#rumi smut

[madebycloud]

Nobody Knows

huntrix x female reader — 𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐢　𝐳𝐨𝐞𝐲　𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚

summary．eating them out while the other members are around the penthouse 👅 warnings/themes．smut, 18+ mdni, cunnilingus, balcony sex (r), face sitting (z), couch sex (m), semi-public, 4th member!reader words．2.3k

#　RUMI

Rumi's fingertips dig into the metal railing behind her, her knuckles turning white. The other tangles in your hair, tugging it to keep her from tipping backward. Glowing patterns that trace over her body's contours and along her skin gradually fade and reappear.

One leg hooks over your shoulders, drawing you in closer as you lap at the swollen flesh, teasing the sensitive bud before dipping through the soaking folds. She tastes like you remember—sweet and rich—and you're greedy, eager to drink her all in as Rumi's moans fill your ears, echoing off the city lights.

“Ngh...baby—” Rumi whimpers, rolling her hips against the tip of your tongue. “W-what if someone sees us?”

Humming, you look up at her, mumbling, “Let them,” breath fanning over the soft flesh as your hands move to rest on her ass, squeezing. Her eyes meet yours, half-lidded, cheeks flushed, lips parted in heavy pants. The sight sends a low thrum of heat between your legs.

Rumi's teeth sink into her bottom lip, struggling to stay relatively quiet. “You...you're ridiculous.” But despite the words, she spreads her legs further, your tongue swiping up in a long, slow drag before moving to her bundle, swirling in a circular pattern. “Mmmh, god—” The sharp gasp tumbles from her mouth, her grip on the railing loosens as her back arches against the cold metal.

The way she's moaning would've had your knees buckling if you weren't already on them. Smirking, you bring a hand up to press your palm into the top of her toned stomach, pinning her back against the railing, fingers pressing into the flesh of her ass. You run the flat of your tongue through her wetness, gently sucking and nipping at her swollen bud. 

Rumi's thigh trembles against the sides of your face, leg slipping from your shoulders and almost losing her balance. Just barely, you manage to catch it, keeping her steady.

“Doing okay there, baby?” 

The teasing lilt to your voice is met with a weak glare from one golden eye.

A retort is on the tip of her tongue, but it comes out as a breathy gasp when you greedily dig into her dripping folds, tracing every inch it can reach and slurping up any fluids that leak out of her pussy. 

The fingers of her other hand continue to grip your hair as you lavish her with attention. Rumi tries to push you away, only to push her hips forward to ride your mouth, dabbing at the little bud, striking your tongue in alternating directions, and shaking your head back and forth.

Rumi's moans become higher pitched. And it's getting harder to ignore. Though you can't find it in you to care. It's not like you could stop even if you wanted to. Not when you're eating her out like you're dying. 

Which you're not, thank goodness. 

But the way her thigh is clenched around your head has you gasping for air. You pull your mouth back to suck in a quick breath.

A shaky whimper escapes her as you leave her pussy all on its own, and Rumi doesn't give you a moment to recover. She yanks you back by the hair, gasping an “D-don't stop— baby, please—” as your tongue dives back inside.

That sounds like a promise you're more than willing to keep.

So, you continue as you were, swirling around before dipping in and out. The ache in your jaw is ignored as you bury your face against her, eating her out as best you can. The only thing you're breathing in is the scent of her slick.

“Baby, baby, please, I'm— I'm gonna— ah—!”

Rumi lets go of her grip on the back of your head to cover her mouth in a vain attempt to muffle the sudden cry that escapes as she comes all over your tongue. Lapping it up, you slowly bring her through her orgasm, not wanting a single drop to go to waste until she starts to squirm from the sensitivity.

Her hand falls away from her mouth. Chest heaving with the effort to catch the breath that she lost.

You kiss her inner thighs before standing up, wiping her juices and saliva off of your chin with the back of your hand.

Before you can ask if she's okay, she suddenly grabs your face in her hands, then smashes her mouth against yours. Her tongue slides in, moaning at the taste of herself on you. Wrapping your arms around her, Rumi slowly pushes you back until your back hits the glass door.

There's a sharp, sudden edge of teeth as she bites your lip, tugging on it before letting it go and moving down to your neck. Hands grabbing wherever they can touch, feeling her claws against your skin.

“Rumi...” 

“Bed,” she practically growls. “Bed. Please.”

#　ZOEY

“Mmmh—” Zoey bites her lip as she lowers her pussy down onto your face, nose rubbing against the tuft of raven hair between her legs as she grinds her heat against your mouth. She's dripping so much that you can feel it trailing down the curve of your chin. “F-feel good, but— hnn— not enough. I need more, honey.”

Her thighs flex and quiver as your tongue flattens, licking at her slick, swollen cunt, tasting the sweetness that always seems to spill out. She tastes amazing as you do your best to try and satisfy her with just your mouth—and god, does she show her appreciation. Moaning and gasping and tugging on your hair.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Zoey moans out. “You do it so well— fuck, such a good, good girl.”

She then grabs your hands from her hips, placing them on her breast. One hand covers yours, encouraging you to squeeze and play with the soft flesh and roll at the perked-up nipple.

“Keep your hands busy, baby,” Zoey pants, rocking her hips onto your face, using it and your tongue to get off.

The words you can get out are muffled by her slit, so you use your hands to communicate. Kneading and fondling the flesh in your palm, then pinching at the hardened bud.

The ravenette's head tilts back, breaths coming in ragged gasps while you continue to eat her out, licking at her dripping folds and flicking your tongue over her clit. Each roll of her hips has you moaning into her, the sound going straight to her core as Zoey begins to move faster against your mouth.

Though the low hum of voices and laughter just outside has you worried.

As if reading your mind, her hand finds the back of your head and forces you closer. “Focus on me.”

And despite the risks, the fear of getting caught, you do just that. Focusing wholly on Zoey. Moving your arms, firmly wrapping them around her thighs, and holding her down. Tongue moving faster, circling and sucking the tiny, throbbing bud into your mouth.

The need to bring Zoey to the edge makes you careless, the only thing on your mind being focused on giving the ravenette the satisfaction and pleasure she deserves. 

Ignoring the sounds of the girls' conversation and laughter drifting from the living room, you give it your all. Licking her over and over at a rapid pace, dragging back and forth along her drooling pussy, matching the rhythm of her hips.

Zoey's grip tightens in your hair, pulling at it as she throws her head back, thighs trembling around your head. One of your hands trails down, thumb playing underneath the hood of her clit as she keeps fucking your face.

“Ah, please, fuck, fu— ah— honey, I'm gonna—” Her breath hitches, hips stuttering. “Fuuucckkk—!” Zoey cries out, grinding frantically against your tongue as she comes so hard she sees stars, squirting small bursts of clear fluid over your mouth.

You lick up every drop that's given to you, cleaning up her essence as she braces herself on the headboard, tongue working to draw out her orgasm until her body sags and she's gasping for air. 

Breathing heavily, Zoey slowly lifts off your face, then looks down on your lips, coated in her slick, glistening on your chin in the lamplight.

Her lips curl into a smile, thumb tracing your lower lip, smearing the mess she had made before collapsing down beside you and pulling you with her. Arms and legs tangled together, you lie on top of her, calming your racing heart.

“Wow...” you murmur. “I can't believe we did that with them just outside the door.”

Zoey combs her fingers through your hair, head tilting sideways as she presses a few kisses along the top of your head. “Well, they're still out there, so I guess we'll have to be quiet then?”

You snort. “You're the loudest one between us, babe, not me.”

You pull back just a bit to look at her, then let out a surprised noise when she suddenly rolls the two of you over, pinning you down.

“Hey!” You huff. “We need to be quiet, remember?”

“So shush.”

“But—” you try to protest but are quickly cut short as Zoey starts to crawl down your body, settling between your spread thighs. “...okay...quiet it is…”

#　MIRA

“It's...it's been ah— while.” 

Mira manages to keep her voice down, breath hitching when you circle your tongue over her clit. Moaning softly and gripping the couch cushions with one hand, she reaches down with the other to run her fingers through your hair and push you into her. 

“Mmmh, so good, my love— ah— eager to please me, aren't you?”

As always.

You nod slightly—as much as you can at this angle—nose buried in the rosy hair decorating her pussy. Keeping her legs spread open with your hands, you continue to feast on her flesh, flicking the tip of your tongue in little figure eights on her entrance to the tune of her soft moans and gasps. Gathering the sweet, musky taste before moving to the swollen bud once again.

Her chest rises and falls as her breathing gets heavier, one leg hooked over your shoulders and one foot resting on the couch. 

Biting her lip, the model bucks her hip against your face. “Fuck...” Mira groans, clenching and fluttering with each pass of your tongue. “You...hah...you're always so good at this, baby,” she says affectionately, stroking your head like she would to a cat. “You love me that much?”

Nodding eagerly, you pull away just enough to respond with a raspy, “I love you a lot,” and immediately dive back in. Lapping at her in long strides from her entrance, her taste coats the inside of your tongue, then back up to her sensitive little nub as your grip on her thighs tightens to hold them in place. 

