Meow (cocona Version)

Nobody in Republic City actually believes Lin Beifong is married, and it is entirely your fault. Lin doesn’t hide her marriage; she wears her wedding ring everywhere, talks about you constantly, and has zero interest in anyone else.

The problem is that you're a vampire, you don't show up in photographs. Every picture in Lin's office looks like she's standing alone. Family photos have an empty space beside her. Vacation pictures make it seem like she took the trip by herself. To anyone who doesn't know the truth, there is absolutely no visual evidence that you exist.

So people flirt with her, constantly. Lin finds it irritating and you find it deeply offensive. Not because you're worried about Lin. You trust her completely. What bothers you is the principle of it. In your mind, she practically walks around covered in your scent. Her clothes, apartment and her office smells like you. To your instincts, it's obvious she's taken.

But humans were hopeless.

Lin was already annoyed when she walked through the apartment door. You could smell the sharp spike of adrenaline on her, hear it in the unusually heavy clatter of her keys hitting the counter, and see it in the rigid line of her jaw as she shrugged off her coat.

Without looking up from your spot on the couch, you spoke. “Who irritated you?”

Lin snorted, unlatching her armor with practiced irritation. “Take a wild guess.”

You tilted your head thoughtfully. “The city council?”

“No.”

“Tenzin?”

“No.”

“Me?”

Lin's eyes shined in amusement. “You’re always a possibility.”

You smiled, entirely unbothered. She rolled her eyes and disappeared into the kitchen, returning a moment later with a steaming mug of tea before dropping onto the cushions beside you. The second she settled, you leaned into her side.

Lin took a slow sip before speaking. “That guy from the coffee shop was there again.”

Your attention sharpened instantly, your body stiffening. “What guy?”

“Some random that doesn't understand boundaries.” Lin tells you.

Your eyes darkened, the irises bleeding into a volatile, pitch black as your fangs clicked sharply against your lower lip. “The one who keeps flirting with you?”

Lin looked like she didn't even want to tell you. Her voice lowered as she placed her tea down and pulled you more into her, her grip tight and unyielding as if to prevent you from going after him right this second. “Yes.”

Your vampric overprotective instinct flared to life as you growled, “I'll kill him.”

Lin tightened her arm around your waist and pulled you a little closer against her. “See, this is exactly why I didn't want to tell you.”

“What did he do?” You asked.

Lin's brow furrowed into a sharp line. The skin around her silver scars tightened as irritation settled across her features. She looked like someone who'd already had this conversation too many times.

“He asked me out again,” She said, the words coming out clipped. “I told him I'm married, like I do every single time, and he told me he wasn't giving up until I gave him a chance.”

“He said that?” You asked, your voice dangerously calm.

“Don't even think about it.” Lin warned, as she registered the subtle change in your demeanor. “Baby, he'll get the hint sooner or later.”

“I haven't said anything yet.”

Lin's calloused hand lifted to your chin as her warm fingers curled firmly around your jaw so you had no choice but to look directly into her eyes. “You didn't have to. You have that exact murderous look in your eyes you get seconds before you decide to bite someone.”

You adjusted so you were laying across her chest, as she pulled you in for a kiss. The moment her lips brushed against yours all of the previous tension melted away. Your fangs retracted as the soft press of her lips calmed the racing thoughts.

“I do not have a look, by the way,” You informed her. “This is simply my normal face when you tell me some human has been flirting with my beloved.”

A shiver tan through lin at the mention of your internal devotion to her. You could hear the rush of blood coursing through her veins as her pulse picked up. Your eyes darkened with lust as you hovered over her.

“You like it when I claim you, don't you?” You murmured, your lips grazing the high curve of her cheek. She took in a sharp, ragged breath. Your nostrils flared at the scent of her arousal as you breathed it in greedily.

You watched the smooth skin of her throat bob as she visibly swallowed, her fingers fisting into the fabric of your shirt with an iron clad grip that revealed hust how turned on she was. “I never said that.”

“You didn't have to.” Your voice dropped to a low resonance that seemed to cause her slick heat to drip from her cunt, ruining her underwear. “Your body is speaking for you baby and right now? I'm exactly what it needs.”

Lin let out a low, shuddered breath, her carefully constructed restraint beginning to fray. Your hand slowly slipped beneath the hem of her shirt, the cool contrast of your palm against her warm skin sending a sudden jolt through her. Her pupils were blown wide, her deep green irises nearly swallowed by darkness as she stared up at you with a desire that nearly had her arching into you.

