Work Text:
Zoey’s loud groan makes Rumi jump as it breaks the stillness of the afternoon. Rumi watches as she sinks back into her desk chair and presses her palms over her eyes with a deep sigh.
The frustration in her body is palpable even from the bed where Rumi is sitting, fingers idly strumming her guitar.
“Need a break, Zo?”
Zoey lets out a huff, sliding her hands down her face before adjusting her headphones and swinging round to face Rumi.
“Nah. I just…ugh. This beat under my rap section just isn’t…I don’t know! It just doesn’t feel right.”
She looks so despondent that Rumi places her guitar to one side and hurries over to her, lacing her fingers through Zoey’s and lifting her hand to her mouth to press a series of soft kisses over her knuckles. Zoey giggles and stretches up to kiss Rumi’s forehead, murmuring warmly against her skin;
“I think I’m gunna hit the gym for a while. See if that gets me out of my head.”
She stands and kisses Rumi’s cheek gently before grabbing her trainers from her closet as she leaves. Rumi can hear Zoey’s sweet voice humming the chorus of their new song gradually fade as her footsteps disappear down the corridor to the living room.
Rumi lets her eyes wander over the editing programme left open on Zoey’s computer then flops back onto the bed with a sigh.
She lays there listening to the steady rain that had been falling since the early hours of the morning, drumming against the window. She rolls onto her side, sliding her fingers up and down the strings of her guitar.
What could she do to make Zoey feel better?
She half considers going up to join her in the gym. Zoey loves a good sparring session…and the adrenaline fuelled…fun that would inevitably follow. But Rumi got the impression she needed some time alone.
Oh!
Zoey loves those fancy boba teas from that shop two blocks away… Rumi could get one of those in no time at all!
She stood and made her way to the hallway to grab her keys and wallet from her bedroom before heading to the elevator, her heart leaping at the prospect of putting a smile on Zoey’s pretty face.
Would Zoey prefer mango or ube or brown su-
The gentle rainfall suddenly lashed against the penthouse windows, clearly gearing up into what would be a full blown storm.
Oh yeah. The rain.
Hmph.
She sinks onto the couch, tossing her keys and wallet onto the table and rests her chin on her cupped hands.
She always hated going out in the rain.
Too many mornings of being forced to run laps in all weathers by Celine during their training days meant that Rumi preferred to stay in the warm and dry when she could; especially now that the Honmoon was sealed.
Life really would be so much easier if everyone could just…teleport to where they needed to go.
She picks up her phone, deciding to check the weather forecast, and her eyes fall upon her lock screen of the three of them, Rumi and her girls. It was one of her favourite pictures. It wasn’t anything special, just a selfie that she had taken during one of their many movie nights. They were in a tangled heap together; Zoey practically in Rumi’s lap, Mira’s long legs resting over the arm of the couch, all three of them grinning and flushed and relaxed, Rumi’s patterns a soft pink, the colour they glow when she’s happy-
The realisation hits her like she’d been slapped round the face.
She could.
She could just teleport if she wanted to.
OK…so she’d only done it twice before now… and alright, it was almost a year ago and admittedly her demon side was more prominent and in control at the time but they had both been successful attempts.
It couldn’t be that difficult…right?
She’s Ryu Rumi. She can do anything she puts her mind to.
If she can slice Gwi-Ma, the king of all demons, in half, then she can teleport two blocks away.
She decides that perhaps trying to teleport over five hundred meters is a little ambitious and that it might be better to warm up a little.
She focuses on her bedroom; visualising it in her mind, trying to mentally see herself appear there in a little puff of smoke-
Her patterns flare white hot–almost painful– and just as it becomes unbearable it feels like she’s been sucked into an empty, weightless space, and everything goes ice cold and dark. Just as she starts to panic, the familiar smell and warmth of her bedroom suddenly wraps itself around her.
Phew.
She did it.
She is standing on the center of her rug, the faint smell of sulphur catching at her nostrils as the red smoke dissipates around her.
Ok.
She decides to try something a little further.
She does the same thing again; visualises the recording studio this time, screws her eyes shut and clenches her fists, that strange white hot feeling sweeps up her body-
Once again, she is successful.
She gives a little squeal of delight and claps her hands.
She feels confident now.
It was only two blocks away.
She knows what the café looks like, and knows how to get there– the alleyway behind it shouldn’t draw too much attention, and it’s close enough to the door not to worry about getting drenched …
She can do this.
She takes a deep breath.
Focus, Rumi. This is for Zoey.
She is braced for the burning sensation in her patterns now, doesn’t even gasp as it hits her this time, but then-
Even with her eyes tightly shut, she knows something is wrong.
