Thank you, thank you, thank you once again to the amazing @princington for this absolutely gorgeous commission and for letting me play around in the Bean Salad AU.
Ha-Young finally gets to meet her little sister. I'm working on a story to go with this, but given my glacial writing speed, it may be a while.
Rumi is a person trying to achieve her dream of making a living from music.
While earning a few bucks playing in bars and music venues to pay for college, she abruptly encounters the most unlikely figures imaginable: Mira and Zoey, two world-famous idols who, for some reason, seem drawn to her.
However, what initially seems like a dream worthy of a romance novel becomes a dangerous situation when Rumi is exposed to a dark world bathed in blood, death, and lust.
Sometime ago, I promised that if Kpop Demon Hunters won an Oscar, I'd write a fic, no matter how bad my english actually is (I'm still learning, i'm sorry lol)
Anyway, I struggled quite some time trying to find a theme for the fic, and I ended up deciding to mix two passions of mine: vampires and KPDH.
There are probably a lot of spelling mistakes.
And maybe this first chapter seems kinda rushed, but it was fun to write, especially because the last time I wrote a fic was in 2017/2018.
I ask for your patience and support! and... Yeah. I hope you guys enjoy it.
Notes: I'm doing as much research as I can into Korea, its culture, and history, but please forgive any errors! Reader's race/physical description is not described, but she is British and racially not Korean.
The afternoon became evening without either of you really noticing. At some point the energy between you and Mira had softened into something warm and lazy. You’d ended up sprawled across the sofa eventually; Mira on her back, one arm tucked behind her head, you curled against her side beneath a blanket.
The TV murmured quietly in the background while rain drifted against the windows, turning the whole apartment grey and cosy. A random show played in front of you both, to neither of your attention.
“You’re not even watching this,” you mumbled sleepily.
“Yes, I am.”
“You’ve had your eyes closed for twenty minutes,” you grumbled, your own eyes having been closed for the same amount of time.
“That’s part of my watching process.”
You snorted quietly, arms tightening just a little around her.
Mira cracked one eye open at the sound, smiling faintly when she saw your expression. “You drool when you nap,” she informed you.
“I do not.”
“You absolutely do.”
“You’re a liar.” You nudged her leg with your knee, earning a soft laugh and a kiss to the forehead.
The apartment smelled faintly of your laundry detergent and the lavender candle burning on the kitchen counter. Somewhere during the third episode of something neither of you could remember choosing, you’d fully fallen asleep against her.
When you woke again, it was darker outside.
And Mira was still there.
Not on her phone. Not distracted. Just lazily tracing patterns against your arm while she watched the TV again.
Your heart squeezed a little at the sight. “Hey,” you said quietly, voice rough with sleep.
Mira looked down at you, a smile spreading across her face. “‘Hey’ yourself.”
You blinked up at her for a moment, still foggy. Then your stomach growled loudly enough to completely ruin the moment.
She burst into laughter.
“Oh my God,” you groaned, hiding your face in the blanket.
“That was aggressive.”
“I’m starving!”
“Yeah, I bet. You sleep like you’re getting ready for hibernation.”
You peeked at her. “Are you making fun of me after I’ve graciously hosted you in my apartment?”
“No, I’m gonna reward you with food, actually.”
Before you could argue, Mira reached for her phone. You watched her scroll through delivery apps with intense concentration.
“What are we thinking?” she asked. “Korean? Chinese? Chicken? Something sweet too?”
You stretched against her, almost cat-like in your movements. “You’re asking the wrong person. I’ll agree to literally anything right now. Just not-”
“Not fish, I got it.”
Eventually she ordered enough food for at least four people despite your protests.
“Mira-”
“What?”
“That’s too much,” you argued.
“No such thing.”
“There’s literally just two of us, we don’t need all that!”
“You say that now, but we’ve both worked up an appetite. Plus, you’ll need your strength for later, too.”
Half an hour later, there were containers spread across your coffee table while you sat cross-legged beside each other on the floor, stealing bites from one another’s food.
Mira kept pushing things toward you. “Try this.”
“I already am.”
“No, properly.”
“You’re very bossy, Mira-ah.”
“And you keep listening like a good girl.”
You rolled your eyes but obediently accepted another bite from her chopsticks anyway, which made her look unbearably pleased with herself. By the time you’d both eaten too much, you felt warm all over – sleepy, full, and utterly at peace in a way that almost scared you with how natural it felt.
