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Rumi was very drunk.
She was slumped on the couch, shoes and jacket long forgotten, as she lazily brushed her hair out of her face. The room was spinning and she could barely keep her eyes focused. She could feel a weight on top of her. She put her hands out, only to be met with the rough texture of sequins. She then suddenly felt something warm and wet trail along her jaw and behind her ear. She gasped, but made no move to pull away. It was only when the culprit sat up straight that Rumi figured out who it was.
“Zoey…?”
The shorter woman was nestled comfortably on Rumi’s lap, face flushed and eyelids droopy. Her short wavy hair was out of its previous style, and she had a dopey grin on her face.
“Rumi… y’so pretty… wanna kiss…”
Without another word, Zoey swooped in for a kiss, holding Rumi’s face in her hands as if Rumi ever had the option of pulling away. Rumi responded in kind, wrapping her arms around Zoey’s torso to pull her closer. Zoey’s dress was riding up, exposing her panties to the world, but both women were far too inebriated to care. The kiss was sloppy, full of tongue and spit, Rumi’s and Zoey’s lips glistening under the colored lights. They moaned into each other's mouths, relishing in the lingering sweetness of tequila present on each other’s tongues.
It was Zoey that pulled away first, a string of spit stretching out between their lips. She grinned, pressing her thumb against Rumi’s bottom lip.
“You’re such a good kisser,” Zoey sighed, but her grin was replaced by a frown as she turned her head and noticed Mira. The taller woman was fast asleep, one hand supporting her chin and the other nestling an empty bottle of Don Julio.
Zoey pouted, promptly sliding off Rumi’s lap and crawling to the other side of the couch where Mira was. She leaned forward and began sucking on Mira’s skin, letting out a satisfied hum when Mira startled awake.
“Wha-”
“ Miraaaaaaa ,” Zoey whined, “come play with us.”
Mira grabbed Zoey by her neck, squeezing slightly and frowning. “Play with you?”
Zoey nodded nestling into the crook of Mira’s neck. “Mhm… please, Mira… y’know what liquor does to me… I’m so horny, I wanna play with you both.”
“Of course you are,” Mira smiled before promptly pulling Zoey into her lap. She pulled Zoey in for a deep kiss, before grabbing the bottom of her dress and pulling completely off of her.
Rumi blushed deeply. Zoey wasn’t even wearing a bra, her small and perky breasts on full display. Rumi could not stop staring; all she could think about was getting her mouth on Zoey’s body. So, she indulged herself, practically pouncing on top of the couple to capture Zoey’s lips on her own. Zoey willingly reciprocated, tangling her fingers in Rumi’s hair to deepen the kiss. She moaned into Rumi’s mouth as she felt Mira’s tongue flick over one of her nipples, which Mira soon sucked into her mouth.
Rumi only pulled away to catch her breath, and Zoey took the opportunity to whimper a strained “please fuck me” to Mira. Mira granted her request, pulling Zoey’s underwear to the side to draw slow circles over her clit. Zoey let out a shaky breath, her hips rolling forward in search of more or Mira’s gentle touch.
“Damn… so wet already,” Mira muttered as she stroked two fingers along Zoey’s folds. She curled her fingers inside, causing Zoey to gasp before releasing a shuddering moan into the air.
Mira fucked Zoey with a practiced precision, her long and slender fingers breaking the shorter woman down piece by piece until she was a shaky mess. Rumi wrapped a hand around Zoey’s neck, pulling her into another kiss as her other hand clawed at the skin of Zoey’s waist.
“More,” Zoey gasped against Rumi’s lips. “I want more… please…”
Mira smirked. “More, princess? How much more could we possibly give you?”
Zoey whined desperately. “More o-of your fingers… please, baby, please…”
Mira huffed before grabbing Rumi by her neck and pulling her for a sudden sloppy kiss. It was short-lived, Mira pulling away almost instantly but keeping Rumi’s face close.
“Say ah.”
