Can you please consider writing police chief toph as a sugar mommy 🥹? like she buys reader whatever she wants. lil bit of an age gap? To give toph that mature mommy vibe YKYK and reader LOVES toph's kids and toph loves that abt her 🤤 can be nsfw or sfw whatever you're comfy with tbh! Also I really love how you pace your stories, it makes my day whenever i wake up to a new fic 😭🙏🙏🙏
policechief!toph x f!reader
content: sfw, age gap, sugarmommy!toph, teasing, intimacy.
summary: you’re married to police chief toph. that’s the story
chief beifong was, once again, cooped up in her office late at night, papers and documents scattered all over her desk. one hand was clutching her head, as she listened to the latest reports being read to her for agonizingly long. she could literally fall asleep right now.
a soft knock brings her back to attention.
“come in,” she exhales tiredly, rubbing her temples.
you walk in, closing the door behind you, holding a basket. you politely nod to her assistant, before making your way to her. “it’s me.”
“oh, sweetheart.” her expression relaxes, as she leans back against her chair, patting her lap. you blush, hesitating. you weren’t alone for fuck’s sake!
“ah,” she chuckles, getting the memo from your halted footsteps, and lifts her hand to her helper. “thank you, you’re dismissed.”
they nod, awkwardly closing the half read scroll, “good night, chief.” they turn to bow to you as well, “good night, mrs. beifong.”
gods, you could never get enough of hearing that.
when the door shuts, you set the warm basket of food on her desk, and climb into her lap, her arms snaking around your waist.
“mhm,” she presses a kiss to your cheek, a teasing smirk tugging at her lips, “so, what’s mrs. beifong doing here so late at night?”
you melt under her raspy, sleepy voice. she was so sexy without even trying.
you cling to her, nuzzling into her chest. “i brought you something to eat. and, i missed you.”
“aw, such a sweet thing,” she coos, firm, calloused hands tracing up your back. “just couldn’t wait until morning, hm?”
you peer up at her, pouting. “i didn’t want you to be hungry all night..”
“what would i do without you, pretty girl?” she chuckles, shifting you to make you straddle her, grabbing your hips. “are the kids asleep?”
you nod, smiling fondly, “they didn’t cause me any trouble tonight. i think they’re warming up to me.”
she pulls you into a slow, gentle kiss. “of course they are. you’re the perfect wife in every way. i’m sure they’ll be calling you mom in no time.”
you flush at the thought. it seemed like a stretch, especially with how young you were, being only in your twenties when the eldest, lin, was already eleven.
but they did like you, so you entertained the idea, contently gazing at your wedding ring.
you had just married toph a few months ago, having dated for a year prior. of course, you were hardly met with approval from either of your families, and lots of rumors were circulating around everywhere.
after all, you were involved with the face of the republic’s justice. so, nasty remarks were to be expected.
“i heard the chief is fucking some twenty year old bimbo in the city”, “yikes, can’t she tell she’s being trapped into becoming her nanny?”, sleazy comments about how you were a gold-digger, or a useless pretty trophy wife, or even some naive girl toph tricked into raising her kids..
it was definitely hard to navigate at first, but things were much easier now thanks to one incident.
it was some months ago. you were strolling around the small shops, looped around toph’s bicep like a doll, as she bought you whatever you set your eyes on. you lit up when you spotted a beautiful, heavy pearl necklace on a boutique’s display window. you flinched at the price, looking away. she’d sensed your hesitation from how your grip on her arm shifted, so she stopped in her tracks.
“mhm? what caught your eye, princess?” she patted your head with her free hand, “guide me.”
you stammer, shaking your head, “n-no way! i couldn’t accept that from you, toph! seriously, it’s way too—”
“ah ah,” she interrupted you with a firmer pat, “sweetheart, i love you, but i don’t remember asking. i said, guide me. don’t disobey your chief now.”
and much to your dismay, she did end up buying it.
however, while you shyly waited by her side as she fished for her card, the cashier shot you a dirty look, and scoffed.
that noise was all it took for the man to become a spectacle to anyone passing by. you tried to intervene, panicking, but she only stopped when satisfied: after beating him to a pulp.
she stood up, dusting her hands, and glared up around her, aware of the many people watching, “does anybody else have an opinion on my wife? go on, little bitches. say it to my face, if you dare.” the crowd scattered, people quietly murmuring in fear.
you squeezed your thighs at the sight, pussy throbbing. you rode her to tears that night.
“earth to mrs beifong,” toph croons, amused at how distracted you were, her fingers toying with the hem of your skirt.
you blush, embarrassed, shaking your thoughts off, “sorry! i’m just.. really happy that the kids are taking a liking to me.”
she hums, feeling up your thighs, “you’re so cute, sweetheart. so, what did my darling make me for dinner tonight?”
oh, right. you reach for the basket on the desk, setting her between you, as you straddled her more comfortably, “your favourite bento.”
she groans, opening it and taking in the delicious smell wafting off it, “did you know you’re the best woman to have ever walked this planet?”
you chuckle, delighted with the praise, drinking in the eagerness on her face. you wait for her to take a bite, but she just looks up at you instead.
“you know,” she lazily grins, pulling you a bit closer by the hips, “i’d like it much better if my sweet little wife fed me herself.”
you smile, used to her affectionate teasing, and grab the chopsticks. “say ahh.”
“ahhh,” she opens wide, as you gently shove the morsels into her mouth, earning pleased moans of approval from her. “so fucking good. you never disappoint, baby.”
you continue feeding her, now reaching for the last bit. she grabs your wrist before you do, humming playfully, “i think i want to eat this one straight from your hand instead.”
you sigh, heat rising up to your ears, “tease.” you pick it up and bring it to her lips. she smirks, taking your whole fingers into her mouth along with the food.
you gasp softly, “toph!” you feel her laughter rumble through your fingers, as she sensually coats your digits, making sure they were all evenly soaked before finally pulling away. her lips were still connected to them by strings of her saliva.
her hands squeeze your thighs tighter, before tugging you into a wet, sloppy kiss.
“i’m sorry for dropping all the housework on you, love,” she apologetically presses a soft peck to your cheek, “i’ve just been so busy lately..“
you shake your head, wrapping your arms around her neck, “it’s not your fault, babe. your work is much harder, i just try to help you in any way i can.”
“you’re the sweetest angel in the whole republic,” another brief wet kiss. she smiles, caressing your legs. “how about i make time for us tomorrow? a full day of shopping and eating, unlimited budget for my darling. what do you say?”
you chuckle, brimming with joy, clinging to her even tighter. you were like a dog hearing all its favourite words.
she squeezes you even more snugly against her, and kisses the top of your head. “i love you, sweetheart.”
“and i love you most, tophie.”
* how do i manage to add finger sucking to every fic i write oh my god
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