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‘I can’t believe we ran through the encore twice .” Mira’s hoarse voice spoke first as she stepped through the elevator and into the main room, wiping the sweat-stuck hair off her brow. “I don’t think my legs even work anymore.”
Zoey bounded through the elevator entrance, already bee-lining towards their beloved piece of furniture, her chant only getting louder.
“Couch! Couch! Couch! Hi Derpy!” A small chuff could be heard from behind a corner, and the little plaps of toes on the floor as Derpy retired to whichever room he deemed worthy to nap in.
Rumi was the last from the elevator, more proper in her taking the jacket off and hanging it up. It had been their biggest show in Korea yet - the adrenaline coursing through her veins just now dissipating Mira and Zoey had already slotted themselves together on the couch. Rumi smiled as she saw them sink into each other.
They defeated Gwi-ma three months ago, almost to the day, only growing closer when Rumi was finally able to be honest about her patterns, about her heritage. They had started to date only shortly after. On the surface, very little had changed. But now, behind closed doors, things were different. Three bedrooms had turned into one, movie nights had become date nights, and there wasn’t a single inch of skin the other two hadn’t seen.
It was finally the end of their return tour, their last show before they had some time away from the stage, and Rumi was exhausted. A tired felt down the marrow of her bones. Zoey had already begun to thumb through the titles by the time Rumi came back to herself.
“I’ll grab the makeup wipes. I’m not even going to try to stand up long enough to take this off.” Rumi waved a hand vaguely in their direction before disappearing into the hall. As she grabbed the pack, she could hear Mira talking about how she couldn’t feel her legs. Of course, Mira was also the one that ran around on stage the most.
“Oh! What about this one?” Zoey didn’t stop flipping through the movies when Rumi came back, whichever title she was talking about was already long gone off the screen. “Or, we can watch this one about a murder mystery?” But Zoey still wasn’t stopping, each title swimming across the screen, too fast for Rumi to keep up.
“Zo.” Rumi’s voice behind her gentle, but firm.
“Yeah?” Zoey still didn’t stop the flipping.
“We can’t read them if you don’t stop scrolling.” The package of wipes dropped into Zoey’s lap with a thud.
“Okay! Fair, fair! But there’s too many options!” Zoey giggles, but ultimately does slow down. “Lets just start with this one, then. A romance between a princess and her lover, who..was? Is? A pirate?” Zoey gave a smile while trying to give the synopsis, Mira chuckling. “Something easy, so we’re not up all night!”
“All right. Let’s see who’s still delivering this late.” Mira flicks on her phone screen, facing it towards Rumi as the latter sits down, rolling her head to the side, shimmying herself as close as possible to Mira.
One movie had turned into two, and Rumi had begun to drift off halfway through the last, having curled up against Mira’s side. The rhythm of her breath keeping her lulled. Peace, until it was so rudely interrupted by a shift on the couch, the divot from the threes’ body weight lessened.
“Mmn? Wus going on?” Rumi rubbed at her eyes with a hand, her voice thick with sleep. The light from the credits screen was too much, and she shut her eyes back closed.
“Bathroom.” Zoey nodded towards the hall. “But also, maybe, bedroom? Mira?”
“Yeah.”
“But..couch..” Rumi was already nodding back off. She was too tired to complain.
“The bed’ll be comfier, yeah?” When she felt Mira stand, she grunted. When warm arms wrap around her to lift her up, she spoke.
“Nooo, Mommy-” The words slipped out of Rumi’s mouth. And then,
Silence.
Rumi’s eyes shot wide open. She pulled herself out of Mira’s arms so fast that she toppled over the cushion, rolling onto the floor. She quickly pushed herself to her feet.
Her face had become so flush it had grown several degrees warmer. Her patterns illuminated her embarrassment even further as they glowed a slight pink.
“Did you just call Mira mo-” Zoey had popped her head back in from the hall. Rumi flushed further, face darting towards the woman across the room. She couldn’t see Zoey’s face, but knowing her, there was probably a shit eating grin on her face.
“Nothing? I said nothing. What was what?” Rumi began shuffling towards their bedroom. “You’re so right though, guys! I'm so tired! I’m going to sleep now!” Rumi closed the door, pressing her back to it.
