it started with a simple question — "sho, does scissoring actually… work? like does it feel good?"
she looked at you with a cigarette loose between her lips, laid comfortably in bed next to you. "depends," she began, turning to look at you, "do you wanna try it, pretty?"
you nodded, a faint blush appearing on your cheeks, cunt twitching at the thought of your girlfriend’s pussy against yours.
"that’s all you had to say, sweetheart. take your panties off."
shoko warms you up generously with her fingers and tongue, getting you wet enough for your pussy to glide perfectly against hers. when you’re ready and needy enough, she takes her own panties off, helping you get into position.
she kneels between your spread legs, one knee either side of your thigh, adjusting the position until her pussy is in contact with yours. you sigh breathily at the sensation, clit throbbing directly against shoko’s.
"mm, your pussy feels so good against mine," you say, trying to buck your hips greedily before two hands stop you. "be patient, pretty girl. i’m gonna take my time with you," she smiles faintly.
she begins to roll her hips forward, gliding the warmth and wetness of her pussy against yours, your lips slotting together perfectly — like you were made for each other. your eyes flicker between your girlfriend and her pussy, watching how your slick mixes with hers.
"mnn—need more," you whine, squeezing shoko’s thigh. the sensation was enough to make you feel good, but too little to get you off properly. you knew it was on purpose. you knew your girlfriend was teasing you just to hear you beg sweetly for her.
"my girl is so greedy, hm? say please," she taunts, moving her hips forward a few more times. "please, sho—stop teasing," you plead, groping your own breasts, body aching helplessly.
shoko hums, spreading your puffy lips so that her your clit’s exposed, rubbing it directly against hers. you moan quietly, hips stuttering slightly from sensitivity, your little nub throbbing against your girlfriend’s.
"o-oh, fuck—feels good," you pant lightly. shoko hums again, "i know, sweetheart. i can feel your pretty little clit throbbing against mine."
gradually, she glides her cunt faster against yours, clits bumping together in a delicious rhythm. your pussy begins to drool generously over hers, making a creamy mess — filthy, wet sounds coinciding with your moans and shoko’s gentle hums.
"good girl, making such a mess all over me," shoko encourages, moving her hips in circles, long strings of slick connecting your pussy to hers. she keeps your clit exposed, focused on your pleasure, snapping her hips forward until you’re whimpering.
you reach up, kneading shoko’s soft breasts, the weight of them in your hand adding to your pleasure. chasing your pleasure, you meet shoko’s thrusts, mouth gaped open, head thrown back against the pillows.
the way her wet cunt glides against yours has you hypnotised, slick covering the insides of your thighs. you felt so close to her — clit twitching needily against hers. "mnghh—m’close," you pant, thighs shaking, head spinning.
"that’s it, princess—mm, cum for me," shoko encourages. "keep rubbing that pretty pussy on mine."
her gentle encouragement pushes you over the edge, hands gripping her thighs tightly as you cum. your cunt clenches around nothing, sopping hole contracting against hers — creating even more of a sticky mess.
shoko rolls her hips perfectly to ease you through your orgasm, chest heaving with frantic breaths. when her movements come to a stop, you go limp against the sheets, muttering relentless ‘thank you’s.’
"don’t get too comfortable, sweetheart," she says, kissing your knee before climbing over your body, making her way to your face.
Synopsis: Toph discovering she's in love with her best friend. Based on this request.
Content: coming out! Toph realizing she likes girls and having an internal crashout, fluff.
The sun hung low over the training grounds, casting long shadows that Toph couldn't see but could feel in the way the earth cooled unevenly beneath her bare feet. She stood with her arms crossed, a smirk playing at her lips as she listened to the familiar sound of your footsteps approaching–light, quick, and with that slight drag on the left foot that she'd recognize anywhere.
“You're late,” Toph called out, not bothering to turn around.
“I'm exactly on time,” Came your reply, warm and teasing. “You're just always early because you have nothing better to do.”
Toph snorted. “Says the woman who spent an hour this morning doing... what was it? 'Skincare'?”
“It's called self-care, Toph. You should try it sometime.” Your hand landed on Toph's shoulder, fingers squeezing affectionately. “Though I guess when you're the greatest earthbender in the world, you don't need to worry about impressing anyone.”
“Damn right I don't.”
You fell into your usual warm-up routine, moving around each other with the ease of people who'd known each other for a long time. Toph could track every movement through the vibrations in the ground. The way you shifted your weight, the spring in your step. She could always tell when you were excited about something because you would bounce on your toes like it was impossible for you to stay still. It was one of the many things she's grown to love about you.
“So I was thinking,” You said, circling around to Toph's left side, “After training, we could go into town. There's supposed to be a festival, and Katara mentioned something about fire dancers–..”
“Fire dancers?” Sokka's voice interrupted from across the training grounds. “Did someone say fire dancers? Because I am extremely interested in fire dancers.”
“You're interested in any dancers,” Katara called back, and Toph could hear the eye-roll in her voice.
“That's not true! I'm also interested in food vendors. And–”
“We get it, Sokka,” Zuko cut in dryly. “You have varied interests.”
Toph grinned as their bickering washed over her. This was her family, chaotic, loud, and occasionally annoying, but hers. And at the center of it all, always, was you.
“Come on,” You said, voice dropping to that conspiratorial tone that always made Toph feel like you were the only two people in the world. “Let's get started before Sokka decides to give us another lecture on proper stretching techniques.”
“I heard that! And proper stretching is important!”
You moved to the center of the training grounds, and Toph rolled her shoulders, feeling the anticipation of a good sparring session. But today you weren't sparring, you were working on a new technique Toph had been developing, something that required precision and trust.
“Okay,” Toph said, settling into her stance. “Same as yesterday. I'm going to create a pillar, ride it up, and then you need to..”
“Spot you on the dismount, I know.” Your voice was steady, confident. “I've got you.”
And that was the thing, wasn't it? You always did. She ignored the flutter in her chest and focused on the task at hand.
Toph took a breath, feeling the earth beneath her feet, that constant connection that grounded her in the world. She thrust her arms upward, and a column of stone erupted from the ground, carrying her up ten, fifteen, maybe twenty feet. The wind whipped past her face, and for a moment, she was flying–truly flying, not just jumping or falling with style.
At the peak, she twisted, preparing for the dismount. This was the tricky part, the moment where she would be briefly airborne, unable to sense the ground. The most vulnerable she will ever be.
Toph pushed off, felt the stomach-dropping sensation of a freefall. And then hands caught her at the small of her back and beneath her arm, your own earthbending providing extra height. The landing was smooth, controlled, and Toph's feet found the earth again with barely a stumble.
But something was wrong.
Her breath had caught in her throat, she could feel her heart hammering against her ribs, and knew it wasn't from the adrenaline of the jump. Your hands were still on her back, warm through the thin fabric of her tunic. You were close, so close that Toph could feel your breath against her cheek and smell the faint scent of jasmine that always clung to your hair.
“Nice one,” You said, and your voice seemed to resonate through Toph's entire body. “You're getting better at the rotation.”
Toph should have stepped back, made some sarcastic comment and demanded to go again. That's what she always did. Instead, she stood frozen, hyperaware of every point of contact between you. Your hand still at her back, fingers splayed across her spine. Your other hand still supporting her arm. She took note of the way your bodies were angled toward each other, close enough that if Toph leaned forward just slightly she wondered if it would be enough to close the distance between your lips.
Oh no.
The realization struck her like a boulder to the chest, knocking the air from her lungs. There was this longing that settled deep beneath her ribs, an aching need to stay in your arms. This wasn't friendship or the comfort of platonic love. It was something far more intimate, something she'd been too afraid to name until now.
“Toph?” Your voice carried a note of concern. “You okay? You're shaking.”
Was she? Toph couldn't tell or focus on anything except the way her entire world had just shifted on its axis, it's fault lines cracking open beneath her feet.
“I'm fine,” Toph managed, her voice coming out rough. She stepped back abruptly, breaking the contact, and she immediately felt the loss of it like a physical ache. “I just need some water.”
She turned and walked away, her usual confident stride faltering. Behind her, she could feel your confusion, sense the way you stood there for a moment, uncertain, before the others called you over.
And Toph couldn't bring herself to stop walking.
☆゜・。・。・゜★
Toph found herself at the edge of the camp, in a small clearing she discovered weeks ago. It was quiet here, away from the others, and the earth beneath her feet wasn't as loud.
Toph sank down onto a flat rock, pressing her palms against the stone, trying to center herself the way she always did. But her mind was racing, replaying every interaction, every touch you have shared.
You always sat close beside her at the campfire, your shoulders brushing as though the space between you was never meant to exist. In crowded streets, your hand would find hers not because Toph needed the guidance, but because it felt right. And every time she managed to make you laugh, the sound would be so bright and unrestrained that it made her feel like she was the funniest person in the world.
How had she not realized it before? She'd convinced herself this was simply who you were, the same as you've always been since you were kids. Best friends who never thought twice about closeness, whose affection has always been easy but meant nothing more.
Her hands curled into fists against the stone. She's always liked boys from her knowledge. Toph had crushes, and felt that flutter of attraction when some handsome guy flirted with her. She never questioned it, never stopped to consider that her heart might be capable of wanting something different.
Now, though, she couldn't ignore the comparison. Your laugh could send her pulse racing without warning. She instinctively searched for you in every crowd, drawn to your presence before anyone else's. Beside you, she felt understood in a way no one had ever managed, it was like you saw every part of her without asking her to be anyone else.
Toph's breaths came out short and sharp as her mind drifted back to the training yard. A single touch from you had been enough to completely unravel her composure. Shame settled heavily in her chest, tangled with confusion and fear.
What did any of it mean? Has she been wrong about herself all this time? Was it women she was drawn to, only you, or something in between? The uncertainty made her feel untethered, like she was falling and couldn't find solid ground.
Toph built her entire identity on being sure of herself, on being confident and unshakeable. She was someone who didn't need anyone, who was strong and independent and knew exactly who she was and what she wanted. So how could she not realize any of this sooner?