Mira opens her mouth, but whatever she wants to say is cut off when a surprised gasp escapes her as you switch up and start licking her with little kitten licks. She whines at the sudden change of pace, hips canting forward, eyes fluttering shut as the sound of your tongue slurping fills the room, mixing in with her moans. 

And as cute as those sounds look on that pretty face of hers, she's got to keep a bit quiet since Rumi and Zoey are already sleeping. 

The urge to tease her is too hard to resist—you love having her like this: desperate and needy. Mira loves being dominant, and most of the time, you're all too happy to let her, but there's nothing that turns you on as much as Mira begging for you.

Still, since the others are already asleep, you're being nice, and you don't want to wake them up, so you focus on giving her your best effort instead.

One hand shifts from her thighs to slide up her llama pajama dress, and you press the heel of your palm on her quivering stomach to hold it as you close your lips over the flush nub of her clit, sucking on it hungrily. 

“Mmnph—” A moan gets caught in her throat as you keep fucking her pussy with your tongue. The leg on your shoulder tightens, back arching off the couch. “Oh, fuck—” Mira sucks in a sharp breath, hips rocking in time with your movements, her hand tugging your hair harder.

Her legs twitch and tremble. Then, without a warning, Mira presses her thighs together, squeezing your face in between as she comes with a silent scream, eyes rolling back. 

With the thighs you've grown to love so much trapping your head, you don't move until Mira relaxes and goes boneless on the couch before you pull back, lips glistening, strands of her juices dripping down your chin and staining the couch.

Mira props herself up with one arm behind her, trying to bring herself back to Earth. Finally, she looks down on you, and as soon as she notices your messy chin and mouth, her tongue pokes out to lick along her bottom lip, eyes locked on yours as she does so. Her hand moves to your chin, wiping off some of her slick and pressing the fluid against your lips. 

And in a demanding tone, Mira orders, “Suck. Lick it off. Show me how much you love the taste, hm?”

No command to resist.

Eagerly, you stick out your tongue to lick her fingers clean, the salty taste on your tongue, and you can see the excitement in her gaze as her breathing continues to even. A light squeeze to your chin, she pulls away her hand and motions for you to come up to her.

You push yourself up and onto her lap, straddling her, arms automatically wrapping around her neck.

She runs her hands down your back. “Don't worry about the couch. I'll clean it in the morning. Let's go to bed.” Mira kisses your neck then whispers, “You deserve a reward for being such a good girl for me.”

[two-headedm0ther]

I need girl cock Rumi smut badly, but can it be were she’s feral as shit(Demon Rumi) and tries to breed the reader? If you’re not comfortable you can delete.

•Mine

Pairing- g!pRumi x f!reader

Summary- Rumi can’t control herself anymore!

C.W- girl cock (Rumi), fem!reader, breeding kink, dubcon, switching positions, mutual orgasms, edging(could be seen as ruined orgasm), hair pulling, a little bit of mean!rumi, feral!rumi, demon!rumi, missionary&doggy, no condom (wrap ts before you tap ts), teasing with knee, fingering, pinv, bsf!reader,

A/N- yk I stared editing this but it’s 2 in the morning and I’m so tired I hope you guys like it 🫶🏼

You weren’t an idol, weren’t a manager, you didn’t do anything spectacular. You were just there, always just there. Never thought of yourself as anything special, how wrong you were. To Rumi, nothing could ever replace you, nothing could ever come close to you.

So as she lay on her penthouse floor, letting out ragged screams that go unheard, her patterns twist and glow on her skin, her skin that was boiling hot to the touch. Letting out a particularly loud growl, her back arch’s off the floor, her marks glow brighter, and when she looked in the full length mirror beside her, her eyes went completely yellow and claws. Claws she’s never had before, black ash had taken over her fingertips. The braid her hair usually was in long gone, violet strands falling into puddles below her.

She looked a mix between prey and predator. Barely even human. Something primal, something ancient has taken over her. And she couldn’t stop it. All she wanted was you.

She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t know what was going on.

But, what she did know was she needed you.

Her sweet, innocent, fragile best friend. Her best friend whom was the light in the darkness, her buoy in a sea of evil. Her best friend who kept the sickness in her at day, that she loved with all her heart. Her best friend whom she thought of every single night she touched herself, wishing it was your tight cunt milking her cock, instead of her hand.

All those wasted nights, losing her precious cum in a pair of your panties she’d stolen, rather than breeding your swollen womb. She didn’t know why but those cum stained panties would do no longer.

Just as that thought flashed through her head a soft, gentle knock taps at her door. “Rumi. Are you okay?” The soft, sweet voice of her one and only best friend floated into the air and right to her ears. It made her mouth water.

Then, the door opens; “You weren’t answering your phone so I just came to check on you—“ Your words stop in their wake seeing the disheveled appearance of your friend.

Her hair out of its usual upkeep at her feet, squatted on the ground, patterns you’ve never seen before looser her skin and glow; it was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

Something was not right, definitely not right. “Rumi.” You say her name again this time more defined. “Are you okay?” The door creeps open wider, penthouse lights leaking into her dark, cold room. She wanted to hiss at the light you let in, but was completely taken over when she sees you come into frame.

It was like she wasn’t in control of her body, she pounced onto you, pining you to the floor. Her mind went blank, body got impossibly hotter and cock harder.

All the air in your lungs is knocked out as soon as you hit the ground, surely your back would be bruised by morning, you take in lungfuls of air, gasping when the wind hits your shocked lungs.

“R-Rumi—“ you choke on your own words when she presses her knee to your clothed private. “W-what are you doing?” You stutter out trying to find balance in this suddenly chaotic situation you were thrusted into.

She doesn’t speak, doesn’t move a muscle, only her head stuffed right up against your neck. It’s only when silence fills the cold room do you realize she’s sniffing you. No, she’s engulfing your scent. As if she could become part of you if she sniffed any harder.

She moved her knee against your core making you gasp. “Need you.” Was all she could force herself to grunt out. She pressed her body against you as if to merge your to bodies together. And that’s when you feel how hard she is, how hot she is. She must be in so much pain. You think. She moves harder against you, basically dry humping your stomach.

“Are you in pain?” You squeal as she ruts harder against your stomach, her knee scraping against your covered clit making you gasp and squeak like a little squirrel. She nods her head into your neck, blackened hands groping and grabbing at your chest. “O-okay…” you say trying not to fall into your need of want. A sharp, shrill squeal escapes you when her knee turns ragged against you, pulling the pleasure out of you. By force.

“B-but you have to wait—oh fuck– you’re not in the right headspace! Rumi!” You cry out when she stuffs her hand in your pants. tired of the layers of clothes that kept you from her, tired of you trying to talk your way into her backing down, “Tired of waiting.” She growls in your ear and you’re immediately soaking her fingers.

She rubs along your slick folds gathering your wetness, just for her to plunge them way into your tight cavern. “Oh god, right there.” It wasn’t you moaning out, it was her. It was as if she could feel the pleasure you were receiving. Her fingers swirl and scissor there way around and inside of you as if to memorize every ridge, every curve, every gummy part of you sweet, sweet cunt.

Her digits give shallow thrust never really leaving you, so long that it touches your very cervix. She teases you through the ordeal, the way she felt you’ve teased her your entire friendship. “My girl, my pussy, my best friend.”

Rumi’s lips are pressed against your cheek, moving every time her fingers did. You could feel how hard she had gotten just from touching you, just from teasing you. Up until a familiar knot tightened in your lower tummy, it got tighter and tighter with every brush of her fingertips against that soft, little sweet spot.

The pleasure had consumed you, taking over your being, words chocked up in your throat; it felt like you couldn’t breathe. “W-wait Rumi—“ you whine back arching off the floor, somehow making her fingers go even deeper. “I’m–I’m gonna cum–“ Her fingers are withdrawn from you before you can even finish your statement and when you look up Rumi looks. Rumi looks absolutely predatory. Like a predator that has finally captured its prey in its sharp claws.

“Not yet.” Her voice was dark and daring, held with restraint. Restraint that was soon to break. She’s quick rips your pants off in a flash, leaving you in your underwear. Rumi’s face contorts to a snarl seeing your baby pink panties, hiding your pretty pussy away from her.

She rips your underwear in half, making you squeak in surprise; but when her fiery yellow eyes lock on you, you shut up in an instant. Then, her perverted eyes trail lower. Down, down her eyes go drinking in your plush frame; your curves incite her. Grabbing at your waist she yanks your lower onto her lap. You dare not make a sound, shivering in anticipation, she presses your hips onto hers letting you feel what was soon to come.

Only your head and shoulder remain on the ground, the rest of your body being held up by Rumi’s sheer strength. She grinds her hard on into your wet mound, smearing your arousal all over her pants. You’re dripping through the fabric, and it’s the last thing she needs to push her over the edge. She drops your body with a low ‘thud’. You keep the small “ow” in, feeling the bruising on your backside start to well up. While you try to recover from all of Rumi’s motions you don’t even realize she’s stripped herself naked.

When you look up, she’s towering over you. Her usually tucked away cock is now on full display in front of you, and a look for hunger in her eyes that you’ve never seen before. She looked positively feral. Her happy trail as purple as the hair up top of her head, and when your eyes trailed lower you weren’t sure if you were more aroused or afraid.

