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[Zoey]:

i'm doing it

i'm wearing it

[Miralicious 😏🩷]:

…

…

if you get arrested bc you gave that poor gyno a heart attack i'm not bailing you out

[Zoey]:

gasp

no faith in my artistic vision

i bet they'll be delighted

[Miralicious 😏🩷]:

sure sure

anyway

if you need help with your ~artistic vision~ later call me

Zoey bit her bottom lip, stifling a giggle while she looked at her phone. This friends with benefits thing with Mira was happening for a few months now, but it still blew her mind that someone like Mira - long legs, perfect face, gorgeous everything Mira - would even want to be friends, much less have sex with a nerd like Zoey. 

The next person got called to see the doctor, so now Zoey was the only one left in the waiting room. She shifted in her seat, feeling the artistic vision with every move. It was not the first time in general, but certainly the first time she wore it in public. The thought of what she had planned, and of maybe meeting Mira later let a constant thrum of warmth pool in her stomach. 

It was such a dumb, silly idea. But she kind of lived for those. 

While she kept waiting, Zoey scrolled through her notes app for work, deleting some stuff she'd already finished earlier. Seeing that list shrink was one of the best feelings, especially when she'd still have to do some work after her gynecologist appointment.

She'd just put her phone away, when the nurse stepped into the waiting area with a tablet.

“Ms. Park? Follow me, please.”

“Yes.” Zoey jumped to her feet, biting her bottom lip at the weighted shift inside of her. 

“Examination room 2, take a seat, Doctor Ryu will be with you shortly.” The nurse held the door open for her, smiling kindly and nodding towards the chair in front of the desk. 

“Should I undress, or…?” Zoey fiddled with the hem of her sweater. She'd switched doctors, after the last one had given her the creeps. No talk, just quick undressing, quick prodding, quick dressing, and weird looks.

“No, Doctor Ryu will speak to you first and then she'll examine you.” The nurse closed the door behind Zoey.

A simple desk, three chairs, PC setup and a second closed door that would probably lead to all the real examination room. 

“She…” Zoey felt her pulse rise a bit. Maybe she should abort the mission. She'd been pretty sure that a guy would find her little joke funny, but a woman? 

Shit.

Zoey was about to turn around and leave to find the next bathroom, as the door almost slammed into her face. With a squeak she jumped back, right into one of the chairs, scrambling to find her balance, only to grab at the next best thing - a picture frame on the desk, that of course wasn't fastened to anything and just made her lose her footing even more until-

Warm, lithe, but strong arms saved her from certain death by stumbling like a clumsy idiot, pulling her close and upright. And suddenly Zoey was face to face with gorgeous brown eyes, a cute nose and very kissable lips. 

“Ms. Park, I presume?” The woman asked with a small smile, after she'd let go of Zoey.

It was then Zoey noticed the woman was wearing a white labcoat. She swallowed down a groan. Of course she'd almost smash her head open in front of the doctor. 

The attractive doctor, she’d planned to flash more than the usual parts soon.

“Uh, yeah. Hi. Thanks for saving me.” Zoey scratched her cheek, embarrassed blush heating her face. 

“No problem, wouldn't want to have any casualties on the practice statistics after my first month of working here.” She chuckled lightly. “I'm Doctor Ryu, and you're a new patient here, so I just want to go over some things to get the whole medical picture.”

“Okay.” Zoey sat down, putting the frame she'd still had in her hand back on the desk - in it a photo of a weirdly blue furred cat. 

“So, are you here because of acute medical issues or just for a checkup?” Doctor Ryu flipped the braid of her long, purple hair over her shoulder, moved the mouse and clicked a few times, until she focused back on Zoey.

“Annual checkup, my family has a history with breast and cervical cancer.” Zoey played with one of the rings on her fingers. “But so far everything's been fine, and I don't have any pain or anything. Aside from cramps during my period, but that's, y'know…” Zoey shrugged.

“Good to know, as long as that doesn't change and your cramps don't get worse it can stay annual.” Some typing on the keyboard with long, slender fingers. “Your cycle is regular? When was your last period?”

More questions, more answers, meanwhile with every shift on the chair, Zoey got reminded that she really needed to go to the bathroom before the examination. Doctor Ryu seemed too serious, too professional - which in and of itself were good traits in a doctor - and Zoey didn't feel confident anymore that her joke would land on positive, well, eyes. 

“Okay, then follow me please,” Doctor Ryu said and stood up to open the door to the next room for her.

“Uhm- could I go to the bathroom real qui-”

“I'm sorry, we're a bit pressed for time today, but I'll make sure to be done as fast as possible.” Doctor Ryu's eyes were kind, and the sort that could make Zoey fold instantly, no matter the request or demand.

Well, shit.

“Y-yeah, it's okay.” Zoey followed into the adjacent room - The Chair on one side; a curtain with a small bench to put her clothes on on the other side.

Before the door closed, the nurse from earlier came into the room as well and started preparing the instruments for the pap smear. 

“If you'd please undress your upper body - you can do that behind the curtain if it makes you more comfortable,” Doctor Ryu said, while putting on a mask and sterile gloves. 

“I never understood that,” Zoey mumbled, not bothering with the curtain, as she pulled her sweater over her head, throwing it onto the bench, then unclasped her simple black bra, before facing the room again, “I mean, you'll see everything anyway, right?”

“Hands on your hips, please,” Doctor Ryu said, shrugging slightly, before her gloved fingers made contact with Zoey's breasts, “and I guess some people find comfort in the ability to choose to undress in some kind of privacy.” 

Zoey tried very hard to focus on anything else - the sterile smell of the room, the clanking of the instruments the nurse was preparing, the harsh light of the neon lamps above - and not the appealing scent of peppermint that came off Doctor Ryu and that serious focus on her face. Or the strokes of different patterns and pressures across her breasts that should not feel as pleasant as they did.

Curse her stupid, sensitive, horny body.

It felt so nice, Zoey almost forgot what was to come. 

“No lumps, no unnatural swelling or redness. You can put your sweater back on, and make yourself ready for the pap smear.” Doctor Ryu nodded before turning around to give her once again some attempt at privacy.

It was a quick change from bare top to bare bottom, but now Zoey had the urge to pull her sweater down until everything was properly covered again. 

A blush was already creeping up her neck and a stuffy warmth built under her sweater. 

Oh boy. 

Well, it was her own stupid, silly brain that got her into this situation, so no backing out now.

She sat down on the examination chair, waiting for Doctor Ryu and the nurse to focus back on her. 

“Legs on the stirrups please,” Doctor Ryu said as she readied the speculum, Zoey complying quietly, breathing deeply.

And as Doctor Ryu swiveled properly into place with her chair, Zoey tried for the most confident look and voice she could muster.

“No funny business, I've got my eye on you.” And she wiggled her hips a bit to get her point across.

Doctor Ryu just looked up at her with furrowed brows, while the nurse next to her snorted into her mask. 

Then Doctor Ryu's eyes went to where she was about to use the speculum, only to be met with the sight of a googly eye on the base of Zoey's butt plug.

“Oh my God,” the nurse whispered, while shaking with silent laughter and trying not to drop the brush for the pap smear she was already holding out for Doctor Ryu.

Meanwhile Doctor Ryu had just fallen silent, eyes locked on, well, Zoey's eye without saying anything. Zoey was mentally preparing herself to be thrown out to the streets butt naked, but then she saw a very dark blush spread over Doctor Ryu's face above the mask.

“I will insert the speculum now, try to relax please,” she said, after a few moments and clearing her throat. 

Now that her artistic vision had been revealed and didn't have a catastrophic outcome the procedure was bearable, and the pap smear was over quickly. 

After she'd handed over the brush and then the speculum to the nurse, Doctor Ryu's gaze flit down once more, then slightly higher, then completely up to her eyes. 

She cleared her throat once more, blush not as prominent anymore. “Make sure to clean the piercing in your clitoral hood regularly, it looks a bit inflamed.”

[Zoey]:

the gyno didn't get a heart attack

but i almost did

hot female gyno

telling me my piercing looks inflamed

i was not prepared

[Miralicious 😏🩷]:

pfff yeah sure, inflamed with horniness knowing you

but just to make sure you could come over 

let it get checked out by a pro

[Zoey]:

and who would be better at that than you

[Miralicious 😏🩷]:

exaaaactly 

Two weeks later, the results had been all negative, so Zoey had, once again, evaded her family's curse for another year. 

And so Zoey decided to celebrate that with some caffeine her own shitty espresso machine couldn't provide. Maybe she should invest in something better. 

That's why she stood in her favorite café, which was thankfully only ten minutes away from her apartment, and waited for the iced matcha latte with an extra shot of espresso and strawberry syrup she'd ordered.

Maybe she should get something sweet to snack on as well, it would be a long day of hunching over her laptop and coding later and-

The scent of peppermint invaded her senses, then she noticed a familiar shade of purple out of the corner of her eyes.

Oh.

Slowly turning her head to her right, she was met with Doctor Ryu's profile, as she studied the coffee menu on the wall behind the counter.

It was normal to talk to your gynecologist outside of an appointment, right? You could just talk to them like they were normal people and not just medical gremlins that lived in their practices, right? 

“Hi,” Zoey simply said, creative as ever. She bit the tip of her tongue. But honestly what could she have said as a greeting? Oh, fancy meeting you without you ready to poke my cervix! Yeah, no.

Doctor Ryu's eyes widened slightly when she turned to look Zoey’s way. Was that a good or bad look? Maybe she should just Naruto run out of here.

“Oh, Ms. Park, hello.” Doctor Ryu's voice was quieter, more timid than during the appointment, and a soft pink hue bloomed on her cheeks the longer she looked at Zoey.

“You remember me.” A smile spread on Zoey's lips as she tried not to creepily gaze into those beautiful brown eyes. Just the normal amount of maybe interested. She started to slightly bounce on the balls of her feet.

“Yeah, it's kind of hard to forget you. I think my colleagues are still talking and giggling about your appointment.” Doctor Ryu's eyes flit down, where Zoey’s crotch, her piercing and other parts were definitely covered by underwear and jeans right now. 

Zoey felt something flutter in her chest. A little bit of heat started to pool low in her stomach, and if she wasn't mistaken Doctor Ryu's look was just a tad more… wanting. 

“Glad to hear that I've made an impression.” Zoey bowed with a chuckle, before taking her matcha latte from the barista, and downing half of it instantly. “So, is this your day off?”

“No,” she focused back on the coffee menu, then on the dessert and snack display right in front of her, “lunch break, but nothing on the menu seems to whet my appetite.”

Zoey raised an eyebrow when Doctor Ryu looked back at her and gave her a complete once-over.

Oh.

Well, wasn't the good doctor daring.

Zoey couldn't, could she?

“There is a place down the street from my apartment. Makes a mean fried rice with fried chicken and the spicy tteokbokki aren't so bad either.” Zoey held her breath, biting her bottom lip as she watched Doctor Ryu cock her head in interest.

All the air left her lungs, as Zoey got slammed against her just closed apartment door and her mouth was claimed in one of the hottest kisses she'd had in her life.

Fuck. 

She hadn't thought Doctor Ryu- Rumi would actually just walk past the takeout place towards her apartment the second Zoey pointed in the general direction. 

The sudden confidence after that first almost shyness was so attractive Zoey had felt her whole body heat up on the way. 

And now here she was, being pushed against the door, hands pinned above her head by one of Rumi's, and a thigh wedged between her own. 

A groan spilled out of her and into Rumi's mouth at the first bit of friction. It was just enough pressure to be there, to be enticing, but not too hard so her piercing would rub unpleasantly against her clit. 

“How can I best get you off in,” Rumi let go of Zoey's bottom lip to look at her wrist watch, after sucking on it way too perfectly for their first time kissing, "less than thirty minutes. Twenty or even fifteen if you want to be a good girl.”

“Oh m- what the f-” Zoey let her head thud back against the door, panting, pleasant shiver after shiver running down her spine, barely able to look at Rumi with half-lidded eyes. “What?”

“My lunch break is over in fifty, I still have to walk back to work, and if you're good I can even get something to eat that isn't you.” Rumi leaned in to nip on her earlobe, then Zoey felt her hot breath puff against the sensitive patch of skin behind her ear. Zoey could feel Rumi taking off her overcoat, then heard the dull impact of the fabric on the floor.

“Okay, okay, yeah we can definitely- I can definitely-” She canted her hips forward, grinding against Rumi's thigh.

“Tell me.” Rumi licked over the shell of her ear, her voice low and smooth, and so fucking erotic it made Zoey moan. 

“Mouth, then strap,” Zoey whined, another buck of her hips, “please.”

And suddenly Rumi's thigh was gone and the woman who had gone from zero to hundred in an instant took a step back.

At least her cheeks were flushed as well.

“Bed?” 

Zoey let her gaze roam for a second, from Rumi's dilated pupils, to her kiss swollen and spit slick lips, to the braid over her shoulder that was slowly starting to unravel - fucking beautiful, Zoey groaned internally. Her fingers twitched, eager to get under the beige knit sweater and very fitting slacks. 

“Yeah,” Zoey breathed out, before taking Rumi's hand and guiding her through the open floor plan to the staircase that would lead up to her open bedroom. “Ignore the mess please, I wasn't exactly prepared,” she said over her shoulder, smiling when Rumi squeezed her hand. 

“As long as there are clean sheets on your bed…”

When they made it up the stairs, Zoey kicked a pair of worn boxer briefs out of the way, wincing slightly when she made contact with the squishy weight of the packer she'd forgotten in there. Then, letting go of Rumi's hand, Zoey dove onto the bed to shove a few of her beloved plushies out of the way.

“So, uh, yeah, I don't know how- uh, you-” Zoey turned back around, mouth dropping open when she saw Rumi pull the sweater over her head and let it fall to the floor. A silken camisole was revealed, that looked soft to the touch, with no bra underneath - Zoey’s eyes instantly zeroing in on the outlines of the stiff nipples straining against the fabric. 

The slacks followed quickly, while Zoey could just watch in awe, as arousal swept up and down, side to side and back and forth through her body. She rubbed her thighs together, the seam of her jeans applying just enough pressure-

“Get your strap for me.”

Zoey nodded like a bobblehead, but before she could break out into a sprint, Rumi grabbed the front of her sweatshirt and pulled her into a kiss. A groan worked its way up her throat quickly at the hint of teeth and Rumi's tongue licking over her bottom lip. It hadn't been long since her last hook-up, but Zoey felt like she was ready to come from the simplest of touches. 

While scrambling to her bedside table, Zoey shucked off every piece of clothing, not caring about putting on a show or taking things slow, for obvious reasons - and Rumi had seen it all anyway. 

Top drawer. Harness, dildo, lube.

Zoey could feel her own slick on the inside of her thighs already, while she moved back to the foot of her bed, as it really slammed into her what was about to happen. The hot gynecologist she’d salivated over after her appointment was here, almost naked, looking at Zoey like she was some kind of prey.