Lin's fingers tangled firmly into your hair, she pulled you down, crashing her lips onto yours in a passionate kiss. The world outside the room faded as you focused entirely on the sensation of her under your touch and the quiet, breathless sounds she made as you spent hours reminding her that she belonged to no one else but you.

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛

Lin detests how quietly you move. She would be buried in paperwork late at night in her office, completely convinced she was alone, only to hear your voice right against her ear asking if she’s eaten. You never hear her scream, her pride won't allow it. But you have definitely heard some of the most creative swearing in the history of your entire existence.

It gets to the point that she's tired of the mini heart attacks you keep giving her. So one night she crafts a sleek leather choker with a tiny, highly resonant brass bell and physically fastens the collar around your neck, tight.

“If you take it off, you're sleeping on the couch,” She barks, hands resting on your shoulders.

You just smirk, tilting your chin up to let the bell chime softly, and gave her a lazy, feline look. “A leather collar? I didn't know you were into that, Chief. If you wanted me on a leash, you could have just asked. I'm more than happy to be anything you want me to be.”

Lin’s face immediately turns as bright as the fire nation flag. She clears her throat, shoves a stack of police files into your chest, and snaps. “Take these home and get out before I lock you in a holding cell.”

You just bat your eyelashes at her, your eyes shifting into a teasing, warm crimson as your voice lowers into that smoky tone that gets her every single time.

“You promise?”

Lin fails to hide the sudden flutter in her pulse at your words. She grumbles something under her breath, pointedly pulling her eyes away from you so she can get back to work.

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Because your schedules are mismatched, your relationship thrives in the dead of night, but your protective nature means you never truly stop watching over her. Whenever Lin is out on late-night triad raids or stakeouts, you sit back at home and use your second sight to track her across the city, extending your mind out into the shadows just to make sure she is safe. Lin always knows exactly when you’re doing it. She was a Beifong after all, which means she can physically feel her skin prickling with the distinct, heavy buzz of your supernatural energy that was cutting through the air around her.

It was distracting, hell, you knew your presence would distract her that was the point. You had been watching her for atleast an hour before Lin stumbled into the apartment at 3:00 AM, her armor clicking heavily against the floor as she walked straight up to where you are lounging, a scowl on her face.

“You were doing it again,” She accuses, crossing her arms and glaring down at you. “My neck was tingling throughout the entire stakeout, stop spying on me.”

You merely tilt your head, crimson eyes widening into a flawless picture of innocence that neither of you believed for a second.

“I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about, sweetheart,” You reply smoothly. “Ive been sitting here reading this entire time.”

Lin narrows her eyes at you, the problem isn't that you're lying. It's that you're good at it. Or at least you think you are. A sharp grunt escapes her as she unclips her metal breastplate and sets it aside with more force than necessary. Years together has made her painfully familiar with all your tells. And right now, she could see the barely concealed satisfaction of someone who has been listening in on conversations that weren't meant for them.

“Uh-huh.”

“What?”

“You're full of it.”

You finally glance up from your book, expression wounded. Lin isn't fooled for a second. She settles down onto the couch beside you and you shift closer, your knee brushing hers.

For all her complaints about your inability to mind your own business, Lin has long since grown accustomed to your constant presence. There was something reassuring about it, even if she'd never admit it out loud. No matter where she was in the city, she knew some part of you was always aware of her.

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You have a tendency to stare. It's one of those vampire habits that never really went away, no matter how long you've lived among people. Sometimes you'll settle into complete stillness and simply watch. Not because you're planning anything or because you've drifted away into thought. You just like looking at Lin.

When you're focused on something, you become unnervingly motionless. You can spend hours in the same spot, unblinking, your crimson eyes fixed entirely on your wife as she moves around the apartment.

The first time Lin caught you doing it, she genuinely thought something was wrong. Now, she mostly finds it ridiculous. She'll be making tea or getting ready for bed and eventually feel that familiar sensation of being watched. The moment she turns her head, she finds you exactly where she expected, sitting on the couch, curled in a chair, leaning against a doorway.

Always watching.

“Why are you staring at me?”

You blink, your ancient eyes widening slightly as the question genuinely surprises you.

“I'm looking at my wife.”

“That's not an answer,” She grumbles, though you can see the amusement in her eyes.

You shrug, “It is from where I'm sitting.”