The answer? Both.

Her heavy shaft hangs low, the same patterns that litter her skin swirl around the base, flaring up to the thick veiny mushroom tip, red and angry. already leaking and pulsing with inexplicable need; bobbing up and down with every ragged breath she takes.

“Oh my god.” You try to breath, but it seems your lungs have stopped working, or maybe it’s Rumi’s hand wrapped around your neck; digging into your pulse point. “No….” She grabs ahold of her cock, stroking it ever so gently, a low rumble starts in her chest as she crawls closer; “Don’t call out for him.” The patterns around her private glow brighter than any other spot on her body and illuminate your inner thighs the closer she gets to your weeping center. “Call out for me.”

When she lets go of your throat you suck in greedy amounts of air, trying to catch yourself, but before you can all the air is sucked out of you again. Rumi’s cock is streching you to the heavens. Both of you let out a repressed groan, and when she bottoms out inside of you, she gets close to your ear, hot breath ghosting over the edge; “Call out for me, your Rumi.” She growls feeling the way your walls clench around her sucking her in even deeper.

“Greedy little thing, aren’t ya?” She doesn’t wait for you to answer, she doesn’t expect you to. She’s pinned you down by your arms, cock stuffed inside your tight slit. And when she starts moving, you’re sure you’ve died and when to the afterlife. Because every curve, every pattern, every inch of her brings you closer and closer to very peak of existence.

Rumi ruts into you like a wild animal, her thrust precise and just hard enough to make your tits bounce with every move she makes. “You like that? Like my cock streching you out? Gonna fill this pretty pussy up and finally make you mine.” She throws her head back, hair swinging with it, her abs flex with every grind she gives you. It’s like she was made for you, your walls flex and mold around her; obscene noises come from between your thighs.

“C’mon, give it to me.” She grunts between groans as her hips come down in thundering punishment against yours. Your back arches off the ground when the tip of her cock hits your g-spot. But she just holds you down while you thrash under her, your own hips trying to keep up with the brutal pace Rumi has set on your cunny. You tighten around her so tight she thought her dick might pop off, she knows you’re gonna cum and in a flash she’s flipped you over on your stomach.

She was still inside you pulsing, you could feel her heartbeat; it was beating rapidly. Then her hips start that all too punishing pace once more. With the change in positions her cock rushed downward changing the angle she fucked you to. “Rumi! Rumiiiii.” You cry out trying to lift your head up to no avail, it’s only when she grips your scalp, forcing you to look in the mirror in front of you; do you see how absolutely insane she looks.

“Look at you calling out for me like a little slut, that’s right. Call out for Rumi’s cock.” She sounds completely different than usual, she sounded dangerous, she sounded compelling, she sounded…hot.

“I’m gonna breed this tight pussy, gonna get you all swollen and plump for me so no one can take you away.” She’s draped over your back, her sheer weight crushing down on you, grunting into your ear.

With the pure force that she nails into you has turned your brain to mush, you didn’t care what she said, what she saying; all you know is you need her cum. Your hips trying to twist back but she’s holding you down with her free hand, clawing digging into the tender flesh; hard enough to draw blood.

“Please, please Rumi.” You plead legs falling, making you spread even wider beneath her, taking her even deeper than before. If that’s even possible.

She gives one last plow to your squelching hole and your squirting all over her. The floor beneath the two of you soaked in your release. When she comes, her patterns glow at an irregular rate, her eyes rolled white, and she shakes as if possessed.

She fills your tightening cunt up with thick white ropes of her own. She stays inside of you for a while, you don’t know how long, but you know it’s a while. Not a single droplet of her cum escapes you. Finally, she relents and slides herself out of you, both of you hiss at the disconnection. You try to get up but she’s fucked you limp. Rumi’s pulls you back to the ground before you know it, naked bodies interconnected, grumbling as she is quickly falling into slumber; “Mine.”

[celestiaras]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ oh my god (she showed me all the stars ]❜

━━━ .°˖✧ requested by ✨ anon ˚₊ ⊹

ft. rumi x f! reader — kpop demon hunters

╰₊✧ rumi has her first time with her girlfriend┊1.7k words

contains: smut!! 18+) dom reader & sub rumi┊established relationship, rumi’s first time with another girl, scissoring, mentions of a past boyfriend 

➤ author's note: don’t be fooled by how hot she looks in the gif, she’s a total bottom here

rumi isn’t the most experienced when it comes to relationships and sex due to her busy lifestyle, but she isn’t a virgin, if you must know. she’s had a boyfriend before, two if you count the one in middle school (she doesn’t because she doesn’t remember his name), back in college when she was tense and stressed all the time while trying to juggle getting her degree, training to be an idol, and training to be a demon hunter. he was a nice guy: smart, funny, handsome, but she always knew that he wasn’t the one for her, more like a device to pass the time by making it more enjoyable with company and to stop the questions on why she was still single when she was as pretty as she was. to be completely honest, she doesn’t exactly remember much about her first time, even though it’s supposed to be a special event. it’s more of a blur because they had come back from a party and had quite a few drinks in their systems, but she certainly remembers the lack of sexual chemistry and feeling quite disappointed afterwards, even though they both had their orgasms. they did a few more times after that, but there was a lack of spark, like they were only going through the motions because couples were supposed to.

then they broke up after her rise as an idol, no longer having much time for him and no longer being able to live normally without being swarmed by paparazzi. she was more confused than anything about her lack of heartbreak over the entire thing, and for quite a while after that, she thought there was something wrong with her other than her half-demon blood. he really was a good guy all around, many said she was so lucky to be with a guy like him, but she didn’t understand it when she felt so neutral about him in every sense. 

soon, she realized that the issue wasn’t her lack of passion, but rather, she was simply with the wrong person (and was probably only with him due to pressure from outside forces to be with a man even if she didn’t care for him, which was the final verdict reached with the help of her elder gay friends during a sleepover), because once she caught feelings for you, she quickly found herself absolutely infatuated as if all of the feelings she was supposed to have for her previous boyfriend said “double it and give it to the next person.”

when you asked her out to be yours, she nearly passed out on the pavement right there because of the overwhelming amount of dopamine going to her brain, making her first instinct to scream about it to her friends before remembering that she actually had to agree. every day was christmas day with you after that, even if they were as mundane as just relaxing on the couch together or helping her practice choreography. she just adores you so much, and it makes her feel like a girl in a fairytale who got her forever happily ever after.

so when you have her in bed like this, underneath you and pressed into the mattress, fully sober and making out sensually on your bed with your hands instinctively starting to wander all over her body after pinning her wrists to the side of her head, she feels nervous. she’s never done with another girl before and doesn’t know much about it as a result, and she feared she would disappoint you in the same way she was disappointed by her ex. 

you could tell that she was worried by the way she was suddenly hesitating to continue, so you let go of her for a moment and looked her in the eyes, full of understanding in a way that only wanted what was best for her, “we don’t have to do anything tonight, you know. we could just cuddle and watch a movie if you want—”

“no! it’s not that i don’t want it, it’s just… i’ve never done it with another girl before, and i’m just… not that experienced in general…”

“i don’t mind that, i just want you to be comfortable, that’s all.”

“i am! and i really want to do it with you, i’m just a little… nervous, that’s all…” how is it that she was easily able to perform in front of millions as an idol, but was suddenly getting shy about intimacy between girlfriends?

her ears were burning from embarrassment, finding it hard to believe that she could easily perform in front of millions as an idol but was suddenly getting shy about intimacy between girlfriends.

“don’t worry about it, it’s completely normal,” you assured. “whatever you want to try, i’ll teach you.”

“well, i… could you… could we try… scissoring?” her ears were burning from embarrassment, evident by how red they were, and her voice had lowered to a kind of high-pitched whisper. 

“you wanna try scissoring?”

“i just… you know, i wanna know if it’s real or just a porn thing… zoey said it didn’t really do anything for her but mira said it did… so i was wondering if it would work for me?”

god, she’s so cute when she’s all shy and submissive like this. you wanted to tease her so badly, but you refrained, knowing that this was a vulnerable moment for her. besides, you’ll have all the time in the world to do it when she’s more confident, moving to kiss her again to unravel her anxiousness, “just lay there and be pretty for me, okay princess?”

rumi’s already a hot mess and melting like putty in your hands, both at the term of endearment and the mere thought of your lower lips ‘kissing’ like the upper ones were right now. you could tell how aroused she was by it when you pulled off her underwear, cute and pink and so soaked that there was an evident wet patch in the fabric, and you couldn’t help but place a little kiss on her pretty flower-like pussy to watch her blush all over. the intricate patterns painted were starting to flicker in a similar vibrant purple as her hair, making you wonder how they would light up like fireworks when she orgasms. 

her mind is running in laps as you strip yourself of your own clothing to match her nude state and position yourself to interlock legs in the most comfortable position. it’s her first time properly seeing you naked, the only other time being when she accidentally walked in on you changing before bolting out of there in mortification, but she’s laying there questioning how on god’s green earth a loser like her who was barely able to string together a sentence when you first met managed to pull and be in bed with a goddess like you. 