And the most important part - the hot gynecologist wanted to fuck her. 

She took a shuddering breath, as she stepped back up to the woman who looked downright sinful in her underwear, carelessly tossing the bottle of lube onto the bed. Lifting her hand and letting the harness dangle from her fingers, Zoey cocked her head to the side, eyes roaming over the almost naked body in front of her. 

“I'll keep these on, if that's okay with you,” Rumi tugged at the hem of her camisole, looking insecure for a split second. 

“Of course,” Zoey reached out with her free hand, splaying her fingers on Rumi's stomach, the silken fabric warming quickly underneath her palm. She could feel muscles quivering, as she dug her fingertips in slightly. “Then let's get you ready, I remember you telling me that we're on a timer.”

Rumi bit her bottom lip, eyes darkening as she watched Zoey slowly get down on her knees. The harness and dildo were quickly put in place, Zoey having enough experience with it even if her hands were a bit unsteady with excitement. 

With a soft giggle and wide smile, Zoey leaned in to kiss the tip of the teal colored dildo, not breaking eye contact with Rumi. Her hands brushed up Rumi's calf and thighs, until she was cupping Rumi's ass, as her tongue came out to play. Zoey knew the harness didn't do much for whoever wore it, but maybe the visual would be enough to give Rumi something as well.

“I thought you wanted my mouth on you, but would you like to suck me off, Zoey?” Rumi put a hand on the side of Zoey's head, cradling it softly. The way Rumi said her name sent a shiver down Zoey's spine. “Does the thought of me fucking your mouth before you ride me turn you on?”

“Fuck,” Zoey breathed out, and without saying anything else she just opened her mouth and presented her tongue.

“What an obedient little thing,” Rumi cooed, running her hand through Zoey's hair, pushing against the back of her head until the first few inches of the dildo rubbed deliciously over her tongue, “not what I was expecting after your little surprise for me the other day, but I'm not complaining.”

Zoey hummed around the toy, looking up at Rumi with the most innocent eyes she could muster while she started to take more and more of Rumi into her mouth. 

“Not always, though, hm? I bet, when it isn't occupied, you've got quiet the mouth on you, Zoey.” Curling her fingers into Zoey's loose strands, she tugged to apply some pressure on Zoey's scalp. Then started to move her hips.

Zoey just relaxed her jaw, moan vibrating in her throat, while she squeezed Rumi's ass encouragingly, the fabric of Rumi's underwear soft under her fingers.

Shallow thrusts made the familiar weight of the silicone cock slide comfortably in and out of her mouth, her tongue lathering the length with enough of her spit that it started to run down her chin.

She didn't have an oral fixation per se, but she loved the intimacy of giving head - no matter if it was a wet cunt, or a hard cock in front of her. And even if it was only a dildo, the way her sexual partner reacted to it, the way her own mind could imagine the taste of skin, of precum, of the length throbbing on her tongue and in her throat - it made Zoey want to touch herself.

“Can you take more?” Rumi's pupils were blown wide and a pretty blush had spread over her chest, neck and cheeks. 

Zoey just moaned around Rumi's cock - because right now it was - and without preamble swallowed the whole length down until her nose brushed against Rumi's panties. It wasn't the longest or girthiest she'd ever had in her mouth, but the tip still teased her throat. Even if this one always did the job of getting her off when she was being fucked with it, maybe she should get a bigger one for sucking off and deep throating a beautiful, hot gynecologist.

“Such a good girl,” Rumi's voice had dropped lower, she tugged again on Zoey's hair, holding her in place, as she started to thrust in earnest, “and such a beautiful mouth. Look at you.”

Zoey couldn't stop the moans and whimpers spilling out of her. The sensation of Rumi's tight grip on her head, the smell of peppermint mixing with something heady, musky that started to intensify with every second, the thought of Rumi coming down her throat like this - Zoey's body was heating up to the point of her wanting, needing to be touched in any capacity. 

One hand she kept on Rumi's ass, the other she brought to her own breast and started to knead it roughly, started to roll and pinch her nipple hard until it tingled. 

She was about to run her hand further down to cup herself, when a particular hard thrust made her choke for a second. Then Rumi pulled her off the wet silicone with a pop, a string of spit connecting her lips and the tip of the dildo.

“If you're desperate enough to start touching yourself,” Rumi stepped towards the bed and onto it, making herself comfortable, half reclined on the pillows against the headboard, “you can give me a show at least.” She patted her lap, an almost cocky smile on her lips, eyes half-lidded. This confidence was like a drug, and Zoey was on the verge of becoming an addict after just a short but powerful amount of time. 

Zoey was quick to get up, but tried to look at least a little bit sexy as she crawled over the mattress towards Rumi. Rumi who looked so fucking hot with her cock standing at attention, all shiny and slick from Zoey's mouth, her fingers loosely wrapped around the base. 

When she was hovering above Rumi's lap, above the hard length she intimately knew would feel amazing inside of her, she put a hand on the headboard to hold on. The lube wouldn't be needed.

“I'm so wet for you,” her other hand went between her legs, to spread her folds apart and show Rumi just how worked up she was, “I'm gonna take you so well.”

Rumi's breath hitched, as her hands settled on Zoey's hips, fingers flexing and digging into her skin, guiding her down, so gentle and slow that Zoey could feel every little inch as she sank down. 

Rumi's lips parted with her own quiet moan. 

“Fuck, you're so gorgeous, Zoey.” Rumi's eyes were locked on Zoey's cunt, where she was currently splitting Zoey open, and it sent a shiver of heat through every cell of Zoey's body.

“Nothing you haven't seen before,” Zoey quipped, then bit the tip of her tongue as a groan rumbled through her throat, head tipping back as she took Rumi in completely. 

Rumi hummed, quickly urging Zoey back up, then pulling her down again, moving her until they'd found a steady rhythm.

“I couldn't stop thinking about you.” Rumi's thumbs drew circles on Zoey’s skin, closer and closer to where Zoey’s clit was throbbing against her piercing. “Wish we'd have more time so I could work that silly butt plug into you. Maybe gag you. Stretch you out in every way.”

Both of her hands were holding onto the headboard for dear life as she bounced up and down, Rumi's filthy words filling her mind with images that made more slick gush out of her, and her breath hitch. Her moans were getting louder and louder with every slap of skin and every obscene squelch with Rumi's cock fucking into her. 

“Want to be bigger for you, would you like that?” Rumi was softly flicking her piercing now, making her grind into every little touch and her walls clench around Rumi's hard length. “Just the thought of seeing your pussy stretch around something thick, fuck, Zoey-”

“This- hng- oh Go- this is the biggest dildo I have,” Zoey huffed out. Words were hard right now with the way her toes and fingertips started to buzz and a tidal wave of pleasure was about to drown her. “Barely- fuck-  had anything bigger than that.”

“That's okay,” Rumi snapped her hips up, panting now as well, “we can work up to what I have in mind. If you- oh- if you want that, too.”

“Yes, fuck yes, just- don't stop, please.” Zoey's movements got desperate, one hand on her breast now, tugging on her nipple in time with Rumi's thrusts, sending bolts of pain and pleasure straight down to her core.

The muscles in her thighs, her stomach, her ass were starting to burn and tremble - from the way she was riding Rumi so desperately, chasing, chasing, chasing that little bit more, to her body buzzing with every touch of Rumi's thumbs against her piercing. 

“Close- so close,” she gasped. Her face was hot, everything was hot, everything tingled, and quivered, and clenched, and everything was just so-

Rumi sat up, wrapping her arms around Zoey's waist, and putting her mouth on Zoey's breast. The shift in position made Zoey keen and grind harder, deeper. Arching into Rumi's hot, wet mouth and burying her hands in the mess of a braid to hold Rumi right there.

Rumi's tongue on her nipple, then teeth; another roll of her hips, delicious friction against her clit; the dildo hitting every perfect spot inside of her-

Zoey tugged on Rumi's hair, until her head was tipped back and she could bring their lips together in a desperate kiss, that wasn't much of a kiss anymore as her orgasm crashed into her. Every staccato-like high-pitched moan she gave to Rumi, made sure to get at least something of herself inside the other woman - even if it was just the memory of how Zoey sounded when she fell apart because of her.

Rumi held her through it, let her ride it out, kissed her through the aftershocks with soft lips and gentle nips of her teeth. Warmth and relaxation spread into every corner of Zoey's body, and if this wasn't supposed to be a lunch break quickie she would've taken her time to come down and ride Rumi so slow and sensual until she'd beg Zoey to finish her off.

But now Rumi was caressing her shoulders, her back, with just her fingertips, sending softer shivers down Zoey's spine. And with every twitch of her muscles Zoey got more and more aware of the wet mess she'd made on Rumi's lap.

“So… how did I do?” Leaning back, but not getting off Rumi's lap, she looked at Rumi with a self-satisfied grin.

Rumi raised an eyebrow, as if she was about to verbally put Zoey in her place, before checking the time on the delicate, golden watch on her wrist. “I think I can even get some lunch, if I hurry.”

“What I get from this is that I did good.” Zoey wiggled her eyebrows, suddenly in a silly mood now that the urgent need had been satisfied. “Unless you want me to…” She reached behind herself and trailed her fingers up Rumi's thigh.

Then Rumi's stomach rumbled, making her blush darken a shade. 

“Uh, yeah, I guess, you know, I should,” Rumi started to mumble incoherently and looked down at a random spot on the bed.

Zoey just snorted, slowly getting off Rumi's lap now, biting her bottom lip to suppress a moan when the dildo slipped out. She'd really made a mess - the harness and Rumi's underwear were soaked, the silicone cock covered in her slick.

Usually Zoey would joke about what Rumi had said earlier about eating her for lunch, but the confidence of moments before seemed to have been evaporated by that untimely stomach growl.

“Do you want to borrow some underwear? Wouldn't want your fancy slacks to get stained.” Zoey's hands were already working on getting the harness off Rumi, while Rumi just watched her, barely lifting her butt to help.

“Maybe I'd like that.” Rumi curled a finger under Zoey's chin to tip her head up. Her pupils were still blown wide, and suddenly Zoey wasn't so sure anymore that Rumi would make it back to work at all. “What if I want to smell like you for the rest of the day.”

Zoey's lips parted on a soft exhale, mouth suddenly very dry. That whiplash from seeing the blubbering mess instantly going back to this seductive goddess made Zoey groan and slump forward and into Rumi, who still hadn't moved. 

“If you don't stop being this hot, you're not gonna be there for your afternoon appointments, Doctor Ryu,” Zoey said, a smirk forming on her lips when she felt Rumi shiver slightly. 

In the end, Rumi did borrow a slip - a simple one with an arrow and INSERT HERE on the front. Of course Zoey had underwear without any prints on them, but knowing that serious Doctor Ryu would walk around with this for the rest of the day gave her a little thrill. 

While Rumi cleaned up and changed in the bathroom, Zoey kept lying on her bed for a second longer, just staring up at the ceiling that was littered with glow in the dark stars that didn't even glow anymore. A giggle escaped her, as she kicked her feet giddily against the mattress. What in the fuck had just happened? 

If it weren't for the sound of Rumi moving around in the bathroom and that little bit of soreness between her legs, Zoey would think this had all been an elaborate wet dream and she'd wake up with imprints of her keyboard on her cheek and maybe a sticky note on her forehead.

It really was unfair how well put together Rumi looked as Zoey walked her to the front door - braid all proper again, the last bit of blush would fade outside and Zoey didn't even leave any marks on her. While Zoey, in an oversized shirt and nothing else, after a quick look in the mirror, looked well and truly fucked. 

To be fair, that summed up this little tryst pretty well.

“Can I get your number, or should I call the front desk to make another appointment?” Zoey leaned against the doorframe, while Rumi checked the pockets of her overcoat for her belongings. 

“This is super unprofessional, but if it's okay with you I'll just get your number from our saved contacts and text you later?” Rumi leaned in for a kiss, lingering and brushing her knuckles over Zoey's jaw. 

“Yes, please, and if you want to continue playing doctor after you're off work in the evening, you know where to find me.”

[Hot Doctor™️]:

The fried rice and the tteokbokki you recommended are really good.

[Zoey]:

glad that you don't need to starve while looking at other private parts all afternoon 😌

[Hot Doctor™️]:

I hope it goes without saying that I usually don't do this with a patient.

[Zoey]:

what? i'm the only one getting a home visit and such a good private pelvic exam that i still want to touch myself rn?

i'm shocked dr ryu

and flattered

[Hot Doctor™️]:

Did anyone ever tell you that you're kind of a menace?

[Zoey]:

yeP

(imagine that P with a loud af popping sound)

a cute menace tho 😚

and you're one to talk

if we’d had more time i could've come from your dirty talk alone

[Hot Doctor™️]:

Okay, I need to eat and then get back to my appointments.

Bye.

[Zoey]:

aw leaving me all by myself

with the panties you forgot in my bathroom

oh nooo~

[Hot Doctor™️]:

Menace.

Rumi did in fact show up that evening, as did she almost every evening that week. Not staying over, but sometimes having dinner with Zoey and then burning the calories instantly afterwards, before going home.

“So, we haven't talked about being exclusive or dating or whatever,” Zoey waved around with her chopsticks, before she continued to dive into her takeout container with japchae, “because I've got this friend, y’know.”

She felt Rumi tense next to her.

“You're with someone?” Rumi's voice got quiet and lost all mirth that had been there during their conversation just seconds prior.

“I mean, not really?” Zoey put her food down next to Rumi's already empty container on the couch table to turn towards and focus on her completely. Fuck, Rumi looked like she was about to jump up and run out of Zoey's apartment. “It's a friends with benefits situation, but I haven't been with her since we've started this. Promise.”

“And it would be okay for you to date or be with just one person?” Rumi didn't meet Zoey's eyes anymore, fingers tugging on the hem of her blouse that wasn't even completely buttoned up anymore, after Zoey had pulled her into the apartment, all needy and ready to have Rumi right then and there, until she’d noticed the takeout. The silky camisole underneath still looked like it wanted to be taken off.

“Yeah. I tried having benefits with multiple friends before and it wasn't really for me. My insecurities didn't really gel with that. I don't know if it would be the same in a serious relationship, but…” Zoey shrugged, reaching out and taking one of Rumi's hands into her own, caressing her nervous fingers with her thumbs. “I like what we're doing, I like spending time with you, and you promised me we'd work up to something the first time you fucked me.”

Rumi snorted, her face lighting up. “Of course you would bring that up now.”

“It's hard to forget when the hot woman who's inside you with a strap tells you she wants to stretch you out with something thick.” Zoey's mouth curled into a predatory grin, and with slow movements, so Rumi could stop her if she wanted to, she crawled over her until Rumi was pressed into the side of the couch. Hovering over her stretched out body, Zoey enjoyed taking in the little changes in Rumi - how she relaxed, the faint blush dusting her cheeks, and her gaze turning hungry for something other than takeout. “So, Doctor Ryu, where's that attitude and when are we gonna start?”

