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The first time it happened, Mira vowed that it would be the last.
Celine was like a mother to her. Much more than Mira’s own mother ever had been. She’d come to Huntr/x fractured, angry, wanting to prove to her parents that she was worthy of the love that they had always refused to give her. Mira’s parents had never cared. Never called. Never written.
But Celine was there.
The nights where Mira’s mother’s words cut deeper, the memories were louder, the sting of their betrayal most intense- she was there. Celine held Mira, kept her warm and safe in that little cocoon that she’d created for the girls. Never did Mira doubt that Celine loved her.
It was a familial love. One that took Mira some time to get used to. She bit back after mistakes, flinched under criticism, and pushed herself beyond what she should- seeking Celine’s approval. Celine never wavered. She smoothed Mira’s raised hackles, reassured her when she flinched, gave her all the approval she needed without requiring or expecting long nights and longer days. It was consistent. Mira never had to question whether it would be waiting for her come sunrise- it always was.
That love never shifted for Mira. Not in a way that she could name, anyways. She had always yearned for the warmth of a shared bed, felt safest in Celine's protective embrace. Mira's love for Celine had always been there, always steady. That wasn't what had shifted.
Zoey and Rumi did.
They'd moved to their own penthouse at some point, leaving the loving warmth of Celine's cabin. It had been fun at first- movie nights on their new couch, trading sleepovers in each other's rooms, Mira's elaborate meals cooked in their new kitchen. Inside jokes were formed, laughs traded like currency, body heat shared in the cold nights before they figured out how to turn off their AC.
At some point, something shifted. Mira couldn't put her finger on what, but she was sure that it did. The sleepovers waned, then ceased. Movie nights dissolved from a team ordeal to Rumi and Zoey heading off just as the credits had introduced the end. Meals were finished quicker, inside jokes losing their edge, even laughter felt as though it was a gift rather than an exchange.
Then came the conversation.
Zoey and Rumi were dating.
Oh. Okay.
Mira tried so hard to love them anyways. She gave them their space, intruding as little as she could. Movie nights became a couples activity, one that Mira would excuse herself from under the guise of exhaustion. Rumi and Zoey never pried, always grateful for the opportunity to be alone.
It was in those moments, on those nights where her bed felt just a little more empty than usual, that she missed Celine. Mira missed knowing that, no matter what, her moth- mentor was down the hall, and she would always accept another body beside her. Instead, Mira cried alone, hugging a pillow to her chest as if it was any replacement for the warmth of another human being. It never was.
Mira looked forward to their visits the most. She'd wait, hands in her pockets and body relaxed as each girl received their hug- first Rumi then Zoey. Finally, Celine turned to her. Mira melted into the embrace every single time. Celine smelled of lavender and pine sap and all things warm, the gentle heat of an early summer's day just after spring had said its goodbyes. Celine would pull away- it was always too soon. Mira yearned to be held for longer.
Their visits flew by in a blink. Their duties called for them to be home in Seoul, leaving only a breath's time to relax. They said their goodbyes- first Rumi, then Zoey, then Mira- who pressed herself so close to Celine that she'd feel the outline of her palms against her for hours.
The penthouse was always its coldest after they returned. Rumi was tired after their visits, so she and Zoey often disappeared into one of their rooms rather quickly. Mira, on the other hand, felt wide awake. She wished more than anything that they could spend more time at that cabin in the countryside. It was home to Mira, more than her birthplace had ever been, and more than this penthouse ever would be. Celine had filled that cabin with more warmth and love than Mira had felt in over 16 years living in her parents’ rich mansion, something that she would not soon find elsewhere.
The first time it happened, Celine vowed that it would be the last.
Mira was like a daughter to her. They all were, really, but Celine couldn’t help the way that she felt drawn to Mira from the beginning. She’d come to Huntr/x broken, sad, cast out from her family in the wake of her decision to become an idol. Celine had been there to pick up the pieces of what remained. The girls helped too, of course. Celine could see the way that Mira’s mood lifted when they were around.
Still- she did her part.
Late nights, when Rumi and Zoey had gone to sleep, Celine would hold a sobbing Mira. Feel the way her body collapsed in on itself, fists pounding against her chest as Mira begged Celine for an explanation- why. Why had her parents ostracized her? Why hadn’t they loved her? Celine would rub her back, murmur soft, sweet things in a voice that only Mira would ever get to hear. There was never any doubt as to whether Celine loved Mira.