Rumi wordlessly obeyed, parting her lips and sticking out her tongue as told. Mira took the opportunity to stick two fingers into Rumi’s mouth, pressing insistently on the back of her tongue until the purple haired woman let out a gag.
“Yeah… good girl,” Mira cooed, slipping her fingers out and observing the way they glistened with Rumi’s spit. “Give Zo more kisses.”
Mira didn’t need to tell Rumi twice; her lips found Zoey’s almost immediately, the two making out like it would kill them if they stopped. Zoey began sucking on Rumi’s tongue, causing the latter to groan with arousal.
Mira curled her fingers inside Zoey again, causing the shorter woman’s thighs to quiver as she sighed against Rumi’s tongue. Mira brought her other hand around Zoey’s waist, her wet fingers drawing achingly slow circles around her other hole. Zoey’s body responded almost violently, her eyes shooting open and her grip tightening on Rumi’s hips.
“Oh my gosh, fuck yes, Mira please ,” she slurred incessantly.
Mira smirked again, pressing a chaste kiss to Zoey’s torso before gradually pushing into her backside. Zoey threw her head back and keened, yelping as Rumi to the chance to start leaving marks into the exposed part of her neck.
Mira fucked Zoey earnestly from both holes, her fingers working her like an experienced puppeteer. Zoey couldn’t decide whether she wanted to roll her hips forward or push them backwards; either way, she was going to take everything Mira gave her. Rumi brought a hand up to pinch one of Zoey’s nipples, which elicited a choked whimper from the shorter woman.
“A-Ah! Yes… oh fuck, pleasepleaseplease I’m so close don’t stop…”
Rumi kept rolling the pink bud between her fingers, grabbing the other to do the same. She kept her lips clamped onto Zoey’s throat, sucking at a particularly sensitive spot just under her ear. Mira kept her pace, curling and twisting her fingers exactly how she knew Zoey liked. Zoey’s nails dug harshly into Rumi’s skin, squeezing each time Mira thrust into her. She was dangerously close; Mira and Rumi were touching her in all the right places to bring her right on the brink of orgasm.
“You’re so close, aren’t you, princess?” Mira cooed.
“Wanna see how pretty you are when you’re cummin’ for us,” Rumi added.
The pair’s words were just enough to spur Zoey on, tumbling over the edge with a broken sob as her body shuddered with release. Rumi couldn’t help but notice just how beautiful Zoey was when her eyes were rolled to the back of her head.
Zoey slumped against Mira, her grip on Rumi’s body loosening as she caught her breath. Mira pulled her fingers out of Zoey, wiping them on the couch cushions before massaging Zoey’s thighs.
“You alright, princess?” she questioned, to which Zoey responded with a nod and a soft, “mhm…”
Mira kissed the top of Zoey’s head before gently placing her on the couch next to her and standing up. She shot a heated gaze at Rumi. “Okay, your turn.”
Rumi froze, suddenly feeling extremely exposed despite still having most of her clothes on. “M-Me?”
Mira smirked. “Yes, you . Come on, take those off.”
Rumi nodded, lifting her turtleneck over her head as Mira unbuttoned the rest of her shirt. Soon, both women were in nothing but their underwear. Mira kneeled in front of Rumi, prompting her to spread her legs. Rumi complied, but not without sheepishly turning her face away. Mira smiled coyly at Rumi’s reaction as she began to trail slow, lingering kisses onto the inside of her thigh. Rumi shivered each time Mira’s lips made contact with her skin, shocks of hot electric stinging with each kiss.
“Mira…” Rumi whimpered just as Zoey’s hand dragged across her chest and grabbed the back of her neck to pull her into a kiss full of tongue.
Rumi sighed with pleasure, one hand tightly gripping the couch cushion as the other made its way into Mira’s hair, pushing the woman exactly where she wanted her. “Please,” she whimpered against Zoey’s lips; to whom, exactly, it didn't really matter. All Rumi knew is that she was so insatiably horny , and the alcohol flowing through her veins only exacerbated her aching need for the two women that were simultaneously consuming her.