[Zoey]:

miraaaaaaaaaa

[MIRAculous Ladybug 🩷]:

zoooooooooeeeeeeeey

[Zoey]:

you still love me right?

[MIRAculous Ladybug 🩷]:

uh yeah?

just bc we're not fucking anymore doesn't mean i don't care about you

that's why it's FRIENDS with benefits

dummy

[Zoey]:

okay ☺️

just wanted to make sure

for my brain

[MIRAculous Ladybug 🩷]:

i know

sooooo

was there sth else or?

[Zoey]:

OH

RIGHT

so since you still love me 😬

[MIRAculous Ladybug 🩷]:

i already regret asking

[Zoey]:

would you go with me to the store again where we bought the harness?

i don't want to go alone and the store lady has the hots for you

[MIRAculous Ladybug 🩷]:

you want me to go with you to get new sex toys for you and your hot lady doctor?

what do i get out of this? 

[Zoey]:

probably a phone number

my eternal gratitude

some boba afterwards

aaaaand maybe i was thinking about letting you do the thing you've been nagging me about ever since we met

[MIRAculous Ladybug 🩷]:

ohohoho so some other new toys as well

sick

i'm in 

[Zoey]:

YAY ☺️🩷

Rumi answered the call after a few seconds. “Hey, baby.”

Zoey moaned, the word of endearment washing through her like a heatwave, making her spread her legs even more. 

“Zoey, I'm in the break room, just- wait a second-” the last words were muffled, as if Rumi had just quickly stuffed her phone into the pocket of her lab coat.

A giggle broke out of her that was quickly replaced by a loud breathy exhale as she angled the dildo just right. 

“Fuck, baby,” Rumi cooed, her voice having that special cadence that made Zoey feel like a good girl, even if she definitely wasn't one right now, “you know I'm at work.”

“But- ha- you're on your lunch break, aren't you?” Her hips bucked up into each leisurely thrust. The new, bigger toy felt fucking fantastic - she was just sad that she wasn't breaking it in with Rumi. “Don't you want to hear me, baby? How I'm fucking myself while thinking about you?” 

Rumi groaned and Zoey turned her head to smile at the phone next to her on her pillow. 

“Do you want a picture?” Zoey gasped loudly as she hilted the dildo inside of her and rubbed her palm against her clit, the pressure on her piercing sending sparks all over that most sensitive part of her. “Or a video?”

A curse came through the speakerphone - it made Zoey giggle again. 

“What I want is to cancel dinner with my aunt,” Rumi grumbled, then her voice dropped lower, “and you know I'll take everything you want to give me, baby.”

“Okay,” she kept grinding, barely moving the dildo, just clenching around it, basking in this new filling sensation. With her free hand she took her phone and brought it closer to her stuffed core. “You hear that?” Slowly she pulled the toy out, then plunged it back in, over and over, accompanied by obscene squelching sounds and her stuttering moans. 

“Oh, you're so wet.”

Zoey could imagine the look on Rumi's face, the hunger and awe as she watched the silicone cock being swallowed by Zoey's needy cunt and just getting drenched in her slick. It made her rock her hips even harder into every thrust. 

“Fuck, Ru- please talk to me,” Zoey dropped the phone somewhere on the bed next to her, so her hand was free to cup her own breast. As soon as her fingers brushed over her already hard nipple a whine left her throat and she arched into her own touch, back bowing off the bed. 

“Wish I was on top of you,” Rumi’s voice was just loud enough that Zoey could hear her - her office wasn't exactly soundproof, “wish it were me fucking you open. Which one are you using right now?”

Zoey closed her eyes, envisioning Rumi above her, spreading her legs apart, and sliding into her with languid strokes of her hips. Her hand slowed a bit to match her imagination. “The blue one, the- the one I bought with Mira at the store.”

“Ah, the one you bought with Mira.” 

If Rumi were here right now, she would've started rutting hard at the mention of Mira’s name. As if she wanted to erase every trace Mira might've left on or in Zoey's body. So Zoey sped up again, palm slapping against her slick wet folds, every hit to her piercing making her clit throb more and more.

“I will buy you the next one when we move up a size for you,” it was almost a growl, and Zoey's breath hitched at the possessive tone and words, “if you can take it.”

“I can take it, I promise, I- fuck- I will, I want-” Words were spilling out of her, almost incoherently, she just wanted, needed, for Rumi to keep talking. Her whole body was on fire, her toes curled with every thrust, with every twist of her wrist to hit every sweet spot inside of her, and with every wet squelch slick trickled out of her, down her ass and onto the sheets.

“Yeah? Can you?”

“Yes- it feels so good how you- oh Go- how you stretch me, how you fill me up. I want more, please baby, give me more- I can-” 

“Fuck, baby, I can't wait to see you take my biggest cock. But you'll need to be a good girl first, make sure that you're properly prepared.” Rumi's breath hitched, short of turning into labored panting. “Can you feel how much I want you? How hard I am for you?”

Zoey nodded, clenching around the hard shaft, moans spilling out of her in abundance. “Rumi, Rumi, Rumi please-”

“I'm here, baby. Play with your piercing for me. Wish I could put my mouth on it, feel you twitch and throb against my tongue, before I fuck you into the mattress.”

“Oh fuck- oh God-” Another hard thrust, her other hand moving down her stomach until she rolled the jewel at the top of the barbell with her fingertips, then tugged slightly until she keened. “Rumi, I'm-”

“Yes, baby, let go. Be a good girl and come all over me, you know how much I love the messes you make,” Rumi purred.

And Zoey did - every little bit of pleasure rising and cresting with one last buck of her hips and then all her muscles tensed, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and a deep, primal groan ripped through her throat as she came around the blue dildo deep inside of her, a gush of wetness staining her palm and fingers even more. 

Her ears were ringing and her vision was a bit fuzzy around the edges, as Rumi talked her down from her little floaty trip to the orgasm dimension. Now that she wasn't moving anymore she felt the strain in her left arm after the workout she'd put it through, and she rolled her wrist to loosen it up a bit, the joints popping satisfyingly. She needed that hand later for work.

“I don't know how I'm supposed to think about anything other than the sounds you just made,” Rumi's tone was close to a whine and Zoey huffed out a laugh, not feeling bad in the slightest.

“You could always come over after your dinner plans,” another moan escaped her when she pulled the toy out slowly, an obscene amount of slick following it, “and you could stay the night if you want.”

Zoey bit her bottom lip and held her breath in anticipation. She knew this relationship was more than just fucking around, even if they hadn't put a label on it, but it felt kind of weird that Rumi hadn't stayed over yet, and slowly but surely it began to gnaw on her insecurities. 

There was a moment of them just breathing into the stillness over the speakerphone, and Zoey was already planning to backtrack, to placate and joke how she’d be able to keep herself busy with everything she’d purchased at that store. It’s no problem, really.

“Okay.”

Her pulse was about to beat itself out of her neck, ears and cheeks heating up from a different kind of pleasure. The warm, fuzzy and butterfly-y kind. 

“Yeah?” Zoey breathed out, scared that she’d shatter the moment.

“Yeah, I’d love to be with you tonight.” 

Rumi was tipsy when Zoey opened the apartment door. She leaned against the frame, a goofy, crooked smile making her look more plastered than she really was. 

“Hey, baby,” she said, words just slightly slurred, when Zoey let her in. Her overnight bag dropped to the floor with a dull thud, and before Zoey could make a joke about any potential fun stuff Rumi might have in there, Rumi’s hand curled into her shirt and pulled her in.

The kiss was a bit sloppy, making Zoey giggle against Rumi’s lips. She tasted like alcohol, and- was that-?

“Since when do you smoke cigarettes?” Zoey leaned back for a second, reaching around Rumi to push the door closed.

“I don’t, not really, it’s like a tradition to end the dinners with my aunt.” Rumi brought her hand up to cup Zoey’s cheek, the smell lingering slightly on her fingers as well, and ran her thumb over Zoey’s spit slick bottom lip. “A scotch and a cigarette before we go our separate ways again for a few months.”

Zoey hummed, then gasped as Rumi leaned in to place a featherlight kiss right below her ear. 

“Do you want to shower together and wash off the evening?” Zoey ran her hands up and down Rumi’s side, itching to unbutton the perfectly ironed blouse and unwrap Rumi like a present. A present just for her. 

“Uhm-” Rumi tensed for a second. 

Zoey curled her fingers into the fabric, creasing it. Not only hadn’t Rumi stayed the night so far, but Zoey hadn’t seen her completely naked yet either. Which she respected of course, she got to touch Rumi over her camisoles and panties, but she really wouldn’t be opposed to experiencing all that they’re doing with Rumi’s naked body moving against her own.

Rumi took a shuddering breath, then nodded. 

A delighted smile took over the bottom half of Zoey’s face - it felt like it spread from ear to ear. And without waiting she took Rumi’s hands in her own, and while walking backwards, not taking her eyes off Rumi, she guided them towards the bathroom. Her thumbs drew circles over every part of Rumi’s hands she could reach, trying to ease her nerves that were plain as day on her face. 

The light in the bathroom was bright and unflattering, but Rumi still looked like she could be on the cover of a magazine - even with her disheveled braid and glassy eyes, lipstick slightly smudged from their kiss. 

“You can go ahead, I’ll brush my teeth first, so I don’t taste like an ashtray anymore.” Rumi’s crooked smile seemed the slightest bit forced now, and a small knot of anxiety started to form in the pit of Zoey’s stomach. She didn’t want to force Rumi into doing anything if she was uncomfortable. But Rumi had agreed to everything willingly, right?

Zoey quickly got a spare toothbrush out of the cabinet under the sink, then turned on the shower. 

“Not too hot, please.”

“Oh, of course,” Zoey said, lowering the temperature. Usually she’d put the water on the verge of burning her skin off, but she’d do anything to make it feel good for Rumi. Then she started to take off her clothes, smiling when she noticed Rumi’s eyes on her in the mirror. A little bit of toothpaste started to dribble down her chin, and with a squeak she wiped it away before it could drip onto her blouse. 

When Zoey stepped under the warm spray of water, she groaned at the feeling of it running down her back. 

“There you go with your sounds again,” Rumi laughed softly. Her form was blurry through the frosted glass, but Zoey could see her unbuttoning her blouse and shrugging it off her shoulders.

“I was crouched over my laptop like a cave goblin all afternoon, but I’m so used to it that I wasn’t prepared for the warm water to feel so good.” Zoey groaned again, softening it to a moan just for good measure. 

Eagerly, Zoey listened for every little sound of rustling clothes and Rumi stepping closer to the shower.

“Could you close your eyes?” Rumi’s voice was quiet, tentative.

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Zoey stood ramrod straight now, hands clenched into fists at her sides. She’d leave her eyes closed forever if she’d be allowed to feel and touch Rumi’s wet, naked body.

She heard Rumi step into the shower, closing the glass door behind her, then she could feel Rumi’s presence. So close. Zoey dug her nails into her palms to keep from reaching out.

Then one of Rumi’s hands curled around her left wrist and guided it upwards. 

“Open your hand,” Rumi’s voice was barely audible over the rush of the water enveloping them. 

Zoey did as she was told, still firmly keeping her eyes closed against every instinct, and then she made contact with soft, wet skin and a breath she didn’t know she was holding whooshed out of her. 

Slowly, Rumi guided her hand across her chest, palm gliding across a hardening nipple, and just as she was about to envelop Rumi’s breast completely Zoey could feel something. A different texture under her fingertips. Raised, rougher skin low on her sternum. And Rumi moved her further along, under the soft swell of her breasts, over her stomach where muscles tensed under her touch. Even her lower stomach, close to where Zoey could already feel heat radiating from Rumi’s core, was covered with what Zoey assumed to be scarred tissue.

“There was an accident at a friend’s house when I was a kid. Boiling water.”

Zoey opened her eyes, but kept her gaze on Rumi’s, on the rivulets of water running down her face and her hair - how it turned a darker shade of purple as it got soaked.

“His parents didn’t know any better and tried to cool it with ice and bags of whatever frozen things they had in the freezer. But that just made it worse and it took them way too long to call for an ambulance.” Rumi shrugged, letting go of Zoey’s hand. “My aunt worked at the local hospital at that time, maybe they were scared of how she would react.”

Zoey slowly wrapped her arms around Rumi’s waist and pulled her closer, trembling softly when their bodies connected completely. She placed soft kisses on Rumi’s cheek, her jaw, her temple until she could feel Rumi relax more and more into the embrace.

“Thank you for telling me.”

“It’s been a while since I’ve been so intimate with someone.” Rumi’s fingers were trailing up and down Zoey’s arms, tracing random patterns into her skin. 

“Oh, Doctor Ryu,” Zoey cooed, opting for some lightheartedness, “private home visits and tragic backstory? I must be really special.”

And instantly she regretted opening her mouth. Tragic backstory? What the fuck, Zoey?

But thankfully Rumi just snorted out a laugh, then nuzzled the side of Zoey’s head with her nose, her lips touching Zoey's ear.

“You are, baby, you really, really are.” 

They didn't talk much for the rest of the shower, just traded soft touches and kisses while letting the water wash away the shower gel and shampoo. 

Zoey still tried not to look too much, but while Rumi started to work on her long hair, Zoey grabbed the big fluffy towel and began to pat her dry after she was done herself. And so she took everything in - the splotchy, red discoloration here and there, and the uneven patches of scarred and raised skin starting from the lower area of Rumi's chest to her lower stomach. In places it didn't look as pronounced, more like stretch marks, while some areas were visibly bumpy. 

Kneeling down, Zoey continued toweling off Rumi's legs - she couldn't help herself and leaned in to kiss her thigh, the scent of her own lemon and honey shower gel mixing with something that was wholly Rumi. 

“Would you like to help me with the body lotion?” Rumi had her hair wrapped up in a towel on top of her head and looked down at her with half-lidded eyes.

“Yeah,” Zoey nodded and got up, slightly bouncing on the balls of her feet as Rumi grabbed the lotion bottle, “if there's any moment you don't feel comfortable with me touching you, please tell me, okay?”

“Just be gentle. After showering it's always a bit sensitive when it's not moisturized yet.” 

“I can do gentle.” Zoey held out her hands and after getting a generous amount of lotion squeezed into her palms, began at Rumi's shoulders and worked her way down. “But I can also not be gentle. Just so you know.” She threw in a cheeky wink and wide smile.

“Mhm, I can imagine it perfectly.” Rumi rolled her eyes, but smiled back at her just the same.

Zoey took her time, getting acquainted with this new part of Rumi she was now allowed to touch. And if she paid a little bit more attention to moisturizing than she normally would, who could blame her.

