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Taerae thinks she must have died and gone to heaven, she’s not sure how she even managed to make it there, but hey, she’s not going to question a damn thing.
Especially not with her partner standing in front of her, holding out a silk tie in their hands.
“Baby, I can’t seem to get it on, can you help me?” Matthew asks her.
Screw figuring out how to knot a tie, Taerae is still trying to process the fact that Matthew had stepped out of their room in typical black tie suit instead of the dress she had helped them pick out the other day they went to the mall.
“Tae? You okay…?” Matthew quickly shifts their gaze from side to side. The next time they speak, it’s in a quieter voice, “It looks weird doesn’t it? I can go change—”
“No! Please don’t, I’m sorry for spacing out.” Taerae places her hands on Matthew’s shoulders to keep them from running off to the bathroom. “You just look so… oh wow. ” She takes the tie and makes quick work of fastening around their neck, only getting her fingers stuck in the loops once. Afterwards, she smooths out a slight bump in the blazer her partner has on before bringing her hands to her face, hiding the pink heat taking over her entire face. Her cheeks are warm to the touch, and Matthew’s brow furrows inquisitively.
Taerae needs to act fast before she spontaneously combusts into flames, so she tries to put a bit of distance between them by silently, and with slightly stiff movements, guiding Matthew to sit on bed.
Fuck my life this is even worse! Taerae internally screams to the heavens.
Sure, there’s an extra foot of space between them, but now Taerae gets a full, front row view to how Matthew looks propped up by their hands on the bed, with their legs spread open leaving a perfectly sized Taerae space in between them. Worst of all, they’re looking up at her expectantly, pleading with their eyes alone for Taerae to say something, anything to give them some relief from the thoughts racing in their head.
It makes Taerae feel so powerful, yet so, so weak in the knees, and before she knows it, she’s falling to the floor in a pathetic, flustered puddle. A hand pushes her bangs up to press up against her temples. Taerae leans into the touch, before looking up at Matthew again.
“Do you not realize how fucking hot you look? Do you really have to go?” She whines, Taerae hopes her pout that Matthew constantly tells her is their kryptonite works this time and makes them stay.
“Baby, I promised the seniors I would show up for them, you know I have to go,” They run their hand through Taerae’s hair, and encourage her to rest her cheek on their thigh. “…Be honest, do I really look okay?”
She can see the anxiety building in Matthew’s body, their leg shakes slightly, Taerae can feel the subtle movements underneath her cheek. They’re chewing at their lip, breaking skin and leaving them raw.
Taerae takes their hand, and kisses their palm, the skin is clammy, “You look more than okay, oppa. You’re so handsome,” she turns their hand over and starts kissing Matthew’s knuckles. “And I’m so proud of you.”
Taerae’s words hit heavy, especially after the last couple of months.
Matthew had blurted out one afternoon that they were spending together reading on the couch that they were exploring their gender identity, and wanted to go by different pronouns. Taerae still remembers the way they had squeezed their eyes shut after, expecting some form of retaliation—physical, emotional, spiritual. Matthew had braced themselves for the worst, and Taerae threw aside her book to take Matthews’s face in between her palms. She massaged the tension out of their temples and soothed them as the tears flowed. Crying from relief, feeling weightless as the heavy anxiety crushing their chest dissipated with the hug Taerae pulled them into. Her arms wrapped tight around their body, holding their pieces together during a moment when Matthew felt like they didn’t have the strength to do so themselves. After holding in this revelation about themselves for so long, it felt freeing to share it with the one person in the world who understands them best.
Even still, they had asked Taerae multiple times, are you sure you still want to be with me? Is this too much — am I too much? Are you still attracted to me? Do you still love me?
I don’t ever want to be with anyone else. I will always choose you, I will always want you, no matter what changes on the outside, you’re still my honey, my sweetheart, the love of my life on the inside. Taerae had responded to them.
And every time after that day, whenever the gnawing, painfully critical voices started to become too loud in Matthew’s head, she would repeat those same words.
When Taerae was there helping Matthew into their first binder. Right after, they had put on a more fitted shirt for the first time in a couple of months, and the gender euphoria had them shedding tears of joy.
