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In all honesty, Zoey had never intended to take their little game so far. She had started off with the intention of being so nice to Mira, really! But Mira was just too enticing when she was squirming, trying desperately to keep her usual composure.

It had started, as many things did with the two of them, with a bet. The previous week, Rumi had been extremely locked in on the administrative work she needed to get done, and Zoey and Mira had both been languishing under the lack of attention from their girlfriend. So Zoey proposed a simple contest: whoever could get Rumi to wrap her work up for the day first would get to do whatever they wanted to the other for a whole day.

Mira had been far from easy competition, of course. She was incredibly gorgeous and knew how to use it, but there was a fundamental flaw in her plan to seduce the singer away from her work: Rumi had a lot of experience of staying focused when faced with her girlfriends’ beauty. And horniness. She did it daily, after all. To get her to leave her work behind, Zoey would have to use a different tactic.

And to be fair, Zoey definitely did have maknae privilege. Rumi was older than Mira and Zoey (though not by much) and loved to take care of them both, but there was a soft spot for the youngest in her heart. 

Zoey had hit her with a ferocious pout first, to soften her up. “Please, unnie, come spend some time with us,” she’d whined, making her eyes as big and watery as possible. “I need your vote on what to watch for movie night or Mira’s gonna make me watch another horror movie. Please, unnie?”

When she had skipped back into their living room with Rumi in tow, maybe she had given Mira a victorious smirk that made the taller girl roll her eyes. Who’s to say, really. 

When they had been getting ready for bed after Rumi had fallen asleep, tuckered out from all the work she’d done that day, Zoey had nudged Mira’s shoulder with her own and wiggled her brows teasingly. “Ready to do whatever I want for a day, sweetheart?” she asked after spitting her toothpaste out into the sink.

Mira did the same, taking her time before replying. “Of course, babe. But you know I can give as good as I get, so keep that in mind.”

Zoey chuckled. “Counting on it, gorgeous.”

She decided to cash in her prize by making Mira wear a remote controlled vibrator during their press day. And again, she was planning to be nice! She had intended to leave it off during their interviews and only turn it on in the car or when they were alone, mostly just wanting to torture Mira with anticipation and the embarrased exhilaration of being so naughty in public. 

But she hadn’t been able to help turning it on for just a second during their first interview, and when she saw how Mira’s face had frozen and her thighs had squeezed together subtly, Zoey was hooked. Which brought them to where they were now, Mira clutching Zoey’s arm so hard her fingernails were nearly drawing blood while she laughed tightly at whatever bad joke the interviewer had just made. 

They were on their fourth schedule of the day, and Mira had been tortured nearly nonstop since the morning. But Zoey had given her a break when they did an interview where they played with puppies! The babies were too innocent to see that.

Zoey hadn’t let Mira come, of course. Surprisingly, Mira was loud when she came. She always let out the sweetest whiny sounds. And as much as Zoey loved to hear them, she had no intention of letting them actually get caught and she wasn’t sure if Mira could keep it together enough to come quietly. 

She had considered squirreling Mira away into a bathroom or closet or even their dressing room to let her poor girlfriend come, but they had been going nonstop. Even in the car, Bobby was there, and they were surrounded by staff at literally all times. 

Sure, Zoey probably could’ve found a way, but the sadistic part of her loved to torture Mira with pleasure that was never quite enough. The dancer’s thighs were trembling, her palms were sweating, and every so often her hips twitched subtly forward into the gentle vibration tormenting her. Zoey eyed her, watching carefully so she could stop right when Mira was on that sweet, painful edge.

Mira reached out with shaky hands to grab the bottle of water in front of her, lifting it up to her lips to drink. Zoey, overcome by a devilish urge, cranked the speed of the vibe up with her phone in her pocket just as Mira went to take a sip. Mira’s hand jerked hard, the water spilling all over her front as she moaned. Shit, too far, then, Zoey thought to herself, even as she felt heat pool between her legs at the helpless reaction. Luckily it all happened so fast that the sound was easily passed off as a reaction to the cold water. 

“Are you okay, Mira-ssi?” the interviewer asked worriedly. Rumi looked just as concerned on Mira’s other side, rubbing the dancer’s back in a motion she clearly intended to be soothing but was probably having a different effect on their sensitive girlfriend.

Zoey turned the toy off, knowing Mira must be incredibly close to coming based on how tense her body was. Mira whimpered again, slapping a hand over her mouth at the involuntary noise. 

Rumi’s eyes narrowed. Oh no. There was no way the leader hadn’t clocked the sound for exactly what it was. After all, Rumi was definitely more than familiar with how Mira sounded when she was getting fucked. 

“I’m sorry,” Rumi said to the interviewer with a practiced smile, easily guiding the attention back onto her. “I don’t think Mira is feeling too well. Do you think we can end the interview here?”

“Of course, Rumi-ssi,” the interviewer replied. “I hope she feels better.”

Rumi smiled warmly at her as she pulled Mira up off the couch, wrapping an arm around the taller girl’s waist in a movement that looked like a gentle attempt to comfort her ailing friend. Zoey knew that it wasn’t just that, though. She was close enough to see Rumi’s nails digging into Mira’s side, and though she couldn’t hear the words the singer whispered into their girlfriend’s ear, based on how Mira blanched it probably wasn’t anything nice. Hopefully the sudden paleness helped sell their story about how she wasn’t feeling well.

They had elected to leave Rumi out of this game because Zoey had known that she wouldn’t take to the idea well. Rumi was so media trained it was almost terrifying, and she would immediately shut down any proposal for play that would put their image at risk. Especially after the debacle of their public ‘breakup’ at last year’s Idol Awards. To be fair, it wasn’t really the desire to keep up their fame or success that made Rumi so averse to risking their image; Zoey knew that she was driven by a desire to protect all three of them from the vitriol and hatred and media shitstorm that arose after any type of scandal in their industry. It was one of the many ways she took care of them.

As soon as they stepped off the set, they were surrounded by concerned staff checking on Mira. Rumi shooed them all away gently, insisting that she just needed some rest. Luckily this was their last schedule of the day, so nobody protested Rumi’s suggestion that they just head home early. 

The car ride back was silent save for Bobby’s nervous chatting. Even their manager could sense the displeased energy radiating from Rumi, though he had no idea what was causing it.

The singer’s arm had shifted from its possessive hold of Mira’s waist to grip the dancer’s thigh tightly. It was clear to Zoey that the hold was a threat, an unspoken command to behave, a forewarning of what would come when they got home. 

Since the cat was out of the bag now, Zoey figured she might as well have some fun. She openly grabbed her phone out of her pocket, the controls for the vibrator clearly visible on the screen. She turned the power up and switched on a pulsing pattern, smirking at Mira’s choked noise. The dancer turned towards Rumi, hiding her face in the purple-haired woman’s neck.

“Are you sure you’re alright, Mira?” Bobby asked from the front seat, turning around to look back at them. Mira stuck out a thumbs up from her hiding place, her hand shaking lightly.

Zoey chuckled, turning the vibe off again when Mira tensed up just a bit too much. Mira whined low and long into Rumi’s neck. For her part, Rumi just turned to whisper in Mira’s ear again. Whatever she said made Mira’s whole body tremble.

Zoey played with Mira for the rest of the drive (and it wasn’t a short drive, their last schedule had been clear across the city from their apartment), drinking in every pathetic sound and shudder. By the time they got there, Mira was nearly in tears, her face matching the color of her hair. Zoey turned the vibe down to a low buzz, enough to keep Mira warm and wanting but still functional. 

Bobby sent them off with a warm smile and a heartfelt “Feel better soon!” directed at Mira. They all waved goodbye to him and made their way to the elevator, Mira on wobbly legs. 

Now that it was just them, Rumi stopped trying to control her patterns, and they shifted from their default iridescence to a dark purplish-red. They might be in more trouble than Zoey thought. She went to speak, to crack a joke, only to be stopped by a raised hand from Rumi. “Don’t,” the singer growled, glaring. Zoey nodded immediately, gulping. 

When they reached the apartment, Rumi dragged Mira into their bedroom, Zoey trailing behind them nervously.

Mira was still a mess, mostly being held up by Rumi’s tight grip around her waist. She looked absolutely blind to anything but the vibrator between her legs, leaning heavily against Rumi’s chest and mouthing at the neck of the leader’s shirt. 

“I know this was your idea, Zoey,” Rumi said lowly. “What were you thinking? What if you got caught? You know Mira gets loud.”

“I know!” Zoey defended herself. “That’s why I didn’t let her come. We weren’t gonna get caught, Ru, I had it under control.”

Rumi glared harder. “You didn’t tell me because you knew it was a bad idea.”

“Yeah,” Zoey admitted easily. “But look how pretty she is! Doesn’t it just make you want to be so mean to her?”

Zoey tried to pull Mira away from Rumi so the singer could get a good look at her face, but she only clung tighter, leaning more heavily and digging her face further into Rumi’s collar. 

“Not the point, Zo,” Rumi grumbled, still radiating annoyance. “You could have gotten us in real trouble. And you,” she said, pulling Mira off her with ease by one of her long pigtails, “you’re—god, you’re gone, aren’t you, gorgeous?” Her tone changed as soon as she got a look at Mira’s face, unable to resist teasing their edged out girlfriend. There was a hint of awe there too, disbelief that she got to see Mira so soft and open. Zoey clocked it easily because she felt the exact same thing.