It was a parental love- at least in the beginning. Full of softness and warmth even as the rest of the world grew cold. It was strict when it needed to be, yet forgiving in its words. It was comfortable, consistent. Mistakes weren’t a barrier to being loved, rather a vessel through which Celine was sure to affirm it. At some point, though, her love evolved. It’s hard to pinpoint exactly where the shift happened. Perhaps there wasn’t one. Perhaps years of consistent give and take, love and shared life, caused it to shift slowly.
The girls had moved into their own penthouse at some point. Celine’s cabin became a place of cold loneliness filled only by the occasional presence of a warm hearth fire. They hardly visited, not out of the want to stay away, but rather due to the demands of their position. On those rare days, though, when Huntr/x could afford to abandon their post, it was like the sun itself grew brighter around them.
Or, rather, around her.
Celine loved her daughter. She greeted Rumi with a bright smile and a tight hug, doting on her from the moment she stepped into the door. Zoey was next, Celine more than happy to listen to whatever fun fact she had to share this time. Mira was always last- not on the list of Celine’s love- but only for the fact that Celine wanted to hold her the longest. She smelled of raspberries and summer nights, a star-filled sky with two wooden rocking chairs and the familiarity of long lives lived together.
Celine was careful, of course. Their hugs never lasted more than would be considered appropriate. Still, sometimes, as Celine pulled away, she could swear that she felt Mira resist the tug of reality.
Their visits were always short. Far too short for Celine’s liking. They always left within a day or so, broad smiles and repeated “I love you”s exchanged in rapid succession as the car waited outside. As when they came, Celine gave her first hug to Rumi, making her promise to eat before kissing her nose the same way she did when her little jaggiya was just a girl. Then came Zoey, assuring the maknae that she’d watch the documentary that she’d been sent during their stay. Finally, Mira. Celine would draw her close, one hand splayed across her back while the other tangled in her hair, breathing in the smell of autumn sunsets and summer’s wane as if she could commit it to memory.
Once again the cabin would grow silent. The floorboards would whisper in protest as Celine walked, contrasting its barking groans when four pairs of feet had walked upon them. The fireplace would help some, but it was nothing compared to the warmth of laughter shared between family. Celine would often drink on these nights, requiring the aid to sleep rather than be trapped in her own mind.
Sometimes, she drank a bit too much.
The guilt was intense. Mira’s name became as acidic as the alcohol she was drinking, a mix of poison and desire as her mind would take her into dangerous territory. How soft were Mira’s lips? How would her body feel pressed against Celine’s? Did her voice get deeper with desire, or did it get higher?
Celine’s hands would wander. Fingers brushing against her breasts as she leaned back against the pillow. Was Mira gentle, like this? Or was she rougher? Her other hand dipped lower, slipping into the waistband of her pants to pull herself out, gasping at just the smallest touch. She started slow, imagining what it would be like if the hand touching her wasn’t her own.
The hand on her breast would move to cover her mouth, muffling herself as if anyone was around to hear. Her other hand worked in quick, languid strokes, hips bucking into her palm as if it would bring her release faster. A name fell from her lips, so sinful and forbidden yet dripping with lust and desire.
“Mira… baby-”
Her body reacted to the name like a drug, rolling and bucking into her hands until, with a soft gasp, her muscles locked up, head pressing back against the pillow as her cock twitched and jerked, her orgasm rolling through her with an intensity that she’d never felt before.
Celine tried not to think about how her body had reacted so intensely and instinctively to a name that she never should have spoken.
The first time it happened, Mira was lonely.
Rumi and Zoey had abandoned movie night halfway through. It wasn’t their fault- they’d all had a long day of photoshoots and practices, complete with an exhausting meeting with Bobby where he’d gone over every detail of their next album release. Mira was just as tired as the other two, but somehow still them leaving so soon hurt in a way that she wasn’t quite able to put into words.
She messaged Celine.
Mira
Are you awake?
Celine <3
Of course, jaggiya, what’s on your mind?
Mira
It’s stupid.
I just feel lonely.
Celine <3
It’s not stupid, Mira. Why do you feel lonely? Are Rumi
and Zoey not there with you?
Mira
They went to bed.
It was a long day.
Idk I just wish they’d finished the movie
we were watching I guess.
Celine <3
I get it, love.
Tell you what, why don’t I pick you up? We can go
to that ramen place you like.
What’s on your schedule for tomorrow?
Mira
Ooh that does sound good.
Nothing rn. I think Bobby wanted to try to give us a day off.
Celine <3
Perfect, you can sleep over then. I’ll be there
in ten minutes.
Mira smiled, her body warming from the inside out. It had been quite awhile since she’d slept over at Celine’s alone. Yes, she loved spending time with Rumi and Zoey, but the way that Celine doted over her when they were alone… Mira’s heart ached for it, for the attention, for the love that she had always craved to receive.
