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“Be good. I’ll only be gone for a couple hours today.” Zoey grins as she cups Mira’s cheeks with her hands. A giggle leaves her as they stand in the foyer of the penthouse, amusement wafting off her in thick waves as she takes in the pout on Mira’s face.
“Why does the photoshoot have to be in Busan? That’s so far away.” Mira grumbles as she nuzzles into Zoey’s palms, her tone shifting into a higher pitch as she whines. It’s a two hour ride on the KTX from Seoul to Busan; two hours too long even for a high-speed train, Mira thinks.
“I’ll be back before you know it, you big baby.” Zoey snorts, the sound tapering into laughter as Mira blows a raspberry into her palm. There’s a tug on the back of Mira’s neck and then Zoey’s kissing her, wiping that frown off Mira’s lips with her own. Mira can’t help but lean into it, savoring Zoey’s touch before she leaves for the day. The greedy part of her whispers in her ear, telling Mira to hold onto Zoey, photoshoot be damned, and spurs her into deepening the kiss. The moan Zoey lets out against her mouth feels good, and Mira hums at the delightful shiver that zips down her spine.
“Be good.” Zoey pants softly when they pull back, giggling at the way Mira whines at the distance between them. She places a palm on Mira’s chest, rubbing a gentle circle there. It’s soothing given how Mira pauses just to lean into the touch. “Rumi will be home with you. I think she’s still camped out in front of her computer. Try not to miss me too much.” Zoey hums as Mira nods, her heart fluttering as she takes in those expressive eyes dripping with adoration. “Stoppppp, Miraaaaa. My heart can’t take it!”
Giggles leave the pair as Zoey shakes Mira in an exaggerated fashion. She gives Mira’s biceps a squeeze before she turns to the elevator. “Okay, I gotta go now. Bobby’s waiting for me downstairs.”
“Have a safe trip, babe. Take pics for us.” Mira says as she kisses Zoey again, savoring the press of their mouths together. She watches Zoey go with a cheerful bounce in her step, her hand waving as the elevator doors slowly shut.
Silence fills the foyer as the hum of the elevator drones softly. The huge windows glitter as the afternoon sun hangs in the sky, sunbeams casting its light on the couch and the coffee table, warm light swirling on the material like soft golden whirlpools. Mira strolls through the penthouse, humming under her breath as she heads to their bedrooms. With Zoey gone, Mira’s body turns all of her focus to the other third of her heart. She’s drawn to Rumi like a magnet, unable to pull away from the urge to be with her lover.
A t-shirt clings to Mira’s torso, cropped slightly at the hem to show off a sliver of her midriff. A pair of black sleep shorts hugs her hips, cottony soft to the touch. Mira fingers the hem of her shorts as she pushes the door to her room open, gently playing with a fraying thread as she spots a head of purple hair.
Rumi is perched in a chair while stationed in front of their computer, a look of concentration stamped on her face. Emails and spreadsheets are sprawled on the screen, effectively capturing Rumi’s attention. She’s engrossed in her work, hands alternating between typing and scribbling notes in a notebook splayed on the desk.
It doesn’t deter Mira from walking in and hugging Rumi from behind. Her arms encircle Rumi’s shoulders as she presses a kiss to Rumi’s crown, nuzzling against the soft head of hair there.
“Mira? What’s up?” A lazy grin sits on Rumi’s lips as she turns around, her arms wrapping around Mira’s waist in a proper hug. Her face is pressed to Mira’s stomach, smiling big as she peers up with her.
“Hi. Busy today?” Mira’s eyes flick to the computer before meeting Rumi’s gaze.
“Just a little. I’m sorting some admin stuff out. It shouldn’t take too long.” Rumi tilts her head to the side as she watches Mira, a soft look of adoration swirling in her eyes.
It makes Mira all soft and warm, the feeling residing in her belly like a cage of butterflies set loose. She cards her hand through the tail of Rumi’s ponytail, admiring how pretty her girlfriend looks with this style. Mira leans down to press a lingering kiss to Rumi’s mouth, humming at how easy Rumi leans into her, smiling into the kiss.
“I’ll make some tea. You don’t mind my company, do you?” There’s an uncharacteristic softness to Mira’s tone, a show of vulnerability rearing its head as she pulls away.
Rumi’s hand curls around her retreating arm, fingers squeezing softly on Mira’s wrist. “No, you’re fine, babe. I would love your company. It would be my only salvation against the evils of spreadsheets.” Rumi shoots a side eye at the screen, eyes narrowing as another email pings gently in her notifications.
It makes Mira laugh, a delighted weight of warmth sitting in her chest as Rumi leaves a kiss on the inside of Mira’s wrist. “Okay, I’ll be right back.”
So Mira ambles back out to the kitchen, stepping into the familiar space with ease. She grabs a mug from the cabinet, the ceramic painted one from a class they all took together, and the tin box of tea bags, Rumi’s favorite. She gets the kettle going, humming one of Zoey’s demo tracks under her breath; it’s still a work in progress but the melody is too catchy to forget. Mira places the tea bag in the mug, pours the hot water in and lets it steep. She grabs a cold water bottle for herself before carrying the mug back to Rumi.