Toph blew out a breath as a memory drifted to the surface. Just last week, the two of you had been swimming in the river. You splashed her first, your laughter echoing across the water, and Toph had answered by sending a wave crashing back at you with a sweep of earth beneath the riverbed. One thing had led to another until you were wrestling through the shallows, both soaked to the bone and laughing so hard your sides hurt. Toph had finally managed to pin your wrists against the sandy bottom, triumph written all over the grin she wore.
Then everything had gone still. You stopped struggling, your breathing catching as you looked up at her. “You're amazing, you know that?”
Toph laughed it off with some smart remark, too flustered to do anything else. At the time, she blamed the strange flutter in her chest on the excitement of roughhousing, but now she knew better. More than anything, she had wanted the moment to last just a little longer.
How many memories had she tucked away without a second thought, never questioning why they lingered long after everything else had faded? How often had she mistaken the pull she felt toward you for nothing more than friendship, simply because she hadn't known there was another name for it?
The sun was setting now, she could feel the temperature dropping, the shadows lengthening as the forest quieted around her. She should go back. The others would be starting dinner soon, and if she stayed away too long, they'd come looking for her.
But the thought of facing you, of pretending everything was normal when her entire world had just been turned upside down terrified her. Toph pressed her forehead against her knees as she tried to figure out what she was going to do. Dinner could wait.
☆゜・。・。・゜★
By the time Toph made her way back to camp, the fire was already crackling, its warmth rolling across the clearing. The rich scent of Katara's cooking wafted through the air, mingling with woodsmoke, while the vibrations beneath her feet told her everyone had already gathered around the flames. Normally, this was the part of the day she looked forward to the most, spending time with her family. Tonight, it only made the knot in her stomach tighten.
“There you are!” Relief lit up your voice the instant you noticed her. “We were starting to worry. Are you feeling better?”
Every muscle in Toph's body locked. Through the earth beneath her feet, she felt you shift, beginning to rise as if you were coming to meet her. Panic surged before she could think.
“I'm fine,” She answered, the words clipped and hollow. Without another word she veered away from the sound of your voice and crossed to the opposite side of the fire, lowering herself onto the ground between Aang and Zuko instead.
The clearing fell into an awkward silence at the new seating arrangements.
“...Okay,” Sokka said after a beat. “Well, uh... Katara made her famous sea prune stew.”
“It's not sea prunes, Sokka, it's–”
“I'm just saying,” He cut in, “it smells very oceanic.”
Katara launched into an offended defense of her cooking, Sokka protested between exaggerated coughs, and before long Aang was trying and failing to keep the peace. Their bickering slowly filled the silence, but it did little to ease the tension sitting like a stone in Toph's chest.
Katara's attention flicked back and forth between the two of you, her movements growing more hesitant with every passing second. Beside Toph, Zuko had gone unusually still, finally picking up on the change and deciding he wasn't about to ask about it in front of everyone.
Across the fire, you hadn't moved. The steady rhythm of your heartbeat had lost its usual cadence, replaced by uncertain pauses that made her chest ache. Confusion radiated from you in prominent waves, followed by a hurt she never would have imagined herself causing.
Toph had never pulled away from you before. Not after arguments or stupid fights. Not even during the days when the two of you had been too stubborn to speak first. She had always found her way back to your side.
Tonight was the first time she's chosen not to. And somehow, putting that distance between you hurt far more than staying close ever had.
Dinner was torture.
Toph forced herself to eat, to answer whenever someone spoke to her, to keep her expression as neutral as she could manage. Every bite felt like chewing gravel, every passing second stretching longer than the last. She was painfully aware of you across the fire, taking note of the shift in your posture whenever you looked her way. There was one point in time where it seemed like you were about to say something before thinking better of it.
Toph avoided turning toward you, afraid that if she let herself give in even for a second, everything she's spent the afternoon trying to bury would spill out in front of everyone. Even your laughter, usually something that always drew a reluctant grin from her, only made her chest tighten with an ache she couldn't explain away anymore.
“So,” Aang said, his voice laced with forced optimism as he glanced around the circle, “Who wants to hear a funny story?”
“Here we go,” Zuko replied flatly
“What? You don't think I'm funny?”
“Not really,” Toph muttered.
Aang let out an offended gasp while Sokka snorted into his bowl, already grinning in anticipation of whatever argument was about to follow. The conversation drifted into its usual banter of teasing and playful bickering. Toph's energy just wasn't there and Zuko shifted just enough for her to notice.
“You know,” He said quietly, keeping his voice low so the others couldn't overhear, “When I was confused about something, talking about it helped.”
Toph's jaw clenched. “I'm not confused.”
“No?” He asked evenly. “Because you're sitting as far away from your best friend as possible, and you look like you're trying to earthbend a hole deep enough to disappear into.”
“Mind your own business, Sparky.”
Zuko fell silent after that. He didn't push or tell her she was wrong. He simply accepted her answer, and that quiet understanding made her feel exposed in a way she hated.
As the night progressed, Katara started talking about the festival in the next village, asking who wanted to spend the day there tomorrow. Everyone chimed in one after another, tossing around ideas about food, games, and whatever ridiculous trouble Sokka would probably find himself in before noon. Then you answered. Your voice was softer than usual, missing the excitement that always seemed to follow you wherever you went.
Toph's stomach twisted.
She had done that, she was the reason your smile didn't quite reach your voice. She knew you were probably overthinking her change in demeanor, blaming yourself somehow. Toph wanted to fix it, to walk over there, sit beside you like she always did, bump your shoulder with hers and tell you that everything was fine.
But the truth was nothing was fine anymore.
As soon as dinner was over, Toph mumbled something about being tired and retreated to her sleeping area. She lay down with her back to the fire, curling slightly into herself as she listened to the sounds of camp continuing behind her. She tried to tune out the conversations, the crackling wood and clatter of bowls being cleaned. She especially tried to ignore your voice as it drifted across the clearing, small and full of a hurt that made your voice waver as you asked Katara if you've done something wrong.
Toph squeezed her eyes shut, biting down on her lip hard. She hated herself for making you feel like this, she just didnt know how to talk to you without admitting that she was in love with you. So she stayed exactly where she was, letting the silence answer for her.
☆゜・。・。・゜★
Sleep didn't come for her that night.
Toph lay awake in the darkness, though to her the difference between night and day had never mattered. Still, something about tonight felt suffocating. She stared ahead at nothing, lost inside thoughts she couldn't escape. Around her, the camp slowly settled into a peaceful silence.
Sokka's snoring began almost instantly, loud and impossible to miss. Aang shifted around for a while before finally growing still, and eventually even Katara and Zuko's movements faded as sleep took them. Toph used her seismic sense to reach out further, searching for you. It seemed you were having just as much trouble sleeping.
Toph could tell from the way your body refused to relax. She hated that she was the reason you were lying there wondering what you'd done wrong. The thought continued to eat away at her until it broke through the carefully constructed walls she built around her heart and settled into the place you resided.
Toph thought about tomorrow and the days after that. About how easy it would be to keep avoiding you, to let things slowly change between you because admitting the truth felt impossible. She could pretend nothing had happened, pretend she hadn't spent the entire day questioning everything she thought she knew about herself. But that meant letting the one person who mattered most slip away. And that option terrified her more.
Telling you the truth meant risking everything though. What if you didn't feel the same? What if the friendship she's spent her whole life protecting couldn't survive this? What if she had taken something perfect and ruined it by wanting more?
But wasn't she losing you anyway? Wasn't this distance, this avoidance, just a slower way of destroying what you had?
At least if she was honest, if she told the truth, there was a chance. A small one, maybe, but a chance nonetheless. And Toph had never been one to back down from a fight, even when the odds were against her.
She waited until she was sure everyone was asleep, then carefully got up and made her way across the camp. Your breathing changed as Toph approached, becoming more alert as you registered her unexpected presence.
“Toph?” You whispered, your voice thick with confusion. “What are you do-.”
“Come with me,” Toph said urgently. “We need to talk.”
Neither of you spoke as you walked away from camp, far enough that your conversation wouldn't carry. When you finally stopped, Toph could feel you standing close by, waiting for her to explain. And for once in her life words didn't come as easily.
“I'm sorry,” Toph finally said, her words coming out rough. “For today. For avoiding you. I just..” She stopped, frustrated by how impossible it was to explain something she was still trying to understand herself. “I don't know how to say this.”
“Did I do something wrong?” Your voice broke and the sound of it made Toph's heart clench. “Because if I did, I'm sorry, I just don't know what..”
“No.” Toph's words came out harsh before they softened again. “No, you didn't do anything wrong. This is all on me.”
“Then what is it?” You asked gently. “Toph, we've been friends since we were kids. We've been through everything together. You can tell me anything.”
Could she, though?
Toph's hands clenched into fists at her sides. She thought about backing out, making up some excuse, preserving the safety of their friendship even if it meant living with this ache forever. But she's never been a coward, and she wasn't about to start now.
“Today, during training…” Her voice shook, and she hated how vulnerable she sounded. “When you caught me, when you had your hands on me... something happened.”
Toph swallowed thickly, her sightless eyes glaring at the ground. “Something changed.”
Your own heart stuttered at her words. You couldn't believe this was really happening. “What do you mean?”
“I realized” She paused, forcing herself to say it. “That I have feelings for you.”
“Not just friendship feelings,” Toph continued, words rushing out before she could lose her nerve. “I mean actual feelings. The kind you're supposed to have for someone you're with.”
Her breathing became uneven as the silence stretched between you. “I know this probably sounds insane. I know I'm making everything complicated, and maybe I'm ruining the best thing I've ever had, but I couldn't keep pretending. I didn't even understand what was happening until today. I always thought I liked boys. I never questioned it.”
Her voice lowered as her nails continued to bite into the skin of her palm that was clenched so tight blood would soon trickle down her fingers if she didn't stop. “But then I started thinking about you. About wanting to be around you all the time, the way your laugh always pulls me in, the excuses I make just to stay close. And I realized those feelings were never just friendship.”
Toph dug her toes into the soil to distract herself from the overwhelming feelings. “I'm scared. I don't know what this means about me. If I like women or just you, if there's even a difference. I don't know what I'm supposed to call this.”
A bitter laugh escaped her, “And yeah, maybe I should've figured it out sooner.”
