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Mira was angry. Angry in a way she had gotten much, much better at avoiding in the last ten years. Angry in a way that now really only happened for one reason: her family. 

It felt like no matter what she did, how far away from them she got, there was no escape. Mostly it was just in her head, but sometimes, it was impossible to avoid seeing them. 

Well, that wasn’t exactly right. Mira could have avoided this, but every so often, she was overcome by the old childhood hope that things might be different this time. And somehow, every time she was wrong, it stung just the same.

This time had been no different, of course. It had started with a text message from her brother. He was the only one who Mira hadn’t blocked at this point, unable to cut the last thread tying her to the family of her birth. She acted like she didn’t need them, and on most days, it felt like the truth. She had accomplished so much in spite of them.

But there was still part of her that wanted them to accept her, to love her. Her therapist said that was normal and might never go away, but Mira didn’t understand the point of her idiotic mind holding onto that hope when her family had proven time and time again that it wouldn’t happen. 

You thought you found a family? You don’t deserve one. You never have.

Mingyu’s text had been short: “I heard that your group is doing well. We want you to come home for Chuseok. It’s been a long time.”

But even in those three sentences, there were more crumbs of affection than Mira had gotten in years. Usually, her family never mentioned HUNTR/X. Sure, there wasn’t a ‘congratulations,’ or a ‘good job,’ just a positive sentiment expressed as blandly as possible, but it was something. And more than that, he had said they wanted Mira to come home. They never said that.

It was always “You should come home,” or “You need to visit,” usually accompanied by something about how ungrateful she was or how never visiting made people in their circle talk, how it wasn’t good for appearances. But this time, Mingyu said they wanted her to visit. 

The elation from that realization dulled the voice in Mira’s mind that reminded her of every other time that she had given them a chance only to be hurt again. This time was different. They wanted Mira, wanted her to come home.

Of course, Mira had tried to keep her expectations low, to brace herself for disappointment, but that little bead of hope couldn’t be extinguished.

Rumi and Zoey had been concerned, for obvious reasons. It must be frustrating for them, watching Mira go through this cycle every few years. The hope, the crash, the all-consuming anger. It wasn’t fair of her to keep putting them through this, making them deal with her sadness and her rage, the way she couldn’t help getting snappy and mean to hide the hurt.

After all, at this point, wasn’t it more her fault than her family’s? They were what they were and that wasn’t going to change. Mira was the one who kept going back to them expecting things to be different. Mira was the one choosing to let herself be hurt over and over again, out of some childish idea that her family should love her. 

You thought you found a fa-

Mira hit the punching bag in front of her harder as Gwi-Ma’s words echoed in her mind, paying no attention to how her wrapped knuckles stung. She needed to drown it out, to drown it all out. She had already danced until her toes bled through her pointe shoes and it didn’t help, so she had moved on to boxing. 

She ignored how the voice in her head was starting to sound less like her own and more like another, one that had haunted her mind for her entire life, telling her what a disappointment she was.

Really, the best thing would be for Mira to fight with someone. When she was in school, this is when she would pick a fight with a bully, whichever boy twice her size had decided to be an asshole to someone weaker than them that day. She liked to go for the big ones, not just to see their faces when they got destroyed by a girl, but also because when they landed hits, the hits hurt the way she needed them to.

When Mira was old enough, she would make this feeling go away by going to an underground boxing ring, fighting for money that she didn’t want. She never took the spoils, leaving them for the other fighters who actually might need the money. 

But she loved it for the same reason: she could fight as hard as she wanted, let out all the rage and hurt and self-hatred bubbling under her skin. The hits she took made her feel alive, cutting through the emptiness she always made look like apathy. They also felt like penance for whatever was wrong with her, whatever it was that made her family unable to love her, the reason that-

You don’t deserve one.

She knew that what would help her most right now was sparring, real, all-out sparring, but she would never do that while she was like this. Mira had already held her blade to Rumi, turned her back on Zoey… what if she hurt them again? What if she lost control? 

“Honestly, Mira, when will you realize what’s best for you? We saw the video of you at the Idol Awards. Really, I’m not surprised that you’re somehow making it all implode. You’re out of control, you always have been.”

“Shut up,” Mira muttered aloud, the words feeling louder than they were as they echoed in the empty room. 

Maybe it was because she had been more hopeful than usual. Maybe it was because she had opened the door to Gwi-Ma that night all those months ago, and even now that he was gone, it couldn’t be closed again. Maybe it was because her own actions on the night of the Idol Awards had proven her parents right. Whatever the reason, this visit hit Mira harder than any had before.

“I doubt your group will last too much longer now that you’ve shown them your true colors. What was it you said to me last time? That you loved them? That didn’t look a lot like love, Mira. That looked like losing control. That looked like when you were fourteen and broke your brother’s nose because he startled you. I’m sure you thought you would never hurt them, either.”

Mira flinched at the memory of her mother’s words. She sped up the tempo of her strikes, ignoring the protests of her tired muscles and the feeling of warm blood dripping from her hands. 

Her mother only spoke so openly after a few glasses of wine, usually choosing to hide her barbs under fake kindness so nobody could call out her cruelty. Mira hadn’t seen it since she was a teenager. 

Her mother also didn’t usually bring up the incident with Mingyu. To her, it was a source of shame for their family, yet more proof that they didn’t have their violent, angry problem child under control. To Mira, it was one of the worst memories of her life. 

You never have.

She remembered it more clearly than she wanted to, even after ten years. Her relationship with Mingyu had been getting increasingly more strained as he changed from the empathetic, protective brother of her childhood to the splitting image of their father: distant, cold, and uninterested.

At the time, though, he was still kind to Mira, the only one in her family who was. He didn’t stand up for her like he used to, didn’t protect her, but he still came to her dance recitals, even if he had started echoing her father’s sentiment that it was time for her to focus on school more than dance. 

It was after one of those recitals that it happened. Mira had been given a solo in addition to being allowed to dance with the older, more advanced girls and she was rambling to Mingyu about it happily. He was one of the few people who she allowed to see her joy, excitement, passion. 

Mira had gotten mad because he had obviously stopped listening to her, sitting on his bed and staring at his phone with a frown. When she had snapped at him playfully to pay attention to her, he had gotten annoyed. 

“Come on, Mira,” he’d said with an eye roll. “I’ve heard it all before anyways, you say the same things after all your recitals. I’m trying to do something important here.”

Mira had tried to brush off the hurt, figuring he was probably just stressed. “Yeah, like what? What could be more important than this?” Her tone was still light.

Mingyu had not taken it lightly, though. “School, Mira! You know, that thing you blow off for your stupid dance practices.”

After that, Mira had been mad for real. “Fuck off! Don’t call my dancing stupid.” 

“Why are you so angry? You have to have realized by now that dance isn’t going to get you anywhere, no matter how ‘good for your age’ your teachers say you are,” Mingyu had scoffed, still not looking up from his phone. “And don’t swear, it makes you sound like a thug.”

Mira had been seething. Mingyu had started to express sentiments like this recently, but he had never been so dismissive of her. She’d felt the same twitching anger under her skin then as she felt now, begging for an outlet.

Mira had tried to calm herself down, really. She had tried to use the anger management techniques her long string of childhood therapists had taught her, she had tried to just let it go. But she hadn't been able to help throwing in one last barb. 

“You’re such an asshole. You sound just like Dad. I never expected you to be as pathetic as he is.” Mira had tried to leave, after that. She had turned herself around, ready to march out of Mingyu’s room and silently cry into her pillow. But Mingyu hadn’t taken kindly to being called pathetic. 

“I said don’t swear. And you know what, maybe Dad is right! He’s been talking about stopping your dance classes, maybe I should tell him I think it’s a good idea. He’ll listen to me, you know he will. You have to grow up eventually, Mira,” her brother said, audibly angry now.

That had made Mira panic. She knew she couldn’t survive that house, that life, without dance. Still, she’d kept walking, flipping Mingyu off on the way. She had assured herself that it was a bluff, that her brother wouldn’t do that. He knew how much she needed to dance, he had to. 

Mingyu wasn’t done though. He had raised his voice, getting off the bed and over to Mira in a flash. “Don’t fucking walk away from me Mira!” he had said, hypocrite that he was, grabbing her shoulder hard.

Then Mira had really panicked. She’d been terrified already that he was going to get her father to take her out of her dance classes, and when he had grabbed her hard enough to bruise, she had just snapped. Not even out of anger. Out of fear.

When she got in fights at school, even if her opponent was far bigger than her, they had no skill, no grace, only force. But Mingyu… Mingyu had a black belt in Taekwondo, a foot and a hundred pounds on Mira, and a look in his eyes that Mira had only ever seen right before the pain of a hit. 

She had hurled herself at him without ever making the decision to do so, panicked and terrified and furious. The next thing she remembered clearly was being pulled off of Mingyu and seeing blood everywhere and fear on his face. 

“What the fuck, Mira? What’s wrong with you?” His voice had shaken as he spoke, hand still clutched to his bleeding face. For a moment, it felt good, the power, the authority. But then, reality sank in, and Mira had broken in a way that she wasn’t sure she had ever recovered from. 

Because Mira, despite her anger issues, despite her aggression, had one rule, one rule that she stuck to, to make sure she never became a monster. Mira only hurt people who wouldn’t hesitate or struggle to do the same to her. And Mingyu, despite being an asshole and bruising Mira’s shoulder painfully, wouldn’t have hurt her the way she had just hurt him.

The rest of that night was a blur. Mira had heard a lot of things that she’d heard hundreds of times before, but for the first time she had believed them. Because before, when her parents told her she was out of control, she had known it wasn’t true. Maybe they couldn’t control her, but Mira had always thought she was in control of herself. She got into fights because she wanted to, because they felt good, because they made her parents pay attention, not because she couldn’t help herself.

The Mira of present day scoffed as she hit harder and harder. Despite her mother’s cruelty, she wasn’t wrong. Mira had sworn to herself that she would never hurt Rumi or Zoey. But she'd done it anyway. She’d broken her rule again, twice more, even if it wasn’t with her fists. She liked to think she had grown a lot in the years she’d been with her girls, but maybe Mira was still just that scared kid, hitting first to keep from being hit, hurting people she loved because she wasn’t in control.

You thought you found a family? You’ve barely been a member of this family for years, Mira, and it’s clear that you still aren’t willing to act like it anyways. I want you to leave before the ancestor rites. You have fifteen minutes.

Her mother’s words combined with Gwi-Ma’s in a dizzying spiral. The anger just wouldn’t go away, half at her family and half at herself.

Mira screamed in frustration, punching the bag with every ounce of strength she had, before a hand grasped her wrist, pulling her away. But right now, Mira’s nervous system was on high alert, incredibly reactive. She instinctively threw her out her hand as she whirled around, catching her attacker in the chest and knocking them away.

Don’t fucking walk away from me Mira!

The haze of Mira’s anger cleared enough for her to see Zoey clutching her hand to her chest, rubbing as she tried to catch her breath after the strike to her sternum. Rumi was next to her, looking between Mira and Zoey with concern. 

