#korienee

you’re not even sure where it started.

where the lines between friendship and dating ended and started.

it was tempting to see who was willing to burn down those lines first.

late nights, blankets cocooned around the two of you, legs tangled, stale cigarette smoke and cheap cologne put a mask on everything. none of it was horrible—there was something to it that made it comforting.

“…mattie.” calm. collected.

“mmh?” the red head beside you was currently hogging the blanket. all of it actually. too sleepy to even realize what he was doing.

“you’re taking all of the blanket.”

“no i’m not..”

liar.

“matt.”

“…”

“matthew.”

“what.”

his attitude was the final nail in the coffin. you were tired, cold, and let alone, atrociously bored. your boredom—no, curiosity got the better of you.

slowly, you rested your hand against his arm, leaning over into his ear with his back facing you, seeing where this new avenue would take the both of you. “mattie..”

“mmh..” you couldn’t tell if the sound that just came out of him was a whimper or a plea for ‘leave-me-alone-i’m-trying-to-sleep’. matt, to his credit (not because you’re his somewhat girlfriend, but because he decides to be nice) actually finally gives you half of the blanket back.

“you’re the best,” you whisper sarcastically in his ear. then a hand lands on your stomach. not hard, not rough, but just a simple plant on your stomach.

“matt what the hell-” then he turns and sits up, and next thing you know there’s a pair of soft lips on yours. gently. he tastes like cigarettes, and, something else that’s far more sweeter than sugar. using this as an opportunity, your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

when the both of you finally parted taking a deep breath of air in, you looked up and see the guy who was looming right over you. he was a looser who hacked into databases, and played video games, but god was he hot. the way his hair was messy from the tossing and turning in his sleep, the way his lips were parted and slightly swollen, and the exact way the moonlight that was filtering in and hitting him made him look ethereal.

then he finally got atop of you, just staring at you, the way your chest heaved up and down from the way he managed to steal your breath.

“i was never stealing the blankets,” he said, glancing over to the now-discarded cover that was pushed over to the side. “but you were—“ you tried to add before he cut you off, once again. “i wasn’t the stealing the blankets. i asked you if you wanted to cuddle, and you said you were too hot. so i assumed you didn’t want the cover on you.”

you hated him. not really. you hated his attitude. what better way to get rid of an attitude was with an attitude?

“..you’re crushing me matt. switch.” it came off more as a demand more than a suggestion the way you said it.

matt got off of you and laid flat on his back, staring at you. good boy.

he managed to read you like you just a line of code he was working with. a simple pat on your thigh told you to get out of your head and come and get on top of me. which you listened.

once you straddled his lap, his bulge was noticeable, not because you could see it—but feel it. him wearing a pair of sweatpants with no shirt, which somehow contributed to your arousal that was slowly building up more and more under the night shorts you wearing.

“can feel you, mattie.” you said, leaning down, hands pressing against his chest while his hand found your waist. you started kissing his jaw. “i know,” he said simply, then he started to move you against him.

“this okay?” he asked, looking up at you.

“always.” you replied.

“lay on your back?” matt asked. “wanna eat you. look so pretty.” that made your stomach flip and you immediately got off of him and laid on your back, face flushed, and something simmering beneath your skin.

“so pretty, so obedient..” he said quietly, positioning himself between your legs, pulling down the night shorts you wore. the cool air hit your cunt like a slap to the face, a quiet pretty whimper came from your throat.

“how are you already soaking wet just from me kissing you and making you grind on me for a minute?” matt cooed, pressing soft kisses between your thighs. “so mine..”

“it’s always yours.”

the atmosphere in the room immediately shifted after he said that. the AC that was running felt like miles away. matt’s eyes, which had been grazing your whole entire body stopped right on your cunt. a cocky remark died right on his tongue, he has wanted this for so long. the way your breathing had became impatient, you were wanting it—needing it. he wasn’t a fool; he was a genius and he could read the subtle shift in your breathing and body language better than anyone. it was clear about what you wanted, and he was sure as hell about to give you it.

the silence in the room felt heavy and charged. he looked up at you one last time, his blue eyes dark with hunger that was purely for you, before he leaned in. when he finally made contact, he was thorough and deliberate, his tongue tracing slow, teasing paths that made your toes curl into the mattress.

“hah— mattie—.. nghh..” you whined out, somewhere between a broken sob and plea for more. matt was a profectionist in everything he did, whether it was solving a complex case or making sure you felt every single sensation. he used his hands to hold your thighs steady, his fingers digging slightly into your soft skin to anchor you as he worked. he could hear your whines, breathless moans and how your breath hitched when he hit the right spots and it fueled his drive to please you.

“you’re gonna cum, yeah?” he lifted up for a moment just to come back down harder on you, his fingers finally joining in on the action prodded on your entrance, coating his fingers with your slick and his saliva. “c’mon, gimme something..” which you could barley make out what he said with his current position right now.

“p-please mattie— give it..— give it to me—“ a broken sob and moan came from your throat, your hands gripping on his hair tighter, and to any other person, it looked like that would’ve hurt, but to Matt, he was enjoying it.

“you’re so.. p-pathetic when you want things.” then a quick slap! came down against your heat. “matt!!—” and as soon as you said his name, his mouth was attached to you once again, driving you closer to the edge of your climax.

once the first waves of your orgasm started to make itself known, matt took that as an opportunity to make it living hell for you, with that being his two fingers—index and middle were inside you, searching for that spot that made you arch your back and cry.

once your orgasm actually started to hit, one of your hands left his hair and found its way to the bed sheets, grabbing it along with his hair. matt continued going, making sure to lap up all of the pretty juices and cum that comes from you.

he kept going until you calmed down, calming down as well and not going as fast, wanting to ride you through it so you’re not just sitting on a high.

you can still feel the heat simmering under your skin, and you can also sure as hell feel the pair of blue eyes that are staring at you too like your the most precious thing known to man.

“you’re so pretty when you moan.” and then matt’s fingers were in his mouth. “you taste super sweet too. ‘m jealous.”

“oh, shut up.” you said, voice cracking lightly. matt grabbed the comforter that you two were arguing over, and draped it over you.

“get some sleep, i’ll be here when you wake up.” he said softly, then laying down beside you pressing a kiss to your temple.

maybe you did have a thing for losers with red hair that hacks into data bases, is a fein for nicotine and plays video games.

and to answer what was said earlier, he was the one who burned the line down first.