You stretched on the sofa next to her with a content little sigh. “Thank you for dinner, Mira.”
She smiled back at you. “You don’t have to thank me, princess.”
“Yes, I do! You bought us dinner!”
“I wanted to,” she corrected. “My little princess deserves the best.”
The nickname hit you embarrassingly hard every single time. Heat rushed into your face as Mira watched you with obvious satisfaction.
“You can’t just say things like that casually,” you muttered.
“Why not?”
“Because then I blush.”
“I love it when you blush.”
You groaned quietly and buried your face in her shoulder for a second, earning a warm laugh from her chest. When you pulled away again, she looked so smug and fond that your heart did an awful little flip. Before you could overthink it, you stood and leaned down to press a quick kiss to her cheek.
“Be right back.”
Mira watched with a smile as you headed back into the bedroom, and then pulled out her phone. Pulling up the group chat with Rumi and Zoey, she started typing.
MiMi🩷: Update: our girlfriend is adorable
MiMi🩷: Are you both okay?
A typing bubble appeared almost immediately.
ZoZo💙: MIRA!! 🥰
Ryu-Rumi💜: Hi, Mira. We’re both good.
ZoZo💙: how’s it going??
Mira glanced over her shoulder at the doorway to the bedroom, remembering the way you’d hidden your face against her shoulder, and the sleepy little noises you made during your nap.
Her smile deepened.
MiMi🩷: Fantastic. She blushes every time I call her princess.
Ryu-Rumi💜: What have you been doing?
MiMi🩷: 🍑
ZoZo💙: WHAT?!!?!
Ryu-Rumi💜: Really?? 👀
ZoZo💙: I WANTED TO DO IT FIRST!!! 😭😭 HOW COULD YOU MIMI?!!?!! 😭😭😭
MiMi🩷: You had sex with her first; fair’s fair 😏
ZoZo💙: but i didnt PLAN to have sex with her on our 1st date it just happened 😭
MiMi🩷: Do you regret it?
ZoZo💙: of course not!!!
MiMi🩷: And I don’t regret this 😏
Ryu-Rumi💜: How was it?? 👀
MiMi🩷: Like I said: fantastic. She’s perfect.
ZoZo💙: but mira 😭
MiMi🩷: I’ve got to go, she’s coming back. Zo, use Rumi if you’re so upset 😏
ZoZo💙: 🤔 okay!!!! 😁😁
Ryu-Rumi💜: I didn’t consent to this!
MiMi🩷: 😏
Ryu-Rumi💜: … Alright, I do consent to this
MiMi🩷: Look after each other until I’m back on Monday.
ZoZo💙: have fun!! 😁😁
You came back into the living space, smiling at Mira as you did. She returned your smile as she put her phone back down, her cheeks plumping under the golden rim of her glasses.
“Hey,” she greeted, just like you had earlier.
You sat back down next to her. “‘Hey’ yourself.”
Mira turned towards you on the couch, resting her arm along the back, her head propped up on her hand. “Can I ask you something?”
You nodded. “Sure.”
She hesitated just slightly, choosing her tone with care. “Are you seeing anyone else? I only ask because when I first asked you out, you were pretty clear about keeping things casual.” She paused for a second to take in your facial expression and body language. “Is that something we can talk about?”
You blinked, surprised by the directness, but not offended. If anything, it felt oddly refreshing. “Yeah. Yeah, absolutely. You deserve to know.” You shuffled on the couch until you were sat fully facing her. “Yes,” you said honestly. “I am seeing other people.”
Mira’s expression didn’t change, but her attention sharpened.
You continued, “I’m sleeping with one other woman,” you paused, then added with a small smile when you thought of Rumi, “And I’ve had a date with one other woman.”
Mira nodded calmly, face quite neutral. There was no anger, no jealousy. Not even surprise. “Thank you for being honest with me.”
You laughed nervously. “Should I not have been? Is it… Is it weird now?”
“No, no.” She moved the blanket back over your legs. “Most people would hide that. To not upset the person they’re dating.”
Your cheeks flushed. “Dating?”
“Are you okay with referring to us as ‘dating’? Or would you prefer not to label this?”
You shook your head. “No. No, I’m good with us dating.”
She reached out and took hold of your hand, squeezing gently with a soft smile. “I’m dating two other women, too.”