In her daze, Mira had completely forgotten they were spending Chuseok at the apartment this year instead of with Celine. She hadn’t even greeted them when she got home, just dropped her bags in the living room, changed, and went straight to the dance studio then the gym.

“Shit. I’m so sorry, Zo, I was just surprised. Are you okay? Oh my God, please be okay. I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Mira rambled in a panic. She reached out to the younger girl before yanking her hand back. She didn’t deserve the comfort of touch after she had hurt Zoey, again.

What the fuck, Mira? What’s wrong with you?

“I’m fine, babe,” Zoey said after another second. “You didn’t even hit me that hard, really. I was mostly just stunned. It barely hurts.” She tried to step towards Mira, but the dancer backed herself further into the corner of the room, shaking her head. She didn’t trust herself to be near them right now. 

“Please leave,” Mira said shakily. She could feel the anger biting at her, the urge to say something cruel just to drive them away, to make somebody else hurt like she did. “I don’t-you can’t be here right now.”

You thought you had a family? You’re out of control, you always have been. You don’t deserve one.

Zoey and Rumi exchanged a worried look before both stepping a little closer. “I don’t know if you should be alone right now, love,” Rumi replied. “And I would really like to look at your hands.”

Mira followed the gaze to her bloody knuckles, dark red leaking through all the layers of wrapping. “I’ll do it. I can bandage them myself.”

“Mira, please,” Zoey said, looking at her with puppy eyes she knew her girlfriend couldn’t resist. 

The taller girl sighed, sinking to the floor and knocking her head back against the wall, hard. In a second, Rumi was next to her, cradling the back of her skull protectively. “Please don’t do that.”

Mira just nodded, trying to push down the restlessness under her skin that was yet to ease up. She held out her hands for Rumi wordlessly. Rumi took the first aid kit Mira hadn’t even noticed Zoey holding, quickly cleaning and bandaging the dancer’s knuckles. One of the benefits of being a Hunter was accelerated healing, so the cuts would probably clear up in just a few hours. 

You never have. Really, I’m not surprised that you’re somehow making it all implode.

Mira pushed herself to her feet and walked out of the room as soon as Rumi was done, trying to ignore her girlfriends calling her name behind her. She felt like a ticking time bomb, and she didn’t want to catch them in the inevitable explosion. Still, she couldn’t quite bring herself to just leave them like this. 

Mira paused outside the threshold of the gym. “Just for today, okay? I just need a day. Then I’ll be better,” she said quietly, not turning around to look at them.

It was already almost midnight, so Mira showered in water that was too hot and threw herself carelessly into a bed that felt too cold. She already knew she wouldn’t sleep; she wasn’t good at sleeping by herself anymore, even without the frustration and anger still suffusing her body. 

“Stop looking at me like that, Mira. It’s not my fault you act like a wild animal. I’m just telling you the truth. I’m sure your little ‘girlfriends’ are just too scared of you to be honest. After all, who knows what you could do?”

—

The morning was no better. Mira had managed about two hours of sleep, but she felt about the same as if she hadn’t slept at all. She felt like an animal in a cage of her own making, keeping herself from breaking through the intangible bars with only her own willpower. She could feel the thread of her restraint fraying. 

She avoided leaving her room, knowing that would mean walking into a conversation she didn’t want to have. Mira knew she would end up saying something she didn’t mean. God, she was like a beaten shelter dog, snapping at the hand trying to feed her out of fear that it would change to a fist.

You thought you found a family? 

Mira tried everything she could to work the feeling out of her system. Nothing helped. If anything, it got worse. She wanted to hit something. She hated herself for wanting to hit something. 

“It’s not like we’re asking that much of you, Mira. You’ve always been so selfish, no matter who gets hurt. Besides, do you really think you should stay with them? Haven’t you already done enough? They’d be better off with you. Little monster.”

The dancer’s spiraling was interrupted by a knock on her door. Her time to hide had run out, it seemed.

Mira opened the door stiffly, wordlessly letting Rumi and Zoey into the room and following them to sit on the bed. For a few minutes nobody spoke, her girlfriends probably hoping she would initiate. They were so lovely about letting Mira go at her own pace, but she just couldn’t bring herself to make a sound.

“So,” Zoey finally said, breaking the weight of the silence. “You aren’t supposed to be home yet. Do you want to talk about what happened?”

Mira shook her head, then nodded. She couldn’t open her mouth. She didn’t know what would come out. But she wanted them to know. She hated keeping secrets.

Rumi and Zoey exchanged a look. “Do you want to try writing it down if you’re having trouble talking right now?” the older girl asked gently.

Mira wanted to accept the offer, but her pride wouldn’t let her admit it. She was in control. She could just talk. It was fine. And she owed them an answer, given how they were coddling her right now.

You don’t deserve one. 

The dancer cleared her throat roughly. “Wanted me to go on a date with some guy for one of Abeoji’s business deals. I said no. She made me leave before the ancestor rites,” she admitted quietly.

“Oh, Mira, I’m so sorry,” Rumi sighed. “Is there anything we can do?”

“I want to spar, but I don’t want to hurt you. I’m too angry right now. Out of-out of control,” Mira mumbled.

“Did they say that to you? That you’re out of control?” Zoey guessed, fists clenching. Mira nodded helplessly. 

“What else did they say?” the maknae asked, voice tight.

“They saw the Idol Awards. They saw that I… I hurt you. She said you’re both probably too scared of me to tell me the truth about what I am because I could hurt you again. She said I’m like a wild animal, a monster.” Mira knew the words were coming out of her mouth, but she didn’t even feel like it was her speaking. It was like her thoughts were just spilling out, too messy to contain.

“They’re wrong, Mira. It wasn't even you on stage,” Rumi said firmly. “You are far from a monster. We aren’t scared of you at all. We love you. We trust you.”

Mira shook her head slowly. “You don’t get it. They’re right. I wasn't the one on stage, but I broke still my rule that night. I can’t hurt you again,” she said thickly, giving up on trying to be composed.

You never have. After all, who knows what you could do?

Her girlfriends only grew more concerned. “Breathe, love. We know you’re not going to hurt us,” Zoey cooed, trying to soothe her.

“How?” Mira grit out, digging her nails into her palm. “You especially!” she exclaimed, standing up and whirling to face Rumi. “I already pointed my gok-do at you. I didn’t-how can you trust me when I was going to hurt you?”

“Mira, we’ve talked about this. You were scared and confused. I already forgave you for it, you just need to forgive yourself,” Rumi said softly. “And besides, we both know that even though you pointed it at me, you were never going to use it.”

That was true. Mira knew, had known even at the time, that she wouldn’t actually be able to use her weapon on Rumi. She held up her blade because she just didn’t know what else to do.

“I want to spar with you if it’ll help,” Rumi continued. “I know you. I trust you. And if something goes wrong, Zoey can step in. Even you can’t take both of us, love.”

Mira hesitated, but still shook her head. “I’m too angry-I don’t want to hurt you,” she murmured. “I just… I can’t make them go away. The things that she said to me.”

A family? What was it you said to me last time? That you loved them?

“Okay,” Rumi began, standing up and stepping closer. “So you don’t want to spar. Do you want to play instead? Me and Zo can help you work off some energy and you won’t have to be in control. We can do it for you.”

Now that was an interesting proposal. Mira was no longer embarrassed to admit that she loved it when her girls turned her brain off, let her be theirs without any need to be strong or tough. Her resolve was wavering, but she made one final protest, flushing as she spoke. “It would help, but I’m not really sure that I can… y’know, let go today.”

“Don’t worry, baby. You know we can handle you being bratty if that’s what you need,” Zoey purred from her seat on the bed, sending a shiver through Mira’s body.

When Mira didn’t agree immediately, Rumi pulled back, making sure to catch her eyes. “Color?” the older girl asked quietly.

“Green. It’s… going to be a fight, today, though,” Mira said after another second of thought, looking at the floor in embarrassment.

That didn’t look a lot like love, Mira. 

Rumi’s soft smile turned predatory. “I look forward to it.”

Mira’s eyes narrowed, seeing the intention in Rumi’s expression. She braced herself, just managing to keep Rumi from tackling her to the floor. She hadn’t even seen the half-demon move, just knew her well enough to know what she would do.

The dancer bounced lightly on her feet, keeping her eyes on Rumi as the singer circled her slowly. There was an unspoken agreement that if they were going to play, they would have to catch Mira first. 

Rumi lunged again, Mira darting out of her path just fast enough to get out of her way, so close she felt the rush of air as the older girl flew past her. She felt the adrenaline of a fight, the focus and rush and the singleminded desire to throw herself at her opponent with all she had. She didn’t let herself fight back, but it was almost enough to just feel the thrill of the fight even if she was only dodging.

That looked like losing control. 

Her mother’s words made Mira falter just long enough for Rumi to sweep her legs out from under her and pin her facedown on the floor. Zoey stared at them with interest. She always got a bit hot and bothered watching Rumi and Mira spar.

“Enjoying the show?” the dancer snarked, not quite ready to submit. She could already feel the heat building in her body from being pinned like this, but she was never one to give up without a fight. It made what followed that much sweeter.

“Well, I was,” Zoey said with a theatrical pout, “but then one of my lovely girlfriends started being a real brat.”

Her condescending faux sweetness made Mira’s hips twitch against the ground humiliatingly.

“She liked that, Zo,” Rumi chuckled, letting Mira thrash in her hold for a few more moments before tightening her thighs around the pink-haired girl’s sides to limit her movements. “Are you ready to let us take care of you, baby?”

Mira hadn’t lost her defiance yet, but there wasn’t much she could do in this position anyways, so she would have to bide her time. She nodded, faking reluctance. 

It’s not my fault you act like a wild animal.

“Okay,” Rumi said. “If you’re sure you’re ready to be good, I’ll let you up.”

Mira’s eyes narrowed minutely. She wasn’t sure if Rumi had believed her ruse or not. She could be asking as a genuine check in, or she could be asking to give Mira another chance to correct the lie. Either way, in for a penny, in for a pound. “Yes,” Mira replied. “Let me up.” Short and sweet.

“Manners, sweetheart,” Zoey cut in sharply. “You know better.” 

Mira really should’ve expected that one. Of course they could tell she wasn’t really ready, and Zoey was well aware that she wouldn’t be able to bring herself to beg until she was truly broken.

Mira stayed stubbornly silent. Zoey sighed with put-upon disappointment, but Mira knew the younger girl relished earning her submission. “Now, now, baby. We don’t lie to each other anymore.”

I’m just telling you the truth.

In a flash, her world was upended as she was thrown over Rumi’s shoulder.

Mira wriggled and kicked as much as she could, but she was helpless against Rumi’s iron grip. She tried not to focus on how the evidence of her girlfriend’s strength made liquid heat pool in her stomach. 

I’m sure your little ‘girlfriends’ are just too scared of you to be honest.

