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“no,” lin answers, pushing herself off from her chair. “i’ve got something important planned tonight.”

korra blinks. “i’m sorry but—what could be more important than this?” she waves her hand for emphasis.

lin doesn’t answer right away, tucking sheets of paper into her drawer before locking it up.

“i’ve got a date.”

korra blinks again. a date?

the lin beifong has a date? much less a partner?

the avatar searches the metal bender’s face for a long moment, trying to gouge whether or not she’s joking. finally, korra tosses her head back into a hearty laugh.

“sorry,” she wheezes. “a date? wow, beifong. i mean—who’s the lucky guy?” she tries to joke.

lin isn’t laughing.

she simply tugs off her gloves and looks the avatar over with a raise of her brow. “the lucky guy?” lin repeats in a way that makes the word guy sound bitter on her tongue.

then, the door to her office bursts open—hard and sudden. korra snaps her head to the entrance. anyone who dares to enter beifong’s office without verbal permission is bound to get a verbal beating. or worse, termination. the avatar is eager to see the unfortunate soul who stands at the doorframe.

you.

korra recognizes you as one of the girls who works at the front desk. she’s used to seeing you in a crisp uniform, but instead, you stand there primly with a flowy dress and a bright smile on your face to match.

korra finds herself frowning. she knows you’re a woman who’s… subpar at her job at best. she recognizes lin often yelling at you from her office for your poor work ethics. the chief of police must be working you to the bone for you to show up late at night on your off day.

poor girl. beifong is about to rip her a new one.

“lin!” you squeal.

korra winces even more because you just addressed the chief of police by her first name and not her title.

“what’s taking you so long? you said you’d be home by eight!”

lin—her green eyes unreadable—glances up at the clock with an expression of indifference. korra takes a step back, waiting for the classic beifong-bomb to explode at any second.

“i’m sorry, sweetheart,” lin sighs, eyes softening. “business kept me tied up at the office. you know how it is.”

lin crosses her office to meet you at the door. she raises her hand and presses her calloused palm gently against your cheek. her thumb strokes over the curve, then over your bottom lip. she smiles in content as you lean into her touch.

“i told you to wait at home for me like a good girl.”

“i know,” you sigh softly. “i just missed you. i haven’t seen you all day.”

despite korra being here first, she suddenly feels like she’s the one intruding. she clears her throat awkwardly, which catches both yours and lin’s attention.

“is there a problem, avatar?” lin hisses, her softened expression shifting back into a mask of familiar coldness.

“uh—um, no!” korra chuckles awkwardly, waving her hands like an idiot. “no problem at all—i just, uh, i didn’t know you had a girlfriend—”

“she is my fiance.” lin cuts off. “is there a problem, avatar?”

korra begins shuffling towards the exit, already plotting ways to tell the entire team about this.

“n-no! not at all! enjoy your date, beifong!”

between fucking each other through your eyes and rubbing your foot against lin’s shin underneath the dinner table, you two become insatiable with each other from the minute you got your first sip of wine, up until you’re pressed against the wall of your shared home with lin’s lips all over yours.

the metal bender is hungry with lust, forcing her tongue to slip past your lips as she claims every wet inch of your mouth as her own.

“you had too much to drink,” lin groans into you. “could get drunk just off your lips, my dear.”

lin presses her strong thigh between your legs, forcing you to part for her. your fingers tangle in her silver strands, giving it a harsh tug that makes her moan.

“bad, bad girl.” she hisses.

her hands are so large, tracing every inch of your curves. groping you, feeling you, making you hers in every way possible.

she moves like she’s been starving for this, and you know she has. you’re not oblivious to the way her cold, green eyes watches your every move from where you sat at the front desk. the way you purposefully drop papers by her feet, scrambling to your knees and looking up at her with eyes that can pass off as innocent—but lin knows better. she knows how much you love to be put in your place.

lin presses her nose into the crook of your neck, breathing you in.

“always such a tease when i’m trying to work,” she nips at your skin, making you gasp. “trying so hard to get my attention. trying to get me to crack.” she bites hard, making you cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. “but they don’t know. they don’t know how much of a slut you are behind closed doors, wearing my ring on your little finger. the ring that you always leave at home because you don’t want people to know that you belong to the chief of police.”