Rumi is still perched in front of the desk, mouse clicking up a storm as she sits in her chair, one leg up in classic-Mira-posture as Zoey would call it. She’s wearing a black sports bra and some running shorts, probably decided not to change after coming back from her morning run. It makes her look so good, Mira thinks as she bites down on her bottom lip. All that soft skin and toned muscle and pretty patterns out on display. Rumi is gorgeous and it’s about time she shows it off.
Mira pushes the bedroom door open with her hip, her hands still occupied as she approaches Rumi. “Here, babe.”
“Mhm, thank you.” Rumi smiles, bright and lovely as she takes the mug from Mira, their fingers brushing together in the exchange. It’s a simple graze of skin but it still makes Mira’s heart race. God, she’s such a simp.
The water bottle is placed on the edge of the desk, condensation already sweating on the exterior. Mira hovers quietly as she watches Rumi, a soft look in her eyes as she revels in her girlfriend’s presence.
It takes a minute before Rumi turns to her, a knowing look gleaming in her eyes, mirth and adoration mingling in those dark pools of brown. “Yes, Mira?” Rumi chuckles softly as her brow raises.
Conflict rises within Mira, a frown tugging at the corner of her lips as she stands there; she doesn’t want to bother Rumi when she’s busy but on the other hand… the urge to be with Rumi, to bask in her presence and her attention—it’s such a strong want curling in her belly. Mira purses her lips as she tries to decide what to do.
Rumi makes the decision for her.
“Come here, baby.” A soft chuckle, a knowing look gleaming in Rumi’s eyes as she wraps a hand around Mira’s hip and tugs her closer. Close enough to manhandle Mira into her lap.
Oh.
Mira tumbles forward gracefully as her body moves before her mind does, her legs straddling in a familiar movement until she’s nestled comfortably in Rumi’s lap. A soft sigh leaves Mira as she feels Rumi beneath her, strong and sturdy and so warm. She sinks into the familiar comfort, her arms already winding around Rumi’s shoulders as her cheek comes to rest on Rumi’s head. Firm hands settle around her hips, and the feeling of Rumi squeezing tight has a spark of delightful pleasure coming to life within Mira. Soft heat suffuses her cheeks and it’s almost embarrassing at how fast Mira feels the familiar weight of want and desire swooping low in her belly.
“Comfy?” Rumi grins up at her, those strong hands kneading at Mira’s hips now.
“Very.” Mira’s voice drops an octave, a low purr settling into her voice as she gazes down at her girlfriend. Tension drains out of her slowly, the point of contact at her hips the epicenter of her relief. Mira’s knees squeeze gently, satisfied with the solid form of Rumi between her legs. Another luxurious sigh escapes her as Rumi’s hands wander the expanse of her back, mapping the smooth plane of Mira’s back.
“Good. You can stay like this.” Rumi kisses Mira’s shoulder, a pleased smile stretching her lips as she returns to her work.
A huff of breath leaves Mira as she watches Rumi turn her attention back to the computer, only half placated by one of Rumi’s hands still caressing her back. It slips beneath the hem of her shirt, Rumi’s hand now touching her bare skin. A delightful shiver rolls through her from the way Rumi’s fingertips drag up her spine, tracing up the ridges gently before blunt fingernails rake down the length of her back.
An embarrassing noise splutters out of Mira, her eyes fluttering shut at how good it feels before they snap right back open. A blush covers Mira’s face as she squeaks, the heat of indignation is especially warm as Rumi’s eyes snap to her with a smirk, laughter already bubbling on her lips.
“What was—“ The smile on Rumi’s face is so big, growing even bigger as Mira is flustered.
“Nothing! Not a word, Ru!”
Rumi merely smirks and does it again—a soft walk of fingers up Mira’s spine before dragging her fingernails down. Slowly. Gleefully. A glimpse of hunger flickering in Rumi’s gaze as she watches Mira begin to unravel. That control, that perfect self-restraint begins to fray, and Mira trembles in place as Rumi drinks it all in.
Oh, just seeing the way Rumi wants her gives Mira a head rush. A dizzying rush of pleasure and lust that will be her undoing.
This time Mira whines from the sensation of Rumi’s fingernails raking thin pink lines down her back. It feels so good that her hips buck, involuntarily grinding down into Rumi’s lap as a shuddering gasp crawls out of her throat.
“R-Rumi! S-Stop teasing.” It’s a slightly desperate plea and a shaky admonishment all at once. Mira is still blushing under Rumi’s smug gaze, desire and curiosity churning in those darkening eyes. It’s not often that Mira is easily flustered; perhaps it’s the lack of attention today. It makes her whiny, makes her needy for her lover’s touch, makes her greedy for any ounce of attention thrown her way.
And Mira knows that Rumi will give it to her, knows that Rumi will take care of all her needs and wishes. That’s just the type of lover Rumi is—selfless and devoted.
And all Mira has to do is ask.
“Okay, okay. Quit squirming then.” Rumi kisses her shoulder again, chuckling at the huff Mira lets out. Yes, she clocked the subtle grind in her lap. Yes, she can feel how Mira’s skin is beginning to run warm. She always does when she’s getting turned on. Rumi notices, of course she does, and does nothing. For now. It’s always fun to tease Mira and string her along. The relief tastes sweeter like that.
