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If anyone asked Mira, she had known Rumi and Zoey were It for her since the morning of her 17th birthday. It was the first one that she had since meeting the both of them, and she hadn't expected much out of it. She had, after all, only known the two of them for a little over and a little less than a year, respectively, at that point, and supposed fated-teammates-bound-together-at-the-soul-by-some-weird-celestial-force or not, she had known people her entire life who had never cared that much about her birthday.

Rumi and Zoey, however, had set up an entire day of activities for them to do together, all things they knew she liked to do, ate food they had cared enough to notice that she loved, went to see a show she was pretty sure she had only mentioned wanting to see once, and ended the day with a cake that was her favorite flavor. It was the kind of personal attention she had never received in her life, so tailored to her and her interests that it could only be planned by people who genuinely cared about her. 

She had stood in front of the cake they had made for her, lumpy and misshapen, the icing decorating it sloppy, the "Happy" and "Mi" written in Zoey's messy scrawl while the "Birthday" and "ra" were written in Rumi's more elegant handwriting, and the 17 candles lit atop of it (which Rumi was muttering under her breath about being a fire hazard), and stared. When she looked up at them, standing there with beaming expressions, earnestly hoping to please her, she had realized it then and there.

These were the only two people who could make her feel so cared for, so loved, so devoted to. They were her family. 

She had blown those candles out, and her wish had been that they would feel the same way about her. 

At 20, she had realized she had gotten her wish.

The morning after their third Idol Awards win, after having kissed the night before. No words were spoken that morning, but they hadn't needed them. Mira had seen the looks in their eyes, had seen how they wanted her the night before, felt the way they had reached for each other unconsciously or otherwise, and their touches changed, and she knew that they loved her the way she had been loving them. 

It was part of what made the Saja Boys incident hurt so much. The thought that maybe she had been wrong, that they, or Rumi, at least, didn't love her like that, that someone she was so devoted to hadn't even loved them enough to trust them with this integral part of herself and would tell someone like Jinu about it before them, had torn a hole in heart so large that Gwi-Ma had been able to fill it with poisonous words of doubt that she had then turned against the only other person she loved like that. 

Two days after they came back together, when the three of them had slept together for the first time, she realized that she had been right before. 

Mira hated these events more than almost everything else that came with their positions as idols. 

They were at some sort of industry schmooze event, where the goal was to show face and make pretend that you liked most of the people who you shared the industry with, even though most of them would gladly see your downfall in order to take your place and level of fame. 

At least, that was how it felt for Mira. Perhaps that was the daughter of a cutthroat family of business people speaking, though. Rumi saw it as a networking opportunity, while Zoey treated them like they were just fancier parties that she could meet new people at and make friends that, ultimately, she would only ever see at the occasional award ceremony or similar events to these. 

(Huntr/x was famously insular, rarely ever spending time with anyone other than each other and their crew.)

The maknae's ability to make so many quick connections during these events had always been a boon to both Mira, who many saw as unapproachable, and Rumi, who often struggled with starting conversations with people she didn't know. As soon as they would arrive, Zoey would break off and find people she recognized from the news or social media, and would scout them out to see if there were any points of common interest between them and her girls. If she discovered none, she would move onto the next person, and so on and so forth. If she found some, she would either drag that person over to Mira and Rumi (who would find a spot to huddle in while they waited for her), or drag them over to the person. Occasionally the two of them would have someone specific they needed to speak to at one of these events, but those were rare, and when they did, whoever didn't have anyone to speak to would often spend the evening flitting around the venue with Zoey. 

(One time, Mira had spent nearly an entire evening talking to a fashion designer whose work had caught her eye, discussing the possibility of the designer creating an entire collection for her and modeling the designs for a show. When she had gone to look for Rumi and Zoey, she had been alarmed by the fact they were nowhere to be found. They hadn't even sent her a text about where they were. She had looked everywhere in the venue for them, until, about 30 minutes later, she had managed to track them down to the bathroom of the next building over. They had chocolate on their clothes and whipped cream in their hair-both of which they refused to explain the origin-and Rumi had been sitting on the sink countertop, Zoey's head buried between her thighs. 

The lecture she had given them that night about "not telling me where you guys went and making me worried that you had been kidnapped" had, it seems, done nothing to kill their audacity, as Rumi had leaned over to Zoey at one point and whispered, "Ooh, Mommy's mad". If Mira had to guess, it was a play to distract her and maybe even to get her to join them, especially considering she had interrupted before Rumi could come.

Rumi, ultimately, did not come that night.)

Zoey was an integral part of their ability to get through these events without wanting to tear their own hair out from boredom. 

Zoey wasn't with them for this event, however.

She had gotten a nasty cold about a week ago that had left her bed stricken and feverish for the past several days. She had finally started feeling a little better yesterday, and today she was insistent that she would be alright on her own. When Mira and Rumi had started to protest the idea of attending in favor of staying behind to keep taking care of her, Zoey (who had always handled them being apart better than either of her girlfriends) had smiled sweetly at the from her bedroom doorway.

"I love you guys so fucking much. You’ve both been so sweet to me.” They had both smiled back, neither detecting the danger in her voice hidden by just how congested she was. Rumi had opened her mouth to say something in return, but then Zoey had grabbed both of them by the collar, dragging them down so they were eye-to-eye. Her smile had turned a little poisonous, her eyes conveying the sheer level of her irritation with them. When she had spoken again, all the sweetness in her voice was gone, “But you've been hovering over me literally nonstop for the past 3 days, and I'm a little overwhelmed right now, and just need some time to myself. Go." She had released them, shoving them back a bit, and slammed her bedroom door shut in their pouting faces after that. 

(No, they did not have separation anxiety. Stop saying that.)

If she had gotten a glimpse of Rumi's outfit, no doubt she wouldn't have let them leave for the night, and would probably have begged for something that would have been hell on her weakened body, even if she was getting better. Considering Rumi would never have given in while she was still sick, it was probably for the best that Zoey hadn't actually seen them in their outfits for the night. 

Mira wasn't fairing that much better than Zoey would have. The dress Rumi was wearing was long, but it hugged her muscular body just right, accentuating every delicious muscle and curve. It was strapless, sleeveless, and, perhaps worst of all, backless, showing off large expanses of bare skin, and the neckline of it plunged into a v-shape, displaying a hint of cleavage. It was a marvel how it was staying up on her. The Rumi of two years ago probably would have had an absolute heart attack if she had seen herself in it. 

The Mira of now wasn't sure she wasn't going to have a heart attack looking at her in it. Her eyes traced the translucent patterns across her skin, watching the way they shimmered in the light. Her mouth watered, tongue shoving against her teeth as the desire to trace those lines with it grew. Mira’s own dress, a beautiful yet simple and breathable red gown with a slit down the bottom right side, had felt tight on her body since the moment she laid eyes on Rumi in hers.

When they were in the car on the way over, she had had to keep her hands on her lap to keep herself from touching Rumi how she really wanted to. If Rumi knew how much the dress was affecting her, she was playing dumb about it. She had kept asking Mira why she was being so quiet, and when Mira eventually came up with the excuse that she was just worried about Zoey, she nodded and told her she was worried, too.

On any other night, she might’ve dragged Rumi home, but they did really need to go to this event, and Zoey needed time alone in the penthouse. If they fucked at the venue, they would have to be there cleaning themselves up for a while, and they genuinely did have some people that were attending that they needed to speak to. They might lose those opportunities if they weren’t focusing on finding and talking to those people and were, instead, having a quickie in some bathroom or closet.

So, Mira resolved herself to suffering in silence. They would get through this event, make the connections they needed to make by talking to people they needed to talk to, and then, hours from now, when they finally went home, Mira would fuck Rumi in one of the rooms that was far enough away from Zoey’s that she wouldn’t be woken up by the sound of their fucking. 

(If she did, she probably would insist on joining them, which, again, would be hell on her body right now.

Not that Mira or Rumi would actually let their girlfriend have sex with them when she was still so sick, but, y’know…

They didn’t like excluding her.)

On the bright side, Mira’s conversation partner, and her main networking target for the evening, was actually a brilliant and interesting conversationalist. She was another choreographer, one who had worked with countless other idols on some of their best sets, and Mira had been fascinated to pick her brain about her process. 

It genuinely helped her almost completely forget about the subject of her torment, at least for a little while. It also helped that at some point, Rumi had wandered off to go speak to her own networking target of the night, some executive at a company they were looking to work with. While part of Mira wished she had her girlfriend by her side right now, another part of her was glad for the relief of not having to look at her and yearn for something she couldn’t have just yet.

They’d been talking for almost 2 hours when the woman finally excused herself to speak to someone else. Mira scanned the room after she was gone, looking for anyone else she wanted to speak to that night. Failing to see anyone in her immediate vision, she decided to wander over to the bar, hoping to at least strike up a conversation there.