When Matthew’s skin felt too tight around their body, suffocating them, and making it hard to breathe. There, on their bed in a hyperventilating, trembling curled up ball, Taerae held their head in her lap and helped get their breathing back into a more regulated pattern. When the punishing inner voice was finally silenced, and Matthew could finally hear Taerae singing to them softly as they traced patterns down their arm and ran her fingers through their hair; Taerae would remind them of their promise. Yes, even when you're like this, I still want you, I still love you.
“Tae…” Matthew sighs, they look extremely conflicted now. A slight flex of their jaw and a bite to their lower lip. “Don’t start, I really do need to go. Don’t make it harder for me.”
“I’m doing no such thing, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Matthew narrows their eyes at Taerae, who simply smiles back at them, humming nonchalantly to herself and repeating a mantra in her head — stay, stay, stay, pick me up from the floor and take me to bed —
While Matthew does end up picking her up, they don’t take her to bed. Instead, Matthew asks her to walk them to the door and gives her a short goodbye kiss.
“Be good,” they whisper against Taerae’s lips, their hands grip her waist firmly, pulling her flush against their chest. “I’ll try to come back as soon as I can, okay? Will that make you behave?”
Taerae acts like she’s thinking really hard about her response, before ultimately settling with a classic, “Hmm…I don’t know…” Matthew lightly swats her butt, making Taerae burst into raucous laughter that fills the hall of Matthew’s building once they open their front door.
“Good luck, honey. I love you!” Taerae calls after them, peeking over the door to catch Matthew turning back around to blow her a couple obnoxious kisses. They yell back “I love you too, jagiya!” and it should be embarrassing, a part of Taerae does internally cringe at the racket they're causing in the hallway, but another part of her is just so in love with Matthew that the slight public humiliation is worth it.
Taerae does well on her promise to behave… for about forty-five minutes. She thinks Matthew should consider it a win. It’s a new record broken from the last time she promised to not taunt and tease them while they were out with friends and she managed to last twenty minutes.
Also, it’s really not her fault. Matthew started it.
They have the gall to tell Taerae to behave and then send her five mirror selfies of themselves at the event looking like a full course meal that she’s ready to devour, with not a single crumb left behind on the plate afterwards. She can’t believe that so many people get to see her partner look this good, meanwhile Taerae has to sit in their room all alone, moping around like a wife waiting for her husband to come back from war.
Two could play at that game, she decides after the third trip to the fridge doesn’t magically manifest any new snacks. Taerae skirts off to Matthew’s bedroom again and digs through their clothes. When she finds what she’s looking for—Matthew’s wrestling team jacket—Taerae grabs her overnight bag and changes into the little shorts she brought over to sleep in. Thankfully, they don’t clash too hard with the navy blue jacket, and she pulls them on over her hips. The shirt she came over in gets removed, leaving Taerae in a simple white bralette, something chosen more so for her own comfort as she lounges around Matthew’s place, but if she tries hard enough she can make it something a little more alluring.
As if Taerae ever struggles to do so when Matthew is the target of their seduction. They never shy away from expressing their unending desire for her, unless it’s part of their usual foreplay where they’ll both pretend to be unaffected by the other until they overheat and they’re clawing into each other's skin. A waltz between their mutual hunger, one foot in, one foot back, back and forth, side to side, until someone ends up pinned against the wall.
She lays across Matthew’s bed and opens her camera app, looking at her own reflection. Taerae fluffs her bangs a bit and tries to ignore how keyed up she looks already. Her nerves are already trying to make her stop what she’s doing, they tell her that she’s being ridiculous, she’s going to end up making a fool of herself, Matthew told her to behave—
Taerae ignores it all, tugs the zipper of the jacket up until she can pull open the collar of it and show off her collarbone. She takes a couple cute selfies to start—pout pointing straight at the camera, a cute wink paired with her tongue peeking between her teeth, and one where she’s cuddling one of Matthew’s pokémon plushies against her chest, resting her cheek in between pikachu’s ears with a closed mouth smile. The photos get sent off before she can think twice about it. They follow the incoherent keyboard smashes she had sent earlier that Matthew responded to with a couple cheeky emojis, and the one text that Taerae made sure they’d be able to understand— My Matthew is such a pretty boy.