Mira grumbles as she lowers her head, resting her cheek in the crook of Rumi’s neck and shoulder. Rumi keeps on laughing at her, so Mira continues making displeased noises against the skin of Rumi’s neck despite the curling smile on her own mouth. She sighs as she feels Rumi’s hand settle at the small of her back, her thumb running soft circles on her skin. It’s so gentle and sweet, the weight of Rumi’s hand there brings a deep sense of satisfaction, and Mira curls up in Rumi’s lap like a content cat.
Soft clicks of a mouse, quick taps of a keyboard, and the scratch of a pen on paper fills the room. It’s nice. It’s relaxing, Mira thinks as she drifts off. Being cuddled up intimately like this is doing wonders for her need to be clingy today.
20 minutes pass, maybe 30, before Mira feels that telltale urge begin to grow again in the pit of her belly. The neediness, the greedy desire that swells within her. It’s a yearning, an appetite that begs to be fed. Mira is hungry for Rumi’s attention, starving for another morsel of her girlfriend’s love and affection.
So she starts with chaste pecks along the curve of Rumi’s shoulder, small kisses planted on top of swirling iridescent marks. Mira feels Rumi pause, a stutter in her breathing before resuming those gentle circles on the small of her back. It makes Mira frown; she doesn’t want gentle. At least, not right now.
So she nips at Rumi’s neck, suckling and kissing along smooth skin until marks begin to bloom. Mira feels Rumi let out a shuddering sigh, and pleased satisfaction curls in her chest like a solid fist. Mira makes sure to use her teeth too, knowing that Rumi likes the feeling of being marked up by her girls.
“Mira.” Her name rumbles in Rumi’s chest, and oh, isn’t that just delectable? She wants to hear it again. She wants to hear the sultry desire slipping into each vowel, wants to hear the lust that begins to thread into each deep breath Rumi takes.
“Hmm?” But Mira doesn’t raise her head. She simply keeps on kissing and nipping at Rumi’s neck, transfixed on leaving her mark on her lover’s skin.
“Mira.” Rumi’s voice is gruff now, a rough and husky tone she unknowingly adopts when desire sweeps in thick and unfiltered. A hand fists in Mira’s hair, hard and firm and delicious with its tight grip. Rumi yanks at Mira’s hair, tugging her hard enough to have Mira craning her neck, that head of soft pink tipped back.
A rough gasp escapes Mira as a jolt of pain-pleasure rushes down her spine. Oh, it feels so good. Her eyes flutter shut for a brief second before they open, locking with Rumi’s gaze. And then another shocked gasp leaves her lips as she finds herself mesmerized by the darkness in Rumi’s hungry gaze.
“Can you hear me now?” A firm hand grips Mira’s jaw, almost crushing with the strength Rumi displays, yet it only turns Mira on.
“Y-Yes…” The words come out of Mira meekly.
“There you are, sweet girl.” Rumi lets out a sound crossed between a snarl and a purr, absolutely making Mira wet with the way it rumbles thick in the air.
Heat pools into her belly, insistent flames licking at her skin as desire makes itself known. She moans weakly, trembling as Rumi pulls her in, their mouths meeting in a kiss. It’s sweet for a second before it turns hot and sloppy, Rumi’s hunger tearing her asunder with how rough she’s kissing her. Like being devoured whole. Tongue and teeth tearing into her with no mercy. Rumi bites down on Mira’s bottom lip, suckling it sweetly before letting it go with a filthy pop! And then she’s licking into Mira’s mouth with an intensity that leaves Mira breathless, leaves her moaning and whimpering at the way Rumi licks along her teeth and tongue, drinking every little whine and mewl she pulls out of Mira.
“What is it, baby? Did you want my attention? Do you want it that badly?” Rumi says in between kisses with that saccharine tone of hers, and they all land like a sucker punch to Mira’s gut. She’s whining before she knows it, panting raggedly from Rumi’s careful strategy in unraveling her.
She can’t answer until Rumi pulls away, a string of saliva clinging to their lips in the process. It’s lewd. And the sight of it only flips Mira’s stomach, makes it swoop with a dizzying need for more.
“Y-Yes! N-Need you, Rumi. I want… w-want you to touch me.” With Rumi’s hand still fisting her hair, Mira can do nothing but let the admission drip from her parted lips. She whines again as Rumi gives it another tug, gasping at the jolt of pain-pleasure that goes straight to her core. A needy ache. Eager to be touched, eager for more of whatever Rumi will give her.
“Pretty girl.” Rumi pauses to drag the pad of her thumb across the swell of Mira’s bottom lip. She smirks as she does it, wonder and awe glimmering in her eyes as she takes in Mira’s flushed state. “You just wanted some attention, is that right?”
Mira’s eyes are blown wide, already dark and hungry as she nods her head eagerly. She’s panting softly, teetering on a tightrope of restraint. It doesn’t help that Rumi is pushing her closer to the edge with all her teasing either.
“Yeah? Your pretty girl?” Mira kisses Rumi’s thumb, relishing in the drag of her lips against the pad. Her belly flutters with the use of the pet name, her blush darkening as a look of approval flashes across Rumi’s face.
“Oh, you must want something today.” Rumi smiles at her, sharp and dangerous, like a shark circling prey upon smelling blood in the water. It makes Mira shiver, goosebumps spreading across her skin in a slow-moving wave, forcing her to feel every delightful ripple. She kisses Mira once more before murmuring against kiss-swollen lips, “Go get the harness for me. Pick a strap too, pretty girl.”
