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An hour ago, Gwiboon pulled every single piece of Tae’s dirty clothes off of the top bunk of their bed and dropped them on top of Tae while she was lounging in the bottom bunk playing some shitty horror game on her phone. “Do your laundry,” they had told Tae, “and I’ll be at the gym. Later.”
An hour ago. Which, by their reckoning, is enough time to have everything in the dryer. Or in the washing machine. Or at least in a lump of clothes at the foot of the bed. But when Gwiboon gets back home and looks into the bedroom, Tae is still just hanging out, covered in dirty clothes, nose buried in her phone.
“Come on,” they huff, pitching their voice high the way they know Tae hates.
"Come on you?” Tae asks, not looking up. “Sure. If you insist.” she smirks at her phone; Gwiboon narrows their eyes.
They choose not to respond to that and instead continue with their original thought: "If you keep ignoring it I’m still not going to do it for you. I’m not your mom."
"How are you going to complain at me,” Tae says, brattiness and petulance in every single syllable, “for not doing my laundry when you literally have your stinky ass clothes thrown all over the house?”
“It’s my house!” Gwiboon exclaims. “It’s my mess! I don’t want your mess mixing with my mess.” At least they know what’s in their mess. They know exactly where their mess is and what it consists of. They don’t want to know what filth Tae has left lying around their place.
“Wow,” Tae says flatly. “For someone that’s not my mom, you sure are homophobic like her.”
“What the fuck does that even – ? Fuck you. I don’t care. Just do your laundry.”
“I’ll get right on it, mom.“
"Call me mom again and I’ll steal your vocal cords out of your kneecaps.”
"I’d like to see you try, mom.”
That’s it. “Come here,” Gwiboon snaps, half diving onto the bed. “Give me that.” They grab Tae’s phone and then, just like that, they’re wrestling. Grabbing and pulling each other, rolling around, throwing dirty clothes onto the floor to make more room, both of them trying so hard to stay grumpy but letting giggles and laughter slip more and more, until things finally come to a close.
Gwiboon is victorious: they managed to get themself into a comfortable sit with Tae over their lap, arms locked behind her back and one leg bent up to her butt. Tae wiggles helplessly, her free leg kicking, and Gwiboon grabs that too. “Now,” they say sweetly, in the best of moods all of a sudden now that Tae has been put in her place. “Are you going to do your laundry or is mommy going to have to spank you?”
And then the strangest thing happens.
They expected Tae to start wiggling into overdrive, annoyed and embarrassed, but instead she goes completely still.
And she gets a boner.
Gwiboon can feel it on their leg, sudden and entirely hard. It takes every single fiber of their being to not burst into laughter.
“Let me go, I’ll do my laundry.” Tae is quiet, mumbling, the words barely audible into the mattress. Like she’s just grumpy. Like she thinks Gwiboon can’t tell. Like she’s hoping that Gwiboon can’t tell. “Gwiiiiii,” she whines insistently.
Like she thinks Gwiboon is just going to pass up this opportunity.
Brain working faster than it ever has in their life, Gwiboon lets Tae go but only enough so that they can wrangle her on to her back. They hold onto her arms and put a hand on her thigh, but Tae folds like putty underneath her, eyes huge and mouth pouty.
“I’ll let you go when you say it,” they smirk.
"Say what?” Tae asks, and it would have been convincing if her voice didn’t crack.
Eyebrows raised, Gwiboon finds her dick underneath her pants and traces the outline of it, watching the way her jaw clenches. “Say it,” they command.
Tae mumbles a lot of things that Gwiboon can’t decipher, a rambling, stumbling essay underneath blinking eyes and pink cheeks. One thing they do catch, though, is a half-hearted, "don’t want to misgender you,” and they snort, almost cracking up and ruining the edge that they have over Tae right now.
“Impressive that you came up with that excuse when you’re this fucked up,” they say, “but I know you know how it works. I’m not a girl unless it’s funny or hot.” And they know that Tae knows which one of those scenarios is happening right now. They play with the button of Tae’s jeans, popping it and then very very gently touching the tip of their finger to the zipper. "So say it."
And Tae, bright red, eyes scrunched shut, trembling harder and harder with each millimeter of zipper that Gwiboon undoes, whispers, "please, mommy."
Gwiboon is absolutely delighted. They didn’t even ask Tae to say please. So, of course, they have to reward Tae for her politeness, and they do it by smiling, "good girl.”
Which, of course, makes Tae’s dick twitch. But Gwiboon isn’t going to give her that much so soon. Not when they’ve just discovered this absolute gem.
They let go of Tae, gently nudging her to stand up. "Go do your laundry and I’ll –” they start, and then they don’t finish because Tae practically rockets to the task, grabbing every piece of clothing within reach with a rushed, "yesmommy.”
Gwiboon sits back and watches her go, extremely pleased with themself.
Four hours later, they stand between Tae’s legs while she sits on the bathroom counter and they blow dry her hair. The last remnants of a glittery bubble bath swirl down the drain and Tae is smiling with the lazy bliss of more nuts than she can count. "For the record,” she says, "I wanted to do the laundry. I was trying. I’m just an executive dysfunction gremlin.”
“Yeah, well,” Gwiboon says, rolling their eyes. “At least now I know a way to motivate you.” They’re definitely not above using sex to get what they want. Especially when they get to have sex with Tae. They finger brush her hair, styling it as they dry it. "Why didn’t you tell me you had a mommy kink?” they ask, annoyed only in their tone. “We could have been doing this for so long.” They could have been doing this since they first started dating. Gwiboon feels robbed.
“There’s a lot about me that you don’t know,” Tae says, turning up her nose snootily. "You don’t have to know everything.” Gwiboon rolls their eyes. Sure. Then Tae says, casually and brightly, “did you know they make pills to induce lactation even if you haven’t had a baby?”
“Jesus fucking christ,” Gwiboon hisses. They almost drop the hair dryer and scramble to catch it with both hands. "I hate that, I hate that you just fucking say words out of your mouth and make me listen to them in my ears,” they snap. Tae just shrugs, smile as wide as her face.
"Just mentioning,” she says innocently.