the gawking didn’t last for much longer as you pulled her close to you, and she finally felt your two heats meet, so close and intimate in ways she’d never believed possible. it seemed so natural to her to be like this, with your hips slowly moving in a constant motion to press your cunts together, allowing her to feel every inch of you against her in the best way possible. the pressure was making pleasure build as the stimulation made her let out a moan, unable to help herself from also moving to copy your actions and make it faster and better. 

the entire thing is so exhilarating with her heart beating out of her chest as your clits kiss and grind against each other, providing the most exhilarating feeling she could have ever dreamed of. it’s all so intimate, as if this was a ritual that was helping connect your souls in a deeper manner, and she’s felt closer to you now more than ever, both physically and emotionally.

 she peeked one eye open to watch your through her long lashes, observing how yours were screwed shut with the most beautiful expression she’s ever seen while you focus on the movement, the light of the nearby lamp catching in the light sheen of sweat coating your soft skin and making you look more radiant than normal. 

an unfamiliar knot was beginning to form in her abdomen. her mind was all hazy, and she briefly wondered if you had noticed that there were tears in the corners of her eyes and a little bit of drool starting to trickle down her mouth at the heavenly ecstasy. she’s close, she could feel it, but in a way, she didn’t want it to happen yet. you would probably start with aftercare after she bursts like a bubble, being all sweet and tender as you help clean her up, but in a way, she didn’t want this to end yet even if it meant she’ll pass out from exhaustion.

she wants to go all night if it were possible, and if you were willing to. she has plenty of stamina from always singing and dancing for the better part of the day for most of her recent years, and she’s sure she could keep up with whatever you threw her way, even if you wanted to strap her down or finger her senseless or anything else you wanted to do.

all of these wild things running through her head of you using her until she was completely spent was enough to send her over the edge after a mere six minutes of stimulation with her eyes rolling to the back of her skull and her toes curling. “god, that was… that was so perfect,” she whispered once she came down from her high, noticing that her patterns had taken on a gentle glow and that there was a slight numbing feeling in her quivering thighs. it was one of the most amazing feelings she’s ever experienced, second only to the day she found out she would be debuting with her dearest friends but before the day she graduated high school. 

“here, i’ll help you get cleaned up and run a bath—”

“wait!” she called out, grabbing onto your wrist. you still haven’t came yet, and even if you were putting all of your focus on her, she could see that you were still in clear need of your own release. “could you also teach me how to… how to eat… pussy?”

request:

Hi hi! ✨ anon here again! Hope you’re having a good day/night! The last prompt was so good! I loved Rumi’s part! I was wondering if I could request a nsfw fic with Rumi and a female reader? With Rumi being new to wlw intimacy (new to it in general, but not knowing as much about sapphic spicy stuff) And her girlfriend guiding her through it? (Stuff like scissoring and eating out for example) Thanks! And please take your time! No worries!

[mona-risms]

Huntrix girls x big tittied reader like they cannot control themselvew they swear it looked at them first and reader kind of just doesn't say anything about it but teases them by wearing low cut shirts n push up bras n stuff

They're REALLY really trying not to stare, they swear!! But it's always Looking at them and like it'd be So Impolite not to stare right???

Especially when you're out here making it worse by wearing things that ABSOLUTELY provoke their attention. See realistically it's Your fault for wearing clothes that accentuate your tits bc honestly!! You know how much they adore every inch of you, INCLUDING your boobs

Zoey would be the most shameless about it 😭. She'd want to know your actual bra size which honestly helps bc she'll be getting you bras that not only fit you properly bc she wants you to be as comfy as possible, but also accentuate your tits and your cleavage.....stylistically Obviously! She's wanna get close to them you and honestly just lay over them like a pillow to sleep on

Mira would tease you a bit, asking if you need those help up; those being your tits obviously. Bc she's like really tall she might also stare down a lot at your cleavage asw before trying to tear it away. Like oh no she's just looking at your eyes (yeah right) what are you talking about???? She also gives you fashion recs like Zoey except not just bras but like clothes in general—she's quite fond of recommending you push-up corsets....I wonder why...........

Rumi. Lmfao. Oh my god. This woman will CLING. Especially when her half-demon thing gets revealed OHHHH she is using everything she can. I've hced Rumi as a biter before, and this is ESPECIALLY the case ahahahahaha the way she'd wanna just. See how soft your tits are when she bites down and marks them up. She might even switch up her hands w her claws (making sure the actual pointy bits are sheathed obvs) just to get a larger, firmer grip on your boobs

Either way NONE of them are ever gonna go "nooooo I'm NOT interested in it" 😨😨😨😨. I mean they'll try their hardest not to stare in public duh but like that's very hard task!!! AND YOU'RE MAKING IT HARDER FOR THEM STOP MAKING IT HARDER THEY HAVE AN IMAGE TO UPHOLD (they're actually not complaining but they can't even launch themselves at you in public which is honestly really sad)

[sweetsugarcakes]

Hi!! Could I request maybe g!p polytrix passing fem!reader around like a blunt n' using her all at once? Thank you for considering my request 🙏.

gotchu 🤞

G!p Polytrix x fem! reader

[contains smut]

"Mmm i wonder if our babygirl can take us all at once?~" Zoey purred towards Mira. Mira smirked and chuckled. "I'm sure she can.. she already handled me earlier, she's our good girl isn't she?" Those two were watching you literally getting railed by your purple haired girlfriend Rumi. The two could feel their cocks twitch in anticipation waiting for their turn with you. While they watched, Rumi groaning having you in doggystyle with one hand pulling your hair and the other holding your hips while she fucks you. She slowed her pace a little. "Answer Mira or I'll stop." Rumi bent down to your ear and nipped it with her sharp teeth. You whined as you turned to face Mira and Zoey. "Y-Yes I'm your guys' good girl. I-I can take you guys at once." You said. Rumi hummed with satisfaction as then moved her hips faster almost slamming into you. The two girls still watching their leader fuck their girl. "Fuck i need to touch myself I can't believe I was last...I'm so hard right noww~" Zoey bit her lip shifting in her seat clearly looking needy. Mira chuckled at Zoey's whininess as the two heard your yelp, muffled by the slight damp pillows from your drool as you came. Not only you, but Rumi did too. She groaned loudly unraveling inside your soaked pussy. Rumi pulled out of you, panting hard coming down from her high. "Alright Zoey your turn with her." Zoey lifted herself of the chair.

"Finally it's my turn~" She giggled as slightly pushed Rumi aside with a kiss on her cheek. Zoey got close to your ear, feeling her hot breath on your flushed ear. "Still alive?" She asked in both teasingly and tenderly. Her hand went to you cheek to see your face. You gave her the green light, nodding your head, that put a big smirk on Zoey's face. “Good, and you know how I am, I like taking my time...sorry guys, you have to wait a bit." Zoey pouted towards Mira and Rumi, who's now on the watching chair. Mira just sat there still having on the grin. “It’s okay Zo, take your time with our good girl...it just makes it worth the while for her later when she handles all three of us right, my pretty girl?" Mira asked you, and god, the feeling went straight to your pussy already, anticipating what’s about to come. Zoey noticed your arousal and grinned. "You naughty girl, you love that, don't you, but that's later, right now your attentions on me~" Zoey took off her skirt, showing her huge erection. Zoey whimpered but looked down at you and gripped your hair. It wasn't too painful but enough to show you her dominance. "Come on, you know what I need." And you did know as you ran your tongue on the leaking tip of her cock. Her breath hitched before you took her huge cock inside your mouth, deepthroating her dick. She absolutely LOVED when you did this since she has the biggest out of Rumi and Mira. She made herself get used to her cock with your pussy and mouth. After some time of giving her head, she shot her load down your throat. She gripped your hair tighter, lightly commanding you, "Swallow it." You did so.

You pulled back from her cock still panting catching your breath. Zoey chuckled. "Fuck that felt good but i think I need my dick filled inside you don't you think baby?" she cooed and signaled for Mira and Rumi to come over on the bed. Mira came up behind you massaging your tits in a rough motion with her soft hands. "You good to have us all at once pretty girl?” You whimpered at the harsh but pleasurable feeling of Mira's hands. Then Rumi came on the side of you, kissing your neck to ease you from all the intensity. "We don't have to if you’re tired, [name]." Rumi said softly. You finally spoke. "I'm fine...I want no need you all at once." That made all three of their hearts pound and made them more aroused but smiled at you. Zoey laid down on the bed and patted her lap. "Come on, babygirl~" She bit her lip. You crawled over to her, straddling her hips and slowly sinking down her huge cock. You and she both groaned, feeling each other. Her feeling the warmth of your pussy and you feeling so filled by her dick inside you. Mira still behind you, fondling your breasts and slightly pinching your nipples. “Good girl, take her cock like the good girl you are.” Mira whispered in your ear, then going down, kissing your neck, to your shoulders, and back on your right side. Rumi took your other side, doing the same as Mira. You whimpered at the feeling of two of your girlfriends taking care of you. Zoey saw your attention leaving, forgetting that you were warming her cock. She thrusted upward, making her feel her cock hit your g-spot. You moaned and saw the raven-haired woman smirk at you. Zoey started to move her hips, and she wasn’t gentle but not rough either, enough for you to start whining and moaning.