Knows even before she hears Mira’s shocked and panic stricken scream.
Her eyes pop open, blinking tears away as the smoke curling in front of them makes them water. It takes a few seconds for her to actually process where she’s ended up.
She is in the wall.
She is stuck in the wall.
The utter silence is almost painful as Rumi watches Mira’s brain trying in vain to process what was actually happening in front of her.
“RUMI?!? WHAT THE FUCK!?!”
Her tone is almost incredulous, the pitch making Rumi wince.
She didn’t even know Mira’s voice could get that high.
She’s now becoming acutely aware of just how awkward her position is. Her upper torso and arms protrude through the plaster like a hole was perfectly cut through it for her to slide through. She can barely feel the tips of her trainers resting on the floor on the other side of the wall in the corridor linking their bedrooms..
God, she hopes that’s where her feet are. They could be in another dimension for all she knows…
Mira was still curled on the bed, mouth wide open, eyes huge behind her glasses, pressed back into the pillows, phone in her hand (apparently mid scroll), unsurprisingly in complete shock.
“What the fuck, Rumi…what-...how-…why in the name of the Honmoon are you in my fucking wall!?
“Does it matter?!”
Rumi presses her hands flat to the wall and tries to push herself backwards, then forwards seeing if there is any way she can squeeze herself out, some kind of give in the cold, hard plaster that is holding her in place-
Nothing.
She can’t move an inch.
She really is well and truly stuck.
Oh this is bad.
At least she can breathe, even if she feels (and looks, she’s sure) completely ridiculous, she isn't going to suffocate.
For a while there is complete silence as Mira stares at her, clearly still trying to make sense of the utter madness unfolding. The only sound is Rumi–huffing and grunting as she attempts to extricate herself.
Mira, now apparently over the surprise, presses a hand over her mouth, barely disguising a splutter.
“Don’t you dare laugh at this Mira Kang-” She tries her best to look imposing but apparently glaring at someone while you're stuck halfway through their bedroom wall isn’t particularly threatening.
In fact, Mira seems to find it completely hilarious.
She instantly doubles over, clutching at her sides, with tears rolling down her cheeks in a matter of seconds. She quickly slides off the bed and all but skids outside into the hall, and Rumi hears her laughter reach new heights.
“Your ASS is on the other side of the wall!”
Rumi hears the shutter sound of Mira’s phone camera and swears that the moment that she’s free, Mira was going to pay.
Mira re-appears in front of her, now apparently giddy with joy at Rumi’s expense, thumbs obviously tapping a message into her phone-
“Oh my god, Zoey has to see this-”
“Mira, don’t you even think about it-”
Mira holds Rumi’s gaze with a smug smile then very deliberately holds her phone in front of Rumi’s nose and taps send.
“Too late. It’s not every day your girlfriend gets stuck in a fucking wall.”
And of course Zoey finds this freakish situation hugely entertaining too.
“This is the best thing that has ever happened in this penthouse-”
Mira elbows her gently in the ribs. “I made you come six times in a row, two nights ago-”
“Good point…” Zoey casts her eyes to the ceiling clearly mulling it over “...this is still better.”
Zoey pauses, finger resting on her chin, looking sideways at Mira.
“You know…this whole thing seems…oddly familiar…” She says coyly but with a mischievous grin.
Rumi narrows her eyes.
“How the hell is this situation familiar? Have you seen someone else stuck in a wall?!”
“Weeeeellll..” Zoey hums, fingertip tapping her cheek, “It’s kinda like something I caught Mira watching on her laptop--”
Mira clamps a hand over Zoey’s mouth ,drags her into the corridor and for a while all Rumi can hear is whispered quarrelling.
Before long Zoey appears back in the room looking suitably chastened, followed by Mira who is blushing furiously.
Rumi decides that she really doesn’t want or need to know.
They then set about trying to set her free, with the tenacity and stubbornness she has come to expect from her girls.
After twenty minutes of pushing and pulling, Mira notices her trembling legs and helpfully grabs the stool Zoey uses to reach the high shelves in the kitchen, so Rumi’s thighs don’t have to strain anymore. Despite her embarrassment it’s not that uncomfortable. She supposes it could be a whole lot worse.
Zoey sits cross legged in front of her and encourages her to breathe, to relax, to visualise being free of the wall-
Mira is still on the other side of the wall, gently massaging her inner thighs,(which had begun to cramp before she grabbed the stool) and honestly she’s starting to enjoy it a lot more than she should …considering where she is right now.
“We could always try smashing the plaster-”
“You want to explain that one to Bobby?”
Silence.
“We could lube you up and slip you out?”
“With what?!”
Rumi folds her arms and scowls and watches as Zoey bites her lip, clearly trying not to giggle.