She remembers the first time she referred to them as that, a pretty boy— specifically her pretty boy. Matthew had met Taerae for their dinner date outside the restaurant this time, dressed in something more masculine, smiling so hard they glowed brighter than the streetlights.
Taerae had told them they were giving major “pretty boy” vibes, and then hesitated afterwards, worried that she had overstepped somehow, that she had said the wrong thing.
She didn’t think it had been possible for Matthew’s aura to burn even brighter, but Taerae’s words had accomplished that seemingly impossible feat. Although extremely flustered, they ask Taerae through the hand covering their face for her to say it again, that it had felt nice, and they needed to hear it again from her lips.
So Taerae had taken Matthew by the waist, and waited for them to stop hiding behind their hand. With their gazes connected, and Matthew’s shy smile scrunching their flushed cheeks, Taerae fulfills their request.
“My Matthew, my honey, my pretty boy.” Taerae presses a soft kiss to their cheek. “All mine, right, baby?”
There, in the middle of the busy sidewalk, Matthew tugs her back in for a kiss that leaves the bystanders that happen to look in their direction scandalized.
Later that night, in the post sex haze, as Taerae massages the discomfort from Matthew’s back after wearing their binder for a bit too long, they mumble sleepily.
“I feel safe being anything with you. I think before I was anything, I was already yours.”
Matthew falls asleep quickly after that, and it leaves Taerae wide awake, staring at the moles on their back and the tattoos that creep up from their torso. Before I was anything, I was already yours.
The finality of it is comforting.
Matthew was hers before they met.
Matthew was hers when they finally did meet, in their early twenties and still with the awkwardness of a thirteen year old. An awkwardness that should have faded away, but only festered the longer they lived in their body that they denied it’s desired form. Matthew was hers now, as they lay next to each other in bed. The both of them have changed so much since the first time they first locked eyes, while simultaneously remaining completely intact.
Matthew would still be hers no matter how much more they changed in the future. Because as long as Taerae could reach into their chest, pull out their soul, and see that it remained intertwined with hers, she knew that everything would be okay.
Nothing else needed to make sense. If anything, she knew that they would figure it all out together when the time came.
Taerae texts, look what I found laying around, as if she hadn’t spent five minutes digging through her closet for said jacket. As if Matthew wouldn’t immediately know that she did so.
She goes back into her camera app and gets straight to work again. It’s at this moment that Taerae starts to feel a bit shy, the heat in her cheeks increasing as she imagines what she’s about to do. She tells herself that it’ll be worth it, Matthew is the one that started all of this after all! Taerae was just settling the score.
(And hopefully making Matthew immediately leave the event they were at the drive straight back home to her.)
Plus, Taerae reminds herself of her best friend Ricky’s words. Words that she had told her when she was first consulting her for advice on how to take sexier pictures of herself that didn’t make her look so awkward. Her facial expressions looking like she was prey being hunted down for dinner.
Well, first of all, you need to stop being so embarrassed about wanting to be a slut for Matthew. We all know you want to, we see the way the two of you look at each other, even in fucking public.
Also, you have a cute face and a nice ass, I’ve literally caught Matthew staring at it—no, I’m not lying, it was literally a couple days ago when you wore that new skort you bought online. Play up the duality—I’m sooo demure and innocent, how did my clothes end up all over your floor?! How did your shirt and this pair of sexy underwear end up on my body? Who put that there?!
Trust me, that shit works. It has Gyuvin and Geonwook eating out of my hands like the well behaved dogs they are.
The zipper of the jacket gets pulled down further, until it hits the neckline of her bralette, cleavage on full display. Taerae notices the straps have ridden down her shoulders, and she’s about to pull them back up when she realizes that no—maybe she shouldn’t. Because if she angles it right, it looks like she isn’t wearing anything underneath Matthew’s jacket. The edge of one of the sleeves goes in between her teeth, she lays on her side so she can bend her leg and let the hem of her shorts ride up until they just barely cover her ass, and the camera goes above her body to capture her form on Matthew’s bed, waiting for them, only ever for them.