On the way over, however, she heard a familiar laugh, loud and clear over the sound of other people’s chattering. 

Mira, on pure instinct alone, and with no self preservation skills kicking in, turned her head to search for the source of that laugh. She found her immediately.

There, off in an almost entirely secluded corner of the room, was Rumi, looking just as radiant and delectable as the last time Mira had seen her. She held a flute of lightly sipped champagne in her hand, and she had an arm perched on a tall table next to her. Her head was tilted to the side slightly. Her smile was somewhere between her usual Professional Kpop Idol smile and her authentic one. Clearly, whoever she was talking to was genuinely endearing themself to her, although she was still focused on the matter at hand.

Mira knew she shouldn’t approach her, that it was a dangerous idea and would only lead to her clenching her teeth in frustration and ruining her underwear even further than it already was. 

Still, the pull to be by her side was as irresistible as ever. 

She gave in to the Siren’s call. 

She weaved her way through the crowd to get to her, her heart fluttering in anticipation as she got closer and closer. As she passed by the last group of people separating them, Rumi finally noticed her, and her smile brightened. Mira’s heart warmed at the sight.

She settled next to Rumi, and felt a small grin grow on her face when one of the half-demon's arms wrapped around her waist. Her own hand was laid flat against Rumi's other side. Mira knew that if she placed it on Rumi's back, the feeling of her skin would do nothing to help with her minutely rising arousal from just being right next to her in this outfit.

She pressed a kiss into her girlfriend's hair, "Hello, jagiya."

Rumi's hand squeezed her side, "Hi, darling." Mira felt her chest squeeze at the sweetness in her lover's voice.

The man standing in front of her smiled pleasantly. Mira hadn't registered his presence until now. "Ah, you must be Mira! Your partners have told me so much about you!" He held up both of his hands as if placating her, "And don't worry, they're all good things!"

Mira cocked her head in curiosity. "Partners? As in both of them?"

Rumi gestured at the man, "Mira, this is Eun-Tae. He and Zoey worked together on a few wildlife conservation projects a few years ago, remember?"

She thought back, "Oh, yeah. I remember now." She nodded at him, "It's nice to meet you."

"Please, the pleasure is all mine." His eyes twinkled behind his glasses, "Like I said, your partners have both told me about you, and Zoey told me a lot."

"Oh?"

He laughed, "Yes, you and Miss Rumi." Rumi blushed, ducking her head into Mira's arm in an attempt to hide herself, "Let's just say, I was...unsurprised when the announcement about you three being in a relationship came out."

Mira wasn't sure if she ought to chuckle in amusement or blush from how charmed she was by this. She could see why Rumi, who was normally so reserved when talking to people at these functions, seemed to enjoy this man's presence so much.

Rumi, seemingly moving past her embarrassment (or perhaps, desperate to not be further embarrassed), cleared her throat.  "You were telling me about the upcoming project you think Zoey would be interested in, weren't you?"

Eun-Tae laughed again, sensing her desire to change the subject. "Right, well, as I was saying..."

Mira, admittedly, tuned him out. Now that the conversation was no longer about just how much her girlfriend used to gush about her and their other girlfriend, it became harder to distract herself from said other girlfriend's outfit. Against her will, her eyes drifted over to her side, where Rumi was nestled against her, nodding along to whatever Eun-Tae was saying, her mouth (covered in a dark crimson lipstick that almost made it look as though her lips were coated in blood, and Oh, great, now I'm thinking about the last time they were covered in my blood, which caused her hand to drift up to where the mark from that last time was still fading against her hip) opening to respond every so often.

Her traitorous eyes wandered even lower, coming to rest on her breasts. They followed the dimly lit lines trailing down her collarbone, through the valley between her breasts, and below the fabric of her dress, where, even without the direct sight of them, they continued to trace along paths memorized by years of seeing Rumi naked beneath (or atop) her. 

Mira was aware that the lack of decorum she was displaying went against every lesson they were taught in training on how to act in public, but, then again, none of those lessons ever said anything about her normally modest girlfriend wearing a revealing outfit to an otherwise low-key event like this. 

"Mira? Jagiya?" 

Mira's eyes snapped up. "Hm?" 

Rumi was looking at her strangely, as though she was afraid Mira had lost her mind (which, to be honest, was not an unfair assumption right now). Across the small table, Eun-Tae had a knowing look on his face. Apparently, Mira had missed something important in all of her ogling. 

Her girlfriend spoke again, "I was just saying that I need to use the restroom. Do you want me to get anything for you from the bar on the way back?"

"Oh, uh, no, I should be fine." She could feel her face begin to redden, embarrassed at having been caught staring. 

Rumi, it seemed, hadn't noticed, if the confused lift of one brow and dip of the other was any indication. "Okay...I'll be back soon." She pulled Mira's head down and leaned up to place a kiss on her cheek, the height gap between them smaller than usual due to Rumi's heels being an inch or so taller than Mira's. 

As she walked away, Mira couldn't help but follow her with her gaze, watching every movement as she swayed through the crowd, parting it effortlessly.

"I hope you take this as the complement this is meant to be, but you are a very lucky woman, Miss Kang." She turned to look at Eun-Tae, who was smirking, the knowing look still on his face. "Miss Choi is the most vibrant woman I've ever met, and Miss Ryu is absolutely gorgeous." When he saw the hackles of her jealousy begin to rise, he held his hands up placatingly, "No worries, I'm uninterested in encroaching on your relationship. I'm a happily married man, myself." He pointed to the ring on his finger, showing it off with pride. Mira's shoulders loosened a bit. He continued, "I just hope the rest of the room realizes the danger they're in right now."

Mira felt her curiosity rise, and she returned her eyes to her girlfriend, still walking through the sea of people. Now, though, her eyes began to see the people around her, previously having been too distracted by Rumi's beauty. Her hackles rose again as she registered the sight of them.

Hers were not the only eyes trailing the half-demon, it seemed. All around her, people stared, openly and lustfully, watching her just as closely as Mira had been. Even as she disappeared into a room Mira assumed was the restroom, their eyes lingered on where she had been walking, as if they were so stunned by her their brains couldn't keep up with reality. 

The heat that had been pooling in her stomach now rose to her chest, a feeling as familiar as an old friend. It had stopped visiting her as often some time ago; she had spent the last few years in near constant bliss, surrounded in the gentle love of the women of her dreams, softening her with their affection. Fury like this was rare for her, nowadays, reserved only for when people were mistreating her girls, or for the once-in-a-blue-moon public jab from one of her family members (and, to be frank, it made her more furious that she still felt anything at all from these potshots than anything they could actually say about her).

She couldn't recall ever having been so angry at people just looking at one of her partners. They were performers, for Christ's sake, who sold out shows of thousands of people who stared at them in awe of their beauty.

But, then, she supposed neither of her partners had ever worn anything quite like this to a networking event of all things.

They had never worn something so open and revealing as the dress Rumi was wearing. Mira had, dozens of times, but never Zoey and certainly never Rumi.

The words were leaving Mira's mouth before she had even realized they were forming on her tongue, "If you'll excuse me, I believe I also must use the restroom." She was a little proud of herself for not, even in her distracted state, not saying what she truly was thinking. Sorry, sir, I need to go fuck my incredibly, ethereally hot girlfriend in the bathroom, because I can't stand the fact that all these people are getting an eyeful of skin usually only me and our other girlfriend get to see. 

No doubt that wouldn't have gone over nearly as well as the basic excuse, which only earned her a smiling nod of acknowledgement. 

She made her way through the crowd, taking the same path Rumi had walked down, her gaze locked on the door she had entered. If anyone tried to get her attention, she did not notice. 

It was the bathroom, Mira saw as soon as she opened the door. The room was a dark orange color, the white sconces on either side of the room lowly lit enough to provide the high class ambience that she had spent her entire life around. There were thin walls on either side of the sinks, and between the other side of them and the thick outside walls, there were nooks with cream ottomans and tall potted plants next to them. Three large stalls sat on the opposite end of the room, the doors low and tall. 

Only one of them was occupied, she noted with satisfaction. 

Mira entered one of the unoccupied stalls, although she had no intention of using the toilet. I have something to relieve, she thought, but it's not my bladder. She idled in the middle of the stall, waiting. After a few minutes, she heard the sound of a toilet flushing and a stall door unlocking and opening. Her heart beat in rhythm with the heels clacking against the floor as they approached the sinks. The clacking stopped, and Mira heard metal squeak and water begin to run. Taking it as her sign to move, she walked over to her stall's door, unlatching it and swinging it open. 