Instead of breaking your gaze, you lean your chin on your hand and continue to track her with that same intense, focus, refusing to look away even as she snaps her casefile shut that she was reading like it was a bedtime story. Lin glares back at you, her jaw tightening as she tries to out-stare a vampire that has spent centuries mastering the art of absolute stillness.

“You're doing it on purpose now,” She complains, her voice dropping into a rough, dangerous tone that completely fails to intimidate you.

“Always,” You purr softly.

Lin lets out a sharp, frustrated grunt and grabs a spare pillow, hurling it straight at your face with perfect precision just to break your line of sight.

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛

When it comes to your feeding habits, you usually spare Lin of the gory details. She acts like she doesnt care, but deep down you know whether or not you're getting enough blood is a constant source of worry for her. She's seen first hand what happens when you neglect yourself.

Most of the time, Lin notices the signs before you do. She catches the way your movements lose their usual fluid energy, the slight edge that creeps into your voice whenever someone asks too many questions.

The one thing that really disturbs her is the way your crimson eyes slowly darken until your irises are nearly swallowed by pitch black. While most mates of vampires might not think much of the subtle shift, Lin catches onto it the second she suspects something is off.

“Have you fed?”

You groaned. “That's a strange way to phrase it.”

Lin raises a brow, “Answer the question.”

You sighed already knowing where this was going to go. “Not yet.”

The moment the words leave your mouth, Lin's posture goes rigid as her jaw tightens and her shoulders square. Before you can say another word, she steps directly into your space, her calloused hand coming up to cup your face while her thumb drags across your cheek before settling firmly beneath your eye.

“You look terrible.” She says bluntly,

You gasp dramatically, clutching a hand to your chest. With what little energy you have left, you muster up your usual playfulness, hoping you can charm your way out of whatever lecture is coming. Unfortunately, you're married to Lin Beifong, and she remains completely unmoved.

“Your eyes are almost black.” She states, her eyes narrowing as she studies you.

You wiggle them suggestively. “Baby, they tend to do that when I'm in a mood.”

“That's not-” Lin actually splutters before stopping herself. She pinches the bridge of her nose and takes a slow, grounding breath. “You know what I mean.”

“Do I really though?”

“So now we're playing dumb?”

You grin, it probably would have been more convincing if your fangs weren't completely showing, nipping your bottom lip which was also a sign of hunger. Before you can come up with another excuse, Lin's hand latches onto your wrist and tugs you forward.

You nearly lose your footing. “Hey, wait!”

“No.”

“Lin…” You whine pathetically.

She ignores you and continues to drag you out of the living room and toward your study. You are significantly stronger than she is, but that doesn't matter, because neither of you are under the illusion that this is a fight you're actually going to win. Once you're inside, the mini-fridge is ripped open and a moment later, she places a chilled glass of blood directly into your palms.

“There.”

You stare at it, then at her, then back down at the glass. Lin folds her arms tightly across her chest, her bare feet lightly tapping against the floor. The look on her face leaves absolutely no room for negotiation.

You weren't sure why you were suddenly becoming a little shy under her piercing gaze. “You are literally watching me.”

“Correct.” She deadpans, like she had been expecting you to try and talk your way out of this.

You clicked your tongue. “That's weird.”

She gave you a look. “Says the vampire.”

You let out a breath, sinking further into the chair. “You're violating my privacy.”

Lin scoffs in disbelief, her hands flexing at her sides. “That's rich coming from you”

You grumble a curse under your breath but finally give in. Lin doesn't move nor does she stop staring. She watches you the entire time with a deep furrow between her brows, her concern evident on her face despite how hard she tries to mask it. Every now and then her eyes would flicker over your features, making sure you're actually swallowing instead of finding some creative way to avoid it.

“You know,” You say after a taking a long sip, your lips and teeth stained with blood. “Most wives don't supervise their spouses like this.”

“Most wives don't have spouses who forget to feed themselves.” Lin fires back, reaching for a tissue so she could wipe your lips.

“I didn't forget.” Your shoulders slacken as you attempt to plead your case. “I was busy.”

Lin lets out a long-suffering, heavy sigh. “You've been alive for centuries and somehow I still have to remind you to take care of yourself.”

You take another greedy sip, mostly because arguing is becoming significantly harder now that her lecture is actually making sense. Slowly, the healthy color starts returning to your face, and the dark shadows beneath your eyes begin to ease.