All she could hear over her thundering heart was Mira’s “Tomorrow.”, and running water.
When Mira and Zoey had finally made their way into bed Rumi was burrowed under the covers, back facing the door, stiff as a board. She didn’t want to talk about it, she wanted them to think she was asleep. And they did. Rumi's shoulders lost their tension when she felt Mira’s arm wrap over her side. Rumi released a breath she didn’t know she was holding in, the fatigue finally having her shut her eyes, and falling asleep.
The mid-morning light slipped through the sheer curtains, the smell of coffee wafting throughout the penthouse. Rumi had turned in her sleep, so when her eyes opened, she was facing Mira, who was already sitting up, scrolling on her phone.
“Mmmh…fansign today?” Rumi confirmed, groaning when Mira gave a short nod. Rumi tried to roll back over and will herself to sleep, but the fatigue was gone, replaced with growing excitement. As soon as she realized there was no going back asleep, she let out a long, dramatic sigh.
“Sleep okay?” Mira leaned over to place a kiss on Rumi's forehead. “You were talking in your sleep.”
“...I was?”
“Yeah. Must’ve been a family reunion, or…something about your mother?” Mira spoke softly. Like she was speaking to a frightened animal. “You were calling for your mom.”
“Huh.” Shit. Rumi’s face flushed again, her eyes everywhere but Mira’s face. The tiger-like stripes flashed pink, a colour Rumi knew they recognized. Visible to only them like this, but something about that made it all the more vulnerable. “Sometimes I dream about..what she’d say to me. You know Celine wasn’t the best at the...” Rumi kept her eyes averted, instead rolling herself out of bed, padding over to the closet. “The whole parenting thing.” That part was true. But the stilted way it came out was telling of its validity.
She made it a point to keep her back to Mira, though they both turned their heads when they heard clattering coming from outside. Zoey. Probably, she was rummaging through the fridge and knocked containers over while looking for breakfast. Again.
But even that didn’t save Rumi from Mira.
“I see.” Mira's eyes never left Rumi, piercing.
“..Mall tomorrow morning still?” Rumi tried to divert the conversation again. No luck. Mira just nodded. She saw through Rumi more than she ever imagined someone could do. Rumi scratched at her neck, face still so very heated. “Well!” Rumi clapped her hands together, attempting to dissipate the tension in the room. “The fans wait for nobody. Let's get ready.”
The rest of the morning was a whirlwind. Zoey had eventually managed to throw together enough food to make sure they all had something to eat, and the pot of coffee had already been made, seemingly long before either Rumi nor Mira had gotten up, considering Zoey had already downed half of it. Rumi had dressed herself in something simple. Her classic yellow and black jacket with a white crop-top, the patterns across her body long since grown since the last time she’s worn it.
The first half of the car ride was anything but quiet, Zoey bouncing off of the walls and the concierge playing the top-hits radio, which just happened to include some of their songs. Mira indulged whenever Zoey insisted on singing along to the other songs. Rumi had stayed mostly silent, though, chewing on her lip ever so slightly. Nodding along to the music, but not thinking much of anything.
After an overenthusiastic infomercial for something Rumi completely missed, Zoey tapped on the little partition that separated them and the driver.
“Could you turn the radio down, please?” And almost immediately, the music was at a low hum. She turned towards Rumi. “You’ve been awfully quiet this morning.” She scooched herself as close as the seatbelt would allow, wedging herself against Rumi. “Is this perhaps about.. last night? When you called Mira momm-”
“Oh! Mira already asked me about that actually, the dream I had. Jus–just a dream.” Rumi interrupted, eyes glued to the console in front of them, ears so red they were hot against her head. She saw Zoey and Mira share a look over her hunched shoulders out of the corner of her eye.
“Well..” Zoey spoke once more, softer, quieter, reaching over to put her hand over Rumi's leg. “If it wasn't just a dream, just know we're here for you. ”
Zoey watched Rumi, but she quickly moved on. “Ah - look at that! here we are.” The venue was looming closer to them with every passing second, the sunlight scattered across the large banner, ‘Huntr/x Fansign event!’
