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“Baby I dropped an earring down the sink, can you get it?” Tai calls out from the kitchen.
Van, who is currently kicking ass while playing Hello Kitty Island Adventure just groans. It’s not like they are lazy, or even that they don’t like helping their fiance but Van is currently in the middle of a timed event in the A Ton of Shadows quest.
“One second babe!” they call out, hoping she won’t get agitated over having to wait five extra seconds, they are so close to being able to pause.
“Van, can you hurry up?” and that's Taissa’s I mean business voice, the one Van has seen her use talking to potential employers. It sends a shiver down their spine. Just a few more seconds- and- there they go!
Pausing their game, Van hops off the couch and strolls into the kitchen to find Tai not even there. Scratching their head, they turn in a circle until the spot the bedroom light across the room illuminated. They lean against the counter and wait a bit for Taissa to emerge.
“What are you doing?” Tai calls out, just her head poking out of their bedroom door.
“I was waiting for you. I don’t remember what you wanted me to do, lady,” Van really wants to get back to their game of Hello Kitty Island Adventure.
“I dropped my earring down the sink, I need you to get it out,” Tai says, just her head still sticking out of the bedroom.
“Why can’t we call a plumber? I don’t know how to take anything like that apart?” Van’s eyes are narrow, their fiance is up to something, they just know it. They weren’t short on cash at the moment so it wouldn’t be a problem calling a professional who won’t wreck their plumbing system.
They get about half a step towards their shifty fiance when Taissa yells out a panicked “No, don’t come here! Just open up the cabinet and take a look!” and then their bedroom door is being slammed closed and a very confused Van is left to do her bidding.
Sighing, they open up the sinks cabinet doors. They grunt as they get on their knees, not as spy as their teen self anymore.
Looking around, they realize maybe they should clean up underneath her more often because it's a mess of old cleaning supplies and a half used roll of paper towels for some reason.
They shove everything to the side and reach up to the counter blindly until they feel a pot that was sitting on the drying rack. They cringe as they smack their head with it on the way down, thankful no one else is around to see their little mishap.
Van sets the pot down under the P-Trap or Pee-Trap, would it only be a Pee-Trap if it was attached to a toilet. Would this P-Trap become a Pee-Trap if someone peed in the sink? They hear the bedroom door open then close again and they shake the thoughts out of their head.
Their fiance wants her earring and by golly Van will die trying to get it. They feel a brush of skin on their bare shoulder. Tentatively reaching out to… twist the pipe? They grasp it firmly and turn their head to the side, voice caught in their throat at the sight.
Smooth light-skinned legs led up to a silky shirt thingy laid across soft upper thighs. Tai had her legs crossed delicately as she leaned a hip on the countertop. She had a smile on her face as she dangled- her fucking earring.
“Tai, what are you-” Van is cut off by their own choked gasp as Taissa shifts her legs, giving just a glimpse of the fact she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“Well if you won’t take money, how ‘bout a drink?” Tai asks from her position looking down on Van. Van’s hands grip around the pipe, wondering if they were going to accidentally break it with how hard they were holding it. They know that line, they have heard that line at least once a year since they had hit puberty.
The fucking woman they married. They can’t believe their luck as they face forward, acting like they know what they are doing. “Alright,” they say, swallowing around the rasp of their voice.
They stand up, taking in the fact that Tai was dressed identically to the scene, Small black heels that accentuate their height difference and highlight toned calves. A black silk negligee with delicate lace around supple breasts. Even a little gold chain is laid across a bare throat Van wants to sink their teeth into.
“One drink,” they say, easing back against the counter with one arm, the picture of ease as Taissa stands to her full height.
“What would you like?” she husks out, voice buttery soft into the quiet apartment.
“Beer,” they answer, the script in their mind as easy to follow as breathing.
“Beer,” Taissa questions as she lightly runs a fingertip over the strap of her lingerie, “of course.”
They cross their legs tightly when Taissa turns around and they catch a glimpse of her bare ass.
Van feels like a predator as they are led to the couch, beer in hand. It’s not exactly on script, especially the way Taissa traces her hand down Van’s flat chest when she tells them to sit down, but they know a fantasy of theirs is about to be fulfilled so they keep their mouth shut about it.
Taissa sits down lightly in front of Van, on their coffee table. One muscled thigh crosses over the other as she takes Van in.
Van is, of course, shirtless and they wonder if there is enough time to run and grab an old tank top before throwing the idea out the window. They don’t wanna take their eyes off their fiance for a second.
“You seem uncomfortable. Do I make you nervous, Van?” it's practically purred out from full lips Van is damn near dying to get to taste. Tai has her eyes narrowed like a cat about to pounce and they hope she does.
“No,” confidence grows in their chest as they watch deep brown eyes watch them back. There is a buzz running just under their skin as they take a sip of their beer, making sure to take in the taste of the bitter grain.