Rumi cleared her throat, shaking her head lightly as though to shake off the haze of arousal that had clouded over her anger. “But still, you’re at fault here too. I know it was Zo’s idea, but you agreed to it, didn’t you? Didn’t you?” she repeated with another tug of Mira’s hair when the taller girl didn’t react. 

Mira nodded. “S-sounded fun,” she slurred. “N-not as f-fun as I th-thought. Please l-let me come, Zo.” She turned her head towards Zoey as she begged, but Rumi grabbed her jaw and wrenched her face back.

“Don’t look at her,” Rumi said. “She’s not in charge anymore. I am. Since apparently the two of you can’t be trusted to make good decisions by yourselves.”

Uh oh. Rumi wasn’t a pillow princess by any means, but she didn’t usually push so hard to be the one behind the wheel. She must be really irritated with them. Zoey felt a pang of guilt for how this must have stressed Rumi out, but it was quickly swallowed by the wave of arousal she felt when Rumi pulled Mira into a hungry kiss. 

Zoey was almost salivating as she watched their lips slide together, Rumi licking into Mira’s slack mouth, practically devouring her. It was short, Rumi quickly pulling away and ignoring how Mira chased after her mouth. 

“It’s a vibrator, right? Controlled by your phone?” Rumi asked. It took Zoey a minute to process that Rumi was speaking to her, her brain still stalled on watching her two drop-dead gorgeous girlfriends making out. 

“Yeah,” she rushed out when her mind caught up. “Controlled from my phone.”

Rumi nodded. “Turn it off and give it to me,” she said, reaching a hand out. Zoey did as she was told then dropped her phone into Rumi’s hand without hesitation.

Rumi pulled Mira to the bed, shoving her down onto it on her back, but when Zoey went to follow she was stopped with a fierce glare. “You don’t get to be on the bed. Sit in the chair over there,” the older girl instructed, nodding towards the armchair in the corner.

Zoey froze. This wasn’t at all what she had seen happening when she started this game. “But… why?” she asked petulantly, pouting at Rumi.

“Because, baby, this is a punishment,” Rumi said seriously, still standing at the foot of the bed over Mira’s seated form. “You wanted to play with Mira so badly that you were willing to risk our reputation to do it, so now you don’t get to. You get to sit there without touching and watch me do it.”

Zoey was actually shocked. “You are not seriously putting me in the cuck chair right now,” she mumbled in disbelief. Still, she obediently walked over to the chair and sat down, watching Mira and Rumi with hungry eyes.

Even in her fucked out state, Mira laughed as Zoey got put in timeout, pushing herself up onto her elbows to stare. Her laughter didn’t last long, though, because Rumi quickly turned her ire Mira’s way. 

“I wouldn’t laugh at her, Mira. You’re not off the hook either,” Rumi growled. “You need to learn your lesson too. You were so desperate to come that you started moaning in the middle of an interview like a pretty little bitch in heat, so now you have to make a choice; you either get to come as many times as I want or you don’t get to come at all.”

Zoey was sure she was drooling. Rumi had never talked like this before, but something about them getting naughty while they were in work mode had activated HUNTR/X-Hunter-Leader Rumi in a whole new way. She had all the authority, the easy confidence, and the unspoken expectation Mira and Zoey would defer to her as she did when they were working or fighting, but trained on them in a way that made Zoey ache.

And defer to her they did. Mira didn’t even fight like she normally would at first, too caught up in Rumi’s spell. All she did was gape at the older girl silently, mouth dropping open. Years of listening to Rumi whenever she used her leader voice meant Mira practically obeyed on instinct.

“Not fair,” Mira finally mumbled after composing herself. A few minutes without the toy keeping her desperate and dripping had evidently done wonders for her brainpower. “It was Zo’s idea, she won a bet! I had to do whatever she said today. I’m an innocent victim,” she tried, collapsing onto her back and staring up at Rumi with big, watery eyes. Not many got to see the power of a pouty Mira, but it was truly devastating. 

“Traitor,” Zoey grumbled from her corner. To be fair, though, when she had proposed this in the morning, Mira had said point blank that she was blaming Zoey if they got caught.

Unfortunately, even Mira’s best pout was no match against a stubborn Rumi who already had her mind made up.

Rumi snorted, putting one knee on the bed squarely in between Mira’s legs to stop the taller girl from rubbing her thighs together in search of relief. “Please, love, we both know if you don’t want to do something, there’s no way to make you. And if you had said no Zo would’ve listened and you knew that.”

Mira had no comeback to that, only groaning quietly. Rumi stared at her for a moment, eyebrow raised expectantly. “Well, Mira? I asked you a question and I’m waiting for an answer. Do you want to come until I’m satisfied or do you not want to come at all? I really don’t think you want me to pick for you. You’re not gonna like what I choose.”

Mira jutted her chin out, ever defiant. “No,” she said decisively.

Zoey winced. Bold move from Mira, but not a smart one, in her opinion. Wow, she sounded like a sports commentator. The thought almost made her chuckle.

“No?” Rumi repeated in disbelief. “I really don’t think you understand the situation you’re in right now, Mira. I’ll be generous since I know Zoey edged you stupid, so you have one more chance. Choose.” 

Mira faltered, but doubled down nonetheless. “No, I don’t want to choose,” she said again, crossing her arms and staring up at Rumi petulantly from where she lay on the bed. “I didn’t do anything wrong, I shouldn’t be in trouble.”

Rumi’s eyes narrowed. “When did you get so spoiled, baby?” she asked calmly, not rising to the challenge of Mira’s bratty words. She didn’t need to raise her voice or get angry to drive home her control; Zoey felt it as strongly as if Rumi’s hand was around her neck. Clearly Mira felt the same, because she shuddered, staring up at Rumi with wide eyes. “You know, I think I let you two get away with too much. In here I let you have your fun. I let you be in charge because I like it and it’s hot.” 

She turned her glare towards Zoey, who was perched on the edge of her seat in the armchair. “But I’ve been too lax with you, hm? You forgot that out there, I’m the leader. You listen to me. And since you decided to bring your little games out of our home and into our work, I think you both need a reminder of who’s really in charge.” 

Zoey gaped at her. They were absolutely fucked. “Holy shit,” she mumbled quietly, terrified and turned on in equal measure. She broke eye contact with Rumi to look at Mira, who seemed to be in a pretty similar state.

Rumi turned back towards Mira, ignoring Zoey entirely. Zoey had never thought she would get off on being sent to the corner to watch her girlfriends together (Rumi was the one who was into that, not her), but something about it was definitely making her feel some type of way. 

“Zoey, if you touch yourself you’ll regret it,” Rumi said, not even bothering to look at her. Her stomach dropped. “Since you need a lesson in restraint, I’m not going to help you by tying you up. You have to learn how to resist your bad ideas and think with your head and not your clit.” 

That wasn’t entirely unexpected, but it was going to be really fucking hard. Zoey was already so horny it almost hurt, since she had been kind of mentally edging herself all day while playing with Mira. There was no point in arguing though, so all she could do was listen and hope she got brownie points for being good. 

“Mira, I’ll keep it simple for you because I know your brain is leaking out of your cunt right now. If you’re willing to risk our reputation to get off, I think you need to be… dissuaded from wanting it so badly. And reminded how to listen when I tell you to do something. I say jump, you ask how high, baby,” Rumi murmured, pinning Mira in place with her iron gaze. 

Mira sputtered for a second, indignant, but Zoey saw the way her hips twitched. “I don’t know if that’ll work, Ru,” Zoey chuckled, unable to resist. “Mira’s already turned on just from you saying that. Perfect needy baby.”

Rumi’s eyes snapped to Zoey instantly. “Quiet,” she growled. “You’re practicing restraint, remember? I know how difficult it is for you to keep from joining in on ruining Mira, but it wouldn’t be a test if it wasn’t hard, hmm?”

Zoey shut her mouth. Now wasn’t the time to get on Rumi’s bad side. She could tell that the genuine anger that had started this was fading and now their leader was starting to play more, relaxing a bit, but she still wasn’t going to go easy on them.

“Before that, though,” Rumi said, a wicked smile creeping onto her face, “what would you have done to her, Zo? What were your big plans for our girl?”

Oh man. Zoey hadn’t had anything fully planned out, but it would be a lie to say she didn’t have ideas. “I wasn’t totally sure. But I was thinking about using the glass toy on her. Since she got so heated in the interviews, y’know?” she admitted with a wolfish grin. “I already put the toy in the fridge before we left to cool it down.”

“Oh, fuck no,” Mira said, attempting to push herself back up on her hands. Rumi held her in place with a single hand pressed to her shoulder, watching her struggle fruitlessly until she flopped back down, defeated. 

Zoey smirked. Mira acted like she hated the cold when they did temperature play, but it made her leak like a broken faucet, no matter how much she squirmed and whined. 

“Ooh, tempting,” Rumi murmured, licking her lips predatorily. “Get it for me, then.”