When she was done she wrapped Rumi up in her fluffy bathrobe, while she didn't bother putting anything on herself. She'd take it off in bed anyway, it didn't feel like a pajama kind of night for her.

Rumi finished blowdrying her hair and was already on her way upstairs, while Zoey quickly grabbed Rumi's overnight bag from next to the apartment door. Her heart was beating so hard inside her chest, Zoey feared Rumi could hear it all the way in her bedroom. This was… she couldn't even put it into words. The trust and vulnerability Rumi had shared with her - it almost brought tears to her eyes. 

She took a shuddering breath, swallowing it down for now. First she wanted to hold Rumi, all of her, before she'd indulge in her own little overspill of emotions. 

When she'd made her way upstairs, Rumi sat on the edge of her bed, holding the bathrobe closed and just looked at her with such a soft, unguarded expression, Zoey was sure she was about to melt into a puddle. 

“Seems like you had a plan,” Rumi said with a small smile, nodding towards the bedside table where Zoey had already put the strap, plug and lube.

Zoey put the bag down by her wardrobe. “Can you blame me?” Then she stepped up and sank down on her knees in front of Rumi, reaching out to touch her naked calves and just caressing the skin with her thumbs. “I'm just happy you want to stay the night, okay? And if you want to sleep with an army of plushies between us… it would bruise my ego, but that would also be fine.”

“No,” Rumi cupped her cheek softly, seemingly all sobered up now, “I meant it when I said I'd love to be with you tonight. That hasn't changed.”

Before she slipped under the covers to join Zoey, Rumi shrugged off the robe, omitting to put on a sleep shirt as well. Zoey's fingers itched to reach out when Rumi was directly in front of her, their noses almost touching, but she'd let Rumi do the first step, let Rumi decide what she'd want to happen tonight.

Their breaths mingled. Zoey didn't dare say anything, this moment felt so fragile, and she didn't want to pop any kind of bubble that had settled around them by blurting out something that would be too much. 

But then Rumi was moving, connecting their lips in a soft kiss. Zoey brought her hand up to cup Rumi's neck, nails scratching over her skin and making Rumi shiver. With every slide of their lips against each other, Zoey's breath came faster and faster. Warmth building not only in her body, but underneath the sheets as well. 

Zoey traced Rumi's bottom lip with the tip of her tongue, preening when Rumi gasped quietly, needy, and shuffled closer. Closer, closer until Zoey got rolled onto her back and Rumi was stretched out on top of her.

Her brain short-circuited at the feeling of Rumi's naked body against her own - the swell of her breasts, her toned stomach, and, fuck, suddenly Rumi's bare, hot cunt was on her thigh. 

Without thinking she angled her leg just right, moving into Rumi, into the heat and dampness that intensified by the second. 

Rumi moaned into her mouth, and it spurred Zoey on - her hands running down Rumi's back, until she was cupping her ass - wanting to hear that sound over and over again until it was ingrained into her every cell. 

“Is this okay?” Zoey asked with whatever brainpower was left, barely keeping herself from urging Rumi to move, to fuck her bare self on Zoey's thigh.

“Yeah, just need to feel you.” And as soon as the words had left her pretty mouth she rolled her hips once, dragging her wet folds over Zoey's skin. 

Then another roll of her hips, and another, and another, until her slick coated Zoey's thigh and eased her desperate movements.

“Feel how wet I am for you?” Rumi moaned as she rubbed her clit over Zoey's tense muscle. 

“Uh-huh.” Zoey's fingers flexed, squeezing Rumi's ass and encouraging her, rocking into her and feeling herself get wet beyond belief. Fuck, she needed- “Baby, please, I need you, too.”

Propping herself up on one arm next to Zoey's head, Rumi gazed at her, not looking away as she locked her thigh in place, pressing deliciously into Zoey's cunt. Both groaned at the contact, both bucked their hips, smearing slick, pushing and pulling until they'd found a rhythm that had both of them moaning wantonly.

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby.” Rumi trailed her hand down until she deftly grabbed the back of Zoey's thigh to wrap it around her waist, opening Zoey up even more.

“Oh fu-” Zoey arched into Rumi at the intense grind against her piercing and clit. She was dripping, her cunt throbbing with every rut against Rumi's smooth skin. 

Their movements intensified, Zoey's bed was rocking with their harsh rhythm, the air around them filled with the smell of sex and their sounds of pleasure. 

On her own, Zoey raised her leg even higher until her thigh was pressed up against her chest. “Fuck me, please,” her tone was desperate, but so was the heat that pooled low in her stomach. Just that little bit more, just-

Rumi shuffled higher, angled herself, pushed down harder on Zoey's raised leg, and then her cunt was sliding against Zoey's. 

Zoey's breath hitched, hiccups turning into desperate sobs as she rolled her hips into this new, wet sensation. With every messy grind their slicks mixed, obscene squelching sounds making Zoey's ears burn and toes curl. The way in which Rumi rubbed herself all over Zoey, how she took what she needed, but gave Zoey just as well, sent shocks of pleasure up and down her spine. 

“Gonna come all over you, baby.” Rumi had her eyes closed, her lips were parted and her fingers dug harshly into Zoey's skin, sure to leave bruises. 

“Yes, yes, give it to me, I want it, I want you-” 

Rumi ground down harder, making stars explode in Zoey's vision. 

“Just like that, please Rumi, oh fuck, don't stop, don't stop-” Heat spread into every cell of her body, her hands moving all over Rumi, grabbing, just holding onto her, dragging her nails down her back and sides, as Rumi fucked her into oblivion.

“Fuck, baby, Zoey, Zo-” Rumi's thrusts lost all rhythm as her muscles began to quiver - Zoey could feel her throbbing, and with just one more roll of her hips slick gushed out of her in abundance, covering Zoey's already wet cunt in her cum.

The sensation of Rumi trembling against her, high-pitched moan ringing in Zoey's ears, coming all over her, of everything they'd shared that night, tipped Zoey over the edge as well, bucking up desperately and rubbing her clit against Rumi until she came with an animalistic groan. 

Zoey's leg was still trapped between them, when Rumi leaned forward to kiss her gently, languidly, like they had all the time in the world, and like Rumi wasn't still pressed up against her and fanning the flames that still simmered under her skin. 

But with a last, soft nip to her bottom lip, Rumi untangled herself, to flop down next to her and snuggle into Zoey's side instantly with a contented sigh. 

Zoey didn't know how to function anymore. She hadn't said it before, didn't dare ask for it, but she'd craved that kind of intimacy after sex. And now Rumi had her arm around Zoey's waist, her head tucked into the crook of Zoey's neck and breathed against her damp skin.

She could still feel Rumi on her thigh and between her legs, and it made her want to giggle and kick her feet. And that's what she did, at least the giggling part, while she wrapped her arms around Rumi and pulled her even closer.

“What?” Rumi brushed her nose over Zoey's jaw, voice low and raspy with exhaustion and soon-to-be sleep. 

“You came all over me,” Zoey whispered into the darkness of the room, like it was a secret.

“Yeah? What about it?” A soft kiss just under Zoey's jaw; Rumi smiling against her.

“Nothing, just thought it was neat.” Zoey tipped her head to the side to give Rumi more room.

“Neat is what I get, I see how it is,” Rumi grumbled, before cupping her cheek and bringing their mouths together, kissing Zoey like she wanted to imprint herself on Zoey's lips. Kissing her, until their lips were bruised and tingling, and both of them got sluggish and giggly with tiredness and the comfortable warmth of their bodies so close together. 

“You look so pretty like this,” Rumi said far too sweetly with how her thumb was pressing down on the flared base of the plug buried inside her ass and the hard thrusts of her hips that made Zoey's bed rock and her cheek rub over the sheets.

“I bet you- ah- say that to all the girls.” Zoey hadn't been prepared for her morning to start with Rumi eating her out, real breakfast afterwards and now being split open around Rumi's cock, but she wasn't complaining. Not when she was finally able to feel that dildo being used on her by Rumi. 

“We really should get you a gag, baby,” Rumi slowed down to a teasing grind, making Zoey whine, “keep that bratty mouth of yours occupied when I don't use it.”

“Please don't stop.” Zoey tried to fuck herself on the dildo that was stretching her out so deliciously, clenched her muscles so both sensations of being filled sent white hot pleasure all through her body, but Rumi held her in place. “I got one- I bought- it's in the bedside ta- fuck-!”

Zoey got pushed forward by a harsh thrust, and suddenly it wasn't a slow grind anymore, but making sure that Zoey would feel how Rumi had fucked her for days to come.

“Oh, did you buy it with Mira?” Mira's name was almost growled, Zoey moaning at the possessiveness in Rumi's voice. Her fingers curled into the sheets, holding on, while it seemed like Rumi wanted to bury herself as deep as possible in Zoey's dripping cunt. A slap on her ass, when she didn't answer fast enough, made Zoey whine. “Tell me, baby.”

“Yes, I- I did, fuck,” her words trembled around the incessant moans that tumbled out of her with each hard rut into her. 

Rumi's fingers, her nails dug into Zoey's hips, sure to leave marks as she pulled Zoey into each thrust. It felt so good, the stretch, both her holes being filled, Rumi pounding into her, staking her claim with her roughness. 

“She didn't even touch it,” Zoey gasped into the sheets, saliva running out of her open mouth and wetting the fabric, “I promise.”

“I'll make sure you only think about me when I put it in your mouth.” Rumi slapped her ass again, before spreading her cheeks and reapplying pressure on the plug, making Zoey's breath stutter.

“It's purple, it'll always make me think about- oh fuck- you, baby, Rumi, please don't stop-” Zoey could feel her orgasm building with every powerful pump of Rumi's hips, “I don't want to use it with- yes harder fuck- anyone else.”

And Rumi complied, doubling her efforts, driving her cock deep, hitting that sweet spot every time, making Zoey see stars. 

Rumi's moans got louder and more frequent with every word out of Zoey's mouth. 

“You'll only come for me,” Rumi's voice became high-pitched with moans and whines, “only stretch so beautifully around my cock, won't you baby?”

“Yes, yes, fuck, only for you, only for-” Zoey bit into the sheets to muffle her scream when Rumi reached around and pinched her clit, rolled her piercing between two fingers, pushing her over the edge in an instant. 

A sob tore out of her when Rumi suddenly pulled out and she got flipped onto her back with a strength she hadn't anticipated. Then Rumi pushed her legs apart and lined herself up again.

“Want to look at your face when I come inside of you.” Rumi rubbed the tip of her cock teasingly around Zoey's entrance, her walls still clenching, now around nothing, and slick gushing out of her. “Can I?”

Zoey was still tingling and trembling all over, barely through the crest of her orgasm, her whole body flushed with her peaked arousal. She took a deep shuddering breath, then trailed her hands down her own body until she spread her folds open to bare herself even more. 

Rumi's pupils were blown wide, her lips parted before she bit down on her bottom lip. And then she pushed in again, making Zoey arch off the bed as she got filled at a new angle, the plug moving and feeling differently inside of her as well. 

“Can't wait to use the next size,” Rumi panted as she began thrusting again, Zoey now able to take in Rumi's body in action, trailing her eyes over her flushed face, her breasts - how they swayed with every move of her hips - and her abs contracting under her patterned skin. “Fuck, your pussy is so beautiful, Zoey.”

Zoey couldn't respond, was too far gone for words, still wrecked by her climax moments prior, and now Rumi was drilling into her again.

Rumi worked herself into a frenzy, hips a blur, and Zoey barely had time to comprehend anything that was happening inside her body, when the heat low in her stomach threatened to swallow her again.

“Rumi, I’m- ha- I'm gonna-” 

“Me, too, baby,” Rumi gasped, lowering herself onto her forearms, bracketing Zoey’s head, their noses almost touching, moans mingling and slick skin slapping against slick skin. 

Their rhythm lost all focus, turned sloppy as Rumi tried to grind Zoey into the next orgasm, before she let herself come. So Zoey trailed her hands down Rumi’s back, leaving red trails behind with her fingernails, to grab Rumi’s ass and aid her in her movements, pulling her in and holding her close.

Desperate rutting, delicious friction against her clit, and another hard, deep thrust sent Zoey headfirst over the edge. She arched into Rumi, and without thinking bit into the fleshy part of Rumi’s shoulder right in front of her. She didn’t draw blood, but the hiss of pain mixed with a desperate whine told her that Rumi followed her instantly - coming so hard her whole body folded on top of her, trembling like a leaf. 

Her walls clenched around Rumi's length, wanting to milk every last drop that wasn’t really there. 

“Wish I could feel your cum inside of me,” Zoey murmured into Rumi’s ear, tracing the shell with the tip of her tongue, causing Rumi to shiver and her hips to twitch forward. Rumi’s weight and warmth felt perfect - Zoey wanted to keep her right there for hours, maybe days.

“Don’t rile me up again, I can’t feel my thighs right now.” Rumi nuzzled Zoey’s neck, breathing her in and mouthing sloppily at her pulse point. 

Zoey felt the sheets wet and messy under her butt, and not only from her own release.

“Aw, did you make a mess, baby?” Her fingers dug into Rumi’s lower back, her voice a contented purr. “Maybe you should’ve fucked your cum into me instead of squirting it all over the place.”

“Where was that gag again?” Rumi lifted herself back onto her forearms, face flushed a deep red.

“Nope.” Zoey quickly wrapped her arms around Rumi’s shoulders and pulled her back down again. “Too late. You had the pleasure of railing me to your heart’s content, now you have to suffer the consequences.”

Rumi muttered something unintelligible, but stayed relaxed and pliant on top of her, humming softly, when Zoey ran her palms up and down her back. 

“Still can’t believe you’re so good at talking dirty, Doctor Ryu.”

“Only talking?” 

Zoey huffed out a laugh, rolling her eyes. “Okay, you’re also good at making me come.”

“Yeah?” Rumi smiled against her skin.

“Yes, Doctor Ryu, you’re very good at handling my downstairs department.” Zoey wiggled her hips a bit to get her point across, the dildo still buried deep inside of her. 

“Need to get ready for work soon,” Rumi said sluggishly, but made no attempts to untangle herself and get up. Yawning, she snuggled even further into the crook of Zoey’s neck. 

A little bit counterproductive, but… Zoey took a deep breath, cataloguing every little sensation, before closing her eyes, trying to get the butterflies to cool it a bit. 

“Baby, you’ll fall asleep.” Zoey whispered, feeling like she got dunked into warm honey with the way her whole being reacted to Rumi right now.

“Mhm, just five minutes.”

“Okay.” Zoey wrapped her arms around Rumi’s waist and held her like she was the most precious person in the world.

And if Zoey was honest with herself, Rumi was already very much on her way to being just that for her.

God, she was so fucked. 

“Well, if that isn't the hottest doctor I've ever seen.” Zoey whistled as Rumi left the building that housed the gynecological practice, wiggling her eyebrows when Rumi looked at her in surprise.