Your noises started to become loud, and that was the perfect opportunity. “Uh oh, someone’s already getting loud. I think we need to silence her~” Mira grinned as she took out her cock once again and gently made it poke your cheek close to your lips. “Suck it, pretty girl, while she fucks you.” Mira looked at Zoey, who was fucking you somewhat hard and falling apart close to her orgasm. You started to suck Mira’s cock without any hesitation, giving her length a lick before taking it fully in your mouth. You started to bob your head and swirl your tongue on her delicious cock. Mira gripped your hair and chuckled. “Fuck yeah, just like that.” She cussed under her breath while looking at you riding hard on Zoey as she held your thighs ever so tightly. Rumi felt left out, lowkey, as she took your left hand and placed it on her cock, begging for you to do something to her too. You obliged and started to pump her cock in a quick motion. Rumi’s body shook, feeling your hand on her cock. Rumi’s hips began to rock against the movements of your hand. Now the room was filled with the three women’s moans and gasps, but they were covered by the sounds of skin slapping and wet noises. You on the other hand were focused on pleasing your three girlfriends. Tears prickled your eyes form being overwhelmed but did not care. You still kept it up without stopping. Your pussy clenched on Zoey, deep throating Mira and pumping Rumi was all you were doing. Soon later the three rode the wave of pleasure and shot their loads inside you, your mouth and your hand. You spasmed on zoey’s cock, your body shaking uncontrollably making you swallow Mira’s cum as well. You panted as you pulled back from Mira, let go of Rumi and roll off Zoey laying back on the bed exhausted. Your three girlfriends followed you soon after snuggling up to you, “Woah [Name], you really took all of us at once!” Zoey giggled and poked your cheek. “I told you she could…you did great [Name].” Mira rubbed your arm giving you a kiss on your forehead. “I’m impressed…we’re so proud of you~” Rumi smiled playing with your hair to calm you. The combination of their touches and their warm bodies pressed up against you, you smiled and snuggled up to them. That resulted all four of you going to sleep.

jeez i finally got done with this request. i hope you enjoyed it, this was my first g!p request!! and also i had to write this twice since my first draft DID NOT SAVE but i finished😩🫶

[lvsting-in-silence]

this is a weird ass request but this has been a constant thought for a while.

Polytrix x Reader, where Rumi has a cuck kink. It's all consensual, but imagine Rumi either restrained to a chair or watching a video of Mira and Zoey fucking R.

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Polytrix x female reader

W.C. || 4,280 - Not proofread

Content includes || g!p Mira, g!p Rumi, cuck! Rumi, g!p Zoey, unprotected sex, orgasm, filmed sex, teasing, vaginal sex (reader receiving), oral sex (Mira receiving, Rumi receiving, Zoey receiving (all separate)), bondage, Mira and Zoey call reader “good girl” and “pretty girl”

Synopsis || You’re all more than willing to satisfy Rumi’s desires.

Note || I did both (being tied up and watching a video). Thanks for the request. ;)

You'd been the first one she'd confided in about it all.

Rumi had a certain kink, one that she'd been desperate to experiment with for ages, and one that she now had the perfect opportunity to admit to. Mira and Zoey had been out at separate interviews, leaving you and Rumi all alone in the penthouse.

With your favorite tea cradled between your hands in your favorite mug, you had bundled yourself up on the sofa, absentmindedly letting your eyes wander across whatever was playing on your laptop, which was settled on the coffee table just in front of you. Your attention had been drifting. Rumi had been locked away in her room all morning, which wasn't normal anymore now that she had opened up about her patterns.

You, Mira, and Zoey were all worried for her, but after you promised them you would keep an eye on Rumi and see if you can get her to talk about what's bothering her, they seemed to calm down a bit. Still, they would send you a text every half hour to see if there had been any change.

Normally, you would head into her room and sit with her until she was ready to talk. Whatever was bothering her, though, seemed to be pretty serious, considering her bedroom door was locked and her lights were off. The few times you went back to her room to see if she was ready to come out, you could only catch her faint shadow pacing back and forth past the small slit at the bottom of the door.

She was mumbling something to herself, but even with your ear pressed against the door, you couldn't make anything out. It got to the point where she shuffled Derpy and Sussie out into the hallway before promptly shutting and locking the door again. She really wanted to be alone, it seemed.

Which is why you were surprised when you felt the cushion sink beside you while you were mid-sip. Blinking, you lowered your cup and swallowed before turning to face Rumi, whose face was beet red and a bit clammy. You watched as her hands repeatedly turned and fiddled with each other in her lap. She didn't know what to do with them.

"Are you okay?" Your words were gentle, nearly too quiet, as you let one hand fall to rest on her bicep. She practically bristled at the touch. That, combined with the small grunt she let out unwillingly, had you second-guess your actions, and you pulled your hand away, forcing a small frown from her. The nod she gave was too quick, too rough, and yet neither of you brought attention to it.

"Yeah, I just, uh," a short, staggered breath seeped into her lungs. She couldn't meet your eye, even after she finally found her words. "Could I talk to you about something? Something kind of… intimate?" There was a small effort made to hide your smile. You and Rumi, as well as Mira and Zoey, had all been intimate plenty of times before. You all slept in the same bed, and at least one of you was almost constantly latched to another.

There was hardly any means of privacy anymore. Why was she suddenly so worried about talking about it?

You gave her a nod. "Yeah, of course."

She cleared her throat, the sound filling the room with an unspoken and unexplained tension. It took several moments just for her to calm herself down enough to speak without her voice wavering. "You know how you and the girls said it's okay to want to try new things?" She waited a second before adding a quieter, "in bed?" Another nod was your response. "Well, there's something I've been wanting to try for a long time. Like, a really long time."

There was far more curiosity now. Mira and Zoey, and even you on a few occasions, had been pretty vocal about the things they wanted to try — the things they liked in bed. Rumi hardly ever spoke up about her own interests in that regard, simply wanting to please the three of you before she even thought about herself. For her to confide in you so suddenly about something new she wanted to try? It made you feel giddy. You didn't even know what to say.

The silence prompted her to continue.

"Do you know what a cuck kink is?" Her voice was incredibly small as she asked, and her eyes were glued to the random patterns stitched into the couch, face somehow even more red than before as she waited for you to answer.

A cuck kink? You'd never really expected her to be into that kind of thing. Sure, she loved seeing the three of you feel good, and she loved watching you all take care of each other, but you never really thought it was as strong of an interest as a kink.

Then you thought about how intently she seemed to watch anytime any of the three of you got touchy. Whenever Mira or Zoey would be thrusting themselves into you, even if she was taking care of the other, her eyes were locked onto the sight, eyes wide and teeth sunken into her bottom lip.

If you were being taken care of especially, her attention hardly ever turned away. You couldn't exactly look over at her when you would take Mira and Zoey at the same time, more specifically when one of them was down your throat, but you wondered then if she adored that sight even more. During those moments, she rarely wanted to be touched. She just wanted to watch.

You understood then.

"Yeah," you blurted after reflection. "Yeah, I know what that is. Is that what you want to try?" She kept her head lowered as she once again nodded. "Yes. Very much." With a small lean forward, you paused what was still playing on the laptop and set the mug down on the table, then turned and carefully took hold of one of her hands. "Anything specific?"

There was a bit of a long discussion. You urged her to go into detail, not wanting to accidentally make her uncomfortable with something that took her so long to find the courage to ask about. She told you of the exact fantasies that she'd had, expressing how she loved the idea of simply being made to watch, and you spent time coming up with what all she wanted to try first.

When Mira and Zoey came back, Rumi was quick to lock herself away again, too sheepish to talk about it a second time, at least for the time being. As the other two shuffled in from the elevator, determined to relax for the rest of the day, you sent Rumi a text to assure her that you could talk to them about it for her since she was still embarrassed.

'I'd really appreciate that, thank you,' she messaged back, and you joined the two over on the other end of the couch. Once they talked about their day, and once it was decided what everyone wanted for dinner, you approached the subject of sex, ultimately leading into telling them about what Rumi wanted to try. They were more than eager to go with it. They loved her, after all, just as you did, and you all wanted to make her feel as loved and seen as she did for each of you.

Within a few hours, everything was set up. Zoey made up an excuse to get Rumi to head out for a bit, asking her to grab a few things for dinner, then stop by a separate shop to see if the necklace she'd been keeping an eye on was there. Still wanting to hide how flustered she'd been, Rumi agreed, and she left swiftly. That's when Mira set the camera up.

In the couple of hours where the three of you were left in the penthouse, you filmed a "movie," getting the best possible angle for the camera to catch every pleasure-fueled expression that crossed each of your faces. Towards the end, you all made comments loud enough for the built-in microphone to pick up on, each word directed towards Rumi without her even being there.

The rest of the night went on as usual after that. Dinner was prepared, eaten, a movie was watched — with Rumi repeatedly glancing over at you the entire time — showers and nightly routines were carried out, then everyone went to bed. It was the first time in a while that everyone had slept in their own bedrooms, and Rumi, truthfully, was a little disheartened. Did you tell them like you said you would?

If you did, were they not receptive to the idea? Did they mock her or give weird looks behind her back? Were they too uncomfortable to share a bed with her now?