On the other side of the room, one of the two loves of Mira's life stood, hunched over the sink, staring at her iridescent-lined hands as she washed them. Mira watched her for a single moment, staring at the open expanse of her back, before she closed the canyon of distance between them in three long strides. 

She leaned over so that her front could press up directly against Rumi's back, surrounding her from behind with her entire body. She brushed flowing purple hair over one shoulder to expose her neck, and her arms wrapped around the leader's middle to bring her even closer. Her nose poked the top of Rumi's neck, her breath hot against the nape.

Rumi stiffened, gasping at the sudden body pressed against hers. Mira smirked. Her voice was low and husky as she whispered, "What's wrong, Princess? Not expecting me here?"

Rumi's tension lifted when she realized the identity of her captor. "Mira-"

Mira kissed the nape of her neck, hot and wet and full of promise for more, "You've been walking around in front of all these people tonight, showing off just how hot you are, baby. And it's great seeing you so confident, really, it is." Her lips moved to Rumi's ear, which had gone bright red and was swirling (what Zoey had named, when she was cataloguing all of Rumi's pattern colors) arousal-pink. "Sexy, even." She licked the tender skin on top of it, then bit gently and pulled it back. Rumi groaned softly, causing Mira to smirk around it. She released the ear, "But God, do I fucking hate to see all these people staring at you like they've been doing all night."

Rumi's breath came out ragged, and her wet, soapy hands braced against the still-running sink to keep herself steady. "L-like what?"

Mira turned her gaze over to the mirror in front of them, watching the breathtaking vision before her. The singer's chest was heaving, each hard breath pushing her breasts against the edges of the fabric mostly covering them (she wondered if Rumi was wearing a bra at all under the dress, and grew excited at the thought that she would get to find out soon), her patterns brightly lit against the flush red of her skin. Her purple hair draped across her shoulder and across her torso in long waves, just begging to be pulled and tugged. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth agape as she sucked in air, the slight tips of her fangs were glistening white from where they poked out behind her dark red lips. 

Like you're divinity in human form, she thought, hopelessly in love, or, I suppose, half-human form. They're right, which is what makes them acknowledging it even worse.

Perhaps if they were in the comfort of their own home right now, she might've actually said something that sappy aloud. But they weren't, so she settled for something else. 

Her smile turned predatory, "Like they want to see more of you." She bit down, harder this time, on her earlobe, tugging it back and soothing it with her tongue. Her hands parted, one moving upwards and gripping the side of a breast, while the other moved to her crotch.

Rumi threw her head back, her hips jerking backwards into her pelvis. "M-Mira!" she whined softly. 

Mira pressed her lower hand up against Rumi's clothed clit, hard enough that she knew her girlfriend would feel the pressure even with the several layers covering it. "Shhh, baby, you-"

Rumi's body seized up for an instant. "Ah-!" Mira watched as her fangs sunk into her bottom lip to keep herself quiet, just before full-body tremors began rolling through Rumi's body, her hips still jerking with each one. Her face twitched in ecstasy, and her hands gripped around the edges of the sink so tight Mira was afraid it might crumble within them.

Mira was shocked; this was far from the first time she had seen Rumi come while fully clothed, or even without being touched, but for it to happen after just one touch? Rumi must've been more pent up than she had thought. 

The tremors began to slow, the aftershock of the surprise orgasm finally riding itself out. Mira was silently transfixed by the sight of her heaving chest, the slight trickle of blood that trailed down from her punctured lip (which she did not immediately feel the need to lick up, unlike some people), her trembling shoulders, her squeezed eyes.

God, she was so fucking lucky. 

Rumi's body stopped shaking soon, and her mouth opened, her breath coming out in slow gasps. They were silent, with the only noises in the room being the water still running in the sink, and those gasps of air. 

Eventually, Mira spoke up, "So, uh-"

The door to the bathroom opened, and the two of them jumped apart (as much as they could jump while wearing gowns). Mira instinctually (they'd been caught having sex before, okay?) stood in front of Rumi, who was still bright red and obviously post-orgasm, and who had turned to face the door. The woman who entered stared at them for a moment, blinked, and then walked right back out. 

Rumi whined in humiliation, reaching over and turning off the water. "Miraaaa! That woman definitely knows what we just did!" She buried her face against the spot between Mira's shoulder blades, her hands laying flat on the taller girl's stomach. 

"'What we just did?' You mean that she somehow knew that you just came from me touching you, above the clothes, once?" Mira smiled smugly, her grin widening when she heard and felt the resulting groan vibrate through her dress. 

"Ugh, you're such an asshole sometimes. C'mon," Rumi pulled away from her, "I need to get cleaned up before we go back out there so I can at least retain some of my dignity for the rest of the night."

On any other night, Mira might've followed her into one of the stalls and helped clean her up, wiped down her thighs and tried to salvage what they could of her panties. 

But the eyes of the other attendees still lived fresh in her mind, and the woman entering just after Rumi had come did nothing to help with this. Besides, an idea had begun to form in her brain, and she didn't wanna wait to try it out anymore than she needed to.

She grabbed Rumi's wrist just as she made for one of the stalls. Her girlfriend turned to look at her, confused. "No," she said. "Let's get out of here."

The purple haired girl gawked at her, "Wha-Mira, we can't! We've only been here a few hours, and we're still not done talking to Eun-Tae-"

"Fuck Eun-Tae." Before Rumi could let out any further protests, Mira reached into her bra and pulled out her phone. She quickly dialed their driver's number, and pressed the phone to her ear, waiting for him to pick up. When he did, she asked him, "Hey, how close are you to the venue?"

"Hello, Miss Mira! Maybe a block away, why?"

"Can you come back over? Rumi is getting really worried about Zoey and wants to go home so we can take care of her." Rumi's mouth was agape with shock and offense. 

"Ah, how sweet! Of course, I'll be over in just a minute!"

"Perfect, thank you." Mira hung up the phone, and shoved it back in her bra. 

Rumi glared at her, "Mira! You're such an asshole!" She shook her head, "We're going to get in so much trouble if we leave now!"

"With who?"

"With Bobby, for leaving so early! With Celine, for leaving just after someone caught us after having just had sex! With Zoey, for not staying to finish talking to Eun-Tae!"

"Okay, number 1: Bobby will get over it, like usual. Number 2: pissing Celine off is funny,"

"Maybe to you!" Rumi interjected.

Mira ignored her, "And number 3..." She yanked on Rumi's wrist, causing her to stumble directly into Mira's open arms, where she tightened her hold on her. Rumi looked up, glare replaced now with startled eyes. Mira felt the corner of her mouth rise, "There are probably dozens of photos of you in this outfit already out there. The moment Zoey wakes up and sees even just one of them, I know she'll forgive us, and me especially, for leaving early."

Rumi's blush returned, redder than before. She opened her mouth to speak, but Mira looked over at the door and interrupted her, "Now let's go, the car will probably be here by the time we get out." She released her hold on her girlfriend for the most part, but the hand on her wrist lifted up to her elbow, figuring it would look less bad to tug her along like that than the former placement. She strode out of  the bathroom door, Rumi in tow, and made her way towards the exit where their car would be waiting. She was vaguely aware of Rumi waving at someone behind her, but she was too dead-set on getting out of there to think about it for too long. 

Their car was outside when they got out, just as Mira figured it would be. She swung the back door open, sending a quick wave to their driver, but before they could enter, Rumi halted. Mira looked back at her, and saw her staring at the car apprehensively. Concern took over anticipation now, and she stepped closer to her girlfriend, placing her hand on her waist to comfort her. "Hey, if you really wanna stay, we can-"

Rumi shook her head, face still red. "No, it's...it's not that. I, um...I do wanna. Go home, that is! I just..." Her eyes dropped, and she whispered, "I can't...I can't sit down in there, not like...like this."

Mira followed her gaze curiously, but saw nothing out of place. Was it her dress she was worried about? It was pretty tight, but she hadn't had any issues sitting in the car when they were leaving earlier-

Comprehension dawned on her. Mira smiled, smug and aroused. How sweet. She doesn't wanna get the seats all messy. She bent down, sliding their cheeks together as she pressed her lips to Rumi's ear. "Don't worry, darling, you can just sit on my lap. I don't mind a little mess." 

The older girl shivered, and allowed herself to be pulled into the car when Mira moved to enter it. 

On the car ride home, Rumi sat slightly askew on her lap, shifting in discomfort and embarrassment every so often. It was driving Mira insane, and she wasn't sure if Rumi was even fully aware of that.

(It was reminding her far too much for her sanity's sake of her birthday last year, when they had gotten home from the party their crew had thrown for her, and instead of heading straight to bed to have sex like she'd been wanting to do all night, her girls had shoved her into a chair and promised her "one last gift for the birthday girl". They'd turned on some music, a playlist full of songs that helped set the sensual mood. Rumi, who had been wearing a short, thin-strapped dress that hugged her just right, had straddled her, and she began to sway in an enticing, choreographed dance. 