Rumi completely ignored her struggling, casually walking over the bed and perching herself on the edge, laying Mira gently over her lap and pinning her kicking legs under one thigh. Zoey scooted up next to her, positioning Mira’s torso across her own lap and holding her wrists crossed behind her back. 

Mira had already been helpless against Rumi’s demonic strength, but now, pinned by the two of them, she was completely unable to move. 

After all, who knows what you could do?

It didn’t stop her from trying, though, throwing her weight around as much as she could in hopes of loosening her girlfriends’ grip on her. She needed them to make her submit, to show her that they weren’t scared of her, that they wanted her even with all her ugly anger. It felt so good to be able to just let out all of the rage and hurt and fight and know that they could take it and hold it for her. 

Do you really think you should stay with them? Haven’t you done en-

The words were cut off by the slap of Rumi’s hand against her ass, not hard, but with enough strength for the sound of the impact to echo through the room. The half-demon gently rubbed the spot she had hit, soothing the ache.

“Stay here with us, sweetheart,” Zoey cooed. “It’ll feel good, I promise. Well, after it hurts a little.” 

Mira said nothing, still too angry and stubborn to yield. She waited for another strike, but nothing came, Rumi’s hand maintaining its slow, gentle circles against her skin. 

Little monster. You thought you found a family?

“Well?” the dancer snapped finally, unable to take the anticipation. “Are you going to do something or is your plan to just keep me pinned until I get so bored I fall asleep?” She purposefully goaded them, trying to prompt them into doing something to make it all go away. 

“Impatient,” Rumi tutted. Still, it seemed Mira’s prodding had worked, because Rumi released her legs for just long enough to tug down her shorts, leaving her panties on but tugging them upwards so that the fabric was tight against the shape of her pussy, a slightly darker spot already clear on the fabric.

Rumi cocked a brow. “You enjoying this, baby?” She ghosted her fingers against the damp patch, so lightly Mira could barely feel it.

They’d be better off without you.

Mira wasn’t even close to far gone enough to accept the smugness in her tone without a fight. “You’re not really doing anything worth enjoying, so I’m not sure why you’re acting so cocky,” she growled.

“Watch it,” the singer said, voice dangerous. She was getting ruffled, Mira could tell. Which meant just a little more attitude would get her what she wanted. But pushing too much probably wouldn’t have the best outcome for her either. 

Mira kicked her legs experimentally, trying to displace herself from where she was pinned in her girlfriends’ laps. When it did nothing, she started fighting Rumi’s grip harder, thrashing like caught prey, which she was, in a way. They just let her struggle, Rumi still rubbing her ass serenely like she didn’t have her feral cat of a girlfriend throwing her weight around in her lap. 

Screw it, Mira decided when the thrashing did nothing, might as well go all in. She turned her head slightly into Zoey’s thigh, preparing herself before biting her girlfriend’s leg, hard. Not hard enough to really injure her, but definitely enough to feel it. 

“Goddamnit!” Zoey shrieked, flinching at the pain. A minute later she burst into fond laughter, putting her spare hand in Mira’s hair and scratching her scalp softly. The dancer relaxed into the feeling, pushing into her girlfriend’s touch. “Brat,” Zoey murmured without any heat.

Suddenly, the maknae’s grip turned painful, yanking Mira’s head up from the roots of hair and forcing her back into a harsh curve. “Count, sweetheart,” Zoey said, deceptively casual.

Rumi’s hand came down on Mira’s ass hard, shocking her into stillness. “Shit,” Mira grunted, the word practically forced out of her by the power of the strike.

She refused to count, fighting the urge to stick out her tongue childishly. Zoey didn’t seem at all unhappy at the disobedience. If anything, her wicked grin widened as she released Mira’s head. “That’s fine. They just won’t count until you’re ready to behave.”

It’s not my fault you act like a wild animal.

Her words were punctuated by another firm spank from Rumi, this time landing on the other cheek. Mira hissed, sucking in air through her teeth. Damn, Rumi could hit hard. Again, her hand stayed in place, rubbing out the sting.

“Still no?” the older girl asked mildly. 

“Fuck off,” Mira hissed.

“Okay. No skin off our backs. Just the skin off your ass,” Zoey said with a shrug.

Rumi groaned. “That was so bad, Zo, really.”

Mira didn’t really have time to think about how awful the joke was, because it was at that moment that Rumi started spanking her in earnest. She alternated cheeks, the sting compounding until Mira couldn’t help but squirm desperately, trying to push into the strikes and away at the same time. She could feel her cunt responding to the pain, swelling with need until it was aching almost as much as her abused ass.

Her skin was so hot it felt like it was glowing. Every spank forced a whimper out of her mouth, but still Mira stubbornly clung onto her resistance. She needed them to break her down fully, to just make her stop thinking. She was getting closer to that point, hips unconsciously jerking against Rumi’s thighs in search of friction with each hit. Time blurred, measured only by the rhythmic impact of Rumi’s palm and the growing ache that was drowning out the noise in her mind.

It wasn’t until Rumi shifted her target to Mira’s tender sit-spots nearly twenty spanks later that the dancer’s composure finally broke, Mira crying out as she kicked her feet helplessly. “Color?” Zoey asked quietly, pulling back when Mira replied with a quiet green.

“There we go,” Rumi cooed. “So much better. Now count.”

Mercifully, she moved her hand back up to the meat of Mira’s ass, leaving her bruised thighs alone for the moment, before spanking her again, just as hard. 

“One,” Mira choked out, swallowing the saliva filling her mouth. Zoey put her hand back on Mira’s head, rubbing soothingly.

Another strike, another layer of cotton falling over Mira’s spiraling thoughts. “Two.”

Another two spanks, delivered one after the other directly onto the existing red patches staining Mira’s ass from the previous hits. “Three, four.” 

The next two strikes were back on Mira’s sit spots. She whined into Zoey’s lap, mouthing at the fabric of the rapper’s pants in a subconscious effort to ground herself. She could barely think beyond the sting, not even registering the cut off little ‘ah-ah-ah-ah’ noises she was making with each breath. 

“Forgetting something, baby?” Rumi asked patiently, aware that Mira’s disobedience was far from intentional at the moment.

“F-five?” Mira stammered hesitantly. “Six,” she said more confidently when Zoey gave her a reassuring nod. 

“Good girl,” Zoey said, stroking the crown of Mira’s head lovingly. She furrowed her brows when Mira shook her head violently in disagreement, sharing a concerned look with Rumi.

The dancer could already feel the fog pulling away from her mind at the false praise, her mother’s vitriolic words dragging her away from the happy haze of subspace. 

Animal. Monster. Out of control.  

Mira buried her face back in Zoey’s lap, wiggling her ass enticingly as much as she could in a wordless request for more, unaware of the silent conversation her girlfriends were having over her head. “Get on with it,” she groaned. “Unless your hand is too sore already.”

Mira was surprised by Rumi parting her legs roughly, keeping them pinned between her own thighs so Mira couldn’t attempt to close them. “You need a little more, right love?” the singer asked, paying no mind to her challenging words. Mira nodded into Zoey’s legs in response. 

She would’ve shot straight up when she felt Rumi’s hand press flat against her cunt if not for Zoey’s firm hand on the back of her head. She was suddenly aware of how wet she had gotten, how the soaked fabric of her panties clung to her. She tried to jog her hips, to grind against the perfect, flat pressure of Rumi’s palm, but she was held too tightly to get any friction. 

“Slut,” Zoey murmured affectionately as she whined, kicking her legs again in protest. “So messy. I bet if Rumi spanked you long enough you would come just from this. Maybe we should try.”

Mira groaned loudly again, kicking out even harder. She knew there wasn’t really any point, but it was the principal of it.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Rumi agreed conspiratorily in reply to Mira’s outburst. “Not this time.”

She punctuated her words with a harsh spank to Mira’s cunt. Mira gasped, pleasure-pain whiting out her vision. She could feel her clit throbbing in time with her heart, suddenly ten times as desperate for friction.

“Remember, Mira,” Zoey chimed in cheerily, “if you don’t count, the spank doesn’t count!”

“Seven,” Mira mumbled, barely hearing herself over the ringing in her ears. “Getting a bit bigheaded there, Zo,” she said after clearing her throat.

Rumi slapped her pussy again, making sure to catch the tips of her fingers on Mira’s pulsing entrance in punishment. She hummed in satisfaction at the resulting whine. 

“Eight,” Mira groaned.

Rumi kept her hand pressed between Mira’s legs, rubbing slowly. “So wet. You want something in you, right? Are you hungry for something to hold onto?”

Cocky. Mira was still aware enough to bristle, biting Zoey’s thigh again in retaliation. Really, it was her fault for teaching their shy, innocent Rumi to talk like this. She had created a monster, and it had nothing to do with the girl in question being half demon. 

“Jesus, Mira!” Zoey exclaimed. “Why do you keep biting me? I’m not even doing anything.”

Mira smirked into her lap, lightly kissing the spot she had just clamped her teeth onto. “No I in team,” she slurred, drunk on the flood of confusing agony and bliss. She could feel the blood rushing to her abused pussy, pulsing with every breath.

“You’re gonna pay for that later,” Rumi chuckled. “Zo’s way meaner than I am, you know that.” Mira did know that, and she was counting on it. 

Rumi hummed casually as she used one hand to spread Mira open, knowing the put-on nonchalance would make her wetter. “You’ve soaked your panties so much that I can see everything.” Her composure faded as she spoke, sounding genuinely awed by how turned on Mira was.

“Damn,” Zoey said enviously, trying to crane her neck to get a look between Mira’s legs without moving. “Tell me what you see, baby, please, I wanna know what she looks like.”

“Everything, Zo. Her puffy lips, her cute little clit, her… her greedy hole, clenching on nothing.” Rumi sounded a bit unsure of the vulgar words coming from her own mouth, still stumbling a little over the filth she knew Mira and Zoey loved, but she regained her cocky smirk when Mira audibly whimpered and Zoey groaned.

Zoey laughed. “Our perfect girl. Desperate. Needy. Selfish.”

Mira felt a flash of discomfort. You’ve always been so selfish, no matter who ge-

“I love it,” Zoey continued, leaning in close to Mira’s ear and drowning out her thoughts. “How much you trust us to give you what you need. That you let yourself want things from us. That you let us spoil you with pleasure. Can I tell you a secret? It makes me so fucking wet too.”

Mira was still reeling from the words when Rumi’s hand came down hard, catching on her exposed clit. A loud moan left her mouth, the pleasure starting to win out over the pain. She couldn’t remember the number, afloat in the ocean of endorphins. “T-ten?” she tried.

“Nope! It was nine,” Zoey responded cheerily. “Guess we’re starting over!”

Mira bit her again. In the same spot as last time, just to be a bitch. 

Zoey yelped. “What’s with you today, so bitey,” she mumbled. “You’re really digging your own grave here, baby.”

Before Mira could reply, Rumi slapped her clit again, prompting her with a stern, “Count,” and her mind slowed down.