“I don’t know…soap? Coconut oil? That would be suuuper good for your skin…Oh! What about actual lube?”
Mira pops her head round the corner of the door frame.
“You are not using that new bottle of lube I bought, it was expensive.” She tosses her hair over her shoulder as she slips out of sight. “Imported from Sweden.”
And then she goes right back to massaging Rumi’s thighs.
Zoey just rolls her eyes.
After a little more squabbling and many failed attempts of Rumi trying to teleport out of the wall, they decide to take a short break.
Zoey has sat at Mira’s desk, searching the internet for some kind of solution on her phone when Rumi suddenly feels Mira’s fingers drift even higher. Slipping under the edge of her shorts and just skirting the elasticated edge of her panties.
She stiffens and Mira’s fingers still… silently asking permission. Rumi bites her lip, conflicted but definitely aroused.
She is suddenly aware of just how…helpless she is. Heat suddenly floods through her and she has to resist the urge to press her thighs together. It speaks to how much she trusts Mira, that she’s going to let her, no, that she wants her to touch her right now.
Dropping her head as she feels her cheeks flush, she spreads her thighs wider apart, inviting Mira’s touch and she swears she can hear Mira’s low, self satisfied chuckle on the other side of the wall.
Her fingertips curl into the waistband of Rumi’s shorts and drags them down, leaving her underwear in place-
For now- Rumi finds herself hoping.
Mira’s fingers are slow and teasing, barely ghosting over her skin, making Rumi squirm as she teases along the creases of her inner thighs, inches from where Rumi really wants them to go.
She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip to stifle a whine, eyes flicking back to Zoey who is thankfully still glued to her phone.
Mira always loves to tease. She adores working Rumi or Zoey up until they are frantic and begging, usually tied to the bed, spread out obscenely while she works her magic with her wicked mouth and elegant fingers.
But somehow…being trapped like this makes Rumi feel even more exposed…even more at Mira’s mercy. She finds herself trying to push back against Mira’s fingers, a low sob slipping past her lips when they withdraw completely-
“Rumi?”
Her head snaps up to find Zoey looking at her with concern.
“Are you alright? You look awfully flushed-” She steps forward until she is directly in front of her, brow furrowed, her small fingers sliding gently through Rumi’s hair to reassure her and just at that moment Mira decides to pull her underwear to the side and slide her fingers through the embarrassing amount of wetness that was pooled between Rumi’s trembling thighs.
“Mmmm–fine! I’m fine!”
Zoey tilts her head to one side and stares, hands resting on her hips.
“You don’t look fine, in fact you look-”
Rumi sees realization, then surprise, then anger flare in her eyes.
“Mira, get your fingers out of Rumi right now!”
Zoey stalks into the hallway and this time she can hear every word.
“Now is really not the time-”
“She’s the one who spread her legs when I started teasing her! I wouldn’t have done anything if she didn’t-”
“Then you’re both as bad as each other!”
“Don’t act like it hasn’t crossed your mind too…”
She can practically hear the pout on Zoey’s lips when she replies “You could have at least involved me from the start…”
Then their voices are low and hushed once again, clearly plotting something. Knowing what Zoey and Mira are capable of… Rumi’s cunt clenches in anticipation and her patterns start to pulse in time with her rapidly increasing heartbeat.
After what feels like an age, (but in reality was only probably a few minutes) Zoey saunters back into the room and Rumi is almost embarrassed at how wrecked she sounds already when she opens her mouth to beg-
“Please don’t stop-”
Zoey drops to her knees in front of her, cups her face and kisses her, slow and deep, tongue tracing her bottom lip before nipping it playfully.
And all the while Rumi can feel Mira pressing little kisses all over the backs of her thighs and the curve of her ass as she pulls down her underwear.
“We won't stop, pretty girl…just couldn’t resist it could you?” Her lips trail up Rumi’s jaw until they’re pressed against her ear “-needy thing.”
She grips Rumi’s chin and tips it up, forcing her to meet her gaze. Her soft brown eyes are warm and playful, a gentle smirk on her lips. “All it took was a little teasing and you’re dripping and begging and spreading your legs for us.”
Rumi can feel herself slipping into that soft hazy place that Zoey is so good at helping her settle into, a place where she doesn’t have to think anymore, a place she can just feel, give into the pleasure that Zoey and Mira are now so good at dragging from her body.
Mira’s thumbs spread her labia and she gasps as the cool air in the corridor brushes over her. A soft gasp slips out of her mouth as Mira’s tongue swipes through her and feels the familiar vibration of Mira’s moan against her slick skin.
“There we go…tell me Rumi…what is Mira doing to your pretty cunt?”