“Toph-..” You tried to interrupt but she wouldn't let you.
“And I know you probably don't feel the same way,” Toph went on to say, unable to stop now that she'd started. “I know this could change everything. But I couldn't keep pushing you away and pretending that was easier. I'd rather tell you the truth and risk losing you than lose you slowly because I was too afraid to say something.”
When she finally ran out of words, Toph stood there breathing hard, feeling exposed in a way she never had before. She's faced down enemies, walked away from everything she's ever known, and thrown herself into battles without hesitation. None of that compared to this. There was no opponent to fight, no ground beneath her feet to steady her–only the terrifying reality of placing the most guarded parts of herself in your hands and hoping you would protect it.
“Are you done?” You asked, voice calm despite your racing heart.
“Yeah,” Toph replied miserably. “Yeah, I'm done.”
“Good. Because it's my turn.”
Before Toph could process what that meant, you stepped forward, closing the distance between you. Toph felt your soft hands cup her face, your thumbs skidding across her cheek as your breath puffed her cheeks.
Toph forgot how the breathe at the first tentative press of your lips against hers. She kissed many men in her time. But kissing a woman let alone her best friend was just softer and more intimate. Her entire body erupted into goosebumps, it was like her very soul was finally at peace now. Toph's hands found your waist, pulling you closer as all the fear, confusion, and longing she carried throughout the day disappeared beneath the simple fact that you were kissing her back.
When you finally broke apart, you were both breathing hard. “I've been waiting for you to figure it out for years.”
Toph blinked, her mind still fogged from the kiss. “What?”
You chuckled at her dazed reaction. “The others knew. They've probably been waiting for this longer than I have.”
“You're kidding.”
“Toph, we've been acting like a couple since we were fourteen.” You pointed out like it was the most obvious thing. “The constant touching. Always needing to be near each other. Finishing each other's thoughts. Everyone saw it.”
Toph's cheeks tinted pink as she cleared her throat to push through the embarrassment of being the last to realize this. “But I didn't even know I liked girls until-.”
“It's okay really.” Your thumbs stroked gently across Toph's cheeks. “I knew you needed to figure it out on your own. I've had a crush on you since we were sixteen. It's been so hard watching you go on dates with everyone else. But I knew I couldn't tell you or force you into understanding something you weren't ready for.”
Toph's mind was reeling at your confession. “So you've just been waiting all this time?”
“Yup,” You confirmed. “Though I'll admit, there were moments I thought about just kissing you and seeing what happened. But you're stubborn, and I knew you would probably just punch me and insist it didn't mean anything."
Despite everything, Toph laughed. “Yeah, I probably would have.”
“So I waited and it was worth it, because now you're sure.” You added.
“I'm not sure about anything,” Toph admitted. “I'm still confused about what this means. I don't know what label fits me or how this changes things.”
“Hey.” Your voice was firm but kind. “You don't have to have all the answers right now. You don't have to label yourself or figure everything out immediately. You just have to know what you feel, right here, right now. And what do you feel Toph?”
Toph drew in a slow breath, trying to quiet the storm inside her. The ground beneath her feet steadied her, but it was your touch that held her in place. Your hands still rested against her face, impossibly gentle, while the silence between you seemed to dissolve every doubt she carried with her.
Toph's heart hammered against her ribs the longer the words sat on the tip of her tongue as she considered her answer. She didn't want to fight this feeling anymore, so instead she let herself simply exist in it.
“I feel,” She murmured, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Like I really want to kiss you again.”
Your own heart lept in your chest as your voice dropped to a teasing tone. “Then kiss me beifong.”
This time, Toph didn't hesitate. She closed the distance herself, her lips finding yours with an unshakeable certainty that hadn't been there before. The kiss was deeper somehow, unhurried and tender, carrying everything she still didn't have the words to say. Bit by bit, the fear and unanswered questions slipped away until all that remained was your warmth and the comforting realization that she wasn't facing any of it alone.
When you finally pulled apart, neither of you moved very far. Toph rested her forehead against yours, a soft laugh escaping under her breath as she smiled for what felt like the first time all day.
“Come on,” You said softly, slipping your hand into Toph's. “Let's get back before Katara wakes up and starts wondering where we disappeared to.”
Toph shook her head playfully, lacing her fingers through yours as the two of you made your way back toward camp. The night had settled into a peaceful stillness, broken only by the chorus of crickets and the gentle rustle of leaves overhead. She could already imagine tomorrow bringing endless questions, merciless teasing, and more than a few unbearably smug comments from Katara and Zuko.
Tonight, she couldn't bring herself to care.
Your hand remained wrapped around hers, giving it a gentle squeeze that spoke louder than any words could. For the first time since everything had unraveled that afternoon, the knot in her chest had finally loosened.
Toph still didn't have every answer. She was still figuring herself out. But she knew one thing with absolute certainty. She loved you. And for now, that was more than enough.
AN: I have been so unmotivated I barely got this done. This is not my best work sorry guys :/
Hi! Idk if you are taking requests, publicly haze me if you arent.
But I was wondering what the gaang would do with a s/o thats not the biggest fan of touch? For example, slight freak out and sudden itchyness? Like in the beginning of the relationship being iffy, but when they are further on- being more comfortable?
GAANG WITH A TOUCH AVOIDANT LOVER
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Includes: Aang, Katara, Sokka, Suki, Toph, Zuko
A/N: Hiya!! Don’t worry, I am taking requests, thank you for sending one!! This was interesting to think about :) I’d actually encourage them for multi-character posts, I’ve been struggling with ideas lol
AANG:
• Aang would understand it with the upmost seriousness.
• Even growing up, his love never existed within small displays or subtle touches. It showed through his bright enthusiasm, his protectiveness, the way he lights up with laughter and happiness around those he loves. His love is always unforgivingly clear through how the presence of his loved ones motivates him, makes him stronger, shows how human he can be while being a powerful Avatar, all the same.
• You’d see it when he’s crushing on you–how he blushes and flusters when you simply look cute, how he’d jump to please you, the way he not-so-subtly compliments you. It’d be so blatantly obvious, even if you’re shy or if you try to brush it off.
• So, when your relationship first begins, he reaches for you so happily that it only makes you feel more guilty when you jump with panic at the brush of his skin against yours.
• Though, he apologises faster than you can, immediately placating your guilt with soft words and reassurances that speak deeper than mere comfort. You’re instantly reassured that there is no pressure from him, no expectation, you don’t even have to explain yourself.
• Instead, he seamlessly re-directs his optimism to other types of affection.
• He’d so openly and loudly compliment you, making it known to everyone that he’s entirely awed by you. He’d show you private things, using his airbending to take you places usually reserved for only him, Momo and Appa, but now opened up to you because you’re so special to him. He’d be vulnerable with you, expressing his deepest struggles and hopes, letting you in where no else has been.
• It’d be more loving than anything else. Even without touch, you love him on a deeper level than anyone, you see what no one else does, you become the center of Aang’s world.
• It only makes it more special when you finally get comfortable to initiate touch. Every touch shows how far you’ve both come, each hug a show of your deep trust, everytime you hold hands it feels as though he’s proving how much you mean to him.
• And to a man who’s constantly faced with the worst of his world, it means more to him than anything.
KATARA:
• Out of everyone, Katara understands the most.
• For her, she’s never been an heavily affectionate person and her healing abilities only exacerbated that. She gradually became used to the ghostly cold skin of people on the brink of death, the slight tremble of someone who’s hurt, the feeling of pain under her fingers.
• It made touch something that walked a thin tightrope in her mind, something that could go from comforting to a reminder of every single anguished face she’s ever seen.
• So, when she first brushes against you and you instantly pull away with a panicked look in your eyes, she immediately backs away. Her eyes wouldn’t be confused nor judgemental, just soft and acknowledging in a way that speaks no expectation.
• She doesn’t push you to touch, doesn’t even pry for an explanation as to why you avoid it unless if you want to explain. Rather, she kindly lets you know that it’s okay and continues on normally, as if to affirm that it is.
• After all, she doesn’t see any reason to question you when it’s your feelings. She understands full well how it feels to be brushed off, she would never do it to you.
• Instead, her love speaks through her loving words, the time you spend together, the way you take care of one another. It exists in the smiles you both share when no one’s looking, how you in-tune you become without realising it, the times you notice things about the other that no one else does. She loves your smile, how you dress, how you simply exist in the world, no strings attached.
• Katara’s love lives as openly and free as the water she controls, entirely accepting of your boundaries as though it were just something that was, not something to navigate.
• Though, when you get more comfortable with affections, she melts into you as if it were there the whole time because, for Katara, the unphysical love meant all the same. She’d come to treasure every brush of your hand against hers, your hugs, the simply affections that mean so much more because it means there’s palpable trust attached to it.
SOKKA:
• As opposed to what might be an easy assumption of him, Sokka would instantly be so accommodating of you.
• While many people may overlook it in favour of his goofy comedy, Sokka has grown up taking care of people. He raised Katara as much as she raised him, together they fished to provide for their tribe, he’s always been motivated by making the world better for people, regardless of if he knows them or not.
• Hence, before he’s ever even tried to initiate touch, he’s checking in with you while you’re both hanging out for the first time.
• “So… what do you like, pretty person?”
• Perhaps you’re thrown off guard initially, maybe you only briefly mention your aversion to touch, but he’s taking in every word as seriously as he can.
• Instead, he’d indulge in your interests as much as possible, encouraging you in every other way he can and only attempting touch if it were something as easy as a high five or bumping his shoulder against yours. In no way does he push your boundaries.
• You quickly realise that he holds no expectations of you. There is no pressure to be affectionate with him, no attempts to speed the process up, if anything, he merely seems to need your presence, your approval and your laughter to please him.
• And when you begin to reach for him, he eagerly meets you halfway. It’d be exciting to him, a relieving sign that he’d done right by you for you to trust him now.
• So, if anyone tried to judge you? He’d give them a very stern talking to and send them walking the other way, because, for Sokka, his love doesn’t thrive by pushing for what might be expected, it thrives alongside your happiness and wellbeing. That’s the most important thing to him.