True to her word, Celine was there in ten minutes. She arrived in that clean black Rolls Royce that she reserved only for the most special of occasions, dressed in a simple black suit with the top three buttons of her shirt undone. Her blazer was cropped near the waist, giving her a sleek and professional yet playful appearance. Her hair was done- Mira noticed- laying neatly against her body in those same dark waves that Mira had always admired. The occasional gray streak broke up the darkness, but Mira thought it gave her charm.
They chatted aimlessly as Celine drove, the conversation taking its time to develop. It was always easy between them. Celine knew just how to bring out the true side of Mira. The side that laughed with her whole chest, talked with her hands, and leaned into the conversation as if she were afraid it would run away without her. Celine did not recoil from this version of Mira, did not ask her to make herself smaller or require her silence- rather she embraced her, encouraged her, blew gently on the fire within her as if begging it to grow.
The restaurant was quiet. Something that Mira was grateful for as she relaxed, not as worried about staying disguised. Not that it would have mattered much anyways, considering she was walking in with a completely undisguised Celine from The Sunlight Sisters.
“You couldn’t have even put a hat on or something?”
Celine raised an eyebrow as she took a measured sip of her water. Mira had ordered a bottle of wine- something expensive, but not extravagant. Notably, the bottle stayed firmly in front of the younger girl.
“For what purpose?” Celine perused the menu as if she didn’t know exactly what she wanted already, “Both of our faces are- or have been- on every billboard in Seoul. A mere hat would do nothing.” Her words, though direct, were softened with a smile.
Mira shrugged, accepting the answer. She filled up her glass once again, feeling already the way that the alcohol seemed to blanket her senses, dulling the restaurant sounds to a low hum so she could focus entirely on the woman in front of her. Celine met her gaze, Mira smiled. The way that Celine looked at her, saw her so completely without any expectations or barriers- as if nothing that she said or did would make Celine love her any less.
A second bottle was ordered. Mira hardly tasted the ramen as she ate it, ignoring Celine’s warnings that she should slow down on the wine. So what? She had tomorrow off, a hangover wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen. The world around her narrowed to the size of their table, the only thing that mattered was Celine. The way she smiled, the way her eyes softened when they met Mira’s. The way Celine’s hand reached out when they spoke, stopping just far enough as to not brush against hers.
Celine.
They walked (Mira stumbled) back out to the car. Mira held up almost entirely by Celine’s arm around her waist. Mira beamed, allowing herself to be lowered into the passenger’s seat, humming softly as Celine buckled her seatbelt.
Celine.
Gods, her hands were soft. Mira looked over as Celine got into the car, leaning in as if to say something, pausing when Celine looked over at her.
Celine.
Mira reached out, fingers brushing against Celine’s cheek, drawing her in. Their lips crushed together, and Mira was floating.
The first time it happened, Celine was lonely.
Mira tasted of alcohol and regret, or maybe that was just Celine’s own senses betraying her feelings. She should have pushed her away, reprimanded her gently, taken her home. She should have stopped it then and there, but Celine was weak. She was weak and she was lonely- and, Gods, Mira had never looked so beautiful.
So she leaned into it, wrapped a possessive hand around the back of Mira’s neck, drew her so close that their bodies couldn’t physically get any closer. Mira’s hands fumbled with Celine’s shirt, Celine let them. It wasn’t until Mira shifted and bumped against the car’s horn that both women jumped apart, startled by the sharp sound.
For a moment, neither of them spoke, panting quietly as they reeled from the sensations.
Then, “Celine.”
Celine looked over, searching Mira’s face for any hint as to what was coming next.
“Drive.”
Celine could only nod.
It was exactly fifteen steps from the driveway to the front door, but somehow Celine made it in ten. Mira’s lips never left her skin, moving from Celine’s cheek to her neck, to her shoulder. Celine should have stopped it there, should have tucked her into the guest room bed and called the girls to come get her- but the moment that Mira’s hand brushed against the tent in Celine’s pants, all willpower was lost completely.
At some point between the living room and the bed, both women were naked. Celine led the dance, throwing Mira down onto the silk sheets with a strength that only decades of relentless training could build. For a moment, Celine drank in the sight of Mira. Her skin flushed from alcohol, hands gripping the sheets as if she was afraid that she would fly away. There was just one problem though- her legs were closed together so tightly, that all Celine could see was the thick curls of pinkish hair sprouting between them.
No, that wouldn’t do at all.