Mira had reached out to grab her, pull her closer, but Zoey had batted her hands away. "Ah-ah, no touching. Watch her, baby, she worked so hard on this for you." She had obeyed, watching her girlfriend with rapt focus, not even looking away as Zoey began to pull her arms behind her back. She had whined, though, when she felt her wrists being bound, not because of the lack of freedom of movement, but because Zoey was using her tie, which Mira had been dying to tug on all night long, to do it. 

Rumi's dance helped her get over it. She had slid around Mira's lap, bending and pressing and grabbing and being so heartbreakingly beautiful that Mira almost cried from just getting the chance to look at her. Zoey's hands on her stomach, keeping her from pouncing up, were the only thing grounding her as she watched. 

When the dance had come to a close, Rumi had settled down on her lap, her chest heaving from exertion. She had pushed back a loose strand of purple hair behind her ear, and looked Mira in the eyes as she asked, "How was that?"

Mira had let out a choked noise of arousal as her response.

Zoey had laughed, "I think that means she liked it." She had smiled lasciviously at Rumi then, and said, "I liked it, too." She leaned forward to kiss their older girlfriend, and Mira watched, just as raptly as the dance, as they shared several hot, wet kisses. A hand drifted underneath the waistband of her panties, and Mira had jerked into it, groaning loudly. 

It had taken a mortifyingly short amount of time for her to come after that.)

Every time Rumi moved on her lap on the ride home sent a jolt of memory of that night, that dance, into her head and straight down to her center. It didn't help that she could feel the exact thing Rumi had been worried about press down on her every so often, leaving behind wet spots indicating her girlfriend's arousal. 

If they didn't get out home soon, Mira was going to take her right here in this car, driver be damned. 

Luckily, they did make it home, just before the last of Mira's sanity could be lost. She had just enough sense left in her to thank their driver, wishing him a good night, before dragging Rumi out of the car with a hand wrapped around her waist. She slammed the car door behind her with perhaps a little too much force, and stomped through the garage and into the lobby of their tower, her hand still tight around her girlfriend, who straightened up and tried to look unaffected before their security guard could see them.

He bowed in greeting and buzzed them in, waving as they entered the elevator. Mira glanced over at Rumi, who was too busy waving back at the guard to notice her pressing the floor button. Good. Then this will be a nice surprise for her. She pressed the button for her desired floor, and stood up straight again to wave at the guard as well, inconspicuously. 

When the doors to the elevator shut and they began ascending, Mira pounced on her girlfriend, kissing her with such force their teeth banged together, and shoved her into the wall. Rumi groaned into her mouth, spreading her legs open to allow Mira entrance into the gap between them, which she happily took advantage of. Their tongues, as their owners did with many things in life, warred for dominance, tangled together and probing.

(And, okay, maybe she licked up the dried blood from her lips and chin, but that was just because it happened to be where her tongue landed, okay?)

Rumi's hand grabbed Mira's arm when her hand lowered to her thigh. The other one was placed at the small of Mira's back, pressing her closer. Mira's other fist was up against the wall above Rumi's head, bracing her.

The elevator dinged open, and they stumbled out of it, Rumi dragging Mira along now. The older girl pulled back to remove her heels, but she blinked and turned around in confusion as she realized that they were not in their penthouse like she had thought, and instead had gotten off on the floor of their in-home dance studio. "Mir?"

Mira smirked, and dropped a kiss on the nape of Rumi's neck. "I just thought," another kiss, "why go all the way up to our house," kiss, "only to force ourselves," kiss, "to try and stay quiet," kiss, and Rumi gasped as her tongue peaked out and tapped her skin, "so that we don't wake up Zoey," kiss, "when we could go somewhere," kiss, "where we can be as loud," kiss, "as we want?"

Rumi's mouth gaped, her breath coming out hitched and punctuated with whining. Her hand reached behind her to hold the back of Mira's neck, "A-and you...you thought our dance studio...hah...was the-the best place to go?"

"Mhm."

"Hah...w-why?"

Mira smirked, teeth out and brushing against Rumi's skin. She bit down gently, reveling in the gasp she was rewarded with, before releasing it to reply, "You'll see." She sank down, her hands reaching to the edges of the fabric of Rumi's dress in order to peel it off of her as she did so. On the way down, she trailed reverent kisses down her sides and back, sucking a bit with each gasp.

When it was halfway off, the older girl stopped her by grabbing one of her hands. "W-wait, Mir, we should...we should actually go and check on Zo. See how she's doing."

Mira huffed, "She's probably fine. She said she was planning to sleep all night, didn't she?"

"Yeah, but-"

Mira bit down hard on a patch of skin under Rumi's shoulder blade, causing her to yelp. She released the skin and glared at her girlfriend, "Ru, she's fine. We'll check on her later. Now, if you don't let me take the rest of this dress off as delicately as I can, I will probably end up ripping it off of you, and then Zoey will never get to see you in it outside of photos. Now, do you really wanna torture our poor, sweet maknae like that, or are you gonna stop worrying and allow me to strip you?"

Rumi whined and released her hand.

"That's what I thought." She continued removing the dress from Rumi's body. Under her breath, she quipped, "Won't take too long to finish, anyways, if earlier was any indication."

"H-hey! I heard that!"

Mira laughed, before finally pulling the gown down off of her hips, which allowed it to pool around her girlfriend's feet. Huffing, Rumi stepped out of the garment, careful not to catch her foot on it. Mira grabbed it and moved it off to the side and out of the way. When she looked back again, she saw the half-demon unlatch her bra, and her mouth instinctively watered at the thought of seeing her breasts. She kicked off her own shoes, careful to do so away from the dress, and returned to Rumi's side to strip off her panties. She groaned as she saw the way the fabric clung to her girlfriend's wet center, and nearly cried out as she saw a trail of thick arousal dripping from her into the underwear. 

On instinct, she reached out and stroked a line across her folds, gathering the wetness on two fingers as Rumi moaned above her. She pulled her fingers back and stared at the mixture of cum and arousal on them, and moved them apart to watch the way the thick substance stretched between them. When the trail split and broke in two, she shoved them in her mouth, groaning at the taste. 

Rumi stared back at her with wide eyes. "M-Mira!" Her hips jolted back towards Mira, who popped the fingers out of her mouth in order to bite her girlfriend's asscheek. Rumi yelped. She released the flesh with a low chuckle, and returned to stripping off her panties. Once they were off, she stared at them, briefly (only briefly, unlike certain freaks who also lived in this house) considering licking the wet spot on them, before chucking them to the side and standing.

Rumi began to turn towards her, likely to take off her clothes as well, but Mira stopped her by lifting her up from the ground in a bridal carry. She wanted to waste no more time in executing the idea she had had earlier, and removing her own dress would do nothing to help her achieve that. She carried her over into the studio proper, turning the lights on with a quick flick of the finger, and kicked the door shut behind them. Rumi squirmed in her arms, "W-wait, but your-"

"It's fine. I'll take it off later."

"But what if it..."

Mira snorted, "If it gets ruined, so be it. Unlike you, I didn't chose to wear an insanely nice dress to a fucking networking event of all things."

And then she turned, her eyes finally landed on the very reason why she'd brought Rumi here.

The floor of their dance studio was completely surrounded in wall-to-wall mirrors, which allowed Mira the ability to keep an eye on her girls when they were practicing their choreography, so that she could see which parts they needed to go over again, rework, or sometimes scrap entirely if they just weren't working. Once she was completely satisfied by what she was watching (the moves, that is; she was always satisfied by getting to watch her girls), she would determine it ready to perform with on stage. 

Tonight, they would serve a similar purpose, although said purpose was a little less practice and a little more performance, and it was a duet instead of their usual trio. 

She made her way over to the center of the room, and placed Rumi down on the mat, leaning forward to kiss her gently. Her fingers returned to their spot between Rumi's legs, stroking her folds back and forth. The older girl cried out into her mouth, breaking the kiss to gasp for breath. She arched her back, trying to get closer, "Mira! Please, jagiya! I need you inside!"

Mira hummed, and she dipped her fingers inside just up to the cuticle of her nails before pulling them out again. "There, now you've had me inside." 

Rumi growled, her patterns flaring slightly red in irritation, "That's- that's not what I meant and you k-know it."

The taller girl laughed, and moved down Rumi's body to take one of her hardened nipples into her mouth while pinching the other with her unoccupied hand. Her girlfriend groaned, and her patterns returned to the shade of flustered pink they had been before. A hand reached over and tangled itself in Mira's hair, keeping her locking in place on her breast. She turned her gaze over to stare at the mirror on the wall, and had to bite down on the nipple in her mouth to keep from gasping at what she saw.

