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Like a dream come true Rumi is in heaven. Having spent years fighting between fantasizing about this exact moment and keeping a respectful and professional working relationship with her two group mates, she cannot believe her luck. She doesn't actually remember how this situation she's in started but she's not going to question it when it feels so delightfully good to be her right now. Who wouldn't be when you have two of the most beautiful women adoring your body like a sacred temple idol.
Another moan escapes her lips as Mira's fingers continue their relentless circular motion over her clit right as Zoey finishes up another bruising mark on the back of her ear, the ecstasy of it covering her limbs in a weighted blanket of pleasure and turning her brain to mush.
"Do you want me inside of you? asks Mira at the same time Zoey says, Do you want me on top of your face?
YES!! Rumi howls and she should be embarrassed by how loud and desperate she sounds but, honestly, it all feels so incredibly good that she can't seem to care. Not when they don't. Not when they're blessing every inch of her body with heated touches and scorching kisses. Nothing could make her stop this from happening.
Zoey positions herself over Rumi's face, the warmth of her crotch melting her cheeks a little just as Mira shuffles her hips close to Rumi's, teasing the entrance with the tip of her length. But Rumi cannot wait any longer as she begs please right before starting to work her tongue on Zoeys heat.
Mira inches closer and Rumi feels herself clench, as the suspense of whats to come curls her toes. Mira's tip is resting at her entrance and as she's about to slide in a crash from somewhere out in the balcony rips her attention with a merciless yank and she falls into consciousness. All of a sudden Rumi is wide awake, out of breath, staring at the ceiling of her room instead of Zoey's soaked folds and she becomes painfully aware of two things: how she's fully dressed and how absolutely drenched her underwear is.
"Shit" she mutters under her quivering breaths realizing it was all just a fucking dream. It takes everything in her to not groan audibly. Her breathing slows but it does absolutely nothing to lessen her arousal.
Next to her on each side both of the co-protagonists of the dream are fast asleep. She catches a glimpse of Derpy behind the glass door disappearing into the honmoon, guilt written all over his blank face as she tries really hard to forgive the one to blame for waking her up right before she'd achieve divine relief.
She debates getting up but doesn't want to risk waking the girls too. So she just lays there staring at the ceiling feeling frustrated and horny as fuck. That is until a very inappropriate but also very necessary idea sneaks into her head. What if she just swiftly and quietly gave herself some relief. Just something quick to take the edge off. They wouldn't know. Rumi is very good at being quiet. Has had to be to cover the amount of times the thought of them ended in her having to satisfy her carnal needs.
Because even though Rumi hasn't been with anyone physically like that, it doesn't mean she's an innocent prude. The bottom drawer in her dresser that is currently filled with all manner of toys and pleasure implements is proof enough of that fact. So a little pressure release sounds like the best way to get herself back to sleep.
Besides they did all confess their feelings to each other not even three days ago, plus did have a few light make out sessions. Nothing beyond that yet, but it wouldn't be too improper of her to do that here, right? Because the truth is that Rumi is a live wire right now and ready to burst at the seams, so it's just logical. She's already almost there anyways thanks to the dream. Such a good dream indeed. She curses mentally, quietly wishing she could have finished that dream.
Rumi's right hand decides before her brain does and moves slowly down the covers sneaking underneath her underwear. The tip of her middle finger reaches to touch lightly in between the beginning of her folds and holy smokes she finds that she is absolutely drenched. This is good she thinks. It means she's so close that she really can get is done so expeditiously that neither Mira or Zoey will wake up.
The pad of her finger starts a slow and careful circular rub around her swollen nub. She makes sure to keep her movements localized and minimal, her bottom lip firmly squeezed in between her teeth to prevent any and all sounds from breaking free and sounding the alarm. She thinks about how incredibly lucky she is to not only have them both next to her but that they also feel about her the same way she's felt about them for years.
Seeing as she has loved and lusted after them for so long, her finger and center know this tune well from the many times she's relieved herself of these feelings, alone, in her room. But now here she is sharing a bed, with no secrets left in between them. The feeling of Mira's sleepy breath caressing her neck and Zoeys leg firmly laced around hers. The smell of both of them intertwining and filling her lungs like something they need more than air itself.
Rumi feels herself peaking as her breath picks back up and her eyes are pressed shut tightly. So close, almost there, when suddenly a hand settles softly over hers and she has never opened her eyes so fast as she pretty much breaks her neck twisting to look to where the hand came from on her right. Where previously was a peacefully sleeping queen of a woman now was a pair of sleepy but mischievous eyes that are looking back at her predatorily.
In a low gravelly voice that only further increases the heat stored in her lower belly, the pink haired woman teases "Damn Rumi, I didn't know you were someone who would do such a thing while in a bed with people sleeping" and before the shame of being caught rises the red blush all the way over her face Mira adds "I like it" and leans in to capture her lips in a searing kiss leaving them well plumped and hungry for more.
Her hand still squarely over Rumi's twitches a bit as she pulls back from the shocked girl's lips to ask, "Did sleeping in the same bed as us get you so hot and bothered that you couldn't wait…or wake us up for that matter?" and the sultry way she says that last part makes Rumi's stomach flip and her breath catch. "I…I had a dream…with you…both of you" Rumi explains.