“Thirsy maybe,” Tai says with an amused tilt of her head. The heat between them is already growing, like it so often does. Electricity sparks in the air at every little shift of bodies aching to reach out and touch. But Van holds themself back, knowing the prize is well worth the wait.
“Curious maybe,” Van says, trying to keep the growing excitement out of their voice. Blue eyes are drawn down to lace covered breasts, greedily taking in the way they move with every breath Taissa takes.
“Mmm, I’m feeling a little curious myself…” Tai trails off as she stands up, moving to sit down softly on the sofa. Van places their beer down and turns to face her more fully. “These are great scars,” she murmurs as she leans in, breasts softly gliding against a pale bicep.
Slim fingers trace over Van’s chest, just under their nipples where the barely visible scars lay. They are smoother than the rest of their chest, raised just a bit in comparison to the skin around. A violent shiver wracks through their body as Taissa takes her time touching them.
The first couple of months after their surgery, Van didn’t want anyone to touch their chest, not Taissa and not even themself. The scars had been sensitive to the point of pain with even the barest brush of fabric so any type of skin to skin contact over them was out of the question. But then they healed, as all things do and now Van can’t have their chest touched enough.
“Are you surprised to know that I know what these are?” Tai breathes out as she lightly scrapes a carefully manicured nail over their scar and just under their nipple. Fuck, they love when she’s like this, when she acts like she wants nothing more than to rub up and down their flat chest and purr.
The euphoria they still get from looking down and seeing brown skin against their own, flat chest allowing everything to be seen, is unparalleled. And add to the fact that their scars and nipples are now on just the right side of over-sensitive when they are turned on like this?
“Maybe,” Van breathes out, suddenly struggling to remember the script. Tai is so close, her body heat warming their very soul as she continues to lightly stroke left and right across their chest.
If this was anyone else, Van would probably think the way the ring on her left hand ring finger brushing across a pink nipple was mere coincidence. Was just a byproduct of the motion of an eager hand. But this isn’t just anyone.
This is Tai, who went through all the trouble of buying a screen accurate outfit. Of studying lines and setting this whole thing up as a surprise to Van. This is a Tai who does nothing by accident, so they know the small brushes against their hand nipples are on purpose, no matter how much it seem otherwise.
Van can feel their eyes wanting to close at the gentle caresses, at the way Tai’s hand on their chest feels so fucking good but it’s gone before they can. Gone before Van can embarrass themself by jumping right into sex instead of playing out the scene as intended.
“You know a tattoo is a type of scar,” Tai says, all predators gaze and sharp teeth as she speaks. She’s sitting straight up now, perfect posture making her tits more visible to Van’s wandering eyes. A hand comes up to play with the small strap of the black negligee and brings it down, another hand cupping a breast to keep fabric over it.
Van’s mouth goes dry as they spot the incredibly real looking rose tattoo that hadn't been on their fiance even an hour ago. They would blame their staring at her boobs as the reason they hadn’t noticed it. But given the fact that it's on her boobs … not the time to be thinking of such things.
“It was so sore for a long time after, I couldn’t even touch it,” Tai teases at the soft flesh, running her fingers over the tattoo in a way that isn’t dissimilar to the way she was feeling Van’s chest. They can feel themself leaning in on instinct, seeking contact even if it’s a bit too early. “Now I love the way it feels,” and then Van’s hand is being grabbed and a bolt of pure arousal goes straight to their clit.
“Why are you doing this?” Van finds themself saying in a daze as their thumb traces over the rose, mesmerised by the light heft of Tai’s breast. They had felt them a million times before, but that doesn’t stop them from enjoying this moment like it was their first time. Afterall, when does a sunset stop being beautiful?
“Isn’t it obvious?” she asks, voice clearly betraying the way she’s impressed Van is still on script, even if they may be improving the way they have been not so subtly getting closer. Their thighs are touching, silk meeting soft cotton as they press together. “I’m trying to seduce you.”
And then Tai lets out a soft gasp as a pale thumb brushes across her nipple.
Van leans in further, teasing Tai’s breast as their lips meet the shell of her ear. “Why?”
“Because I wanted to,” and then she gasps, heaving breath just forcing her soft tits further into eagerly groping hands.
Van’s touch is just on the right side of mean, pulling harshly at the mound before pinching a hard nipple. They are only stopped by a light-skinned hand cupping their own.
“I know you don’t believe me… Let me prove it to you,” and then an index finger is being brought past full lips and into a waiting mouth. Van holds back the whimper in their throat as Tai swirls the tip of their finger with a wet tongue.
Gentle suction envelopes their digit in the exact way Taissa likes to suck them off when she’s trying to make them break down into a quiet sobbing mess. They can feel themself grow wetter and wetter still as Tai lifts her eyes, taking them in deeper and making a show of moaning around them.