The image of Rumi, back arching and hips stuttering, was laid out before her. Mira could see the trail of lipstick she had left on her side (and really, when Zoey had recommended that she wear non-stain lipstick a few weeks ago, had she considered this?) and the sweat trickling onto the floor from flesh that was bright red and lined with light pink patterns. A trail of saliva was beginning to fall down her cheek from the corner of her mouth, where her lipstick had smeared. Her head had fallen back against the mat, her eyes closed in desire and fleeting pleasure. She saw herself above her, still fully dressed and yet pressed closely to her, her mouth and fingers latched around her nipples while her other hand disappeared behind Rumi's trembling legs, Rumi's tight grip locked in her hair.

It was enough to drive someone insane. But still, she needed more.

Her fingers dipped inside again, far deeper and lingering instead of fleeing this time.

Rumi froze, her back still in the air, before she shouted Mira's name, and her walls clenched as they began to spasm around her digits. Her legs clamped together, trapping Mira's hand in place to keep her from pulling away this time.

Mira felt wetness pool around her fingers, spilling out onto the knuckles and palm, and moaned at the sensation. Otherwise, she was silent as she watched her girlfriend's body jerk and stutter through her climax, mouth still wrapped around her nipple. 

Except, she wasn't watching Rumi from her spot above her; she was still watching from the side, in the reflection of the mirror.

When her body slowed its movements and her legs opened up, Mira pulled her soaked fingers out, trailing them up through the damp purple (and hadn't that been the discovery of a lifetime the first time they'd slept together) hair on Rumi's mound, and settling open-palmed on her stomach to rub it soothingly. The hand on her head fell to the floor with a dull thud. She released her grip on both of Rumi's nipples, pressing a kiss to her collarbone while her arm wrapped around Rumi's shoulders, her hand coming to rest between the blades. 

Rumi, still out of breath and with her eyes closed, reached unsteady arms up, presumably to try and grab for her dress to take it off so that she could have her turn. Mira had other plans, however, and she used her hand on her girlfriend's stomach as leverage to move her upright into a sitting position, before shifting the one on her back to turn her so that her body was facing towards the mirror. Rumi let out a confused whine, but instead of answering her unspoken question, the taller girl settled on her knees behind her, leaned forward, and whispered a command in her ear, "On your knees."

Rumi turned her head to look back at her, one golden eye peaking out under a lid, hazy with arousal. "H-huh?"

Mira's hands moved down to Rumi's muscular thighs, squeezing them roughly. "You heard me. On your knees. Or you won't get your reward tonight."

Her eye opened wider, intrigued, "R-reward?"

Mira smirked. "Mhm. Don't you wanna get to taste me, baby?" Rumi perked up and nodded frantically. "Then do as I say. Get on your knees."

Diligently and obediently, the half-demon rushed to comply with her orders. She braced her hands on the floor and shifted her legs, still shaking slightly, underneath her with a little help from Mira, who rose up onto her own knees with her. She pulled Rumi's legs apart slightly, and her breath hitched as she looked into the mirror and saw the wetness dripping down from her center and pooling onto the mat beneath her. 

Rumi, who had been looking down in order to make sure her legs wouldn't fall, turned to follow Mira's gaze. She froze in shock when she caught her reflection in the mirror, eyes wide and mouth agape. She tried to hide her face and look away, but Mira grabbed her jaw with one hand and forced her to look forward. "Ah-ah-ah, baby. No looking away. I want you to see yourself when I'm fucking you properly."

Instead of obeying her, Rumi closed her eyes, squeezing them shut tightly. Mira tutted at her, and brought her hand down on her thigh harshly. The older girl cried out, and her eyes shot open again. Mira stroked the reddening mark on her thigh softly. Meeting her eyes in the reflection, she asked, "Color?"

Panting, Rumi whimpered, "G-green..."

"Safeword?"

"Namsan."

Mira pressed a kiss to her shoulder, "Good girl." Rumi shuddered at the praise. "Now, are you going to keep your eyes for me?" The half-demon whined and nodded. Mira's hand came down on her thigh again, "Words, Rumi."

"Y-yes, ma'am." 

"Good girl," she repeated. "Stay still for a second, okay, darling?"

Rumi nodded again, "Yes, Mira."

Mira reached out, not to Rumi or anything else in the room, but beyond it, into threads invisible to all but those who were chosen by it. She used her connection to bend the threads to her will, summoning forth a long spool of glowing rope. 

(It wasn't the first time she'd ever used the Honmoon to summon something that wasn't her weapon. Far from it, in fact. They'd figured out how to do it on their second ever world tour, years ago, and had been doing it sporadically ever since. Rumi called it an irresponsible use of the Honmoon. 

But, then again, Rumi was the one to figure out how to do it in the first place, and had showed them how to do it, too.

She also didn't seem to be complaining any time they used it to summon a certain toy in bed.)

Rumi's eyes widened when she saw the rope, but before Mira could fully even ask her for her color, she was already saying, "Green! Green!"

Mira chuckled, "Alright, alright. Eager girl. Put your hands behind your back and put your wrists together for me, okay?" Rumi hastily followed her instructions. "Good girl." She wrapped the rope around Rumi's wrists, tying them together and effectively immobilizing her. Normal rope could probably snap apart from the force of the half-demon's strength, but this stuff was made from the thread of the Honmoon itself. It would take far more effort for her to break from that. 

When she felt it was secure enough around Rumi's wrists, she asked her, "Too tight?"

Her girlfriend shook her head, "No, perfect."

"Good."

"W-why did y-"

"Because," Mira interrupted, knowing what she was about to ask, "I needed you to keep your hands to yourself before I did this, and I knew you wouldn't be able to if I left you unbound." She stood up and reached behind her to where the zipper at the top of her dress was, pulling it down the length of her back.

Rumi perked up as she watched the dress peel away in the reflection of the mirror. She turned her head to watch Mira more directly, but the taller girl grabbed her head, turning it back forcefully. "Watch me through there, baby." Rumi whined, but she obeyed, watching the reflection with rapt attention as Mira removed her dress, stepping out of it and kicking it carelessly to the side. Next went her bra, and she saw Rumi's breath pick up at the sight of her smaller breasts. When Mira finally removed her underwear, rendering her completely naked, she looked back to see her girlfriend's mouth wide open, drool spilling from the side of it. 

She laughed, "See something you like?"

The older girl whimpered, her eyes locked on the reflection of the patch of dark brown hair covering her cunt, "T-taste?"

Mira cooed over her. "Not yet, baby. Later still." She chuckled sympathetically when Rumi whined, "First..." 

She pulled on the threads of the Honmoon again, this time moving them to wrap around her hips, where a glowing harness and dildo formed, already strapped into place. 

(That was a trick Zoey showed her a few months ago, cackling with triumph at having effectively summoned the toy already equipped about two seconds before she shoved it inside of Mira.)

Mira stroked the fake cock, moaning at the sensation. That was the best part of using what Zoey had affectionately called the “Honstrap”; it felt real, as though it actually was a part of whoever was wearing its body. 

(Zoey had even proposed a test once to see if whoever summoned it could feel it, even if they weren’t wearing it. It hadn’t worked, unfortunately, but Mira had given her girlfriends quite the show from riding the toy that Zoey had made, so the test was still worth it in the end.

She had apparently also been working on making it come realistically, too, cumshot and all, but hadn’t had much success so far.

When she was testing this particular technique was a bit of a mystery. She hadn’t mentioned it while fucking Mira with it, and Rumi hadn’t said anything about it, so she figured it was likely when she was playing with it by herself.

Which, y’know, was kind of unnecessary when she had two very willing fellow scientists to help her.)

She stepped partially in front of Rumi, much to the other girl’s clear surprise. She looked up at her from the floor, and Mira allowed her this one mistake, bending down to kiss her on her wet lips. When she pulled back, leaving behind a trail of spit between them, she put a hand on Rumi’s jaw, “I want you to watch yourself sucking my cock from the side now, okay baby?” Rumi nodded frantically, and her eyes snapped to look off to the side. 

A small smile tugged at Mira’s lips, and she moved her hand up to pat Rumi’s head affectionately, keeping it there as she stood back up. She grabbed her cock again, stroking it, and her own eyes moved to meet Rumi’s in the mirror off to the side.

They were wide and blown out, brown completely removed by gold and black. She could see the effort Rumi was putting into not moving her gaze back to directly in front of her.

She decided to reward that effort with the first of Rumi’s treats of the night. “Open wide, baby.”

The half-demon’s mouth opened, and Mira slid the tip inside.

