You stirred beneath the soft temple covers, your body weighed down by something heavy, warm, and… plush.

Your brain tried to process the situation, but your senses were distracted—first by the vanilla and sea-salt scent in your face, then by the unmistakable sensation of soft, silky skin surrounding your head.

You blinked open one eye.

Korra was fully sprawled across you. Naked from the waist up.

Her massive, brown breasts were squishing directly into your face, trapping your head like the world’s most affectionate bear trap. One of her toned thighs lay draped across your hip, her strong arms locked tightly around your shoulders, keeping you right where she wanted you.

She murmured something half-formed in her sleep.

“Don’t get up… warm…”

You didn’t dare move.

Your hands had instinctively found her waist, fingers brushing the curve of her lower back. She was burning hot—post-training-day kind of hot—sweat-kissed and relaxed, her breathing slow, breasts rising and falling gently with each breath… and pulling your face right along with them.

She stirred again, rubbing her cheek lazily into your hair, and pulled you deeper between her cleavage like a sleepy dragon claiming treasure.

“Mine…” she mumbled, voice soft and syrupy.

You tried to reply, but your voice was muffled by pure softness.

Korra didn’t need your words. She just sighed and hugged you tighter.

You lay there for what could’ve been minutes or hours, cheek smushed to her chest, her thick body radiating heat and love in every breath.

Eventually, she blinked one eye open.

Then the other.

Then looked down.

And saw your face completely buried in her breasts.

A long pause.

Her ears turned pink. “W-Why are you like that?”

You raised an eyebrow. “You’re the one who—”

“Shut up,” she muttered, hiding her flustered face in your neck. “I’m going back to sleep.”