This woman is fucking insane.
Van’s finger is released with a soft pop and then it’s being led down and under Taissa’s negligee. They can’t help the guttural groan that leaves them as they’re pressed against soaked folds. Tai is so soaked even her clit is wet, not needing Van to spread her around.
She lets go of Van’s hand in favor of grasping into their shoulders, her back bowed as they explore her.
Van can’t see anything from this angle, being pressed tightly against their fiance as they are, but they can still see her in their mind's eye.
Tai’s cunt already spread open in anticipation, leaking wetness down her barely spread thighs. Van’s fingers on her clit, hard and throbbing as it just barely peeks out of its hood. Her lips puffy and blood warm as Van slides down them. Thighs trembling just a little as Van slides lower and lower to gather more wetness, like it’s needed. Van can perfectly picture the way her cunt is blushing and needy as they tease everywhere but where they are needed. Neatly trimmed hairs tickling the inside of Van’s wrist as they tease at Tai’s bare pussy.
“You planned this whole thing,” Van accuses as they run their nose along the shell of Tai’s ear. She has her earrings in so Van can’t suck at sensitive lobes like they want to, but they can tease her in other ways. “Getting this outfit, acting like something was stuck in the drain…”
They trail off, just taking in the heavy breathing and little whimpers slipping out of Tai’s mouth. They can feel their clit slowly throb every time the slick sounds of their fingers slipping in and out Taissa is loud enough to reach their ears. They wonder how long she’s been wet for, how long she’s been planning this for.
They let their fingers work in a ceaseless rhythm, pushing in deep enough that they swear they are touching her cervix and then curling their fingers lightly every time they pull out, just the way Tai likes it. Just the way that keeps her close to the edge and desperate and keening and begging for release.
“How long have you been planning this Tai?” they ask as they use their body to push her down. “How long have you been waiting to do this so I can fuck you stupid?” they ask as their arm keeps pumping away, making slick sounds on every thrust.
She’s so fucking tight it feels like heaving gripping Van’s fingers and they love Taissa so much when she puts a flexed thigh between their own, giving them something to grind onto. But, unluckily for her, that's not what they are in the mood for right now.
“How fucking long Tai?” they ask as they suck a dark nipple into their mouth. They shove the thigh between their own away and spread Tai’s legs out and up, pinning one to her chest as the fuck into her using their hips for leverage.
“Weeks,” she gasps out when Van bites at a nipple. They can fucking feel just how much she likes the pain of the bite, can fucking feel how her cunt grips them just that much harder. “Since the- ahh- the last time we watched it. Fuck Van keep going!”
“Weeks huh,” they tease as they raise up onto an elbow, gently gripping at the back of a sweaty neck. Their hips are pumping and pushing their fingers into Tai as an ever increasing rhythm. The breathy moans hitting their ears just drives them on to fuck their girl harder, faster. “You’ve been waiting for this for weeks? You’ve been getting wet thinking about how to drive me crazy for weeks?”
Tai can’t answer, too close to her impending orgasm, but Van doesn’t mind. They keep up the meaningly babble all the same knowing Tai gets off on their voice. When they command Tai to play with her clit she does so quickly, hand lightning fast as it reaches between both of their bodies.
Her other hand comes to lay on their now sweaty chest fingers sliding down before she’s able to grip onto their side with blunt nails.
The sensation stings in the best way and Van sucks on their teeth to keep from making any noise. The way Taissa sounds right now, fucked out and drunk off Van is too good for it to be drowned out my their own pathetic whimpers.
“Are you close?” they pant out, lowering themself down so they can feel Tai’s bouncing tits brushing against their chest on every thrust. “Are you going to cum for me? Cum around me?”
Tai just nods, eyes squeezed shut. Her fingers are working frantically between her legs. Looking down between them, Van can see the up and down motions Tai always makes when she’s about to cum.
“Use your words, pretty lady,” they coo meanly, smiling when Tai’s brows furrow in concentration. She’s clearly struggling to form words and it makes them fuck her even harder.
“I’m close,” she whines out, eyes opening up wide as she looks at Van. “I’m so fucking close, don’t stop!” Her normally dark eyes are almost black with how wide blown her pupils are and she’s nodding mindlessly at every thrust of strong fingers. “Kiss me, please.”
And Tai only gets like this, asking Van to kiss her, when she’s right about to fall over the edge so Van obliges. Wet tongues slide past each other and Van sucks on Tai’s until her head is thrown back and legs are shaking.
Van stops for just a second, just to really feel the wonderful way Taissa is fluttering around their fingers before they start thrusting again. They fuck her through her orgasm, keeping her legs spread even as they attempt to close when pleasure tips over into overstimulation.
They aren’t done with her yet.