livin' in the moment

she’s eating you out with a messy, focused hunger, her tongue swirling with an agonizing precision that makes your toes curl into the dirt. every few seconds, she pulls back just enough to let out a muffled comment, her voice vibrating against your clit. "wow, you’re really shaking, aren’t you? i can feel your pulse jumping all the way in your toes. i didn't know i was that good, or maybe you're just that desperate."

you let out a sharp, fractured breath, your fingers knotting into her long, messy hair as you try to push her back down. "shut up, toph. please, just... shut up and finish."

the vibration stops instantly. she pulls away, sitting back on her heels with a slow grace that makes your skin scream for the return of her warmth. you find yourself let out a pathetic, high-pitched whine, your hips arching instinctively to follow her, but she stays just out of reach. her unseeing, milky eyes are fixed somewhere over your shoulder, a smug, lopsided grin stretching across her face.

"did the little lady just tell me what to do?" she asks, her tone dripping with a mock-offended sweetness that makes your face burn. "i thought you were enjoying the commentary. it helps me keep track of how close you are to melting into a puddle."

you’re practically begging now, your voice a soft, breathless wreck as you look at her. "toph, don't be mean. i didn't mean it, just... i'm so close. please."

she sighs, a dramatic, huffing sound that echoes off the jagged cave walls. she tilts her head to the side, staring blankly at a cluster of stalactites as if she’s searching for inspiration in the silence. suddenly, she lets out a sharp, clicking sound with her tongue—an oh! of realization that makes your stomach flip with a mix of confusion and dread. she remembers a specific shape, a specific weight she’s felt through the soles of her feet in the darker corners of the earth kingdom’s bustling markets.

toph reaches out a hand, her fingers twitching in the air. a few feet away, a discarded crate of iron scraps begins to rattle, the metal shrieking as it’s torn from the wood. you watch, mesmerized and horrified, as the shards fly toward her, hovering in a swirling cloud of grey. her arm muscles ripple beneath her tunic, the definition in her shoulders and biceps on full display as she begins to mold the iron with the focused intensity of a master smith. she’s sculpting, you realized, her brow furrowing as she feels the internal structure of the metal shift and smooth under her command.

the realization of what she’s making hits you all at once. the jagged edges melt away, replaced by a thick, rounded head and a long, sturdy shaft that curves slightly at the tip. 

it’s unmistakable. 

your jaw drops, a hot flush of mortification sweeping from your chest up to your hairline. "toph! how do you even—how do you know what that looks like?"

she barks out a loud, rough laugh that echoes like a landslide. "sugar tits, i don't need to see to know what people are hiding under their floorboards. i’ve felt the vibration of these things in half the inns we've stayed at. you think people are quiet? they’re not. and the shape is pretty intuitive once you realize what it’s for."

she flicks her wrist, and the newly formed metal dildo—still warm from the friction of the bend—hovers over your entrance. she uses the magnetic pull of her bending to brush the tip against your swollen folds, teasing the sensitive skin with a cold, hard contrast that makes you shiver. "this is so weird," you lie, your voice cracking as you try to pull your legs together. "toph, seriously, this is... it's weird. put it away."

toph’s smirk only deepens, her head tilting as she 'listens' to the floor beneath you. "you’re a terrible liar. your heart is hammering against the stone like a trapped sparrow. it’s practically screaming at me to keep going. why do you bother lying to a woman who can literally feel your muscles twitching?"

you start to splutter out an excuse, something about the coldness of the metal or the absurdity of the situation, but she cuts you off with a sharp, flicking motion of her fingers. the metal dildo prods firmly against your opening, the weight of it immense and uncompromising. before you can even draw a breath to protest, she slides it in—one smooth  motion that stretches you wide and fills the aching void she left behind.

a choked, jagged moan escapes your lips as you feel the solid, unyielding weight of the iron inside you. it’s different from her tongue, different from her fingers; it’s a constant, cold pressure that makes you feel utterly conquered. toph moves her hand in a rhythmic, back-and-forth motion, her eyebrows raised in concentration as she feels the resistance of your internal walls through the metal.

she starts to increase the speed, the dildo thrusting into you with a mechanical, tireless force that no human could ever match. you’re squirming against the stone, your heels digging into the dirt as you try to find a rhythm, but toph is the one in control of the pace. she begins to talk, her voice low and raspy, vibrating through the air and the floor.

"look at you, shaking for a piece of scrap metal i just pulled out of the trash. you like how deep it goes, don't you? i can feel your cunt gripping it, trying to hold onto it. you’re so wet i’m surprised you haven’t short-circuited the bending yet. give it to me, sugar tits. let me feel exactly how much you can take before you break."

you’re biting your lip so hard you taste copper, desperate to keep the loudest of your moans from bouncing off the cave walls, but it’s a losing battle. the metal is moving so fast now, hitting your g-spot with a blunt, rhythmic thud that makes your vision go dark at the edges. you’re a mess of friction and sound, your body reacting to the cold iron as if it were the most precious thing in the world.

toph leans in closer, her face inches from yours, her breath smelling of mint and earth. she can feel the tension in your thighs reaching a breaking point, the way your entire skeletal structure is vibrating with the impending release. she slows the bending for just a second, a cruel, calculated pause that makes you sob out a plea.