SUKI:
• Suki understands so easily that it’s almost disconcerting.
• For her, a true connection with another person is something that goes beyond the physical world. It’s a respect that embeds in your heart, puts you on the same wavelength, is what makes you understand another person, better than they understand themself. It’s a love that brings her so close to her Kiyoshi sisters, Avatar Kiyoshi herself and, now, you as well.
• It’s that kind of love that isn’t something that needs to be proved to mean something to her, it just needs to exist for what it is as purely as it can. And that’s what makes understanding your aversion to touch so easy.
• The first time she’d try to initiate touch, it’d be something casual, the only meaning being in the newness of your relationship where there is little expectation, only hope. So, when your breath audibly catches at her touch and a disturbed look catches in your eye, the only emotion that crosses her mind is guilt.
• She’d back away, a frown on her lips at the sheer thought of discomforting you, even unintentionally, even when you’re looking at her as if you need to apologise. Then, she’d reassure you and affirm that this doesn’t change anything to her, she just wants to make sure you feel safe and she wants to understand how you feel.
• From that, your relationship would feel stronger than it had before. Her voice would soften merely at the sight of you, her whole, poised demeanour being able to relax in your presence. She’d love what you love, your motivations, your hopes, what you miss, what you want. It’d be written through her every action: how she cares for you, subtly protects your image, puts your feelings above her own.
• Even without any physical affection, Suki’s connection with you would be so entirely warm that it’s unmistakable to everyone around you.
• So when you begin to hold onto her and reach for her affections, it’d only affirm that, making your trust so whole that it becomes she could never lose, an integral part to her being. She’d ease into your touches in return, holding you so gently that you can’t help but relax into it, the comfort of your love for her easing the discomforts of before.
TOPH:
• Initially, Toph is thrown off her game.
• As embarrassing as some people may think it is, she has a habit of clinging to the people she’s attracted to–her arms around their biceps, leaning her head against them, any excuse to get close. For her, it’s an innocent way to see someone past their voice and the silhouette conjured by her senses; perhaps to affirm or deny her delusion by how they feel.
• And if anyone pried, would she blame it on her blindness? Hell yeah.
• But, when you first jolt at her touch, it immediately throws her off. She hears how your heart jumps in your chest, hears the tinge of discomfort in your voice, even when you’re apologising. Her senses pick up on every single micro-reaction immediately and she quickly deciphers that she can’t brush this off as much as you’re trying to.
• So, she won’t point it out or announce it, she just stops initiating physical touch, a silent accommodation to how you feel.
• Instead, her love for you blooms through other means. She’d go on walks with you, pick up flowers for you while hoping they aren’t ugly, talk to you about everything and anything. Your relationship begins to grow, not because of appearances nor affection, but through everything that makes you, you.
• Toph comes to love your voice, how it lilts when you smile, how it darkens when you’re sad. She comes to love your small mannerisms, if you stutter, if you speak quickly or slowly, what you gasp at or when you stay quiet. Toph sees you through your interests, what you love, what you hate, how your interpretation of the world differs to her own.
• Some people may define it as ‘love from afar’, but, even without sight, Toph feels closer to you than she has with anyone else.
• And when you finally get more comfortable and begin to initiate touch, she takes it entirely at your pace. She doesn’t shy away when you reach for her at all, won’t comment on it unless if you ask her to, she even flusters at your affections even though you’d been together for months by that point.
• Toph may perceive the world through touch, but her love for you manages to grow beyond that because her love doesn’t exist within the confines of what she feels, it lives deeper inside of her.
ZUKO:
• At first, it makes Zuko nervous.
• With the way he grew up, love has never been a solid concept to him. It was never tied to a specific place, action or any particular thing. It was shown through his mother, though he’d lost her too early for him to fully grasp it. It was then shown through Uncle Iroh, yet Zuko had only realised it too late.
• He has never had the chance to gain a full understanding of what it means to love and be loved with no strings attached, and that extends to his understanding of affection.
• So, when you first pull away from his touch to itch at where he’d been reaching for you, his mind can only jump to conclusions. Was it a coincidence or a fault? Did he do something? What did he do?
• He’d tentatively try to initiate touch on a few more occasions following, not out of ignorance but purely because he isn’t sure of himself nor how to make sure your relationship right. It’d be small, gentle actions–tentatively reaching for your hand, subtly brushing against you–but it’s when your discomfort only grows with each action that he begins to realise what’s going on.
• Though, I think he’d only properly ask you about it on a quiet occasion. Perhaps when the moon is high in the sky and the only noises around you both were the rustling of trees and the sound of the other’s breathing. He’d be tentative, nervous, unsure if he’s doing right by bringing it up. Yet, once you explain your preferences, everything all falls into place for him.
• He doesn’t question your aversion to touch, no longer spirals over why it is, but cares for you with it.
• He’d try to improve on confessing his feelings, if only to be sure that you still feel how strong his adoration is for you. He’d compliment you constantly, smile softly much more in your presence in a way that catches others off guard, even melts whenever you subtly take care of him–all reactions that affirm to everyone around you both, just how much he loves you.
• If anyone got too handsy, which is perhaps, most likely in his presence–perhaps an enthusiastic councillor or an excited Fire Nation civilian–he’d always carefully direct them away from you, wordlessly checking in with you through his gaze as he protects your boundaries.
• And when you finally ease enough to touch him, he finds that it doesn’t feel new or shy, just comforting as warm as though it were nothing new.
• For, it was never the lack of affection that made Zuko nervous, it was always making sure that you were happy, safe and loved well by him.
ꫂ᭪ ݁ toph beifong who loves eating her girlfriend’s face
content: fluff, black!fem!reader, ragebaited toph, making out.
author’s note: inspired by this super cute post by @singse 🥹 it’s been on my mind since i saw it so here’s a v short drabble! req from june 8th
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it’s ridiculous, really, but you literally cannot rip your girlfriend off your face.
“toph—” you try to speak between kisses but she only grunts, pressing herself closer as her tongue sweeps over the roof of your mouth again. you let her, once more, sliding your hand up her nape to her dark hair and grabbing a fistful.
when she breaks the kiss so she can suck in a sharp breath and delve in again, you hold her face out of reach this time, your hand splayed over her pouty mouth, panting and giggling at her attempts to close the distance again. “that’s enough, tophie. please let me breathe.”
she scoffs, swatting your hand away and leaning back against your shared sofa, arms crossed over her chest in irritation. “you’re weak. see, this is why i tell you to train harder. if you were more athletic, i’d be able to kiss you longer.”
you roll your eyes fondly, used to her nonsensical quips whenever she didn’t get her way. “i’m pretty sure you can live without sticking your tongue down my throat for two minutes. we’ve been making out for like, i don’t know, the past hour. we could use a break.”
she huffs and shoots you an unamused glare, sitting up to roughly prod at your chest with her index. “and? what’s your point? are there new restrictions on how much i can kiss my girlfriend now?”
you sigh, shaking your head, “no toph, that’s not what i— .. said..” you trail off, blinking incredulously when you actually take in the way your girlfriend looks. her eyebrow cocks at your silence, and you immediately burst out laughing.
“w—what!?” she seizes your shoulders and shakes you, brows pinching in confusion and embarrassment that you were laughing at her. “fuck you! what the hell’s so funny? me wanting to spend time with my girl!?”
tears prick at your eyes, barely able to answer her through your incoherent giggling and wheezing. “no—” you snort, breathlessly trying to get out a proper word. “it’s just— it’s— your face, toph!”
“my face?” she frowns, increasingly puzzled and angry, making her cheeks flush a deeper shade of red. “you— what the fuck is wrong with my face? do i look like a clown? you’re so rude, what’s your problem?”
the way she was taking this so seriously did not help your case, you had to clutch your stomach and close your thighs to keep from peeing yourself. “no—! that’s not it, toph, oh my god. you— you have no idea how you look right now.”
“yeah, no shit. i’m fucking blind.” she scoffs, letting go of you to cross her arms again. guilt slightly tugs at your heartstrings at the sulky frown adorning her features, knowing she needs context, and so you wipe your tears, trying to recollect yourself enough to speak. you exhale deeply, unable to remove the smile off your face, “i’m not making fun of you, babe. you’re just.. you’re all..”
you gesture at her face, pursing your lips to prevent another guffaw from slipping out. her glare intensifies, impatient, and so you take another deep breath, “you’re.. you’re all covered in my makeup, toph.”
“what?” she lifts a finger to the corner of her lips, wiping off some of your concealer. “oh. and it’s that funny?”
you chuckle, taking out your handkerchief and dabbing at the mess on her face, “it’s hilarious. i’m several shades darker than you, tophie. you look like you just devoured an entire chocolate cake.”
reluctantly, a small smile begins to tug at her lips at that, a hesitant twinkle in her eyes. “really? we look very different?”
you nod fondly, remembering once again that your girlfriend had no idea what you looked like. hell, she had no idea how she looked either. she didn’t know how your brown foundation clashed against her lighter skin in the sweetest way, the makeup covering her mouth and even her nose, a true testament to the intensity of her feverish making out.
“you made such a mess,” you muse, lovingly wiping it off her face. “all over your face. it looks like you ate me.”
toph only shrugs, unbothered. “if i could eat you, i would.”
after a while, you finally manage to get most of it off; as much as not using a cleanser allowed. you smile, proud of your work, “there you go. now you look— mmh!”
your words are once again swallowed by her eager lips, back on yours, her tongue prodding at the small space between them. you mewl into her mouth, half in protest and half in pleasure, until she finally pulls back.
you look at her face, all messy again, and you sigh exasperatedly. “toph, i just cleaned you up.”
“don’t care,” she tugs you into her lap, stealing another peck from your sweet lips. “i’m enjoying myself. let me look a mess.”
you huff a laugh, nuzzling her nose with yours. “fine, i can’t really argue with that, you greedy girl.”
she smirks, tucking your curls behind your ear, “good girl.” and with that, her firm hand on the back of your head guides you back against her and right into her mouth, where you keep each other busy for the next hour or two.
“hnngh, fuck, shoko, don’t look away… not right now, please…” you whined, the grind of your hips matching the rhythm of shoko’s fingers. “i just wanna see you, pretty girl, quit moving…” she mumbled, using her unoccupied hand to push down you deeper into the bed. “please, i need to see you… to come…” she froze. “what?”