The command has Mira’s eyes dilated, even more now with the implication of what’s to come. They shine like obsidian, glittering from the sunlight that peeks into the bedroom windows. Mira has to take a deep breath to gather herself, whimpering at the loss of Rumi’s grip in her hair before whimpering louder at the palms sliding up the top of her thighs. The touch is warm and heady, addicting with every pass of Rumi’s palms. Mira narrows her eyes at the way they linger near the swell of her hips, squeezing with an iron grip that makes Mira’s breath hitch uncontrollably. Oh, she’s such a tease.
“Go on, pretty girl.” Rumi purrs and that gets Mira going.
She clambers off of Rumi’s lap to go into her walk-in closet, her heavy footsteps stomp on the marble tiles, betraying her eagerness. But Mira doesn’t care if she comes off as eager or desperate; no, she’s too far gone to care about decorum or appearances now. The ache between her legs is too strong to ignore any further.
Shaky hands rummage through a dresser drawer before they close around soft, supple leather. Mira spends another minute perusing her inventory of toys, deep breaths puffing audibly inside the closet as she picks up a lilac dildo. It’s a thick girth—thicker than what she would usually go for but today… she wants to feel full and thoroughly used right now—with ridges all along the shaft, curvy and bumpy, a feature that makes Mira’s mouth water at the thought of feeling it against her skin.
And the thought of Rumi using it on her has Mira’s breath hitching. Her belly swoops hard, her nipples are flush from arousal, and Mira is sure that her panties are ruined by now. Excitement and anticipation and lust washes over her, intense with every wave crashing down. Mira has to steady herself against the dresser, her knees wobbling from the sheer want pulsing through her.
When she returns to Rumi, Mira is almost shy as she presents the harness and toy. The sparkle in Rumi’s eyes is dangerous; it’s sharp and calculating as they roam up and down Mira’s figure, almost as if undressing her. It only makes the arousal inside Mira burn hotter.
Rumi’s eyes flick to the dildo of Mira’s choosing, and her brows raise slightly. There’s hunger more than anything—love and affection and adoration still linger, of course—but that hunger sits front and center, crowning on a tall throne of desire. Mira whimpers, her lips parting to let the needy desperation slip free.
“Oh, this one?” Rumi’s fingers curl around Mira’s wrist, the touch scorching hot against her skin.
“Yes.” A pink tongue slips out as Mira wets her lips.
“You like the ridges, don’t you?” Rumi smirks, a dark chuckle coloring her tone as her thumb passes across the shaft of the dildo.
A breathy whine is Mira’s answer. Her blush is a bright red all along her cheeks, slowly sprawling down the column of her neck to settle on top of her chest.
“Alright, alright.” Rumi grins, still lazy and nonchalant, as if Mira isn’t about ready to combust after another tease. She takes the harness and goes through the motion of putting it on, and the sight of supple leather winding tight around Rumi’s hips and thighs sends a shudder through Mira. Her fists clench as molten heat sinks deep in her belly, pooling down to the space between her legs where it aches. And then the sight of the strap sliding into place, jutting out between Rumi’s legs is just—Mira bites down on a throaty moan, already feeling her clit throb from how turned on she is.
“On your knees, baby.” Rumi’s hands land on her shoulders, and it barely takes anything to push her downward. Mira sinks down to her knees willingly, the soft rug by the desk muffles the kiss of cold of the marble tiles.
A slow swallow of saliva, Mira’s throat bobs as she drinks in the sight of Rumi like this, effortlessly embodying seduction. Her arousal simmers beneath her skin, tension drawn taut as she stares up at Rumi with hooded eyes.
“Gonna need you to get my cock nice and wet for me. Can you do that, pretty girl?” Rumi’s voice is a low, sultry drawl as she fists the base of the strap—her cock.
Oh, fuck. Another whine crawls out of Mira’s throat as she paws at Rumi’s thighs, shaky fingers curling around toned muscle and soft skin. Mira leans forward until she’s nuzzling into Rumi’s thigh, mouthing at the skin there.
“I need an answer, Mira.” Rumi says as she cards a hand through pink locks, tugging gently until Mira can meet her gaze.
“Yes.” It’s an answer and a prayer wrapped into one. Desperation unfurls across Mira’s features, delicate in the shake of her voice but steady in the fire engulfing her eyes. Hunger reflects in those dark pools, and Mira is all too willing to let herself be consumed by it. “Yes, please. I want it… I want it—want you in my mouth.”
A pleased noise falls from Rumi’s lips, that and the guttural growl breaking free from the cage of her teeth. Her hand curls around the back of Mira’s head, holding firm as she waits.
Being on her knees for Rumi is hotter than it is, especially with the heady gaze resting on her and the thick cock bobbing in between her girlfriend’s legs, waiting for her to take it into her mouth. A tremble sets into Mira as she leans forward to kiss the tip, a shaky exhale brushing off her lips as she opens her mouth and takes the cockhead in. She suckles gently, cheeks hollowing as she increases the pressure, and the loud gratifying groan that Rumi lets out causes a jolt of arousal to shoot right through her. Mira whimpers around the cock, eyes fluttering shut as her cunt throbs with need. Fuck, she’s so wet, practically dripping through her panties at this point.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Fuck, you look so good with my cock in your mouth.”