Mira's pupils dilate to an almost midnight black "Oh…So…Can I help finish what you started pretty girl?" At this Rumi considers pinching herself to make sure she's not dreaming again. It's almost comical how fast and pathetically she answers yes with a whine that's a little too loud for the time of night.
"Aw, can I help too?" says the voice to her left as a pair of strong thick thighs grind where they're twinned with Rumi's own. She turns and breathlessly begs please to the perfectly acorn colored eyes that now stare into hers with a reflection of her own hunger.
At once Zoey seizes Rumi's mouth and kisses her with the desperation of someone drinking the last coke in the desert, nibbling playfully at her already swollen lower lip. Zoey lets go too quickly as Rumi chases after her with a pout that makes the maknae laugh with delight. "It's ok Rumi. I'm coming back. Just getting these pesky pajamas out of the way" she explains immediately getting her head stuck in the shirt in her clumsy hurry to undress.
Mira's hand moved at some point and now it comes to rest gently at Rumi's navel drawing her attention. It's a good thing that Rumi is laying down right now because otherwise her knees would absolutely give up on life at the stunning view next to her. She was so busy savoring Zoey's mouth that she did not notice Mira undressing to reveal what should be in a museum because Rumi's imagination could have never conjured such a sublime sight of perfectly rosy plump breast, the tips of which are already hard and pointing straight at her like a beckoning finger.
"You like what you see" Mira says in that self confident tone of hers and Rumi might have well have turned into a bobble head doll with how much she nods, eyes wide and dark. "Good. I want to see you too. Can I take all of these off?" she offers grabbing a bit of Rumi's shirt fabric and shaking it around. Rumi hesitates for a single second after sitting up to pull her shirt over her head, her desire making her forget years of protective instinct from hiding her patterns. But that quick rush of adrenaline is tamped down when she hears the gasp of pure awe coming from both of the girls simultaneously.
Like magnets both girls immediately descend on each of Rumi's iridescently streaked breasts and she moans openly at the warm contact of their wet mouths to her hardened knobs. She looses herself completely when they both start to suck in tandem at the swell of her breasts and it's only when her head accidentally slams backwards onto the headboard in the throws of ecstasy that the moment is paused. "Ow" Rumi exhales reaching up to rub the sore spot. "Pfft, Rumi, are you ok?" Zoey asks trying to contain her laughter while Mira looks over incredibly amused. "Yeah, just got lost in the moment." the purple haired girl responds slightly embarrassed.
"Come here gorgeous." Mira commands taking charge and sliding Rumi back down on to the bed with a steady arm around her waist, as Zoey strips back the blankets that were covering them minutes before. Zoey nuzzles into Rumi's neck bestowing a trail of kisses and purple marks down the length of it while Mira's nimble hands grab onto the edge of both her kitten pajama pants and ruined underwear, "May I?" and Rumi almost cries at both the consideration behind the question and desperation of needing them off, "Yesss" she respond and without any further ceremony Mira complies.
The sight of her gags Mira who stares wide eyed and ravished "Holy shit Rumi, how are you this wet already?" "It was a good dream" she responds sheepishly. Her eyes closing as another whine is drawn from her by the shinkal wielding girl whose made her way back down to Rumi's breast and wasted no time wrapping her very naked thighs back around her leg.
Mira begins to worship every inch of Rumi with her lips starting at the ankles and following the trail of patterns all the way up to her collarbone where she leaves proof of her in the shape of her mouth. And this really is the best thing that has ever happened to Rumi, but she is at her limit. She needs them both now. She needs release least she breaks from the built up pressure. Her voice wavers with the request. "Please" she manages.
"What is it Rumi? Tell us what you need?" Zoey asks softly realizing her leaders' ruined state as she tucks a sweaty lock of hair behind her ear. "I…I need you…both of you. Now." she responds borderline sobbing but at the same time with an authority that shakes the other two. Mira grabs her by the chin shifting her gaze and asks with her dark brown eyes scorching her soul "How do you want us princess?". And of course at that a single hiccuped sob escapes Rumi, before she pauses and takes a steadying breath and gaining some of her composure back, albeit marginally tho.
With the same intensity of when she faced off Gwi-ma Rumi stares directly into the pink-haired girls' gaze and decisively says "I want you inside of me." turning then to the obsidian haired one "And I want you on my face". It takes the girls a couple of heartbeats to recover from the stupor induced by that candid request. But of course they would never deny Rumi a single thing, not now, not ever. So they both move to take their respective places.
Mira places a pillow under Rumi's hips and vehemently spreads her legs, the wetness of her dripping down immediately and causing the taller girl's girth to twitch in anticipation of being engulfed by the half-demon. Zoey decides to use the headboard as a perch for her arms as she clambers over the vocalist's face. She doesn't lower herself immediately, not wanting to overwhelm her but Rumi is ravenous and wastes no time in grabbing her ass tightly and decisively lowering the kneeling girl into her parched mouth.
