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“I mean Zoey’s nice, I guess. But she’s pretty loud.”
The rest of the audio from whatever popular kpop podcast video was playing got garbled as Zoey’s phone hit the couch and slid to bury itself halfway into the fluffy blanket covering the cushions.
However, she still heard bits like “she needs to turn her volume down sometimes” and “she just doesn’t know when to shut up” and “I wish she would just be quiet” as it tumbled away.
“I know I’m a lot but they don’t have to be so outright about it,” Zoey snarled, crossing her arms and turning her head away from the device she just threw. The video continued to play but was no longer discernible in its muffled state. However, even sporting an indignant pout was not enough to get the anger out.
She scoffed, “The audacity to have such an obvious negative bias when they’re supposed to just be doing a regular deep dive, ugh. They might as well have just said I’m too much.”
An arm snaked around her waist and her body was shifted as she was pulled to snuggle against the side of her partner. Instinctively, she relaxed with a defeated sigh.
Mira pressed a tender kiss to Zoey’s temple. “You’re not too much, baby,” she said, lips still pressed to her head. When she pulled away she went back to whatever she was scrolling through on her phone. After a beat, Mira added, “We’re never accepting any promotional offers with them thanks to that shit. That’s so unprofessional of them.”
Zoey giggled softly and leaned further into her girlfriend, peeking at her screen. Mira continued to scroll through what Zoey now saw were some fashion design inspo boards. Turning her head back in, she nuzzled her nose against the underside of Mira’s jaw, hiding the small smile that formed with the giddy feeling of Mira being so instantly protective, “You’re biased. I’m your girlfriend.”
“Not biased,” Mira countered instantly but didn’t turn her gaze away from her research. Even still, she doubled down, “But if you want to talk about biases, I love Zoey from HUNTR/X. Her energy is unmatched and she lights up the entire stage with her breathtaking presence. She’s been my favorite since day one.”
Zoey bit her lip and shoved down the little delighted squeal that tried to crawl its way out of her throat. Something about Mira being so nonchalant about defensive compliments was pretty hot.
Or at the very least, it made her very flustered.
“Well I like Mira.”
“Oh yeah? What about her?”
“Well she’s the visual for a reason, how could she not be after combining her stunning looks with her eye catching creativity in designing? Plus, watching her dance is thrilling enough to knock you completely off your feet. She’s so tough and cool and you can tell she really has a passion for what she’s doing. All of that plus, you would never guess, she’s just a big teddy bear at heart,” Zoey snickered.
“Tch,” Mira clicked her tongue and huffed lightly, “Am not.”
“Are too,” Zoey grinned, kissing her cheek.
Mira shrugged, “Eh, she’s cool too then, I guess. I think I’ll stick to liking Zoey, though. I’ll stay a Zimp for life.”
“What’s a Zimp?” Zoey giggled and lightly hit Mira’s arm while Mira just kissed her forehead.
“It’s what your fanbase calls themselves. They’re Zoey simps. I think they’re trying to outdo me,” Mira chuckled.
Zoey stared up at her girlfriend’s lovely face, at the moment still looking down at her phone instead of her.
“Their efforts are in vain. I’m all yours. You have my whole heart, Mira.”
Her eyes left her phone and flicked to the girl beside her and inner Zoey did a little happy dance as Mira’s mouth twitched into a small smile.
They kissed, one humming contentedly and the other trying not to break it early by smiling too wide.
“I love you, Zo.”
“I love you too, Mir.”
Zoey kissed the crook of her Mira’s neck briefly before pressing her face into it fully. She felt the slight vibration in Mira’s throat that came from her gentle hum, “Mm, that’s good.”
***
Zoey puffed out a heated breath as her eyes locked onto the glow in the dark stars on her ceiling. It was immediately followed by a soft whine that she couldn’t bite back anymore.
A hand roughly pressed her wiggling hips back down into the mattress until they stilled. And only because the gentle and attentive tongue flicking had stopped.
“Stop moving.”
Zoey looked down at the dilated brown eyes staring at her from between her thighs.
Any emotion she could have analyzed from them was indecipherable when her own eyes were clouded by the haze of pleasure she was floating in.