“Hey, baby, what are you doing here?” Rumi quickly walked the few steps up to her and pulled her into a kiss by the lapel of her jean jacket - she tasted like peppermint, a tea blend Zoey slowly started to appreciate more and more. “I thought you needed to go through some buggy reposts, or whatever it was, for the rest of the day?” 

“Bug reports,” Zoey chuckled, pecking Rumi's lips once more, “and I worked through a lot of it way faster than I thought, and the rest I'm going to procrastinate so I can take you on a small adventure this fine afternoon.” 

“Oh? Do I need to change outfits?” Rumi looked down at her clothes, then gave Zoey the once-over.

The dark grey chinos and the black crop top under the jacket were more for comfort than looks, but Zoey also knew that this outfit suited her - and if Rumi's lingering gaze on her bare midriff was any indication, she thought the same. 

“No, you're perfect.” And with her collection of slacks and knit sweaters she wore at work, and her simple woolen overcoat, Zoey could've taken her to the movies or a fancy restaurant, and Rumi would've been dressed perfectly.

But she had something far simpler in mind.

“Am I allowed to know what we're doing?” Rumi fell easily into step next to Zoey, as she took her hand and began walking. 

“It's the Get To Know Zoey Through Her Favorite Kind Of Sweets tour. So basically the 101 to my heart and soul.” Even though Rumi was apparently on a fast track into the traitorous beating pump in her chest already anyway. “And we're starting with boba, because I didn't drink enough today, and I can feel my insides shriveling to dust as we speak.”

Rumi squeezed her hand, huffing exasperatedly. “Do I need to text you every hour to remind you to drink something?” 

“No, I'm a big girl, but when I'm in the coding zone sustenance is secondary,” Zoey shrugged, leaning in to place a placating kiss on Rumi's cheek, enjoying the way a soft, pink hue spread there. 

“Fine,” Rumi huffed again with a quick eyeroll, “then lead the way, so we can get you hydrated and I don't need to find a new girlfriend because you decided to collapse.” 

Zoey's heart skipped multiple beats, her belly suddenly full of butterflies and other critters that had decided to do a tap-dance performance inside of her.

Girlfriend.

Rumi had said it so casually, even though they hadn't really talked about that yet. Exclusively seeing each other, yes. Multiple weeks of spending time together and boinking each other's brains out, also yes. So it was kind of, maybe, a little bit the relationship status they'd been steering towards anyway, but...

Girlfriend.

Hehehe.

Zoey kissed Rumi's cheek again, feeling a blush of her own taking over her whole face. 

Their first stop got them both a cup of boba. While Zoey got herself some taro milk tea with jelly, Rumi opted for coconut milk tea with tapioca pearls. Maybe Zoey had chosen taro for the optics of the pretty purple swirls that mixed with the milk tea. Just maybe.

With every store and vendor on Zoey's list, their stomachs got fuller and the comfortable warmth shared between them brighter, as they talked about everything and nothing, sharing their sweet snacks and trading soft, giggly kisses.

And as the sun was slowly starting to set Zoey dragged Rumi into her favorite karaoke bar, the last stop on her little tour. She'd already booked a room for them earlier in the day, so they just ordered some drinks and then started belting their hearts out.

As Rumi sang some older pop ballad with the voice of an angel, Zoey stared in amazement, jaw on the floor, heart beating in her throat and in her lower stomach. 

That was just incredibly unfair. Rumi was getting hotter and hotter with every new thing Zoey learned about her. How was she supposed to stay normal and chill about this woman and not call for a U-haul right then and there?

When Rumi was done, Zoey selected something with a deep and loud bassline, waiting for Rumi to finish taking a sip of her soda - just to reach out and pull her onto her lap.

Rumi let out an undignified squeak as she was suddenly face to face with Zoey, knees on the cushions of the worn out couch, bracketing Zoey's hips.

“Oh my God, baby, what-?”

Zoey ran her hands over Rumi's back, wrapping her arms around her until they were flush against each other, looking up at this beautiful face that was mostly in shadows but speckled with random colorful lights from the room's lighting.

Taking a proper seat, Rumi's eyes widened and her lips parted around a soft gasp.

“Are you packing?” She reached down in between them, palming the small bulge in Zoey's pants to confirm her suspicion.

“Could be a microphone,” Zoey grinned up at her, “or I'm just very happy to see you.”

“You're a dork, and a menace. Did you plan this?” Rumi lay her arm over Zoey's shoulder, looking all casual, even though her other hand was still very much feeling up Zoey's crotch.

“Your menace, though,” Zoey leaned in to peck Rumi's lips, nibbling softly on her bottom lip, before letting go again, "and not initially, but then you said something earlier…”

“Oh?” Rumi cocked her head, confused expression making her look all cute and so very kissable. 

“Yeah,” settling her hands on Rumi's hips, she slipped her fingers under the knit sweater, touching the silken camisole underneath, “you called me your girlfriend.”

Zoey had to bite the inside of her cheek, as Rumi's eyes got comically wide when the realization sunk in.

“Oh,” it was barely audible with the deep bass filling the room, “was that- I didn't mean- no, I did, I meant it, is that okay?”

Cocky was the expression Zoey was going for, trying to hide how this affected her, but she could feel the softest of smiles spreading on her lips, as she gazed up at her girlfriend. 

“That’s so okay.” Leaning back in for a kiss, she could feel Rumi smiling against her lips as well. “And if you can't tell, I'm very excited about it.” Wiggling her eyebrows, she moved her hips up into Rumi's hand, a pleasant shiver running down her spine at the pressure she could feel. 

“Then let’s get you a little bit more excited, hm?” Rumi squeezed on last time, before cupping Zoey’s cheeks with both her hands and bringing their lips together. Heated, deep, making Zoey’s head spin from one second to the next.

Rumi bit Zoey’s bottom lip, sucked on it, then let it go with a wet pop, only for her to lick into Zoey’s mouth, their moans mixing when their tongues touched. 

The bass resonated deep in Zoey’s chest, competing with her heartbeat that was hammering against her ribs. 

Their lips met over and over, getting messier by the second - tongues, teeth, saliva, shared stuttering breaths. Then Rumi ground down on her lap, and again, moving her hips in the rhythm of the bassy song that had replaced the last.

Zoey grabbed Rumi harder, fingers digging into the soft fabric of her camisole, and aided her in her movements, pulling her down against the bulge in her pants.

“Can you feel that?” Rumi ran her hand through Zoey's hair, not stopping the movements of her hips. “Can you feel me grinding on you, big boy?”

At those words Zoey's brain short-circuited and every drop of blood rushed down, making her feel lightheaded and her core throb. 

“Oh,” Rumi's expression became predatory, knowing smile and half-lidded eyes turning Zoey's insides into mush, “do you want to be my pretty boy today, baby?”

Zoey opened and closed her mouth repeatedly with no words coming out in any way, shape or form, every higher brain function just evaporated by something she hadn't known would be such a turn-on for her. So she just nodded, mouth dry, as she watched Rumi grab the hem of her sweater and pull it up and over her head.

Once again, Rumi wasn't wearing a bra underneath her camisole, and Zoey didn't waste any time to lean in and take a still clothed, hard nipple into her mouth. She could feel more than hear Rumi's groan vibrate in Rumi's chest, as she kept on grinding, holding Zoey close, fingers tangled in her hair and tugging to make her scalp tingle pleasantly.

When the fabric over one nipple was wet enough for her liking, Zoey switched to give the other one all of her attention, all while trying to keep herself from completely losing it with how good Rumi felt on top of her.

A rough bite to the swell of her breast had Rumi bucking harder - the packer pushing down deliciously and insistently against Zoey's piercing, her clit, making her drip and stain her boxer briefs. 

Rumi pulled on her hair to tilt her head back, their lips slotting together perfectly as Rumi crashed their mouths together. 

Fuck. Rumi’s weight on top of her, her rhythmic motions, her hot mouth devouring her own - Zoey’s breath hitched and her hips bucked as much as she could with being pinned to the couch like that. It wouldn't take much more. 

When they broke apart, a string of spit was still connecting them. Rumi licked her lips salaciously, making the knot of arousal and anticipation in Zoey's lower stomach almost snap and unravel. 

“Can you come like this, baby?” Rumi's voice suddenly seemed very loud as the song ended, but neither of them bothered to put something else on.

“Fuck yes,” Zoey sounded desperate even to her own ears.

Reaching back, Rumi placed her hands on Zoey's knees and leaned on them, before continuing at her own harsher pace, rutting against Zoey's bulge like she had something to prove. Zoey held onto Rumi's thighs, the neat fabric of the slacks creasing under her tight grip, but she couldn't care less - later she'd preen at the fact that she disheveled Rumi thoroughly as well.

The lighting in this room still wasn't the best, but it was enough to see the wet patches over Rumi's nipples her mouth had left behind; it was enough to see Rumi's breasts bounce with every motion; it was enough to see how fucking gorgeous Rumi looked while humping her bulge.

She wouldn't dare call it dry, because Zoey could feel how slick and swollen and ready she was. Imagining Rumi's hot, wet walls enveloping her, feeling her clench around her, come all over her while fucking herself on Zoey's cock. 

“Ru- baby- I'm-” Her grip tightening, she took over and moved Rumi on top of her, moving, moving, grinding, rocking, her ears began to buzz, tingles spread all over, muscles quivering, clit throbbing almost unbearably, and her lungs started to burn, and- 

Rumi quickly covered Zoey's mouth with her hand to muffle her orgasmic scream, and pushed her back into the couch to blanket Zoey with her body and hold her close.

“That's it, fuck baby, you look so good when you come for me.”

Zoey was still trembling, moans muffled against Rumi's hand, while Rumi's presence, the warmth of her brought her down slowly. Mush was the only thing left of her brain, of her heart, of everything - just scrambled and making her feel all floaty and pliant. 

When her neurons started firing again, she licked Rumi's palm, a lazy grin spreading on her lips when Rumi jumped slightly on her lap with an undignified squeak.

She quickly pulled her hand away. “That's what I get as a thank you for riding your dick, huh?” 

“Oh my God,” Zoey groaned, letting her head roll back against the couch, “the things you do to me. I didn't even know I was into that.”

Rumi leaned in and started to nuzzle Zoey's neck, brushing her lips over her still thumping pulse. “It makes me very happy to discover new things with you. That I'm the one you're discovering new things with.” 

Zoey hummed, running her hands up Rumi's thighs, hooking her fingers into the waistband of Rumi's slacks, tugging slightly. She flicked the still closed button with her thumbs. “Do you want to add ‘getting fingered at karaoke’ to your list of first times with me?”  

Rumi reached for the remote and put on some random, bassy song again. Then she grabbed at Zoey and maneuvered them both so they were stretched out on the couch. She looked up at Zoey through her lashes, pretty blush on her cheeks and already travelling down her neck.

“Do your worst.”

“Jesus Christ, Zo, you're more of a lesbian than I am - and you're not even a lesbian.” Mira leaned on the small counter that functioned as the front desk of her tattoo and piercing studio, not even trying to hide her amusement. “Like, what do you mean you've been seeing your hot lady doctor for a month now-”

“Two and a half, almost three,” Zoey corrected her with a mumble and eye roll.

“Fine, almost three months, and you're ready to have her babies?” Mira took her glasses off and put the end of the arm between her lips. She wore her usual black clothes, and had her long, pink hair already up in a high ponytail so it wouldn't be in the way when she shot more metal into Zoey's body.

“You're exaggerating.”

“What? Is she not trying to get you pregnant with all those dildos you-”

Zoey slapped Mira's bare bicep hard enough that the sound echoed through the studio.

“Ouch, abusing me, because I'm telling the truth.” She put her glasses back on, then rubbed the smarting spot. “Just for that I'm using the bigger needle. But maybe you'd be into that, hm?”

“I swear to God, if you tease like that when Rumi gets here-” Zoey's phone pinged next to her on the counter, and she was quick to snatch it away, before Mira could get any ideas. 

[My Hot Doctor 💜]:

Stopped on my way to get some boba and baked goods, but I'm almost there now.

[Zoey]:

you're the best ☺️🫰🏼💜🫶🏼

“Think you put enough emojis into that message?” 

Zoey hadn't even noticed Mira standing next to her, always so light on her feet even with her heavy leather boots. She glared, but Mira just glared back, and so far she'd never won a staring match so she dropped it after a few seconds.

“I'm friendship divorcing you.”

“No, you're not. You like the family discount for the piercings too much.”

“You're mean today.” Zoey put her phone back on the counter, then crossed her arms over her chest. “What's gotten into you? Nervous to meet my girlfriend?”

“Psh, me? Nervous?” Mira rolled her eyes. “I just want to embarrass you in front of her.”

“Why?” Zoey started to whine, reaching out to grab Mira's arm and shaking it.

“Why not? It's fun to see you squirm, and I've never had the chance to make fun of you in front of a partner.” Mira just grinned at her.

“But why,” more whining, more shaking.

Mira reached up with both hands to squish Zoey's cheeks together, then pulled at them. Squish, pull, squish, pull. “Because I can, and maybe I will tell Rumi some stuff she doesn't know about you in the bed-”

The bell above the door chimed when the door got pushed open and Rumi stepped in.

“-room,” Mira finished her sentence, while still holding Zoey's cheeks hostage in their squished together state. 

Rumi stopped in her tracks, a tray with three boba cups in one hand and a bag with the logo of a local bakery in the other. Her eyes went back and forth, before giving Mira a once-over with a raised eyebrow.

“Am I interrupting something?” 

“Hey, baby,” Zoey mumbled out through her squished face, slapping ineffectively at Mira's arms, “Mira ish being mean to me.”

“Is she now?” Rumi walked over, wearing her usual work attire with her purple tresses falling freely around her shoulders for once, and put her spoils on the counter, before extending her hand towards Mira. “Hi, I'm Rumi, would you unhand my girlfriend, please? I promise, you'll get boba out of it.”

“Mira, pleasure. And I don't know, yet,” Mira said with a far too smug smile for Zoey's liking, squishing her cheeks once more for good measure, “do you want to be let go, Zoey?”

“Shtop being an ash, you ashhole.”

“Such a mouth on you, but I bet you know all about that by now, huh Doc?” 

Zoey wanted to kick Mira's lady bits into the next dimension, as she watched Rumi's already forced smile harden around the edges. Pinching Mira's forearms hard finally made her let go of her reddened cheeks. 

“Mira, I swear to-” Zoey couldn't finish her sentence, when Rumi grabbed the front of her loose shirt and pulled her into a kiss. 

It wasn't soft or loving, but messy, fast and a claim, as if Rumi wanted to make sure her lips were bruised and marked by her - Zoey whined when Rumi bit her bottom lip far harsher than what she'd ever do in public. She was surprised when she didn't taste any copper. Heat travelled all over her body, a blush crept up her neck, and if Rumi kept going she would jump-  

“Yes, I do know that mouth,” Rumi was breathing heavily as they parted after licking into Zoey’s mouth one last time. She glowered at Mira, and before Zoey could even react to being alive in-between these two right now, Rumi grabbed one of the boba cups and held it out towards Mira. 

