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Rumi sat on the couch, flicking through her phone, a rare sight to see her scroll through her social media. It was cute but Mira was bored.
She sighed, leaning against the kitchen counter, stirring her rapidly cooling tea as she watched Rumi.
Everything after the idol awards took time. Finding out Rumi’s demon heritage was a large pill to swallow, along with the lies. But Rumi was trying and the first step was to be honest. So Rumi told them the truth: not only did she have patterns across her body, but there was another reason she didn’t want to go to the bathhouse with them— Rumi has a penis.
Mira and Zoey had just blinked at Rumi, glanced at each other and said, Okay, and?
Of course they didn’t mind— in fact, it only made them want Rumi more, to see all of her for who she truly is. Patterns and dick included.
But by the way Rumi spoke of herself, insisting that it was nothing to worry about and not special, the girls expected their bathhouse experience to be a lot more tame than it ended up being. It was a genuine surprise to find out Rumi was packing above average— which also made it hard not to stare.
It had left Rumi flushed and cupping herself under the water, refusing to meet their eyes.
From then it only escalated, teasing Rumi like it was their full time job. The best part about it was that Rumi was the most painfully obvious and sex-repressed virgin on the planet.
During their first time, Rumi had busted the second Zoey had touched her dick skin to skin. To be fair, they had teased Rumi relentlessly, it was normal that she wouldn’t last, but it was still the hottest thing ever (and the most embarrassing to Rumi).
A wicked idea then entered Mira’s head. If Rumi could cum that fast from a single touch, how fast could she make her cum without actually even touching her?
Mira grinned to herself, tea forgotten on the counter as she glanced at the clock on the oven— 7:44pm. Then she stalked over to where Rumi was sitting, softly smiling at her phone, innocent and unsuspecting of what was about to come. Quite literally.
Mira slipped the phone out of Rumi’s hands, gently throwing it next to them onto the couch.
“Wha-? Mira! What did you do that-” Rumi looked up, confused and a bit irritated until Mira suddenly sat down fully into her lap, long legs fully straddling her thighs.
“For?!” Rumi squeaked out, body suddenly tense from the sudden weight. But it wasn’t only that, she could feel Mira brushing the most sensitive part over her sweatpants.
“Hi,” Mira grinned, voice low and full of underlying mischief.
Rumi swallowed hard. And that wasn’t going to be the only hard thing if Mira kept this up.
“..Hey, Mira. Um, do you need some- Oh!” Rumi began, but cut herself off in a sharp gasp when Mira rolled her hips. She felt her cock immediately harden at the unexpected motion.
Mira pretended to think for a moment before she ground her hips down again, friction dragging against her twitching dick.
“Hmm. No, not really, just bored.” Mira hummed.
“Mira.. what are you doing?” Rumi whined, already covering her face with her hands, trying to hide the flush on her cheeks.
Mira smirked and watched Rumi try not to fall apart underneath her as she rolled her hips a third time.
Her absolute favorite part about having sex with Rumi was that she never said no. She always squirmed a bit or hissed about them getting caught, but she never actually made any move to stop it from happening. She always wanted it too, she just couldn’t help being a worrywart.
Mira leaned in, pulling Rumi’s hands off her face and trailed her lips along her jawline, towards her ear. Her hot breath hit the shell of her ear as she spoke, low and full of purpose. “How fast do you think I can make you cum from just this?”
Rumi gasped, sudden and choked as Mira began grinding without stopping. She felt her dick twitch pathetically at the words, painfully hard and straining against her boxers and sweatpants.
“I-” Rumi tried, but Mira put her pointer finger over her lips, softly shushing her.
“Shh, no speaking.” Rumi blinked but nodded nonetheless. She could do that.
Instead she tried to put her hands on Mira’s hips, wanting to guide her to gain more friction. But again Mira stopped her, gently grabbing her wrists and pinning them to the backrest of the couch as she momentarily stopped moving.
“No touching either, tiger. Let me do all the work.” Mira placed a chaste kiss on the corner of her lips, leaning into her ear to whisper, “Just sit still and look pretty, can you do that for me?”
Rumi quickly nodded, letting her hands fall to her sides and gripping the couch cushions instead.
“Good girl.” Mira smirked, leaving a kiss under her ear before wrapping her arms around Rumi’s shoulders, beginning to grind into her with purpose.
Quietly Rumi whimpered, digging her fingernails into the couch as she already felt the heat coiling in her abdomen embarrassingly fast. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to force her body to slow down, to stop.
That plan went out the window the second Mira’s hot breath hit her ear, voice low and breathy, words beyond filthy. “I can feel how big you are through the fabric, it’s almost driving me crazy enough to want to ride you properly.”
Rumi loudly moaned at the words, her hips twitching to grind back against Mira, to rub and rut against her, but she resisted the urge, wanting to obey her girlfriend’s orders.
Mira knows what the words do to her, knows how much Rumi likes when either girl rides her, bouncing on her dick, looking down at her while Rumi looks up at them like they’re goddesses.
“Just almost.” Mira breathily chuckled, gently pulling on Rumi’s earlobe with her teeth.
In response, Rumi just whined, high-pitched and desperate, cock twitching non-stop and hips no longer able to stay still and trying to reach for more.
Then Mira pressed closer, body against body, so warm that it might suffocate Rumi. But now she was practically sitting on it, dragging against her cock slower but more precise.
Rumi sharply gasped, a needy whimper following the sound as her hands flailed to grab onto Mira’s thighs, bracketing her in.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” Mira spoke, hands threading though the baby hairs on Rumi’s neck.
Rumi frantically nodded, biting her bottom lip to keep from coming too fast, to hold on for just a tiny bit longer.
“Yeah? You’re gonna cum in your pants from just a little dry humping?” Mira panted softly into her ear.
The half-demon whimpered, nodding her head.
Mira chuckled low and knowing, like a loaded gun ready for the killing blow, “Such a big package considering you’re such a pathetic little demon.”
“Oh, fuck,” Rumi suddenly choked out and then loudly moaned as the orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks, back arching into Mira as she repeatedly spilled into her boxers.
The grinding slowed as Rumi’s erection softened, gentle panting filling the otherwise quiet apartment. They stayed like that until Mira slid back onto Rumi’s knees, leaning down to finally kiss Rumi.
Rumi kissed back, her body feeling relaxed and bonelessly good despite the uncomfortable stickiness in her underwear.
When they pulled away, Rumi breathlessly asked, “What was that for?”
“I told you, I was just bored.” Mira finally climbed off her lap, grabbing Rumi’s discarded phone.
The screen lit up— 7:49pm. Mira grinned to herself, she couldn’t wait to tell Zoey about this.