The buzz of the crowd that had lined up outside the door went from a low vibration to something overwhelming as Bobby seemingly came from nowhere, enthusiastically throwing the door open for them. His smile, his happiness, infectious.
“Thanks, Bobby!” The three of them chorused, Mira stretching herself through the door. Rumi’s gratitude was louder, more strained, than usual. Her face’s still red. She sped past her bandmate and manager, through the side doors, and right towards the event.
A small group of folding tables gleamed under the warmly lit area ahead, already stacked with neatly arranged markers and albums. Beyond them, the line of fans twisted far down the foyer and out the main door, loud with hundreds of conversations and the occasional excited squeal. Rumi took a breath in, and a breath out. It was the same as every other fansign event. Nothing was new, except for the fact that her girls had caught her in a lie. But that was irrelevant. For the fans.
Mira, Zoey, and Bobby weren’t far behind. Rumi took her seat first, spinning the sharpie pen in her hand.
“Alright, girls,” Bobby said with a grin. “The line’s bigger than ever! For the fans!”
“For the fans!” The girls echoed back as they took their seats, the floodgates opening as fans rushed in.
For lack of a better word, Rumi had been.. avoidant, nearly the entirety of the event. No matter what was happening, Rumi did her best to avoid being near the other two in a way that let them just talk to her. Whether it was walking up to the fans instead of waiting for them altogether, or leaving under the guide of refilling their water, Rumi consistently evaded them.
Rumi’s only mistake was her not drinking any of her own.
Mira had been the first to act, walking up to Rumi with the water bottle in hand, waiting until she was done talking to a fan before speaking. Mira shoves the water bottle into Rumi's hands, her piercing stare intense - a frustration that came from care, rather than annoyance.
“You haven’t been drinking water.” a statement, not a question. If Mira had tried to leave any room for denial, Rumi would have taken it. And Mira knew better than that. “It won’t kill you to take a sip.”
“Not yet, I still have a few more people to greet,” Rumi said, placing the water bottle back onto her table, a little harder than necessary. “Maybe later.” Rumi spoke in a low voice, quickly turning back towards an approaching fan, wrapping her hand around their shoulder, and giving a big smile for a selfie. Mira smiled, grabbing an extra marker and signing a poster for them. This repeated several times over.
Once the next set of fans had left, Mira turned back to Rumi. She took the pen from Rumi's hand, dropping it on the table, replacing it with the water bottle, a glint in her eye as she brought herself closer to Whisper in Rumi's ear.
“Why don’t you drink your water for mommy, hmm?”
Rumi's face flushed as she quickly chugged down half the bottle and shoved it back into Miras’ hands, a nervous laughter pushing itself out of her mouth while she glared. She was thankful for the makeup, the concealer hiding what must have been a cherry-red face. Mira smirked.
She nudged Mira back to her seat before once again taking her own, and, when she looked over at them, Zoey and Mira were whispering to themselves.
** **
The early evening light scattered across the penthouse floor from their windows, illuminating everything in range. Rumi let a large breath loose as she flopped onto the couch. Jinu’s familiars were nowhere to be found, most likely phasing throughout town.
The quiet only lasted a little, though, as Mira and Zoey flanked her sides, their expressions serious. Intense.
“...Hi?” Rumi gave a nervous grin. The sweat was pooling down her neck. The floor immediately became the most interesting thing, the wood grain flowing in mesmerising patterns and-
“Rumi, what’s going on?” Mira’s voice came first. Rumi tensed.
“Yeah! I mean, we were busy with the fans and everything, but you didn't even look at me when I was trying to make silly faces at you!” Zoey chimed in. Despite keeping her distance, the tension rolled off of her in waves, pricking Rumi's skin.
“I was just off my game today!” Rumi forced out. “I–I didn’t get much sleep last night.”
“We have to talk about this, Rumi.” Zoey cuts in. “You’ve been avoiding us all day. Changing the subject. What’s wrong?” Rumi looked over. It was a mistake. Zoey's chocolate brown eyes were wide and glistening, like a sad puppy. Shit.
“It was a dream. It was a dream. Mira’s stunt was just…” Rumi tried to convince them, but was lost on her own words. There was no lying about her reaction.