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“i said i was sorry ‘sho, mmh please.” you whined, ur hips lifting to meet the air. with each grind, your desperation for even the slightest bit of friction increased. with the blindfold shielding your eyes and the brief sensation of shoko’s touch every so often, everything you felt was only heightened by your need. “you don’t need to be sorry, honey,” she cooed, her voice teasing. “i’m only trying to help.”
after you admitted your “problem” to her, shoko quickly got to work, tying your arms to the headboard behind you and shielding your eyes with a blindfold. you hated it. as you squirmed and cried, she continued on effortlessly, treating you as if you were someone who needed to be cured rather than her needy girlfriend, as if it were easier to fix you than to allow you sight of her. you hear a shuffle, then a small chuckle as she peppered your thigh with kisses, getting closer and closer to where you needed her most.
“shoko?” your call out, breaking the silence. “yes, honey?” another whimper. “please kiss me there… too…”
another few moments pass before she plants a kiss on your clit before darting her tongue out, forcing another moan out of you. as much as you hated not being able to see, your eyes shut instinctively as she lapped at you. even with how well she took care of you, you couldn’t feel the unfamiliar build up of your climax nearing. it was torture. “torture?” she laughed, pulling you out of what you *thought* was your thoughts. “someone doesn’t appreciate my help.”
she dragged her tongue along your cunt once more before pulling off. “no! shoko please, i’m sorry i didn’t mean to —”
“relax, baby. i got you.” you could recognize the distinct sound of a recording start. even without seeing, you knew what she was doing. “shoko, what are you doing? don’t r—” she shushed you. “you worry too much.”
without warning, her tongue landed on you once more, her fingers brushing against your folds before penetrating you. compared to her teasing from before, you could tell she moved with the intent of helping you finish, perhaps for the first time that night. “sh-shoko,i’m gonna come...” your arms flexed against the restraints, your fingers curling into themselves. “then come.” you groaned, recognizing that familiar build-up in your stomach as your orgasm neared. it was as if she permitted your body—you to finally chase the release you needed.
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“wanna see the video i took?” shoko asked. you were both cuddled up on her couch, with you in her arms. without waiting for an answer, she pulled out her gallery. there it was—a six minute video of…
you grabbed the phone. “shoko, it’s facing you!” she laughed. “i already sent it to you. for when you need to take care of yourself at home.”
your girlfriend shoko who tried to turn you down when you first confessed to her even though she liked you back because she thought she would break your heart but after you followed her around for a week after the rejection she gave in and started dating you
your girlfriend shoko who smiles at the little notes you wrote for her in the lunch you amde for her to bring to work. she tends ti forget to eat but when you made her lunch she couldnt help but feel obligated to eat it and the little "i love you"s scribbled on post-its made her day.
cuddling with shoko and talking and giggling about your day and she leans down to kiss your forehead and shes combing your hair and youre just enjoying getting pampered by your pretty girlfriend and youre so happy you get to date someone as sweet as her
trying on clothes at the mall with shoko and she makes you wear a dress that you would never think of even trying on but her gasps when you came out of the changing room and her compliments made you change your mind and ended up buying it anyways
going onto the balcony at night to talk with shoko as she smokes and youve never smoked before but you tried hers to seem cool and she laughed as you coughed from the smoke and she said you didnt need to pretend to like it for her to love you and you dont respond and blush as you look at the twinkling lights across tokyo.
Tao thinks you’re prettiest when you’re fucked out of your mind. When your cheeks are flushed and your skin is covered in a sheen of sweat. Normally she's calm cool and composed, but something about the swell of your tits makes her go insane. But you can take it. Can’t you?
Tao thinks you’re prettiest when you’re fucked out of your mind. When your cheeks are flushed and your skin is covered in sweat. Normally she's calm cool and composed, but something about the swell of your tits makes her go insane. But you can take all she gives you. Can’t you?
Tao Saotome is a lot of things. She’s composed, knows the answer to most problems and questions before you even finish telling her about them, thinks before she acts, and never lets a situation get the best of her. She’s calm and level-headed to a T.
And she is, without a shadow of a doubt, irrevocably and completely insatiable when it comes to you.
Tao Saotome likes many things too, but her favorite thing in the world must be you. When you’re overstimulated, squirming on the bed. Those incoherent babbles fall from your pretty pouted lips. When you’re so far gone from a session you just smile and nod along to whatever she's got to say.
That glassy-eyed look is the best. It makes her want to just squeeze your fucking cheeks. You give her cuteness aggression when you’re fucked out of your mind.
“Tao,” you squeak out.
You’re face down, ass up on the bed in a skimpy lace two-piece she got you. It's a nice shade of pink, contrasts so well with the warmth of your skin with cute little bows on it. Her ring and middle fingers are buried to hilt inside your tight little pussy. The gloves are still on, covered in a mix of your arousal and lube.
She loves it when you’re dolled up for her. Your mascara has already started to run down your cheeks and she’s barely getting started.
Scissoring her fingers open, she watches as your hole stretches open.
“What is it?”
“The smoke,” you turn, looking over your shoulder at her, nose crinkled like a rabbit. “It’s making me feel lightheaded.”
She crooks her fingers inside you, rubbing them up against your g-spot. Your eyes flutter closed with a moan.
“I’m almost done, pretty girl.”
Tao moves her fingers again, thrusting them in and out of you as she takes another drag. Your knees threaten to buckle under you as her thumb makes contact with your clit and rubs it in tight little circles. Your back arches further as you try and fuck yourself on her fingers, orgasm so close you can nearly taste it. It sits, tight in your belly, fanning warmth through your body.
A bark of a laugh comes from Tao. “Thought you were lightheaded?”
You push back on her fingers again, moaning. “Feels good.”
She thinks you look especially cute tonight, but cuteness won’t cut it. Tao doesn’t like when you act out of turn, even if she loves watching your sweet pussy swallow her fingers. There’s a degree of control she likes to impose when it comes to overstimulating you. It happens on her terms.
“Feels good?” She takes another drag and picks up her speed before setting the still-lit cigarette in the ashtray on the bed. “Like it when I finger you?”
Just this once she’ll indulge you. Let you cum on his fingers since she’s feeling nice.
“Oh god,” you sob out. The circles she rubs on your clit have gotten faster. “I love it. Please don’t stop, I’m so close.”
“I know you are. She’s leaking for me baby.” a wet squelch follows her statement. You can feel arousal dripping down your thigh.
Tao leans forward and bites your ass. It's not gentle, it’s intended to hurt every little bit but she knows you like it. Masochistic angel you are. Your flesh is soft under her teach and sometimes she worries she might break the skin.
You whimper when she lets go, leaning back to marvel at the site. There is an indent of nearly all her teeth that matches up perfectly with a now-healing bruise of the same thing just a few inches away.
She must have met her perfect match when she got you because and she bends down and bites again, you cum on her fingers. Your pussy flutters around them, gripping them like a vice.
Pulling her fingers out, she dips them into her mouth and pushes her hair back out of her face with her other hand. She should have made you braid it before you got started, but fuck if you don’t taste divine.
She stands from the bed, walks over to the dresser, and opens the top drawer. You watch her before she stills, and pulls out a Hitachi wand and some rope. Slow and methodically she turns it out. The vibrations whirr out, deafeningly loud in the quiet room, overpowering the cityscape outside. Then she flips it off again and just stares at you.
It feels like she's got a magnifying glass on you. Every little piece, every inch of you is on full display for her right now. You know her. Know what she wants, what she needs you to do.
You roll over to your back and spread your legs for her.
The way she moves over to bed is like predator hunting. She bends your left knee and intertwines the rope between your calf and thigh, tying intricate knots. The red-dyed fabric is tight, but not so tight it hurts. She takes care to leave space to tuck the vibrator in between the knots.
Once the vibrator and knots are secured, she turns it on.
Your hips jerk, and the vibrator sits directly against your clit. It’s already sensitice from cumming not too long ago and you're quickly building to a second orgasm. Pants and moans bubble out from your chest and you try and rub yourself against the head of the vibrator more.
Tao says nothing. She just nudges your hips open wider so she can watch your pussy drool and flutter. Her hot breath hits your clit and you squirm, closing your eyes. Seeing her watch you was too much, far too intense. But your eyes quickly fly open as her tongue pushes into your hole. She swirls it around, collecting your taste, before pulling back with a strand of spit connecting her to you.
She reaches for the vibrator and turns up the speed sending a shockwave through you. The sudden increase sends you right off the edge, hands flying over your mouth to stifle the moan.
Normally she’d give you a second to breathe, but she repositioned the vibrator to give her move room to watch your hole. Never once does she turn it down, instead letting you twitch and tremble from the prolonged release of your second orgasm. The walls of your pussy clench down on nothing.
Your breath hitches as you make eye contact with your girlfriend and she gives you the hungriest grin you’ve ever seen. It's like everything goes still for a moment. Neither one of you move, seemingly frozen in place, before it slings you forward like a rubber band snapping into place as you cum again.
The moan you let out has the neighbor banging on the wall but neither one of you take it seriously.
Taos crawls over you, grabbing a breast in one hand, pinching the nipple, as her mouth wraps around the other. She sucks on it, flicking your nipple back and forth in her mouth before she releases it with a pop. “More, give me more pretty girl.”
Her demand hangs heavy as she increases the speed of the vibrator again.
The constant stimulation and the lack of refractory period get to you. It starts to hurt. Your hands fly out, holding onto her arm, nails digging into your wrists as your back arches off the bed. It happens before you even have a chance to process the second orgasm as Tao presses down on your lower abdomen and you cum again.
You trash against the bed, hiccuping sobs. She grips your hips tighter, pressing the silicone tip even harder against your clit. It’s simply too much. Jerking, shaking, you try and inch your way away from the vibrato and she’s having none of it, her grip faltering on your hips.
So instead she mounts you. The curve of her spine fills your vision as her ass rests against your stomach. With you now pinned down, it frees up her hands and lets her start to finger you again.