Mira ran her tongue over her lips to clean the remnant wetness off, whatever she didn’t slurp up herself during her sloppy makeout with Zoey’s throbbing pussy.
Zoey whined again, this time at her, “Mira, please.”
Mira just gave her a small amused smirk and cocked eyebrow. She repeated, sharper than before, “Then, stop moving.”
Zoey didn’t really mean to fully ignore the command, but she was so desperate for more she thrust her hips towards Mira’s face without warning. Both of Mira’s hands shot out and wrestled her back down.
Zoey let out a tiny “oof” as the wind was momentarily knocked out of her.
Mira huffed and shook her head. She pursed her lips so Zoey got hopeful her clit was about to be generously tended to but her hope died quickly as Mira instead blew air lightly onto the wet mess in front of her.
An even louder whine ripped from Zoey’s lips as she shivered, contracting around nothing. What she would give to have literally anything. She needed Mira back on her, or even better in her; fingers, tongue, strap, it didn’t matter.
“Mira.” Zoey squirmed, trying to wiggle out of her grip. When that didn’t work, Zoey tried to worm her own hand down to try and relieve some of the tension causing her to ache.
“Uh uh,” Mira scolded, grabbing it without effort and pining it to her side.
“Mmmnh!” Zoey whimpered through her frustration, “Please, Mira. Please!”
“For someone who doesn’t want to be called loud, you’re being pretty noisy,” Mira chuckled, her voice dangerously low. She crawled further up on the bed, running her hands up Zoey’s body as she slid up to be face to face.
Zoey’s cheeks flushed red, giving her freckles a different background for Mira to admire as she kissed them. She nudged Zoey’s face to the side with her own, continuing the onslaught of kisses on the way to her ear before she growled, “You’re supposed to prove them wrong, aren’t you, baby?”
“Don’t you want to show them your control, hm?” Mira chuckled. Her hand ran down Zoey’s stomach. She deepened the pressure as she rubbed past her pubic bone, pressing into her as she got closer to her pussy.
Zoey’s hips bucked as fingers slid in between her folds, not giving her the relief of pushing past her entrance and instead pinching lightly around it. “Ah, Mir-”
“Won’t it be exciting to see if you can even stay quiet?” Mira hummed.
Zoey sucked in a breath, her chest feeling like it was working overtime to keep a steady pace as it fought her pounding heart going a mile a minute.
Mira hissed to emphasis herself as she whispered breathily into her ear, “Does loud Zoey from HUNTR/X who can’t shut up have volume composure when she’s getting fucked senseless? I wonder…”
Mira’s finger danced around her clit, drawing slow gentle circles into it.
Zoey’s lips parted slightly as her insides did a flip in anticipation.
Please, please, please.
“I’m going to ruin you, Zoey. And this time you’re not allowed to scream through it. You’re just going to take it silently without protest, okay?” Mira spoke roughly, nipping at Zoey’s earlobe.
Zoey thrusted lightly into the air. Mira’s finger slipped from its makeshift pedestal but it easily slid back on. Zoey’s dazed face turned to look at Mira’s who had on an amused smirk, “You’d like that wouldn’t you? Even if I have to hold your mouth shut with one hand while I fuck the shit out of you with my other, mmm? How's that sound?”
Mira switched from the slow rubbing on her swollen nub to tapping lightly. The rhythm of her fingertips repetitively hitting her erect clit was given a melody through Zoey crying out softly.
It felt absurdly addicting, Zoey wondered if she’d cum from just the clit smacking alone.
“Color?” Mira murmured against her skin, as she began to deliver open mouth kisses to her lower neck.
“Green,” Zoey affirmed immediately, “You can be meaner, baby. We talked–mmph!”
“I know, jagi. Just checking,” Mira hummed lovingly. She planted one last kiss to her collar bone before starting to head down again.
Zoey frowned as Mira’s hand disconnected contact from her pulsing core. She propped herself up on her elbows to watch her girlfriend’s descent and was rewarded as Mira’s now unoccupied hand and its partner unclasped her hips and slid up to knead her breasts.
Zoey threw her head back, exposing her neck as her mouth opened with a pornagraphic moan.
“Hey.”
She lifted her head again. Mira met her lust-filled gaze with a stern glare. “I said quiet, remember? You can do that for me, can’t you baby?”