By the time they got to seven for the second time, Mira felt so sensitive that even the brush of the breeze from the fan against her was like a caress, her clit throbbing so hard that it felt like…

Her eyes widened, the knot tightening in her stomach as she squirmed helplessly. She was so close to coming, just from getting her pussy spanked. This was maybe the most humiliating experience of her entire life. That just made her wetter. 

MIra spent the last few spanks putting all her focus on not coming. All she could feel was her abused clit twitching, her cunt fluttering sporadically, the almost too-intense friction of her nipples against Zoey’s jeans as she squirmed. Even the pain barely registered. As soon as they reached ten, she slumped over, every muscle in her body relaxing with relief over not having had such a humiliating orgasm. 

It didn’t feel much like a success though, given the unfulfilled pulsing between her legs, the way she was still helplessly twitching.

“-ra? You still with us, love?” Rumi’s voice broke through the fog in her mind, amused and a bit smug. 

“Mhm,” Mira mumbled, closing her apparently previously open mouth. 

“You’re throbbing, aren’t you, gorgeous? I can see it, you’re so wet your panties are basically transparent, and they’re fucking glued to you. You’re clenching so hard it’s like you’re actually getting fucked,” Rumi commented disbelievingly. 

Mira could practically hear Zoey’s cruel delight as she gasped melodramatically. “Holy shit, were you gonna come? Just from getting your desperate little clit tortured? That’s kind of pathetic, baby.”

“Of course not. And bold of you to call me pathetic when you’re probably soaked through your jeans just from watching,” she retorted, lying through her teeth.

“Oh, I am,” Zoey admitted shamelessly. “But more importantly, you’re lying,” she said with a mocking laugh, leaning closer. “You were gonna come. I wonder how many more it would’ve taken… I was just joking about you coming from getting spanked, but I guess you’re so needy for us that you really would.”

Mira opened her mouth, preparing to dig her teeth into the meat of Zoey’s thigh again, since it seemed a surefire way to get her to shut up, but before she could, her head was yanked up by the roots of her hair. 

“Don’t even try it,” Zoey said sweetly. “I think you’re done with spanking, sweetheart, I have a better idea. Ru, can you get her naked on her back on the bed?”

Zoey slid out from under Mira’s torso, laying her top half gently on the bed before ambling towards their closet.

“Can I?” Rumi snorted. “Obviously.” She flexed her muscles playfully, Zoey laughing across the room. 

Rumi took off Mira’s ruined underwear, jaw dropping at the abundance of slick, the thick, clinging strings of arousal stretching and snapping as she pulled the fabric away from Mira’s center. “Fuck, I wanna eat you,” Rumi murmured, eyes trained between Mira’s legs.

“You can,” Mira said, trying to keep the needy edge out of her voice as she spread her legs further unabashedly. God, Rumi’s mouth would feel so good. She was fucking incredible with her tongue. She went feral when she ate them out, like she really did want to devour them whole.

“Sorry, baby,” Rumi replied, sounding genuinely apologetic. “You know Zo gets the final say, and with how bratty you’re being, I don’t think she’ll let you get what you want for a while.” Her smile turned devilish. “Even though I would love to taste you right now. You’re so wet that you’re dripping. Actually, let me have just a little. After all, you’re the one getting punished, not me, so why should I have to suffer?”

She swiped her finger along the inside of Mira’s thigh before putting it in her mouth and sucking, savoring Mira’s taste with a satisfied moan. 

“Asshole,” Mira mumbled halfheartedly as she felt her clit twitch at the sound, fully aware that half the reason Rumi had done that was to turn her on more.

Rumi raked her nails across the tender pink skin of Mira’s ass in retaliation, prompting a surprised yelp. “You’re so pretty like this,” she murmured, acting like Mira hadn’t said anything. “Trusting us. Letting us take care of you. I can’t wait till Zo makes you cry for us.”

Rumi picked Mira up and deposited her as requested easily, which was saying something considering the dancer was completely slack, total deadweight as she processed the older girl’s words. 

Mira squeaked when Rumi put her down at the feeling of her tender skin rubbing against the sheets. She shifted in a fruitless attempt to relieve the sting, startling when Rumi’s warm hand pushed underneath her to rub against the sore spots soothingly.

“How are you doing, Mira?” Rumi asked, pressing a light kiss to her cheek. “Feeling fuzzy yet?”

Mira turned her head, begging wordlessly for a real kiss. Rumi obliged her quickly, though she kept it chaste and short, just a brief press of their lips. “Mira?” she prompted with a raised eyebrow when the dancer stayed silent, pouting at Rumi for refusing to kiss her properly.

“I’m good, Ru,” Mira reassured her. “Not there yet, kind of in and out I think?”

“That’s okay,” Rumi purred, grinning at her. “We’ll turn your brain off soon enough.”

Mira rolled her eyes, trying to hide the effect the words had on her. “I think I liked you better when you got blushy and shy at the concept of premarital hand holding,” she said, relishing Rumi’s embarrassment at the teasing. 

Rumi blushed vividly, unable to come up with a retort other than a mumbled shut up. Mira put her arms up to let Rumi pull her shirt off, still smug over flustering the older girl. 

Rumi eyed her body appreciatively, enjoying how Mira made no effort to cover up. Her eyes caught on the barbells adorning Mira’s stiff nipples, plain silver and ending in little hearts on both sides. “These drive me crazy,” the half-demon murmured, pupils dilating even further as she stared. “You’re so hot, Mira, it’s actually unreal.”

Mira blushed, squirming at the words and Rumi’s heavy gaze, but her attempt to think of a reply was interrupted when Zoey reappeared from their closet holding something victoriously. Mira’s eyes narrowed when she saw the full set of padded pink leather cuffs. “Going all out I see,” she remarked, hoping to draw attention away from how her thighs rubbed together helplessly at the sight.

“Obviously,” Zoey shot back with a wide smile. “Only the best for our perfect, bratty girl. And I heard you teasing Rumi, baby, that’s not very nice. I’d watch it if I were you, you’re on thin ice already.”

Mira grumbled in reply, body heating up at the praise and threat both. She knew Zoey was good for it.

Zoey threw herself on the bed with almost childlike enthusiasm, the mattress rocking beneath all three of them. She clambered up to Mira, but rather than laying on top of her to kiss her like the dancer expected, Zoey carelessly wrenched Mira’s legs apart to stare at her abused cunt.

Mira yelped at the sudden motion, trying to clamp her thighs together again at the kiss of the cold air against her heated skin, but it was no use when Rumi joined Zoey in holding her legs apart. She struggled for a few more seconds before going limp, realising the futility of her efforts. 

“Enjoying the view, perverts?” she sassed, smirking when Rumi spluttered in denial at the accusation. The half-demon was pretty sexually confident by now (after all, she knew she was everybody’s type), but she still got adorably embarrassed at being called pervy, or filthy, or dirty. It was good, though, she was starting to get more comfortable with not being the golden girl, the perfect princess of Kpop like she always had been.

Mira’s smugness at successfully flustering Rumi was short-lived though, cut off by a flash of white-hot pain (or was it pleasure? They were starting to mix a little in Mira’s mind.) as Zoey pinched her clit hard in retaliation. Rumi chuckled at the choked sound she let out and the way her hips jerked in a confused motion, unsure whether they wanted to twitch into the feeling or away. 

“If anyone here is a pervert, it’s you,” Zoey retorted with a deceptively sweet smile. “After all, all we’ve done is spank and degrade you and you’re literally dripping down your thighs like a needy slut.”

She shifted her gaze back between Mira’s legs shamelessly, eyes darkening as her soft smile turned predatory. “God, you look so good,” Zoey sighed dreamily. “All red and swollen. Soaked in your own desperation, clit all stiff and begging for attention. Your pretty cunt is leaking onto the bed, so messy. And you’re probably so sensitive, right, sweetheart?”

When Mira didn’t answer, Zoey scraped her nails along her inner thighs, laughing at Mira’s loud groan. “That wasn’t a rhetorical question. You’re so sensitive, aren’t you?”

The taller girl still said nothing, turning her head away from Zoey’s gaze defiantly. “Stubborn,” Rumi mumbled, rubbing away the sting from Zoey’s nails subconsciously. She never was great at being mean.

Zoey nodded in agreement, grabbing the set of cuffs from where they lay next to her and tossing two to Rumi. Mira hissed at the feeling of the soft leather against her tender skin as they each fastened a cuff around one of her thighs, checking carefully to make sure they weren’t too tight.

“Feel okay, baby?” Rumi asked softly.

Mira nodded, knowing this was a time to be serious rather than stay defiantly silent. As much as she loved to be a brat and they loved to punish her for it, safety was far more important than sticking to the game. “They feel good,” she said, knowing her girlfriends would prefer a verbal response. 

Zoey hummed in satisfaction, her and Rumi moving on to securing the other two cuffs around Mira’s ankles, repeating the process of checking and double-checking them before fastening them to the cuffs on her thighs. Mira tested the restraints, straining against them for a moment before relaxing again. Zoey pulled her arms behind her back and cuffed her wrists together the same way, stroking against Mira’s racing pulse as she did so. Mira was well and truly stuck now, unable to do anything but let them take what they wanted from her.

Something about the restraints always made her feel paradoxically free. They felt like permission to just exist without any expectation to be anything other than her messy, tough, difficult, soft self. Soon there would be no room for facades or control, just Mira, raw and unfiltered and accepted nonetheless. 

I doubt your group will last too much longer now that you’ve shown them your true colors.

The memory of the words felt like ice dumped over her, breaking through the normal relief of feeling herself be able to let go and making her freeze, tension tightening her previously slack limbs. 

“Are you alright?” Rumi asked immediately, picking up on Mira’s shifting mood. Zoey wrapped an arm around her, gently rubbing her side in hopes of easing some of the anxious stiffness.

“I’m okay,” Mira said roughly, clearing her throat. “Just… can’t get what she said out of my head. It keeps echoing like-like Gwi-Ma’s did, you know?”

“Do you wanna keep going?” Zoey asked, pressing a soft kiss to Mira’s temple. It was hard to reconcile this version of her sweet, sensitive girlfriend with the teasing, dirty-talking menace she became when they played like this, but as Zoey liked to say, she contained multitudes.

“I want to keep going,” Mira affirmed. “Unless you can’t handle it?” she added to break them out of their concern and back into the scene.

Zoey rolled her eyes fondly. “Brat.” She pulled Mira up to a sitting position, ignoring her yelp as her inflamed skin dragged against the sheets, before slotting in behind her so Mira sat in between her legs, head leaning on her shoulder. The denim of Zoey’s jeans felt rough against Mira’s bare skin, reminding the dancer that she was naked while both her girlfriends remained clothed. The imbalance made her undeniably hot, even though she wished she could see them fully.

Rumi settled on her stomach in front of them, face inches from Mira’s aching pussy. Mira fought the urge to try to buck her hips into the half-demon’s face, half because she knew Zoey wouldn’t take kindly to it and half because she knew how pathetic it would make her look. Mira wasn’t ashamed to be a bit pathetic for her girls, but that wasn’t the game they were playing. Yet.