You nodded back. That didn’t surprise you, given how amazing she was and how accepting she’d been of you asking to be casual back when she first asked you out in the coffee shop.
You smiled. “Thank you for being honest.”
Mira shifted closer, curiosity replacing caution now. “So, this doesn’t bother you? That we’re dating but not exclusive?”
You shook your head without hesitation. “No,” you said easily. “I’ve got some experience with ethical non-monogamy.”
Her eyebrows lifted. “Really?”
“Nothing super dramatic,” you explained. “In uni, before coming here, me and two girls were in a three-way relationship. A ‘throuple’, in English. Granted, I’ve never been in a more ‘open’ relationship like this, but I’m comfortable with non-monogamy.”
Something in the room shifted then – not heavy or bad, but more intimate. More real.
Mira spoke. “I wasn’t asking to catch you out,” she said quietly. “I hope you know that.”
“I didn’t think you were.”
“I just wanted to know what kind of person you are.”
You met her gaze. “And?”
She smiled slowly. “I’m pleasantly not-surprised.”
You leant back into the sofa with a smile. “Good.”
Mira’s eyes flicked briefly to your mouth before returning to your face. “For what it’s worth,” she said, voice softer now, “I’m glad you felt comfortable telling me.”
“I’m glad you felt comfortable asking.”
She moved her hand to your knee. “This second date is already going better than the first.”
You laughed. “The first one was nice.”
“I offended you.”
“You apologised.”
“I’ve been haunted by it.”
“You’re so dramatic.”
Mira smiled back proudly. “So,” she said, voice casual. “Enough about who else you’re kissing. Tell me about you.”
You laughed quietly. “That’s vague.”
“It’s broad,” she corrected. “There’s a difference.” She shifted closer, her knee bumping against yours. “Your family,” she asked first. “What are they like?”
Your face brightened as you thought of your family back home. “They’re wonderful.”
“Brothers, sisters?”
“One of each. I’m an identical twin, and we’ve got a younger brother who’s eleven.”
Mira’s brow lifted. “How identical?”
You smirked. “Identical. The only difference is our body type; she’s a little curvier than me.”
You didn’t feel comfortable meaning that was because Milly hadn’t grown up with an eating disorder.
Mira placed her hand on your thigh. “I like your body.”
You blushed. “Thank you. You’re gorgeous too. But you obviously know that.”
She smiled back. “Do you have a big family? In general?”
You nodded. “I think so? There’s the five of us; my mum and dad both have siblings; we’ve got various cousins. The only grandparent left is my mum’s mum, though. Grandad died a few years ago, and my dad’s parents passed in an accident when we were children.”
“Whoa. I’m sorry.”
“Thank you. It was a long time ago, but it was a really bad situation.” You shuffled. “What about you?”
Mira winced. “No, uh… Me and my family aren’t close. I was always the black sheep, I never fit in with their expectations. I ran away when I was a teenager.”
“Oh my god,” you rested your hand on her thigh. “I’m sorry.”
“Thanks.”
The air in the room still felt tense, so Mira pushed past it.
“And Korea?” she asked. “How do you like it? Honestly. Not a tourist answer.”
You briefly chuckled as you considered your answer. “Overall: I love it; I’m so glad I came here; and I really can’t see myself leaving. Not anytime soon, at least. But there are things I don’t like.”
“Such as?”
“The pressure on women and girls, particularly regarding weight. I have students as young as eight and nine complaining that they’re ‘fat’ and need to lose weight. My last visit to the doctor, he wrote in my notes that I’m ‘obese’,” you gestured down to your body, “And recommended starting GLP-1 injections.”
Mira looked outraged. “What?! You’re not obese!”
“Oh, I know, I’m not worried about my weight,” you agreed. “But my body is bigger than most Korean women, so by this country’s beauty standards-”
“No, screw that,” Mira snapped. She took your hand, pulling you up. “Come on.”
“W-What are we doing?”
She pulled you back into the bedroom. “Proving to you that you are one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever met.”
“Fuck, Mira!” you cried, trying to move away.
But she held you tight. Locking her hands around your thighs, she kept you pinned on your back, her mouth refusing to let up on your pussy.
“Oh, please, Daddy,” you panted. “I-I can’t take anymore!”
“One more here, princess,” she insisted, moving one hand from your thigh to your pussy, sliding two fingers inside you.
