Rumi huffed. “You're awful.”

“You're- still inside me right now.” Zoey defended, moving shakily to stare into Rumi's eyes while she sat up just a bit on her elbows. There was a pause, before she was smiling wickedly, eyes still tired. “Rumi, pretty girl - can I have one more?”

She fucking- what ?

“O-one more…?”

“Orgasm?” Zoey finished, pouting and rolling her hips, whining when it hit a spot inside of her. “I want one more, baby, please? I'll be good. I'll be so good .”

“Told you she was okay. More than okay.” Mira chuckled, using her hand to try and still Zoey hips. “Greedy girl. What about us?”

Zoey choked out a smaller moan. “I'll be good, I'll take care of you after. I promise. Please, Mira-” she opened her eyes to Rumi again. “Please, baby. Rumi… I need one more . Please?” she rolled her hips again, closing her eyes at the sensation and breathing out heavy, which made Rumi gasp.

“Shit, Zoey.” Mira chuckled. “Patience, girl.”

Zoey frowned. 

Mira giggled. “I wanna touch you too. Let's reposition, okay? Rumi?” She tapped at the girl's chin. “You okay to give her what she wants?” Lower, closer to Rumi's ear. She just nodded. Mira smiled, kissing right behind her ear before pulling gently at her hips. “Alright, ease out, okay? Then lie down on your back for me.”

Rumi followed instructions, letting herself relax into the mattress and quickly snapping her eyes to Mira, tugging Zoey up, kissing at her temple, and muttering how pretty she was. Zoey giggled, then let Mira guide her very similarly to how she had guided Rumi, until Zoey was sitting high up on Rumi’s thighs, her hands landing warmly on her stomach.

Mira was lying beside Rumi now, letting out a sigh of relief. “Now I can touch both of you.” She smirked, already leaning over and tilting Rumi's face to kiss her, full of love. 

“ Awe , feeling left out?” Zoey purred, running her hands up and down Rumi's abdomen. “I bet Rumi wouldn't mind taking care of you too, y'know. Right Ru?”

The thought of Mira riding her next made her let out a small gasp, and she flushed red, Mira laughing against her lips. “I'm not gonna overwhelm her tonight.” She turned to Zoey, hand shooting out to pinch her hip. “You're enjoying this too much, you know.”

“I think I'm enjoying it the appropriate amount. Which is as much as physically possible.” Zoey turned, looking at Rumi with a smile. “I enjoy having you, Rumi.”

The sentiment was incredibly mutual, both for everything physical and the emotional, but all Rumi managed to do in response was swallow. Zoey took great pleasure in this, and moved her hips forward, slowly dragging herself up and down the length of Rumi's toy. “Did you enjoy having me , Pretty girl ?”

Rumi couldn't help groaning and closing her eyes. Zoey wanted her to die. Zoey wanted death for her. This was the only explanation. 

“ Zoey .” Mira husked, only a bit annoyed. “Be nice, she's been so good to you.”

When Zoey just giggled, Mira sat up, grabbing at the girl's hips and making her rut down harder on the length of the dildo. “What happened to needing one more ? To the begging ? What happened to you needing Rumi so , so bad?”

“I-” Zoey shuddered, leaning into the taller girl and letting out a few whimpers. Rumi could only let out a shaky breath and grip at the sheets, her hips betraying her by jumping up while she's trying to hold still.

“What do you think, Rumi? Does she deserve it? Or should she beg a bit more? I like it when she begs.” Mira chuckled low as she squeezed harder at Zoey's hips. “I like it when BOTH of you beg, really.”

Zoey starts trying to form a cohesive thought, but Rumi moans, thrusting a bit more firmly upwards. “ Zoey - beg for Mira.”

She takes herself by surprise with the request, and Mira looks at her, but with a wide smile. Zoey whimpers, before words start falling out of her lips. “PLEASE- please Mira- I'm sorry - I can be good- I'll be so good - for both of you. I wanna cum again, I want Rumi’s cock- please , PLEASE-” she whines again, forcing her eyes open to look at Rumi. “I'll be good for you too, I'm sorry for teasing- please baby- ”

“Then… c’mere, Zo.” Rumi managed, reaching out to touch one of her hips. “God, fuck- c’mere. ”

Mira is halting her hips, then helping Zoey sink back down, muttering in Zoey's ear in a voice Rumi can barely hear, but moans all the same as she catches snippets of “ so good ” and “ just sit pretty for me ”. Once she's settled onto Rumi's lap, Mira is back at Rumi’s side, kissing her hungrily and dragging nails over her stomach.

“You keep surprising me, baby. I like that .” She muttered, turning to bite into Rumi's neck, making her arch, which brought another moan from Zoey, shaking on top of her. “Both of you- God. Makes me want to ruin you .”