"you can let go, you know," she whispers, her voice a rough caress. "i’ve got you. the earth isn't going anywhere. just let it out so i can feel the impact."

the permission is what finally undoes you. you let out a long, shuddering scream that tears through the silence of the quarry, your body bucking upward as the orgasm ripples through you in violent, agonizing waves. you’re so embarrassed by the sheer volume of it, by the way you’re clutching at her arms as if she’s the only solid thing left in the universe.

toph waits until the last of your tremors has faded into a soft, twitching heat before she calmly bends the metal away. she guides it back to the scrap pile, the iron shrieking one last time as it settles into the dust. she leans forward then, her movements surprisingly gentle as she presses a soft, lingering kiss to your inner thigh, right where the skin is most sensitive.

she pulls back, sitting in the dirt with her legs crossed, a massive, shit-eating grin plastered across her face as she wipes a stray smudge of dirt from her cheek.

"see? i told you iron was good for more than just armor. next time, maybe don't try to lie to the girl who can feel your toes curling from a mile away."

“come onn, tophie.” you whine, sprawled on the bed as you watch your girlfriend dry her hair off with a towel. “get in bed already.”

she snorts, shaking the rest of the water off her head. “someone’s needy. i wasn’t even gone that long.”

“yes you were,” you quip, propping yourself up on your side and sizing her up, admiring how low her shorts hung over her toned hips and the swell of her chest through her tight sports bra.

you sigh sulkily, patting the bed, “you train for wayy too long, makes me miss you so much. c’mere.”

“you’re such a pain.” she scolds, but she’s already trudging your way. the towel meets the floor as she climbs into the bed, the fresh scent of her shampoo filling your nostrils when she snuggles up to you.

you shudder when her hands slide under your oversized shirt (that you stole from her, obvi) to find your waist, her touch too cold from her icy shower, but you quickly melt into it when anything-but-cold lips find yours.

toph prods at the small gap between them, urging you to part them open so she can fuck her tongue into your mouth, which she wastes no time in doing.

“mmf,” your arms wrap around her strong shoulders, the kiss growing sloppier and hotter by the second. you feel her grin against your mouth, “good girl, always so eager for me.”

you breathlessly kiss her again, draping your bare leg over her hip while hungry hands roam down your back to your hips.

“oh?” she cocks an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the edge of her mouth, caressing the bare skin of your ass. “wearing nothing underneath.. so this was your plan from the start, you little slut.”

you smile knowingly, a small chuckle bubbling from your lips. “yeah.” you sultrily caress her buff arm, feeling the thick muscle flex under your fingertips. “why don’t you feel me up more?”

“you don’t really leave me much choice.” her warm mouth is back on yours, though not for long before she decides to travel down your jaw and neck, biting and sucking at the soft skin to drag needy moans out of you.

she groans at the feel of your back arching under her touch, an appreciative slap landing on your ass cheek. “you tease,” her rough hand rubs over the spanked spot while she continues marking up your neck with bruising hickeys.

her fingers brush over some sort of harness over your hips, and you watch her face scrunch up in curiosity. you bite your cheek to keep from smiling.

“is this a new type of panties?” toph continues feeling the material up, following it to your front to see where it ends. “some new sex wear? or— oh my god.” she gasps, pulling her hand back like she’d been burnt. she pulls back to glare at you, incredulous, “.. no you didn’t.“

“oh yes i did.” you cheekily press yourself up against her, chests flush together as you take in the bewilderment in her expression. god, it always felt so good to catch toph beifong this off guard.

“no way.” she roughly seizes your face, squishing your cheeks between her fingers. her grip is as mean as her glare, her brows furrowed in both shock and simmering irritation, “you didn’t.”

but you did. and she knew you did.

you, in fact, stole her strap.

she scoffs, giving your head a shake before letting go, “what do you think you’re doing?”

you grin, reveling in how rattled she seemed for once, “just spicing things up.”

“you,” she points at you, enunciating each word like this stunt of yours was a very threat to her identity, “..think you can top me?” she points at herself with a breathy laugh, “you’re funny.”

you steal another kiss, rolling your hips against hers and she shudders at the feel of the toy against her thigh. your smile widens, swiping your thumb across her lip, “don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.”

“this— this is ridiculous.” she huffs, increasingly flustered and somewhat offended.

