"If you think kissing at my neck is going to get you breakfast faster, it won't" you comment through a little fit of giggles.
Their arms are wrapped lazily around your waist. Rough lips pecking aling the surface of your smoother skin. The chill of the fall morning is nowhere to be felt thanks to their body heat. Truly, this is a perfect morning so far.
"I think my breakfast is right here." Their lips push down on your neck firmly. For a brief moment, you are sure felt teeth. "And you are far better than any food."
"Oh?" After living with them for so long, their morning flirts shouldn't get to you like this. Yet here you are already becoming a blushing mess as the kiss les move to your shoulders and grow more needy.
quiet nights with tao where you're just curled into her side, maybe scrolling through your phone, maybe playing a game on some sort of handheld console, her with a book splayed open in one hand, her arm looped loosely across your middle.
"those'll ruin your eyes, y'know," she murmurs, her words slightly muffled by the cigarette dangling from the corner of her mouth. she takes it out with her free hand to flip the page, before putting it back between her lips for a soft drag.
"and those things'll kill you, but we all have our vices, don't we?"
you jam at the buttons in your game, huffing out a breath as you lose your match and you slump back against her, tilting your head back to regard her as she flips another page.
"hn. cheeky lil brat, aren't you?" she says, her voice is tempered with tenderness, the rough, gravely ground of it warm as it rumbles from her chest to yours.
you grin, pressing into her all the more insistently till she grumbles and relents, shifting to pull you into her lap proper, hooking her chin over your shoulder as she continues to read.
"what's the book about?"
"dunno, haven't finished it yet."
you roll your eyes; tao takes another puff of the cigarette, blowing smoke out the opposite side of her mouth. you reach up to pluck it from her, ashing it on the little tray next to the sofa.
"it's seven minutes off your life for every one of these you smoke," you say, gently placing the cigarette back between her lips.
"hm."
you sigh, "that's seven less minutes i get to spend with you."
tao scoffs, reaching up to take a long drag before stubbing it out in the ashtray. she flips another page.
later, in bed, with her arms wrapped around you, she says --
"there's no guarantee that we'll be together for that long."
you let your eyes flicker open in the gathering dark of her bedroom, the moonlight dripping through the space between the curtains, pooling on the floor. you stare at the tiny sliver of light and sigh, running your thumbs over the back of tao's hand.
"i know, but a girl can dream."
tao makes a sound caught halfway between a laugh and a scoff. her lips brush against the skin of your shoulder as she says --
"yeah, you sure can."
you close your eyes, settling into the warmth, the stillness, the cigarette-smoke and cheap shampoo smell of her. and you think that yes, you sure can dream.
you're used to taking night drives with tao; it's an escape from life for the both of you. this night in particular, however, she asks you a question you don't expect.
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a/n; reposting my old tao fics per request by @p00pdev1l. if y'all would like to see the three raunchy fics I have for her, all tao x f!reader, let me know!
Night drives outside of the Gokuraku district were the only time you ever witnessed true darkness. You always thought of it as running from light—the white, hot glow of the city bearing down on your neck hairs, your tender scalp beneath millions of strands of hair, roasting your flesh until it tightened and turned into stiff leather, blinding you to where even your tears burned.
All of the lights, you pretended, were like an enormous, sprawling maw that would chase after the taillights of Tao’s truck until you were winding through the mountains and dense forests and wrapped in the deep black of night. It became a different sort of disquiet then, one weighed by everything unknown that you couldn't see—darkness so vast, so lush, so velvety that you felt as though you were being wrapped up tight in it.
If it weren't for the yellowish headlights guiding the way ahead and the glowing cherry of Tao’s cigarette, you probably would've shrank in the dark, contorted into a bent, smaller version of yourself to flee from such an oppressive feeling.
Tonight, Tao took you further than she usually did on these drives. She had a license and seemed to enjoy the occasional freedom these spontaneous excursions brought her, as there was never a goal in mind, never a place either of you wanted to be.
“Lake Ishida won't be busy this time of night,” Tao said, flicking ashes out the half-lowered window. You saw the briefest glint of orange before the wind extinguished it, then glanced at the neon numbering on the dashboard. It was late. “We’ll stop there for a while.”
“Sorry for calling you this late at night, Tao.” You were sorry for the inconvenience, but not for taking up her time. She had picked up her phone after the first ring, so you suspected she wasn't upholding some terribly stringent sleep routine.
Maybe, like you, she just needed to get away from all the lights and the heat and the smoke and the noise, noise, noise. The never-ending, rumbling insides of the Gokuraku District.
“I couldn’t sleep,” you went on, “whenever we take these drives, and you take me home, I can usually just… drop dead and sleep like a log. It’s easier to ignore Mr. Hashimoto’s poker tournaments downstairs.”
Tao puffed on her cigarette once and then twice, saying as she exhaled smoke, head leaned toward the window, “Don't worry about it. I needed to clear my head, anyway.”
“Work troubles?” you supposed, meaning it less as a question and more as a thought spoken aloud. Tao preferred to keep you out of the loop with the sort of work she did, perhaps believing ignorance looked best on you, or perhaps out of some sliver of respect for client confidentiality. “Alma being a handful? Tatsuomi being a loser?”
“As usual,” she agreed.
You laughed gently, hoping it would be an attractive sound to her and not so jarring that it would disturb the placid mood between you both.
Eventually, Tao slowed the truck and pulled off the main road into an empty parking lot with freshly painted lines and manicured foliage surrounding the perimeter. At this time of night, the tarmac looked spacious and oddly lonesome without the usual busyness of moving cars, cyclists, and walking pairs to fill it.