You cried out, arching your back as she started driving her long digits inside you whilst sucking your clit. You chanted ‘fuck’ as you gasped through the pleasure, before groaning out your fourth orgasm, your hands gripping the sheets under you as your pussy poured over her fingers.
Mira lapped you up greedily, licking and sucking your pussy until she’d gotten every last drop from your tender flesh. As she knelt up between your thighs, she smirked down at you, “Ready for the strap, baby?”
You whimpered, but nodded.
An hour later, Mira gripped your hips tighter as she thrust the strap into your sopping pussy. You’d been reduced to a constant moan under her, your butt in the air, your hands bound to your thighs by her coloured ropes.
“Aww, my pretty princess,” she cooed, using her thumbs to spread your ass cheeks apart, revealing the plug in your ass, decorated with a pink heart-shaped jewel. “You’re so pretty like this, wearing my colour. Need to keep you in pink more often. Make you my little doll to fuck, how about that?”
“Yeeessss,” you groaned into the pillow, gasping as she ground her hips against you, driving the strap deep into you.
“Keep you all dolled up for me?”
“Yes, Daddy!”
“Keep you ready for me to fuck any time I want?”
“Yes, Daddy!”
“Good girl,” she bent down, kissing your cheek, lightly tugging your hair. “You’re so perfect, aren’t you? My perfect girl?”
You whimpered, only seconds away from coming again. “Yes, Daddy!”
“Coat my strap, princess. Come on. Do it for me now.”
You screamed as your orgasm crashed into you, your legs shaking violently. Mira had to hold you up as your body trembled under her, her arms effortlessly keeping you in place. Your mind buzzed with euphoria, not noticing Mira slip out of you and roll you onto your back.
“We’re not done, princess.”
Monday morning arrived far too quickly.
Your alarm woke you harshly at your usual time. You groaned as you turned it off, blinking the sleep away. Mira made an unhappy sound of her own, curling up tighter against your back.
“What time is it?” she mumbled.
“Half six,” you answered through a yawn. You rolled over onto your back in her arms, looking at her sleepy face. The braid keeping her long hair presentable was slightly messy from sleep, her sleep shirt slipping off one shoulder.
She looked unfairly beautiful for such an early hour in the morning.
“I don’t want to go to work,” you mumbled.
She opened her eyes, blinking at you. “You say that every morning?”
“No.”
She smiled back. “Cute.”
You let out a miserable noise but forced yourself upright, rubbing sleep from your eyes. Your body still felt heavy from the weekend, pleasantly sore in some places. The memories of Mira pulling countless orgasms out of you all weekend flashed through your mind and made heat creep into your cheeks.
She noticed instantly. “There she is,” she teased softly. “Good morning.”
You playfully frowned at her before climbing out of bed and heading to the bathroom. You did your business, brushed your teeth, washed your face, and applied your usual heavy layer of deodorant, coming back out into the bedroom to see Mira looking through your wardrobe.
“What are you doing?”
“Looking for what you should wear today,” she breezed, as if stating an obvious fact.
“Oh,” you blushed. “You don’t have to-”
“I know. I want to. You’re my little doll, remember?”
Your face flushed an almost-unhealthy shade of pink. “O-Okay.”
“Okay…?”
“Daddy.”
She nodded, pleased with herself. A moment later she pulled out a soft cream sweater and dark fitted trousers. “These.”
You took the clothes from her, changing in front of her as she watched. Her gaze lingered openly as you changed, even as she started dressing herself.
You flushed again. “You’re staring.”
“I am.”
Unfortunately, she said it with enough confidence that you couldn’t argue.
After you both dressed, Mira stepped closer again, gently touching your hair. “You usually wear it down?”
“Mostly.”
“Hmm.”
Before you could ask what that meant, she walked to your bedside dresser, picking up your brush and various hair accessories.
Your eyes widened. “Oh no.”
“Oh yes.”
“Mira, I can do my own hair,” you tried to refuse.
“I know.” She guided you toward your bed by your shoulders, making you sit on the end as she knelt behind you on the mattress.
You watched her through the mirror on the wall as her fingers moved surprisingly gently through your hair. She gathered part of it back loosely, leaving soft strands framing your face.
“There,” she murmured. “Pretty.”
Your stomach fluttered embarrassingly hard. “You flirt too much.”
“You blush too much.”
You opened your mouth to argue, but couldn’t. Mira tilted your chin upward suddenly, studying your face in the mirror. Then she smiled slowly.
“Can I do your makeup?”