Some of the rigid tension finally leaves her shoulders, her foot stops its impatient tapping, and the hard line of her mouth softens ever so slightly. It is the exact reaction she'd been waiting for, proof that you were actually well, you.

You catch the way her eyes linger on your face and smile at her. “Aw, I love you too baby.”

Lin rolls her eyes hard. “Don't start with me.”

“You were worried.”

“I wasn't, you're immortal.” Lin lies.

“You dragged me across the apartment.” You pointed out, your eyes shining with mischief.

“You were being stubborn.” She counters, her eyes looking anywhere but you.

“You stayed and watched me drink the entire thing.” You added.

“You needed supervision.” Lin supplies.

Your grin widens, and Lin lets out a soft groan. Then, after a brief pause, she reaches over and gently cups your cheek. The gesture is quick, almost reluctant, but her thumb brushes across your skin anyway. You feel much healthier now.

“Don't do that again,” She commands, the irritation is still there, but underneath it sits something much softer, a quiet vulnerability that makes your chest ache a little.

You lean into her hand, your eyes locking onto hers. “I'll try.”

Lin's nose wrinkles. “That's not reassuring.”

You kiss the palm of her hand, letting your lips linger there to soothe her worries. “It's the best you're getting.”

Lin sighs heavily, her eyes melting with relief, and she steps in to press a kiss to your forehead before you can make another smart comment.

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When you do go out to dinner and you have to keep up appearances, You prefer your food rare, and by rare, you mean blue. Lin judges your plate every single time you order a raw steak at a restaurant and hides her face in embarrassment when you have to explain to the chef and the manager that you'll be okay and it wont kill you.

Thia particular evening, your usual spot was closed for renovations, so after nearly an hour of searching up places you finally found a table at this restaurant that was a further drive but still had the intimate atmosphere you were going for. Lin looked beautiful in her dress that hugged her in all the right places.

The night had been going smoothly right up until the waiter came to take your order. “And how would you like your steak cooked?”

You smiled pleasantly at the young man. “As rare as possible.”

The waiter nodded, scribbling on his pad. “Rare. Got it.”

“No, I don't think you do.” Lin snorts, she could practically feel a disaster approaching.

You tilted your head, you were wearing colored contacts because when you didn't, it drew too much attention and tonight was supposed to be about you and Lin.

“What she means,” You continued cheerfully, ignoring her unnecessary commentary. “Is that I want my steak blue if possible.”

The waiter blinked. “Blue rare?”

“Yes.” You nod.

He looked skeptical. His eyes traveled to Lin for help, and when he realized he wasn't getting it his gaze lowered to the penpad and pencil that was trembling in his hand. “Like... seared?”

“Barely.”

The poor man looked entirely confused, deeply concerned, then confused all over again. Lin dragged a heavy hand down her face. Her posture practically deflated under the weight of the waiter’s bewildered stare. She pressed two fingers to her temples, her cheeks flushing a furious pink that she desperately tried to mask by squinting hard at the bread basket.

“Just write it down,” Lin advises, reaching for her wine.

The waiter hurried away before either of you could elaborate. The moment he was gone, Lin pointed her fork aggressively at you before stabbing her salad. “You enjoy making people uncomfortable.”

You leaned back in your chair, sitting on an angle as your eyes raked her body. “I ordered food baby just like you did.”

Lin pretended she didnt feel the way your eyes kept trailing down her body. “You ordered a health code violation and spooked a teenager.”

“Eat your salad.” You chuckled, your fangs catching the dim light. “The sooner I can get that dress off of you the better.”

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Because your body is naturally dead, you have to actively concentrate to circulate what little warmth you have to match human body heat. Sometimes, when you are exhausted or deeply distracted, you completely forget to regulate your temperature. You’ll casually slide your hand into Lin's or drape your arm over her shoulder while she's working from home and the freezing chill of your skin always makes her instantly lock up. She always compares it to touching solid ice.

A sharp spike of panic hits Lin every single time it happens. She will drop whatever she is doing, wrap both of her calloused hands around yours, and glare at you with wide, intense eyes.

“You're freezing. What's wrong?” She demands, her voice laced with worry.

“Nothing is wrong, baby. I just forgot to keep my temperature up, it's fine.” You try to explain, offering a reassuring smile.

Lin dismisses your explanation outright, Her hands move briskly over your skin, rubbing your arms in an attempt to force some life back into limbs.

A deep crease forms between her brows, intense anxiety settling across her features as she studies you. “You are freezing.”