Mira conceded, pulling Rumi’s underwear to the side to finally have a taste of her. She dragged her tongue in one long stripe, from Rumi’s hole to her clit, groaning at how good she was on her lips. Rumi gasped, the hand in Mira’s hair tightening as she sought to ground herself.
“O-Oh fuck, ” she muttered against Zoey’s lips, who couldn’t stop herself from peppering kisses onto the corner of Rumi’s mouth.
“Mhm… taste so good,” Mira moaned into Rumi, the vibrations from her voice sending a shiver up Rumi’s spine.
Mira pulled away for a moment to completely yank off Rumi’s underwear before delving back in between her legs. She sucked Rumi’s clit gently yet fervently, in a way that had the woman’s hips rolling in pleasure.
“Zoey,” Mira slurred, “C’mere…”
Zoey obeyed, giving Rumi one final peck on her lips before sliding down the couch and settling between Rumi’s legs right next to Mira. The redhead didn’t even need to tell her to have a taste of Rumi; she was already diving in and taking her for herself. Zoey hummed, eyebrows furrowing at how shockingly good Rumi was on her tongue.
“Fuck, I could stay in here forever,” she mused, but before she could dive back in, Mira grabbed her by her hair to pull her in for a sopping kiss. Rumi whimpered as she watched the couple moan into each other’s mouths, swapping spit and sharing her arousal on their tongues. She covered her mouth with her hand, trying to quiet her ragged breaths.
When the two women before her finally separated, it was Mira who got to Rumi first, flicking Rumi’s clit with her tongue and forcing a sharp gasp out of her. “A-Ah! Mira…”
Meanwhile, Zoey sucked and bit at Rumi’s inner thigh, leaving a trail of marks she knew would be there for a while. From then on, the two women took turns eating Rumi out, both enjoying the different sounds they could invoke from her. Rumi’s resulting orgasm was just as intense as the build-up to it; she came with a strained cry, her back arching and toes curling as waves of her release crashed through her.
Zoey rubbed gentle circles on Rumi’s thighs as she came down from her high, and Mira kissed a trail up her body, leaving a few pecks on the corner of Rumi’s lips.
“How was that, sweet thing?” she whispered against Rumi’s skin.
“I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard before,” she hummed in reply, before turning to connect their lips in a soft kiss.
Zoey was on Mira’s other side immediately, nuzzling into her neck while feeling up her thigh. “You’re gonna let us make you feel good, mommy?”
Mira pulled away from Rumi, a smirk on her face as she turned to Zoey. “You really want to?”
Zoey and Rumi both nodded, and Mira relented, lifting up her hips so she could slip her underwear off. Zoey was on her immediately, straddling Mira’s thigh and leaning in to press heated kisses along her jaw. Rumi followed suit, sticking her tongue out to lick a slow stripe along Mira’s ear before sucking on her earlobe.
Mira sighed, her breath catching in her throat as Zoey slipped her hand in between her legs, her fingers dipping into her wetness.
“Mmh… you’re all strung up from taking care of us all night, huh?” Zoey tittered as she began circling Mira’s clit in slow, careful strokes.
Mira groaned, her eyes squeezing shut as her head fell backwards. “Fuck, yeah…”
Rumi smiled against Mira’s cheek. “You want my fingers inside of you?”
“Oh, shit,” Mira grunted, “Yeah… please?”
Rumi hummed, running two of her fingers along Mira’s folds before slowly pressing them inside, relishing in the way Mira keened at the intrusion. Mira instinctively grabbed at the two of them, her nails digging into the flesh of their hips. Her hips rolled in tandem with the rhythm set by Rumi and Zoey’s fingers.
“O-Oh yes, that’s so good, fuck ,” Mira stammered huskily, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.
Zoey bit her lip, a knowing smirk growing onto her lips. “Rumi… give her one more, she can take it.”
Mira’s eyes snapped open at Zoey’s suggestion, but before she could protest, Rumi was already slipping a third finger inside of her. Mira cried out, her legs trying to shut together, but Rumi kept her thigh trapped in between her own two. She tactfully curled her fingers into that spongy spot inside Mira that had her gasping with each thrust. At the same time, Zoey quickened her pace on Mira’s clit, the pair reducing Mira to a whimpering mess.