Your eyes widened. “Really?”
“Yes, princess. Now get me your products.”
You laughed softly but stood up to retrieve the items she would need.
The whole thing felt strangely intimate. Mira made you scoot back on the bed so she could sit in front of you, one hand carefully applying the products across your skin, even doing some flawless eyeliner for you.
Her expression stayed intensely focused the entire time.
“You’re concentrating very hard,” you murmured, trying to keep your face as still as possible as she moved the brush over your skin.
“I’m creating art.”
You smiled helplessly.
Mira finally leaned back, examining her work with visible satisfaction. “There.”
You leaned past her to look in the mirror. The makeup was soft and pretty, just a little more polished that you were able to do. Your hair framed your face perfectly, with most of it pulled back in a fancy low ponytail that you could never have attempted yourself.
“Oh,” you said quietly. “This really nice.”
Mira grinned. “My little doll looks perfect.”
You looked down immediately, overwhelmed by the combination of sleepiness, affection, and her relentless flirting.
“Don’t hide,” she murmured, brushing her thumb lightly against your knee.
“I can’t help it.”
“You’re very cute when you’re embarrassed.”
“That sounds like a threat.”
“It is.” Mira leaned in, lips softly brushing against yours. “Now go teach those kids before I convince you to stay home instead.”
Pairing: Polytrix (Rumi x Mira x Zoey) x English!Reader
Words: 3158
Synopsis: Your date with Mira continues
Warnings: Mommy/Daddy kink, dry-humping, butt plug, oral sex (r! receiving and giving), strap-on (r! receiving), anal sex (r! receiving), vaginal fingering (r! receiving), face sitting (r! on bottom)
Notes: I'm doing as much research as I can into Korea, its culture, and history, but please forgive any errors! Reader's race/physical description is not described, but she is British and racially not Korean.
The warm water cascaded over your shoulders, drumming softly against your skin as you sat on the floor of the shower, your legs still trembling. Your eyes were closed as you breathed heavily, your body shaking.
The door opened quietly a few minutes later, and Mira slipped inside, careful not to startle you. Her hair was a little damp around her face, some hairs sticking up from the exertion of your activities. Her gaze softened the instant she saw you slumped against the tiles.
“Hey,” she murmured, moving closer. “You okay?”
You tilted your head up, blinking at her, still feeling the rush of adrenaline and exhaustion. “How are you still standing?!” you asked incredulously, voice a little strained from moaning and panting for hours.
Mira smirked, leaning casually against the edge of the sink. “Stamina, I guess,” she shrugged, voice low and teasing.
You shook your head, laughing weakly, letting your shoulders slump further against the wall. “You’re impossible,” you whispered, half in awe, half in amusement. “I think I’m dying.”
She got closer and crouched so her face was level with yours, eyes glinting with mischief. “Did I wear you out too much, baby? Do I need to be gentler with you in the future?”
You summoned the energy to glare at her lightly. “Don’t question my ability to get fucked.”
“Look at you,” Mira murmured, eyes softening, a small smile tugging at her lips. “You did so well, princess. Better than I expected. You were perfect.” She tilted her head, brushing a stray damp strand of hair from your forehead.
You laughed, breathless and weak, letting your head rest back against the tiles again. “I feel like I’ve been run over.”
Mira chuckled quietly, the sound warm and comforting in the steam-filled room. “Then let me help you,” she offered, holding out her hand. When you took it, her fingers intertwined with yours, and she gently pulled you to your feet as she stepped into the shower.
For a moment, you just stood there, leaning back against her body, letting the quiet intimacy of the bathroom, the lingering warmth of the water, and the soft glow of the overhead light settle around you both.
Mira helped you wash your hair and body, her long fingers working miracles on your scalp as she massaged the shampoo on your roots. Whilst the conditioner worked on your hair, she squeezed your body wash onto your washcloth, gently running it over your body. A part of you wanted to feel embarrassed by her actions – the intimate nature of what she was doing, given that this was only your second date – but you just couldn’t. There was something about her, the way she carried herself, the way she looked up at you with care in her eyes… It made it impossible to feel anything other than bliss.
When she finished with you, she turned the water off and got you into a towel, wrapping your hair too. To your surprise, she led you back into the bedroom, where another surprise awaited you.
“You changed the sheets?” you asked softly, exhaustion creeping up on you.