Zoey scrambled out of her seat and into the kitchen, pulling the toy out of the fridge and smiling at the chill radiating from it. The glass dildo was fun, on the smaller side of their collection but adorned with ridges that rubbed perfectly with every thrust. And the base was a cute pink heart!! Zoey was a huge fan, anyways. Mira, not so much. Or so she said. 

Zoey scampered back to find Rumi had taken a seat on the bed and pulled Mira into her lap. The dancer was glaring at Rumi with her arms crossed, still trying to argue her case. 

“You know you’re only making this worse for yourself, sweet girl,” Rumi said, leaning back on her hands to stare up at Mira. “I would’ve taken it a bit easier on you if you weren’t such a brat.” 

Mira groaned. “Is it too late?” she asked, finally giving up on arguing her way out of their shared punishment and turning up her good girl act to the max. “I can be really good, you know I can.” She lowered her voice, tilting her chin down to stare up at Rumi through her eyelashes. “Maybe I can show you how good I can be, princess,” she said, trying to slide out of the singer’s lap to kneel in front of her.

Rumi, by some miraculous act of restraint, gripped Mira’s hips hard to keep her from moving. And it truly was a miracle, because Mira was really goddamn good with her mouth, which was definitely what she had been trying to demonstrate. If it were Zoey, she definitely wouldn’t have been able to resist. 

Zoey frowned. Okay, maybe Rumi was onto something when she said Zoey needed to learn some restraint. It was just so hard to resist a pouty Mira! Or a flirty Mira. Or a playful Mira. Or a grumpy Mira. Or—okay, so maybe Zoey just had a hard time saying no to Mira. But she was the same way with Rumi! Any version of Rumi was impossible to resist… Well, maybe she was just a sucker for her girlfriends, but honestly, who could blame her?

Zoey was broken from her reverie by Rumi saying her name firmly. She had no idea what the older girl had been trying to tell her. “Huh?” 

“I said to give me the toy and sit down, babe,” Rumi repeated, a smirk on her lips. She gestured towards the chair smugly. 

Zoey followed the movement with her eyes, groaning loudly when she saw that Rumi had positioned them so Zoey would only be able to see Rumi’s back and a bit of Mira’s face. “Please, can I at least pull the chair closer,” she begged, fixing Rumi with her wateriest, most pathetic puppy-dog eyes. 

Rumi cooed at her, and for a moment Zoey was sure she had won. “No,” Rumi said firmly, “but good try, baby.”

Mira laughed, quickly trying to pass it off as an awkward cough when Rumi glared at her. “Sorry, something got caught in my throat,” she mumbled lamely. Rumi just rolled her eyes, not dignifying the obvious lie with a response.

Zoey sulked over to the chair, throwing herself into it gracelessly. She crossed her arms, sliding down in the seat. She definitely looked like a grumpy teenager, but she couldn’t help it! She had been looking forward to fucking her girlfriends all day, and now she was stuck in the cuck chair watching Rumi drag her inhumanly sharp teeth over Mira’s jaw. Not that it wasn’t a phenomenal view, but she’d prefer to be seeing it from next to them with one hand buried in Mira’s pretty pink hair and the other squeezing the curve of Rumi’s waist.

Mira threw her head back with a sigh, exposing more of her throat for Rumi to mark. Luckily the Honmoon blessed them with accelerated healing, so as long as Rumi didn’t go all out, anything leftover would be easy to cover up by their next schedule, a fact that she seemed to be taking full advantage of. She made her way leisurely down one side of Mira’s neck, kissing the column of her throat lightly before repeating the process on the other side. 

Zoey knew what the half-demon was doing. Out of the three of them, Rumi was definitely the most patient, which meant she had no problem taking her time to work Mira up until she was begging to be touched. Zoey watched Mira’s expression light up with pleasure at the feeling on her sensitive neck, but slowly, her face began to screw up with frustration. 

Mira brought her hands up from Rumi’s shoulders to grip her hair, her fists clenching and unclenching as she fought to stay still. Her breaking point came when Rumi dug her teeth into the spot just above her collarbone, a place they all knew perfectly well was one of her biggest weak spots.

Zoey felt a wave of arousal go through her as she watched Mira’s mouth drop open in a loud whine. She grabbed the arms of the chair tightly to keep her hands still, squirming at the ache between her legs. Maybe Rumi wouldn’t notice if she let herself grind just a little bit on the seat…

Speaking of grinding, Mira had started to writhe in Rumi’s lap, her hips subtly dragging against the older girl’s thighs. And if Zoey had seen it all the way from the cuck chair, surely Rumi had noticed too. 

Right on cue, Rumi dug her nails into Mira’s hips, forcing her to a halt. “I didn’t say you could do that, Mira,” Rumi said sternly. Her tone made both Mira and Zoey freeze. Zoey couldn’t see her face, but she could perfectly picture the calm yet utterly in control expression she was wearing. “Pointing out that you were acting like a bitch in heat was not an invitation to hump me like one. Apologize.”

Mira stammered for a second, disoriented and still foggy with pleasure. “What?” she finally managed, her voice even lower than usual. Zoey shuddered at the sound.

“Apologize,” Rumi repeated. “Tell me you’re sorry for not listening and humping my thigh like an untrained puppy.” Holy shit. Zoey was practically melting, and the words weren’t even directed at her. When had Rumi learned to talk like that?

“Well? I’m waiting,” the leader said expectantly when Mira just stared at her. “I already told you what to say, baby, it’s not hard. Unless Zoey really did edge your brain away.”

“Shut up,” Mira snapped, apparently having finally composed herself enough to process Rumi’s words. “Wait, no, sorry,” she immediately backtracked. “I didn’t mean that!” 

Zoey practically saw the gears turning in Mira’s head as she figured out how much she cared about her pride and her ego at the current moment. Apparently not much, since she yielded to the request with a defeated groan. “I’m sorry for not listening and for… for humping your thigh like an untrained puppy.”

A spark ran down Zoey’s spine at the way Mira degraded herself, settling as a burning ember in her stomach. She was already willing to do almost anything to get Rumi to let her join in or at least touch herself, but there was no point. Rumi was like a brick wall once she decided on something, there was no way she was going to stop until they had both learned the lesson she thought they needed. 

Rumi hummed approvingly. “Good. I’ll forgive the slip up, but if you snap at me again you’ll regret it.” Mira nodded rapidly, her body relaxing as she heard she was off the hook. Well, off the hook in that regard, at least. 

“Take your shirt off,” Rumi instructed, her voice low enough that Zoey had to strain to hear it. “Bra too.”

Mira followed the orders without protest, stripping off the offending garments and tossing them haphazardly behind her. Zoey was momentarily disappointed at how fast it happened. She had picked out such a cute lingerie set for Mira to wear today and she wasn’t even getting a chance to enjoy it! 

As Mira went to put her arms back around Rumi’s shoulders, the singer grabbed them, stopping her. “No,” Rumi said sternly. “Fold them.” 

Mira gaped at her. “Fold them?” she echoed, confused. 

Rumi nodded. “Yes. Get up, pick them up, and fold them. We’re learning how to behave, remember baby? And that means no making messes. So fold them.” She spoke slowly, enunciating every word with condescension dripping from her voice. Zoey watched as Mira’s cheeks flushed in frustrated arousal at the tone.

Mira climbed out of Rumi’s lap on shaky legs, wobbling for a moment before walking over to the discarded clothes and picking them up. She folded them neatly, glancing at Rumi every few seconds to make sure she was following the instructions well enough. 

Zoey almost felt bad for her, but there was little she loved more than seeing her girlfriends dazed, turned on, and a little embarrassed, so in reality, she was eating this up. Not to mention Mira getting up meant Zoey got a chance to get a good eyeful of her topless form. She dragged her eyes over every curve, licking her lips as she stared at Mira’s taut stomach and her stiff nipples, the flashes of her pert ass under her skirt as she bent over to pick up the discarded items.

Zoey deflated as Mira settled cautiously back into Rumi’s lap, hiding her torso from view once more. She felt so deliciously ignored, sitting in the corner while the two loves of her life were intertwined on the bed they all shared. It made humiliation and arousal twist into a tangled knot in her stomach, heating her up from the inside out. 

After a few more moments of practically mauling Mira’s pale neck, Rumi apparently got tired of their position, easily lifting the taller girl up and tossing her carelessly into the center of the bed. Literally tossing her, earning a surprised squeak from Mira as she bounced on the mattress. The levity of the moment cut through the heavy tension in the room, all three of them giggling together at the undignified sound. 

Rumi cleared her throat, falling effortlessly back into her leader persona. “Zoey, bring the chair here,” she instructed, pointing towards the foot of the bed. Zoey startled at being addressed so suddenly, scrambling to drag the chair to the spot Rumi had indicated. 

“You know,” Rumi said, nailing Zoey with a heavy look once she was in place standing at the foot of the bed in front of the chair, “I was thinking about putting you in the corner for real, making you face the wall while I ruin Mira so you could only hear it. That would really drive the point home. But I think Mira will learn her lesson better with someone watching. It won’t stick as well without the sting of you seeing her get punished like a disobedient brat. And the same is probably true for you, huh baby? I bet you’re embarrassed that Mira is seeing you soaking through your clothes while you’re in timeout.” She walked right up to Zoey, nose to nose with her. “But I can change my mind at any point, Zo. You should remember that.”