Zoey latched onto Mira’s throat, sucking hickeys into her neck, while Rumi captured Mira’s lips in a heated kiss. Mira released her moans into Rumi’s mouth, her chest rising and falling quicker the closer she got towards the edge. She could already feel her climax coiling deep in her stomach.
“Fuck… i-if you don’t s-slow down, I’m gonna…”
Zoey let out a soft giggle. “You’re gonna what? Gonna make a mess for us? ‘S okay, baby, just let go, we got you.”
And just like that, Mira was falling apart as her release squirted out from between her legs, drenching Rumi’s and Zoey’s arms along with the couch cushions beneath her. She cried out as she quickly became overstimulated, her hands scrambling to push both women away. Rumi and Zoey slowed to a stop, pulling their hands away from her as she caught her breath.
“You know, I didn’t take you for the type to squirt that hard,” Rumi teased, snuggling into Mira’s side and dotting soft kisses along her shoulder.
“ God , I love when you do that, Mama,” Zoey added, holding Mira’s face in her hands as she pressed a soft kiss to her lips.
Mira let out a tired scoff. “Oh please, you’re saying that as if you didn’t just force it out of me.”
Zoey snickered as she nuzzled into Mira’s neck. “Forced or not, I love it all the same.”
“You know, I’m just surprised we did all that without getting caught,” Rumi mused, hooking her leg over Mira’s own.
Mira mindlessly caressed Rumi’s thigh, a questioning look on her face. “And if we did…?”
It was Rumi’s turn to look confused, her head tilting to the side as she furrowed her eyebrows. “Well, we could’ve gotten kicked out, no?”
Mira turned and shot Zoey a look, before letting out a laugh, louder than anything she’s said tonight.
“Baby, you really didn’t tell her?”
Zoey shrugged as she rested her head on Mira’s shoulder. “It never came up.”
“Okay, wait,” Rumi interjected, leaning forward so she could make eye contact with Zoey. “What did you not tell me?”
Zoey turned to face Rumi, a casual expression on her face. “That Mira owns this place. Doesn’t really matter if anyone sees us, what’re they gonna do about it?”
Rumi blinked silently, staring blankly at the couple. She just fucked the owner of the nightclub and her girlfriend at the same time.
How lucky could she get?
Now that she thought about it, it made sense. Rumi noticed there were a handful of other people on this balcony when Zoey brought her up here, but not once did anyone confront them this whole time. Also, the way Zoey was allowed to take two whole bottles of liquor for free when, normally, you’d have to pay quite a bit for that.
“Ah, well, good to know,” she muttered.
“Anyway,” Mira grumbled, arching her back as she stretched her arms out. “I’m way too sober right now.”
As if on cue, Zoey stood up, holding out a hand to Rumi.
“Okay, time to go bother Jinu again!” she chimed excitedly.
A meek smile grew on Rumi’s face at Zoey’s invitation, and she took her hand, partially dressing herself before the pair made their way (or more like stumbled, their legs still weren’t 100% functional) downstairs and to the bar.
Jinu noticed them walking up, and if he took note of the countless marks on Rumi’s neck, he did a good job at hiding it.
“Oh, you’re still alive,” he joked as he wiped the counter in front of him.
“Alive and well,” Rumi nodded as she took a seat on one of the barstools. “Listen… Mira wants to know if you could spare another bottle of Don Julio?”
Jinu couldn’t hide the shock on his face this time, his eyebrows raising as he looked between Rumi and Zoey, who stood silently next to her, her arms crossed.
Jinu shook himself out of his initial surprise, wordlessly reaching under the counter for another bottle of their requested liquor. Zoey impatiently tugged on Rumi’s arm as the latter thanked Jinu cheerfully, the pair leaning on each other as they staggered towards the staircase.
Jinu sighed, shaking his head as he went back to wiping the countertop. He does not get paid enough to care about what the three of them were getting into.