You open your mouth to reassure her, but she shakes her head sharply before you can even get a syllable out. “Absolutely not.”

Her palms slide upward, framing your jaw as she cups your face, her hot skin contrasting sharply against your icy flesh. “You feel like a corpse.”

You raise an eyebrow, a teasing smirk pulling at your lips. “I am technically a corpse.”

“That's not the point,” She says, a sharp huff of exasperation hitting your face like a warm breath. Her green eyes flash with a naked vulnerability that makes you soften. “You don't usually feel like this.”

A small laugh slips from you, but Lin remains entirely unconvinced, her grip tightening to anchor you. “Sit down.”

“Baby-”

“Sit.” She orders.

You allow her to steer you toward the couch, knowing from experience that arguing against her protective instincts is a lost cause. The second you're seated, she crowds into your space, one hand resting firmly against the side of your neck while the other wraps securely around your wrist as she climbs into your lap.

“Did something happen?” She asks, her voice gentle. “Did you overdo it? Lose too much energy?”

“Baby,” You trailed off, not sure what has gotten into her. “I swear I'm fine.”

Her eyes sharpens. “That wasn't the question.”

“What, you think I can't handle you?” You were a little offended that she thought hours of love making during the day would tire you out. It was true, you were rarely up at this hour but with her changing to overnight shifts the next three days you made some adjustments.

Lin shuffles in your lap, heat creeping up her neck as her arms circle around you. “Why must you be like this.”

You responded by sinking effortlessly into her hold, resting your head into the crook of her neck. Your cold cheek pressing against her hot skin. Lin hums softly, the low vibration rumbling deep in her chest as her fingers slide into your hair. It didn't take long for your body to warm up again, and lin held you until you eventually drifted off to sleep.

spilled ink and half-filled papers littered your work desk, while some lay crumpled and balled up by your feet. you tapped the end of your pen against the hard wood incessantly, your other hand clutching the side of your head, glaring at the few lines you just wrote. you’d been brainstorming ideas for your next book for the past two hours now, but none of them hit the spot just yet.

you sighed, leaning back on your chair as you rubbed and smoothed down your furrowed eyebrows.

two familiar beefy arms gently wrapped around your neck from behind, your girlfriend’s chin resting on the top of your head.

“ah, toph. it’s you.” you smiled, caressing her forearms and pressing a gentle kiss on them.

“writer’s block again, or whatever you call it?” she asked, feeling up the wads of paper on the floor with her toes.

you nodded, exasperated. “it’s terrible.. whenever i think ‘wow, yes! this idea is definitely it!’ i end up finding trouble inserting it into a decent plotline with good development.. i can’t even come up with a good starting paragraph!”

toph hummed, nuzzling your hair, “i have no idea what you just said, but that sounds cool.”

you chuckled, rolling your eyes fondly, “it’s anything but cool, tophie.”

“say,” her arms slightly flex around the delicate skin of your neck, “can you teach me how to write?”

that piques your attention. you glance up at her, curious, “you want to learn how to write?”

“if it’s not too much trouble.” she quickly adds, and you almost melt at the sweetness. you pat her forearms, “slide a chair closer.”

she lets go of you to do just that, reaching for the extra chair you always keep in the corner of your room, dragging it to the desk.

she sits by your side, and you allow yourself to stare for a minute. she was only in a tight tank top and shorts, her glorious muscles in full display for your feasting eyes. her dark hair was loosely brushed back in a low pony, porcelain skin marred with a few bruises from her last sparring match.

what a catch. you high-five yourself in your mind.

she scoots closer, and you set your daydreaming aside to grab an empty paper.

“mhm..” you scratch your head with your pen, thinking. “well, i’m not sure where to start. maybe the basics? we could start with the alphabet?”

she scoffs, “that’s boring. i wanna write proper words.”

“well, you need the alphabet to do that, toph.”

“make me write words!!”

you were already regretting agreeing to this. she was worse than a toddler.

you sigh, “how about we first write all the letters, then we can make words with—”

“no,” she reaches for your hand, taking the pen for herself. “hmm.. show me how to write my name.”

you glare at her, but you know better than to argue with your stubborn excuse of a girlfriend.

“fine then.” you sigh in defeat, holding her hand tightly along with the pen in her grip. “follow my lead.”

she nods, and you start with your instructions.

