cw: lesbians, misandry, everything good in the world, my baby tashi FINALLY. In all seriousness fem!r, cunnilingus, fingering, dacryphilia, crying, drool, light and not explicitly defined d/s dynamic.
note: first work in a WHILE so sorry if I'm rusty, hope you enjoy!
NSFW under the cut!
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Tashi enjoys when you cry.
It sounds sick, but it reminds her of her place. Of yours, too. You aren’t a competitor. She doesn’t have to win dating or kissing or sex. It’s just you.
She finds it hard to be vulnerable like you. She feels slightly guilty for being "apathetic", but she really just… doesn’t understand how you do it. How or why you would be so open with the world. There are some things you share, and some things you keep. Everybody seems to know it except you.
She likes the power of it, too. Of course she does. She likes that she stays composed as she watches your mask of stability crumble into tears of any kind—sadness, happiness, pleasure, anger— she wants it all.
She'd never say it, though. This is one of the things you don't share.
However, when you're cooped up in her dorm on a warm early fall evening, your panties forgotten somewhere in her twin xl, her hands leaving feather-light touches in places that make you shudder, she doesn't do much to hide it.
Her knees rest under your thighs as she faces you, watching your expression with the precision of shrink. It feels like it's been hours of this, just barely circling your clit, nudging at your opening, dragging nails over your hips, but time does drag in times like these.
You're huffing, letting out pathetic little noises, wriggling slightly as she pulls away once again. As always, she tuts at you. "quit whining." She murmurs as she leans down to press a few licks to your increasingly sensitive cunt.
Sighs and groans of relief leave your mouth at the real stimulation. Something tangible to aide the growing ache between your legs and the relentless tingling heat all over your body. This relief is short-lived, before you even have time for a meek 'thank you', she pulls away to kiss at the crook where your thigh meets your hip.
After the whining comes the begging. The desperate, incoherent pleas for an orgasm. You're so unbelievably pathetic and predictable. She rolls her eyes and shoves her left ring and middle in your mouth. She pretends she doesn't like when you beg.
Her free hand hooks under your right knee and pushes it toward your chest. She leans down and continues the agonizingly slow assault on your clit. Light swirls of her sharp tongue causing you to feel all hot and hazy. There's drool dripping down her wrist and your chin, the sheets are wet beneath you from the sporadic oozing from your fluttering entrance, it's all sticky and messy and it's too much yet not enough and you just wanna cum.
There it is.
You feel the heat in your face before the wetness in the corners of your eyes. As soon as they begin to well up, she suddenly begins lapping at your cunt like a woman starved, and her hand that was holding your leg up is now buried into your sticky center.
It overwhelms the senses, the waterworks start to drip from your eyes, your breath hitches, and your orgasm hits you with aggressive shudders and a loud sob. She continues until you're shoving her face away with little hiccups and whines.
She wipes your tears slowly as if she didn't orchestrate them herself. "So sensitive." She says in a tone that doesn't suggest any particular feeling, just a certain level of condescension and perhaps care. An observation.
She places a slow kiss to your lips, tears pooling at the connection, and as she walks off to her bathroom you can swear you see her lick her lips.