It comes out just the slightest bit blurry, but Taerae sends it anyways, before she gets cold feet and deletes it.
Matthew had responded to her first couple of selfies with a bunch of hearts, telling Taerae that she looks cute in their jacket, and that maybe she should hold onto it. They obviously couldn’t say too much, most likely busy with their teammates. It’s fine, because she’s trying to achieve something else entirely.
Taerae sees when Matthew reads her message. The text bubble indicating that they’re typing pops up and disappears a couple times, and Taerae knows that she’s won.
Matthew: TAE. THE CAPTAIN WAS NEXT TO ME AND SAW THAT. WHAT THE HELL.
Taerae: can you ask them if my ass looks good then?
Matthew: ?!
Matthew: N O?
Matthew: please don’t tell me you’re not wearing a shirt under my jacket.
Matthew: please don’t do this to me jagi.
Taerae: why don’t you come back home and find out?
Matthew: I should just make you wait even longer instead.
Taerae: but you won’t, I bet you’re already heading to your car, right?
Matthew: 12 minute eta.
Taerae: good boy, see you later baby <3
Twelve minutes. Not fast enough for Taerae, but humanity still hadn’t figured out a way to instantly teleport bodies from one place to another, so twelve minutes would have to do.
She starts watching a random play through, letting the voice of the streamer drone on and trying to immerse herself in the game being played on the screen so she doesn’t fixate on how many minutes have passed by since Matthew’s last text.
It works, but also not really, because even though she isn’t checking the timestamp in the corner of her screen, she starts counting the tapping of her fingers instead.
Taerae couldn’t tell you what just transpired in the stream she was watching, because the number of times her fingers have tapped on the back of her phone probably amounts to five minutes, and before that five minutes had already passed, so technically, Matthew was only two minutes away if you don’t account for any potential traffic—
Matthew bursts through the door then, two minutes early and stirring up a multitude of noises as they throw their jacket, shoes, and keys around. They throw open their bedroom door and immediately zero in on Taerae’s form, laying on her side with an elbow propping her head up. The collar of Matthew’s jacket falls off her shoulder, exposing the freckles on her skin, and Matthew sucks a breath between their teeth that sounds like it hurts.
“Hi jagi, what brings you back so early?” Taerae asks as if she doesn’t know, as if Matthew needed anything else to set them off, when they’re clearly already boiling over. Not with rage, but with dizzying desire.
“You are so unfair—”
“—Oh, I’m unfair? You started it with those selfies you took in that bathroom!”
“ Yes , you! Do you know how painfully awkward it was to tell my team captain that I had to leave because of an ‘emergency’, when they were the one that saw your ass on my phone screen five minutes prior? I’m never going to live that down, oh my god —” Matthew paces in front of the bed, hands scrubbing through their hair, giving it that sexy, messy kind of look that Taerae drools at. They continue rambling, so much so that they don’t realize Taerae is getting off their bed until she’s grabbing their arms and stopping them before they wear a hole into the floor.
She holds Matthew by their arms, tries not to think about the fact that the muscle underneath the sleeves of their blazer feel even more solid than it did a week and a half ago, and starts backing them into the bed. Their eyes widen when the back of their knees hit the bed, and Taerae guides them to take a seat on the edge of it.
Taerae finds herself back at square one. Matthew is sitting on the bed, looking up at her and waiting . The rant they had been on cut off and abandoned, only bated breaths exchanged between the two of them.
She uses her hands on Matthew’s shoulders to keep her steady while she puts a knee up on the bed and then the other, effectively straddling their lap. As she slowly sinks down on their thighs, Taerae starts to tug the zipper of the jacket down. The teeth of the closure unlatch one by one, the shoulders of the jacket slip further down her arms. She can see Matthew’s eyes struggling to choose exactly where to focus, they shift from her collarbones to her chest, to the mole on her arm and the soft curve of her waist.