“why?” you whisper back against her pursed lips, “scared you’ll like it a bit too much?”

the taunt is effective, her angry hands finding your hips and digging into them, “don’t test me.”

you only sneer at her glare, adding more fuel to the fire, “hmm? what’s that? the greatest earthbender in the world can’t take strap?”

and with that, she immediately crawls on top of you, pinning your shoulders down under her as her chest heaves in held-back fury, a red tint blossoming with fluster and irritation. “who the hell do you think you are?”

before you can reply with a snappy comeback, she cuts you off, roughly tugging down her shorts, “i’ll show you what i can take. putting on my strap won’t give you the fucking guts needed to dominate me, stupid girl. see how even with it on, you’re still under me? you always are. and you always will be.”

she was so mad that it took you all your willpower to keep from laughing. did she not realize she was proving your exact point?

your eyes rove over her body as she pulls the bra off over her head, your tongue darting out to moisten your lips at the delicious view, her skin still glistening from her shower and her nipples hardened by the cold air hitting them.

you slowly settle your hands on her hips, but they’re quickly met with a harsh slap that has you pulling them back with a whine.

“don’t touch me,” she hisses, tearing her panties off in a rushed attempt to tug them to the side.

your eyes blow wide open at the sight, but she gives you no time to process it before her fingers curl around your strap, giving it a singular pump before sinking down on it without hesitation.

“oh! oh..” she grunts weakly, muffling pained whimpers to hide the fact that she was clearly not prepared to take you all at once.

“toph,” you seize her hips, biting back a moan yourself at the sight of her stuffed pussy. a sight you’d never seen before. you mewl at her persistant riding, trying to stop her, “this— it’s too much for you, slow down— agh!”

she completely ignores you, picking up the pace as she somehow bottoms out, rendering you utterly speechless. this was her first time, too.

you groan in awe at the feel of her ass slapping against your thighs, her hands sprawled on your abdomen for support while quiet mewls escape her parted lips.

“this— ah, this is—” she stammers, her pretty features twisting into a pathetically cute frown that coaxes a needy moan out of you too. her cheeks were flushed pink, eyes glassy and twinkling with reluctant pleasure.

“good. this is good.” you help her finish her sentence, bucking your hips up and huffing out a breathless chuckle at the startled squeal it pulls out of her.

in all the years you’ve dated toph for, she’d never looked this pretty.

her freshly washed hair was already collecting sweat again, and the sweet confusion on her face made her look less like the ruthless earthbender you knew and more like a helpless brat finding out the joys of penetration.

for someone with such a big mouth and an even bigger ego, it didn’t really take much to shut her up.

her pace stutters and you seize the chance to tightly grip her hips, rolling them yourself and relishing the string of moans leaving her mouth.

“just like that,” you murmur softly, panting heavily as you urge her to loosen up and let you take charge. “just give in. i’ll make you feel so good, toph.”

you can see the flicker in her gaze, too conflicted to simply abandon her pride and allow herself to enjoy this, but you don’t give time for her stubborn thoughts to kick in before you lift her hips up and slam them back down on you, high-pitched yelps leaving both of you.

“oh— oh my god!” she moans, her eyes fluttering shut when you find your rhythm, fucking more of her brattiness out with each thrust into her sopping wet cunt. you feel her knees slowly give out, her words all jumbled up, “this— oh, it feels so—”

“feels so what?” you egg her on, gaze flitting up from her bouncing tits to her desperate face. “use your words, toph.”

“i—it’s..” she trails off, mewling at each roll of your hips.

you sigh, irritated. it was honestly impressive how she still managed to be so stubborn even when you were fucking her stupid.

if that wasn’t gonna pull praise out of her lips, you simply had to try harder.

“mmfgh, this is— ah! hey, w—what are you doing!?” toph squeals when you suddenly grip the back of her thighs and roll her over, pinning her under you this time, your strap still buried deep into her slit.

you look down at her baffled expression, drinking in the befuddlement and arousal in her eyes, her black hair pooling messily over the pillow.

a soft moan slips out of you at how vulnerable she looks. gods, you couldn’t wait to see tears well up in those pretty, prideful eyes.

you caress her thighs, giving them an experimental pat before pushing them down to meet her chest into a mating press.

she groans at the stretch, and you swallow thickly when you gaze down at where you two met, her slick already forming a frothy ring around the hilt of the toy.

“i— i need my feet on the bed,” she squirms under you, trying to push back against your grip. “i can’t see.”

you lean down to press a chaste kiss to her jutted lips, “you don’t need to.”

though still tense, her legs stop pushing, silently allowing you to hold them in place.

you both knew she could easily overpower you if she really wanted to, her buff thighs flexing under your grip were physical proof of that; but she made no serious move to do so yet.

this was the closest you’d get to her approval.

“good.” you press another kiss to her cheek, then another to her jaw. “just feel my body against yours. focus on the feeling of me inside you.”

she huffs, heat creeping further up her face to her ears, “.. you talk too much. just fucking move already.”