Zoey nodded quickly, “Right. I can do that.”
“Good girl.”
Fuuuuck…
Praise paired with Mira starting to tug lightly at her nipples was almost enough for her to immediately break her promise. She strangled down the sound that threatened to burst out of her heaving chest.
Zoey shivered again despite feeling nothing but a persistent heat. Her eyelids felt naturally heavy once again and she shut them slowly as she started to lower herself onto the bed.
“Cause if you get too loud, I’ll stop. And you’re not cumming until we have another day to ourselves.”
Zoey’s eyes shot open, “What? Mira, that’s not fair, we don’t have another break for ages!”
There was nothing to see except a poker face looking back at her from between her legs, “Then you better stay quiet. Easy.”
And her mouth enveloped her cunt with one swoop of her head, spasms shooting through Zoey’s legs as she gasped.
“We– holy fuck– we don’t– mnh!” Zoey tried to speak as Mira put her whole soul into devouring the girl beneath her.
“Quiet,” Mira growled, releasing Zoey’s tits and digging her fingernails into Zoey’s thighs, bracketing them around her face for leverage. She squeezed firmly every time Zoey made a sound any louder than the acceptable whimpers.
Mira rubbed at Zoey’s entrance with her tongue. She infuriatingly refused to penetrate still, instead alternating between flattening her tongue and pressing against it or teasingly torturing Zoey with the tip skimming through her folds.
Zoey slapped a hand over her mouth to muffle the whine that would have echoed throughout the whole room.
Whispering brokenly, “We don’t– ah– we don’t even have to be quiet. The entire tower is ours. The penthouse is 3 floors away from the closest staahh– stafffuuuck– Mira, please.”
“Well…if you think this isn’t appropriate to try, I guess we should stop,” Mira mumbled into her pussy, rubbing circles into Zoey’s legs with her thumbs as she worked. She paused to look up at Zoey with an expression that read she was ready to pull away at any moment and Zoey immediately regretted interfering.
“No! Ah-” Zoey’s raised voice was immediately corrected with a sharp nip on her inner thigh. She whispered again, bucking her hips towards Mira’s face and stifling a moan when she reclaimed her, “Let’s ah– keep going, please. I’ll be quiet. I’ll be so good, pleaseplease–”
“Mmm, very good, Zo. Fuck you taste so good,” Mira moaned, “Good girl.”
Finally, Mira plunged her tongue into her pussy and out, spearing her delicately and easily working up to the perfect tempo that she knew Zoey adored because of how good it feels for her. Zoey whined and balled up the sheets into her fists, ruffling up her ocean themed covers. “Fuck, Mira. You’re always so great at that.”
“Shhh baby, you’re doing great too. And this is great practice.” Mira drew back for one second to deliver a loving kiss to Zoey’s twitching clit. Her lips were instantly replaced by one of her thumbs, studiously flicking to the rhythm of her tongue fucking.
Her pleasure skyrocketed.
Zoey buried her face to the side quickly, muffling a shocked moan into her pillow as her body jolted at the extra stimulation. Heaving and blinking rapidly, she lifted her head to admire Mira’s dutiful dedication. “Wait…p-practice?” Zoey breathlessly echoed, chewing her bottom lip.
Mira chuckled darkly, “Mhm. For when I need to wreck you in other places. Our dressing room. The dance studio. Places that’ll chastise you for not following the rules. Rules like; Be. Quiet.”
Zoey yelped as Mira dragged her towards the edge of the bed. She grabbed one of Zoey’s pillows and dropped it onto the floor. She settled onto it quickly and went back to making Zoey see additional stars to the ones she had helped Zoey put on her ceiling.
Upsides to a tall girlfriend.
The build up was getting to a point where Zoey wasn’t sure she could hold back anymore. But she was terrified of breaking Mira’s new ridiculous and torturous rule before she’d get the opportunity for a release.
It was not her fault for being loud during sex when Mira was giving her so much love to receive.
Entirely her fault. How dare she make her feel so good.
While Mira continued to plunge her tongue through her heavily contracting walls and rub her pulsing clit like her life depended on it, Zoey reached an arm down to hold onto Mira’s hair. Gentle fingers weaved through pink silk until Zoey had enough of a grip to push and pull lightly.