“You know we won’t judge... ” Rumi tried to move her eyes back to the floor to avoid making eye contact, but Zoey had already slipped in between Rumi's lap, looking up at her with those wide, pleading eyes."We need you to be honest, Rumi. How can we know what you’re thinking, if you don’t tell us?”
Rumi remained silent, trying to gather up the courage to verbalise what she was thinking. Breaths came heavy as she tried to focus. They knew of her odd relationship with Celine. Not quite mother, but the closest thing she had. What would they think of her, if that’s who they associated the title with? What if-
“Come on, Mommy’s waiting for you to tell the truth.” Zoey’s voice remained soft as she dragged Rumi out of her spiral, biting her lip to stifle a smile. All thoughts slipped right out of her head, instead she gazed down at Zoey. The soft wrinkle of her eyelids, her dimples. The way she was looking up at Rumi, almost reverent.
When Mira grasped her jaw with a gentle hand, she followed. Lost in Mira’s eyes, Rumi’s shoulders dropped, and her breath evened out.
“It,” a heavy breath, “wasn’t a dream. I actually did…that.”
“Good girl.” Mira purrs out, voice drenched in arousal as her hand slides lower, disappearing down the waistband of Rumi's skirt. “You deserve a reward for being so honest, don’t you think?”
“Ah-hh,” Rumi shifted against the back of the couch, grabbing the arm currently manoeuvring its way into her panties. She didn’t move it, though, only holding. Looking at Mira. The desire shining in her eyes, wet and wanting.
“Is that a yes?” Zoey shuffled herself closer until she was between Rumi’s legs, pelvis flush against the cushion, her hands resting on Rumi’s legs, thumbs rubbing small circles on the larger patterns decorating her thighs, exposed from her outfit.
Mira stroked Rumi's sex absent-mindedly through her panties, fingers rubbing back and forth, but not exactly touching anywhere that Rumi wanted. No added pressure, just…rubbing. Rumi fumbled with her words, her grip on Mira’s arm tightening, her hips shifting, humping at Mira’s hand. When Mira’s hand left, the humping continued, though it became subdued. Rumi creased her brows.
“You know better than that. Tell us what you need.” Mira’s hand was holding itself still on Rumi’s skirt. So close, and yet so far.
“Please more?” Rumi hadn’t stopped moving entirely, her throbbing clit still making her hips jut with every beat.
“Please, who?”
“Wha- oh .” Rumi squirmed under the scrutiny of her partners. A little light show, Rumi's patterns flickered. Embarrassment, arousal, and a myriad of other tells flashing across them. Her hips had stopped. She covered her eyes with her arm, leaning back, too nervous to even glance. “Please. M-mommy?” Rumi’s face was hot, the flush reaching her chest.
“Aw, that wasn’t so hard, was it? Let us make you feel good.” Zoey reached forward, unzipping Rumi’s leather skirt, humming when Rumi lifted herself enough for them and her panties to be pulled down her legs. Mira shifted closer, and closer, wrapping her arm around behind her neck, the one that was on her thigh now splayed on her stomach to tease. Sliding, sliding, sliding down and squeezing between Rumi’s legs.
“Spread your legs.” Mira commanded, and Rumi did so fast that it pushed her legs out, shoving Zoey back. “Oh? You like it when mommy tells you what to do?” Mira applied more pressure to Rumi’s sex, using her palm to rub against her swollen clit while dipping her fingers in the wetness between Rumi’s legs. It slicked against thighs, her ass, the couch. “Ah.”
Zoey slips Rumi's bottoms off the rest of the way, dropping them on the floor beside her before scooching as close as possible once more, leaning in so her breath puffs against the apex of Rumi’s thighs.
“Answer her.” Zoey blew air onto Rumi’s cunt, causing Rumi’s legs to quake and her hips to jump.
“Yes, I like it! Please, pleasepleasepleaseplea-” Rumi's voice caught in the back of her throat when Mira took her hand off of Rumi's groin. Again. “What?!” She squeaked, mind half-gone, eyes shiny with unfelled tears. Mira placed her slick-wet hand on Rumi's stomach, applying just enough pressure to stop her lower half from lifting from the couch when she tried to move.