They groaned in unison, Rumi at the sight of her mouth wrapped around Mira’s cock, Mira at the feeling of it. The taller girl struggled to keep her own eyes open, but she had to so that she could keep an eye on Rumi to make sure hers weren’t straying.

She thrust the toy deeper into her girlfriend’s mouth, about halfway, shivering as her tongue licked the bottom of it. The wet heat around her was overwhelming, and Mira, it seemed, was far more pent up than she had previously thought. She felt her stomach clenching in pleasure, but she fought against the orgasm rising inside her, willing herself to last longer.

She pushed the cock all the way inside now, until the tip was touching the back of Rumi’s throat. “S-shit!” Rumi swallowed around her, and Mira’s hands tangled in the top of purple hair to ground herself and to further control the speed of her upcoming thrusts. 

Mira began to move, her hips pulling the cock out of her mouth and pushing it back in again at a steady rate. Beneath her, Rumi whimpered and whined, her mouth suctioning around Mira’s cock, as her eyes stayed dutifully locked on the side mirror.  

Each bump against her throat drove Mira further into insanity, the swallowing especially maddening. She gasped for air that she wasn’t getting enough of from her exertion, interspersed between “Good girl, Rumi”s, “So good, sucking my cock so well”s, and other variations of those.

Despite her best efforts to keep it together, she lost the battle when her eyes locked with Rumi’s in the mirror, golden and intense as they always got whenever she sucked them off like this. As always, it was the knockout blow that shoved her over the edge. 

She cried out, “So fucking good!” just as something snapped inside her, driving her to thrust, frantically, over and over again in Rumi’s mouth as she rode out her orgasm. She moaned Rumi’s name repeatedly, occasionally interrupting it with the word “good”. Rumi continued to suck on her, tongue still licking along it, throat still swallowing even when the tip was barely inside it before it was out again. 

When the waves of pleasure finally drew to a close, she pulled herself out of Rumi’s mouth, shivering at the popping noise as her girlfriend’s suctioning lips released it. She looked down at her face, covered in her own saliva on the bottom half of it, and stroked her hair. She was so fucking hot, and Mira needed her now. 

Rumi’s eyes were still locked to the side, obedient and dutiful. “Did I…did I do good?”

If Mira wasn’t so absolutely infatuated with the idea of fucking her right now, she might’ve laughed. It was Rumi’s go-to question every time she sucked Mira or Zoey off, no matter how hard she’d seen them come. The answer was always a resounding “Yes”, but for some reason she still felt the need to ask each time. 

Mira was freshly post-orgasm and had a desperate need for Rumi on her cock right now, however, so she responded, “Fuck, yes, baby, so fucking good. Fucking perfect, perfect mouth, perfect tongue, perfect throat.” She stroked Rumi’s hair as she spoke.

She let go just afterwards, however, moving to circle around behind her girlfriend now. “Perfect girl, I need you now, need to be inside of you. Face forward for me, baby.” She picked up Rumi’s bound wrists and ducked underneath them, sliding into place behind her. She peered over her shoulder and saw that Rumi had obeyed her, her gaze now locked forward at the mirror in front of them. 

She took a moment to stare at her, taking in her beauty. She watched her chest heave, breasts rising and falling with each breath. The patterns along her body shimmered brilliantly, and she traced along them with her fingers, smiling as Rumi's breath hitched at the sensation. She could see the effort the older girl was putting into staring directly ahead, fighting against the instinct to close her eyes. It made Mira's chest well with pride for her. 

She kissed Rumi's throat, sucking on the skin, before pulling back and whispering, "Good girl, good girl. You're doing so well at following my instructions, baby." Rumi whimpered at the praise, her eyes shimmering in the reflection. Mira's eyes dropped to her stomach, where she could see the muscles clenching tightly. She moved her fingers across her abs, groaning in delight at the feeling of them. Rumi's mouth, still agape and panting, rose at the corners in a small, teasing smile.

"Like my...my abs?"

Mira smiled back, "I do, yes. But, there's one part of you I like even more." Her eyes dropped to the patch of purple, and her fingers dipped down beneath her stomach, past her waist, and over her mound. Rumi's smile dropped as she groaned. "Hm, I'd love to touch you again, but I need you so badly right now, baby. Can I have you?"

Rumi nodded desperately, "Yes, yes, please!"

Mira grabbed her cock, stroking it as she moved it into position just below Rumi's dripping center. They both moaned at the first touch of the toy against her folds, Rumi's eyes nearly fluttering shut, and Mira having to brace herself by dropping her head to shoulder. When she actually pushed inside, the older girl's eyes did close. They snapped open again when Mira slapped her thigh. "No, baby, eyes open for me, okay?"

"Yes, M-Mira," Rumi whimpered. "Please, I-I need you."

Any other night, the younger girl might've taken the time to tease her a bit more, but tonight, she needed Rumi badly, too. She nodded, "Okay, baby, here we go." Her hands grabbed Rumi's sides, and she pulled her down just as she thrust up, slowly and carefully, hissing at the feeling of her fluttering walls around her the entire way. When she finally bottomed out, and they were hip to hip, she took a second to enjoy her warmth and wetness. 

Rumi wasn't having it, however. She whined, loud and needy, and thrust her hips back into Mira's. 

The taller girl took the hint. She began to move, starting slow and deliberate at first, before quickly speeding up into a far more brutal pace. Behind her, knotted wrists pressed down on her back, keeping her there. 

The whole time, her eyes watched Rumi in the mirror. She watched her tits bouncing up and down with each thrust, watched her legs shake with effort, watched her stomach clench in pleasure. She saw the spit dribbling down her cheek and the tears forming in her golden eyes, still dutifully locked on her reflection. She stared at her patterns, flaring bright, and her center, taking Mira over and over again. 

Rumi was beautiful, one of the two most gorgeous people on this entire planet, and Mira was getting to watch her while she was like this. 

Only one other person got to see this, only one other person got the privilege of watching her fall apart like this. None of those people out there would ever get to look at her like this, no matter how much they had seen of her tonight.

The thought made her chest clench uncomfortably, and a different heat pooled in her stomach. 

She was speaking before she even knew what she was saying, "Yeah, yeah, look at you. So pretty and perfect and mine." Rumi's eyes snapped to hers in surprise, but she pushed down on her sides, willing her to look back at herself, which, like a good girl, she did. "Look at you," she repeated, her teeth now gritting together, "They can-they can stare at you all they want out there, when you're wearing those nice dresses that show off this-" Mira's hand moved to her back, stroking it up and down. "But they don't really get to see. They don't get to watch you like this."

Rumi stuttered, her voice breathless and high, and the tears started to spill out, "M-Mira, I-wha-" 

Mira growled, lost in her thoughts, "They'll never see you wet for them, clenching around their cocks." She thrust directly into a spot she knew drove Rumi wild, just to emphasize her point, reveling in listening to her noises. "They'll never get to watch you struggle to breath while they fuck you senseless. They'll never see these perfect tits," she grabbed one, squeezing it and pinching the nipple, "bouncing up and down, or those nipples hard and perked up for them. They'll never see you so lost, so absolutely fucking gone for them that you start drooling and crying." She swiped a thumb across Rumi's bright red cheek, right where the streams of her tears and spit met, gathering it up and popping it into her mouth, groaning at the salty taste. 

The older girl gasped for breath, overwhelmed with pleasure and the words Mira was saying to her. "M-Mira, please, I-I need you-"

Mira bit her ear, "Yeah? You need me? Hah-" Her face contorted with pleasure, and she was unsure of how much longer she would last. "Th-they listen to that pretty voice of yours all the time, but they'll never get to hear you say that. Never hear you call their name out, or cry out because of how good they feel inside you." 

Her hands brushed along her sides, and over her abs. She continued on, never losing steam, "They'll never feel you clenching around them, so tight it's hard to move. They'll never feel just how soft your skin is, especially when it's drenched in your sweat and our cum." Rumi whined loudly at the thought. "They'll never feel your lips on theirs, or wrapped around their cocks, or your tongue licking their bodies, tasting inside of them."

She licked Rumi's cheek, tasting her tears and saliva more directly now, and groaned again. "They'll never taste your tears, or your mouth." She licked her wet, trembling throat. "Or your sweat." She reached down and gathered the mixture of arousal and cum spilling from the half-demon's center, and popped her fingers in her mouth, moaning at the taste. "Or your cum," she said, lips still wrapped around her fingers. She took them out of her mouth and brought them to trace along Rumi's collarbone, leaving behind a wet trail of Mira's saliva and her slick.