Mira whines at the praise, moaning loudly on Rumi’s cock. Saliva drips out the corner of her mouth as she begins to take more of it, her head bobbing slowly to feel every inch Rumi steadily occupies. The weight of the cock on her tongue is incredible, a heady sensation that always manages to elicit a burst of pleasure without fail. Mira thinks it’s about the fullness, the feeling of being fulfilled every time one of her lovers is involved. She craves the feeling, greedy to feel the intimacy of being so full of them, of their love, of their carnal desires and their tender affection.
“You can take some more, yeah? You’re so good at it, Mira. You definitely can, baby.” Rumi coos as she caresses Mira’s hair, blunt nails scratching pleasantly along her scalp. It’s the praise, the soft touches, the dark warmth swimming in Rumi’s eyes as she waits with expectations.
It spurs Mira on, it makes her want to be good. God, she wants to be good and meet Rumi’s expectations. A moan and a slow nod has Mira bobbing her head again, taking another inch of Rumi’s cock into her mouth until—until the tip prods at the back of her throat. The ridges of the shaft shift along her tongue, and it’s nice, fuck, it’s so nice. It’s a good sensation moving back and forth against her. And then Mira’s pussy clenches around nothing as she thinks about those ridges rubbing against the walls of her cunt instead, and she whimpers embarrassingly loud.
“Breath, baby. You’re doing so good for me. Look at you.” Rumi sighs and smiles, her hands curling around the back of Mira’s head now. “Hold onto my thighs. I’m going to fuck your face now, okay? Gonna have my cock deep down your throat, babygirl.”
And that, that has Mira’s eyes nearly rolling to the back of her head. She whines and whimpers, almost choking on her spit at the filthy words swirling in the air between them. Arousal tightens in Mira’s belly, and fuck, she can feel her clit throbbing, her cunt fluttering around nothing as her lust intensifies.
Mira obeys readily, her palms flat against Rumi’s thighs, holding on as her lover strokes her hair.
“That’s it, open up for me.” Rumi purrs as she pushes her hips forward, coaxing Mira’s throat into relaxing. The tip pushes forward, slowly gliding past the tight ring of muscle until she’s through. She’s in Mira’s throat, stretching it out with her girth. Fuck, it feels good, it feels so good.
Mira’s eyes go glassy by the time her nose brushes against the skin of Rumi’s pelvis, coarse hair grazing her skin as she holds herself there, moaning and whining uncontrollably at the fact that she took all of Rumi in her throat.
“Good girl.” Is all Rumi says before she pulls back, the lewd slick squelch of her cock retreating from Mira’s throat before it’s pushed back inside rings loud through the bedroom. It’s filthy, it’s obscene, and it’s so goddamn hot.
Rumi’s hips pick up a harsh pace as they swing back and forth, pumping her cock down Mira’s throat. Wet obscene sounds color the air, mixing with the garbled moans and the panting grunts, twisting their arousal into something hotter, a little more depravity added to the mix with every tear slipping down Mira’s cheeks.
“Fuck, I bet you like this, huh? You like getting your mouth fucked, Mira? Your face getting used like a whore?” Rumi growls and purrs, her voice like pure seduction as she lets her mouth run. The dirty talk is absolutely working on Mira, who squirms and cries as she takes the rough fucking of her mouth.
Her hands tremble as they cling onto Rumi’s flexing thighs. She wants to slip a hand in between her legs, wants to touch herself and have that relief come crashing through. But Rumi keeps her attention, keeps her captivated with her filthy mouth and those pumping hips. Mira can’t do anything but sit there kneeling and take it, helpless as her lover fucks her face harshly.
Drool slips out the corner of Mira’s mouth, glistening tracks that trail over the edge of her chin to drip down her neck. Her lips are stretched around Rumi’s cock, kept open by the girth that plunges into her mouth and further into her throat. The way Rumi fucks is intense; it’s a heady and addicting feeling, and Mira is strung along for every second of it.
Mira is breathless by the time Rumi pulls out, a blushing and ruined mess as she takes in the sight of lacy strings of her saliva clinging to Rumi’s cock.
“Mhm, look at you. So pretty even after having your pretty mouth fucked.” Rumi grins, smug and haughty as she swipes her thumb across the swell of Mira’s bottom lip. The grin widens when she presses her thumb against the seam of Mira’s lips, smugness growing when she presses her thumb down on Mira’s tongue. A pleased sound is voiced when Mira sucks on her thumb, tongue swirling around it eagerly.
“What do we say after?” Rumi asks as she pulls her hand away. She gathers the wetness on Mira’s chin and strokes her cock, smearing it with the wetness already costing her shaft.
“T-Thank you.” Mira answers with a raspy voice. Her eyes are blown wide as she stares at Rumi’s cock, stares at the hand leisurely pumping the shaft and spreading the wetness. Her thighs squeeze together in an attempt for relief, but it’s not enough.
“Good girl.” Rumi takes a seat on her chair, legs spread to make room for Mira. The thought of it has pressure coiling in Mira’s belly. To have space made for you, Mira shudders at the shameless delight that spreads across her senses.