She shrugged. “I didn’t want you to have to wait to go to sleep.” She gently helped you dry, then get into some light pyjamas. “How do we do your hair?”
You shook your head. “We can leave it wet for now, I can sort it in the morning.”
Mira frowned at you, as if you had levied a great insult. “I’ll do it for you.”
“No, no, Mira. It’s fine. You go shower-”
Surprising you again, she took hold of your chin, lifting your head a little. Bending down to get closer to your face, she raised a perfectly sculpted brow. “I said I’ll do it, princess.”
You whimpered, completely out of your control.
Mira smirked, her thumb stroking your skin. “Now, are you going to be a good girl and let me do your hair? Or do I need to make you be a good girl?”
You moaned. “Fuck… I-I’ll be a good girl, Daddy.”
She nodded approvingly. “Good. Where’s your brush, and what products do you need?”
You pointed to your bedside dresser. “There. With the oil, and heat protector.”
Mira diligently and carefully went through your hair care routine for you, gently brushing your hair, applying the oil through the length of your hair, and spraying the heat protector on. Sectioning your hair, she gave you a thorough and salon-quality blow-dry, amazing you that she was still able to function so professionally past 4am, after fucking you senseless for hours.
“There you go,” she said proudly, carding her fingers through your dry locks. “What do you do with it to sleep?”
You yawned, the heat from the blow-dry having made you drowsy. “I normally plait it.”
She nodded, looking for a hair tie. “What style?”
“Do you know how to French plait?”
Mira actually scoffed a little. “‘Do I know a French braid?’” she mumbled playfully under her breath. She arranged your hair perfectly – obviously – securing the end with the little tie. “There you go, baby.” She cupped your cheeks in her hands, kissing you softly. “You going to go to sleep whilst I shower?”
You smiled back sleepily. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” She kissed your forehead, and helped you get under the covers, tucking you in. “I’ll be back soon. Get some rest.”
You dozed whilst Mira showered, the sound of the running water making you drift off. You tried to keep your eyes open whilst she got ready for bed in your room, watching through heavy eyelids as she brushed, oiled, and sprayed her own hair with her expensive looking products. You lost the battle to stay awake when she started drying her own hair, the white noise of your hairdryer dragging you into a deep slumber.
You awoke late in the morning to Mira climbing out of bed. The tap ran in the bathroom for a few minutes, followed by the sounds of teeth brushing. The bathroom door opened, and the bed dipped again behind you. A warm, soft body held you close, and you drifted off again.
The smell of coffee finally roused you past noon. You rolled onto your back with a groan, rubbing your eyes.
“Hey, princess.”
You blinked your eyes open, seeing Mira leaning in your doorway, a steaming mug in her hands. She wore a matching tank-top and shorts pyjama set, her eyes adorned with a round pair of gold-rimmed glasses.
With the sunlight streaming in from behind her, she looked like a walking Goddess.
“Hey,” you smiled, knowing your expression was a little goofy. “Have you been up long?”
She sipped her coffee, shaking her head. “Not really. I was going to make you a drink, but I wasn’t sure if you prefer tea or coffee first thing. And you were still asleep; I didn’t want to wake you.”
You grinned back, heaving yourself up. “Can I get a coffee please? Milk, no sugar. I’ll freshen up.”
She smiled back, nodding. “On it.”
After you freshened up, you headed into the living room, sitting next to Mira on the couch, picking up the mug she’d placed on the coffee table. She’d even set out a little jug of milk so you could add your own.
You chatted on the couch for a while, both of you leaning in to the other. Inevitably, you started kissing again, your hands carefully exploring each other’s bodies after being too frantic and drunk the night before. You discovered the little mole just above her right breast; she discovered the faint white lines on your hips.
When she pulled you into her lap, kissing, licking, and sucking across your bare chest, you ran your fingers into her hair, holding her head to your skin.
“Fuck, Mira,” you groaned as she held your ass tightly, urging you to rock your hips against her stomach.
“There you go, princess. Good girl,” she breathed, squeezing your breasts and rolling your nipples.
She watched as you rocked against her, grinding your clothed pussy against her. You threw your head back, eyes closed as you concentrated on your pleasure. She whispered praise to you throughout, laving attention on your breasts as she watched you climb higher.
But eventually you whimpered, your hips stuttering. “I… I can’t cum like this,” you whined unhappily.
“You sure, baby? Don’t rush,” she encouraged.
“No, no,” you buried your face in the crook of her neck, shaking your head. “I need more.”