They’re so much longer than yours, reaching deep inside you, bumping against your G-spot. She’s played with your pussy so much she knows just how to make it happen. Her deft movements make you sob. There’s so much pressure.
The wet, sloppy sounds, coming from your pussy grow louder, a telltale sign of what's to come. “Squirt for me,” Tao groans, bending over so her mouth hovers near your pussy.
She picks up the speed she fingers you at and the damn breaks. Hot liquid sprays out of you, soaking the sheets and her face. Your body doesn’t feel real anymore as she pulls out her fingers and sucks them, liquid dripping down her chin.
The vibrator still hums full orce against your clit. “Tao please,” you beg stuttering, gasping for air.
She finally relents and shuts the vibrator off and your entire body goes limp. There’s cooing in your ear as she undoes the ropes and rubs your leg. Delirium pumps in your veins, barely keeping you lucid.
“Up for more?” she speaks between gentle kisses, her lipstick smudging your own.
Tao swears there are stars in your eyes when you look up at her. “I wanna feel you.”
She's quick to slip out of her underwear, maneuver your hips to have your pussy facing up at a 45-degree angle, and slot herself between your legs. Her pussy hovers over your own. She’s got her bush shaved into a straight line down.
Lowering herself down, the contact makes you jump. She’s so warm and wet against you, pleasure rubs through you setting fire to your nerves. You’ve cum so much that when she slides her pussy against yours with the first roll of her hips, there's no drag.
Her clit bumps yours, and moans come from both of you. The glide of your pussies is delicious. She sets a rhythm that makes you twitch and bucks up against her, eager to match her pace, still so greedy to cum again.
Finger digs into your thigh, her grip tightening, holding you in place as she rocks back and forth. She’s so close, teetering on the edge of ecstasy.
Your own orgasm is near as well. Her clit rubs yours once more and you come undone, body shaking as the orgasm crashes over you. You moan out her name, tears spilling, pussy clenching and spasming against hers.
Tao throws her head back, her brow creased. “Fuck,” it's airy. “Fuck!”
Moaning, she bends down to kiss you, her hips never slowing even for a second.
Tao rides you. She uses your pussy to get off. Grinding back and forth, your clit sliding against hers before her muscles lock and she cums with a soft groan. There’s a mess between the two of you, body fluids cover both of you. She lifts her hips, strands of cum connecting the two of you.
Dehydrated and delirious, you giggle. “Better than a cigarette?”
tao telling you you’re making a mess during all that…cielo I’m shaking
jazz………..
what if i.
cw: um uh. tao topping reader with a strap on. afab!reader. smoking. finger sucking. goodbye goodnight
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tobacco sits heavy in the back of your mouth, warm and spiced, as it fills the room. your eyes are a little bleary with it. the window’s open at least, night air sweeping in to make you shiver against the sheets, to cut some of the heat building. to try and dispel the haze.
you squirm, hips twisting a little to—
tao’s hand, one around your waist, squeezes to keep you in place.
“patience, baby.” she sighs, exhaling a cloud of smoke. her other hand is too busy with her cigarette, held between two fingers. “thought you wanted it slow tonight?”
“tao—“ you whine, beginning to fuss.
but she cuts off your complaints with a deep, slow thrust inside you. languid and enough to rip the breath from your throat.
her strap is thick and just shy of being too long, and now it’s buried inside you to the hilt. whatever you were going to say dies on your tongue. her hips move, slow and easy, grinding deep inside you.
when you can uncross your eyes, you take her in above you, on her knees, your thighs open and thrown around her hips. she’s looking down, watching as you stretch around her strap, suck her in slowly. you’re slick and slippery and soft—clinging to her strap, and the quiet, wet sound coming from you and her is enough to make heat flush through your face deeply.
she brings the cigarette back to her lips. takes a slow pull, hips faltering only slightly—enough for you to mewl at her, before she buries herself back inside you as deeply as she can.
you go quiet again with a little, strangled gasp. her hand on your waist travels up the length of your body, over your breasts, to hook her thumb in your mouth. her fingers curl around your jaw possessively.
you hum, going slack as she continues to fuck you, slow and deep.
tao smirks, “boy, you sure are easy to pacify.” she looks down again, watches the way she fucks you through the haze of smoke, her eyes violet dark. she tsks;
at first she'd be so impassive about it, reading her book or something, but after a while she'd sigh and pull you into her lap, tell you to settle down, light up a new cigarette (you give her the light) and for a while, being there is enough, but it doesn't take long for you to start getting squirmy again, digging your nose into the soft spot beneath her jaw, tugging at the mandarin collar of her top.
"oi."
"hm?"
"what is it?"
"i'm bored."
her rolling her eyes and snapping her book shut, letting you twist to straddle her lap as she take another long pull on her cig.
"so?"
you grin, leaning down for a proper kiss. she gives it to you, her lips fresh with smoke. you lick your lips, pulling away, eyes a bit glazed. her free hand is on your hip. she pinches at your waist.
"c'mere." you're rewarded with another kiss, longer this time, her tongue tracing along your lips till she dips into the wanting heat of your mouth. you whine, pushing in for more. she lets you, kisses you slow and almost lazy till you're breathless. she quirks an eyebrow when you finally pull away panting.
"better?"
you give her a brief nod and settle back down in her lap as she cracks open her book with a soft sigh. you really are a handful but (she hooks her chin over your shoulder, propping the book on your leg as you lean back), she thinks she wouldn't have it any other way.
yes okay but consider how tao would be the most languid kisser -- nothing rushed, nothing fevered (at least not at first), she'd be so pleased to take her time with you, kiss you slow and full and deep, maybe chuckle when you try to nip at her lips, pull back ever so slightly to breath the word "patience," against your kiss-bruised mouth before pushing back in for another, and then another.
she'd definitely use your eagerness against you, tease you till you're so, so, so desperate for her, for more, for anything -- till your whining, crawling into her lap but she's stronger than you, holds your hips still, even though you can taste the curl of a smirk at the edge of her lips.
"easy... i've gotta go out later. you'll ruin my lipstick."
"it's already ruined anyway," you say, pouting, leaning in to try and chase her lips even as she gently pulls away, a finger pressed to your mouth to stop you.
"c'mon, kitty, we'll pick this up later."
you resist the urge to whine, to clutch at her and maybe throw a tantrum, but she soothes you with another kiss, her thumbs rubbing circles into the softness of your hips. and then she's lifting you from her lap to plop you down on the couch next to her.
you sigh, letting your head loll back on the cushions as she stands up to make for the slightly cracked windows for a smoke. after digging around her pocket for a moment, she turns her gaze back to you, an eyebrow raised.
"don't be petty now," she says, holding out her hand.
you crinkle your nose, shooting her hand a half-hearted glare before reaching behind you to grab the lighter you palmed from her pocket earlier. she hikes an eyebrow even as she leans down to touch the tip of a fresh cigarette to the flame in your hand.
"hm, you managed to do that while we were makin' out?" a thin tendril of smoke curls from the corner of her mouth.
you drop back onto the couch, shrugging.
the next second, you're being tipped back, tao's mouth slotting against your own, and it should be awkward -- this angle she's kissing you in -- your head tilted back, her bending over the back of the sofa, but somehow, the friction sends electricity sparking across every single nerve-end in your entire body. the friction of her smoke-ridden tongue gliding over yours making your stomach go liquid inside you, an ache pattering to life between your thighs.
"there," she says, pulling away with a satisfied grin, her lighter back in hand. you blink, unmoored and little confused as to what just happened.
tao chuckles, tucking her lighter back into her pocket as she grabs a jacket and makes for the door.
"i don't like knowing you can still think when i'm kissin' you like that. alright, see you later -- we might be late for dinner, so don't wait for us, kay?"
you lick your lips, still a bit breathless as you watch her go. she never looks back when she leaves. but sometimes, you think as she turns away, you can spot what looks like the shadow of a smile.
you make a nightly ritual of it, unbraiding tao's hair -- running your fingers through it from roots to ends, her sitting on the floor next to her bed with her back leant up against the front of your legs, a book propped in her lap.
"you've got such long, beautiful hair -- it'd be a shame not to take care of it."
"hn. sure. do what you'd like."
the night is a stationary thing; the world outside a shadow, or a memory, the moonlight drifts in on swallow-tail wings.
"mm... you really should do a hair mask once in a while, all this bleaching isn't good for your ends."
you run the ivory comb through her long, endless tresses, assessing her roots.
"and your roots really are starting to come back in."
tao hums, flipping a page in her book.
"and maybe tomorrow, we can try that cool twisty braid that's trending on insta."
"mm."
you run the comb through her hair a couple more times, taking care not to pull on the ends, gathering the strands into your palm before letting it fall slack.
tao flips another page. when your fingers go still, she leans back, letting her head drop into your lap, her eyes falling shut, a long breath seeping from her. a rare moment of unguarded trust. you prop your palms on the bed and let her rest.
like this, time dares to take a breath with you, slowing till the clock on the wall no longer remembers the hours, till the distant promise of sunrise is nothing more than a bygone dream. here, there's only you and her and the faint hint of tobacco, your breaths and hers, haunting the air like smoke.
"bed time," you say, reaching down to smooth a finger along her forehead. tao's eyes flutter open. she doesn't move, only stares up at you for a long moment before lifting her head, letting the book slip shut in her lap.
shes pushes up off the floor to lift the covers, waiting.
"you coming?"
you smile, crawling in, pressing close to the wall as tao shuffles in after you. the light clicks off and the night is no longer so static. it sways like the ocean's tide, hushed beneath a calm summer sky.
tao shifts, and you inch closer. she rests an arm around your waist, your face pressing into her chest.
"night." she says. her hair is a silver spill across the pillows.
I don't know where i got this idea... but imagining hanging in bed after a shift with Tao being comfy and shit... face buried in her stomach while saying some complaining about work. While she's silently listening while brushing your hair back-
i do feel like she'd be the type to like... just absently toy with your hair or like use your back as a bookstand and prop her book against it, or just look out the window and smoke with her free hand, the other one tracing up and down your arm.
i think she'd find the sound of your voice soothing, esp when you're just yapping about your day or something that you saw earlier (alma chatters a ton too and she's realized that she likes this kind of white noise). it reminds her of how alive you both are, of how much there is to talk about, to see, to think about, every single day.
bc once upon a time, all she cared about was money and getting her and jin out. but now... she has a new family, one that loves her unconditionally -- one that's loud and rowdy and a little annoying at times, but it's the noise that she's grown to love.