Mira expected Zoey to start whispering filth into her ear immediately, since that was why she loved to have them in this position, but instead, the songwriter began pressing soft kisses to Mira’s neck, seeking out all the sensitive spots she knew like the back of her hand. Mira whined softly, trying to press into Zoey’s lips. The younger girl knew she preferred contact that felt more grounded, not fleeting touches like this.

Zoey chuckled at the sound, tongue darting out to lick Mira’s neck playfully. “Want something, baby?” she cooed teasingly. 

“I want you to touch me, asshole,” Mira grumbled.

“Manners,” Zoey snapped. “You know how to ask, Mira.” 

Mira turned her head away defiantly with a little hmmph. Zoey sighed, faking displeasure, before going back to peppering Mira’s neck with gentle kisses and bites. Patience wasn’t Mira’s strong suit, so all three of them knew it was only a matter of time before she broke.

Rumi pushed Mira’s thighs apart further, leaning even closer to Mira’s center and inhaling deeply. Her eye flashed a demonic yellow, teeth lengthening into sharp fangs. “You smell so fucking tasty, babygirl,” she groaned, her voice multitoned and resonant. She licked the crease of Mira’s thigh with a satisfied hum, so close to where Mira wanted her but refusing to make any contact. 

“You know,” Rumi said conversationally, “I think you deserve some payback for biting Zoey, no?” Mira could feel Zoey nod in agreement against her shoulder, and she had only a second to tense in anticipation before Rumi sank her canines into her thigh hard enough to draw blood.

Mira choked down the squeal that tried to escape her throat, jerking away from the delicious pain. Rumi licked over the spot she just bit, groaning at the mixture of blood and slick that coated her tongue. “So sweet,” she mumbled drunkenly, “and rich, like chocolate. I wish I could bottle you up and drink you whenever I wanted.”

“Kinky,” Zoey chuckled, scratching over Mira’s ribs lightly and relishing the resulting shiver. “But you know, she bit me soooo many times. I think she needs a few more marks to remind her what happens to brats who can’t control their teeth.” 

Rumi smirked up at them for a second before moving to Mira’s other thigh, nosing along it in search of the sensitive spot that always made the taller girl whimper. When she found it, she bit down again before sucking hard.

She repeated the process, seeking out sensitive spots and digging her teeth in. She only drew blood the first three times, afterwards just sucking a deep mark into each spot instead. 

With each bite, Mira could feel her walls flutter in confused pleasure, each bruise emptying her mind a little more.

“You’re drooling, sweet girl,” Zoey murmured gleefully. “Did we break you already? It barely took anything. Our big, bad, tough, terrifying-”

I’m sure your little ‘girlfriends’ are just too scared of you-

“-Mira, all soft and sweet in our laps. I expected more of a fight, honestly.”

Mira couldn’t quite gather herself enough for a retort, so she just shook her head weakly in protest, not even registering the punched out, breathy noises she was making. It felt like her entire inner thighs were just one big bruise, tender skin throbbing in time with her heart. 

“Does it feel good, honey?” Zoey asked sweetly. “Our little masochist slut, getting off on being dominated and tortured.” She punctuated the words by brushing her thumbs over Mira’s nipples lightly, grinning when the dancer let out a full body shiver at the barely-there sensation.

“I love how sensitive your tits are,” Zoey mumbled distractedly, tracing her nails over Mira’s breasts in gentle circles, ignoring Mira’s attempts to push into her hands. “You always get so whiny when we play with them, it’s so cute. And the piercings, my god. I wanna get you some new jewelry, maybe those rings connected by a little chain. I bet you’d go crazy if we tugged on it. ” She squeezed Mira’s tits in her hands, artfully avoiding putting any pressure on her aching nipples. Rumi hummed her agreement against Mira’s thigh, the vibration another layer of teasing torment. 

Mira knew in the back of her fuzzy mind that Zoey was waiting for her to beg, but she refused to give them the satisfaction. Even if it meant she wouldn’t be getting any satisfaction either. 

After what felt like years, Zoey finally shifted her attention to Mira’s stiff nipples, flicking her fingers over them and laughing as she flinched. “Sensitive little baby,” she cooed, repeating the motion until Mira couldn’t help but whine loudly. 

Rumi paused, looking up from where she was biting at the skin just above Mira’s knee. “You make the prettiest sounds,” she growled, the honmoon rippling as it resonated with her demon voice. “We should record them, I wanna listen to you like this all the time.”

Zoey quirked a brow in interest when Mira stiffened at the words. “Do you like that idea? Should we make some home videos? You two have ruined porn for me anyways, it would be nice to have something to watch when we have schedules away from each other.”

Mira whimpered, hips grinding against the air at the thought of Zoey getting off to a video of her desperate moans as her girlfriends teased her. “We’ll talk about that later,” Zoey decided, nipping at Mira’s ear playfully.

Mira’s world became a blur of pain and pleasure, only aware of Zoey’s fingers pinching and twisting her nipples until they were sore and puffy and Rumi’s teeth leaving marks along her inner thighs from the crease of her hips to her knees. She could distantly hear herself making high pitched whimpers and whines, pathetic noises that she would be embarrassed of if she could think beyond her girlfriends’ cruel touches.

“Ready to beg for us, love?” Rumi asked from between her legs, blowing lightly against her swollen clit.

Mira crumbled, the cool air against her twitching cunt more than she could withstand as her walls clenched almost painfully. “... Please,” she mumbled, nearly inaudible. 

“What was that?” Zoey asked teasingly. 

“Please,” Mira repeated louder, voice cutting off with a squeak when Rumi blew against her heated center again.

“Please what?” Rumi added with a cruel chuckle.

“Please touch me, please, I need it,” Mira broke.

“You’re so easy,” Zoey said gleefully. “You’re all fucked out and we haven’t even touched you yet, really. Our perfect whore.”

“Yours,” Mira agreed thoughtlessly, all concepts of resistance gone from her mind.

“That’s right, sweet girl,” Zoey exclaimed with delight.

Rumi nodded in agreement. “All ours. Not theirs. Screw them.”

Mira turned her face into Zoey’s neck, uncertain. Part of her still bristled, disagreeing vehemently with the praise.

“Look at me, baby,” Zoey cooed, pulling Mira out from her hiding place to hold her gaze. “They say you’re out of control, but that’s just because they don’t know what you need. They think they need to change you because they’re idiots who can’t stand not owning you, and when you stand your ground, they say you’re a wild animal. They don’t know shit. But we know what you need.”

Mira hung on her every word, her girlfriends the only thing existing to her at the moment. Zoey didn’t stop meanly squeezing and pulling her aching, swollen nipples, nodding her head at Rumi to prompt the singer to get up and retrieve something else from the closet. 

“You need someone to take care of you, as you are, jagged edges and all,” Zoey continued, punctuating the words with a particularly cruel twist and grinning when Mira’s voice broke in a pained shriek. “You need someone who can handle you. And you know we can. You can kick and scream and bite as much as you want to, and guess what?”

She got right up to Mira’s ear, her breath tickling the sensitive skin as she spoke. “We still want you, anger and sadness and pleasure and all. We still love you, no matter how difficult you think you are.”

Rumi reappeared, hiding whatever she had grabbed behind her back as she climbed back onto the bed to settle at Mira’s side. 

“Those assholes don’t deserve to call themselves your family. We’re your family,” Zoey said, switching to rubbing soothing circles against Mira’s nipples, just enough to keep her crying out softly. “You’re our girl, our talented, strong, beautiful, overly blunt, highly aggressive, soft, loving good girl. You aren’t wild, or scary, or out of control, or a monster. You’re ours.”

As Zoey said the last sentence, Mira felt a gentle pressure against her throat. She knew the feeling immediately, the soft leather of her collar tightening around her neck as Rumi buckled it securely. 

There was nothing Mira could do to stop it. The loving words, the sting in her nipples, the red-hot ache of her cunt, the throbbing of her thighs, the feeling of the collar around her neck as evidence of everything Zoey said-Mira was coming before she even realized it, legs snapping together as she writhed in Zoey’s grip with a high, desperate moan. It was like nothing she had ever felt before, pleasure radiating through her body even as her cunt clenched uselessly around devastating emptiness, clit begging for any type of touch. 

“Holy shit,” Zoey mumbled, mouth dropping open in awe as she watched Mira shake and whimper. Her hands had stilled, but Mira’s thrashing kept up the friction, thrusting her tits into Zoey’s palms.

Rumi was back between Mira’s legs in a flash, yanking them apart to watch her throb and flutter with a predatory growl. Just as Mira came down from the unexpected, not quite satisfying orgasm, Rumi buried her mouth between her legs, finally giving her neglected clit a surface to rub against.

Mira’s scream was cut off by Zoey tugging the heart-shaped o-ring on the front of collar and pulling her into a desperate kiss. The dancer was barely able to reciprocate, open mouth slack with pleasure as Zoey licked into it hungrily. 

It was less than a minute before Mira was coming again, Rumi thrusting her inhumanly long tongue inside her pulsing pussy and curling it perfectly into the spongy spot just behind her clit. Zoey pulled back just enough to watch her face closely, relishing her sweet, pleasure-drunk expressions.

Mira writhed helplessly, mind blank, not even registering the obscene sounds leaving her mouth. She vaguely felt the gush between her legs and Rumi’s surprised groan buzzing against her, but couldn’t even begin to understand what was happening. Finally, the stimulation became too much, her whines changing to pained squeaks as she tried to pull away from Rumi’s insistent mouth. 

Rumi retreated reluctantly, licking her lips. The entire bottom half of her face was drenched, glistening in the low light of the bedroom. 

For a moment nobody spoke. Mira’s ears were ringing, her thighs still trembling and twitching with aftershocks, body gleaming with sweat as she panted. 

Rumi pulled the soaked collar of her shirt up to wipe off her face, the movement catching Mira’s attention as she somewhat came back to herself. Why was she…? Oh.

“Fuck, sorry,” Mira sniffled, sickening embarrassment dampening her high as she became aware of the huge wet spot under her. “I didn’t-I didn’t know I could…”

“Squirt?” Zoey supplied helpfully. “Or come just from having your pretty tits tortured?”

Mira whined weakly, trying to hide her face in Zoey’s neck. 

“Mira,” Rumi said seriously, “you squirting in my mouth might be the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Including defeating Gwi-Ma. Don’t you dare apologize.”

Zoey nodded in agreement. “That was amazing, baby. I can’t believe we’ve never made you do that before. And I can’t lie, knowing you can come just from getting your nipples played with is literally a dream come true to me.” Her tone turned a bit more sinister as she continued. “But I don’t remember giving you permission for either of those. And I haven’t even gotten to have my turn yet.”

The rapper eased herself out from where she sat behind Mira, walking to their toy box in the closet once again. Mira tried to steady her breathing but she could barely even think, head lolling against the pillows bonelessly. She gasped when Rumi pulled her legs apart again, much more gently this time. “Unnie, c-can’t, too soon,” she whimpered, unable to move her limbs enough in the restraints to shove Rumi away.