Mira chuckled lightly. “Okay, sweetie, I’ve got you.”
To your surprise, she wrapped her arms under your hips, and stood up off the low couch, lifting you as if you were completely weightless. How strong was she?!
She carried you back into the bedroom, laying you down under her. “Do you have any more spare sheets, or should we lay down some towels?” she chuckled.
You blushed. “Towels.” You briefly wondered how many spare sets you should get, given how busy your sex life had gotten lately…
Mira got out some spare towels from the bathroom cupboard, laying them down on the bed. “What do you want to do, princess?” she asked, hovering over you as she kissed your neck.
You moaned softly, your eyes drifting shut. “Well… You said last night… Uh…” Your blush grew darker. “Last night you suggested…”
She lifted her head away from your neck, flashing you a one-sided smirk. “Can you say it, baby?”
Your face grew hot. “You… Uh…”
“One more try?” she teased.
You bit your lip, murmuring softly, “You could fuck my ass?”
She hummed, as if in thought. “Hmmm. Are you making a suggestion, or asking me to do something?”
You made a pitiful sound, resting your hands on her hips. “Please fuck my ass, Daddy.”
Mira’s smile turned proud. “Good girl, well done.” She kissed you deeply, then pulled back a little. “Have you done it recently?”
You shook your head. “Only the plug last night. But I have done it before.”
She nodded. “We’ll take it slow then.”
Mira retrieved the strap from the bathroom, followed by lube, an inflating butt plug that Zoey insisted on getting, and a wand from the bottom dresser drawer. She picked up one of your pillows, placing it on the end of the bed, and a towel over it. “Come here, baby.”
You scooted down the bed, your heart racing in your chest. You placed your hips on the pillow, blushing when it propped your hips up.
Mira chuckled. “I love how you blush at everything.”
She knelt on the floor in front of you, easing your legs open. Her eyes kept contact with yours as she eased your legs back. “Hold ‘em open, sweetheart. I’ll need my hands.”
You whimpered, but obeyed, holding the backs of your knees, keeping yourself open and exposed for her.
She started by placing gentle kisses up and down your slit, lapping up the juices that had started to flow. “You taste so sweet, baby,” she murmured into your soft skin, humming softly. Dipping her tongue inside you, she wiggled it gently from side to side, basking in your moans.
Keeping her mouth on you, Mira opened the box for the plug, tearing open the protective plastic wrap inside whilst moving her lips up to suck on your clit. You tried to keep your eyes on hers, but the pleasure became too much and your head dropped back down.
Mira felt the starting size of the plug with her hands, and knew you could take it. She reluctantly let go of your throbbing bud, and flicked open the cap of the lube.
“You ready to get started, princess?”
You moaned and nodded, lifting your head back up, wanting to watch her.
Mira gently trickled some lube onto your back hole, smiling when you twitched from the cold. She ran the plug through the lube, coating it on all sides. When she was satisfied it was slick enough, she rested the blunt tip against your ring.
“Breathe, baby.”
She gently pressed forward, and your hole opened to accept the toy. You moaned softly, eyes fluttering, watching Mira’s hand move forward as she slid the short length of the plug inside you. It wasn’t even two fingers thick, and was still very short.
“Can I have more, please, Daddy?” you asked.
She smiled back. “Oh, you’re so sweet for asking.” She placed a kiss on the back of your thigh. “Let’s make this a little bigger for you.”
She held the air pump connected to the plug, clicked the toggle setting to length, and squeezed. The plug got a little bigger inside you, just enough to earn a moan.
“More, Daddy?”
“Good girl,” she praised, squeezing the pump twice more, delighting in your groans. “Do you want some width now?”
You moaned again. “Yes, please, Daddy. It feels so good.”
Mira toggled the setting to the plug’s width, then squeezed the pump again. Her eyes took in the sight of your hole opening a little as the toy expanded, understanding why Zoey had a fascination with stretching hers and Rumi’s hole as much as the two of them could stand.
“That feel okay?” she asked gently, rubbing your clit with her free hand.
You sighed happily. “It feels so good, Daddy. Can I have some more?”
She chuckled. “Of course, princess.”
Mira leant her head in, swirling her tongue over your clit as she pumped the plug once, twice, three times. You groaned each time, feeling the plug expand within you, stretching your hole, opening you up for her. It was one of the filthiest, more delicious sensations you’d ever experienced.