"-- we should put out some milk for it, no??"
"hm?" she flips a page in her book.
"the stray cat in the back alley."
"cats are lactose intolerant."
"oh. well then... maybe some fish bones from hourai?"
tao's lip twitches as she peers down at you from over her half-finished cigarette.
"most cats don't really eat fish in the wild either."
you huff, burying your face in her chest; a soft laugh puffs out of her.
"fine then, what do you think we should feed them?"
"who says we gotta feed them? they're strays aren't they? they'll find food on their own."
but she sighs as she spots your pout. her book falls shut.
"fine. ask yaya for some chicken scraps."
you brighten almost immediately. tao rolls her eyes, reaching out to tug you back into her chest. you let out a soft oomph, letting yourself fall, a cheek pillowed on her tits. after a second, you soften against her.
"mm... these are so nice. why don't they make pillows like this?"
tao flicks at your forehead, frowning. you giggle, flashing her a cheeky grin, still smushed happily against her boobs.
"what should we name it?" you ask, a second later.
tao quirks an eyebrow.
"the stray," you say. tao purses her lips before chuckling, giving you another soft flick.
"annoying kitten... maybe we'll name it after you."
tao + supernova for ur vacation drabbles PWEASE !!!
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northern lights; tao
"tao-san... it's freezing..."
"hn. you were the one who wanted to come here --"
"i know, i know -- i'm just --"
"-- complaining?" tao cuts you off with a soft smirk, the glowing butt of her fresh cigarette casting her face in an almost other-worldly glow.
you crinkle your nose, shuffling slightly closer to her; she moves to accommodate you, lifting her arm in a faux stretch before letting it settle around your shoulders. you smile, burying your face in the thick muffler wrapped around your neck.
a few moments pass -- the soft hum of wind-song whistling across the near-arctic landscape, making sand-dunes of the powdered snow. and like this, even tao has to admit there's an alien beauty about the landscape, the kind that makes her stomach clench and chases shivers up her spine. she remembers feeling like this the first time she'd seen a maga beast up close, all grotesque muscles and gnashing teeth.
it'd been horrifying, but in it's own way, tao thinks, it'd been beautiful too. in the same way that natural disasters are beautiful in their own right. how beauty and destruction have always (if not two sides of the same coin) then at least clandestine lovers with prearranged dalliances.
"tao -- tao look!"
tao ashes her cig, ticking her tongue against her teeth at the way you're jumping up and down beside her, jostling her into the person on her other side. she grunts a soft apology but no one is paying attention -- everyone is staring up at the star-scattered sky, so pricked with pinpricks of starlight before, but now --
it's as if some merciful god had drawn a great paintbrush across the velveteen night -- reams of multi-colored silk shift across the hungry dark, swallowing the faint blink-blink-blink of the stars until all that's left is it's terrifying, ethereal light.
tao's breath catches in her chest.
"it's so... beautiful!" you exclaim, your voice jolting her out of her reverie as she drops her half-smoked cigarette onto the snow-covered ground and stamps it out with the heel of her boot.
"yeah. sure is," she murmurs, letting her fingers dig into your arm, pulling you into her side as everyone surges forward to try and take pictures. you're the only one who doesn't try to reach for your camera. tao frowns.
"not gonna take a pic? we came all the way here."
you turn your star-dazzled eyes towards her, and tao feels her stomach drop out from inside her for the second time that night. whatever dark, nebulous magic were in these northern lights, she thinks, has nothing on the supernovas bursting in your eyes.
"no," you shake your head, smiling as you lean into her, your warmth somehow managing to bleed through the truly absurd number of jackets both of you have on, "it's enough that i got to see this with you."
tao resists the urge to scoff, "you sure? it'll be nice to have something t'remember this by."
you cast her a sly glance, your lips going lopsided in a devious little smile.
"well i'm not gonna forget this anytime soon -- are you?"
tao rolls her eyes, reaching out to pinch your cheek before forcing your face back toward the sky.
"then you'd better get a damn good look."
neither of you mention the color that's dusted her cheeks or the alarming warmth crawling up the back of her neck.
tao sighs as she leans down to press her cheek to the crown of your head. no, she thinks, as much as she'd loathe to admit it out loud, this is definitely not something she's going to forget anytime soon.
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tao; 11:11pm
"make a wish!"
"ha?" her answer comes wreathed in smoke, a single eyebrow hitching at the corner as she glances up at you from across the room, her book nearly finished.
you point at the antique clock ticking on the wall.
"it's 11:11! make a wish!" you clasp your hands in front of your chest and squeeze your eyes shut. a second later, you hear her scoff. you peak at her through your lashes only to find her watching you, a faint grin pressed between her lips, wildflower-sweet.
"why the hell'd i do that?" she takes a long drag from her cigarette before snubbing it out.
"cause!" you smile, unclasping your hands, "they look like candles, don't they?" you draw out the numbers in the air with your fingers, four verticle lines in a row, then mimic blowing out a series of candles.
tao stares, her eyes never leaving you. she has a way of looking at you that makes you feel strangely transparent, as if all your thoughts were written out in that book of hers, free for her to flip through and peruse at any given moment.
you try your best not to blush; you're not sure if you actually succeed.
tao flicks her eyes at the clock again before looking back down at her book.
"don't need to make any wishes. i've got everything i need here."
you purse your lips, a strange tingling ringing through your body as you watch her flip a page. a moment later, the door opens and alma bursts through, mouth full of taiyaki, two others wrapped in paper along with a variety of other snacks in his arms.
"i'm home!!!"
"welcome back!" you answer. tao lets out a soft grunt and turns another page.
"you're late," she says, but there's no venom in her voice -- there never is when it comes to alma (or you, for that matter).
"haha, sorry! i passed by this taiyaki stall and it looked soooo good i just had to get some! here, i got one for you too miss tao! and one for you too!"
he hands one to tao before skipping over to hand one to you, his cheeks still full. you smile, bringing the still-hot taiyaki up to your nose. the sweet smell fills you with a helium-lightness, and you glance at tao before taking a bite.
she catches you eye with a tiny wink before tucking into hers.
"of course, miss tao's is savory, but i got you the sweet one!"
you hum into the sweet rice and red bean filling as tao makes a soft noise of thanks.
later, when alma's gone to bed and the house is quiet, you catch her smoking on the balcony, her face upturned towards the half-full moon. a thin tendril of smoke spirals up from the corner of her lips. you watch her from the mesh doorway, admiring the way the moonlight gilds her all in silver. it fits, somehow, like she was made for the color, or that it was made for her.
and suddenly, you wonder if this isn't why the ancients needed figures like gods -- what other explanation is there for beauty like this to exist in the moral world?
she turns, her hair loose around her shoulders.
"i've got everything i want here too," she says, in a voice so soft it's almost a memory, or a wish -- made on the remnants of falling stars.
you smile, gently pushing your way onto the balcony beside her, pressing your arm to hers. she's warm, and human. and so are you.
"good," you say, a beat later turning to face her, "because that's what i always wish for."
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tao; 11:11pm
"make a wish!"
"ha?" her answer comes wreathed in smoke, a single eyebrow hitching at the corner as she glances up at you from across the room, her book nearly finished.
you point at the antique clock ticking on the wall.
"it's 11:11! make a wish!" you clasp your hands in front of your chest and squeeze your eyes shut. a second later, you hear her scoff. you peak at her through your lashes only to find her watching you, a faint grin pressed between her lips, wildflower-sweet.
"why the hell'd i do that?" she takes a long drag from her cigarette before snubbing it out.
"cause!" you smile, unclasping your hands, "they look like candles, don't they?" you draw out the numbers in the air with your fingers, four verticle lines in a row, then mimic blowing out a series of candles.
tao stares, her eyes never leaving you. she has a way of looking at you that makes you feel strangely transparent, as if all your thoughts were written out in that book of hers, free for her to flip through and peruse at any given moment.
you try your best not to blush; you're not sure if you actually succeed.
tao flicks her eyes at the clock again before looking back down at her book.
"don't need to make any wishes. i've got everything i need here."
you purse your lips, a strange tingling ringing through your body as you watch her flip a page. a moment later, the door opens and alma bursts through, mouth full of taiyaki, two others wrapped in paper along with a variety of other snacks in his arms.
"i'm home!!!"
"welcome back!" you answer. tao lets out a soft grunt and turns another page.
"you're late," she says, but there's no venom in her voice -- there never is when it comes to alma (or you, for that matter).
"haha, sorry! i passed by this taiyaki stall and it looked soooo good i just had to get some! here, i got one for you too miss tao! and one for you too!"
he hands one to tao before skipping over to hand one to you, his cheeks still full. you smile, bringing the still-hot taiyaki up to your nose. the sweet smell fills you with a helium-lightness, and you glance at tao before taking a bite.
she catches you eye with a tiny wink before tucking into hers.
"of course, miss tao's is savory, but i got you the sweet one!"
you hum into the sweet rice and red bean filling as tao makes a soft noise of thanks.
later, when alma's gone to bed and the house is quiet, you catch her smoking on the balcony, her face upturned towards the half-full moon. a thin tendril of smoke spirals up from the corner of her lips. you watch her from the mesh doorway, admiring the way the moonlight gilds her all in silver. it fits, somehow, like she was made for the color, or that it was made for her.
and suddenly, you wonder if this isn't why the ancients needed figures like gods -- what other explanation is there for beauty like this to exist in the moral world?
she turns, her hair loose around her shoulders.
"i've got everything i want here too," she says, in a voice so soft it's almost a memory, or a wish -- made on the remnants of falling stars.
you smile, gently pushing your way onto the balcony beside her, pressing your arm to hers. she's warm, and human. and so are you.
"good," you say, a beat later turning to face her, "because that's what i always wish for."
Summary: When you show up at Shokos house after a night out drunk, and with a swollen ankle that the alcohol leaves unexplainable, Shoko patiently takes care of you.