Rumi ducked down to gently kiss Zoey’s cheek. The sweetness was a total mismatch with the words, but Zoey got the message perfectly. This is just a game, the kiss said. I’m not really angry with you. I love you even when you make stupid choices. You belong with us even when I put you on the outside. “Tell me if it’s too much,” Rumi whispered into Zoey’s ear, her voice soft. 

Zoey nodded, the easy affection settling something in her that she hadn’t even realized was out of place. “I will,” she whispered back. 

Rumi slipped back into her persona, putting a strong hand on Zoey’s shoulder and pushing her down into the seat. “Watch,” she said firmly, turning back towards the bed. Mira was laying on her back, propped up on her elbows to look at them curiously. Her eyes were still a little hazy, her pupils blown. Her perfect little tits heaved with each shallow breath she drew in as she panted, the silver barbells in her nipples gleaming in the low light.

“So pretty,” Rumi murmured, almost involuntarily. “You already look fucked out and I haven’t even actually done anything.”

Mira looked like she was about to respond with something snide and snarky, but she apparently thought better of it at the last moment, instead only turning her head away with a petulant huff. Still playing it a little too close for comfort, in Zoey’s opinion. She was walking a fine line for already being in big trouble. 

From where she was sitting, Zoey could get a perfect peek up the dancer’s short skirt. She could see the soaked fabric of the lacy panties she had picked out for Mira that morning, a pretty white set adorned with little flowers. Mira had leaked right through them, strands of slick webbing through the thin mesh. But the worst part was that Zoey could see the toy that had gotten them in this mess in the first place, could make out the bulge of its base in the dead center of the underwear. And she could see it kick as Mira clenched and unclenched around it, her cunt pulsing and fluttering from hours of being inches away from the edge. 

Thank god Zoey didn’t have a dick, because she was sure if she did, it would be so painfully hard right now that it might explode. Not to mention she would’ve popped a boner as soon as she saw Mira squirm in the first interview of the day. As it was she could already feel all the blood in her body rushing to her cunt, which was throbbing so hard Zoey nearly felt lightheaded. 

But then again, if Zoey did have a dick, she could make it so it was more than just Mira’s own slick leaking out of her and ruining her panties. 

The thought prompted a jolt of arousal so strong that it was like being punched in the gut. Something to circle back to later, then. Knowing Mira, she would absolutely clown the hell out of Zoey for apparently having a—a breeding kink? A creampie kink? But she would also be more than willing to indulge it, even if she pretended it was just for Zoey’s sake. And Rumi would definitely like it. Maybe they could buy one of those special toys…

“—oey? You with us over there?”

Zoey jolted back to awareness at the sound of Rumi’s concerned voice. “Yep!” she squeaked, her voice cracking comically as she squirmed in the chair, still imagining her cum dripping out of Mira’s swollen pussy.

Rumi raised a brow, but after scanning Zoey’s face and seeing no sign of anything negative, she nodded. “Well, stay focused,” she said gruffly. “If you’re daydreaming it kind of defeats the purpose of the punishment.” 

“And it’s pretty rude,” Mira piped up boldly in her typical deadpan from where she was laying on the bed. “Your hot girlfriend who you’ve been tormenting all day is half naked and you aren’t even paying attention. What could be more interesting than me, huh?”

Zoey rolled her eyes fondly, but didn’t respond. Unlike some people, she was doing her best to get back into Rumi’s good books. But much to her surprise, Rumi chimed in too. “I don’t recall asking for any additions from the peanut gallery,” Rumi said with a pointed glare towards Mira, “but I am curious what’s got you all blushy and wiggly, Zo.”

Zoey grinned shamelessly. Well, if they were asking! “I can see straight up Mimi’s skirt where she’s soaked through the cute little panties I picked out for her. I was imagining I had a dick so I could come inside her to watch it leak out and ruin them even more.” 

Rumi froze, a bit of her typical, more reserved demeanor coming out. Clearly she didn’t expect it to be something so unabashedly dirty. She cleared her throat, shaking off the shock quickly. “Perv,” she grumbled, but Zoey caught the blush on her face. 

Mira was staring at her slack-jawed, still processing the filthy words. “Jesus Christ,” she finally muttered, slamming her legs shut and rubbing her thighs together. 

The movement snapped Rumi back into the moment, and she moved lightning-quick to grab Mira’s thighs and wrench them apart, her fingers digging into the sensitive flesh. “Watch it, baby. I’m sure you’re so pent up you could come just from this, but you’re not getting off that easily.” She leaned further over Mira, looming intimidatingly. “You like that idea, though, huh? Want Zo to fill you up with her cum just so we can watch it drip out? If she could do that I would eat it out of you gorgeous, taste you both that way. I wouldn’t let up until you ruined the sheets. Maybe I’d even get a plug for your perfect pussy to keep it all inside you until I’m ready to eat again.” 

Mira groaned, tossing her head back against the pillows. “You’re trying to kill me,” she mumbled faintly. “I can’t believe you actually want me dead.”

Zoey couldn’t help but agree. She felt like she was going to pass out. 

Rumi giggled, a sweet sound so incongruous with the situation that Zoey couldn’t help but smile affectionately, momentarily forgetting the burning need running through her veins. God, she loved them. 

“Just a little death,” Rumi teased. “La petite mort, as the French say.” She had the nerve to blush, like she hadn’t just said the dirtiest thing Zoey had ever heard.

“Do not speak French to me right now,” Mira grumbled. She yelped when Rumi seized her jaw in a vice grip, squeezing her cheeks until her lips parted. She brought both hands up to grab Rumi’s wrist, tugging uselessly.

“I wouldn’t try to tell me what to do, sweetheart,” the older girl said calmly. She grabbed the chilled glass toy from where it lay next to them on the bed, running the tip of it between Mira’s breasts and over her ribs while holding eye contact. Zoey whined involuntarily, rubbing her legs together as she leaned forward to get as good a view as possible of the goosebumps forming on Mira’s pale skin.

“Sowwy,” Mira tried to say, the words distorted by Rumi’s grip on her face. 

“I’m sure you are,” Rumi cooed. She released Mira’s face with a gentle tap on the cheek, too soft to be called anything even near a slap. Rumi had never been able to bring herself to cause her girls pain on purpose, even though both Zoey and Mira liked a little bit of pain with their pleasure.

The singer sat back on her heels, her patterns pulsing with satisfaction even as she maintained her facade of anger. She glanced back at Zoey before adjusting, moving a bit to the side to ensure the younger girl had a perfect view of the action. 

Zoey groaned quietly. It was going to be a long night. And yet there was nowhere else she would rather be. 

Except maybe between Mira’s legs. A girl can dream, after all.

—

Okay, so maybe Mira had misjudged the situation she was in a little bit. Obviously she knew that Rumi had some bite to her. After all, Mira didn’t respect anyone who hadn’t earned it, and there was a reason she willingly followed Rumi’s lead on the stage and the battlefield. 

But now, staring up at Rumi as she turned the chilled glass dildo over in her hand, Mira felt like she was looking down the jaws of a tiger. Actually, no, Derpy was far less intimidating.

So there was perhaps a very, very slight chance that Mira was regretting having so much attitude. But in her defense, Rumi was usually very forgiving! Just apparently not after today’s events.

Which, to be fair, had maybe been a bit of a bad idea. Mira had been expecting Zoey to be smart about it though, not edge her in the middle of an interview. And you know what… actually, this was all Zoey’s fault.

Mira looked at where the woman in question slouched in the armchair by the foot of the bed, watching them with obvious envy in her eyes. She gloated a little internally; after all, no matter what happened, one of them was getting fucked and one of them wasn’t. Zoey had gotten them into this mess so it was only fair she got nothing out of it. 

Zoey caught her eye and raised a questioning brow. Mira, very maturely, stuck her tongue out at her. Which was something else to add to today’s list of bad calls, because before she could pull it back into her mouth, her tongue was suddenly pinched between two clawed (when did Rumi take out her claws?) fingers. Once again, she found herself clutching at Rumi’s wrist, too scared to try to pull at the half-demon’s hand in case it would make her claws dig in further.

Rumi was careful, of course. The claws didn’t cut into Mira’s tongue, just held it firmly enough that Mira could feel the threat. “I’m running out of patience for you, Mira,” Rumi said conversationally. “I’ve already given you a lot of chances, since Zoey’s already made you suffer all day and you weren’t the one who came up with this little plan. But you’re really pushing it.”

Her voice dropped down into that multi-toned demonic register, the Honmoon pulsing in reaction. Mira tried to respond, but there was nothing she could do with her tongue pinched in Rumi’s fingers. She felt saliva start to pool in her mouth as Rumi just held her there, watching her with narrowed eyes. 

It felt like it lasted forever, Mira’s tongue getting dry as spit started to drip from the corners of her lips. She couldn’t do anything to stop it, letting out an involuntary whimper as she realized how helpless she was, staring into Rumi’s glowing yellow eye while panting open-mouthed like the puppy she had been forced to call herself earlier. She could feel the humiliated flush spreading across her face. 