Rumi met Mira's eyes for just a moment, breathing heavily, before grasping at Zoey's waist and pulling, starting to make the girl gently rock her hips against her. She can't find words to say, but Mira’s eyes glimmer and they're kissing again, hot and heavy as Zoey starts moving herself up and down in search of her next release.

She’s wanted. So wanted . Her whole body feels shaky, but she doesn’t want to let go. She releases pathetic noise after pathetic noise into Mira’s mouth, not bothering to stop the automatic thrusting up into Zoey. She could let go. They wanted her to let go. Her heart beat so hard against her chest that she briefly worried she might black out, but she refocused on the feelings. Zoey’s moaning while she folded over, hands shaky and nails scratching at Rumi’s stomach. 

Mira was affected, more than she had been leading them to believe, but Rumi didn’t need to push it. She had her, here. Kissing her like it's all she ever wanted. And maybe it was… But they could talk about it later. 

Rumi couldn’t imagine being shy anymore.

She felt Zoey stutter in her movement, and Rumi broke away from Mira to throw a concerned look, but Zoey was capturing her lips instead, whimpering. “ Please , Ru. I’m so close-” Her hips rutted forward without focus, just pure need.

“Okay, baby. Okay.” She managed breathily, readjusting her hold on her hips and trying her best to meet Zoey’s thrusts. “You’ve got it, you can- fuck , Zoey, you can do it.”

Mira moved, kneeling again and kissing at the back of Zoey's neck with a small moan of her own, like just the sight was enough. “Work for it, Sweet girl. Cum for us. We want to see it...”

“Yes, god- we want to see you, Zo.” Rumi spoke again, one hand shakily gripping at Zoey's thigh. Zoey whined, sitting up again and leaning into Mira as her legs tensed more against Rumi’s. Mira grabbed her throat gently, guiding her into a sloppy kiss that had Rumi closing her eyes. 

So close, she’s so close . Rumi can feel it. Rumi wanted her to cum. 

She cracked her eyes open again to see Mira murmuring something Low into Zoey’s ear, this time not a single thing was clear. But Zoey’s eyes opened in shock as she finally came. Mira wrapped arms around her to hold her upright. “ There you are , baby. There you are.”

Rumi made a noise, but tried to repeat what Mira had helped her with earlier, thrusting still- but slowing down until Zoey whined, then she went still; and ran what she hoped were soothing hands over her thighs and lower stomach.

“Shit. god-” Zoey managed, having to lean further into Mira for support. “No regrets, but god -”

Mira chuckled. “You asked for it.”

“I did.” She smiled, eyes still closed. “Can- Mira can you…?”

Mira hummed, and grabbed her hips, helping pull her up and off of the dildo. She whimpered and fell forward into Rumi, who caught her with a sigh of relief. The smaller girl giggled against her Sternum. “I knew you’d like it.”

“Shutup.” Rumi murmured, but already running soft hands in circles over Zoey’s back, and soon asking; “Are you okay?”

Zoey nodded, lifting herself up and smiling lazily at her before kissing her cheek. “I love you so much, Ru. So good to me. Even when I’m a little mean to you.”

“Yeah well… you don’t mean to be. And I'm just… learning right now.” She relaxed a bit, and kissed at Zoey's jaw in return. “You... you did look pretty. You should know that.”

Another giggle. “Well if you’re gonna be like this , you can have me all pretty for you anytime -”

“You two are insatiable.” Mira chuckled, laying beside them again and pressing kisses to both of their temples. “My girls. My pretty girls .”

They all hummed, exchanging more gentle kisses on various parts of their faces, before Zoey sat up, looking at Mira with a smile. “I believe I promised to take care of you, my love- If you let me cum again?”

“You are one to keep promises.” Mira purred, looking at Rumi for a moment. She ran a gentle thumb over her cheek, a soft look in her eyes. “You can take off your harness, pretty girl. We will cuddle you after.”

“Okay.” She managed, sitting up and scooting toward the edge of the bed to do as she was told. Thankfully it wasn't as complicated as it looked earlier, loosening it just a bit everywhere Zoey had tightened it had it sliding easily off her legs. 

She winced at how wet she was. 

Ah, she hadn't cum . She was so focused on Mira and Zoey and doing what they wanted- Not that it was a regret... She sighed as she rubbed her thighs together, sitting back down. Then she heard the bed shifting behind her. A sharp breath , an annoyed growl, and a small moan…

She wasn't prepared for what she saw when she turned around.

Mira was laid back against the pillows, biting her lip and grabbing at the sheets. 

Zoey was between her legs, spreading them wide and licking at her slow and gentle . 

Holy shit. Holy shit-

She stayed watching, eyes wide and letting every detail in. Mira's other hand tangled in Zoey's hair, messed to the point of no return. Zoey's little hums and moans against her. How Mira's thighs were twitching. 