Climbing onto the bed, Celine gripped Mira’s thighs between her slender fingers, forcing them apart before slotting herself between them, preventing them from closing once again. Mira whined, covering her face with her hands as the extent of her wetness was revealed, folds slick and hair damp as she twitched under Celine’s grip. Celine’s gaze grew dark, stretching herself forward to grip Mira’s wrists, pulling them from her face.
“Enough, princess.” Her voice was low, husky, and dripping with need as she brushed her lips against Mira’s ear, “I want to see you. All of you. Understand?”
Mira shivered, then nodded.
Celine’s tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth, “Let me hear you, baby.”
Mira’s back arched, hips twitching as the cool air brushed against her cunt, “Mmm, yes-”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Celine’s breath hitched, “Good girl, Mira.”
Her lips ghosted against Mira’s skin, tracing a scorching path down her perfect body. Down her neck, teeth nipping at the pulsing veins, skirting the line of her collarbone, wanting desperately but knowing well enough not to leave marks. Celine paused at the valley between Mira's breasts, moving only to carve a path to the peak with soft kisses, tongue darting out to flick against her nipple. Mira gasped in surprise, fingers curling into the sheets as her body pressed upwards into Celine's mouth, who grinned. God she could spend forever there, watching the way that Mira unraveled at the slightest bit of attention, but alas she had places to be.
Slowly- achingly so- Celine continued her path downwards, learning Mira's body in a way that strove to make up for years of lost time. She wanted this. God she'd always wanted this, in a way. Celine's lips stuttered, feeling curled hair tickle her chin as she neared her prize. The scent hit her- intense, musky, with a hint of spice. Celine's cock jumped, drool pooling between her lips at the intoxicating mixture. Her fingers tightened in Mira's thighs, keeping them apart as she drifted downwards, breath ghosting against Mira's dripping center.
One of Mira's hands tangled in Celine's hair, a keening whine drifting down towards her.
“Fuck- please.” Mira tugged on Celine's hair, attempting to tug her closer. Celine resisted, shivering at the tug against her scalp.
She hummed, “Please what, jaggiya?”
Mira moaned, loud and unabashed, “Please, mommy. Please.”
Oh.
Oh.
Celine's hips jerked forward without her permission, mouth falling open in a mix between a pant and a growl. Fucking christ she wasn't expecting that. It gave her pause, if only for a moment. How far gone was Mira? Was she even conscious of what she was doing?
Before Celine could spiral too deeply, Mira tugged on her hair again, hips stuttering as they felt the rapid brush of air against her aching cunt. Celine couldn't resist any longer even if she wanted to. Finally, she gave in to Mira's wordless demands, leaning forward to draw her tongue up Mira's soaked folds.
Celine fucking moaned.
Mira tasted incredible. Just one hint of her flavour and Celine was addicted. Like a starving animal, Celine lunged, latching her lips around Mira's clit as one of her hands drifted away from the young woman's thigh to tease at her entrance. Mira cried out, her legs clenching inwards at the proposed intrusion, though she didn't pull away. After a few moments of delicious teasing, Celine felt Mira's entrance give and took the opportunity to slide both fingers inside, curling them to press harshly against her.
Mira's grip in Celine's hair tightened, arching backwards off the bed as her hips twitched and jerked, begging for more. Celine was more than happy to oblige. Her tongue continued to move against Mira's clit, fingers stroking languid strokes against that spongy spot inside of her. Celine's name fell from Mira's lips like a mantra, body rolling to the rhythm that Celine had set. She was growing close, hips stuttering and body beginning to tremble under Celine's relentless pace.
Celine stopped, leaving Mira suddenly empty as Celine sat up. Her chin shone with the proof of her hard work, an evil smirk curling its mark there. Mira whined, propping herself up on her elbows.
“What the fuck, Celine. I was so close I-”
Celine darted forward, gripping her jaw with one hand as she shoved her thumb into Mira's mouth, “Shhh, careful, darling. One wrong word and I'll leave you alone all night.”
Mira's gaze grew wide, desperate, panic flitting across those doe-shaped eyes as she imagined the very real possibility of Celine just leaving her there. Tears gathered in Mira's lashes as she shook her head desperately, clinging to the bed as if it was her lifeline.
Celine purred, leaning forward to kiss the tears from Mira's cheek, “Such a good girl for mommy, aren't you?”
Mira nodded with a fervent desperation, mouth still full of Celine's exploring thumb.
“Beautiful.” Celine slowly pressed Mira down onto the mattress, “Because you're going to take every inch of me, and you're not going to hold back, I want to hear every noise that comes from those pretty little lips of yours, hm?”
Mira nodded again, Celine pulled her hand back, dipping it down below to grab her aching cock, teasing Mira's entrance, “Use your words, jaggiya.”