Rumi clicked her own tongue disapprovingly as she finally released Mira’s. “I told you we were learning to not make messes today, baby. Especially messes that someone else has to clean up, like nearly having an orgasm in the middle of an interview. But look at you, you’re filthy. I’m disappointed, Mira.”

The words made Mira’s stomach twist as she pulled her dry tongue back into her mouth, but not in the same deliciously embarrassed way as everything else Rumi had said tonight. They sent ice trickling down her spine, reminding her of years and years of being told she was a disappointment, being told all she did was cause trouble for her family to deal with. 

She took a deep breath and brought a hand up to massage her sore jaw, trying to push down the ugly feeling. Obviously that wasn’t what Rumi meant, and she wasn’t actually disappointed in Mira. It wasn’t worth ruining their fun over. She could just let it go. 

But Rumi wasn’t the same as her parents, and she knew that the older girl would feel horrible if she was aware of what Mira was feeling. With that in mind, Mira opened her mouth to try to say yellow and explain, but all that came out was a rough croak, her mouth too dry and her mind too all over the place to get out the word. She fought down the panic at being unable to speak, letting herself fall into their safety net and snapping twice instead. 

Immediately, Rumi’s demeanor softened, not dropping out of her dominant persona entirely since Mira had only called yellow, but making it clear that whatever Mira chose to do or say wouldn’t have consequences. “Okay, baby, what do you need?”

“Water,” Mira choked out. Rumi nodded, moving to get off the bed. Mira knew that it was just to get the water she had asked for, but that didn’t stop the dread that coursed through her, her mind thrown back into being scolded and called a disappointment, a problem, and then left all alone. 

She grabbed Rumi’s arm before she even realized, tugging at her. “Please don’t leave, I’m sorry,” she croaked. Rumi stopped instantly, back at Mira’s side in the blink of an eye. 

“You’re okay, sweet girl,” Rumi cooed, wrapping Mira in her arms. Mira held onto her tightly, her fingers clutching at the fabric of the shirt the singer had yet to remove. She vaguely heard Zoey leave the room and that sent another jolt of panic through her, but the maknae was back in a flash, climbing onto the bed next to them and holding a glass of water to her lips.

Mira let Zoey’s hands guide her into tilting her head back, greedily gulping down the water that was poured into her mouth. She drained half the glass before pulling away. 

“Sorry,” she mumbled as Rumi wiped at her mouth with her sleeve. “Didn’t mean to kill the vibe.” She tried to laugh, but it came out scratchy and thin. 

“You’re fine, sweetheart,” Zoey reassured, scratching at her head soothingly. “What happened? Do you wanna keep going?”

Mira nodded immediately, still feeling the burning arousal in her core. “Yeah, I wanna keep going. But, uh, just… please don’t say you’re disappointed in me. Or that I’m, like, just causing problems for you to deal with. I’ve heard that a few too many times.” She tried to play it off, but the words were too honest and her voice too fragile. 

Rumi inhaled slowly. “Okay,” she said. “I won’t say anything like that again. I’m sorry, baby.” Mira could hear the guilt thick in her voice. 

“It’s okay,” Mira replied instantly. “Don’t feel bad about it. If it was, like, even anything similar I would’ve found it incredibly hot, just… trauma, y’know? But anyways, there’s literally no way you could have expected that would freak me out when I’ve been so into everything else, and you stopped as soon as I asked. You did everything right, Ru. And honestly, I wasn’t even really freaked out about it until I tried to call yellow and my throat was too dry to talk. I just wanted to let you know so you don't say it again.”

Rumi smiled at her, the shadow of doubt clearing from her face. “Thanks, baby. To be clear, I’m not actually disappointed in you and I never have been. And I’ve never thought of you as someone who leaves problems for me to deal with. Do you want me to drop the whole, um, learning how to not make messes thing? You seemed into that before.”

Mira blushed, looking away. “No, I liked that part. It was just the combo of you being disappointed and saying you had to clean up after me. I, uh, I actually really like everything else.”

“Wow,” Zoey said, wiping a fake tear from her eye. “Look at us, communicating healthily.”

Mira headbutted her arm. “Jerk,” she mumbled, smiling even as she did. “You’re ruining the moment, Zoomie.”

Zoey gasped, affronted. “Bitch, I am the moment.”

“Settle down, girls,” Rumi chuckled. “Are you sure you wanna keep going, Mira? We can just call it a night, nobody will be upset.”

Mira shook her head immediately. “I’ve literally been edged all day and I can feel my heartbeat in my clit. I need to get off or I might kill someone. And besides, maybe I was slightly enjoying your, uh, attempt to put me in my place. It’s hot to watch you try.”

“Try?” Rumi echoed, raising an eyebrow. Her patterns started to ripple again, her eye returning to its demonic yellow and her hands growing back into claws. “I’d say I was succeeding.”

Rumi turned her gaze to Zoey, perched beside them on the bed. “You good to keep going, Zo?” 

Zoey nodded rapidly.

“Okay, then get back in your chair. You’re still in timeout,” Rumi instructed, her voice edged with steel. Back in leader mode.

Zoey saluted teasingly as she scooted off the bed. “Yes, chef!” she chirped, smirking. 

Rumi growled, honest to god growled. “Careful, Zoey. Sit down and watch, no comments.”

The rapper gulped audibly, dropping back into her chair. “Sorry, Rumi,” she squeaked, miming zipping her mouth shut. 

Rumi turned her gaze back to Mira, who had reclined back onto the pillows to lay down again. “Now where were we?” the older girl said. “Right, we were talking about you being messy. But that’s okay, baby. I’ll teach you.”

She slithered down the bed until her head was level with Mira’s chest, licking her lips with a hungry expression on her face. “So pretty,” she cooed. Mira felt her heart kick in her chest as all of the arousal that had been pushed to the back of her mind rushed to the forefront. She clenched down around the toy still inside her with a choked whimper.

Rumi chuckled coldly, reaching out a hand to flick at one of Mira’s nipples. Mira squeaked, her body jolting at the harsh treatment. Her breasts had already been sensitive even before she’d gotten her nipples pierced, so being played with so roughly there was nearly overwhelming. 

“Too bad they don’t need my attention right now,” Rumi continued.

Mira let out a confused sound. Her body was clearly begging for Rumi’s touch, there’s no way she didn’t see that.

Rumi glanced up at her while continuing to scoot down the bed. “What, baby? Do you not agree?” She chuckled at Mira’s frantic head shake. “Right, I forgot Zoey edged you so much that your brain’s leaked out of your pussy. I’ll make it simple for you. This is about teaching you a lesson, sweet girl. Why would I make you feel good by playing with your pretty tits?”

She had made it down to settle between Mira’s legs, forcing them apart with her shoulders after flipping up the short skirt the taller girl still wore. “No, this is where I need to focus. Your greedy, desperate cunt. So needy for an orgasm that it nearly made you cause a scene in an interview. I think I need to teach it a lesson about what happens when it gets in the way of our work. And remind you who’s really in charge. If I happen to discourage you from wanting to come so badly that you’re willing to risk our reputation, well, that’s just an added benefit.”

Rumi grabbed Mira’s delicate lace panties and pulled them down her legs, letting out a low whistle at the strings of slick that clung to them, stretching impossibly long before snapping and falling onto the bed and Mira’s already glistening thighs. Mira winced at the feeling of the sticky wetness drying on her skin.

“It’s so swollen,” Rumi mumbled, awe in her voice. “So fucking juicy. And so flushed. No wonder you’re being stupid, all your blood is here, huh? None left for your brain. That looks like it hurts, baby. Bet you’re aching so bad right now.” She ran her thumb over the seam of Mira’s cunt, tracing where it was stretched around the base of the toy that had been driving her mad all day.

Mira groaned under her breath. She was, in fact, so achy that it was painful, and Rumi pointing it out didn’t help. Her pussy clenched at the words, though, bearing down on the vibrator stretching her out. Traitor.

“She’s all bare too,” Rumi continued. “You don’t normally wax, sweetheart, what’s the occasion?” She laughed when Mira hesitated to speak, wary after what happened last time. “Not a trick question, Mimi, I won’t get your tongue this time.”

“Zoey made me, part of the bet,” Mira said, her voice tight as she fought not to buck her hips into Rumi’s touch. She had a feeling that wouldn’t go over well right now. 

Rumi raised her eyebrows, straightening up and turning to look at the woman in question, who was leaning forward and watching intently, hands tucked under her. “Zoey? What happened to hating deforestation?.”

Zoey giggled shamelessly. “I knew she was gonna be so puffy and pink after I made her go out with the vibrator and I wanted a good view. And it makes her more sensitive. And embarrassed because she feels all exposed.”

True to form, Mira could feel herself burning with a confusing mix of embarrassment and need. Not only was Zoey right, but the fact she was saying it out loud made it all even worse. She covered her red face with her hands, needing some way to shield herself from the two pairs of eyes greedily drinking in her bare body. 

Much to her surprise, Rumi didn’t stop her, just chuckling at her. “Aww, big bad Mira is embarrassed?” she teased. “Cute. You can hide all you want, baby, but it won’t change anything. Now, let’s see what we have here.”