Mira snorted, but took it and then finally shook Rumi's hand. “So you're the hot lady doctor Zoey doesn't shut up about.”

“I prefer girlfriend, but I'm hot, a lady and a doctor, so it’s not inaccurate.” Rumi still stood closely next to Zoey and leaned more into her. “And you're her friend who will give her a new piercing, and will probably be a pain in my ass all day today.”

Taking a sip of her drink, Mira grinned around the straw. “I like her,” she said towards Zoey, who still hadn't returned to functioning on a normal level. 

“Yeah, well, you better,” Zoey wrapped her arms around Rumi's waist, hugging her tightly from the side, grinning up at her, “I hope she sticks around for a bit.”

“Get a room,” Mira rolled her eyes, grumbling, but with a small smile curling one corner of her mouth. Then she nodded towards the counter. “Now eat and drink whatever your girlfriend brought with her. Knowing you, you had like an espresso and a granola bar all day, and I don't need you to faint on me.”

Rumi's tension melted away the more Mira just fell back on small talk and stories about recent clients, while they devoured the baked goods.

“Yeah, one dude just wanted his own flexing silhouette on his back. So when he flexes, he's doubly flexing, or whatever bullshit explanation he had.” She waved her hand around, while chewing on a bungeoppang. “And yesterday I tattooed a dick.”

“Where and why did the person want a penis on their body?" Rumi sipped on the rest of her boba, having relaxed into the couch of the waiting area, while Zoey sat next to her and drew circles on her thigh with her fingertips. She was already done, having inhaled everything Rumi had gotten her in record time - and of course it had all been snacks she loved.

“No no, I put a tattoo on his dick. A bunch of hearts, if you can believe it.”

“Isn't that,” Rumi scrunched up her face, “painful? And uncomfortable for you?”

“Baby, you're looking at vaginas for a living.” She nudged Rumi's foot with her own.

“Yeah, but I usually don't run tiny needles repeatedly over your labia.”

Mira shrugged, leaning back against the counter. “As long as the customer isn't uncomfortable, I'm not either. And I also do genital piercings as you know.”

Rumi turned towards her, eyebrow raised, curious look on her face. “Do I?”

“Oh,” Zoey’s ears grew hot and she could basically feel Mira smirk without looking up at her, her eyes staying glued to the spot where her hand was still on Rumi's thigh, “didn't I tell you that Mira did my clit piercing?”

“Yeah,” Mira chuckled, voice smug and amused, “I'm familiar with her bits in more ways than one.” 

“Well,” Rumi leaned in to kiss Zoey's cheek, which was still very much overheated, “good thing I am- I mean, I was her gynecologist, so that applies to me as well.”

“Fuck, can't rile you up, can I?” 

“Oh you are, but I have an outlet at home.” 

“Ah, are we calling Zoey an outlet now?”

“Why does it feel like you two are ganging up on me now?” Zoey protested, sitting up straight and glaring first at Mira, then at Rumi. But when she made eye contact with Rumi her annoyance melted into the warm flutter she always felt when she looked at Rumi now.

“If we were ganging up on you, I'd make her pin you down while I tattoo something like Rumi's Pet on your forehead.” Mira grinned, pushing herself off the counter, shaking some crumbs off her shirt. “I'm gonna get everything ready to poke you. If you need to pee or something beforehand you know where the bathroom is.”

Mira locked the front door, before she went to the back of the shop where the tattoo and piercings were done in a secluded area. The sound of Mira washing her hands and the equipment being handled echoed through the space.

“No worries, I don't want you to get a tattoo of my name,” wrapping her arm around Zoey's shoulder, Rumi pulled her closer so she could place another soft kiss on her cheek. 

“Aw, okay,” Zoey pouted, “but… how about some artistic flower arrangement and the petals look like your pretty flower?” She bit her bottom lip, wiggling her eyebrows excessively, enjoying the laugh she coaxed out of Rumi like sunshine on a cold day. 

“I bet Mira would enjoy preparing that design.” 

“Oh yeah, she absolutely would. Especially if it means she gets to see you squirm when you have to model for her, or send a picture, or something to get the design just right.” 

Turning fully in Rumi's arm so they were face to face, she leaned in and captured her girlfriend's lips in a gentle kiss. Always so soft, tasting sweet from the coconut milk tea, and readily opening up for her tongue to deepen their connection. But a louder clang and a curse from Mira made them break apart again - giggling like schoolgirls who had almost been caught by the teacher. 

“Are you okay?”

“Hm? Why wouldn't I be, baby?” Rumi looked at her with confusion, bottom lip spit slick and just so very distracting. It took a second for Zoey to focus back on the conversation.

“Because you've been a bit, uh, jealous of Mira before. Just wanted to check in, if this whole situation is bothering you. Or not. Hopefully not.”

“It was a bit weird and, yes, I was jealous, still am on some level,” Rumi's fingers began to tug softly on the fabric of Zoey's shirt in random places, “but I've been with you in ways she never was, and she seems to actually be a cool person, when she isn't trying to be an ass on purpose.”

“Okay,” a wide smile spread on her lips, “I'm glad. Now come on, there's a new hole for my body waiting for me.”

“That sounds wrong, but yes, let Mira poke a new hole into your body.”

Mira wore black gloves and was disinfecting the clamp, needle and barbell that would soon decorate her left nipple when they walked into the space. Zoey had been there multiple times already, only for one piercing until now, but to hang out with Mira and… other stuff. But Rumi looked around with interest, taking in the different sketched designs and pictures of healed tattoos that Mira had up on the walls. 

“Okay, Zo, you can get naked and then sit on the chair. Remember you don't have to spread your legs for me anymore, that's your girlfriend's day job. And night job.” Mira snickered and stepped out of the way as Zoey tried to kick her shin.

“You're so annoying, I should just ban your Tattoo Tycoon account.” Zoey grumbled as she pulled her loose shirt over her head and pulled her sports bra down her arms and torso, the colder air in the room made her shiver slightly, goosebumps erupting on her naked upper body. “Or just get rid of all your collectibles from last Halloween.”

“Tattoo Tycoon?” Rumi came up next to her and rubbed her hands over Zoey's arms to warm her a bit before Zoey sat down on the comfortable tattoo chair. 

“Yeah, one of the mobile games I've worked on. That's how I got to know Mira. She was always very thorough to contact the support, namely me, and tell us about bugs and wrong details and whatnot.” Another shiver went through her when her bare back made contact with the cold surface of the faux leather.

“Well, when you can't even get the names for equipment right…” Mira rolled her eyes, then squinted at Rumi. “What?”

“Nothing,” biting her bottom lip, Rumi tried for a nonchalant shrug, “didn't peg you for a mobile game person.”

“Sometimes I've got time on my hands between clients, okay?”

Zoey watched intently as Mira cleaned her nipple and the areola with a disinfectant wipe, then grabbed a sterile marker. “You wanted horizontal, right?”

“Yeah.” 

After Mira had marked the position, she grabbed Zoey's nipple with a set of clamps, needle already in hand. 

Zoey's right hand got enveloped by both of Rumi's, warmth from her touch travelling up her arm. It calmed her nerves - she wasn't really anxious or anything, Mira knew what she was doing - but excitement almost made her vibrate off the seat. 

“Okay, take a deep breath,” Mira said, and when Zoey did so, she unceremoniously pierced her nipple with one clean puncture of the needle. The silver barbell followed quickly.

Hissing and squeezing Rumi's hand, it was over before the pain really registered, the visual giving her more discomfort than the piercing itself, but when Mira fastened the second ball on the bar a dull, burning pain started to radiate into her breast.

Ouch.

“Looks good, baby.” Another squeeze of Zoey's hand, another kiss to her cheek. Then Rumi hummed thoughtfully, looking at one particular design on the wall again. “Mira?”

“Hm?” Mira was already busy with throwing away the needle, then cleaning the clamps thoroughly.

“Do you have experience with tattooing scarred skin?”

Zoey's hand curled around the headboard of Rumi's bed, moans stuttering out of her rhythmically as she plunged the dildo into herself with her other hand. Saliva was coating her chin, spilling out in rivulets around the purple ball gag in her mouth.

“Just like that, fuck, you look so beautiful, baby. Stretching yourself like that, dripping on my face.” 

She looked down the plane of her body, hovering above Rumi's face, and locked eyes with her, pupils blown and gaze so hungry it sent shivers of pleasure through every nerve, while she was fucking herself open with an even bigger dildo than before. 

Every other second Rumi leaned up to lick over her wet thighs and slick drenched fingers, panting against her sensitive flesh. 

Both of their moans bounced off the walls, echoing through the room and mixing with the squelching sounds of their arousals. Rumi had started pleasuring herself as soon as Zoey had worked the girthy length inside, as soon as her thighs trembled white she got used to it, hips twitching above Rumi, and Zoey huffed against the silicone in her mouth with desperate whines. 

“Ha- fuck- you're taking it so well.” Rumi turned her head to bite the inside of her thigh. “Can't wait to fuck you open even more, fill you up with everything I have.” 

Zoey's movements stuttered, hilting the dildo all the way into herself, then ground her palm against her clit frantically. The new stretch in her cunt; in her mouth; the image Rumi was projecting into her mind - of Rumi splitting her open and pumping her full so Zoey would be able to feel her in every cell of her body. Every little thing drove her closer towards the edge. Now that she'd slowed her own thrusts she could hear the frantic, obscene sounds of Rumi fingering herself and it was like a gut punch of arousal, molten heat pulsing through her lower stomach, and a gush of wetness leaking out around the silicone cock.

“Close- fuck, baby, so close-” Rumi licked over her fingers again. 

Me, too, Zoey wanted to say, but could only nod her head and whine.

“You're gonna- oh fuck- you're gonna wait, until I tell you to,” Rumi's hot breath on her skin sent shiver after shiver up and down her legs, making her toes curl, “keep yourself on the edge, don't you dare come, baby.”

Her jaw began to ache, with the strain of her mouth being forced open, with her teeth clenching so hard against the silicone - she wanted to bite Rumi, leave teeth marks all over her. 

But more importantly she wanted to come, needed to. It was teasing at the edge of her vision, on the surface of her tongue, she was so close.

She tried to form words. Baby, please, let me come. But all that came out were whiny sounds, saliva dribbling out even more over her stretched bottom lip. 

Rumi's moans got louder, she started mouthing at Zoey's leg, licking, sucking, biting, while Zoey started to pump the dildo into herself again. Her hands were shaking, her fingers so slippery, her walls were clenching so much, thrusting got harder and harder.

Then she felt Rumi's lips trembling against her thigh, heard a whimper that turned into groan vibrating against her skin and when she looked down Rumi had her eyes closed, whole face flushed as she came on her own fingers. 

Desperate sobs in her chest built up more and more, her palm slapped against her clit with every forceful, squelching thrust, her hips bucked into every move, needing, needing, needing-

“Stop.”

Rumi's hands - fingers so, so wet - wrapped around Zoey's thighs, squeezing harshly. 

Zoey made a questioning sound, tears starting to gather at the corners of her eyes. Why?

“Pull it out and put it aside.” Rumi's voice was still breathy, and Zoey could see that she was blinking her eyes repeatedly to clear away the remnants of her own orgasm.

More questioning and whiney, desperate sounds, sealed off and bouncing against the ball gag over and over, but when Rumi dug her nails harder into Zoey's skin she had no choice but to oblige. Oh so slowly, trying to cherish it for a few moments more, she dislodged the dildo, shuddering with every bit that left her empty and clenching around nothing. With a last whimper and an obscene wet sound she pulled it out and threw it carelessly to the side - the toy hitting the mattress with a dull thud. 

Without a second to calm down, to breathe away the almost crest, Rumi tugged her down and wrapped her lips around Zoey's clit as soon as she was seated on Rumi's face.

Zoey threw her head back, fingers curling around the headboard in a vice-like grip, while she rocked her hips back and forth to get more of herself into Rumi's mouth. Wet heat, suction, tongue and teeth - Zoey’s thighs, her abs, her cunt were quivering at Rumi's ministrations. 

So good, so good. 

Don't stop.

Please- just-

Her slick wet fingers tangled in Rumi's hair, holding her in place as she rutted against her mouth for a few desperate seconds - and Rumi let her. Let her until the coil of molten heat snapped and spread into every cell of her body, making Zoey crumble into a heaving, shuddering mess, her orgasm washing over her in waves as she squirted all over Rumi's mouth.

Rumi kept holding her thighs as she licked Zoey through it with broad, gentle strokes of her tongue, pleased hum sending vibrations up Zoey's cunt and making her hips twitch, another gush of wetness spilling out of her.

When she was barely coherent, Zoey climbed off and let herself just fall to the side, her whole body sluggish, exhausted and pliant. Rumi was on her in seconds, cupping her face gently with both hands and looking at her in wonder, lower half of her face wet with Zoey's release. Leaning in, Rumi licked over Zoey's stretched lips, then the silicone, before loosening the clasp and straps and easing it out of Zoey’s mouth slowly. Her thumbs rubbed across the skin where the straps had dug in and probably left marks, then she began to massage the hinges of Zoey's jaw.

“You did so well, baby.” 

Zoey smiled, licking over her own lips and moving her jaw from side to side to loosen some of the tension. “Yeah?”

“So well,” Rumi cooed, before she captured Zoey's mouth in a soft kiss. 

Her eyelids got heavy and her breathing slowed and deepened. Her body felt wonderfully used, and warm, and floaty, and Rumi's gentle touches and murmured praise wrapped her in a blanket of comfort and care.

Rumi sat down on the edge of her bathtub, the air around them still warm and humid from their shower, and patted her naked thighs.

“Hm?” Zoey was towelling her hair dry, water droplets still running down her body.

“Let me help you with your piercing.” Another pat to her shapely thigh.

“You just want me between your legs.” Zoey grinned, but stepped closer until her knees bumped against Rumi's. Her towel fell carelessly to the floor. 

“Always, but I also know you sometimes forget to clean it in the evening, so,” Rumi shrugged and put her hands on Zoey's hips, “since we're naked and done with our shower anyway, it's the perfect opportunity.”

“Fine, even though I don't appreciate you pointing out my scattered brain, but you're pretty, so I forgive you.” She stuck out her tongue, putting her hands on Rumi's shoulders anyway and a cocky grin spreading on her lips. “Then open your legs for me, pretty girl.”

Rumi just rolled her eyes, obliging and making room for Zoey, so she was face to face with Zoey's chest. Grabbing a soft washcloth from next to the sink, she focussed on Zoey's left breast, dabbing at her still sensitive nipple, and carefully wiping away any crusts around the barbell that had been softened by the shower. 