“first,” you move her hand with yours, “we dip the pen in ink, like this. then we tap it against the edge to remove the excess ink, so we don’t get blots on our paper. a very important rule is that it’s never dry. remember, dry equals bad. the tip must always be wet.”

she snickers, “like you.”

you give her a deadpan look, “why are you like this?”

“okay okay, yes.” she sits up straight, dipping it in the ink bowl and tapping it, then bringing it to hover over the sheet. “like this?”

“good girl. now, carefully feel my strokes,” you shift her hand with yours, drawing out the letters as she commits them to memory. “t-o-p-h.”

“so that’s my name,” she hums, bringing the pen to dip it again, “let me try it alone this time.”

you nod, and you watch her almost accurately write the same letters again.

“wow, impressive.” you kiss her cheek, looking down at what she wrote. “the letters are on point. your only problem is.. your spacing.”

“mhm? what about it?” she asks, gazing down at you.

“well..” you stare at the sheet of paper. “they’re kind of.. all on top of each other. but that’s fine, we can work on that.”

she shrugs, “it’s fine. i don’t mind them being on top of each other.”

your brow raises in confusion, but before you can question your weird girlfriend, she interrupts you with another request. “now, teach me how to write your name.”

you blink, spotting the eager glint in her eyes, then you chuckle. “my name? sure. are you really sure you don’t want to learn the alphabet first?”

“duh,” she rolls her eyes like you just asked the dumbest question in the world. “now show me.”

and once again, your lithe fingers find hers, teaching her the gentle strokes of your name.

when you let her do it alone on her second attempt, she repeats the same mistake of stacking all the letters on top of each other.

she says it’s not a mistake, though.

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“mhh— tophh..” you mewl against her lips, your floor a mess of paper and ink when your girlfriend suddenly sweeped it all off your desk, deciding to do you instead of her homework.

her thumbs press and rub on your peaked nipples, swallowing all your moans with saliva-wet kisses, the sheer force of them keeping your head pinned against the wall behind you.

her hands squeeze your tits, sliding up and down the curve of your waist, grabbing at whatever flesh she could.

she licked the saliva that dribbled off your lips, tonguing it back into your mouth as her hand finally slid down to cup your clothed pussy.

you kiss her harder, desperately sucking on her tongue while her fingers graze your soaked folds through your panties. you buck your hips against her hand, and you whine when she leaves your swollen lips with a wet pop.

“shh..” she presses a hot kiss to your neck, “i’ll take care of you.”

one thing you loved about toph is that she never kept you waiting.

it took less than ten seconds for your legs to be spread wide open and hiked up on her shoulders, her hands finding the fat of your backside to pull you closer, bringing your aching cunt to her needy mouth.

she catches the panties between her teeth, tugging them to the side, her fingers refusing to leave the nice swell of your ass.

your eyes cross and roll to the back of your head when her tongue finally finds your leaking pussy, licking a big languid stripe right across the center.

you uselessly thrash in her grasp, tears already welling up in your eyes, the desk clattering with your movement while her unrelenting grip tightens around your thighs. the pace of her feverished eating increases and so does the pitch of your screams.

“toph— oh! oh my god!” you moan, glassy-eyed, her tongue swirling in oddly familiar patterns you couldn’t quite place.

“rule one,” she grins against your swollen pussy lips, “dry equals bad, must always be wet. done.”

before you can even register her words in your pleasure-addled haze, fast strong strokes are licked across your folds and your back almost breaks from the unnatural arch it snaps into.

“oh my fuck! toph!!” you cry out, writhing uncontrollably as you finally make out the pattern she was following.

fucking hell— she was spelling your name out with her tongue!

“mhhm,” a low chuckle rumbles through her throat, the vibrations only making your thighs spasm harder around her head. “see? i told you i didn’t need any spacing.”

her tongue laps at your puffy clit in harsh flicks, and your vision flashes white.

“t-o,” she continues sucking and licking through your orgasm, using the fresh gush of your slick to coat your folds even better, “p-h. toph. that’s who this pussy belongs to.”

her effortless eroticism is almost enough to have you cum again immediately.

weak whimpers slip out of your lips, your hand finding her head to push it off your overly sensitive cunt. she grins, pressing one last deceptively sweet kiss to your swollen bud before mercifully pulling away.

she lifts herself up to capture your quivering lips into a slower kiss you easily accept, tasting yourself on her tongue.

“did i do good?” she asks, and the knowing smirk on her face is answer enough to her own question.

you wipe the remaining tears off your face, wrapping your arms around her. “.. you’re so filthy.”

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