“Matthew-oppa,” their breath hitches. Taerae feels their hands glide up her thighs, and they sink their fingertips into her skin when they dip underneath the legs of her shorts. Taerae puts on her best pout and apologetic teary eyes. “I know I’ve been a bad girl…” Matthew’s expression softens, the grip on her thighs less punishing. Taerae softens them up, the anger from before that was at a boiling point making them now melt underneath her. She likes them this way, likes that they genuinely believe that she feels any morsel of remorse for what she did.
Taerae leans in to brush her lips against the shell of Matthew’s ear. She can feel the way they shudder when her breath tickles every sensitive spot on their skin, and hears the way Matthew gasps as their hands shoot up to squeeze her waist.
“…but what are you going to do about it, huh?”
Taerae lets the challenge sink in and reignite them. Pulls back and muffles the giggle that threatens to come out when she sees the incredulous expression on their face.
She gets to enjoy it for all of thirty seconds or so, before Matthew is picking her up and then tossing her on the bed like a rag doll. Taerae tries to get back up again, and finds herself quickly pinned down to the bed. She plays up the way she struggles against their grip, squirming and arching their back until Matthew gets fed up and presses a thigh against her own.
Matthew looks pissed , and it makes Taerae throb. “Oh no, I’m so scared —” She’s struck across the face, not too hard, but enough that it makes her cheek tingle and probably tints it a light pink.
“That’s enough from you,” they grit through their teeth.
Taerae smiles, she’s got them right where she wants them, and it’s only going to get better.
Sweaty skin sticks uncomfortably to clothes and bedsheets. There’s an abundance of slick coating her thighs. Taerae has no idea how long it’s been, she’s lost all track of time after the second time Matthew makes her spill in between her thighs from their fingers alone.
It’s rare for Matthew to get like this, completely domineering and practically rabid, using the strength they have over her to hold Taerae down and fuck her to tears.
But when it does happen, like tonight, it’s too good. It makes the time spent riling Matthew up, and intentionally pissing them off, oh so worth it.
She clenches tightly around their fingers as they bring her to completion again. Taerae’s voice is hoarse as she calls out their name. There’s black spots in her vision that she blinks away, and her body feels tingly all over. Taerae doesn’t feel real, and doesn’t believe her own eyes when she sees Matthew remove their fingers from inside of her to press them into their own mouth. They look possessed with something otherworldly as they suck her release off of their skin.
“Interesting how you taste sweeter when you’re being a fucking brat,” they say, licking at their lips for any last trace of her left.
“See! I was ultimately doing it for you, oppa. So you should be thanking me.” Even out of breath, Taerae doesn’t miss the chance to continue putting herself in hot water.
“ Thank you ?” they scoff.
“You’re welcome! See baby, that wasn’t so hard— ah! ” Taerae cries out as Matthew slaps a sticky hand across her thigh. “You’re so mean to me—your girlfriend who loves you and has never done anything wrong in her life.”
“I’ve given you everything you wanted, made you come four times already, and you still want to say I’m being mean to you, jagi?” Matthew gets up from the bed and goes over to the bottom drawer of their dresser, grabbing a bag and digging through it. They come back to Taerae’s tired out form on the bed with two things in their hand that make her eyes pop wide open.
Water based lube, and their dual ended strap.
It was so over, Taerae was not going to be able to walk tomorrow without there being a visible limp in every step she took.
Matthew pushes their slacks down just enough to fit the shorter end of the strap into themselves, too impatient to remove all the layers they were in, but Taerae’s not about to complain about it.
As a matter of fact, it awakens something in her, and she finds it insanely erotic how Matthew is fully clothed in such formal attire meanwhile she’s in nothing but their sport’s jacket and the flimsy bralette that Matthew tore straight down the middle. She feels debauched, Taerae is far from being a virgin and yet she feels like she’s being deflowered in a way that she can’t explain. She’s too fucked out and turned on to delve into the psychology of it.