She didn't even realize she'd moved, until one of her hands came into soft contact with Mira’s thigh closest to her. The dancer’s eyes opened and she whined, eyes furrowing and looking at her. “Ru?”

A question. What are you doing? Not accusatory, just curious, if not a little confused.

Her eyes went back to Zoey, who licked a few more times before pulling away to look at her, eyes sparkling. “Need something, sweetheart ?” she giggled when Rumi opened her mouth to speak but couldn't. “What, love? My pretty girl, use your words~ .”

She didn't know how to say what she wanted, she just flushed red for a moment, then leaned forward, carefully, until she was kissing Zoey. 

And tasting Mira.

She let her eyes flutter shut, groaning into the feeling and the taste, Zoey quickly grabbing at the back of her neck and moaning in response. For what felt like several minutes they kissed, moving slightly back and forth, Rumi finally whimpering when Mira's taste dissipated. God, she wanted more. How was she this greedy?

“Girls, my girls , please. I love you. BUT I need SOMETHING, please-” Mira groaned, annoyed and using one of her legs to pull at Zoey. “Come back here.”

But Zoey didn't break eye contact with Rumi, smile widening and leaning forward. “You wanted a taste, didn't you, pretty girl? Jealous I was getting her all to myself?” she hummed against Rumi’s lips, who responded with a shaky breath. “Why don't we share , baby. Take care of her together ?”

“Can- can you do that?” Rumi managed, wanting to shrink back and lean forward at the same time. “I- does that-”

Zoey nodded, reaching and pulling Rumi closer. “Just gotta spread her legs a little wider.” Her gaze flickered with mischief. Mira made another noise as Zoey situated them each between Mira’s legs, and down onto their stomachs, faces inches apart and inches away from Mira’s cunt respectively.

Zoey was raising her fingers, brushing light against Rumi’s jaw and guiding the girl closer. “Go ahead, pretty girl. It's okay.” She sounded more patient, and it made Rumi relax, leaning forward with only a centimeter of hesitance before dragging lips against the edge. Mira made a sound, head flopping back against the pillows. Zoey was next to her ear after a few soft moments. “Tongue, baby. Use your tongue .”

Rumi made a small noise before obeying, tentatively licking low where she saw the most wetness, then groaning at the taste. Stronger than what she got from Zoey's mouth. She licked again, slower, shifting an arm to wrap around Mira's left thigh. 

Zoey hummed, biting at Rumi's ear, kissing her cheek, and wrapping one arm around her lower back. “Good girl , so good.”

Rumi whined, licking harder, gripping at Mira's flesh as she let herself go. She went after the wetness, the sweet, salty, wet mess between Mira's thighs. She liked the taste, and briefly thought about if Zoey tasted the same. She released a shaky breath at the thought, before returning to work with her mouth.

She felt lips on her shoulder and her cheek, happy little hums against her skin as she carried on, before a gentle hand moved and tilted her head just so, and Zoey's face was close, licking a little higher from where Rumi was, moaning into Mira's cunt.

Mira was fighting to stay silent, grunting and whining at the back of her throat, hands gripped into the pillows by her head as both her girlfriends worked between her legs. “ Fuck -” low and breathy. “you're both so unreal . God-” her legs twitched, tempted to close. She whimpered then, eyes shut tight. “God, please. Good girls . Such good girls-”

Both Rumi and Zoey groaned at the praise, doubling their efforts in their respective spots- Rumi low and licking at her entrance, and Zoey high, circling her clit with a teasing tongue and brushing it against her lips as she smiled. She took just a moment to turn back down into Rumi's ear. “You hear how good you’re doing, baby? She loves your tongue . You love her taste too, don't you? I love it when you get what you want. We both do.”

Rumi shook a little, shivering and moaning into Mira's hole, eyes shutting tighter as she focused as much as she could on the taste, the warm feeling. Mira's every little reaction. She wanted this. She wanted it so bad. These two wanted her too, and that brought such joy to her as she began experimentally sticking her tongue out farther, reaching inside . Mira gasped, hand suddenly grasping into her hair. “ Fuck, Ru-”

Oh.

She liked that. She liked this. Being in control for once. Making them feel how much she loved them. She groaned again, tugging at Mira's thighs while repeating the movement with her tongue, in and out, licking slower outside, then back in again.

Mira was shaking harder and harder, biting back her noises and gripping Rumi's hair hard, but she didn't care. She wanted her to fall apart. Wanted Mira to feel good. Just like Zoey had. Even if her own hips were twitching with the need to cum too. She could wait. She could be good for them.

Zoey was back to Mira's clit, humming and sucking and looking upwards with doe eyes to hopefully tip the girl over the edge.

And it worked.