They seemed fine during dinner and the movie. Did they just get too appalled when they realized they would be sharing a bed?

So many questions continued to flood her mind as she stumbled into her room. She didn't spot the tape resting on her pillow until she had pulled the sheets back. After finding the camera on top of her nightstand, she popped the tape in and curled under the covers, curious as to what was on it.

She'd never been so worked up before.

She watched — after frantically lowering the volume when she realized what was happening — as Zoey rested on the bed, leaned up comfortably against her pillows, with you crawling in between her legs shortly after, both of you entirely bare. With a smile on your face, you let your fingers wrap around her shaft and give it gentle strokes. Zoey groaned and instantly began to move her hips to match your rhythm.

You kept a steady pace with your hand for around two minutes before your head was led down, your soft lips wrapping around the head of her cock and bobbing a few times before sinking down to fully take her. Her slender fingers were quick to grasp at sections of your hair and give you a few pushes to set the pace that she wanted.

With every upward thrust she gave, Zoey's back arched closer to you, a noticeable struggle rippling through her face as she struggled to keep her eyes open. Breathy moans and the nearly inaudible sound of you sucking her off spilled through the camera's speakers, and it was only a moment later when Rumi found her palm pressing over the crotch of her pants. She began to rock her hips to match Zoey's pace, essentially dry-humping her own hand. She could feel how rigid her cock already was, and the tape wasn't even halfway over, which she was honestly grateful for.

She whimpered and briefly let go of the camera to tug the collar of her shirt into her mouth. The scene continued out before her on the screen, neither of you stopping, even as Mira came into frame, equally nude, and climbed to rest behind you on the mattress. Her hands hovered by the sides of your face for a second before she pulled your hair from your face, her cock resting comfortably against your soaked entrance, simply watching as you kept up with your movements. "You're doing so well, baby," she praised. You hummed in response, the gentle vibrations forcing Zoey's thighs to tense. "Fuck," she whispered, thrusting into your mouth a bit faster. "Fuck, just keep going, baby, please."

A louder groan poured from her lips, and she squeezed her eyes shut. "Feels so good." Mira angled herself to rest between your knees, no longer able to wait, and began to grind against you, gathering your hair in one hand while the other lowered to hold your hip. She huffed. "God, I can't wait to be inside of you," she mumbled, hips rolling forwards to sync halfway up with Zoey's.

There wasn't an opportunity for you to reply, even with your body, as the hips rutting into your face began to slow and lose their rhythm, fingers tightening against your hair and slamming you down as Zoey gave a final thrust. You managed to pull back in time for her cum to spill onto your tongue, then over part of your face as a second wave hit. A heavy sigh left her as a response.

Her fingers slipped away from your head, instead sliding down to cradle your face and have you look up at her properly, a familiar glint shimmering in her eyes at the sight of her seed trickling down your face. "Thank you, pretty girl," she whispered with a gentle kiss to your forehead. Panting, you nodded. "Swallow," Mira leaned down to husk into your ear, lifting a hand up to your jaw, softly closing your mouth until you obeyed and gulped down the cum still pooled on your tongue.

"Good girl," she mused when you opened your mouth to show that you had listened. "Now turn around for me, okay?" Without another word, you turned, letting her move you until you rested on your knees. Behind you now, Zoey matched your pose, and after lining herself up with your slit, she rocked her hips forward, shivering with overstimulation as she sunk herself into you.

Engulfed with fatigue already, the feeling of her pushing inside of you left you weaker than before, and you fell forward, leaving you in a leapfrog position. "Oh," Mira cooed from above you as Zoey began to use your body once again to reach another high. "Don't tell me you're already tapping out. We've just started."

When you lifted your head to glance up at her, your lips were greeted by her tip, which pushed past them after smearing her arousal across them. Already knowing what she wanted you to do, you opened your mouth for her, letting her cock disappear down your throat. Her own head tilted back as her hips stilled, though it only took a few seconds for her to regain her composure and begin thrusting.

"Isn't she doing so well, Mira?" Zoey mused, voice airy and light. A breathless chuckle was the response for a second, but Mira ultimately leaned forward and pulled the smaller woman into a kiss. "Absolutely," came her verbal reply after pulling away. "I guess it's not really a surprise, though. She's pretty much used to this by now." Her hand gripped your jaw just enough for you to feel it. "Isn't that right? You're used to us using you the way we need, hm?" As well as you could manage with her shoved down your throat, you nodded.

She hummed, smiling. Soon after, she let herself sway forward to meet Zoey's lips a second time, every appreciative moan muffled as they kept up their movements.

By the time they both finished and the video stopped, Rumi felt like she couldn't breathe. Every full breath she did manage to take filled her lungs unevenly and left a burning sensation behind. Her sweats had long been discarded — as well as her boxers — and her hand worked tirelessly to coax out orgasm after orgasm, overstimulation leaving her limbs heavy and tingling.

Her tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, some disappearing into her hairline, whereas the others fell to soak into her pillow. Her face felt nearly as hot as her chest and groin. You'd told them about her kink after all, and they had instantly followed along with it, leaving the tape as a gift to let her know that they were open to the idea as well.

God, she loved you all so much. She loved every single thing about each of you.

She couldn't wait to witness that in person again.

Luckily for her, she only had to wait until the next day.

When you were all sure that your schedules were clear, you made your way into Rumi's bedroom. One of the things she wanted to try was watching from the sides, which you had expected, but more specifically, she wanted to be tied to one of the chairs. She didn't want to be able to touch herself, desperate to know what it felt like to be denied that way.

You'd done as asked and tied her to one of the dining chairs that had been dragged in. Shaky with anticipation, she bit her lips and watched as you moved to lie down on the bed, Mira and Zoey following after you.

They hovered over you, the sight similar to that of predators pinning down prey, and their hands began to roam over your body, stripping your clothes off one by one at an agonizingly slow speed.

By the time you were fully nude, Mira and Zoey had already tugged their shorts and boxers down to show just how badly they needed you — to show how badly they needed to fill you.

Both fully erect, Rumi watched as their precum formed small beads in the center of their tips, your gentle groans forcing them to grow until they spilled, their arousal trickling down to their shafts. Her patterns began to glow as she wrestled lightly against the restraints in an attempt to get comfortable.

"God, you're beautiful," Mira whispered as she gazed down at you. She was the first to settle between your legs, her fingers wrapping around your wrist and leading your hand to her aching cock, and you let her use your palm to gain a sense of friction. A low groan rumbled in the back of her throat as she rolled her hips forward.

She only let herself enjoy that method for a moment before lining herself up with your entrance. With a gentle push, the entirety of her cock filled you, the stretch a welcome sensation that left your back arching up and your eyes closing.

Zoey hummed and shuffled over until she sat behind Mira, her hands planting themselves on her hips and her chin landing on her shoulder as the taller woman began to thrust. "She feels good, doesn't she, Mira?" A nod. "So good," Mira stammered.

Rumi could feel her cock throbbing in her pants at the sight unfolding before her. This was exactly what she wanted: to watch them take care of you while she was made to watch. You took them so well.

You always did. It was like your body was made for them — all of them. Even when you were too tired to put in much effort, your body just felt so right as they would rut into you.

She felt envy, but it was a kind she enjoyed, desperate to have your walls massaging her the way she loved.

Zoey moved back to your side after a while. With a subtle movement, you seemed to understand what she wanted, and you lifted your hand up to her shaft, stroking her at the same pace Mira was thrusting into you. A chorus of moans filled the room as each of you chased after your respective highs.

"My god," Mira groaned, her hips stuttering in a telltale sign that she was already close. "You're doing so well for us, pretty girl. Just keep taking it, okay? Just a little bit longer."

You could only nod. With a bit of strain, you lifted your legs and wrapped them around her waist, wordlessly telling her not to pull out when she finished. She huffed out a small laugh at the action and leaned down over you. "Want me to fill you, huh? Want me to cum inside?" You gave her another nod, but it didn't satisfy her.

Her hand rose up and squeezed your jaw, not enough to hurt you, but enough to force you to look up at her. "Use your words, pretty girl," she ordered softly. Your thighs tensed around her at her words. "Yes," you stammered out.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I want you to cum inside." A gasp punctured through your lips when she snapped her hips forward to tease you. "Please," you added, voice breaking from the desperation.

It was almost as if your plea set off a switch in Mira, and Rumi's thighs clenched together — as much as they could — as she watched the taller woman practically rail into you. She caught how Mira's eyes pinched shut, and how her mouth hung open in a silent cry as she finally bursted, her cock visibly twitching as her cum filled you.

Slowly, it trickled back out of you after she pulled out moments later, watching with a smug grin. Her eyes rose to glance at Zoey, who was still rutting eagerly into your hand. While you took care of her, Mira, who was still panting heavily, turned to look at Rumi.

The bound woman stiffened at the eye contact, turning her attention back to the way Zoey's cock began to pulse in your hold. Mira hummed and followed her example, simply watching the scene before her.

There was no sign or warning when Zoey came a beat later. Her cum once again streaked over your face, similar to the way it did the night before, and she let out an airy laugh as her hips stilled. "Sorry," she murmured. "Meant to give you a heads up." You gave her a small shake of your head as your hand left her shaft. "It's okay," you panted out.