The only thing she knows for sure is that Matthew is the hottest person she’s ever seen, looming above her as they plant their right hand on the bed beside her head and use the other to start looping her limp legs over their shoulders. When Taerae is settled and blessed with a kiss to either of her knees, their left hand starts slicking their strap up with some lube as if it was even necessary given the fact that they made Taerae come four fucking times —
Matthew slides in, right down to the hilt in one go, knocking the air out of Taerae’s lungs and the last thought that was in her head straight out of her ears. She tries to protest, but her words falter with every attempt she tries to make to continue the spoiled brat act, and when she tries to tug on their hair to gain some form of leverage over them, Matthew takes hold of her wrists and pins them back on the bed above her head. “Oppa,” Taerae whines, her voice strained, “it’s too much—too big—”
It’s perfect, it’s what she’d been craving ever since Matthew stepped into the bedroom in their new suit. Her libido thrust past the threshold and kicking up a yearning for her body to be turned out in several different ways.
“I’ll show you what me being mean to you is, and you’ll lay back and take it. I’ll make you say sorry for being a bad girl earlier.”
“There’s no way I’m doing that,” she rolls her eyes. Deep down, however, she’s trying so hard not to let her excitement and arousal cause her body to tremble. “Keep dreaming, honey.”
Matthew folds her in half and makes Taerae eat her words. The slight shift in their position on the bed makes their cock sink further inside of her. Taerae’s gasp practically punched out of her lungs, and she can already feel the tears prickling across her waterline from how much more full she feels. Her mouth opens and closes around words that fail to form, she’s rendered completely speechless. Unable to continue relentlessly teasing Matthew, the autonomy over her own body stripped with the way they have her pinned to the bed—
Taerae had Matthew right where she wanted them when she had them rushing back home to her.
And now Matthew has Taerae right where they want her after she played dirty to get her own way, underneath them, worked up enough from their attentive hands that she’s pliant and malleable. So much so that she can’t fight back — doesn’t even want to anymore — because when Matthew starts slamming their hips into her, Taerae’s too dumb on their cock to think, let alone have the sufficient mental capacity to throw witty remarks at them.
So Taerae melts into the bed, clenches her fists that remain in Matthew’s firm grasp, and—
“Take it—” Matthew grinds their cock into her, deep, punishing, the slide of it eased by the way Taerae’s pussy is leaking all over it, “— Take it, jagi. Be a good girl for me now.”
Taerae sniffles, “ Oppa, I’m —” she cuts herself off. She doesn’t want to say it quite yet, doesn’t want to give Matthew the satisfaction of knowing how quickly they’ve caused her resolve to crumble. It’s so hard, though, and just as quickly as her contrarian nature fires up, Matthew extinguishes it with every stroke of their cock over that spongy spot inside of her that has Taerae whimpering and spilling tears down the sides of her face.
“What is it, baby?” Taerae shakes her head, tries to turn her face to the side to hide her overwhelmed expression from Matthew. Wrong move, because Matthew takes advantage of her exposed neck to lean in and sink their teeth right into her skin, licking up the tendon’s until their breath is brushing right against her ear. “Come on,” they whisper, their tone soft like velvet, it makes Taerae shudder and moan as it caresses her ear and sends even more shocks of pleasure to her core, “it’s okay, you can tell oppa, come on.”
Taerae grits her teeth, but it’s all in vain, she can feel the words bubbling up in her throat again, amidst her aborted groans and trembling sighs, they sit behind her teeth, clawing their way out of her mouth—
And then Matthew releases one of her wrists to reach down between their legs. When they pull out, they feel for the small button at the base of the strap and press it once they’ve found it. They sink into Taerae completely once again, and they watch as her eyes widen once the toy inside of them starts to vibrate.
She had clearly forgotten that it did that, and now Taerae was utterly fucked—in every sense of the word. Her free hand shoots down to her mouth so she can bite her palm as a way to muffle herself in a last ditch effort to keep herself from giving Matthew what they want, but she’s too slow. Matthew had already anticipated this to occur, so they catch her wrist before it makes it to her mouth and pins it right back above her head.
“ Fuck,” they curse under their breath, the end of the strap inside of them vibrates right against their g-spot, and it’s impossible to pretend that they aren’t affected by it. “Don’t try to hide from me, jagi. Be a good girl now. Just two words, you can do that for me right?”