“l-lin,” you gasp, rubbing your dripping cunt helplessly against her clothed thigh. “n-need you—”

“need your mama?”

the pet name makes your eyes roll back with desire. expensive wine dances in your blood, making your nerves yearn for the older woman who has you pinned helplessly against the wall.

you nod frantically. “yes! i need you so bad, mommy! please—take care of me?”

lin pulls back, looking down at you with an expression that’s hard to read.

her brows are knitted together with sexual frustration, highlighting the wrinkles around her cold eyes.

“look at you,” she scoffs with kiss-swollen lips, “so young, yet so pent up with lust. what a pathetic sight.”

“lin,” you grip her crisp, white blouse. it’s unbuttoned halfway, revealing the lace of her black bra. “please. i can’t wait anymore. i’ve been so good.”

your words come out in a breathless, drunken slur. each word dangles at the tip of your tongue, enticing her for more.

“yeah? you’ve been good?”

you nod.

lin hums, contemplating. finally, she tilts her chin roughly to the direction of your shared bedroom. “go. i expect to see you completely bare. face down, ass up on the bed. if you really want it, you’ll make it quick.”

your eyes gleam all beady like a dog who was given a bone.

excitedly, you make your way to the bedroom, your bare feet padding against the floor, eager to present yourself to her. you strip yourself quickly, discarding your date night dress and your soaked panties. you position yourself exactly how she likes it. your face pressed against the pillow, hands behind your back, and your ass up in the air.

you hear clothes being shuffled around in the room over. excitement fills your core at the thought of lin—muscular, scarred, and naked—ready to take you. you hear the familiar thumping of her footsteps right behind you, and as you crane your neck to peer over your shoulder, a cold band of metal enclasps around your wrists and ankle, pinning you still.

a black belt hovers over her hips with a metal shaft sitting stiffly between her legs.

she grins, coming up to the bed and letting the mattress dip as she crawls over to you from behind. her thumb swipes over your wet cunt as she spreads your folds wide, inspecting you.

“good slut,” she praises, her voice raspy and deep. “so wet for me. bet you can take this metal strap so easily.”

her large palms settle tightly over your hips, pulling you back until the blunt end of her metal cock parts your entrance wide. your cunt is warm against the metal, stretching to accommodate the size as she sinks deeper and deeper. your eyes widen while your mouth part into a gasp.

“oooohhh, lin!” you cry against the pillow. “yess, mommy! you’re filling me up so deep!”

lin lets out a needy groan as sheathes her cock all the way inside. once settled, slowly, she draws her hips back and forth, fucking you in a surprisingly gentle rhythm. she admires the way you take her metal cock—licking her lips at the sight of the creamy white ring you left around the shaft every time she pulls out and fucks right back in.

your pussy is surprisingly pliant, taking every inch of her with no problem.

“look at you,” she breathes. “taking every inch like you were made for this.”

you moan softly. “am i being a good girl, mommy?”

“hah,” she laughs incredulously. “either that, or you’re just a natural born slut.”

your eyes glance over your shoulder again, and your eyes widen when you realize what she’s doing.

behind you, she twists her hand in a way that’s all too familiar: metal bending.

the metal cock grows an inch or two deeper inside you, up until you feel it kiss your cervix. your vocal chords strain into a loud cry which only satisfies lin.

“good. cry for me and take every inch of it, sweetheart!”

her heavy and muscular body leans over you, her tits pressing against your sweaty back while she fucks you with wild abandon. the bed creaks and cries in time with your moans. your senses are overwhelmed with pleasure. with one hand holding your hip tight, the other finds their way into your hair, tugging it harder into the mattress. lin mutters filthy words into your ear, but you can’t make them out—too stimulated with her metal cock and too tipsy off wine to even think.

“m-mama,” you mutter. “so good. so close. don’t stop—ah!”

before long, your cunt spasms violently around the metal shaft. your hips twitch and convulse as a cocktail of sensations take over your body completely. your drool dampens the white pillow beneath you while your cunt sprays out juices that lin would be happy to lick up later.