“Come up here, Mira. Let me feel you.” Rumi beckons and Mira follows, limbs eagerly scrambling upward until she’s straddling her lover’s lap once more.
“Oh, you’re soaked.” Rumi says as she feels damp cotton brushing against her skin.
“Yeah, no shit. I’m so wet for you, Rumi.” Mira leans in, her voice still raspy as she brushes her lips against Rumi’s, quietly asking for more attention. She gets it with a smile and a harsh squeeze to her hips. Mira sighs into Rumi’s mouth, satisfied by the leisure kisses Rumi drags her into.
“Say it again.” Rumi breaths out shakily.
“I’m so wet. For you, Rumi.”
Rumi moans, shamelessly loud, and Mira trembles at the deep rumble in her lover’s chest, delighted by the thick want saturating Rumi’s moans.
Her panties are soaked as they settle against the strap, Mira’s trembling thighs squeezing at Rumi’s midriff with an unspoken eagerness. Rumi merely pulls them to the side and fuck, that’s so hot that Mira can’t hold back the throaty moan that crawls up out of her chest.
“Please, please, please!” She’s begging before she realizes, panting harshly as her hips buck. The rub of the shaft against her clit is happenstance but it feels like a sharp bolt of lightning jolting right through her. Mira keens, whimpering at the relief of pleasure passing through her for a split second. “I-I need—I need you!”
“Easy, babe, I’ve got you. We’re going to do this slow.” Rumi purrs, her eyes dark as she holds onto Mira’s hips, anchoring her into patience. “Because I want to see every second of you unraveling in my lap, pretty girl.”
Mira shudders at the confession, her breath knocked out of her lungs as she registers the words. To have Rumi witnessing her undoing, to be vulnerable enough to be taken apart—it means much more to Mira than anything. Her arousal swells, a flare of scorching heat that eats at her lower belly, growing hotter at the thought of being ruined by Rumi.
“Up.” Rumi says as she helps lift Mira’s hips, her gaze anchored to the sight between those strong, supple thighs. She licks her lips, growling as she lines the cockhead right against Mira’s pussy. “Stay still now.”
“W-What? Noooo—“
“Be good for me. A little patience won’t hurt, pretty girl.” And Rumi grins, a shark-like smile tugging at her lips as those dark eyes glimmer with hunger.
Mira swallows thickly, her mouth dry at the tease in Rumi’s tone. And then she’s whimpering as she feels Rumi’s cockhead circling her clit, bumping it gently before it presses against her entrance. Pressing against her fluttering hole. Pressing but not pushing. God, she needs it.
“Rumiiii.” Mira whines again, her lips curling around Rumi’s name as she lets out a whimper, her lashes fluttering with the beginning of teardrops.
“Okay, okay.” Rumi sighs as she relents, “You’re so pretty even with tears.”
When Rumi pushes the first inch inside, Mira is already keening at the delicious stretch of her pussy walls. Rumi’s cockhead is stretching her out, the thick girth unyielding as it forces her wall to conform around it. Mira stays there in that limbo, forced to feel every second of her cunt being stretched as Rumi holds her up by the hips, demonic strength a boon in this particular moment.
“B-Big… you’re so big!”
“You can do it, Mira. You can take me, I know you can, pretty girl.” Rumi coos softly, grinning at the way Mira whines as her hips buck in her hands, jerking at every word of praise leaving her lips.
Another inch, another slide downward. Mira gasps out loud, letting wanton moans into the air as Rumi makes them go at her pace. No matter how much she begs, no matter the amount of futile thrashing, no matter how much Mira whines and pleads, Rumi offers no reprieve.
Oh, she made a good choice. The ridges along the cock feel amazing, easily a mind blowing sensation as Rumi pulls her further down onto her cock. The ridges push deep against her walls, stimulating pleasure with every bump her cunt flutters around. Mira breaks out into a sob by the time she’s fully seated on Rumi’s cock. Pleasure sweeps up her spine, buzzing at the back of her head until it feels like a hazy fog has obscured every coherent thought in her mind. Her back arches and her hips threaten to buck, still held by Rumi’s iron grip, and every wave of pleasure that washes over her is concentrated between her thighs.
There’s a sob bursting out of her lungs by the time Mira feels Rumi bottom out inside of her. It’s euphoric, that feeling of completion that she’s been craving since she woke up today. Mira trembles, hands shaking as they cling to Rumi’s wrist, holding on for dear life as pleasure washes over her. Inexplicable pleasure with how stuffed her pussy is.
“Good girl. You took all of me so well. I knew you could do it.” Rumi smiles as she holds Mira in her lap, not allowing her an inch of movement as she savors the feeling of filling Mira up to the brim. There’s pride surging in her tone, and oh, Mira feels the praise grow warm on her skin, heady and addicting as the words sink deep into her. “How does it feel, baby?”
“F-Full… hah, oh, fuck!” Mira’s head tips back, a waterfall of silky pink strands loose over her shoulders as she takes it all in; the stark pleasure blooming in her belly, the fullness stretching out her pussy, the euphoric feeling of Rumi’s hands squeezing tight on her hips. “Your cock… ah, Rumi… you’re s-so deep!”