“How does it feel?”

Zoey couldn't tear her eyes away from Rumi's concentrated expression, brows furrowed and bottom lip between her teeth. God, her heart started to beat that little bit faster. Not because the touches turned her on necessarily, but because of the tenderness Rumi put into every brush of the washcloth.

“It's okay, still pinches sometimes and I definitely notice it when I stretch my arms.” Zoey ran her hand through Rumi's still damp hair. “So no nipple clamps, yet, for me I guess.”

Rumi snorted, throwing the washcloth into the sink, then leaning forward to press a soft kiss to the swell of Zoey's breast, far enough away from the piercing, making Zoey's breath hitch slightly.

“Can I help you with your lotion, after you've been so generous to aid little ol’ me.”

“Sure, baby.” Rumi reached around Zoey to get the bottle of lotion from the shelf next to them, pressing her nose to Zoey's sternum in the process. 

Their close proximity, Rumi's casual but intimate touches, the simple act of sharing a shower after a long work day - butterflies were once again fluttering around in her stomach, her lungs, her throat, those three traitorous words very close to just bursting out of her.

Zoey went down on her knees, after putting a generous amount of lotion into her palms and began at Rumi's shoulders, working her way down with gentle motions to spread it out evenly. 

A song began to circle around her brain, just notes, the lyrics or origin of it escaping her at the moment. She started to hum, while working the lotion into Rumi's skin, and after a few seconds Rumi joined her, their combined voices echoing beautifully in the tiled bathroom. Rumi caressed the side of Zoey's face with her fingertips, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, then cradling her jaw.

Zoey's eyes widened for a second, lips parting when the lyrics shot through her and, even though she was suddenly anxious, she tilted her head up to look at Rumi. And the way Rumi gazed at her - half-lidded eyes, rosy blush on her cheeks, the gentlest of smiles - it felt like she was cradling Zoey's heart instead of her face.

“Do you want to watch Cinderella with me?” Zoey blurted out, way too loudly, while she tried to tear her eyes away from Rumi's. 

Rumi nodded. “I'd love that.”

The lyrics didn't stop circling in her head now, brushing against every neuron that was firing in overtime and made her hands tremble all of a sudden.

So this is love...

Zoey was waiting for their takeout to be ready, walking up and down in front of the fast food place, while fiddling with her phone. Her backpack jostled with every step, and in her imagination everyone walking by could clearly tell that, wrapped in her change of underwear, was the dildo Rumi told her to bring - the biggest they had used so far.

When her phone buzzed in her hand, she almost dropped it. Fuck, she was excited. Apparently Rumi had a surprise for her - a sexy one, she'd guess, if she was supposed to bring one of their toys.

[My Hot Doctor 💜]:

I know you're not against me being rough, but if we step it up again, I need you to be sure.

[Zoey]:

i want you to be rough

bruise me like a nana 😏

banana, not grandma

tho they bruise easily too, tbf

[My Hot Doctor 💜]:

I don't even know how to react to that.

[Zoey]:

after dinner

fuck me like you mean it

with everything you got ☺️

[My Hot Doctor 💜]:

That I can do, baby. 💕

She smiled down at her phone, then heard her order number being called. Two servings of gunmandu, and hotteok as dessert - yes, Zoey had corrupted her girlfriend with some of her fast food tendencies, but only a little bit.

By now it was routine for her to take the bus to Rumi's place in the evening, and the closer she came to the stop where she had to get off, the more giddy she got. The smell of the food she was carrying made her stomach rumble, and her mouth water. Zoey couldn't wait to eat - first with Rumi, and then Rumi herself. Or let Rumi eat her. Whatever Rumi had planned, she was so down with.

The living room and kitchen area were already brightly lit when Zoey let herself into the apartment with the spare key Rumi had given her. 

“Not breaking in, just bringing food and kisses!” Zoey yelled as she shucked off her shoes and light bomber jacket, almost stumbling into the wall of the hallway. Her black shorts and white shirt were more for easy and quick access than style - maybe Rumi would already tease her during dinner. Zoey grinned in anticipation, biting her bottom lip.

“In the kitchen!” Rumi's voice and the sounds of clinking and clattering of cutlery lead Zoey to her destination. 

And instantly Zoey felt the slightest bit underdressed, as her breath was taken away by Rumi in a grey pencil skirt and white, sleeveless blouse, her hair in a simple updo, the little bit of makeup just highlighting her beautiful features.

“Fuck, you look hot.” Zoey was close to dropping the plastic bag with their takeout to join her jaw on the floor. “Did you wear that at work or did you change for me?”

“Thank you, baby,” Rumi placed the plates on their usual spots on the counter, then came closer to take the bag from Zoey's almost slack fingers, “and I had to substitute for a colleague at a meeting with some health insurance people. So a bit more business than usual. But I absolutely kept it on for you.”

While Rumi took the takeout containers out of the bag, Zoey wrapped her arms around Rumi's waist from behind, splaying her hands over the plane of her toned stomach. She nuzzled the crook of Rumi's neck, breathing her in, and enjoying the little shudder she could feel running through Rumi's body. 

“I'm really hungry for something else all of a sudden,” she mumbled against Rumi's soft skin, alternating between small kisses and kitten licks, the arousal pooling in her lower stomach chasing away any other bodily cravings. 

“Is that so?” Rumi's voice was all innocent, but at the same time she arched her back beautifully so her ass bumped purposefully into Zoey's crotch. 

Palms trailing down Rumi's waist, her hips, her thighs, Zoey hooked her fingers into the hem of the pencil skirt to slowly pull it up. When it was bunched up above the swell of Rumi's ass, Zoey sank down on her knees, palming at her pantyhose covered legs.

“How attached are you to these?” She pinched the sheer fabric at the juncture of Rumi's thigh between thumb and pointer finger.

“Not really-”

The thin fabric ripped easily under Zoey's eager hands before Rumi could finish her sentence, revealing a black thong that left Rumi's ass cheeks beautifully bare.

“Zoey! You can't just- oh-” 

Zoey grinned, giggling under her breath, when Rumi thrust her hips back into Zoey's fingers as she traced the edges of the barely there fabric covering Rumi's folds. Despite her initial protest, Rumi widened her stance to give Zoey more access, breath hitching with every barely there touch.

The heat, the increasing wetness seeping through the fabric, the scent of Rumi's arousal - it was addicting, and Zoey couldn't get enough of it. So she leaned in, biting the swell of Rumi's ass, before soothing the spot with a broad stroke of her tongue. Her fingers drawing random patterns all over Rumi's still covered cunt, and coaxing stuttered breaths and soft moans out of Rumi.

“Fuck, baby, I thought- ah-” her voice broke off into a groan, when Zoey hooked a finger under the edge of the thong and pulled it to the side, out of the way for her hungry eyes and mouth, “I thought you'd rather want to suck me off later.”

“Sucking your clit now won't stop me from sucking your cock later,” Zoey murmured before leaning in and lapping up the slick coating Rumi's folds, humming at the taste of her favorite meal.

She didn't hold back, pulling Rumi close, and nuzzling into her, burying her face, while she brought Rumi to a fast messy orgasm with her tongue, Rumi's release soon dripping down her chin. 

Smoothing her palms over Rumi's shaking thighs, Zoey got up slowly, enjoying the view of Rumi's upper body sprawled out on the counter. She gave Rumi's ass a little slap, making her jump. 

“I'm gonna clean up, be right back.” But before Zoey could leave and go to the bathroom, Rumi reached back and held onto her wrist, gathered herself and turned around towards her. Zoey's breath caught once again as she looked at Rumi, face all flushed, purple strands falling out of her updo. “You look so pretty after coming for me.”

“Only then?” Rumi pulled her close to wrap her arms around Zoey's shoulders, leaning in to kiss her cheek, then licking the corner of her mouth.

“Fishing for compliments, Doctor Ryu?” Smiling at Rumi's slow ministrations to clean her up, her fingers settled on Rumi's hips where her skirt was still bunched up. “And here I thought I was the one with the praise kink.”

Zoey moaned when Rumi licked over her bottom lip, their lips slotting together perfectly in a deep kiss that left Zoey breathless and her heart racing. She knew she was wet from eating Rumi out, but now with new shivers running down her spine, she noticed the stickiness, how her underwear clung to her with every shift of her legs.

“I'm so wet for you, Rumi.” 

Rumi whimpered into her mouth, kissing her once again, before she softly pushed Zoey away with her hands on her shoulders. “Dinner, then I'll take such good care of you. I promise.”

Zoey made a quick trip to the bathroom, calming herself somewhat while cleaning up her face, and when she came back Rumi had changed into a tank top and sweatpants that hung low on her hips and showed the straps of her harness. A groan escaped her, the teasing visual and the anticipation instantly bringing her arousal to the forefront once more.

“You're not playing fair.”

“Never said I would. Patience, baby.” While pouring them a glass of red wine each, the smile Rumi gave her was far too cute for the promise she'd given her and all the images running wild in Zoey's brain. 

Zoey inhaled her portion of their dinner and dessert, while Rumi took her time, occasionally hooking her foot around Zoey's ankle and running it up and down her calf. 

Such a fucking tease. 

The wine settled pleasantly warm in her belly, swirling and mixing with the arousal pooling lower as she watched Rumi nibble on a hotteok. Then she licked some crumbs off her thumb, suckled on it - Zoey zeroed in on this simple motion, ready to offer herself up as substitute for that sucked digit. Her cheeks began to heat up as Rumi traced her bottom lip with the tip of her tongue. Rubbing her thighs together to relieve some of the tension, Zoey slowly felt the heat travel through her whole body. 

“Baby,” Zoey breathed out, not taking her eyes off of Rumi's mouth.

“Hm?”

“I will melt into a puddle and leave a stain on the chair and the floor if you don't fuck me soon.”

Rumi's lips parted, then curled into a pleased grin. She slipped off her high stool and stepped in front of Zoey, running her palms up Zoey's thighs, dipping under her shirt and drumming her blunt fingernails against the skin of her waist.

“Then let's get you ready, so I can fuck you, baby.”

A moan was followed by a squeak when Rumi grabbed Zoey's legs, wrapped them around her hips and effortlessly lifted her off the chair. It wasn't the first time that Rumi had carried her like she weighed nothing, but it still made her weak in the knees - at least it would if she were standing on them.

Her arms around Rumi's shoulders, she started mouthing at Rumi's ear, smiling when Rumi's hands squeezed her ass.

“Don't distract me, I don't want to drop you.” 

“You would never, you'd rather turn and fall to the ground yourself so I'd land on top of you.” Zoey kissed Rumi's cheek sweetly, feeling how it heated up under her lips.

“Yeah, well, you know, bruises and me doing them with consent and all that.”

Zoey snorted, burying her face in the crook of Rumi's neck. “Such a romantic.”

Instead of being thrown onto Rumi's bed like Zoey had anticipated, Rumi lowered her carefully onto the mattress, blanketing her with her weight and warmth. They were flush together, still clothed, but Zoey could feel Rumi's body heat matching her own. 

“You feel so good on top of me,” Zoey murmured into Rumi's ear, biting the lobe, then tracing it with the tip of her tongue. Her hands started roaming over Rumi's back, her legs untangling and falling open, spreading and presenting herself even further. With every little move and with the way Rumi was pressed against her, the slick drenched fabric of her underwear slid against her folds with barely any friction. Her hips twitched upwards, just to get a little bit of pressure, a little bit of what she desperately craved. 

“I'll feel even better once I'm inside of you,” Rumi said, propping herself up with one arm, before bringing their mouths together in a sensual kiss. 

Every brush of Rumi’s tongue against her own,  every nip of teeth on her bottom lip made Zoey’s breath hitch; her hands easing up the top Rumi was wearing, dragging her nails over Rumi’s skin until she moaned into Zoey’s mouth. So soft, so warm, Zoey got lost in the sensation of Rumi pinning her down, pleasure flooding every part of her body.

A desperate whine escaped her when Rumi rolled her hips and ground down. Zoey wrapped her legs around Rumi, the knowledge of the harness under Rumi’s sweatpants, of what her movements would feel like when Rumi fucked her made her buck up needily. 

“Do you have the dildo with you?” Rumi let Zoey’s bottom lip go with a pop, panting slightly and looking at Zoey with half-lidded and lust-filled eyes. 

“Yeah,” it took a moment for Zoey’s neurons to fire again, her lip tingling pleasantly, “in my backpack, I left it in the hallway, I think. No, I know, I can’t think right now. Come back here.” With a giggle she pulled Rumi back down, wanting to taste her for a second longer. 

“We need to prep you, baby, if you want to take me.” Rumi murmured, kissing her once more - Zoey could feel Rumi smile against her lips. “Do you want to take all of me?”

“Fuck, you know I do.” 

“Do you?” Rumi hummed, trailing kisses over Zoey’s cheek, her jaw, her neck.

“Yes.” Zoey tilted her head to the side to give Rumi more room, fingers grabbing at Rumi’s shoulders at the hint of teeth digging into her sensitive skin.

“Do you want me to stretch your pretty pussy around my thick cock?” To accentuate her words, Rumi ground down her hips once more, then again, and again, until she’d worked up a slow rhythm.

“Baby, please,” Zoey felt herself clench around nothing at the pressure applied to her crotch, “I’m- hah- all for dry humping and grinding, but I really need you to fuck me. Please.”

“I wouldn’t say that there’s anything dry about it, but when you ask so nicely…” Rumi pecked her lips sweetly before untangling herself and standing up. “Take your clothes off and start touching yourself.”

At the sudden withdrawal of perfect warmth, weight and pressure, Zoey whined.

“I’ll get your bag, when I’m back you’ll have at least two fingers inside yourself, yeah?” Rumi stopped in the doorway, watching for a second as Zoey began to strip off her shirt and bra, throwing her clothes carelessly to the floor.

When Rumi was still staring as she pushed off her shorts and underwear in one go, Zoey raised an eyebrow, blush spreading at the undivided attention of this heated gaze on her body. “If you don’t hurry,” Zoey propped her feet up on the edge of the mattress and let her legs fall open once more, hand travelling down to cup herself, then part her folds with one eager finger, “I’ll come without you. And wouldn’t that be a shame?”

Eyes zeroed in on where Zoey was spreading the abundance of slick all over herself, Rumi bit her lip, then huffed and turned to leave the bedroom.

Hissing at the first brush of a fingertip over her clit, Zoey let herself fall back, hips bucking up eagerly into her own touches. She was quick to slip a finger inside, her other hand leaving fiery trails on its way down her body to take care of her clit, teasing herself with only soft flicks to her piercing. 

“Fuck,” Zoey murmured with a moan, her walls fluttering around the single digit, heat coiling in her lower stomach with every drag and curl. 