Taerae’s vision blurs from the fresh tears that she sheds. It’s so much, the head of the strap pressing up right where she needs it to be, her lower back arching as the vibrations push her to the edge.
“Come on, oppa will let you cum if you say them nicely. Don’t make me have to pull out, I want to finish inside of you, jagi, wanna knock you up —”
Just the thought of Matthew pulling out and putting an end to the pleasure that had her right there, about to come apart made Taerae cry harder. That’s the last thing she wants, so she swallows her pride and finally gives in.
“ I’m sorry!” She cries, “Mattthew-oppa, I’m sorry—” her breath hiccups, drool pools in her mouth and spills down the side of her chin. “I’m sorry for being a brat, please don’t stop, please — I’m sorry — oppa —”
Matthew starts grinding their cock inside of her with no intention of stopping. They soothe her as the volume in her voice increases, the constant, immense stimulation she receives makes her pitch rise an octave, “ There you go,” they feed the words into her lips. “You sound so pretty for me, baby, and you look even prettier, letting me fuck you in my jacket—hng, oh fuck . Go ahead and cum for me, I’m almost there too.”
Taerae tries to kiss them, but she can’t hold back the noises that come out of her, so their open mouths just end up brushing against each other with every thrust Matthew drives into her. She vaguely registers Matthew’s breath catching and turning into a keening whine, a slight falter in the movement of their hips as their orgasm quickly sneaks up on them. There’s sweat running down their neck, Taerae thinks about how she wants to lean in and lick it off of them, thinks about how Matthew would sound so cute when they whimper as she does so, and that’s what finally drives her over the edge.
With one last thrust into her, she’s done for, squirting weakly into the soaked bed sheets underneath her, some of it getting on Matthew’s slacks as well. “ God, that’s so fucking hot, jagi, ” Matthew groans as they feel her release soak into their pants. Taerae’s eyes flutter and roll back into her head as she lets out a trembling moan, feeling like her soul slips out of her body for a split second before it’s pulled back in by Matthew following right after her, crying out and falling limp against her chest. Their grip on Taerae’s wrist disappears as they fumble with the controls on the strap, sighing in relief once it’s off and no longer overstimulating the both of them.
With her hands finally free, Taerae wraps them around Matthew’s trembling form and squeezes them tight against her own body that has the aftershocks of her orgasm still coursing through it. She keeps all their pieces together until they’re both once again stable. Taerae could fall asleep like this, but she knows that if she does, she’ll regret it in the morning when she wakes up feeling sticky and gross. So she pokes at Matthew’s shoulder and stirs them out of the nap they almost fell into, they groan pitifully, and try to nuzzle back into Taerae’s chest.
“Oppa, wake up, we need to clean up and shower. I don’t wanna fall asleep like this.”
“Fine,” they whine, lifting themselves off of Taerae with a pout, and giving her a chaste kiss before they pull out of her. It makes an obscene slick noise, and Taerae feels her own cum running down her thighs and into the sheets. God they were going to have to change those too.
Taerae shelves that thought for later, because once the strap is removed and set aside, Matthew scoops her up into their arms to carry her to the bathroom.
“You’re going to have to hold me up in the shower,” she tells them. “I don’t think I’ll last two seconds standing on my own.”
“That’s not a problem at all, what do you think I go to the gym for?”
Showering takes them longer than it should, partially because of Matthew needing to hold Taerae up, but mostly because halfway through Taerae soaping up Matthew’s chest, she gets so horny at the visual of their skin slicked up and shining in the light that they end up making out in the shower. Matthew shows off their gains in the gym once more by holding Taerae up against the wall, “don’t want my jagiya’s legs to get too sore,” and they only break apart once the hot water starts to run cold.
Taerae almost wants to go at it again, but she knows that her body is all wrung out. What she really needs is to be cozy under the sheets with Matthew keeping her warm, and to sleep for 12 hours uninterrupted.
If she was still horny when she woke up (she was) she could just wake Matthew up for their turn (she ate them out until they cried).