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You knew the instant you walked into the living room that today would be a long day.
And it would all be because of Rumi and that twice-forsaken Santa costume she wore around the apartment.
It’s not like it was much more revealing than her hero costume. Sure, there wasn’t an upper part of the leotard covering her neck. But there was a little cape, and really, it covered the same amount. It shouldn’t have been so distracting.
But every time you saw the swell of her breasts testing the seams of that fluffy-topped leotard or caught a glimpse of those cute red tights doing their fucking best to cling onto Rumi’s thighs, you couldn’t help but stop and stare, lips and throat going dry with a heat you really didn’t want filling your body.
Unfortunately, the universe seemed intent on making sure you were anything but chilled this snowy Christmas day because everything and everyone was geared toward making your only thoughts be Horny™.
Especially a particular someone who was little more than the universe’s favorite agent of chaos—Rumi herself.
The rabbit hero wasn’t an idiot, and you’d both been friends with benefits long enough that you knew each other’s tells and triggers. She’d noticed your reactions as soon as you stopped at the entrance to the living room, and from that moment, you were fucked.
Oh, sure, she acted innocent. She gave you a broad smile and big eyes, even as she swayed her hips like a dancer when she approached you and greeted you with a familiar coy, a flirty voice that had never failed to send want spiraling through your body.
Really, no one would be fooled, no matter how cute her outfit was.
The icing on the proverbial cake, however…had to be the collar around her neck.
It was understated, especially for as extravagant as the rest of the outfit was, with a little bell chain keeping her cape closed and all. But it was the same shade as the moon of her costume, and despite your best efforts, you found your gaze roaming to it more times than you wanted to count. It didn’t matter what she was doing—your eyes would rise and settle on the contrast of soft, golden yellow on delectably tan skin.
If Rumi bent over and picked up stuff off the floor in an attempt to clean it before guests came over for Christmas dinner, Your eyes latched onto her ass, and the way the leotard and stockings clung to her, but the instant she’s up again, your eyes are on her neck.
She took a chance to teasingly bring your hands onto her hips when she slid into your lap for a break? Your hands gripped her firmly, but your gaze was on her throat and how her collar bobbed with her swallows.
Even the sly, sultry whisper in your ear informing you that she had nothing on under the leotard couldn’t distract you for long—though it definitely did distract, especially when she ground into your crotch, and you felt the blood rush down south so fast you got dizzy—because the damned woman had taken your hand and brought it to rest against the front of the collar with a knowing smirk.
Fucking tease.
But the kicker of it all was during the quiet hangout after Christmas dinner. You, Rumi, and several friends were lingering in the living room, laughing and enjoying the peaceful vibes of a post-Christmas dinner night with friends.
Then the crinkle of plastic caught your attention, and you turned in time to catch Rumi opening a candy cane plucked directly from the tree itself. It should’ve been an innocent gesture; from anyone else, it would have.
But when mischievous crimson meets your gaze, you knew it was anything but innocent.
No one else noticed as she started to eat the candy cane, dragging it in and out of her mouth almost painfully slowly. Her tongue wrapped around it teasingly, and when it began to get too sticky with her saliva, she sucked it deep, pouting her lips almost like a kiss as she took it deep into her mouth.
And fuck, you’re usually a reasonable person, but never in your life had you wanted to take the place of a fucking candy until now.
Her lips are stained with the sugary treat, leaving them a delicious bright red, and as you watch her cheeks hollow in a familiar suck, you feel your cock throb with desire, the phantom touch of her mouth over it making your pants almost uncomfortably tight.
It’s not until you see Rumi’s tongue dart out again, dragging up the length of the candy cane in a way that has your imagination running wild, that you forced your gaze away.
Unfortunately, your gaze locked directly with your friends, and the expression on your face must be recognizable because they raise a brow at you with a knowing smile. Thankfully, they said nothing and, instead, looked at their watch and declared that they had to leave with so much exaggerated excitement that you’re sure everyone would realize that they were faking. But the others don’t protest, just glancing at their own phones and watches before rushing up.
After that, it’s quick work for your guests to leave, leaving you and Rumi finally alone in your apartment.
“Well, now that we’re alone…I think it’s time for presents, don’t you?” Rumi purred, crooking a finger at you as she popped the last of the candy into her mouth. Her eyes, already dark with lust, roved over your body and the obvious erection in your comfy sweats before dragging back up to your face in satisfaction. “Come on now. I’m not waiting much longer. Fuck me.”
Well, how the fuck are you going to hesitate with an invitation like that?
Immediately, you strode towards her, ignoring her attempts at dancing around you by sweeping her into your arms, making her laugh uproariously as you carried her to the bedroom.
“Damn, someone’s in a hurry. What’s got you all raring to go?” Her words were teasing and playful in the way you loved, and you responded with a growl of faux-anger, snapping your teeth at her face playfully.
“Three guesses, Rumi, first two don’t count.”
“Aw, it couldn’t be because of little ole me, could it?”
Rumi’s smile was positively devious, and it practically demanded the fierce kiss you captured her lips in. It doesn’t take long for her to open herself up to you, and you swept her mouth with your tongue, tasting the peppermint there as you crossed the threshold of the bedroom and finally set her on her feet.
Immediately, Rumi hooked a leg around your hips, pressing you against her and muffling the moan you made against her lips when it pressed your erection against her, the heat of her cunt clearly felt even with the layers of cloth between you both.
Finally, she pulled away, breathless in the giddy, heated way long kisses always leave her in, and hooked her arms around your shoulders to help anchor her as she started to grind back against you. Your mouth, free once again, immediately shifted to nibble at her neck, suckling a hickey into her tan skin as she tipped her head back with a moan, the scent of her arousal growing thicker in the air.