She begged, her voice barely a whisper, “Babe, I’m so close. Deeper, please.”
Mira’s eyes briefly met hers. Desire and love kept eye contact without stopping the dirty display of sloppily eating out her girl so her words came out mumbled, “Anyffing for you, bayby.”
Mira went in deeper, bopping her head lightly and curling her tongue with each thrust. She expertly scooped up every bit of Zoey’s arousal, not wanting to waste a single drop. And she used it as lube to spear her tongue roughly into Zoey’s pussy, fucking it back into her.
Zoey puffed out a few hot breaths and her eyes squeezed shut, focusing on the exhilarating feelings, chasing the high.
Zoey's legs began to tremble, prompting a satisfied moan from Mira, knowing the signs of her girlfriend’s breaking point nearing.
Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt.
What?
Did Mira bring out a toy? What was that sound?
She didn’t know if she was prepared for even more stimulation when it was already taking her so much effort to follow the rules. Zoey couldn't count on her fingers the amount of moans she had forcefully swallowed in the past few minutes alone.
Her build up faltered. She tried to keep hold of it but her concentration had already broken. She fell from the ridge so close to the peak as quickly as she had been brought up to it.
Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt.
Zoey, quivering, looked at Mira questioningly. She didn’t seem bothered or distracted by anything else.
In fact, Mira was so into eating Zoey out that her own eyes had closed in euphoria.
There was no loose hand clutching one of their typical buzzing toys nor a hint that Mira was hiding one or using one on herself.
She actually looked really pretty down there and Zoey wished she could watch it (and feel it) forever.
But Zoey could’ve sworn she heard–
Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt.
“Mira?” Zoey’s voice shook.
Instantly, Mira stopped. And Zoey involuntarily whimpered once the fun had ceased. Mira tucked a gorgeous loose strand of her hair behind her ear and then returned the hand to soothe the trembling in one of Zoey’s thighs, “What’s wrong? Are you okay? One of those days? Do you want to try something else?”
Zoey’s heart fluttered, she shook her head with a shy giggle. “Nothing’s wrong, it’s okay, babe. But did you…,” Zoey lowered her voice, as if it was a taboo topic even if it really wasn’t. Not for them at least. “Did you bring the vibrator?”
Now, Mira was confused, cause she really only brought out toys for when they felt like dabbling in some overstim and she was highly doubtful Zoey would be able to handle that and stay true to the new rule of the night.
But then, she too heard the–
Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt.
Both girls looked at each other, shrugging in unison.
Then, Mira’s eyes flicked to the corner of the bed and found the culprit. Zoey’s phone was lighting up, buzzing like nobody’s business. She chuckled, “It’s just your phone, love.”
Zoey snarled, now salty she was edged again by what she now considered a cock block she swore she put on do not disturb once Mira had started kissing down her neck half an hour ago.
Mira picked it up and handed it over to Zoey. Zoey glanced at the screen, “Oh it’s just Rumi. No wonder the call went through.”
“Answer it, baby. It’s probably important.”
Zoey groaned, “But I was so close. Can’t we finish please? I feel so pent up.” Zoey wiggled her hips to try and dull the ache still thrumming in her core.
“Oh one condition,” Mira smirked.
Zoey’s eyes narrowed, “What’s that?”
“Be quiet.”
Before Zoey could even process what was happening, Mira pressed the answer on Zoey’s phone and then enveloped her cunt. Right as the audio crackled to life, Mira started sucking on her clit and tongueing her pussy relentlessly. Zoey nearly screamed.
“OH-my gosh heEEy, Rums! What’s up?” Zoey stifled a groan at the end and prayed that Rumi wouldn’t hear it through whatever chaos she was dealing with on her end. It sounded like she was still at the convention so maybe she wouldn’t notice the call being weird.
“Hey, Zo! Sorry I don’t mean to bother you, are you busy? Took you a while to answer, I don’t wanna impose if you are.”
Mira stuck a finger in. Fantastically long. Fantastically evil.
“Nope!” Zoey sucked in a breath and gently smacked Mira’s head. She just snickered, continuing her dirty deed. “I was just jotting some stuff and set my phone down far away. Do you need help or anything?”
