Hmmm

Her hand slid between your thighs, deliberate, confident and when her fingers finally brushed your pussy, your entire body jolted.

“Toph—!”

“There,” she murmured, almost satisfied, her fingers pressing more firmly, feeling the way you reacted instantly. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

Your hips shifted without thinking, chasing the touch, your breath already uneven.

“You feel that?” she asked.

You nodded, barely able to form words.

“Good,” she said.

Her fingers moved again, slower now, more intentional, spreading your folds, tracing through the warmth there like she was proving a point you couldn’t argue with. A soft, helpless sound slipped from your lips as she pressed more firmly, her thumb brushing just where you were most sensitive.

“That’s mine,” she muttered. “All of it."

Your hands gripped her shoulders tighter, your body already responding, melting into her despite the earlier tension still lingering in your mind.

“You still gonna tell me you’re not beautiful?” she asked, voice rough now.

“I....” your words broke into a breath as her fingers moved again, curling slightly, drawing a sharper sound from you. “Toph, I.”

“Yeah,” she cut in, almost smug. “That’s what I thought.”

Her other hand slid up your back, holding you steady as she worked you slowly, deliberately, like she had all the time in the world to prove her point.

“You’re soft,” she murmured, her forehead pressing briefly to your shoulder. “You’re warm. You react like this every time I touch you.”

Her fingers pressed deeper, slower, curling just enough to make your breath hitch again, your body tightening around her. “And you think that’s not perfect?” she added.

You shook your head weakly, your voice barely there. “I… don’t know…”

Toph huffed softly, but there was no real annoyance in it. “Then I’ll remind you,” she said.

Her pace didn’t rush but it didn’t stay gentle either. It built, steady and controlled, her fingers moving with confidence, her thumb pressing more firmly as she felt every reaction, every shift of your body.

“Say it,” she demanded quietly.

You let out a broken breath, your grip tightening on her. “I—”

“Say it,” she repeated, her voice sharper this time, her fingers curling again just right, pulling a helpless sound from you. "I want to hear it come from your lips."

“I’m...” you gasped, your body tightening, “I’m yours.”

“Not what I asked,” she muttered, another slow, deliberate movement, deeper this time.

“I’m beautiful—!” you finally broke, your voice shaking.

Toph stilled for half a second then smirked.

“Yeah,” she said softly. “You are.”

Her pace picked up just slightly after that, her grip firm, her focus entirely on you now not just proving a point, but finishing it. Your body responded faster, the tension building sharper now, your breaths coming quicker as you clung to her.

“That’s my girl,” she murmured.

Toph felt the shift immediately.

Not just the way your breathing steadied again after she’d left you trembling in her lap but the way your hands changed. Softer at first… then more certain.

“…What are you doing?” she asked, voice still a little rough, though there was already a hint of suspicion creeping in.

You smiled faintly against her shoulder, your fingers sliding from her back down to her waist, slow and deliberate this time. “What? I can’t touch my girlfriend?”

“You can,” she said easily, too easily but her shoulders tensed just slightly beneath your hands. “You’re just… being quiet about it.”

You hummed softly, your lips brushing near her ear. “Maybe I learned something.”

Toph snorted. “Oh yeah? And what’s that?”

“That you like being in control…” your fingers slid lower, tracing along her side, “…but you don’t expect to lose it.”

Her breath caught, just for a second.

You felt it and that was all the confirmation you needed.

“Careful,” she muttered, though the warning didn’t have the same bite it usually did.

You shifted slightly in her lap, turning just enough to face her more fully. Your hands came up, cupping her jaw gently, something she always pretended to hate, even though she leaned into it every time.

“Relax,” you murmured. “Let me take care of you for once.”

Toph huffed, her hands resting on your hips again, but they didn’t stop you. “I don’t need taking care of.”

“No,” you agreed softly. “But you deserve it.”

That made her go quiet.

Your lips brushed hers, slower this time, softer—less teasing, more grounding. When she kissed you back, it wasn’t as forceful as before. Still strong, still sure but there was something else beneath it now. Something that let you take the lead.

Your hands slid down again, more deliberate now, tracing along her stomach, her hips, feeling the way her muscles tensed and relaxed under your touch. You took your time, just like she had.

“Spirits…” Toph muttered under her breath as your fingers pressed a little more firmly against her thigh.

You smiled faintly. “You feel that?”

“Yeah,” she admitted, voice quieter now. “I feel everything.”

“Good.”

Your hand slipped between her thighs, slower than she had been with you, testing, learning, savoring. When your fingers finally brushed her pussy, her reaction was immediate. Her breath hitched, her grip on your hips tightening just slightly.

“…Don’t get cocky,” she muttered.

You hummed, your fingers moving again, spreading her folds carefully, feeling the heat there, the way her body responded even though she tried to stay composed. “I’m not,” you murmured. “Just paying attention.”

Her head tipped back just slightly as your thumb brushed over her, the tension in her body giving way piece by piece.

“You talk a lot for someone who’s about to lose control,” she shot back weakly.

You smiled against her jaw, pressing a soft kiss there. “You like it.”

“…Maybe.”

That was as close to an admission as you were going to get.

Your fingers pressed a little more firmly, slower at first, learning the way she reacted, the way her breath changed, the subtle shifts of her hips even when she tried to stay still.

“You don’t have to hold back,” you murmured.

“I’m not holding...” her words cut off into a sharp inhale as your fingers curled slightly, hitting just right.

“…okay,” she corrected under her breath.

You let out a quiet laugh, your other hand sliding up her chest, holding her steady as your pace built just slightly. “There she is,” you whispered.

Toph huffed, her hands tightening at your hips again, grounding herself even as her control started slipping. “Don’t get used to this.”

“Too late,” you murmured, your fingers moving more confidently now, your rhythm steady, deliberate, mirroring everything she’d done to you.

Her breathing grew uneven, her head dropping forward slightly until her forehead brushed yours.

“…You’re annoying,” she muttered.

“And you love me,” you whispered back.

“…Yeah,” she admitted quietly.

Your thumb pressed more firmly, your fingers curling again, drawing a sharper reaction from her this time, a low sound she didn’t even try to hide.

“That’s it,” you murmured, your hand steady, your focus entirely on her now. “Don’t fight it.”

Toph’s grip tightened again, her body responding faster now, the tension building with each movement.

“…Don’t stop,” she said finally, the words quieter than usual, but no less demanding.

You didn’t of course, you held her there, close, steady, your pace consistent as her control slipped further, her breaths breaking more with each second.

And when she finally let go it wasn’t quiet, your arms wrapped around her immediately after, holding her close as she steadied, her breathing slowly evening out again.

“…Don’t get smug about that,” she muttered weakly.

You smiled softly against her shoulder . “I wouldn’t dream of it.” You then placed a kiss to the nape of her neck.