“Fuck…maybe I should eat more candy canes if this is the reaction they get me,” she breathed, laughing when you nipped at her neck in retaliation before pulling back.
“Can you blame me? You were practically face-fucking yourself with a candy cane. How else am I supposed to react?” you shot back, lifting her other leg up so she has to wrap it around your waist as well, leaving her clinging to you and pressing her weight against your crotch in a way that has you both moaning.
“Mmm…should I help take care of this for you then?” she laughed, breath hitching when you grinned and shook your head. Before she can say more, you’ve spun around and thrown her down onto the bed, making her laughter fill the room as you stood at the edge of the bed and pulled her down to you, grinning at the breathless noise it drags from her.
“I want to taste you first, bunny,” you purred, squeezing her ass playfully before you started to bend her legs back. Rumi’s quick to pick up on it, and soon, you’ve got the rabbit hero almost bent in half, her muscular arms holding her legs back and open for you while you stare in unabashed desire at the crotch of her leotard. “Fuck, Rumi. Did these come with a slit there?”
Rumi’s laugh was equal parts shaky and amused, and she wiggled herself a bit to tease the sight to you further. “Absolutely not. That was all me, babe. You know how I am about having ease of access after all.”
The nonchalant admission that Rumi purposefully cut out this slit so that you could slip inside of her with less trouble was the most arousing thing you’d heard all fucking day. With a soft groan, you dropped to your knees and pressed a kiss to her swollen clit, the little bud practically begging for your attention.
Rumi moaned, low and needy, at the contact, and it only spurred you on as you used your hand to part her lower lips, coating your fingers in the wetness that had her pussy practically glistening and made your mouth water from the scent alone.
Unable to hold yourself back, you pulled back just long enough to reposition at her entrance and then flattened your tongue and dragged it up her slit, firmly and slowly.
“Fuck!”
Immediately, there’s a fresh burst of arousal, and you eagerly lapped it up. Your hands rose up, one going to Mirko's thigh to grasp it firmly and give her some support while the other goes straight for her clit. You pressed your finger firmly against it and circled it as your tongue started to press inside her clenching pussy to fuck it slowly.
Her hips were bucking as much as they could in the position you’d put her in, pressing you further into her heated sex as she started a steady, babbling stream of praise and cursing. It’s soothing to your ego, but it’s not enough.
Not nearly enough.
So with one last suck and an affectionate kiss to her twitching hole, you switched gears and wrapped your lips around her clit and sucked fiercely while two fingers replaced the tongue that had been fucking into her.
Fingers that were significantly longer than your tongue and quickly found her G-spot after a moment of searching.
The result was near instantaneous.
Rumi screamed your name, releasing her hold on her legs in favor of wrapping the blankets between her fingers.
One leg hooked over your shoulders, practically shoving you into her while her other foot pressed into the mattress and her thighs flexed, letting her ride out her orgasm to the fullest.
Finally, you felt her walls stop milking your fingers, and you heard the soft, contented sigh of a woman enjoying the warm pulses of post-orgasmic bliss, so you pulled your fingers from her drenched pussy. Rumi’s eyes, hazy and semi-unfocused, immediately latched onto the digits slick with her arousal, and you grinned down at her as you made sure she was watching while you sucked them into your mouth and moaned at the taste of her pleasure.
By the time you slowly pulled them out with a pop, Rumi’s eyes had cleared and darkened with so much arousal you feel yourself throb with echoed desire.
“Gimme.”
Her voice was rough from all the noise she made, but her meaning was clear, as was her grabby hands gesture.
With a laugh, you climbed onto the bed, kneeling over her face and bracketing her head with your knees. Rumi stared up at you, licking her lips in anticipation as her hands came up to press against the bulge of your cock. “Come on, lemme have a taste of something better than a candy cane.”
You groaned at her words, pulling yourself out of your boxers and sweats. With parted lips, you pressed the tip of your cock against her mouth, enjoying how her tongue darted out in small kitten licks before she swallowed the head and sucked like it was her favorite lollipop.
It’s not until she started to tease you, suckling and flicking her tongue against your slit, that you found your clean hand tangling into her hair as you pushed her further down your cock. “Come on now, bunny. Don’t tease too much.”
You knew that if her mouth weren’t full, Rumi would be laughing at you. But with her mouth otherwise preoccupied, she simply squinted her eyes at you teasingly before she finally started to bob her mouth up and down your cock. Her hand, shaky though it was, curled around your cock to stroke along the parts she couldn’t fit into her mouth at this angle.
Watching her face, sloppy with a trace of tears and her saliva, as she worked your cock, was something sinfully pretty. Her candy-red lips are wrapped around you almost teasingly as she pulled off, dragging her tongue along the head before plunging again, keeping those teasing, lust-dark eyes on yours all the while.
Really, considering all that, was it surprising you couldn’t last?
She made a noise around your cock—something that sends vibrations racing up and down the sensitive flesh, and you grunt as you feel the familiar tightening of your balls.
“Ru, I-”
You didn't even get a chance to warn her before her hands suddenly shot up to your ass, and she pulled you down into her, taking your cock down the length of her throat.
The noise that’s ripped out of your mouth is a strangled scream, and you barely have the wits to brace your hands over her head as you shuddered and emptied yourself down her throat, the orgasm only going longer when she moaned and swallowed, milking your cock in her throat until you had nothing left to give.
With a gasping breath, you managed to push yourself off and to the side, flopping next to her as your chest heaved.
“Fuck.”
Rumi laughed—a wrecked, raspy thing, both from noises and the sudden throat fucking—as she rolled over and propped herself up on your chest.
“Five-minute break, and then you show me what else that cock of yours can do that makes it a better treat than anything else I get today, hm?”
…Well, damn. Who were you to turn that down?
“You’re on, Rumi.”