Zoey’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as Mira massaged her insides with her finger, curling it over the soft spot she knew exactly how to locate with deadset precision.
“Yeah, if it’s no trouble, could you bother Mira? She’s not answering her phone, I’m a little concerned. I’m sure she’s fine but I do need something from her.
“Mmhm! Ah– ahem sorry, voice crack. Sure no problem, give me a couple secs! Uh– one sec!”
Zoey hit the mute button with fervor. She hissed, “Mira, this is so wrong.”
Mira stilled her finger and pulled away from her pussy, meeting her eyes with a daring look, “Say kelp then.”
Zoey chewed at the inside of her cheeks. She could use the safeword, she was right. Mira liked to pull experimental shit all the time but Zoey was always free to opt out whenever she wanted with her safeword or hand signal. She could just say kelp–
“But you won't, will you? You like the adrenaline rush of being so naughty in front of Rumi. And there’s that part of you that wants her to find out. So she can join in and you can be passed between the two of us like the sex craving slut you are.”
Zoey’s jaw dropped.
“Um–augh! Mmmm…” Zoey rolled her hips as Mira started thrusting her finger slowly, slipping in a second one once the tempo stabilized. Zoey’s hand had a mind of its own. She dropped the phone in favor of keeping her ‘free’ one tangled in Mira’s hair and slipped it up to one of her tits, twisting at her nipple.
“Let me handle the phone call, baby,” Mira cooed, “I’ll even keep going for you too. You just be a good girl and stay quiet, okay?”
“Yes. Yes, okay.” Zoey sighed, relaxing into the sheets as Mira pumped in and out of her.
She took Zoey’s pussy into her mouth and unmuted the phone.
“Uurrghh,” Mira groaned like she was pretending to be groggy and waking up from a nap. The vibrations that shook up her enclosed clit nearly took Zoey out. She tugged roughly on Mira’s hair and released a tightly muffled moan into the pillow. “Mmph,” Mira winced a little at the hair pulling but played it off.
Add actress to the list of jobs Mira would excel at, chronologically after mischievous NAUGHTY top.
“Oh, sorry, Mira, did Zoey wake you up for this?” Rumi’s voice filtered in but from down where Mira was fingering and kissing Zoey. Zoey didn’t even realize Mira had taken her phone down, she felt like she was miles away, enraptured by the pleasure pulsing through her body.
Mira did some lip smacks…on Zoey’s clit. Zoey trembled, clutching the sheets and wiggling violently with the spasms that ripped through her body. “Yeah she just gave me her phone and ran away or something. But I was gonna get up anyway. Gonna rot for a bit before I get up tho.”
Mira pulled away from Zoey, shifting their bodies so she could finger Zoey with one hand and rub her clit with the other plus have enough leverage to be able to still the fidgety girl beneath her. She was still generally close to the phone, having angled it to where it’d hopefully pick up more of Mira’s voice and less of the little shlick shlick of Zoey’s arousal lubing up Mira’s toe curling thrusts.
“Oh…gotcha, yeah, sure…”
Zoey’s eyebrows crinkled. Did Rumi seem stunned over some realization? Could she hear what they were doing?
“Rumi.” Mira’s stern voice came after a beat.
“Huh?”
“You woke me up for a reason right?”
“Oh! Oh yeah, uh well I was asked for it earlier but I don’t think you saw my texts, I need you to add me to the choreo breakdown doc, there’s…”
Rumi’s voice faded out as Zoey tried to concentrate on her breathing. She could barely make out any details of their back and forth. Zoey was losing her mind trying to stay silent while Mira pistoned into her, no where close to letting up.
She let go of her tit to snatch the closest thing (a stuffed turtle) and let out a quiet whimper into it. She felt Mira go a little rougher with the next couple thrusts like that was her reminder to stay silent. Or maybe it was a reward for muffling her sounds.
She met Mira’s eyes and clenched her jaw, breathing heavily out of her nose to push away the impending moan.
She begged with her eyes. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Pleasepleaseplease– and she knew that Mira knew what they were saying.
Mira nodded at her and mouthed Almost done, baby. Just a little more. Hold on for me.