Mira tensed up when Rumu grabbed the base of the toy and started to pull. It wasn’t huge, but it had been in her for hours and she was tender and aching inside, her walls so swollen that it made her feel tighter. She yelped into her hands as Rumi suddenly reversed direction and drove it back into her, grinding the head meanly against her g-spot. 

Rumi just laughed again, switching back to pulling it out slowly and steadily, letting Mira feel every single inch until it popped out with a humiliating rush of wetness. For a second, it was almost a relief to be rid of the toy that had kept her tender and on the edge. And then Mira felt how empty she was, and it was a whole new type of torture. She tried to breathe steadily through the ache, but she could feel herself throbbing and clenching around nothing, desperate for anything to hold onto. 

Zoey let out a choked sound from somewhere near the foot of the bed, reminding Mira that not only was her fluttering cunt on display, it was waxed completely bare, meaning her girlfriends could see every single twitch. She instinctively tried to close her legs, but ran straight into Rumi’s broad shoulders propping them apart. 

It was just a moment before she was startled by a sharp nip at the skin of her thigh, making her yelp. She pulled her hands away to glare at Rumi, who was smugly staring up at her. Mira rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. So annoying. 

Rumi looked at the toy in her hand, warm and dripping. Mira didn’t like the look in her eye, the way her face lit up with what was surely a new idea on how to torment her. “Well, Mira,” Rumi started slowly. “Since we’re learning not to make messes, and you clearly made one here, you should clean it up.” She grabbed Mira’s arm and pulled her until she was sitting upright.

Mira took the toy when Rumi held it out expectantly, staring at the silicone in confusion. “You want me to wash it?” she asked. That wasn’t really a form of discipline Mira found particularly hot or interesting, but Rumi did love to preach about the importance of properly caring for their toys.

“No,” the half-demon replied. “I didn’t say wash it. I said I want you to clean it. Use your brain, Mira, I know you can do it.”

It took another second before Mira understood what Rumi meant. As soon as she did, her whole body locked up in a disconcerting mixture of shame and arousal. “I—really?” she squeaked, too afraid to outright refuse. The thought of sucking her own juices off the vibrator that Zoey had tortured her with all day while they both watched was… intimidating, to say the least. 

Rumi sighed loudly, staring at Mira in mock annoyance. “Did I sound like I was joking?” she asked condescendingly. 

Mira gulped. “You, um, I mean,” she stammered, still staring at the toy in her hand. She genuinely felt like she was malfunctioning.

Rumi rolled her eyes, grabbing the vibrator out of Mira’s shaky hand. “I guess you need more help than I thought,” she said. “Open. Tongue out.”

Mira squeezed her eyes shut at the same time as she opened her mouth. It wasn’t like she had much dignity left at the moment, but it was still too much to be able to look at them while she did this. 

A moment later, she felt the weight of the toy tapping against her tongue before Rumi slid it into her mouth in a slow, smooth push. She stayed completely still, unable to make herself begin to suck as her mouth filled with the taste of her own arousal. 

“What’s the problem, Mira? Or are you waiting for me to fuck your mouth with it? Guess you’re even needier than I thought,” Rumi chuckled.

Mira made a noise of indignation. That was not at all what was going on. Still, she sealed her lips around the toy and sucked, trying to fight against the haze that threatened to settle over her mind at the feeling of something in her mouth. So she had an oral fixation, sue her. Rumi was nice enough not to push it deeper, letting her choose how much to take into her mouth.

She could practically feel the weight of Zoey and Rumi’s stares as she sucked on the toy. Neither of them said anything until she pulled off of it, wiping her mouth on her arm and flopping onto her back on the sheets.

Rumi exhaled shakily. “Shit,” she mumbled. Mira mentally high-fived herself over managing to destroy the older girl’s composure. Even if it came at the cost of her own pride. She heard the thud of something hitting the floor before Rumi was bullying her way back in between Mira’s thighs.

Mira’s eyes flew open when Rumi blew a stream of cold air against her clit, her body jolting without her permission as she craned her neck to stare at the woman between her legs. “So sensitive,” Rumi remarked. “And so, so messy.” She gave it a single, slow, lick, and Mira’s mind went white. Even that was nearly enough to have her coming all over herself. 

Rumi repeated the motion over and over again, each lick sending shockwaves through Mira’s entire body while not giving her enough friction to even get her closer to the edge. Rumi was slow and deliberate, pausing between each lick to watch her quiver and flutter around nothing. 

Mira could feel the damp spot spreading underneath her, each useless clench squeezing more wetness out of her empty hole. She wanted to whine, wanted to beg, but she was certain that would just make it worse, so she tried to stay as still as possible, hands clutching the sheets so tightly that it felt like they would rip under her fingers. She stared down at Rumi’s head between her legs, the half-demon’s eyes closed as she licked Mira up.

After what felt like eons, Rumi pulled away with a satisfied hum. “Fuck,” she breathed out disbelievingly. “You haven’t even come yet and you’re literally creaming.” She dipped two fingers inside Mira’s entrance and swirled them around teasingly before holding them up to show how they were indeed coated in cloudy white arousal. 

Mira groaned, flopping her head back against the pillow and staring up at the ceiling. She prayed the bed would swallow her whole. But not before someone finally made her fucking come. 

Her attention snapped back to Rumi when she felt the older girl get off the bed. She watched as Rumi offered her fingers to Zoey, who eagerly sucked them into her mouth. Zoey moaned, lustful and desperate, licking over every centimeter of Rumi’s fingers to make sure she got every drop. 

Mira forced herself to look away from the obscene sight, her face burning with humiliation. Obviously she understood that it wasn’t all that different from Zoey eating her out (which she did often and with endless enthusiasm), but it felt different, dirtier, more embarrassing. 

“See what you could have had if you’d made better choices?” Rumi taunted. Mira heard a wet sound as she pulled her fingers free of Zoey’s mouth, sending another thrum of heat through her. “Too bad for you. Now she’s all mine.”

Normally, that would make Mira squirm with excitement, eager to see what Rumi had in mind. And to be fair, it definitely did still make her squirm, but it was from a confusing, painfully hot mixture of dread and anticipation.

She looked back towards Rumi and Zoey to find the younger girl staring at her with wistful hunger while the older stalked towards her like a predator. “Well,” Rumi said, calm and steady. “Shall we start?”

If they hadn’t ‘started’ yet, then what the hell had the last eternity of teasing been? Mira bit her tongue, not willing to risk the snarky comments that she could feel ready to jump out of her mouth. 

Rumi settled between her legs again, staring at her bare cunt before grabbing the glass dildo that Mira had forgotten was still laying on the bed. “You know, normally I would need to warm you up for this,” Rumi mused, glancing up at Mira’s face before her eyes drifted back to the prize between her thighs. “But I think you’re plenty warm right now. In fact, I think you need to cool off.”

Before Mira could even blink, Rumi had flipped her onto her stomach, slipping a pillow beneath her hips. She tried to push up onto her elbows, but a strong hand planted itself between her shoulderblades and held her down, forcing her chest into the sheets. So of course, Mira tried to get her knees under her, desperate for any type of leverage, but Rumi’s hand darted out to grab her ankle and pull her leg back, ensuring she was helplessly prone face down. And to top it all off, she was angled so that Zoey was directly behind her, staring right at her flushed cunt.

Mira turned her head into the sheets, giving up. There was nothing she could do. If this was how Rumi wanted her, this was how she was going to be. The thought made her even wetter, and she tried to press her thighs together for some type of friction. Rumi was now sitting by Mira’s side, meaning she couldn’t use her shoulders to force open Mira’s legs anymore, so at least there was that.

Rumi seemed to realize this at the same time she did. Mira expected another instruction, a warning to keep her legs spread, but instead, she felt the older girl leaving the bed without a word. She was back a second later, strapping something around Mira’s ankle. 

Shit, restraints. Mira groaned into the pillow. She expected her ankles to be cuffed to the bed, wiggling a little to test the binds once Rumi finished the second ankle. But instead of her legs being fastened to the bedframe, she found that they were attached to one of Mira’s least favorite items in their collection: a spreader bar. Specifically, the adjustable one that Zoey (and apparently now Rumi, too, the traitor) liked to use to force Mira’s legs as wide as they could possibly go. And she was flexible, so that was pretty damn wide.

Mira screamed into the pillow, not even caring that Rumi and Zoey would be able to hear her. She kicked her legs petulantly in protest (well, tried to), but it was only a moment before Rumi caught the bar forcing her ankles apart and pulled it down to the bed. 

“I’ll let that slide because it was kinda cute to watch you struggle,” Rumi said. Mira could hear the stupid smirk in her voice. 

Rumi didn’t even give her a warning before the head of the glass dildo was bullying its way inside her. Immediately, Mira froze, her mind locked in an endless repetition of cold cold cold cold cold as the chilled glass slid embarrassingly easily into her scorching cunt. She tried to squirm up the bed, to somehow escape the cold that felt like it was taking over her whole body, but Rumi was still pinning the spreader bar in place. 

Being full all day meant that Mira didn’t feel any pain from the stretch, but that was little comfort when every ridge that slipped inside her made her body break out in goosebumps. The glass scraped against her tender walls, going on and on until the head bumped perfectly against the swollen patch of nerves inside her.