Rumi can feel the blush on her cheeks deepen in humiliation at being made to describe what Mira was doing. But God…to her shame, it turns her on even more.
“She’s…fuck…she’s using her t-tongue.”
She screws her eyes shut only to feel Zoey shake her by the grip of her chin a little.
“Uh-uh. Eyes on me, Jagiya.”
She forces them open and all but sobs as Mira’s tongue and fingers start to work together-
“Keep going. Tell me what she’s doing now that’s got you so worked up-”
“Oh-oh god-now...now she’s using her… her f-fingers to rub my clit and her tongue’s i-inside me.”
Zoey hums in satisfaction and traces her thumb over Rumi’s bottom lip. “You’re doing so well Rumi, you’re always so good for us, aren’t you?”
Her voice is warm and sweet and smooth as silk, words dripping from her lips like honey.
When Mira replaces her tongue with her fingers Rumi cries out brokenly and it takes a few seconds before she’s able to tell Zoey what Mira is doing. “T-two fingers…inside me, c-curling, fuck-”
“Wish I could see how that looks… watch your cunt clenching around her fingers while you try and grind back on them. But you can't, can you?” She presses a kiss to the corner of Rumi’s mouth, “You just have to squirm and take what she gives you-”
“Fuck, Zoey please!” Rumi is desperate but Mira knows exactly how to play her, knows exactly how to touch her, how to keep her exactly where she wants her, dangling on the edge and begging for more.
The fact she can tell Rumi is close even on the other side of a wall somehow makes it even hotter.
Zoey giggles.
“No good begging me sweetheart, I’m on this side of the wall, watching your pretty face as Mira wrecks you-”
Rumi can be embarrassed about the broken moan that escapes her mouth later, but right now she doesn’t care, not when Zoey is crooning filth in her ear and Mira is working a third finger inside her, the slight ache from the stretch perfection, and when she flicks the pad of a finger just so over the tip of her throbbing clit-
“Close! I’m close-”
Zoey just smiles down at her, thumb still tracing her bottom lip while Rumi pants and shudders.
“Yeah? You gunna come all over Mira’s fingers?”
Rumi nods helplessly just before she comes with a wail, hands clenched into fists, hips bucking as Mira’s fingers work her through the aftershocks only to squeal when Mira’s tongue swipes over her once more before sealing her mouth over her clit .
Rumi is sure that if her weight had been resting solely on her legs they would have collapsed from under her.
“You gunna come again?” Zoey cups Rumi’s face in her hands so she has no choice but to look right at her.
“Y-yes, fuck!”
“Let go, baby. We’ve got you.”
It hits her like a bolt of lightening, her patterns flaring a deep violet as she comes trembling and sobbing as Zoey whispers how beautiful, how good she is, how perfect-
Eventually she slumps down, dangling from the waist, weak and boneless and breathless.
The edge of the hole where she’s trapped is now digging just slightly into her ribs. She thinks mournfully about how if this had happened any other time, she would now be splayed out comfortably on the bed, pressed between her girls, warm and safe and-
There was that white hot burning flaring up her body, the cold darkness enveloping her, then-
With a puff of smoke she reappears in the middle of Mira’s bed, bare from the waist down (apart from her sneakers) with her panties dangling off her left ankle.
Zoey throws herself onto the bed to cover her face in tiny kisses, crowing with joy and pride; "You did it, you did it, you did it!”
She is shortly joined by Mira, wiping Rumi’s slick off her chin with the bottom of her t-shirt before she kisses her, languidly and so deeply, Rumi swears she feels it all the way to the tips of her toes.
Once they had been suitably re-united and Rumi was gently squished between the two of them, they all look over at the bare expanse of wall where no less than a minute ago, Rumi had been stuck.
She was expecting there to be a gaping hole where she had been trapped but there wasn’t a crack, not even a dent; not a single shred of evidence of what had just taken place.
Well…no evidence apart from the pictures on Mira and Zoey’s phones.
Rumi swears to herself she will make them delete the pictures later, if only for the sake of her now fairly bruised ego.
“Rumi…what were you even trying to do?” Mira questions, fingers tracing idle circles up and down Rumi’s spine.
“ I wanted to see if I could teleport to that Boba place that Zoey likes...because it was raining and I didn’t want to walk.” Zoey and Mira share a look that is somehow half amused and half exasperated.
“What!? If you could teleport you’d do it too!”
“No…Rumi...it’s just-” Zoey presses her lips together, clearly trying to fight back giggles “-it’s just-”
“Babe, you know they deliver…right?” Mira finishes for her, seconds before they both collapse into hysterics once again.
And Mira and Zoey do delete the picture from their phones.
Eventually.