“Don’t move. I wanna touch you.” Rumi murmurs as she dips her head and latches her mouth to Mira’s neck, drinking in the loud moan that escapes Mira. She kisses and nips and sucks, intent on marking her girlfriend’s neck with a plethora of bruises and bite marks. She keeps her hands busy while she’s marking up Mira’s neck; they slip beneath Mira’s shirt and glide up Mira’s sides, squeezing and caressing all her curves until they settle on either side of Mira’s chest. From there, Rumi palms soft breasts with a greedy touch. She cups them, thumbs circling flushed nipples to relish every choked moan and mewling whimper that slips out of Mira’s mouth.
“You’re close, aren’t you, baby? Are you going to come in my lap? On my cock?” Rumi’s smile presses into Mira’s throat, her smile wide as she leaves another ring of teeth on the crook of Mira’s neck and shoulder.
“Please, please! I’m close, oh, god, Rumi! I’m gonna—I’m gonna—“
“Not yet. Look at me.” Rumi watches as Mira trembles, visibly shaking as she fights against the urge to move. Dilated pupils stare back at her, and Rumi feels her chest flutter at the sight of her lover so far gone, nothing but black holes occupying the space in her eyes. They're dark and rich, gleaming with arousal and desire, eclipsed by sheer want.
“Look at me, Mira.” Rumi coos as she slides a hand down and starts rubbing Mira’s swollen clit. It’s an instant reaction—Mira sobs and jolts, her body convulsing as her pleasure suddenly sharpens twofold. “There you are, pretty girl. So good for me. Come. Come on my cock.”
And Mira shrieks. A moan so throaty and filthy that it tapers off into a silent scream halfway through. Her eyes flutter shut as her pleasure crests, flinging her into an orgasm so strong that it has her shaking in Rumi’s lap. Her walls clench hard around Rumi’s cock, hips bucking sloppily in Rumi’s hands, a gush of wetness dripping out of her cunt as she rides out her orgasm.
“God, you’re so fucking pretty, Mira.” Rumi snarls as she drags her palms down to Mira’s hips, gripping tight as she starts to bounce Mira on her cock. A wet squelching sound echoes through the bedroom, pairing with the obscene clap of their skin.
“So fucking pretty when you’re bouncing on my cock.”
“R-Rumi!” Mira shrieks at the new stimulation attacking her senses. Her hands scramble up toned arms, fingernails digging into the curve of Rumi’s shoulders as she holds on.
“So fucking pretty when you take every inch of me. You feel it, yeah? Feel my cock—ugh—so deep inside of your pretty pussy.”
“Y-Yes, oh, fuck!” Another whine, another filthy moan escapes Mira as she feels Rumi’s cock fucking up into her. Those ridges slide against her pussy walls, relentless with every bump that rubs against her sweet spots. Yes, this is what she wanted—to be fucked thoroughly, to unravel from Rumi’s touch.
A deep growl rumbles in Rumi’s chest as she watches Mira’s pussy gripping her cock with every slide out, watches Mira’s pussy swallow every inch when she bottoms out again and again. It’s nothing short of divine. Rumi groans as she feels her own arousal rush through her veins, hot and electric.
A startled yelp leaps into the air as Rumi picks Mira up and settles her on the edge of the desk, the noise of surprise quickly replaced by a moan when Rumi starts pumping her hips. She’s pounding into Mira as her hands hold Mira’s legs apart, spreading them wide so she can take all of her cock. It’s sloppy with the amount of slick coating their skin, and it’s a brutal pace with the way Rumi is fucking into Mira. Her tongue laps at Mira’s neck, warm lips kissing the sensitive spot just below her ear, all the while spewing filth, “I’m going to ruin you, Mira. Fuck, you wanted my attention? I’m going to give it all to you, pretty girl.”
“F-Fuck! Ngh, Rumi!“
“You look so good. Squeezing so tight around me… fuck.” Rumi groans as she pounds into Mira, addicted and near feral at the sight of Mira unraveling in her arms. The desk is shaking, an absurd thump thump thump as it bangs against the wall with every smack of their skin. Rumi drives her cock deep into Mira, growling and moaning at the way her lover is shaking and wailing, those hands clawing at Rumi’s back as she takes and takes and takes.
A sharp hiss escapes Rumi as she feels Mira’s fingernails digging into her skin, leaving crescent marks with every urgent grab, raking red lines down the length of her back. The pain feels so good though, Rumi pants and grunts at the way it mixes with her pleasure seamlessly. Especially with the way Mira is moaning into her ear, sobbing desperately for “More! Harder, Rumi! Fuck me, f-fuck me!”
Oh, it’s enough to stroke Rumi’s ego. She drives deeper into Mira, pumps her cock in harder, mesmerized by the feeling of wetness sticky on their skin and the warmth bleeding through as Mira clings to her intimately. The spreadsheets and emails have been banished from her thoughts the second Mira stepped into the room. Rumi could never refuse anything Mira asks, especially not this. She could never deny Mira any sort of affectionate gesture nor the more carnal desires when the urge arises.
“I’m gonna come inside, baby. Gonna fill up your pussy while I’m fucking it so good.” Rumi grunts as she feels sharp teeth sinking into the curve of her shoulder. She laughs breathlessly, enamored with the way Mira has let all her walls down, sinking into debauchery with no hesitation. “Oh, fuck!” Rumi growls as she shoves at Mira, relishing in the muffled whimper of pleasure that Mira lets out against her skin. “That’s so hot… hah, yeah, you liked that, huh?”