Warnings!: Alcohol! Ankle injury, reader is drunk, possibly foul language!
Authors note: GUYS FIRST FIC!!! I always loved shoko as a doctor and had this idea in mind and HAD to do it!
You realized a little too late that the freezing January weather clearly didn't come into consideration when you chose your outfit for tonight. Tiny black dress, and high heels were not the best decision weather wise, but you looked good, so it really didn't matter.
"Shit!" You slur out as you stumble your way to the front door of Shoko's place. On the bright side, Maki dropped you off, her being the only one sober and extremely overstimulated from the amount of drunk people she had to drive home. Nights usually end like that because of her distaste in alcohol, in which Nobara teases her on. Hell, Nobara was more drunk than you tonight.
The heels decided on were discarded early in the night, now being carried in your hand. Your hair a mess, and the mascara that was once perfected, now on your face, and a mysterious throbbing in your left ankle that randomly popped up in the night, but the amount of alcohol in your system makes it unexplainable.
"Fuck." Your hands fiddle with the set of keys in your hand, not being able to find the pink one Shoko had insisted you have, and made for you when you two started dating.
You hadn't happen to notice the light flicking on in the house, but the sound of the door unlocking without you touching it making you jump and drop the set of keys on the doormat infront of you.
The door swings open to a very tired Shoko scratching the top of her eyebrow and sighing when she sees the state you currently are in. She is wearing a oversized t shirt, no pants and her hair indicating the fact she just woke up.
You gasp when you see her, a wide, drunk smile crossing your face.
"Shokooo! I was j,' you pause to have a random thought, 'just think about for you." Your words slur and stutter, but the happy smile on your face causes Shoko to bite her cheek to keep from smiling back.
She ignores the random word bunch of 'about for you' and gives you a sigh. "I missed you too hun, let's get you inside and clean up, Kay?" She asks, nodding like she's answering her own question and grabs your keys from the front step, and moving to let you come in.
"Wait," your voice cracks from emotion, putting your hand up like she's too close and stumbling backwards, your back hitting the door frame.
She looks around, brows furrowing before answering, "what?"
"You're not mad, are you?" You slur out, tears already forming in your glazed over eyes.
"No, baby what?" She asks with confusion in her voice.
The tears in your eyes start pouring now, sobbing into your hands and dropping your heels on the floor as she shuts and locks the door, pulling you into her chest.
"No I'm not mad. I wish you didn't get so drunk without me, but I'm not mad sweet girl." She runs her fingers through your hair, her chin on the top of your head.
"I just..just don't want you mad at me.." you sob out, the rest of the sentence mumbled out and incoherent.
You pull back and rub your face, not minding how you usually would never do that because of the germs from the night, and full face of makeup now all over hands, causing Shoko to hum at the sight.
"I'm not mad. Let's go get you a shower. Have you eaten?" Shoko asks softly, her hands brushing your hair back from your damp face. She cups your face and takes you in. Looking at the aftermath of way too many drinks.
You shake your head and stumble towards the kitchen, the pain in your ankle throbbing as you go. You open the fridge, finding pizza from the night before and eating a slice cold, and inside the fridge.
Shoko comes up next to you after locking the door. The way you're putting weight on your right foot and not your left catches her eye. A concerned look crosses her face as she moves towards you.
"(Name) what's wrong with your ankle?" Shoko comes up behind you, putting a hand on your left hip to turn you towards her.
"Okay doctor" You slur out a tease and smile, continuing eating. "Nothing happened I just wore heels all night." The slight throbbing making its way into your senses, but instead of doing anything about it, you tear your eyes from her and back to the pizza box.
"Mhm." She hums, but her eyes don't look away from your foot. Suddenly the slight discolor and swelling catches her eye, causing her to bend down to look.
"Shoko stoppp." You back up from her, she rolls her eyes while tiredly rubbing them, and shutting the fridge while she watches you walk, well stumble, to the bedroom.
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"Okay baby, I ran a bath for you, and set a towel out next to it." She tells you, kissing your temple.
"Where?" You ask confused. She mirrors the confusion while turning to the bathroom connected to her bedroom behind her.
"In the bathroom?" She answers and smiles sympathetically.
You nod in understanding like you've never been here before. She guides you to it, moving slower for your ankle and turns the water off, checking the temperature.
"Shoko I need you." You slur out, your hand goes to her waist and pulls her to you, messily pressing your lips to hers.
The kiss is messy, the lipstick that's left is transferred to her lips, and the makeup from your face smudges onto hers.
As you try and deepen the kiss, she pulls back and shakes her head.
"No no, you're bathing and getting in bed." She tries to reach behind you to unzip your dress, but you pull away.
"No, get out." You tell her, tears welling up in your eyes as they soon start pouring down your face. You hide your chest and back up, not before stepping on your foot wrong, causing you to yelp in pain and pull your foot up.
"(Name). Let me see your foot." She demands, not asking anymore. She sits you down on the side of the bath, crouching down infront of you and pulling your foot into her lap.
"I don't want." You can barely finish the sentence before you notice the concern in her eyes as she looks at your swelling ankle. Before she does anything else , she looks up at your face and studies your expressions as she turns the foot outwards slowly, stopping where it your face changes, showing where it hurts and she nods in understanding. She goes to turn it inwards, and before she gets anywhere, you jump and pull back in pain. In her mind she already knows it's a sprain, the unable to go inwards says all of that.
She nods at the reaction and stands up, gives you a soft smile and kissing your temple and cheek before crouching back down.
"Okay tell me when it hurts." You nod and readjust on the side. She puts her hand on the bottom on your foot, pushing upwards. After you say where it hurts the goes to point the foot downwards, and the pain being worse.
"Okay, it looks like a high sprain. Potentially inwards sprain but the main issue is that it's a high sprain. That's why the discoloration isn't as obvious." She speaks to you like you're a patient. Clearly getting lost in her doctor facts to realize you probably have no idea what these things are.
She stands you up, reaching behind to unzip the dress.
"Im hungry sho." You mumble, exhaustion kicking in and eyes heavy. You lean into her for support, subconsciously putting all your weight on her.
"You just ate pizza hun." She runs her fingers through her hair and puts one arm under your back, another under your bare legs and puts you in the warm bath.
"My foot hurts.." you tell her, you head lulling to the side on the bath and closing your eyes.
"I know my girl, but you need to bathe." She kissed your forehead and gets up, going to get a makeup wipe.
You watch her step out of the room, the exhaustion hitting you like a train making your eyes flutter shut and close. The warmth of the bath doing nothing to help you stay awake.
When she returns, you're already passed out.
Sighing. She wipes the makeup off your face, taking a rag with soap over your tired limbs, she kisses your shoulder softly before draining the bath. She pauses for a second, looking at you sleep in her bath.
"My sleepy girl." She whispers softly, mainly to herself, she slowly kisses your forehead twice, the kisses feather light. She groans as she stands up and grabs a towel fresh towel.
"Alright, hun I need you to wake up for 2 seconds so you can stand up okay?" She asks softly, stretching her aching back before putting her hands under your arms to help you up.
Your eyes flutter open and you mumble something incoherent as you push on the sides of the bath with all the strength you can muster, which isn't a lot, to get up.
"Mmm shoko I'm just..just tired." You tell her, mumbling and rubbing your eyes as you try and ease the burn of tiredness in them. You get lost in rubbing your eyes that you lean backwards, almost falling back before Shoko grabs you.
"I know, but we need you in bed." She kisses your temple before slipping her arm under your legs. You wrap your arms around her neck as she carries you to her bed.
She sets you down, grabbing your wet towel and going to hang it up before you stop her.
"Shoko can you sleep with me?" Your face smushed into her pillow as you ask.
"I would hope that was the plan since it's my bed." She smirks and hangs the towel up, going to grab clothes for you. You watch her go and tears well up again. Why was she leaving you? What did you do?
"Here, change into this...why are you crying?" She asks and hands you the clothes.
"I thought..thought you were leaving me." You sob out, covering your face and rolling over.
She sighs before coming over to rub your back.
"No hun, I'm not. I do have to clean up this bathroom though." She hands you the clothes again, turning to go into the bathroom before you stop her.
"No no I want you here. Please ko." You whine, reaching out towards her.
She hums and softly smiles, knowing being stern won't help this situation and walking towards you, helping you sit up.
She slips the shirt over your head, putting your arms through and slipping the pants on your legs.
"Im going to get you water, and pillows to prop this foot up." She kissed your head before turning to grab pillows for your aching foot.
As you watch her go, the pain in your foot becomes more apparent. The throbbing and pressure feeling from the swelling now hitting you.
Tears slip through your eyes as you look down at your ankle, the color of it slowly turning colors and getting bigger.
She walks back with 2 pillows from her couch, her eyes softening in sympathy when she sees your face. She comes and moves the hair from your face, brushing the tears away. "Shhh shh I know baby. I know it hurts. You're such a strong girl for standing on it." She puts the pillow under your foot, and softly places the ice pack on your foot.
"Shoko it hurts" you mumble out, moving and wiggling uncomfortably as your eyes flutter shut. The pain wasn't this bad before, or maybe you're just slowly sobering up and the pain is coming back.
"Here." She hands you pain meds and her black and teal Owala you got her for Christmas. Smiling softly at the memory, you take the two tiny pills and lay back down, the ice slowly making your ankle feel better.
She sets the water on the side of the bed, kissing your head before walking to her dresser and changing out of her wet clothes.
"Shoko hurry up." You mumble, rolling over while being mindful of your foot, and reaching for her spot in the bed.
You hear a soft laugh before you see her walking over and slipping into the spot next to you.
She scoots close, her hand going to your face as your glazed over eyes watch her as she leans down, kissing you softly.
"You had me worried (name). I don't like it when my girl comes back hurt and drunk." She leans behind herself to turn the lamp off.
She lays back down and she gently puts your head on her shoulder.
"Im sorry." You apologize, words almost incoherent. You close your eyes as the comforting smell of her body wash from her shower earlier in the night fills your nose.
"It's okay, sleep. We will check on the foot in the morning." She softly tells you, kissing your forehead before slipping into sleep herself.
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