“you know, toph, you really have the worst attitude.” you snap at her, and if you blinked that next second, you would’ve missed her slight flinch. you exhale deeply, nails digging into her thighs, “but that’s fine. you just keep mouthing off, see where that gets you.”

she blinks, both surprised and puzzled at your newfound audacity. she scoffs, but her voice cracks a little, “hah! you think you can threaten me now? y-you’re just talking to talk— mmph!”

you shut her up with a brutal kiss, licking into her mouth with a roughness she never imagined from you, swallowing her pained grunt when you bite down on her tongue.

you press her thighs flush against her chest, the wet kiss turning into a mutual exchange of harsh bites and attempts at dominance.

your knees sink deeper into the mattress as you adjust yourself, slowly pulling out with a long, filthy squelch of her soaked cunt.

and before she even gets to whine at the loss, you slam right back into her, earning a loud shriek from her busy mouth that you also swallow just as eagerly.

you lift yourself off to admire your girlfriend’s weeping pussy once again, the sounds of skin-slapping mixed with her pathetic moans causing you to grow wetter yourself.

her body bounces with each rut of your hips, milky eyes welling up at your thorough pounding that she quickly squeezes shut, her hands coming up to cover her face in shame.

“no,” you let go of one of her thighs to pry her hands off, pinning her wrists over her head. “you don’t get to hide from me.”

your breath hitches at her angry frown, eyes glazed with tears and raw need, teeth clamped down on her lip to stifle her noises.

so this was how toph beifong looked fucked out.

your pace stutters for a second before you pick it back up again, shifting your leg for a deeper angle to force whimpers out of her pursed mouth.

“no— fuck!” she hiccups a sob, unable to stop the tears as they freely stream down her face now, and you almost cum from the sight alone. you moan even louder than her, “yes, yes. let go for me. please, toph.”

her crying grows desperate, helplessly thrashing underneath you and the knot in your lower abdomen tightens at how pitiful she looks. your hand ditches her wrists to find her clit, sweet and puffy over her stretched pussy.

her breath is knocked out of her lungs when you circle the bud, fast and devastating. you don’t even need her to tell you that she’s close with the way her eyes roll back, garbled curses tumbling from her lips.

with a light smack against her thigh, you give her one last deep thrust and, as if on cue, she gushes all over your thick cock, the slick dripping down on the mattress in strings and droplets.

your eyes flit back and forth between her dazed face and her drooling folds, both of them deliciously luring you in.

with the next glance between her thighs, you can’t help but swiftly pull out, much to her confusion, but you indulge her before she even asks.

“please, i need to feel you,” you almost whine at her, your fingers travelling down to gather up the wetness and swipe it over her slit. she squirms under you, too sensitive from her orgasm, a shaky exhale leaving her mouth when your fingers sink in her with a squelch!

you lower yourself down to kiss her deeply, and your head spins at the feel of her velvety walls spasming around your digits. “so this is what you feel like,” you pant against her lips, drinking in how ruined you made her. “feels so good.”

“t—too much—” she whimpers, tearing up again, her hands reaching out to curl around your shirt, and the gesture’s so sweet and uncharacteristic it makes you cave in. you take pity on her and steal another soft kiss, mercifully pulling your wet fingers out and bringing them to your mouth.

you hum appreciatively, “and this is what you taste like. you taste good.” you bring them to her pouty lips, pushing them in to press down on her tongue, “try it.”

if she wasn’t so wrecked, you were pretty sure she would have spat in your face. her tired but stubborn glare told enough.

she reluctantly sucks on your fingers, and a satisfied smile tugs at your lips at that. when they’re licked clean, you place a peck on her temple and finally roll over to her side, exhaling deeply.

a long silence stretches out as you gaze at the ceiling, both of you sprawled motionless on the bed.

you break it with a happy sigh, tilting your head to look at her. “so, did you like—”

“shut up.” she turns over, her back facing you to hide the warm blush on her cheeks. “fuck you. go to sleep.”

yeah, right. like she’d ever admit to liking that. what did you expect?

you grin to yourself and decide to give her a break, shrugging as you roll over to your side of the bed. “m’kay. good night, grumpy face.”

“i said shut up, not roll away.” she snaps, unmoving. “cuddle me, stupid.”

you smile and shift around to wrap your arms around her waist, “yes tophie.”

“don’t you dare tell anyone about this.” she barks, her grip tight and angry against the sheets, “or i’ll kill you with my bare hands and earthbend you a very, very deep grave. nobody will ever find you.”

you sigh, nosing her nape. “.. yes, tophie.”

“.. good.”

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* do i have a presentation due tomorrow morning and it’s already 10pm and i haven’t even gotten started? yes. did i spend all my time writing this instead? also yes.