Mira yelped, trying again to run away from the sensation as the cold seeped into her most sensitive parts. She could feel herself drooling into the pillow, every part of her feeling somehow simultaneously tense and boneless. She waited impatiently for Rumi to start pulling it out, to actually start fucking her with it so she could get some real pleasure instead of just mind-numbing cold, but nobody moved. 

Mira whined plaintively, trying to get enough leverage to fuck herself on it, but she couldn’t do it, her body too heavy. “Need something, honey?” Rumi asked smugly. Asshole.

“Move,” Mira grunted, clenching around the unyielding glass. It kind of hurt, but that made it even better. Once Rumi actually fucked her with it, there was no way she would even be able to walk for at least the next day. It already felt like it was bruising her from the inside out.

“I’m letting it warm up,” Rumi said innocently. She had now fully given up on pretending she wasn’t enjoying every second of this, no longer the strict disciplinarian she had tried to be at the start. “You don’t like when it’s cold, baby. I’m trying to be nice.”

Mira gritted her teeth, still shivering. The cold was starting to get a little better, the glass genuinely warming up inside her heated cunt, but the damage was done. Cold always made her twitch and clench and drip even while it made her mind white out, and it was hard to come back from that now. Especially since Rumi wasn’t even pairing it with a warm mouth like they usually did with temperature play. 

Mira bit the pillow, forcing herself to lie still even as the chill seeped into her. It wasn’t like Rumi would let her move anyways, so she might as well try to get some good girl points while they were at it. Maybe Rumi would take it easier on her if she did. 

It felt like an eternity before Rumi finally started to pull the toy back, letting each ridge pop out slowly as she did. “Hmm, seems a bit warmer,” she mused. Mira wished her legs were free so she could kick that arrogant little demon off the bed. 

Again, Rumi pushed it into her without warning, this time hard and fast. Mira practically screamed as the hard glass forced its way inside, practically bruising her g-spot. She expected Rumi to leave it there again, but instead, the older girl started thrusting it into her at a punishing pace, the head hitting the rough patch of nerves inside her with perfect accuracy every time. 

Mira moaned, loud and high. Her mouth was open against the pillow, choked sounds leaving her with every thrust. She felt like she was melting. The cold, the pain, the pleasure, the helplessness—she wasn’t going to last. She was the only one out of all of them that could come from only penetration, but it took a lot. Considering the day she’d had, it wasn’t surprising that today was one of those times.

Mira was so lost in the storm of sensation that she had forgotten all about Rumi’s ultimatum. At least until Rumi released her grip on the spreader bar and grabbed Mira’s hair, wrenching her head upwards and ignoring how she whined at the sting.

“Remember earlier, baby?” Rumi reminded, the Honmoon rippling with her voice. “I asked you to make a choice for me, and you said no. So just remember, Mira, that you could’ve had it easier if you had listened to me.”

Mira couldn’t even process the words, too focused on the knot coiling tighter and tighter in her stomach. She wanted more than anything for someone to touch her clit. She could feel it swollen and pulsing, begging for attention as it stewed in its own arousal, lonely and ignored. She tried to angle herself so she could grind down on the pillow beneath her hips but she had no leverage. 

But even though coming without her clit being touched wasn’t ideal, she was still going to come. She could feel it building inside her, pleasure-pain-pleasure radiating through her body with every harsh thrust. Part of her expected Rumi to stop, to edge her, since there was no way she behaved well enough that she was just going to be allowed to come that easily, but she flew right past the point of no return without Rumi even slowing down. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh my god,” Mira whimpered, relief flowing through her as she tipped over the edge. 

Only for that relief to turn to ash in her mouth as Rumi pulled the toy out, her orgasm changing from pleasure to agony as it curdled and died without anything to ride it out. She could feel herself clenching around nothing, her clit twitching and jumping as she tried again to hump it against the pillow, desperate to feel anything but this emptiness. All her muscles were tensing and relaxing like she was coming, but there was no release. She felt just as needy as before the ruined orgasm, if not more.

The ringing in Mira’s ears finally faded enough for her to hear herself babbling out a litany of no and please and why. Rumi just held her down tightly enough that she couldn’t even seek pleasure from rubbing her aching nipples against the sheets, finally releasing her hair to let her head fall back to the pillow and switching to rubbing her back soothingly. 

“Holy shit,” she faintly heard Zoey say. Rumi just chuckled, allowing it without comment. 

“That’s one,” Rumi remarked calmly.

Mira stiffened as soon as she processed the words, which was admittedly somewhat late. Rumi couldn’t possibly mean…

“I told you you should’ve just picked, Mira,” Rumi said sternly, but Mira could hear the grin in her voice. “Since you couldn’t choose between not coming or coming as much as I want, now you get to come as much as I want without really coming at all. Genius compromise, if I can say so myself. Right, Zo?”

“Uh huh,” Zoey mumbled, sounding dazed. “I’ve never seen her so swollen and pink before. She’s leaking everywhere.”

“Messy,” Rumi mused fondly. “Shall we?”

Mira shook her head, but she knew it was useless. Rumi wasn’t really asking her. 

This time, the older girl picked up a rhythm that was slow and deep, pausing to grind the toy inside her with every thrust. Mira felt like her brain was melting out of her ears, the torturous cold of the glass fading away as it warmed only to be replaced by a new kind of torment. Mira wasn’t even able to enjoy the feeling because of the cloud of dread that settled over her with the knowledge that the orgasm her body was so hungry for was going to be just another way to make the ache worse. 

She tried to fight the building warmth in her abdomen, but her body didn’t understand what was coming. It sang with delight as the heat intensified, sharpening until Mira was squirming with it. She tried to hold back, but it was no use. The wave inside of her was cresting too high, somehow even more intense than the last one because it had more time to build slowly. 

Mira sobbed into the pillow as she tipped over the edge of what should have been one of the best orgasms of her life, barely feeling a millisecond of pleasure before Rumi pulled the toy out and pinned her down to make sure she didn’t squirm her way into some type of friction. It ached, every muscle in her body locking up as she clenched so hard that her lower stomach started to cramp. She grit her teeth as once again, the orgasm sputtered and died, leaving her both overstimulated and desperate to actually feel some of the pleasure that Rumi kept stealing from her. 

“That looked like it would’ve been a big one,” Rumi remarked casually. Mira contemplated murder, but scrapped the idea immediately. She loved Rumi too much for that, even in the midst of this torture. 

“I’m thinking one for each event you went to with a vibrator inside you,” Rumi continued. Mira’s stomach dropped. “So you’re halfway done. Good job, sweet girl.”

Mira started to cry as she realized what she was in for. She genuinely was not sure if she could survive two more ruins. Zoey had threatened her with a ruined orgasm before, but never followed through on it. It was so much worse than she could’ve imagined, even though she wanted to keep going. It was fucked up how she hated it and loved it, loved the helplessness and the ache even as she felt icy fingers of dread creep down her spine. Maybe she loved to hate it? Or hated to love it?

Either way, none of that mattered once Rumi started to fuck her again. Mira’s moans were more like sobs at this point. She didn’t even want to come anymore—okay, that was a lie, she still definitely wanted to come. But she was starting to think even being left completely denied would be better than this, than getting a taste of pleasure only for it to turn to dust in her mouth. 

She cried the entire way to the third orgasm, feeling her clit twitch when Rumi leaned down to lick a tear off her face. She didn’t even have the capacity to call her a pervert for it, not even mentally. The pressure started to build and build and for a second, Mira convinced herself that this would be different, that Rumi would let her come for real this time.

But once again Rumi pulled out the toy, this time getting the timing so perfectly that there was a second where Mira wasn’t even sure if she would come or just hang over the edge, her pussy fluttering as she tried to claw her way back to solid ground. But it was a lost cause. Mira fell over the edge after what felt like eons, Rumi’s touch already long gone. It was the worst one yet. It didn’t even feel a little bit good, it just felt like nothing, even as she felt her body going through the physical motions of coming. 

Mira’s poor neglected clit felt like it was on fire, yearning for any kind of touch. It felt more swollen than it had ever been, throbbing with every heartbeat. It was all she could think about, to the point that one of her hands started to creep down to rub at it without her permission. 

Rumi grabbed her wrist before she could get there, saying something that Mira couldn’t understand through the fog in her brain. All she wanted was to come, to really come, just one time. 

Mira whimpered humiliatingly when the toy stretched her open again, every part of her tender and aching. The buildup took longer this time, her body so oversensitized that every touch felt like a flash of white-hot sensation, burning in a way that couldn’t even be categorized as pleasure or pain. It was just feeling, so intense that she could feel herself trembling with it. 

Rumi leaned down again, close to Mira’s ear. “We’re almost done, sweet girl. You’re doing such a good job.” She punctuated the words with a cruel twist of her wrist, grinding the dildo inside her.

Mira was pretty sure she moaned something in response, but she had no idea what. Probably nonsense, based on Rumi’s low chuckle. 

But either her babbling was very persuasive or Rumi decided to have some mercy on her, because Mira was suddenly gifted with a gentle thumb rubbing over her clit. Stars burst behind her eyes, her body lighting up with warmth. It was a double-edged sword, though, because it made her start to rocket back up to the edge, boosting her off the plateau she had reached. 