Her girlfriend paused at the title. Mira only called her that when she wanted to tease or when she was deep in subspace and wanted comfort. This was definitely a case of the latter. “Color?” she asked, mostly for her own peace of mind. Mira replied with a quiet “green, unnie.”

“It’s okay, babygirl,” Rumi cooed reassuringly, hiding her smile as Mira shuddered at the pet name. She always said she hated when Rumi called her that, that it was cringy and demeaning, but in moments like this, it was clear just how much she liked it. “I just want to check the bites on your thighs, okay?” When Mira nodded, Rumi was unable to resist taking advantage of the taller girl’s subby state. “Words, Mira,” she said sternly, grinning at how the tone made Mira snap to attention instantly.

“Yes, unnie, it’s okay,” Mira slurred, unfocused eyes doing their best to lock on Rumi.

“Good girl,” Rumi said in response, chuckling smugly at Mira’s full body shiver. She checked the bite marks carefully, wincing when she saw the clear imprints from her fangs. They would definitely have to be cleaned thoroughly later. Rumi chewed her lip nervously at the thought that she might have done too much, hurt Mira too much while she was in such a vulnerable state. 

“Rumi unnie, kiss,” Mira begged, dragging Rumi out of her spiral before it could really begin. She climbed back up Mira’s body to lay on her, knowing she liked the deep pressure when she was blissed out like this. 

“You want a kiss, babygirl?” she asked, smiling at Mira’s eager nod. “Ask nicely.”

Even in the depths of subspace, Mira rolled her eyes at the request, a glimpse of her signature attitude peaking through the softness. “Unnie, kiss please,” she said sassily. 

Rumi chuckled at the brattiness, but kissed Mira obligingly anyways. She had never claimed to be a strict dom, after all. The kiss was a little clumsy, Mira’s lips uncoordinated and their teeth clacking together occasionally, but it still made Rumi’s stomach fill with butterflies. She couldn’t get enough of kissing her girlfriends, of any type of touch, really, after denying herself the comfort for so long.

When they pulled apart, Mira looked even more spaced out than before, pupils blown so wide that her eyes looked nearly entirely black. Her face was open in a way it so rarely was, the depth of love and safety she felt easily visibly in her dopey smile. Rumi (not for the first time) thanked every god there was that she got to do this, to see her tough, stoic Mira trust them enough to let herself be entirely soft and vulnerable. To put down the armor.

Rumi was broken out of her thoughts by a dreamy sigh from next to the bed. She turned her head to see Zoey standing there in nothing but a lacy bra and an intimidatingly large strap attached to the harness around her hips. It wasn’t so large that it looked ridiculous or unrealistic, but it was definitely on the bigger side, mostly because of how thick it was. Zoey tended to be the size queen among the three of them, so Rumi was a bit surprised that she had chosen this toy for Mira. 

Zoey noticed her hesitation and chuckled. “Mira’s taken this one before,” she assured their nervous girlfriend. “Only when she really needs to turn her brain off. If you think she’s cute like this, you’re in for a real treat when she’s all stretched out on my dick. I guarantee she’ll cry, it’s adorable.”

“Not adorable, not gonna cry,” Mira grumbled petulantly as she pulled her gaze away from where it had been trained hungrily on the strap. Rumi swiftly passed her laugh off as a cough when Mira glared at her.

“Anyways,” Zoey said. “How are you feeling, sweetheart? All the restraints still feeling good? Can you wiggle your toes and fingers for me?”

Mira thought for a second. “A little stiff, want my legs out, please,” she decided. Rumi quickly lifted herself off the taller girl, unfastening the clips securing her thigh cuffs to her ankle cuffs. 

She went to take off the cuffs entirely, but Zoey stopped her with a gesture. “Cuffs on or off, Mira?” she asked gently. 

“On,” Mira answered, uncharacteristically bashful, “I like the way they feel.”

Rumi nodded and left the cuffs as they were. “What about your shoulders?”

The dancer rolled them experimentally. “Good,” she said after a moment. “Unnie,” she added. “Clothes off.”

Zoey opened her mouth but surprisingly, Rumi beat her to the punch. She really was getting better at this whole dom thing. “That sounded an awful lot like a demand, baby,” the singer said sternly. “I don’t think you’re in any place to be ordering me around. Try again.”

Mira glared, but still did as Rumi asked. “Unnie, please take your clothes off? Wanna see you.”

“Good job, baby,” Rumi praised. She was a little worried the words were too patronizing, but Mira responded with a happy sigh. 

The half-demon obligingly got up and stripped quickly, feeling the weight of her girlfriends’ stares as she revealed more of her body. She kept on her underwear and bra like Zoey had, knowing Mira liked the power imbalance of being the only one fully nude. She winced at the feeling of her soaked shirt clinging to her skin as she pulled it off.

“So hot,” Mira murmured, eyes wide.

“Hot as fuck,” Zoey agreed eloquently. 

The words made Rumi preen happily. She knew she was hot, but she still felt a bit uncomfortable with so much skin exposed. Luckily, her girlfriends never failed to remind her that they adored her body, patterns and all. She returned to the bed and settled next to Mira, running a soothing hand through the dancer’s sweaty, tangled hair. Mira practically purred, humming in satisfaction at the feeling.

Zoey remained standing next to the bed, one hand absentmindedly stroking her strap like she could actually feel it. “Think you can ride me, sweetheart, or are you tired already?” she asked Mira condescendingly. 

Rumi glanced at Mira’s still lightly trembling thighs skeptically, but the pink-haired girl replied with a firm nod. Based on Zoey’s widening grin, Rumi wasn’t too sure the maknae believed Mira either. 

Zoey sat with her back against the headboard once more and patted her lap in invitation. Mira clambered over to her awkwardly, hands still cuffed behind her back. She straddled Zoey’s thighs and settled down so the strap was pressed between them. 

Rumi slotted in behind her, almost the inverse of the position they were in previously. She made eye contact with Zoey over Mira’s shoulder, shuddering at the wicked smirk she found. Rumi definitely preferred a gentler touch than Mira did when she was subbing, and she was sure whatever Zoey had planned would send her into cardiac arrest if she were in Mira’s position.

Zoey pressed a short kiss to Mira’s lips. “Lift up a bit,” she instructed, “I need to open you up so I can make it fit.”

Mira made a soft sound, rising back up to her knees. Zoey put her hand underneath her, groaning at the sight of the strands of slick stretching from her cunt. She raised two fingers, curling them up from her palm. “Down,” she ordered.

Mira scowled a bit at the brusqueness, but she did as directed, sinking down onto Zoey’s fingers with a soft moan. Zoey echoed the sound. “Shit, you’re so wet. And you feel so loose already, I bet I could just put it in now.”

Rumi plastered herself tighter against Mira’s back so she could feel every twitch and shudder. Zoey really had a way with words. 

“Now ride, sweetheart,” Zoey said, leaning back leisurely.

Mira whined, lifting herself up again slowly before dropping back down on Zoey’s fingers, thighs trembling with the exertion. She kept going, moaning each time she lifted up as Zoey curled her fingers to scrape along her sweet spot perfectly. Rumi was very familiar with how good Zoey was with her hands, and her own pussy clenched in envy as she slid her hand down to play with Mira’s cherry-red clit, so swollen it looked almost painful as it peeked out of its hood.

It wasn’t much longer before Mira began to falter, the shaking of her weakened thighs making it hard for her to hold herself up. Zoey made no move to help her, if anything looking delighted by the failure. “Having trouble, sweet girl?” she cooed with false sympathy, adding a third finger and smirking at Mira’s punched-out groan. 

Mira nodded rapidly. “Can’t-but I’m so close, please,” she babbled, octaves higher than her usual voice. Rumi increased the speed of the tight circles she was rubbing against Mira’s clit, hoping to push her over the edge before she completely lost her strength. “Can I come? Please?” Mira begged desperately. Zoey hummed noncommittally in response, eyes locked on the spot where her fingers were disappearing inside her.

Just as Mira’s body started to tense in preparation for an orgasm, permission or not, Zoey grabbed her hip with her free hand and pulled Mira down onto her fingers hard, pushing in as far as she could. “That’s one,” she said cheerily over Mira’s confused whimpers. 

Oh, so that was the game they were playing. Rumi pulled her hand away from Mira’s clit reluctantly, fighting her own desire to please their girlfriend by making her come. 

“No, no, nonono,” Mira whined. “Why?”

“You came twice without permission, baby. And bratty girls have to work for their orgasms. But also, I just think it’s fun,” Zoey answered, completely unapologetic. “I’m thinking… three edges for each orgasm you stole from us. What do you think, Rumi?” she asked, completely ignoring Mira’s loud protests.

“That’s so mean, Zo,” Rumi replied honestly.

“Yeah, that’s why she’ll love it. Right, sweet girl?” Zoey cooed. She frowned when Mira shook her head hard in denial. “Don’t lie, baby, or you won’t get to come at all. You want me to edge you, right?” The threat was obvious. Mira had no choice.

Mira stared at Zoey pleadingly for a moment before realizing she wasn’t going to change Zoey’s mind. She nodded reluctantly.

“Say it,” Zoey instructed. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.” Rumi winced in sympathy for her pink-haired girlfriend.

“I… I want you to edge me,” Mira mumbled miserably.

“Really, baby? You don’t want me to make you come?” Zoey gasped in theatrical surprise. “But I reeeeally want to make you come. I think if you want me to edge you, you should ask nicely. It’s a big sacrifice for me, you know.”

“P-please edge me, Zoey,” Mira sniffled, eyes beginning to glisten. 

“Okay, I guess I can. I don’t want to, but I guess since you begged so pretty, I’ll do it. That’s just how much I love you,” the maknae replied, smile all teeth. God, Zoey got so mean. If it were her, Rumi was sure she would have broken down already.

“Oh, don’t look so glum, sweetheart. Who knows, maybe I’ll let you come earlier if you beg well enough. Or maybe not,” the rapper chuckled. “I think you’re ready for my cock now. The stretch will probably still hurt a bit, but I don’t mind.”

Mira pushed up on her knees shakily, groaning at the emptiness when she lifted off of Zoey’s fingers. Zoey held her hand up, inspecting the abundant wetness with an impressed whistle. “Messy girl,” she said gleefully, sticking her fingers into Mira’s mouth and humming in delight as she sucked them clean obediently.

Mira shifted forward, hovering over the strap, but when she tried to sink down, Zoey stopped her with firm hands on her hips, her entrance just barely pressed against the head of the dildo. “Wait a second. You definitely don’t need lube, but maybe we should let your drippy little cunt drool on my cock a bit to make sure I don’t break you. Just stay like this for a minute.”

Mira squirmed, unintentionally bumping her clit against the tip of the toy, which only made her drip more. Rumi pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek, nuzzling against her cheek and rubbing her waist soothingly. 

After a few more moments, Zoey let Mira push down further, grinning at her loud moan when the thick head breached her entrance. In a rare show of mercy, the songwriter let her go as slowly as she wanted, gently thumbing her clit to make it easier. 