Mira grinned. "You look so pretty with her cum on your face," she pointed out, turning to Zoey. "Rumi should get a close up, don't you think?" A giggle trickled from Zoey's lips as she nodded. "Oh, definitely. Wouldn't want her to miss out on all the fun."

Then suddenly, the three of you were kneeled in front of Rumi, whose brain felt like it was short-circuiting at all of the sudden attention. You were in the middle, seated between her knees, with Zoey and Mira on either side of you. The sight of cum streaked on the side of your face was nearly enough to make her burst, and she hadn't even been touched yet.

But that wasn't true for much longer. "Why don't you reward her for being so patient?" Zoey whispered into your ear, eyes still focused on Rumi.

With your hands trembling, you unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, tugging them and her boxers down enough to let her cock spring free. You didn't give her an opportunity to brace herself before you wrapped your fingers around her shaft and began to stroke her.

All of the tension from before forced a new level of sensitivity she hadn't felt since her first time with each of you. It only took half a minute for her to lose control, and her own cum mixed itself with Zoey's on your skin. Her head leaned back as she gasped for air, though her eyes snapped open and her focus dropped back down to you when the motion continued, this time with your mouth.

She nearly asked you to stop, but the pleasure was too strong. Having your tongue work around her shaft before it dipped into your throat felt heavenly, and there was no chance she'd pull back, especially as Zoey and Mira caressed her thighs, Mira's free hand once again leading your hair out of your face.

"Isn't she being so good for you, Rumi?" Zoey asked, earning a nod and a broken sob. The heat that dusted over Rumi's face nearly matched the heat in her groin as you kept up your pace.

Forgetting about the restraints for a moment, her arms thrashed against them, and it was clear she was trying to grab your head. Instead, she gripped the edges of the armrests tight enough to scratch the wood.

She could only give you a partial warning before her seed shot down your throat. You nearly choked, but managed to calm yourself down until she was finished. You waited a second before leaning back to let her fall out of your mouth.

Just like the day before, you were made to swallow the cum pooled on your tongue and then show that you'd obeyed. Mira hummed and pressed a kiss to your cheek. "Good girl," she praised.

Zoey mirrored her actions on the other side. "Very good girl." You hummed, body weak and spent from the exertion. You shifted shakily for a second before your head fell to rest on Rumi's leg, eyes closed and brows pinched as you tried to calm down.

While Mira rested her head on your shoulder, Zoey made quick work of loosening the restraints keeping Rumi's arms pinned, watching with a smile as those same arms bolted forward to cradle your head. Only a moment later, she pulled Zoey and Mira into the awkwardly-posed hug. "Thank you," she whispered. "Both for doing this for me and for not judging me."

Mira beamed up at her and gave a nod. "Of course. You're always up for whatever we want. It was only fair for us to finally return the favor."

Zoey nodded as well. "We love you, after all. We aren't going to judge you. We want you to feel good."

Your head finally lifted enough to look up. "You've been through so much. You deserve to feel good, even if it does feel a little awkward to talk about these kinds of things for the first time."

"We love you," Mira reassured, letting her hand rise up to cradle the side of Rumi's face.

A smile, full of trust and relaxation, finally painted over Rumi's face. "I love you, too. All of you."

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[sparklestormandsoda]

Yandere polytrix x pregnant reader

But here's the twist,Darling is with them willingly and loves the girls

One day the girls come back home and don't see her and found out the positive pregnancy test and while they freak out they hear her get back but from the back door and see her in the kitchen storing in the refrigerator some of her cravings (like fruits and cheese or chocolate) or eating ice cream

When she see them,darling smile guilty "sorry for scared You,but I was craving for sweets,I wanted to tell you three in a better manner,do you like the surprise?"

The front door swung open and the girls stepped in together, tired from rehearsal but already looking forward to collapsing around you on the couch.

“Darling?” Zoey called. Silence answered her back.

Rumi frowned, her leader instincts kicking in. “She always greets us…”

Mira’s sharp eyes swept the room, landing on the little white stick left carelessly on the coffee table. Her breath hitched, color rushing into her cheeks. “Oh my god.”

Zoey blinked, leaning over. “Is that—no way—”

Rumi picked it up with trembling hands. The positive sign glared back at them. For a second, none of them breathed. Their darling… carrying their child.

Mira’s voice wavered between a laugh and a sob. “She’s pregnant? With our baby?”

The three of them spiraled instantly, voices overlapping. The dread now fully sinking into each and every one of them. “What if she ran because she was scared—” “Did we pressure her somehow—” “No, no, she loves us—she does, right—”

The sound of the back door clicking open froze them in place. They turned as one.

There you were, humming softly as you walked in with a small grocery bag, not noticing them yet. You set it on the counter and pulled out a box of strawberries, a block of cheese, and two different kinds of chocolate bars. With a guilty little smile, you opened the freezer and slipped in a pint of ice cream.

When you finally looked up, three pairs of wide, glassy eyes were staring at you. You froze mid-bite of strawberry.

“...Oh,” you said softly, sheepish. “Sorry for scaring you. I just… I was craving sweets.”

Their throats worked in unison, as if they’d all forgotten how to speak.

You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and stepped toward them, voice warm with affection. “I wanted to tell you in a better way, with candles or something romantic, but… do you like the surprise?”

For a beat, the girls didn’t move. Then Zoey was rushing forward, cupping your cheeks and kissing your forehead with trembling lips. “Like it? Darling, it’s the best surprise you could ever give us.”

Mira pressed her forehead to your shoulder, clinging to you as if you might disappear. “You scared us half to death… but I’ve never been happier.”

Rumi wrapped her arms around all three of you at once, eyes wet but smiling like the sun. “You’re ours. Our darling… our family. Always.”

You laughed softly, a sound that soothed their frenzied hearts, and leaned into their embrace. “Always.”

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[princesssmars]

Thinking of Rumi going through demon puberty and temporarily growing a literal demon dick. That's it.

WC : 2.754

CONTAINS : Fem!Reader. Skin not described, reader has hair. Fluff. Takes place after the movie, so Rumi is out as a half-demon. Smut. Oral Sex (Reader and Rumi receiving). Penetrative sex (Reader receiving). Rumi has a penis, but it is interpreted to be temporary, and the reader is happy to engage with it.

A/N : NEED DATTTT. Need whiny, desperate top Rumi more than I need air. Umm that's it. Thanks for reading <3

“Do…Do you think we can make it fit?”

“Well, we won't know until we try it, yeah?”

When Rumi sat you down only a few weeks after Huntrix’s world-stopping performance at the Jamsil Sport Complex, you knew that your relationship with the pop star was going to be anything but normal.

You just didn’t expect it to be…demonic.

It was quite a shock to learn that the tales you heard as a child of demons wandering around wearing human faces to eat people's souls were true, and downright unbelievable to learn that your close friend, one member of the biggest K-pop group on the planet, was trained to hunt and kill them for a living. You always wondered where the girls got their insanely quick reflexes and immense strength, always chalking it up to rigorous training.

When you watched that performance after a week of distance and missed calls from Rumi, you knew that traversing whatever was budding between you would be awkward, uncomfortable, and rough. But it would be worth it, you thought, as long as you got to continue to be by her side.

It was an incredible adjustment for everyone to get used to Rumi's demon side. It was odd how her patterns changed so much but so little about her appearance, until eventually you forgot they were there. You knew they were initially her biggest insecurity, slowly warming up to the idea of wearing more and more clothing that exposed her patterns. You remembered lying down with her at night, both of you wearing matching cozy sets as she silently told you about how she felt so weak for still being unable to show her patterns comfortably.

But through every shared reveal of her sadness, every little tugging down of her shirts and move to reach for her trusty contour, you were there by her side, that she was beautiful, before the patterns and now. Especially now, you told her, whispering in her ear about how gorgeous she looked with the iridescent mark covering her skin until they lit up with her embarrassment and shyness.

The marks were only the beginning. Now that Rumi was fully acknowledging her demon half, it seemed like the more common characteristics of regular demons started to appear more frequently.

Rumi always had an appetite; a healthy routine of performing, practicing, and killing demons would do that for anyone. But recently she was like a bottomless pit, able to eat a three-course meal without breaking a sweat or gaining a pound. Well, she did gain some weight, but instead of fat, it was mostly turning into muscle, something that came as a pleasant surprise once you explored it in the bedroom.

Then came the purring, a deep hum that emanated from her chest whenever you or the girls were around, only growing in volume when you indulged in physical contact. After that came an extreme case of possessiveness, some peculiar nesting behaviors, all culminating in the big finale.

Like, actually big.

Rumi had been avoiding you for the past few days, keeping to her solitude in her room and refusing anyone who tried to enter. Eventually, after dozens of missed calls and messages, you stormed into the penthouse yourself, startled when greeted with the abnormal silence of the grand apartment, separate from the telltale sounds of your lovers purring from down the hall.

Whipping out your phone, you tried to text your girlfriend's group members to try and understand what situation you were walking into.

Y/N : Are you both hiding in your rooms or something?