“C-Come inside! I w-want it, I want it!” And Mira thrashes in Rumi’s embrace, unable to escape the strong grip her lover has on her. Oh, that demon strength is so hot. She adores the feeling of Rumi holding her down effortlessly, those bruises dark and alluring when they bloom on the skin Rumi held her the night before.
“I’m gonna breed this pussy. You’ll take all of my cum, pretty girl. Until you’re dripping. Maybe I’ll even fuck it back into you.” Rumi purrs into Mira’s ear as she laps the curve of it, nipping gently as her hips contrast with rough pounding thrusts.
“O-Oh my god—“
Wishful thinking pairing with the savage fucking Rumi is delivering has Mira all wound up. The thought of Rumi coming so deep inside of her pussy is electrifying, the thought of Rumi breeding her until she’s a ruined mess is even more enticing. Her pleasure spikes, a startling jolt of pure ecstasy running rampant through her body, the sensation so good that it has Mira shaking and jerking involuntarily, unraveling at the seams.
“Coming—I’m coming again, Rumi!”
It’s that sinful thought of being bred, the way Rumi is snarling and moaning into her neck, the savage pumps of that thick cock rutting deep into her pussy—all that tension coiling in Mira’s belly snaps like a fraying thread. She screams, outright wailing as her orgasm slams into her like a tidal wave, undeniable pleasure crashing down on her. Her pussy clenches, slick walls squeezing tight around Rumi’s cock, so tight that it halts Rumi mid-thrust.
“Oh, fuck, that’s—hng, t-that’s it, Mira. Let go, baby. Mhmm, just l-like that.” Rumi says as she switches to a grinding motion, making sure the head is rubbing against a sweet spot as she fucks Mira through her orgasm. Her hips continue moving and grinding, even as she stutters through her own pleasure. Rumi comes with a harsh cry on her lips, her face buried in Mira’s chest, sharp teeth grazing the swell of her breast until she draws the stiff nipple into her mouth and suckles hard. Indulgence flutters in her stomach as she feels Mira shake beneath her, writhing as the sensation jolts through her, another layer added to her pleasure.
Wetness gushes outward, soaking the skin of their hips in an obscene manner. But neither mind as they cling to each other, shuddering and moaning as they endure the passing tide of pleasure. Rumi shimmies herself up a little so she can press her mouth to Mira’s cheek, kissing the corner of her mouth before finding soft lips. It’s a sloppy kiss, slow and intimate, but pleasing nonetheless as they relish in the physical contact of each other.
A sheen of sweat coats their skin when they finally slow to a stop. Rumi kisses her slowly, savoring the brush of their mouths and the breathless whines that slip out of Mira. She’s mindful of her cock still buried deep inside of Mira. Slowly, Rumi pushes herself up to a standing position, immediately stopping in the motion when Mira’s legs wrap around her hips, ankles interlocking behind her back, and squeezes once.
“D-Don’t… stay, Rumi.” Mira pants softly as she catches her breath. Her eyes are half-lidded, satisfaction and exhaustion brimming in her glistening eyes as she stares at Rumi.
“Okay, Mira. I’ve got you, I’ll stay.” Rumi says as she leans in for another kiss, humming into Mira’s mouth when she feels her lover’s arms encircling her shoulders. A hand tangles into her ponytail, clinging to strands of purple as Rumi lifts Mira up, careful not to jostle her lover too much. Mindful of the way she’s still buried deep in Mira’s cunt.
Soft whimpers sigh against her mouth as Rumi closes the small distance between the desk and the bed; Mira’s quiet gasps and shudders are inevitable with the way Rumi’s cock rocks subtly inside of her pussy with every step she takes. Rumi lays them down on the bed, her weight settling on top of Mira because she knows her lover likes the sensation of being pressed into the sheets, likes the warm weight of Rumi covering her frame.
She’s careful not to move too much, mindful of the girth of the cock. Rumi is attentive to any and every one of Mira’s microexpressions, ready to ease the strap out of her lover at a moment’s notice of discomfort. But for now, she enjoys the feeling of Mira warming her cock, savoring the heady, debauched sensation of Mira gaining pleasure from having Rumi so deep inside of her.
“Feeing okay, babe?” Rumi says as she brackets Mira, one hand sliding through pink hair to work out the tousled tresses. Her head bends down to kiss at Mira’s temple, smiling at the happy sound she manages to elicit. Satisfaction churns in her chest as she admires the flushed skin on Mira’s face, admires the satiated expression and the tender look of adoration Mira shoots her way.
“Mhm, yeah. I’m feeling… good, so good.” Mira sinks into the mattress feeling like a boneless pile. The aftershocks are delicious as they roll through her body. And the feeling of Rumi still inside of her, stretching her out and keeping her full—it feels so good. That feeling of completeness fulfilled once more. She shudders as delightful bursts of pleasure ripple through her senses. Mira tugs Rumi closer, her hands hugging her lover as her eyes slip shut. “You can move in like 10 minutes. Just let me feel you close like this for a little more.”
“Anything you want, Mira.” Rumi murmurs as she presses another kiss to Mira’s jaw, melting at the smile that Mira flashes her with. Bright and warm, sunshine encapsulated in a bottle, tender and loving just for her.