“...Then I got worried you weren’t answering your phone and you don’t usually take naps so I wanted to check in properly, y’know? Hope I didn’t bother Zoey…and sorry for waking you up.”
“Zoey’s fine,” Mira stated, eyes scanning over Zoey’s shuddering frame, on the brink of exploding, “Also, I don’t mind. I’ll send all that stuff over to you in a minute, gonna give Zo’s phone back first. And I guess next time, I’ll check my phone more regularly when you’re gone, worrywart.”
Rumi laughed lightly on the other end while Zoey’s face melted, pressing into the sheets and starting to go mindless at the overwhelming pleasure.
Another long beat passed before Mira asked, “Anything else?”
Rumi didn’t say anything right away but Mira recognized the silence as her biting her tongue. “Rumi,” she doubled down.
“I mean it’s kinda nothing…but like your voice waking up is…cool to hear, I guess. Super low…kinda nice. You could market that for the more raunchy gigs you do, y’know? Just a thought! Ignore me though, I’m no Zoey when it comes to ideas so…um…yeah.”
Zoey’s eyes shone with wonder as she looked down and a small glimpse of surprise passed through Mira’s face.
Mira scoffed lightly, “Mm…alright. Thanks. Noted.”
Rumi tittered, then very quickly went, “Okay, bye!” and three little beeps were quick in succession, signifying the call's end.
Zoey and Mira shared a look…
Huh…weird…
But there was no time to ponder. Zoey was teetering on the edge of another orgasm.
Mira felt Zoey tightening and grinned wickedly, “Excellent job, jagi. You were so good being quiet. I think you deserve a big reward.”
Mira shifted again, lifting from the edge of the bed to lay against Zoey. She altered her hand position so she could pound her fingers in ruthlessly and rub her clit with each thrust. Just needing one hand for that, she used her free one to support the back of Zoey’s neck and tilted her head up for a kiss that swallowed her whole.
Zoey felt how swollen Mira’s lips were after all her hard work and groaned at the taste of herself still coated on Mira’s tongue.
“Mir– Babe, please. I want to cum so bad. I can’t be quiet anymore,” Zoey whimpered.
Zoey was completely ruined. Her bangs were damp, either thrown back or clinging to her forehead with sweat. Her knuckles were white with how tightly she was clinging onto the sheets. Her tongue threatened to loll out of her mouth with each thrust that shook her body, she was basically drooling.
Mira hummed, “Hmm, okay. Next time you’ll learn how to have quiet orgasms but today you did so good already. I’m so proud of you, Zoey. You can let go now, baby.”
Mira’s pace quickened and a third finger came with it.
Zoey jolted, grinding into the intrusion with weak humping motions when she managed to find the strength to.
Zoey let out her first moan in a while, and it shattered Mira’s composure. She sounded way too hot when completely engulfed by shuddering pleasure. The noise only spurred her on.
Mira loved when Zoey was loud.
“That’s it, baby. Let it all out. Cum all over my hand because you were such a good girl today. That’s my Zoey. C'mon, c’mon–”
“MIR–Mira! AH! oooOHHmy– FUCK, you feel so good. So close. M–my Mira, my l-love, pl– PLEase don’t stop, dontstopdontstopdontst–ahp!”
Zoey shrieked, back arching completely off the bed.
Mira curled around her protectively, steadying Zoey’s quaking figure with one arm while she fucked her through the intense wave with the other.
She latched onto Mira, nails digging into her partner’s back, scraping desperately as she lost control of her limbs.
The sound of Mira’s hand pounding Zoey's cunt into the mattress got louder as Zoey’s cum soaked them and the sheets.
Mira kissed Zoey’s temple repetitively whispering iterations of “You’re so strong” and “I’m right here”, it was the first thing Zoey felt as she was regaining her senses.
She let out a soft whine as Mira slid her fingers carefully out of her pussy. As always, she did the little performance that always made Zoey’s face go red. One by one, Mira sucked Zoey’s release off her fingers until her hand was clean of it. At the final finger, she released it with a pop, “Such a good girl. My perfect girl, my Zoey.”
“Mira,” Zoey flushed.
Mira just laughed, “I love you, Zoey.”
Zoey gave her a peck on the lips, “I love you too, Mira.”