She screamed into the pillow as Rumi ruined her orgasm for the fourth time, feeling wetness spurt out of her as her pussy desperately tried its best to come. She fought against the spreader bar to try to get any sort of friction, even just from the clenching of her thighs, but it was useless.

Once it was over, Mira’s body felt like jelly. She felt oversensitive yet also numb, still twitching periodically as her muscles clenched and relaxed. The need that had burned inside her all day had only grown, but the thought of anyone touching her cunt again made her whimper pitifully. She wanted to come more than anything, but it would hurt. 

Rumi flipped her onto her back, looming over her. “You did so well, baby. Now, have you learned your lesson?”

Mira couldn’t find it in herself to even try to fight back, only making a small sound of assent. 

“Tell me,” Rumi instructed, her voice firm.

It took a few tries before Mira was able to speak, averting her eyes from Rumi’s. “Y-you’re in charge. I listen to you.” She was certain there was more, but her mind was empty. 

Damn, maybe Rumi was good at this whole ‘putting her in her place’ thing. She had definitely managed it more effectively than Zoey ever had. 

Anyways, it seemed to be a good enough answer for Rumi, whose face softened as she released the cuffs on Mira’s ankles, bending her legs to help stretch out the stiffness. Rumi leaned down to press her lips to Mira’s in a gentle kiss. “Good girl. I love you. Give me a little bit and then I’ll take care of you.”

“Make me come?” Mira asked, very eloquently. 

Rumi chuckled. “No, baby, you still don’t get to come tonight. What kind of leader would I be if I didn’t stick to my word, hm?”

Mira whined plaintively, staring up at Rumi with her biggest, most pathetic eyes, still teary. 

Rumi just shook her head fondly. “Brat,” she muttered. She narrowed her eyes, leaning closer to Mira. “Don't act like you don't get off on being denied, baby. I'm only this mean to you because it makes you so wet when we make things unfair. So no getting off tonight, but tomorrow morning I’ll eat you out all soft and nice, make you come however you want. Deal?”

Well, Mira couldn't argue with that. She nodded jerkily, finally gathering the strength to press her thighs together and protect her vulnerable, aching center. 

“Zoey,” Rumi called, drawing Mira’s attention as well. She had been so focused on Rumi that she hadn’t even remembered that Zoey had been sitting there staring directly at her pussy for the last eternity. 

“Yep!” Zoey squeaked from the foot of the bed. “Present! At your service!”

Mira rolled her eyes, momentarily forgetting her embarrassment. Dork. 

Rumi laughed again. “Wanna join us?” she asked, starting to shed her clothes. 

Zoey was on the bed before Rumi had even finished her sentence. “You’re so pretty all fucked out, babygirl,” she cooed, staring at Mira with heart eyes. 

Mira used all of her jelly filled muscles to lift her arm enough to jab Zoey in the side, chuckling tiredly at her yelp.

“Mean!” Zoey grumbled, pouting. “And I was being so sweet to you.”

“This is your fault,” Mira accused, narrowing her eyes at Zoey’s faux innocence. 

“Who, me?” Zoey asked, batting her eyelashes. “I would never get us in trouble.”

Rumi cleared her throat pointedly, preening a little when both of their eyes darted back to her and ran slowly over her now nude body. “I’m not done with you,” she said, her eye flashing yellow. She crooked a finger at Zoey, beckoning her closer. “You’ve gotten all you’re going to get tonight. Mira is a brat, but she is right that this was your idea. But you did a very good job sitting there politely and practicing ignoring your needy pussy, so I’ll give you a treat. You were such a good girl that now you get to eat me out.”

Zoey lit up like a Christmas tree. If she had a tail it would most definitely be wagging right now. She pounced on Rumi, knocking her onto her back with a hungry kiss. Mira heaved herself onto her side to face them, drinking in the sight of her girls together even as it made the unfulfilled throbbing in her cunt worse. Some things were worth a sacrifice, and watching her girls was certainly one of them. 

Zoey was definitely not as graceful as she usually was, but she made up for the lack of finesse with enthusiasm. It made sense, honestly, considering she had been stuck literally sitting on her hands while watching them for… actually, Mira had no idea how long. She had lost track of time ages ago. 

Rumi moaned into the kiss when Zoey’s hands squeezed at her breasts, thumbs rubbing over her hard nipples. It did bring Mira a little bit of vindication to know Rumi had been feeling needy too while she was tormenting them. 

Rumi grabbed Zoey’s jaw, pushing her out of the kiss. “Zo, I don’t need the foreplay right now,” she groaned. “Trust me when I say I’m ready.”

Zoey gave a dorky two-fingered salute. “Aye-aye, captain,” she said, scooting down Rumi’s body. Mira snorted. It was a real testament to how hot Zoey was that that didn’t kill the mood. Although at this point, Mira knew both she and Rumi were so smitten that even Zoey’s loser behavior was a turn on. 

Zoey made a brief stop to suck a mark onto one of Rumi’s tits, but nobody could blame her for that. Rumi had great tits. Finally, she made it down between Rumi’s legs, spreading them and staring for a moment, licking her lips. “Bon appetite,” she mumbled to herself before diving in. 

Mira couldn’t find the strength to prop herself up enough to see what Zoey was doing, so she instead focused on Rumi’s face. She reached out a shaky hand to touch Rumi’s cheek and gently turned her head so they were facing each other, so close that their foreheads nearly touched. 

She watched the sensations play out on Rumi’s face, the older girl’s brow knitting together in pleasure as her mouth dropped open. “Fuck, good—good job, Zoey, you’re such a good girl,” Rumi choked out, reaching a hand down to grab Zoey’s hair again and rut her hips into the maknae’s face. 

Zoey let out a reedy moan at that, muffled by Rumi in her mouth. She always had been a sucker for praise. Not that Mira really had any ground to stand on in that area either. 

Rumi whined quietly at the vibration of the sound, her eyes fluttering closed. Mira couldn’t hide her sigh of disappointment when Rumi broke their eye contact, but it was far from unenjoyable to watch her expressions, every move from Zoey playing out in vivid detail on Rumi’s face.

The sounds of it were so lewd as well, enough to have Mira clench her thighs together even harder. She could hear how wet Rumi was and how sloppily Zoey was eating her out, not to mention the pleased sounds the smaller girl was making and the muffled whimpers flowing from Rumi’s mouth. 

It didn’t last long, Rumi evidently worked up from tormenting them. Mira watched as she tensed up, coming nearly silently even as her mouth dropped open. She was so beautiful in the throes of her orgasm, her head tossing back and forth as the tendons in her neck strained. 

“Pretty, unnie,” Mira mumbled, lurching closer to press a wet kiss to Rumi’s throat. She felt more than heard the groan Rumi let out at that, the skin vibrating under her lips. 

Rumi slumped into the bed after riding it out (and god, did Mira clench enviously at the thought of being able to actually ride out an orgasm), shoving Zoey’s head away. The rapper scrambled up the bed to curl up on her other side, throwing her arm across Rumi’s waist to grip Mira’s hip. They rested that way for a few minutes until Rumi pulled herself upright with a grunt. Mira’s eyes flew open at the movement, though she wasn’t sure when exactly they had fallen closed.

“Hi, love,” Rumi cooed, cupping Mira’s face. Mira didn’t even try to resist the urge to lean into the touch. “Are you feeling okay?”

She squinted up at Rumi accusingly. “Horny,” she grumbled. “But good, otherwise.”

Rumi just chuckled, pinching Mira’s cheek. “You’ll live,” she replied. Mira couldn’t find it in herself to glare, just pouting up at her with an indignant hmphh.

The leader turned to Zoey next, leaning down to kiss her forehead gently. “You okay, Zo?”

“Also horny,” Zoey echoed. “But honestly, I enjoyed that more than I expected, even though it was also, like, torture to not be able to touch either of you. Are you okay?”

Rumi paused. “I’m good,” she said after a moment of thought. “Just worried I pushed too hard. I’m not, uh, super experienced at… that.”

Mira snorted. “You definitely didn’t act like it,” she muttered, cracking open an eye (again, when had they closed?) to look up at Rumi. “You were a pro. You did great, tiger.”

Rumi had the audacity to blush at that, as though she hadn’t just spent the whole evening destroying them. It was unfair how adorable she was after everything. “Thanks,” she mumbled bashfully. She ran a careful eye over Mira’s sweat soaked, aching body. “We gotta clean up now, baby. Can you stand?”

Mira fixed her with an unimpressed stare. “No,” she deadpanned. “I genuinely can’t feel my legs.”

Rumi couldn’t hide her pride at that. God, her ego was going to be insufferable after this. She moved to get off the bed, but both Mira and Zoey clung to her plaintively. 

“Five more minutes,” Mira mumbled, pulling her back down and tucking herself into Rumi’s neck. She heard Zoey hum an agreement from the other side. 

Rumi giggled. “Fine, five more minutes,” she agreed, wrapping an arm around Mira to stroke her back. 

Mira’s eyelids felt like they were made of concrete, so heavy she had no chance of keeping them up. She could hear Rumi and Zoey chatting as she drifted into sleep, sore and exhausted and painfully, achingly in love. 

Totally worth it.