“gooood girl,” she coos. “cumming so hard around mommy’s cock. good fucking girl.”

you slump into the mattress, trying to catch your breath—but slumber takes over you instead.

your body decides for you: settling into a quick nap, leaving lin clean to up the mess around you. not that she’s complaining.

in a little while, you awake to her strong arms wrapping tight around your body. you don’t now exactly how much time has passed, but it was clearly enough for her to clean and change into a fresh pair of pajamas.

the cotton of her white tank top soothes your wet cheeks as she pulls you close. her hands run up and down your bare back while she presses kisses to your sweaty temples. she’s so gentle, so soft in a way that contradicts the way she treated you earlier.

babbling tiredly, all you can do is melt into her arms.

“so cute,” lin murmurs so quietly, and she doesn’t care if you can hear her or not. “get some rest, my little pet.”

she glances over her shoulder, finding your wedding ring on the bedside table. she reaches over with a groan, slipping it onto your finger.

“my dirty little secret.”

lin walks into the office with a bright head on her shoulders, ready to tackle the day.

she knows she has that meeting with korra and tenzin—something about some thugs that korra tried to stop the other night. she greets the security who lingers at the front of the building. upon entering, she also greets you.

“good morning, chief beifong,” you say with a guileless smile behind your desk, as if she hadn’t ruined you the night before.

“good morning.” she replies curtly, stopping at your table. “what’s on the schedule today?”

“you have a meeting at twelve. but before that, korra and her friends are already in your office, waiting for you.” you try to explain as professional as possible.

lin raises a brow, resting a palm over your desk and leaning in close. “they’re in my office, you say? and who let them in?”

you flutter your lashes at her innocently with a grin.

“oh, i’m sorry,” you tease, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. the metal band of your wedding ring glints in the sunlight that peers through the windows, catching lin’s attention. “was i not supposed to do that?”

lin’s eyes widen slightly in disbelief. you’re wearing the ring to the office?

then, a smug little grin tugs at the corners of her lips, emphasizing the wrinkles around it.

“no. you weren’t.”

she glances around the office. coast is clear. then, she grabs the collar of your uniform and pulls you close until her lips brush against your ear.

“looks like i’m going to have to punish you for that later, don’t i?”

warmth fills your belly and trickles down to the very tips of your toes. you clench your thighs together, biting your lip.

“i’ll accept whatever punishment you give me, chief beifong.”

lin grins. “that’s a good little pet.” she pulls back and stands up straight, as if nothing happened at all. “get back to work. it’s going to be a long day.”

“yes, chief.”

lin turns to the direction of her office, and she stops short.

peering through the office windows, she finds a group of troublemakers stacked upon each other like pancakes—all eyes wide and all jaws dropped. korra. mako. bolin. assami. tenzin.

when they finally realize they’ve been caught red handed by the chief of police, they all rush away from the window like a bunch of kids and try to appear ‘normal'—which they ultimately fail to do.

bolin twiddles his thumbs like an idiot. mako is holding up a piece of paper, trying to seem interested but how can he when he’s holding the paper upside down? korra crosses her arms and whistles a tune to make her seem bored. tenzin clears his throat, but instead, he chokes on his spit. assami is patting him on the back for comfort.

a deep and heavy sigh leaves lin’s lips, already dreading walking through her own doors.

ᢉ𐭩 toph whose love language is banter and play fighting, but who can read the room and quickly understand when something’s wrong with you, stopping the second she doesn’t hear your usual giggly protest.

ᢉ𐭩 toph is stubborn and rebellious, but she’s a great listener. she’s very attuned to your body, so even your voice lowering down a notch piques her attention. she’s blind, but not to your minor changes.

ᢉ𐭩 toph who never brings it up “concretely”, but her gestures are more than enough to let you know she noticed. that day, she’d hold your hand more, cook you hot meals, do your hair, and even shower with you.

ᢉ𐭩 toph who does believe in tough love, but she doesn’t overdo it. she knows how depression can make even the most mundane tasks seem impossible, but with her gentle nudging, everything seemed so much more feasible. she’d carry you bridal style to the bathroom and tease you with her usual smug grin, “c’mon, lazy girl. shower with me, i need someone to rub my back.”

she obviously doesn’t need that, but she will pull excuses out of her ass to make her acts of service seem casual, because the last thing she wants you to feel like is some burden she took pity on.

even with your initial reluctance, you find that her light scolding does help you on the long run. because as tempting as rotting in bed and wallowing in your sadness sounds, you know you’re only digging the hole deeper. they say the only one who can save you is yourself — but in your case, the one who was saving you was toph.