"Oh my fuuuuck, Rumi" Zoey wails as Rumi begins the relentless assault on her clit, melting her immediately. Rumi drinks Zoey up like she's trying to get drunk off her, the juices spilling from the corner of her mouth and leaving hot wet trails down the sides of her neck. Just as Rumi is getting into a rhythm her tongue stumbles like the legs of a newborn giraffe when Mira's length paints over her folds like a canvas and pauses at her entrance.
"Are you ready for me Rumi?" asks a breathless Mira who's also struggling to keep it together amidst the scene unfolding in front of her, which is definitely the hottest thing she's ever witnessed. Rumi can only but nod and moan into Zoey and Zoey dutifully relays the message between pants "YES. She's nodding yes. Oh GODS…"
And Mira wastes not another second slowly gliding herself into Rumi and surprising herself when a loud "FUUUCKKK…" curse leaves her throat because the purple haired girl is so wet, and so warm and tight that it feels like coming home to the warmest hug, as her walls clench all around the very wanted guest.
It becomes immediately clear that none of them are going to last long as the act turns into a positive feedback loop of pleasure. With every thrust of Mira's hips, Rumi's ecstasy fueled moans vibrate against the shorter girls cunt making her yelp uncontrollably which in turn makes Mira pick up the pace on her trusts.
"Rumi…I..I'm so close…I can't…What do you want me to do?" Mira grunts holding fast to the last vestiges of her control. "Oh fuck, I'm so close too" whines Zoey from where she's perched, knuckles white like pearls where she's dug her hands onto the headboard in an attempt to hold on to her sanity. Rumi shifts her mouth slightly so she can pant her request then quickly goes back to her task. And Mira couldn't hear it clearly but once again the lyricist does catch what is said and immediately forwards the message like a prayer because, she is on her knees after all.
"JEEZUS FUCKING CHRIST!! She…agh…wants you to…uhhm…come inside…to fill her up, please Mira. Rumi. Fuuuuuckk!." And those words are the beginning of the end for all three as Mira spills herself inside of Rumi, whose walls greedily squeeze every last drop out. The intensity of the orgasm shoots up her spine like a lightning bolt that flashes and explodes behind her eyes as Zoey completely dissolves on top of her, their moans harmonizing together like they're recording their new single.
Zoey flops over to the side and Mira topples over Rumi unable to move quite yet as all three of them fight their lungs to make them breathe at a normal rate. After several minutes Mira finds her voice first "Holy fuck." "It was a holy fuck indeed." adds Zoey through weary giggles. When they don't hear anything from their third they immediately turn their heads to Rumi and like a bucket of cold water panic grips them when they notice the silent tears streaming from the half-demon girls eyes.
They move in sync without a second thought to bracket Rumi in between them, worry etched in their brows and this time it's Zoey who takes the lead "Heyyyy, what's wrong? Did we hurt you? Or did we do something wrong…or" "No" Rumi interrupts her laughing. "Not at all Zoey" she explains with a big smile on her face but the tears still streaming down confuse the other two.
"They're happy tears. I…I've literally dreamed of this same exact moment for so long and I just can't believe its true and I am just so unbelievably happy right now and I…I love you both so so much." she finishes as more tears and laughter peel out of her. And of course Zoey and Mira can't help but join in the waterworks as relief blankets over them.
"I love you too you doofus…both of you…so, so very much" Mira adds in between sobs and Zoey launches herself over the both of them as she wails "Meee tooo. I love you Rumi. I love you Mira. I love us so damn much. I'm so happy you're my girlfriends." The stay tangled with each other until the tears dry and all that's left behind are soft caresses.
"Anyone else ready to get back to sleep?" asks Mira absentmindedly tracing circles on the back of the sprawled maknae on top of her. "hhmmm, 'm already half asleep." mumbles Zoey and Rumi chuckles and says "I need to go to the bathroom, but yes, after I want nothing more than to cuddle up to my two hottie girlfriends for the night" with the rizz that comes from being everyone's type for years.
"Ok, Zoey you go grab some water bottles from the kitchen while Rumi goes to the bathroom and I'll swap the bedsheets real quick." Mira orders. "Yes ma'm" answers Rumi shuffling from under Zoey's legs who starts to get up lazily mumbling something to herself like "so bossy, you're lucky I love you" as she waddles down the hall. Rumi's legs aren't doing any better as they shake with every step taken to the en suite and back.
By the time she makes her way back both Zoey and Mira are already in bed taking sips of their water bottles when they pause to look at her like she's a fallen angel on earth and Rumi has to shake her head to stop from crying again because she's never felt so completely loved and accepted. Crawling into the middle spot she grabs the water bottle that Zoey passes her and downs it in one swig.
"Damn Rumi, you were that thirsty." Zoey says innocently and Mira laughs at that and adds cheekily "Obviously, why do you think we ended up naked in the middle of the night." "Oh shush both of you." Rumi says with a faux pout as she lowers herself into the covers. Both girls just giggle and move to close in on her immediately becoming a tangle of limbs and soft content breaths. Feeling her body getting heavier by the minute Rumi can't help but smile at the last thought that runs through her mind before drifting off into the most peaceful sleep —sometimes dreams do come true.—