Mira : No

Zoey : Yes

Mira : 😐

Zoey : What do you want me to lie ?!?!

Mira : She's been acting weird for days and growls at us when we get too close.

You pause, hearing a throaty moan from down the hall once you pass the threshold of the entry of the apartment.

Mira : Do you have an extra pair of headphones

Zoey : I am NOT leaving this room

Mira : I'll run

Y/N : Can you guys focus??? What exactly is wrong with her?

Mira : It definitely has to do with you. She keeps calling your name every other hour

Zoey : We should use Derpy to telephoto somewhere else. I've read enough fanfiction to know where this is going.

Mira : Good idea.

Mira : What was that last part

Eventually, the messages die off, and a brief shout of the girls’ names is only met with silence. It's just you and Rumi in here. Rumi who is currently suffering from some intense demon mood swings. A mood swing that is leaving her purring and calling out your name into the night.

Perfect.

Before you can try to stop and quickly come up with a game plan, you faintly hear the sound of a door creaking open, perking up to try and hear better when you can't hear the sounds of her footsteps leaving the room.

Figuring she was still on the fence about whatever it was she was hiding, you take the open door as a silent invitation and quietly but surely make your way towards her room.

When you step into her room, it's dark, only the vibrant lights of Seoul's cityscape illuminating the wide space. You can see Rumi sitting on the opposite side of the bed, shoulders hunched as she breathes in and out in a way that only worries you.

“Rumi? My love, are you alright?” Your voice is as steady as can be, feet slowly carrying you across the floor until you rest yourself on the covers of her bed.

Your eyes widen when she lets out a groan, bordering on a growl, and the patterns lining her skin ripple and shimmer with light.

“I don't want…I don't want to hide it from you, but…” Rumi's voice hitched, deeper and raspberry than you've ever heard it before. If you weren't so concerned about whatever was wrong with her, it would probably have you…a little excited. OK, focus.

“Rumi, you can tell me anything. You know that. I won't ever judge you for whatever you're going through.”

You raise your hand up to her shoulders, planning on just giving her a small bit of physical affection, only for the grace of your skin on hers igniting a borderline obscene moan to ring from her throat.

Both of you go still, unsure of what to do next. You move so you're sitting next to Rumi, able to see her glowing eyes staring ahead of her before she harshly shuts them, unwilling to witness your reaction to her reaction. You're just about to comfort her, to reassure her that even feral moaning isn't enough to deter you from trying to help her, when you see the slightest movement from below you.

From her pants. From the bulge in her pants.

For a minute, you just…stare at it, unsure if you can register exactly what you're looking at. At first, you think she wore her strap-on and her desires were giving her an extreme case of phantom limb, but if that were the case, it wouldn't be glowing. And twitching.

“Is that…is that a-?”

“Yes. It just…appeared, and no matter what I do, it won't go away.”

The thought sends a rush of heat straight to your core, your kind already picturing a desperate and flushed Rumi spread out on her bed and frantically trying to ‘beat’ away her problem. It makes so much sense that she would insist on going through this alone, scared that this would be your tipping point and you'd leave her and her demonic weirdness behind you.

But that wasn't you. What kind of girlfriend would you be if you didn’t stick by her side to help her with this?

“Let me help you.”

Her body bolts up straight, and her eyes find your gaze, wide and puzzled. “You don't have to do that! I don't want you to…to force yourself-”

You cut her off from making any more self-deprecating comments when you lift your hand to cup her cheek, silently reveling in the soft look she gives you and the giant rumble of a purr on her chest.

“You would never force me to do something like that, Rumi. I’m doing this because I want to. Really, I don't mind it.”

And you let your want for her, for this, slip through your voice, if her change in demeanor is anything to go by. Instead of insecurity, you can see hunger in her brown eyes, her hand twitching before she rests it on your thigh and grips.

“You’ll tell me if I’m too rough.” She asks, no, she states, pushing you by the shoulders firmly onto the bed before she adjusts her body to hover over yours. You don't know if you want to stare at first; her glowing eyes, her glowing skin, the literal demon cock straining the fabric of her shorts.

“I will. I promise, Rumi.”

And that was all the assurance she needed to take you apart.

She got you ready for her, of course, there was no chance you were wet enough to take her dick. By looks alone, it was bigger and thicker than any dildo you've ever used. You have no complaints when she ferally rips off your pants and your underwear, spreading your legs apart and diving face-first into your cunt.

“Rumi, oh my… god!” You shot, overwhelmed with the way she licks and slurps at your entrance and sucks on your clit. If you could pay even a speck of attention, you might’ve noticed that even her tongue was different, elongated and twisted in the perfect way to stick it in and out of your cunt. When the pressure grows to be unbearable amount, she easily holds you down by the hips to continue her ministrations, not stopping until you've come on her face and you start to wiggle too much for her to convince herself to keep waiting.

She stands up, and you both hurry to yank down her pants, your mouth agape when you get an up close look at her new appendage. It really is thick, the skin tapering off into an unnatural purple color. The closer it gets to a tip, the familiar jagged lines of her patterns decorating the skin and pulsing just like the ones on her body.

Tentatively, you bring a hand up to it and graze your fingers over the tip, admiring the way it twitches towards you and the smear of precum that it leaves on your fingertips. You look into Rumi's eyes, wanting but mused by a twinge of insecurity, and before you can think of a better way to reassure her of your desire, you bring your head forward and lick a long stripe up the length of her cock.

The sound that leaves your girlfriend's throat is unlike anything you've ever heard before, bordering on a growl that only makes you feel like prey. Her hand grips your hair and pushes you until you're throating her cock, mouth aching as you let her use you as she so pleases. It tastes odd but not unpleasant, and you find your own hand inching down to your cunt as she continues to fuck your throat and make her pleasure incredibly audible.

It was definitely a good thing that Mira and Zoey left when they did; you didn’t even want to imagine their faces when the two of you stepped out of this room.

Before you can finish the thought, Rumi's hand is yanking you off of her dick, creating a loud Pop! sound and making you whine in the absence of her already.

“’ M sorry, was just. Too close, need to be inside.” Rumi whimpers, hands maneuvering you up and flat onto the bed as she rests between the junction of your legs, the length of her resting on your drenched folds, and drawing both of your eyes down to the sight.

A part of you was still unsure the thing would fit inside of you, but you’d be lying if you didn’t say that the thought of such and the view of just how deeply it would reach inside didn’t arouse you.

When she finally eases herself inside of you, you both groan out of relief, Rumi's eyes glued to the sight of your pussy being split open on her cock. To test the waters, she thrusts just half an inch inside suddenly, finding a sick delight when you whimper and grasp at her arms.

When you notice the pain inside you has dissipated and morphed into pleasure, you raise your hips, eager for her to move. She starts to thrust her hips, increasing the speed with every new moan and scream that slips from between your lips at the euphoria you feel at being split open with her. All she can focus on are your sounds and the feeling of your walls around her, her eyes rolling back into her head with every clamp and squeeze you give her cock.

You notice that Rumi is mumbling, trying your hardest to focus on what she's saying and not the mind-rattling feeling of her trying to fuck all the thoughts out of your head. It doesn't help you when you finally understand what she's saying, repeated mumbles of ‘love you, love you I love you-’ and ‘so perfect, feels so perfect for me, baby’ only driving you further up the wall.

In a desperate attempt at more, she grasps the underside of your legs and pushes them up and up and up, all the way until you're holding them above your head and shocked and how flexible you seem to be, or rather how flexible she's seemed to make you. Still unsatisfied with her reach, she adjusts herself until her hips are directly above yours, and now, instead of her cock just thrusting back and forth, she's slamming herself down into you, hitting every sensitive spot inside of you with ease.

It doesn’t take long until you find your release, throat hoarse and raw with your continued moaning while you twitch and squeeze around her. Rumi only continues to pound through it, eyes stuck to the sight of your cum leaking out of your hole and coating the base of her cock every time she pulls out.

Yet still, she doesn’t stop, chasing her own release. You can see the physical toll it's taking on her, her braid mussed to hell and sweat dripping down the sides of her face. In your fucked out daze you bring a hand up to her face, cupping her cheek and bringing her eyes to look into yours. She presses her forehead to yours, not breaking eye contact as she continues to use you for her own pleasure.

“I'm close, I'm so close.” Rumi gasps, so close that her lips move against yours when she speaks.

“I know, baby. Come inside me. Please, Rumi.”

And like your words were a command, she did, groaning and using her last bit of energy for a few hard thrusts as she comes inside of you. And her orgasm is long, to the point where she has to flop herself onto you as it wrings her dry.

Once it ends, you're both silent aside from heavy panting, still sweaty, and putting together the pieces of what just happened. You run your fingers through Rumi's hair, hoping to further relieve any leftover stress in her body.

“Thank you,” Rumi whispers, nuzzling her head deeper into your neck.

“Of course. I'll always help you, no matter what.”

You brush your fingers down to her face, happy when she presses a kiss to the palm of your hand. For a second, you feel nothing but warmth, happy to exist in this innocent moment with her.

And then you feel it. Your touch must have set a part of her off because her cock is already hardening inside of you, her hips involuntarily twitching towards you while she whines.

“How about I get on top this time, yeah?”