Finally, the strap was hilted inside her. Mira was letting out gaspy moans with every exhale, eyes fluttering shut at the overwhelming stretch and the all-encompassing control her girlfriends had over her. 

“How are you feeling, love?” Rumi asked gently, laying her hand flat against Mira’s abdomen where she imagined the tip of the toy rested.

“Mnnn… so full. Th-thick,” Mira whimpered, the glassiness of her eyes progressing to full fledged tears as she trembled, helplessly impaled. 

“Does it hurt, sweetheart?” Zoey purred, grinning wickedly at Mira’s frantic nod. “You don’t wanna stop, though, right?”

The words were teasing, but Rumi knew they also served as a genuine check in. She could see the hint of seriousness in Zoey’s eyes, and she was sure Mira did too.

“Don’t wanna stop,” Mira said, trying to blink away her tears.

Zoey nodded, satisfied. “I think you’re too fucked out to ride me by yourself, but I’m sure Rumi will help you if you ask nicely.”

Mira tried to turn to look at Rumi, but she stopped with a squeak as soon as the movement made the thick cock grind and twist inside her. “Unnie, help? Please?”

There was no way in hell Rumi could refuse such a sweet request. She tried to fight down her embarrassment at how much she liked Mira calling her unnie. Zoey and Mira had both assured her that it was nothing to be ashamed of, but she still felt a bit weird about it. It was just that she loved the trust it represented. 

After all of it, the lies, the hiding, that horrible day at the Idol Awards, Mira still trusted her enough to let herself be vulnerable like this. It was especially meaningful because Rumi knew Mira usually avoided using honorifics-she said they reminded her of her childhood, forced to be overly polite and obliging to everyone her parents wanted to show her off too. She only used them now when she really felt someone deserved the respect and the trust and love they represented.

Rumi placed her hands firmly on Mira’s hips, preparing to help her lift up and down. She knew Zoey was more than capable of holding Mira up and fucking into her herself, but both of Rumi’s girlfriends enjoyed a show of her demon strength. She carefully tightened her grip to the point where she would leave bruises in the shape of her fingers. Mira liked the reminders.

“Ready, sweet girl?” Rumi purred into Mira’s ear, sharing a pleased smirk with Zoey at their girlfriend’s eager nod. 

Rumi pulled Mira up with ease, paying no mind to the dancer’s attempts to control the movement with her own muscles, until the tip of the strap was barely inside her. She let out a quiet moan herself when she heard the wrecked sound Mira made at the friction of Zoey’s cock inside her. She held her there for long enough that Mira started to struggle a little, then brought her down slowly, making sure to angle her so the toy dragged perfectly against her walls.

Zoey reclined until she was almost laying flat on the bed while Rumi effortlessly lifted Mira on and off her strap. “Fuck, you two look so good like this,” she murmered in awe. “Do you like how Rumi can throw you around like a doll, Mimi? You’re basically just a toy she's using to jerk me off right now, my pretty little fleshlight.”

Mira groaned at that, thrashing helplessly in Rumi’s grip in an effort to move faster. Rumi ignored her, keeping the rhythm slow and frustrating and making sure she was thoroughly impaled every time.

It wasn’t long before Mira was whimpering again pitifully, each breath a quiet please. “Please what, sweet toy? Please faster? Or please let me cum?” Zoey asked in response.

“Both,” Mira practically shouted as Rumi dropped her down on the strap, letting gravity do the work for her. “Both, please, need to come!”

“Greedy,” the singer whispered in her ear, but she sped up her movement regardless, the small, sadistic part of her excited to see Mira struggle through another edge. She felt the exact moment when Mira was on the brink, dropping her down one final time and holding her there with the tip of the toy grinding into her tender walls. 

“No, please,” Mira sniffled, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. “I need to come, please.”

Zoey completely ignored her, reaching out to spread Mira apart with her fingers so she could watch the taller girl’s clit twitch through the agonizing edge. “That was a good one, sweetheart, your puffy clit was dancing for us so cutely. I’m not sure how you’re getting even more swollen and wet, but it’s honestly incredible. You like being our toy this much? Wanna be our perfect little fuckdoll?”

Rumi wrinkled her nose a little at the title. It was a bit demeaning for her taste, but Mira enjoyed the objectification, the permission to let them just take care of everything for her. 

“Your fucktoy,” Mira moaned in agreement, still fruitlessly trying to grind herself down despite Rumi’s iron grip. 

“That’s right, smart girl,” Zoey exclaimed, condescension dripping from the words. “Ready for another one?”

Mira shook her head, but it wasn’t up to her, really. Rumi started moving her again, faster and deeper this time. Mira’s eyes were rolling, her breathy moans like music to her girlfriends’ ears. Rumi pressed her face into Mira’s neck, inhaling the smell of sex and sweat and Mira’s body wash and perfume and just Mira. It was like a drug. 

“I can feel you getting close, babygirl,” Rumi said into Mira’s neck. “Wanna try begging again? Zo said she might let you come early if you do.”

As soon as Mira inhaled in preparation to speak, Rumi sped up the rhythm, making sure the only thing she could get out of her mouth was a desperate whine as the edge crept up on her suddenly. This time, Rumi stopped her at the highest point of the motion, her entrance fluttering uselessly around the thick head of the strap that was just barely inside her.

“Oh no, too late, sweetheart,” Zoey said with a sympathetic pout. “Rumi unnie really set you up there, huh? And she’s supposed to be the nice one!”

Zoey wasn’t one for honorifics, having grown up in the U.S. She was always perfectly polite to others, but she didn’t really use them with anyone in her close circle. So Rumi knew the maknae was only calling her ‘unnie’ right now to rile her and Mira both up, and it worked perfectly. 

“Unnie,” Mira whimpered dejectedly, crying steadily. “Why?”

Rumi almost felt guilty. But Mira had made it very clear that she liked to be treated like this when she wanted to stop thinking, and it was undeniably fun to see their gruff, nonchalant Mira teary and whiny, only for them. “Because it’s what you need, love,” Rumi answered honestly, squeezing Mira’s hips affectionately.

The only answer was a dejected sob. 

“Oh, baby,” Zoey cooed. “That one was hard, wasn’t it? I’ll tell you what, my pretty little toy. Since unnie is being so mean, I’ll fuck you my way instead. I’m sure it’ll make it better for you, don’t worry.”

Mira cried harder, knowing Zoey was far from merciful and the next edge would probably be even worse. Rumi lifted her all the way off Zoey’s strap, laying her on her back on the bed and settling herself down next to her.

“Color, baby?” Zoey asked, gently brushing the hair out of Mira’s eyes and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. 

“Green,” Mira replied softly, sniffling. Rumi brushed away her tears, smiling at how Mira leaned into her palm. Zoey unfastened Mira’s wrists from behind her back, giving her a moment to stretch out her stiff shoulders before reattaching the cuffs in front of her body.

“Love you,” Mira mumbled as she stared up at them, both hovering over her.

“Aww, baby, we love you so much,” Zoey said, Rumi echoing her words without hesitation. Even through every uncertainty in her life, loving Zoey and Mira had been a constant, something she had never doubted for a second. 

The tenderness faded from Zoey’s eyes as she cleared her throat and cracked her neck, leaning back into her dominant role. She grabbed Mira’s legs and hitched them over her shoulders before laying on top of her blissed out girlfriend, folding her in half with ease. Mira’s dancer flexibility had many benefits Rumi had never anticipated before getting involved with her girls. 

Mira sobbed when Zoey began to thrust slow and hard, making sure to bottom out each time and really grind into her. She looked absolutely ruined, crying, flushed, eyes rolling, mouth hanging open. 

“Look at you, sweetheart,” Zoey muttered. “So messy, so fucked out. Drooling all over yourself for my cock. My good girl is so filthy.”

Mira turned her head, unable to hold eye contact as Zoey drove into her over and over. Rumi pressed their foreheads together, laying on her side next to Mira and eagerly breathing in every anguished huff and whimpered plea. Mira was begging almost constantly, a steady stream of please, want it, please, need to come, please don’t stop, please let me, please.

“Unnie can’t understand you, babygirl,” Rumi said sweetly. “What is it you want, hmm? I’ll give you anything you need, you know that.”

“Unnie,” Mira choked out, “need to come, please!”

“You don’t need to come, sweet girl, you just want to,” Zoey answered in Rumi’s stead, angling her thrusts up to hit Mira’s g-spot perfectly. 

Mira shook her head rapidly, nearly crashing her and Rumi’s heads together. “No, need to,” she insisted tearily. Rumi could see the tension coiling in her muscles, her body preparing itself for an orgasm she wasn’t going to have. 

“I know you think you need it, doll, but you don’t. You’re not going to die if you don’t come. It just feels like you will,” Zoey said patronizingly, pulling out entirely and watching Mira’s cunt pulse as her clit jumped wildly. “Wow, that one almost looked like you were really coming. You like getting dicked down that much? Or maybe you like being denied, perfect little toy that you are.”

Mira was inconsolable, thrashing in Zoey’s grip like she could claw back the orgasm that had been stolen from her. 

“That’s my good girl, all you need to do is take it,” Zoey grunted, thrusting back into her with abandon. “Try begging as well as you can this time, baby, maybe I’ll throw you a bone.”

Rumi wasn’t sure if Zoey had any intention of actually letting Mira come until all her edges were up, but her pussy clenched in sympathy and envy regardless. 

Mira heaved in a breath, brows furrowing with determination as she prepared to speak. “Please, Zo, please let me come, please, I’m your good girl,” she stammered, each thrust making her gasp. Rumi kept her eyes trained firmly on Mira’s face, trying to memorize every adorable, sexy face she made while the thoughts were being fucked out of her brain. 

Zoey hummed thoughtfully. “You are my good girl! That was pretty convincing, sweetheart, but I think you can do better,” she said, panting lightly from the exertion as she rammed into Mira hard and fast.

“Please, please, pleasepleaseplease, I’ll be good for you, I’ll-hnngh-be so good, your fuckdoll, your toy, anything, please, Mommy, please,” Mira babbled. 

All three of them froze. That title had never come up before, but fuck if it didn’t make Rumi drip. Mira opened her mouth, but before she could say whatever she intended (probably an apology), Zoey pulled out entirely, flipping the dancer onto her stomach and yanking her hips up before thrusting back in harder. 

Mira screamed. 

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Zoey groaned, shoving Mira’s head down into the mattress with one hand while she pulled Mira back into her thrusts by with the other. “Why have you never called me that before, oh my god.”

She snuck the hand on Mira’s hip around her waist, rubbing her clit fast and hard. It was clear edging was no longer on Zoey’s mind. 

“I’ll be your mommy, sweetheart,” Zoey said roughly. “I’ll take care of you, my good little girl, my perfect love. You need me that much, baby, need me to be your mommy?”

Good lord, Rumi was half convinced she could come untouched just hearing that. That was the hottest thing she’d ever heard. That record was toppled as soon as Mira replied, though.