Mira tensed, keening out a noise Rumi hadn't heard before from her. Her hips lifted, shaking for a moment before they flopped back onto the bed, heavy breathing and a few huffs emerging from Mira's throat afterward.

Rumi just watched her for a moment, before Zoey was shifting, moving up, flopping down, and tucking into Mira’s side. “Good?”

Mira pulled her tighter into her chest, arm around Zoey's shoulder. “Yeah, baby. Good.” Zoey hummed, closing her eyes.

Rumi sat up a bit, breathing and licking at her lips to get the taste back onto her tongue. Nothing was said for a few moments, before Mira's eyes were cracked open and looking at her softly, her arm not wrapped around their other girlfriend reaching for her. “C'mere, baby. Come cuddle us.”

Rumi blinked, then flushed a bit, shaking her head and setting a hand on Mira's thigh.

The taller girl furrowed her eyes in confusion, frowning. “What?”

Zoey peeked an eye open too. “Baby?” slightly worried.

She huffed, scooting forward but staying upright, trying to focus. “I just- I didn't- uhm.” She couldn't help the shift of her hips, which Mira noticed right away. The girl softened. 

“Oh, pretty girl. I'm sorry . Here-” she tried to sit up but Rumi placed a hand on her stomach.

“No, no, it's okay… just- can I-” she blinked again, thinking, before meeting Mira's eyes. “Can… Can I use your leg? Please?” The intake of breath from Mira was nearly confirmation, but Rumi shifted again, still waiting.

“Oh, babygirl. Of course. Come here , be close to me. Take what you need, sweetheart.” Mira was reaching again, and Rumi took her hand, scooting forward and setting her knees on either side of Mira's left knee. She breathed out again, sitting down, and placing her hands against Mira's abdomen. 

Zoey was smiling up at her too, hand reaching out to cover one of hers. “ There you go .” Gentle, tired, but still wanting to be present.

Rumi shifted her hips forward, one sharp inhale, then settled a little further, shaking as she did it again. The first few ruts were slow and careful, until the wetness began to help the glide. Mira grabbed at the hand Zoey wasn't holding, squeezing as the girl got started. She also tensed her thigh, trying to make it more solid to rut against.

Rumi whimpered, low in her throat, leaning forward just a bit and canting her hips harder. “ M-mira -”

“You've got it, Pretty girl. Look at you -” Mira was tired, she could tell, but wanted Rumi to cum. To relax with them. “Take what you need, baby. You're so pretty like this-” she stroked her arm from wrist to elbow, grabbing her tenderly like Rumi might leave if she didn't. Like this wasn't real.

A whine emerged from her throat, rutting faster now, feeling the buildup in her core. 

Take what you need.

So she took; She focused on getting there, feeling Mira, feeling Zoey, their hands, their voices, the friction. She didn't have any control over the noises bubbling up her throat; whimpers, whines, long keens as she kept going, Mira's thighs now so slick there was just a smooth glide.

Zoey spoke next, soft and almost in awe. “So good, Rumi. Cum for us … Show us .”

She panted out something similar but not quite Zoey's name, trembling and slouching forward a bit more, hands shifting higher as she did so, just below Mira's breasts.

“Cmon baby, you're so close. I know you are. I can see it .” Mira sighed, lifting a hand to cup Rumi's face, now that it was closer in reach. “Our pretty girl, you can do it. You've been so good all night. You deserve it .”

“Mir-” she gasped, rutting once extra hard, breathing heavy. “I- I AM- I'm so- so close - PLEASE-”

“Whatever you need, sweet girl- tell us- let us help you .” Zoey answered, her hand landing on Rumi's other cheek, making Rumi's head held tenderly by both of them.

It took her a moment to think, barely, sputtering out words. “I need- i- I love you. Please- I need to-”

Mira rubbed a thumb high on her cheek, murmuring so softly no one else would hear but them. “ I love you, Rumi. ”

She broke, shattered, whined long and pathetic into the air, twitching for several moments before stopping, tears just building in her eyes. She was still sitting up, arms shaky from holding herself up but not wanting to collapse too hard on top of Mira.

She eventually huffed and shifted to the right, then flopped by Mira's side, bringing a chuckle from both of her girls. Mira pulled her in by her waist, until she was mirrored across from Zoey, head tucked into Mira's neck. She hummed, closing her eyes and letting her body melt.

“Sorry we kinda forgot about you, Ru.” Zoey mumbled, already half asleep. “I'll take care of you next time. Promise.”

“We both will.” Mira muttered, turning to kiss Rumi's forehead. “Do you feel good? Enough?”

Rumi nodded, running a hand up to grasp Zoey's cheek. She wanted to say more, lots of things. Apologies, thank yous, thoughts on everything. But sleep overtook all of it. She tried, really tried, but Mira kissed her forehead again, running a lazy hand up and down her shoulder.

Yeah, she could talk in the morning.