Not enough, her mind began to chant, desperation urging her on more and more, and without any resistance at all her middle finger joined the slow motion of fucking herself open, of getting herself ready for Rumi. Wetness was dripping down her knuckles, obscene squelching mixing with her breathy moans, making her ears burn. 

“Rumi-” The thoughts of Rumi filling her up soon, stretching her open so deliciously, more than ever before, made her keen, clenching around her fingers.

Wanting, needing-

Circles around her clit quickened, and with ease she slipped a third finger inside, loud moan spilling out of her, as her hearing zeroed in on the footsteps coming closer again. Always the overachiever, Zoey made sure to give Rumi a little show for when she entered the room, rolling her hips languidly into her touches, making sure that Rumi would see how good she was being.

“Always so pretty,” Rumi hummed, voice low and pleased, the hiss of the zipper and then the thud off her backpack hitting the floor cutting through her own sounds filling the room.

Zoey groaned when she felt Rumi’s hot breath against her wet cunt and fingers as she settled on the ground in front of the bed. A soft kiss was placed on the back of her hand, then Rumi licked around her entrance where her fingers had stilled all movements. 

Zoey left her clit with a last soft tug on her piercing, before propping herself up on her elbow to watch Rumi. 

Rumi, who started to run the tip of the dildo she’d brought over the inside of her thighs. The black silicone got all shiny, quickly covered in Zoey's slick when she reached her cunt, where Zoey slowly started to pump her fingers in and out again. 

“Look at you, so wet and so good for me.” Rumi kept teasing her, leaning in and biting the inside of her thighs, soothing the sting with broad licks of her tongue.

Zoey couldn't tear her eyes away from Rumi's mouth leaving bruises all over her sensitive skin, closer and closer to where she fucked herself with quickening thrusts. 

The vibrations of a deep hum set her nerves on fire, moans getting more and more high-pitched. Then Rumi lifted her head and parted her lips to take the first few inches of the dildo into her mouth, putting on a show of swirling her tongue around it, purposefully locking their gazes.

“I'm gonna- Rumi fuck- I'm gonna come- gonna-”

“No,” she let the dildo go with a wet pop, tapping the tip against Zoey's busy fingers, “take them out.”

Zoey contemplated to just keep going, just for a second, it wouldn't take much more, but she also wanted to be filled up by Rumi sooner rather than later, so with a groan she slowly pulled out - strands of slick connecting her wet fingers and her dripping cunt. Before they could break, Rumi leaned in to lick it all up, moaning as she took Zoey's fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean. 

Entranced by the visual and sensation, Zoey jumped slightly when the dildo pressed against her, spit slick tip entering her slowly. 

Her head tipped back, groaning as Rumi worked more and more of the dildo into her, walls fluttering around the hard silicone. This size already felt so fucking good, but she still couldn't wait to take more. 

The tip of Rumi's tongue was warm and wet at the apex of her thigh, drawing maddening circles and random patterns while she started thrusting with her hand, making Zoey’s toes curl and sending pleasant shivers up her spine. 

“You always make me feel so good,” Zoey breathed with desperation in her voice. Her arms gave out, trembling, hands fisting the sheets as her upper body hit the mattress, Rumi’s mouth dragged closer and closer to her clit.

Molten heat spread out into every corner of her body like a wave, hips bucking up rhythmically with Rumi’s quickening movements. Each shuddering breath burned in her lungs, her muscles began to tense, tingling sensations, fireworks spreading across her skin.

Rumi wrapped her lips around her clit and sucked-

“Oh fu-” Her body arched up as she rocked her hips into Rumi just getting that little bit more, her walls clenching around the dildo, clit throbbing against Rumi’s tongue - Rumi grazed Zoey’s piercing with her teeth, sending Zoey over the edge. Her eyes rolled back, vision turning white as her orgasm crashed into her. She was panting towards the ceiling, aftershocks being soothed by broad licks of Rumi’s tongue all over her sensitive cunt. 

Warmth settled in her limbs making them go pliant. Zoey’s feet slipped off the edge off the bed, a soft groan escaping her as the dildo still buried inside of her got jostled. 

“I want to make you feel even better, baby,” Rumi said between gentle licks and bites as she moved up Zoey’s body, propping herself up on her hands to hover above without moving onto the bed. A confident smile graced her lips which were shiny with Zoey’s slick. “Do you need a break or can I fuck you now with everything I got?”

Zoey reached out with one hand to cup Rumi’s cheek, wiping away some of the wetness around Rumi’s mouth, biting her bottom lip in satisfaction - and a little bit of pride at the dishevelled state of Rumi’s hair, the updo pretty ruined now. 

“You still need to keep your promise of stretching me with something thick, so yeah, gear up for me, baby.”

The sheer glee that overtook Rumi’s features sent a new wave of heady anticipation through Zoey. Getting back up on her elbows, she watched with appreciation as Rumi began to strip - first the tank top, making her hair tumble down from the last restraints that had kept it up, then the sweatpants, with nothing but the harness underneath. 

Hunger started to raise its head again, clawing at her insides already melted by her first orgasm, but ready to be fired up once more. Unconsciously, she brought her thighs together, a hiss escaping her as the feeling of being filled intensified, making her walls clench around the silicone. 

Maybe she should just-

Just a bit more-

She brought her feet back up on the mattress to tilt her hips and give herself better access, while her hand travelled down her body again, until her fingers wrapped around the shaft, a moan escaping her as she leisurely began to move it. 

At the sound, Rumi looked at her, hand already at the drawer where she stored her underwear and toys. She raised an eyebrow at Zoey, amused, attractive smirk curling her lips.

Zoey watched as Rumi got a bottle of lube and threw it on the mattress close to where she sat. Then she pulled out the cock she intended to fuck Zoey with, Zoey's lips parting and mouth instantly going dry. 

Rumi's fingertips weren't able to touch each other over the girth of the skin colored dildo, the length probably around ten inches, if Zoey had to guess. Veins were visible all over the shaft - Zoey wanted to trace them with her tongue, wished she could feel them pulse with Rumi's erratic heartbeat as she sucked her off. 

Holy fuck. Her imagination was already running wild.

“Think you can take all of me, Zoey?” Rumi's voice was dangerously low, sending a shiver down her spine. All nerve endings alight with want and need, Zoey's clit already throbbing again with every brush of her palm. 

With ease Rumi fastened the dildo in place, it bobbed low and curved down with its weight, the girth and length looking slightly out of place on Rumi's lithe body. Not that it mattered, just the thought of that thick cock pushing into her made Zoey thrust harder, the dildo she was using now almost feeling subpar with the visual of what was to come right in front of her. An abundance of slick was dripping and dripping and dripping out of her - just the thought, the anticipation of taking Rumi, being stretched by her, sent her body into aroused overdrive. 

“I want you so bad,” Zoey whined, biting her bottom lip, “all of you.” Without much fanfare Zoey pulled out the toy and just let it roll out of her grip no looking where it landed on the floor - the dull thud didn’t even make her flinch. Then she moved up to get comfortable on the fluffy pillows. 

Rumi followed her after she'd put her hair up into a ponytail, until she kneeled between Zoey’s spread legs, the bottle of lube in hand. After uncapping it, she squeezed a generous amount into her palm, then put the bottle not far from them on the mattress. She watched entranced as Rumi started to lube herself up, mouth watering at the slick sounds and the visual of Rumi’s hands stroking the length jutting out between her legs, getting herself ready for Zoey.

“Have you used it before?” With someone else? Could they take it? Zoey wanted to ask, wanted to be as good or better than whoever had the pleasure of-

“No, never.” Rumi locked eyes with her for a heartbeat, two, blush on her cheeks intensifying before she let her gaze trail down Zoey’s body again. 

A pleased flutter of heat settled in her heart, in her lower stomach, this little admission relaxing her further into the headspace of wanting to take, and take, and take. 

Zoey reached up to grab one of the smaller pillows, then shoved it under her lower back to prop her hips up, letting her legs fall open. With ease Rumi brought herself in position, pulled Zoey closer so her legs were draped over Rumi's thighs. 

Zoey's breath hitched as Rumi wrapped her hand around the thick length and teased her piercing with little nudges of the broad, slick tip. 

“Can't wait to split you open,” Rumi murmured breathily, teasing Zoey's cunt with small strokes to part her, the lube and Zoey's own slick making it slide easily across her sensitive folds.

The muscles in her thighs started to tremble in anticipation, hands curling into the pillow her head rested on. Hips canting upward with every teasing touch, breath stuttering, and her clit throbbing. 

A groan worked its way up her throat when Rumi lined herself up. Breathing heavily, Zoey watched Rumi's abs tense as she rolled her hips and pushed forward, the thick cockhead breaching her entrance slowly. 

“Oh fuck!” Zoey willed herself to relax, reaching down to cover Rumi's hands where they rested on Zoey's hips. The stretch felt delicious, but was also a lot, almost too much - a perfect mix of pain and pleasure that made her head spin and tears gather at the corners of her eyes. 

“You're doing so well, baby.” Rumi tangled their fingers together while rubbing soothing circles on Zoey's skin with her thumbs. Small, careful thrusts of her hips, only working the tip in and out, easing Zoey further and further into the sensation until she pushed another inch inside.

A high-pitched moan escaped her, walls fluttering, clenching, then relaxing around Rumi's cock, every nerve buzzing with arousal and pleasure where she was slowly stretched around the girth.

“Fuck, Zoey, so pretty,” Rumi started to shower her with praise, “such a pretty girl, a good girl. So perfect for me. Want to see you full of me. Only me.”

Something akin to a growl left Rumi’s throat as she pushed more of her cock inside. Zoey swore she could feel every vein, against her walls, imagined she could feel Rumi throb as she stretched her open, making her gush around the thick length. 

“Yes, oh my G- only you, baby, only you make me so wet, make me feel so full, make me want to take all of your thick cock inside of me, please more- ah!”

Zoey’s desperate words came to a halt as Rumi properly thrust forward, untangling her fingers to grab Zoey's hips hard as she sheathed herself fully inside Zoey’s cunt.

Her back arched off the bed, legs wrapping around Rumi to keep her right there, feeling so big, so good, so perfect inside of her. So many sensations were washing over her, little sparks and fireworks tap dancing across her whole body. 

But-

Fuck, she needed-

Zoey’s hands moved, one grabbing at her own breast and pinching her nipple, the other to play with her piercing, teasing her clit.

“Fuck me, Rumi, please!”

Rumi’s lips parted, pupils almost black with want, hands squeezing Zoey’s hips, her thighs, so hard there would be bruises left tomorrow. Then she pulled out slowly, making sure that Zoey felt every delicious inch dragging against her walls.

A loud moan ripped out of her when Rumi’s hips snapped forward, the bed rocking with the motion.

“Yeah?” Rumi set a slow but harsh rhythm, thrusting deep every time. “Can you handle it, baby?”

“Yes, yes, yesyesyes- more! I can- I can-” Zoey couldn’t tear her eyes away from where Rumi started to rut into her, burying herself to the hilt. The sound of sweaty skin slapping against sweaty skin, of the lube and her slick so wet inside of her, between them, squelching obscenely as Rumi fucked her. 

“You’re taking me so well,” Rumi panted, sweat running down her temples. “I knew you would, knew your beautiful pussy would stretch all around me, swallow me like you don’t want to let me go. Fuck!” She dropped forward, onto her forearms on either side of Zoey’s head, their noses almost touching now.

Zoey wrapped her arms around Rumi’s shoulders and pulled her down completely so they were flush against each other, crashing their mouths together for a messy kiss that made her groan into Rumi’s mouth. Rumi’s rhythm only faltered for a second until her thrusts picked up the pace once more, rocking them and making the headboard bump against the wall.

“So good, so good,” Zoey whined, bucking up into every thrust, the harness brushing deliciously against her clit with every grind. The heat of Rumi’s body, her weight pinning Zoey down while she fucked Zoey into the mattress, every time that thick cock hit every perfect spot inside of her - Zoey was close, so close.

“Come all over me, baby, come all over my cock,” Rumi’s voice vibrated against Zoey’s neck, hot breath hitting her sensitive skin as she mouthed and sucked on her pulse point, certainly leaving a mark. 

She was flushed all over, the telltale signs of her orgasm starting in her toes, her fingertips, coiling tight and hot in her stomach. “Want you to- want you to come with me, plea-please, baby, come inside me, fill me up, want to be so full of you- fuck, Rumi!”

Desperate whines spilled out of Rumi as she plowed hard and deep into her, nodding into the crook of Zoey's neck. Licking broadly over Rumi's sweaty skin, Zoey coated her tongue with Rumi, taking in everything Rumi gave her. The smell and their sounds of sex wrapping around them, heightening their pleasure, making them grab at each other, making them move passionately with each other - Zoey bit down on the fleshy part of Rumi's shoulder, dragged her fingernails down Rumi's back until she could palm Rumi's ass. At the feeling of Rumi's muscles working under her hands with every powerful thrust Zoey clenched down harder on Rumi's cock, whining as Rumi began to lose focus, hips twitching erratically. 

Their loud moans mixed and spurred each other on, further fanning the flames that were about to burst. One more thrust, two, three more and Rumi started to shake on top of her, ready to snap.

“I'm gonna- I'm-” Zoey's back arched when Rumi ground against her clit on her last stroke, making her see stars, heat exploding all over her body, while her fingernails dug into Rumi's ass cheeks, holding her right there. 

Rumi reached behind herself with one shaking hand, fumbling with something at the harness; Zoey was barely coherent to even notice it, but then-

Wetness spilled inside of her, coating her walls, mixing with a gush of slick of her own, filling her up to the brim. Rumi groaned deeply as she came - came inside of Zoey, rolling her hips languidly to fuck them both through the aftershocks, fuck her cum properly and deep into Zoey.

Zoey could feel it drip out of her, run down her ass and pool on the sheets under her, the sensation prolonging her orgasm, making her gasp with every little move until they both collapsed, utterly spent. 

“What-? How-?” Zoey ran her hands up Rumi's back until she had them wrapped around her shoulders again, brain function barely rebooted to form words.

“Surprise,” Rumi mumbled into her neck, peppering soft kisses wherever she could reach without moving - Zoey felt Rumi's smile against her skin.

They stayed like that, just basking in each other, for long moments, kissing and caressing without untangling. 

“You always begged to feel my cum inside you, and the internet can be a very resourceful place, so…” Rumi said, the tips of her ears turning red.

“So attentive,” Zoey drew random patterns all over Rumi's back, smiling at her embarrassed expression, “so romantic. Just for little ol’ me?” 

“Mhm,” Rumi hummed, capturing Zoey's lips in a loving, sensual kiss, “only for you.” 

“Just what I wanted to hear, Doctor Ryu.” With a swiftness that caught Rumi off guard, Zoey flipped them around so she was on top, still impaled on Rumi's cock, a groan spilling out of her at the sensation. She felt their combined cum running out of her, coating Rumi's harness and pelvis. “Think you've got another load for me, baby?”