“More, Daddy,” you breathed, your head falling back onto the bed, eyes closing in ecstasy. Mira obliged, squeezing the pump until you gasped, your hips twitching. “Fuck, it feels good.”
Mira sucked your clit and ran her tongue around your leaking pussy hole until you climaxed, your back hole clenching around the plug as you did. She took in your moans and groans, watching you in your glory as your body shook and trembled before her.
“You’re perfect, princess,” she cooed. “So perfect for me.”
She rose to her feet and started putting the strap on. You caught her eye as she adjusted a buckle, both of you smiling at each other in excitement.
“Are you ready for me, baby?” she asked gently.
You nodded, and she deflated the plug within you, easing it out of your hole. You groaned as she did so, holding the backs of your thighs.
Mira put the plug down on a towel nearby, reaching for the lube and wand. She nudged the wand into your hand. “Use that as much as you want, sweetheart. I want this to be good for you, and for you to cum as many times as you can. Can you manage that?”
You whimpered. “Yes, Daddy. I’ll be your good girl.”
“Fuck,” Mira groaned under her breath, her heart pounding for you. She had to take a calming breath. “I know, baby. I know.”
Mira slicked up the strap on her hips, resting the tip against your hole. “Ready, princess?”
You nodded eagerly. “Please fuck my ass, Daddy.”
She moved her hips forward, slowly introducing the toy into your ass. You groaned at the stretch, your chest heaving as your hole opened up.
“Wand, baby,” Mira encouraged in a soft voice, lightly tapping your hand.
You nodded and obeyed, moving the wand down to your clit, and turning on the toy. The vibrations sparked through your clit, making you gasp.
Mira eased the toy further inside you, smiling proudly when she got all the way in, her hips resting against your butt. “Well done, baby,” she praised. “How do you feel?”
You exhaled with a smile. “Good, Daddy. It feels so good.”
“What feels good, sweetheart?” she challenged, smirking down at you.
“Your cock.”
“And where is my cock?”
“In my ass,” you whined.
“Say it all properly, princess. I know you can.”
You whimpered as the wand pulled you close to the end. “Your cock feels good in my ass, Daddy.”
She smiled down at you. “Well done, princess. Such a clever girl for me.”
Mira straightened up, starting to rock her hips back and forth, moving the toy within you. You moaned as she did, feeling the strap sliding in and out of your hole. The sensations, along with the vibrations from the wand, were making your pussy leak.
She gently held your ankles, pulling your legs up. You watched as she held your legs apart, slowly dripping spit onto the tip of the strap, groaning as you felt her push it inside you.
“Fuck, Daddy,” you whined when she did it again – withdrew the strap completely, then dripped more spit onto the strap, and fucked it into you.
“You like it when I spit inside you, baby?” she smirked.
You moaned loudly, your eyes crossing a little as the wand vibrated through your clit. “Yes, Daddy!”
“You want me to do it again?”
“Yes, please, Daddy!”
Mira pulled the strap out, and suddenly pushed your knees back to your chest, lifting your hips with the momentum. Pinning you in position, you watched between your knees as she sucked her tongue, harshly spitting onto your back hole. Angling her hips again, she slid back inside, filling you up all the way.
Her hips slapped yours with the new position, the blood rushing to your head, making you a little dizzy as she fucked your hole whilst the wand buzzed your throbbing clit.
“Gods… Fuuuck…” you cried, knowing you wouldn’t be able to hold out long. “Daddy, I’ll cum. I’ll cum, Daddy!”
She nodded. “That’s what I want, baby. Don’t hold back. Cum on my strap, princess; show me what a good girl you can be.”
She lowered her fingers to your pussy, sliding two fingers inside you, pressing up against your soft spot. You almost screamed, your holes clamped down around her, and you orgasmed until your toes curled. Your legs shook in her hold, your eyes rolling back in your head as your climax crashed into you like a tsunami, your throat letting out a long moan.
When you came down, Mira eased the toy out of your sticky hole, taking the harness off. She helped you scoot back up the bed, and settled herself over your face. You greedily ate her up, holding her hips down against you, moaning into her soft folds as she rocked against you.
“Fuck, princess,” she moaned, pinching her own nipples. “You eat pussy so good, such a good girl for me.”
After Mira spilled her climax all over you, and you eagerly drank her down and licked her clean, she helped you back into the shower, taking care of you for the second time.