“You like what, baby?”
Rumi attempted to scoff, but it came out like more of a whine, a half-assed roll of her eyes as she tried to shift closer, to no avail. Zoey' s hands were on her legs, keeping them open.
“When…when you tell me what to do?”
Mira hummed in acknowledgement.
She returned her hand to where Rumi wanted it oh-so-badly, not bothering to work her up anymore, and instead entering Rumi with two fingers.
“There you go.” Rumi whined when Mira began to move, moving her hips in time with Mira’s thrusts.
Zoey continued to keep her face close, watching with rapt attention the way Rumi's pussy squelched with every little movement. A scrutiny that made Rumi whine.
“Zoeeeyyyyy.” Rumi’s head had rolled back, but her eyes were on the brunette, heady and heavy. “Please.” Zoey brought her hand over Rumi’s mound, rubbing her thumb over Rumi's clit in tight, hard circles as Mira continued to pump.
What seemed to be only a minute later, Rumi's hips were stuttering, her legs shaking as she thrust uselessly, back and forth into the couch. Mira and Zoey both kept their pace, Not taking her away from the edge, but not pushing her over it, either.
“Aw, you gonna cum?” Mira’s voice was hot in her ear. "You're gonna cum for us?"
“Yes! Yes, yes, please, let me cum! Please! Mommy!” The whine was loud, ringing in her own ears.
“Then cum for me, princess.” Mira pressing her fingers up into the spongey patch in Rumi’s pussy.
Rumi groaned as her hips shook, legs stuttering and squeezing Zoey between them, though that didn’t stop the motions on her clit. Once Rumi's pleasure turned to throbbing aftershocks, both Mira and Zoey removed her hands, wiping Rumi's wetness onto her thighs.
Rumi flopped to the side, leaning against Mira, releasing Zoey when there was a set of taps on her legs. She mentioned something about food - ‘to make sure our good girl was fed’. As soon as Zoey had left the room, Rumi’s eyes slipped closed, her breath heavy and relaxed.
“You did so good for us, Rumi.” Mira’s Voice was under water, the waves of post-orgasmic bliss subduing any embarrassment she would usually have. She was rubbing Rumi’s cheek, her other one splayed over her stomach as she sank back against the couch, taking Rumi with her in her arms.
“Awwww, look at her. She’s so dead to the world.” Rumi’s eyes opened when she heard Zoey’s voice. She sat on the couch, one leg crossed over the cushion, a container with sliced kimbap in her hand. “Open up, Ru.” The brunette held a slice in front of her. Rumi leaned forward, bumping her face into the food and opening her mouth, the lazy bite only taking off a portion of the piece of kimbap. Zoey held her hand under the piece, catching the rice that had fallen out, and wiping her finger to catch the stray grain that was on Rumi’s lips.
Rumi ate the first piece slowly, and then the second, until she was half asleep with only one bite left of the third. Zoey's hand had gone back and forth between the digits holding the food and Rumi's face, and was currently affixed to the latter. Warm, comforting, safe.
“Come on, baby, one more bite, for me.”
Rumi's head lolled off of Miras’ shoulder, instead leaning heavily onto Zoey’s hand, wrapping her lips around the final bite, her teeth catching against Zoey's fingertips.
Rumi looked up towards Zoey, sucking a rice grain right off of her hand with a wet pop. When she swallowed, she shifted over, just a few centimeters, so her head was now placed in the junction of Zoey’s neck, though an arm was still holding onto Mira, loose and lazy. Gripping her sleeve with no muscle. Just wanting to hold.
“You did so well, such a good girl for us, Rumi.” Zoey adjusted so Rumi could snuggle in further, taking her hand away from Mira and instead wrapping it around Zoey, grabbing onto the back of her top.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
Rumi rubbed her face into the crook of Zoey’s neck. She felt Zoey stiffen, but paid it no mind. It was short-lived, anyways, and Zoey brought her hand to Rumi’s scalp.
“Daddy's very proud of you for eating all of your snacks. Such a good girl for us,” she praised, moving from scratching to gently sifting through Rumi's hair. The latter simply hummed. Rumi nodded, sluggish, her breath warm on Zoey's neck.