“Yes, ma'am. Yes. Please-”
One sharp thrust, and Celine was in heaven.
It hit her, in that moment, just how long it had been since she was connected to another woman like this. Hips flush together, bodies so close that it was hard to tell where one stopped and the other began, two breaths mixing into one. It hit her so hard, in fact, that she immediately had to pause, close her eyes, and take some deep grounding breaths. She was not going to cum this quickly. No ma’am.
Unluckily for Celine, Mira noticed her predicament. After she’d gotten over the initial shock and pain of Celine’s sudden intrusion, Mira expected Celine to move, to do something. But, instead, she looked up to see Celine concentrating very intensely as she remained as still as a statue, lips pressed together in a tight line.
Mira smirked.
“What’s wrong, umma?” Mira’s voice was dripping with desire, though it carried a levity to it that Celine wasn’t expecting, “Just how long has it been since you’ve gotten laid?”
Celine grit her teeth, fighting every urge within her to strangle Mira then and there, “Aegiya, love, I’m going to need you to shut up, lest this end far quicker than I’d like it to.”
Mira snickered, her sharp retort lost in her throat as Celine took it upon herself to clamp a hand around it, squeezing just enough that Mira could only suck in air. Seeing the effect it had on her, it was Celine’s turn to smirk, feeling her composure return as that rush of power flowed through the older woman.
“Good girl. No more words from you unless they involve you begging for more, understand?”
Mira whimpered as, slowly, Celine began to move, dragging herself out at an agonizing pace. When no verbal response came, Celine stopped dead in her tracks, earning an agonized whine from Mira’s throat.
“I believe I asked you a question, did I not?” Celine’s voice only slightly betrayed how she was holding herself back, the smallest tremor audible only on the edges of her words.
Mira swallowed, feeling Celine’s hand tighten around her as she did so, “Y-yes, Celine.”
Celine leaned down, capturing Mira’s lips in a surprisingly tender kiss, dragging her tongue over Mira’s bottom lip in a move that could only be described as intimate, “Very good. Now, let me hear you, princess.”
Finally, after what felt like hours of torture, Celine began to move. It was slow at first, partially for Mira’s comfort, but mostly out of fear that she may reach her peak too soon once more. Mira began to squirm, clearly dissatisfied with the pace that Celine was setting, but not daring to speak up against her after promising to be good. Celine tipped her head to the side, hair falling off of her shoulder.
“Something to say?”
Mira’s breath hitched as Celine stilled again, clearly using her movement as a weapon against her. Mira grit her teeth, the small resistance that still remained aching to snap back, flip them over, and take what she wanted. The way that Celine looked at her, though. Those dark, half-lidded eyes filled with so much love and trust- only a hint of the teasing admonishment hidden within them- they steered her otherwise.
“Please.”
That was all she needed to say.
Placing a tender kiss to the top of Mira’s forehead, Celine gave her only a moment to breathe before she began to move. Gripping onto Mira’s throat to brace herself, Celine went straight to a breakneck pace, knowing she would have to make this count since there was no way she was lasting too long. Luckily, it seemed that Mira did not mind at all, hands scrabbling desperately for purchase on Celine’s arms, head thrown back as her eyes glazed over. The sounds were obscene. Mira was as wet as Celine had ever seen a woman, the slap of their hips together only punctuated by Mira’s babbling moans, gaze fogged and lips parted in ecstasy.
Just as Celine had predicted, it wasn’t long at all before she felt the telltale burn low in her stomach, hips stuttering as she quickened her pace. Mira tensed beneath her, Celine’s grip tightening on her neck, “Cum for me, aegiya.” Celine whispered, and it was all over.
With a cry, Mira’s back arched off of the bed, body clenching and sucking desperately at Celine’s cock as if it were afraid of letting go. That was all it took for Celine. Her rhythm stuttered, voice coming out as a desperate, strangled moan as she buried her face in Mira’s neck, drinking in the smell of sweat and alcohol. Her hips stilled, vision exploding into nothing but white as heat surged from inside her.
Celine’s arms gave out, landing heavily on top of Mira as she instinctively wrapped around Celine, still twitching and shuddering from the aftershocks. Celine groaned, muscles trembling as she rolled them over so they were side by side, still keeping herself firmly lodged inside of the younger woman. For quite some time, the only sound was that of their laboured breathing as both of them attempted to recover from… whatever that was.
Mira’s breathing slowed, and it took Celine a moment to realize that she’d fallen asleep. She was so small in her arms, curled up slightly against her just as she had when Mira was younger. The thought struck Celine like a bolt of lightning.
Fuck
What the hell had she just done?