“Yes, need you, need you to take care of me, love me, please Mommy,” Mira gasped, tears and drool soaking the pillow under her head. Rumi had a front row seat to her fucked out expression, and she couldn’t resist sticking a hand down her own panties at the sight of Mira being so perfectly ruined. 

She groaned at how wet she was, hot and slick as she thrust two fingers inside herself without preamble, grinding her palm into her clit.

“I know, babydoll, you need Mommy. But that’s not all, is it? There’s someone else you need, right?” Zoey said sweetly, locking eyes with Rumi. Her predatory stare made Rumi flutter around her own fingers. “Why don’t you tell her, hmm? Tell unnie what you need.”

That evil, evil woman. She knew what hearing Mira say that would do to Rumi. 

“Unnie, unnie, please,” Mira sobbed. “Need you so much unnie, all the time, only you and Mommy.” 

Rumi came like a gunshot. She couldn’t hear the sound she made over the ringing in her ears, but she was sure it was loud. For a moment, her vision went white, Zoey’s leer and Mira’s teary face seared into her mind. It felt like it lasted ages, the pleasure flowing without stop, until finally Rumi could the waves start to recede. Her entire body became jelly, slumped into the bed, but her eyes were still trained firmly on her girlfriends. 

“See what you did to her?” Zoey was muttering into Mira’s ear, hand tight around the taller girl’s jaw to make sure she kept looking at Rumi. Her hips were moving so fast they were almost a blur, drilling into Mira with speed and strength a normal human would never be able to achieve or withstand. “You’re so pretty, all pathetic and whiny and soft for us. Unnie couldn’t help but come seeing you fall apart like this, seeing how much you trust us. We love you so much, sweetheart.”

Rumi watched the tight circles Zoey was rubbing against Mira’s rock-hard clit speed up. She made eye contact with the rapper, a question in her gaze. Zoey nodded slightly. 

“You’re so good for us, Mira,” Rumi said, still breathless from her orgasm. “Can you come for us, love? I want you to come for us. We want you to come for us. Come for unnie and M-mommy, Mira, please.”

She stumbled a little over Zoey’s new title, blushing, but the words did the job. Mira wailed, her entire body locking up as she squirted again. This might be the best day of Rumi’s life. 

“Fuck, good girl,” Zoey gasped. “So good for Mommy, sweetheart, just a little more.”

Rumi’s eyebrows raised. She knew what Zoey sounded like when she was about to come, knew it very well, but Zoey had never come from using the strap before. Many firsts today, apparently. 

Rumi watched hungrily as Zoey’s thrusts began to stutter before she came with a high groan, hilting herself in Mira and grinding against the firm base of the strap to draw out her orgasm. Mira was still whimpering pitifully, but as soon as Zoey stopped all motion, she collapsed into the pillows like a marionette with her strings cut, completely limp.

Zoey rubbed her back soothingly, letting her settle for a few minutes before pulling out slowly, wincing at Mira’s pained sound. “Sorry, Mira, we’re all done now, okay?” She only needed to give Rumi a pointed look for the half-demon to drag her uncooperative body to Mira’s side as Zoey went to take off the toy and clean it, legs still shaking from her own orgasm. Cuddles were Mira’s number one need during aftercare, the skin-to-skin contact helping her come down more than anything else. 

“Hi Mira,” Rumi cooed, heart fluttering when Mira blinked at her uncomprehendingly, the sweetest brainless look on her face. “Cuddles?”

Mira mumbled incoherently, holding her arms out to Rumi in a wordless agreement. Rumi quickly tore off her soaked (probably ruined) panties and unhooked her bra before disconnecting Mira's wrist cuffs and pulling her to lay fully on top of her own body, face pressed into Rumi’s neck.

“Sweet girl, you did so well, I love you so much,” Rumi rambled, knowing Mira would appreciate the sound of her voice and the buzz of the words in her chest more than anything she actually said. 

“Unnie,” Mira mumbled into her neck, pressing a gentle kiss to the flushed skin. Rumi felt an all-consuming warmth flood her once again at Mira’s trust in her. 

“Yeah, baby, unnie is here,” Rumi said reassuringly, stroking Mira’s head calmingly. The dancer fell silent, dozing lightly. By the time a pajama-clad Zoey returned, Mira was dead to the world, puffing steady breaths into the crook of Rumi’s neck.

“She’s knocked out, huh?” Zoey chuckled, climbing onto the bed and removing the cuffs from Mira’s wrists, thighs, and ankles before opening the jar of cooling lotion she had. She rubbed it gently into Mira’s tender ass, shushing her gently when she squirmed in her sleep at the sensation. “Not too bad,” the rapper murmured as she cast an analytical eye over the bruised skin before leaving a chaste kiss on each cheek.

“Can you roll her off of you?” she asked Rumi, grabbing some warm, damp washcloths from where she had left them on the side table. Rumi did as asked, settling Mira on her back next to her. 

“She’s out like a light,” Rumi murmured, tracing her relaxed features with her eyes. Mira was usually quite a light sleeper, but knowing her, she had probably been up all night tormenting herself over her family’s cruelty. God, Rumi wished murder was legal sometimes. 

Zoey hummed in agreement, pulling Mira’s legs apart gently. “Wait,” Rumi blurted, “um, can I clean her up? I feel bad about her thighs, I want to take care of them. I know you’re more used to this, but I just…” she trailed off with a shrug.

Zoey’s gaze softened. “Of course you can, babe. Mira and I have been doing this stuff longer than you have, but you’re as much a part of our dynamic as we are now.” She tossed Rumi one of the washcloths and crawled to the head of the bed to clean Mira’s sweaty, tear-stained face, giggling when the taller girl didn’t so much as stir. 

Rumi cleaned Mira up diligently, wincing when she flinched away from the touch of the washcloth on her most sensitive parts. After she was clean, Rumi grabbed the gentle disinfectant spray and the antibiotic ointment Zoey had brought. The bite marks Rumi had left weren’t deep, but she cleaned and disinfected them thoroughly for her own peace of mind.

Rumi had just finished and crawled back up the bed to lay next to Mira when Zoey grabbed her ankle, another washcloth in hand. “Can I clean you up too, love?” she asked Rumi softly, running through the whole routine again when the singer gave her assent. 

Rumi chewed on her lip a bit anxiously as she stared at Mira’s collar, vaguely registering Zoey looking as well. They didn’t want her to sleep in it, but taking it off without telling her would almost certainly upset her whenever she woke up. There was nothing for it, they would just have to wake her. It was a good opportunity to get some water in her too, and a snack.

Rumi gently shook Mira’s shoulder, saying her name softly. The taller girl opened her eyes a crack, staring at Rumi in confusion. “Hi Mira,” Rumi said. “We have to take your collar off so you can nap, okay love?” 

Mira’s eyes welled with tears instantly, her emotions still running high. She shook her head, covering the collar with her hands in hopes of keeping it. "It’s mine,” she sniffled. “Means I’m yours.”

“Shhh, shh, you’re okay, sweetheart,” Zoey cooed from Mira’s other side. “It’s yours, we won’t take it from you. We just need to put it in a safe place. And you can’t sleep in it, baby, it’s not comfortable.”

Mira still hesitated, clutching the collar against her neck tightly.

“Look at me, Mira,” Rumi said firmly. “Your collar is yours, and it does mean you’re ours, but you’re ours with or without the collar, okay? Nobody can take that away from you, and nobody can take you away from us.”

Those seemed to be the magic words. She relinquished her hold on the collar, letting Rumi unbuckle it and put it on the dresser to clean later. Mira was meticulous about her collar, always cleaning and oiling it after scenes where they used it. 

Rumi handed Mira a glass of water with a straw, praising her through drinking the entire thing before hand feeding her some apple slices and chocolate. Finally, they were all cleaned up, fed and watered, and ready for bed… except for the fact that it was only noon and the bed they were in was soaked through. “Your room?” Zoey suggested, grabbing Mira a pair of clean panties and one of Rumi’s own oversized shirts (their closets were hopelessly enmeshed at this point) on their way out.

Rumi nodded, picking Mira up in a bridal carry and giggling as she just mumbled, already asleep again. She laid Mira on her own bed carefully before running to the closet to get dressed in a sleep shirt and boxers. When she returned, Mira lay on her side with Zoey spooning her from behind.

“You’re like a backpack, Zo,” Rumi teased, laughing quietly as Zoey stuck out her tongue in reply. She settled in front of Mira, smiling softly when the pink-haired girl immediately glued herself to Rumi’s front, tucking her head back into the singer’s neck. 

Rumi reached an arm over Mira to rub Zoey’s hip gently. “You feeling good, love?” she asked quietly, searching Zoey’s expression for any hint of distress or dom drop.

“Really good,” Zoey affirmed with an affectionate smile. “You?”

Rumi sighed. “I feel a bit bad about biting her so hard, but mostly good.”

Zoey hummed thoughtfully. “I get it,” she said reassuringly. “It’s hard not to feel guilty, especially at first. But you know Mira. If something was too much, she would tell us.” Rumi nodded, the words helping settle something inside her. “Also, she definitely has a thing for your fangs,” Zoey added, lightening the mood easily. 

“So, Mommy, huh?” Rumi snorted after a few more minutes of comfortable silence. 

“Shut up,” Zoey groaned, an embarrassed blush painting her features. “Honestly, I’m surprised it took this long for something like that to happen, given her frankly enormous mommy issues.”

Rumi grinned, kissing the top of Mira’s head. “True. But you really liked it. Also, how do you say all that when we play but you’re embarrassed that you like being called Mommy?”

“I don’t know, you know I get in the zone! It’s like when I rap,” Zoey giggled, shoving Rumi lightly. They both froze when Mira grumbled sleepily, but she settled down again quickly. “Anyways, yeah,” Zoey continued, “I really liked it. I think I like, like, knowing she needs me that much? Knowing that she wants me to fill such an essential role in her life. I mean obviously I’m not her real mom, ick, but you know. I guess I just like how she made such an important place for me, that she trusts me and wants me in her life so much that she wants to call me, y’know, that. Also it’s just really goddamn hot.”

Rumi nodded. “That makes sense. You know you always have a place with us, Zo. Of course we need you, we're a set of three. You belong with us.”

“Sap,” Zoey said, but she beamed at Rumi all the same. “Shall we nap with our sleeping beauty, then?” she joked, wagging her eyebrows at Rumi goofily.

Rumi laughed, shaking her head fondly. “Yeah, let’s nap. And when we wake up, we’ll talk about it all for real. Whatever happened with Mira’s family and also the whole Mommy thing. Poor Mira’s gonna be so embarrassed, I know it.”

“She will, she’s gonna be so cute. Anyways, that’s a problem for later us. Right now it’s naptime. Goodnight,” Zoey said, burying her smile in the back of Mira’s head.

“It’s not even 1 PM, Zo,” Rumi chuckled before giving in with a sigh. “Goodnight. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Zoey said, peeking out from behind Mira’s hair. 

“L’ve you,” Mira mumbled, sounding still 99% asleep. “Nap.”

Well, that was that. Time to nap, and deal with the rest as it came.