Other parts of Lake Ishida were daubed with faint, amber lights in the distance, whereas this parking lot was devoid of any light source aside from the truck’s headlights, which dimmed and then eventually went out when Tao cut the ignition. The keys rattled when she pocketed them and opened the door, her thick heels striking the pavement with a two-sequence clop.
“You coming?” She waited for you to exit on your side before closing her door and coming around to the front, a new cigarette already slotted between her lips. “I figured this would be a good change of pace. The last few times we've driven around, it's just been in a huge circle around the mountain.”
“Tao, are you okay?” You watched her fluster slightly, struggling to light the cigarette as a sweeping breeze kept snuffing the lighter flame like a breath to candlelight. “Like, actually okay?”
You expected her silence here; it was as good as a shrug or swatting away a bug hovering too close. But, once she finally got the cigarette going with a couple of long drags, a glowing bomb atop a short fuse, she surprised you with a sigh.
“I’m not sure yet,” and then, the orange nub shifted along with her head as she looked over at you, “Are you comfortable with how things are?”
Those words could've been interpreted differently in every single person she asked, meant a million different things, but you settled on where your heart led you in that moment.
“Between us?”
“Yeah.”
You leaned harder against the truck hood, wishing the warmth would still radiate off of it, seep inside your clothes, melt through your skin, and wrap around your bones. One thing you realized during these night explorations with Tao was that the world became a lot colder the further you got from the Gokuraku District, like all the heat in the entire world gathered there, and everywhere else was simply barren and frigid.
“Well?” Tao tried not to sound impatient, but you could tell she was bothered by your inactivity. It was unusual, but it warmed you so much more thoroughly than the cooling truck engine.
“Well, what about you?” you asked, “Are you content with how things are between us, Tao? Is this how you want things to be, forever?”
She was staring ahead now, cigarette rolling through her fingers as she watched the lake stretched out before you. There was no moonlight to illuminate the surface in ethereal silver and pale blue as you would have liked; the water moved gently and swayed, as if sentient.
It was black water with no reachable bottom, swishing in the wind like some sort of stalking, predatory tail. Or, maybe, it was like a bottle of ink, rippling just a little bit each time the nib of a pen pierced into its depths.
“Isn’t it obvious? I don't take these night drives with anyone else,” Tao had finally decided to say. “I don't care if we keep doing this, but I'd like to know what this is to you.”
Tao was closer to you now, facing you with the spread of her long fingertips, stroking the top of your head. Her heels gave her height over you, putting you level with her chin and making your upward gaze through your eyelashes a particularly sweet thing if she could see it.
“I thought it was pretty obvious, too,” you confessed, observing the way the cigarette’s neon smolder hissed quietly before joining the darkness as it was rubbed out on the truck grille and the filter pocketed. “I don't ask anyone else to take me on night drives. I don't want to go with anyone else.”
“Hm, good.”
Tao gripped you behind the head to guide your face up to hers. The press of her plump lips held no uncertainty, no shyness. Her kiss was not decorous, as she knew what she wanted and conveyed that each time your lips touched, blending your tastes, your breaths, glosses, and colorful stains with sticky webs of saliva and petroleum jelly.
Your bodies leaned together, bracing against the truck as you wrapped limbs, nuzzling breasts, and warming one another through friction and clothes to stave off the cold night.
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;
a/n: i've been so busy resently but i also really wanna write moreee (◞‸◟ㆀ). i love tao sm so this was SUPERRR fun to write!! i really think that tao's love language would be gift-giving <33.
tao will take EVERY oppourtunity she has to spoil you absolutely rotten. her affection is typically silent and subtle — untill it comes to giving gifts.
she's never been the type to put herself first, she had taken care of her little brother when she was younger, her life is constantly on the line for others with work and she spends more time looking after alma when they go on jobs — yet she always has time for you.
a couple of times a week she might approach you with something small like the snacks you like and a couple of flowers. sometimes you wake up with a small box on your bedside table with a note that says "don't say i don't give ya nothing" from tao.
she likes to keep track of what you like. just finished a new book? she's already bought you more. stayed up late to finish a show? she's just ordered a poster for you to hang up on your walls. taken a sudden interest in cooking? she's gone out to get you pots, pans and utensils.
tao doesn't even NEED an excuse to go all out on your birthday. a large bouquet of flowers, banners everywhere, an arch of balloons in your favourite colours, and so many presents you're basically swimming in them.
it's not like she's particularly rich and just has an infinite wallet — so if she can't afford gifts for a while, she makes an effort to make it up to you later on, but even in a tight spot, she always has money to spend on you.
she wont say much, but you know how the saying goes — actions speak louder than words, and tao is living proof of it.
-Alma always appreciates every gift you give him, cherishing them all the same and putting them in his room for safe keeping. Or if it's food, he'll make sure to at least eat some in front of you so that way you know he enjoys it! He often enjoys the material possessions you get him more than the ones that might waste away with time like flowers or food. He likes keeping the gifts as memories.
-Tao, although she doesn't show it, always cherishes each and every gift you give her. She loves that you think of her enough to want to give her a gift and she'll always keep it safe. There's something special to her about receiving gifts that she can't quite explain.
-Tatsuomi always overdramatizes the gifts you give him, always acting as if it's the absolute best thing in the whole world. As someone who always begs for your attention, once you give it to him and give him a gift? He's sold. As if he already wasn't though.
-Jin (Yoru) always treasures the gifts deeply. It feels special to him even if the gift is something silly or simple that others would laugh off. No matter if it's homemade or store bought, he'll cherish it all the same, holding it close to his heart because it's a gift from you above all else.
-Nei's ego won't allow her to accept the gift normally. She, of course, has to play it up and say that you obviously got her a gift because she's just so cute. Reality is, she's super embarrassed that you got her a gift and she'll cherish it when you're not look, especially if it's something cute and fuzzy like a plushie!