ᢉ𐭩 toph who has a very clear understanding of your limits. she will only push when she can, but in the mornings where your limbs are too heavy around hers and your sighs are even a little bit shakier, she’ll simply pull you closer to her, your back against her chest as she presses soft kisses to your neck. it’s completely freakish how she can assess your state from your breathing alone; she knows your body better than you ever could.

ᢉ𐭩 toph who neatly braids your hair at night so you don’t have to deal with the tangles everyday, knowing how overwhelming hair can be for a depressed individual. once again, she shrugs off your questions with an offended scoff, “stop overthinking. i’m doin’ this because it relaxes me. now hush and stop moving, you’re ruining the braid.”

ᢉ𐭩 toph who’s woken up by the slight tremors of your back against her when you quietly cry in the middle of the night. her heart breaks whenever that happens, but she settles on wrapping her warm arms tighter against your body for reassurance. your crying stops for a second, scared that you woke her up when you really wanted this to be secret.

“..toph?” you’d quietly call out, but the only answer you’d get were her sleepy snores. relief floods you at the sounds and you sigh softly, melting further into her grasp as tears resume falling down your pretty face into the pillows.

of course, she was just faking sleep. she just didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable or guilty. sometimes, a good private cry was needed.

the next morning, she’d act completely oblivious to spare you the awkwardness, but you’d wake up to a breakfast-in-bed and an oddly clingy toph. when doubts would start simmering, a lump forming in your throat at the possibility that she heard you last night, you’d nervously ask her what was with the sudden affection. at that, she’d just groan and roll her eyes, “what, i can’t just hold my girlfriend anymore?”

reassured, you’d give her a small smile and shake your head, “no, of course you can.”

deep down, on some level, you did kind of have the feeling that she did know. and you were eternally grateful that she never brought it up.

ᢉ𐭩 toph who’s always present but never prods. since she herself wouldn’t want someone to find her secretly crying and start prying, she doesn’t bring it up with you either. but she can pick up on your sadness the days you’re more sluggish and tense, your feelings heavier on your heart. she won’t ask you directly, but she will make you a warm cup of green tea and invite you to sit with her on the balcony under the starry night sky.

that specific routine was her way of telling you “if you want to speak, i’m all ears.” whatever was said on the balcony, remained on the balcony. some nights, your hands would tremble around your cup as you cried and told her everything that weighed you down, and she’d offer you the tightest hug and the wisest words, her hands soothingly raking through your hair.

some other nights, you wouldn’t speak, just wordlessly burying your face into her chest, your fingers curling shakily around her shirt. she’d set your two steaming cups aside to hold you gently, your sobs filling the quiet air. after a little while, when you’d finally lift your head off her with snotty sniffles, she’d push you back against her, her grip gentle but firm, “not yet. cry it all out, sweetheart.”

and with that, to your very own surprise, tears are already soaking through her shirt again, much against your will. her ability to gauge when you were truly done never failed to impress you. she really did know your body better than you did.

ᢉ𐭩 toph who makes it a strict rule for you to never apologize or feel bad about crying in front of her. if a “sorry” ever slipped out of your lips after you were done venting to her, she’d huff and lightly flick your forehead, though not enough to hurt, “i told you to stop doing that, dummy.” then she’d get up, like nothing happened, picking up the now cold cups, “wait here, i’ll reheat our tea.”

ᢉ𐭩 toph who made it so easy to be vulnerable around her because she never used it against you or treated you any differently for it.

ᢉ𐭩 toph whose brows never once furrowed in pity in front of you, who didn’t treat you like some fragile thing for your feelings because she knew how condescending that felt.

whatever happened on the balcony, remained on the balcony.

ᢉ𐭩 toph who always ditched whatever she was doing the second you got up to make green tea, your mutual cue to go to the balcony and have a nice long talk. or just a nice long cry.