It shone wonderfully against the patterns underneath it. Mira pressed her nose to the juncture where her shoulders met her neck, and sniffed, long and hard, reveling in the scent of Rumi's lavender perfume, and her jasmine shampoo, and the eucalyptus body cream she used before they went out somewhere, and her sweat. If she could capture this scent in a body, she would in an instant (actually, they did know some perfumers from certain brand deals they'd done in the past, so technically she could recreate it, it's just...). Her eyes fluttered, "They'll never get to smell you, not like this, never like this."

Rumi was beyond words at this point, so lost was she in this pleasure. The only things that streamed from her mouth at this point were her breathless cries and the saliva on her cheek.

But Mira needed her to use her words, and she would get her to speak. 

She grabbed both of the older girl's breasts, and pressed her own cheek to Rumi's wet one. She met her eyes in the mirror again, glistening and glowing. "All of it, they'll never get to have any of it. They grab what they can, take pictures of your arms and your legs and your back," she grunted as Rumi's walls clenched tightly, "but they'll never get this. Only me. Only Zo. It's just for the two of us. Only ours. Only ours. Only ours."

Rumi cried out, but she did not speak.

Mira was desperate, her voice rising in pitch, "Say it! Say it, baby! Who gets all that? Who gets to watch you, to hear you, to feel you, to taste you, to smell you?" A whimper. "Who gets that? Who gets it? Who gets you? Who owns you?"

Rumi let out a strangled cry, but finally, she managed words, "Y-you! You and Zoey! Only you! Only Zoey! Only yours! Onl-shit!" Her walls tightened around Mira's cock, a vice grip locking her in place, and her body shuddered as her climax hit her. "F-fuck!"

Her words, and the feeling of her tightness, sent Mira tumbling over the edge after her, shouting "Rumi!" over and over as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her body.

She tried to thrust, to maybe ride out the orgasm, but Rumi was holding onto her far too strong for her to do so other than a few short grinds. 

Throughout it all, Rumi's eyes remained open, still staring at her and Mira's reflections in the mirror. Mira would have to reward her for that, after this. 

Eventually, their breaths slowed, and their spasming bodies calmed down. She stroked her girlfriend's stomach, soothing and sweet. "So good for me, so good, baby." She reached behind her, and dissipated the rope binding Rumi's wrists. Instantly, she felt her hands grab at her to pull her closer. She kissed her ear. "My perfect girl, you did so well. Do you want your reward now?"

Rumi whined, nodding. 

"Okay, baby, you got it." Slowly, she pulled out of Rumi, hissing at the grind of her walls on the way out. When she was fully out, Rumi cried out in despair. She dismissed the toy, and pulled Rumi close, stroking her sides soothingly, "It's okay, baby, it's okay. I've got you." She pressed a kiss into her shoulder. "You can look away now, darling. It's time for your reward." 

Rumi turned in her arms, suddenly filled with energy, and pushed her to the floor. Mira laughed, startled, but allowed her to do so. In an instant, Rumi's mouth was on her, tongue licking into her, tasting. She groaned, "Good girl, so eager, so good!" Her hand tangled in a mess of purple hair, gripping it tightly, "Good girl, eat up, now."

When Rumi's nose bumped against her clit, she shivered, reminded of her usual limit of two orgasms a night. This one would be pushing it a bit, and she knew that, unfortunately, she wouldn't last much longer before it hit. She stroked her girlfriend's hair, "Alright, baby, so good, so good-" Her back arched in pleasure, and her walls clamped around Rumi's tongue. It was a shorter one, tapering off much quicker than the last two had, and it took the last bit of energy in her body from her. She slumped to the floor, her chest heaving, and her hips jolting a bit as Rumi continued to press little kitten licks into her folds. 

After a minute or two, she slid her way up Mira's body, laying against one of her outstretched arms, and wrapping one of her own across Mira's stomach. For a moment, they laid there, enjoying the press of each other's bare skin. 

Rumi looked up, "Was-was I good?"

Mira kissed the top of her head, "So good. Perfect, even." Rumi beamed with pride, and Mira stroked her back affectionately. "How was I?"

"Mmm, wonderful. You were incredible."

"Even the, uh...y'know?" Rumi looked up at her curiously. "The-the owning you stuff, near the end there?"

Rumi blinked. "Oh. Yeah, obviously."

"Wh-what do you mean 'obviously'?" 

The older girl lifted herself up on shaky arms. "Mira. Did we not just have an entire discussion about this a few weeks ago?" She gestured to the mark on Mira's hip. 

"Well, yeah, but...I just wanna be sure that, like...it wasn't too much, y'know?" 

Rumi laughed breathlessly, kissing Mira's shoulder, "It was perfect. I loved it. No more lies, right?"

Mira raised a brow, "Yeah?"

"Great, then it was especially perfect because it was all true." She shrugged happily. "I do belong to you and Zoey."

It knocked the wind out of her, to say the least. "Jesus, Ru." Mira kissed her firmly, her hand drifting towards Rumi's hip, but before it got much further, Rumi grabbed her hand. 

"I don't think I could really go for another round, baby, sorry." 

Mira smiled, "No, it's fine. You're all good." She kissed her again, gentler this time. When she pulled back, she took a few seconds to look in her girlfriend's eyes, watching the way they slowly faded from gold to their usual gorgeous brown. 

A thought entered her mind unbidden, though. "Hey, uh, what was up with the dress?" Another curious look. "You don't usually wear stuff like that, is all. Not that I'm complaining really, it's just, not your usual style. Showing off all that skin..."

Rumi froze. Oh. So this was a thing.

She squinted, "Rumi..."

The older girl scratched her jaw, looking down, still not answering.

"Rumi..."

Rumi sighed, "Fine. It's just...I bought the dress a while ago, because I saw it and I just thought that, uh, that you and Zo would like it on me." She was bright red.

Mira was confused, "Okay?"

The half-demon continued, "And I was planning on wearing it tonight originally, but then Zoey got sick-" Mira winced; they really should check on their girlfriend and make sure she was okay soon. "And I was going to change to wear something different, but then earlier tonight, I thought about...about uh, people seeing me wearing it, and you seeing people seeing me in it...and I, uh, decided to put it on."

The words took a second to fully process. "Rumi...are you saying that this whole thing was planned?"

"N-not this whole thing. I didn't think you'd make me watch myself in a mirror, y'know?"

Mira pressed onward, her mouth agape, "You...you wanted me-me and Zoey to get jealous and drag you home to fuck you?"

Rumi paused. "M-maybe?"

A sudden wave of need overcame Mira, and she grabbed Rumi's hip again, rolling on top of her. She pressed two fingers against her clit, grinning when her girlfriend gasped, "Oh, you're just perfect, aren't you?"

Rumi whined at the praise, but she squirmed her hips away from Mira's hands, "I'm-I'm serious, Mir, I really can't do another round, I'm so fucking sensitive right now."

For some reason, that did nothing to calm Mira's need. If anything, it strangely excited it further. 

But still, Rumi was adamant she couldn't take anymore, and she wasn't gonna push her. 

She pulled her hands away. "Alright." Slowly, she rose to her feet, and reached a hand down to help Rumi up, too. 

Suddenly, Rumi's head snapped to look at the door. Mira, who was gathering her clothes off the floor, turned to look at her. "What?"

Rumi stared, but after a few seconds she shook her head, "Nothing. I just...thought I heard something." She began walking slowly towards the door, Mira trailing behind her as backup.

When they pushed the door open, however, they saw nothing out of the ordinary. Rumi blinked. "Huh. Guess it was nothing."

The taller girl patted her shoulder. "C'mon, let's get upstairs, I think you might just be tired. We'll check on Zo, take a shower, and then go to bed."

Rumi was silent for a few moments, but eventually she nodded. "Alright." She gathered her own clothes up, and they made their way to the elevator. 

Once they were on their floor, walked straight to Zoey's room, opening the door a bit to look in on her. They saw her laying in the mess of her sheets, face down and breathing steadily. Despite their state of undress and exhaustion, they took a minute or so to watch her as she slept. When they were satisfied that she was alive and well and still their wonderful maknae, they closed the door and retreated to take a shower in Rumi's bathroom.

In the morning, Mira woke up feeling sore and satisfied. 

Unfortunately, her bed was empty besides her. 

Pouting, Mira sat up and stretched, trying to relieve some of the soreness from her body. She got up from the bed, and picked up a tank top and sleep shorts from one of her dresser drawers (she wasn't entirely sure whose tank top it was, but she was pretty sure the shorts belonged to Rumi) and put them on before leaving the room in search of her missing bed mate.

She found her in the kitchen, wearing a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, humming happily as she cooked something on the stove. Her other girlfriend was also in the kitchen, sitting at the island, dressed in a t-shirt and boxers, and munching away at a bowl of sugary cereal. 

Mira grinned at the sight of them. 

She padded her way into the room, waving when two heads turned to look at her. "Good morning, my loves." She pressed a kiss to Zoey's cheek and leaned across the island, where Rumi stretched over and met her halfway for a kiss on the lips. 

"Good morning, jagiya," Rumi said, smiling, shutting the stove off.

Zoey grumbled, "Wait, where's my kiss?"

Mira rubbed her back, "I just gave you one, baby."

"Not a proper one." The maknae sat back with a huff, crossing her arms. "I'm just saying, I'm feeling better now, so y'know, you could include me in certain activities again."

Mira shared confused smiles with Rumi over the strange phrasing, but she shrugged. Zoey did look much better than she had yesterday. "Alright, Zo, I'm sorry. Here." She leaned down, pressing a sweet kiss to her girlfriend's lips. Her smile grew as the younger girl squealed in delight against her lips, and pulled her in closer. 

When she pulled away, Zoey was grinning ear to ear. "All better!"

Across the kitchen island, Rumi pouted. "All better?"

Zoey brightened, and gasped, "You're right!" She hopped up onto the chair she was sitting on and leaned over to drag Rumi across it in order to kiss her. Only Mira's quick reflexes and familiarity with their antics allowed her to move the bowl of cereal away in time to not get knocked over. 

After their kiss ended, Rumi looked dazed, while Zoey giggled, sitting back in her chair and grabbing her cereal back over to continue eating. 

Mira rolled her eyes, "Brat."

Zoey swallowed her spoonful and stared at both of them, a confusingly amused expression growing on her face. "So, uh-"

Mira's phone ringing in her pocket interrupted whatever she was about to say.

The amusement didn't go away. In fact, it made her more amused. "There it is. I was wondering if he'd called yet."

Mira looked at Rumi, who seemed equally confused. "Do...do you know what this call is about?"

Zoey's eyes widened a bit in surprise. "Oh! So you guys haven't checked Twitter yet, huh?"

Rumi stared at her, "What's going on on Twitter?"

Zoey shook her head, "Oh, y'know...stuff." She nodded her head at Mira, smirking, "Answer the phone, Mimi. Don't wanna keep Bobby waiting."

The two older girls braced themselves at that. Mira pulled out the phone, and hit answer. "Hey, Bobby-"

"Mira."

"...Bobby."

"Mira."

"Bobby."

"Zoey!" Zoey chimed in. 

"Hi, Zoey, how are you feeling?" Bobby asked.

"Oh! So much better!"

"That's good. I'm assuming you know what happened already?"

"Oh, of course. I stared at the pictures for like, three hours last night, and then another two this morning."

"Well, that's more than I needed to know. But congrats on not being involved in this one again."

"I know! Two scandals in just a few months that had nothing to do with me! I'm on a roll!"

"Wait, wait, wait," Rumi interrupted their conversation, holding a hand up in the air as if to say "stop". "First of all, hi Bobby."

"Hi, Rumi." His tone was more scolding towards her. 

She winced. "Second of all, what scandal did Mira and I cause now?"

Zoey laughed, "Oh, I got this one, Bobby." She propped her head up on her head and smirked at them both, "So, people definitely saw you," she looked at Mira, "dragging Rumi out of the event last night, and now the internet is freaking out a bit."

Mira blinked, "Oh."

Rumi blushed. "Oh." 

Zoey grinned. "Mhm."

The oldest girl stared at her, baffled, "Wh-why do you seem so, like, smug about all this? Beyond the fact you're not involved in starting this one."

Zoey opened her mouth to speak, but she paused, glancing over at Mira's phone. She thought for a second, before she reached over, her finger hovering above the button to end the call. "Hey, Bobby, I think I got this whole thing covered. Don't worry about lecturing them over this. I have a whole talking-to prepared already."

Bobby groaned, "Yeah, but is it a PR appropriate talking-to?"

Zoey smiled, "When have the PR appropriate talking-to's ever worked?"

There was a moment of silence at the other end of the call. "You make a good point. Alright. I'll leave you to it."

"Thanks, Bobby! Love ya!" She hung up the phone, and sat back in her chair, turning to look at her now-apprehensive looking girlfriends. 

She held up a finger, "Okay, so, number one!" She paused, and her shoulders slumped a bit. "I'm a little jealous, and this feels a bit like payback."

Rumi cooed, "Oh, baby!" She circled the island to reach Zoey, wrapping her in her arms. The sight of them together lessened the tension in Mira a little. 

Still, "Jealous? Of what, babygirl?" 

Zoey pouted, "Of you dragging Rumi around like that!" They looked at her, surprised. "What? Can't a girl wanna be dragged around by her partners?"

"Well, yeah, but...you're not jealous of us..."

"What, having sex without me? Girls, we've been having sex one-on-one with each other for two years now. Like that bothers me at this point." She rolled her eyes. 

"I just wanted to make sure!"

Zoey smiled again. "Well, thank you, but the only things I'm jealous of are Rumi getting pulled around like that and you getting to see Rumi in that dress in person." She smirked, "Besides, well..." Her gaze flickered between both of them.

Rumi registered what she meant first, and she stared at Zoey, her mouth agape, "That was you?" 

"Duh. Who else was in this tower last night while you two were fucking in our dance studio?"

Mira stared, too. "Did you...did you watch us?" The idea was strangely exciting.

"Not really. I mean, kinda? I caught the ending bit, y'know, when Rumi said she was ours, and then went down on you. But nothing else. I mostly just wanted to see what you had summoned from the Honmoon and knew you were nearby. Kinda got myself out of breath by using the stairs to look for you instead of the elevator, so I was a bit winded by the time I made it down, and then I had my breath stolen from me by what I saw." She rubbed her head sheepishly. "Sorry. If that, uh, wasn't cool."

Rumi blinked at her, and kissed her. When she pulled back, Zoey was breathless yet again. "It was very cool. Very, very cool with me."

Mira nodded, "Super cool."

Zoey giggled, "Cool." They laughed together. Zoey shot up, "Wait!" She held up two fingers, "Two!"

Oh, right. The talking-to. 

"I am actually a bit mad about you guys just abandoning Eun-Tae. I was really counting on you to figure things out with him for me since I couldn't be there!"

Rumi bowed her head, "Sorry, baby, I was going to! But then-"

Zoey glared, "Don't you dare try and say Mira dragging you away as your excuse. I was there last night, remember? I heard you admit that you were always planning to be dragged out of there by at least one of us."

Rumi blushed and grimaced, rubbing the back of her neck. Mira raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Would you have dragged her off if I wasn't there?"

Zoey thought about it. "Um, probably not. But, you know, I would've done something! I probably would still be pretty jealous, too!"

"What would you have done?" Rumi asked, genuinely interested, for reasons Mira could tell were probably related to sex. 

Zoey considered the question for a few seconds. "Oh. I, uh, would've fucked you in the bathroom. I don't know if I would've bothered bringing you home." She looked down. "Hm. I guess I just don't have that same angry jealous energy you guys have."

Rumi nodded, "Hey, that's fine. As long as you're cool with us being the angry jealous ones?"

Zoey snorted, "Very cool. Super cool."

Mira rolled her eyes. "What's three?"

"How did you know there was a three?" Zoey asked. 

"I felt it in my bones."

"They are very good bones. Three!" Zoey raised three fingers, grinning, "I am actually very smug about the whole thing with you guys being the first to start this scandal." A fourth finger joined the three already up, "And four?" She looked them both over with eyes suddenly filled with heat, "You guys looked hot in those photos, and as much as everyone else gets to look at them online, I got to watch the aftermath.

"Plus, at the end of the day, while you guys came home to fuck one another," Zoey grabbed Mira by the front of her shirt, and dragged both her and Rumi closer to her. She smirked when they started blushing. "You also came home to me. I get to have both of you. So, yes, I am a bit smug about that." She dragged them even closer, "Anything to say about that?"

Oh, Mira had a lot to say about that. So did Rumi, if the way she was biting her lip was any indication. 

Zoey giggled, "Say it then."

They very much intended to.

(Zoey stared at the snacks laid out in front of her on the shelf. "Hm, I don't know. I'm just not feeling any of them today. You?"

Mira shook her head. "Nope. Nothing stands out to me either."

"Huh, weird. I thought I was so hungry when we left the tower earlier." She turned to look at her girlfriend. "Maybe it was the wrong kind of hunger we were thinking of, eh?" She nudged the taller girl with her elbow.

Mira looked down at her, scrutinizing. She was so adorable right now, playful and energetic, her eyes wide and waiting for Mira to respond to her joke. She wanted to eat her. 

Huh. Guess it really was the wrong kind of hunger.

She picked Zoey up, lifting her by the back of her thighs.

"Woah! What are-"

"You said you wanted me to drag you around more. I'm dragging you around more."

"This is more carrying than dragging. But, uh, heheh, not that I mind it. Carry away.")