Ruler of Neptoon☫︎

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It's been a while since Toph decided to roam the city at night. Today was a good day of training and she figured she treat herself since she beat up every last student again with ease. With no hands.

In her down time at the temple, she's been hearing murmurs about this "legendary" and "undefeated" underground street fighter. Naturally, she had to find out herself.

After roaming around for a bit, she could finally hear commotion underground near the outskirts of the city. If it weren't for her seismic sense, she would've drilled a hole in the ground and completely missed the secret entrance just ten feet away from her.

There wasn't any music. Just cheers and jeers and it didn't take rocket science to figure out it was a really big crowd.

But some of these comments...weren't about the fight.

From "Get hiss ass!" "No mercy!" "My money's on the tall one!"

To "Don't hurt that pretty face!" "She is so hot..." "Finish me next!"

Just what is going on here?

"And the winner is...The Skipping Stone!"

3/4s of the crowd cheered while the rest groaned and tossed their coins into the pan. After a while the chatter died down and people started to file out. Most with grins on their faces as they counted their added funds.

Now, it was just you two.

After safely securing your prize money in your bag you stretched and wiped yourself down so you wouldn't be all sweaty and disheveled when going back to the surface. Then, you felt a pair of unrecognizable footsteps approaching from behind before you even looked.

"I know you know I'm here," she said, stopping a few feet behind and crossing her arms. She could only get so much information from the outline of your body and wondered not only if you were as good as people said you were, but also if you were as attractive as some have expressed back there. She can't help it, her curiosity gets piqued when it comes to a good challenge and someone who's potentially hot.

You turn around fully with a raised brow. Is that...

"Toph Beifong?" You said aloud. Complete disbelief. But it wasn't from being star struck, you just genuinely wondered why she'd be here or how she even found out about this place. "What are you doing here-"

"Normally I jump at the opportunity of a crowd, but," she began as she cut you off and backed up only a few inches. "I wanted to get a feel for what the fuss was about." She added. "Show me."

The true test. Can a highly contented street fighter keep up with THE Toph Beifong?

Let's find out.

You scoffed and got into your stance. Light on your feet and nimble, kind of like Aang. Which was a slight disadvantage for Toph since she can't pick up on all your movements too well considering you're not that grounded like the majority earth benders.

You knew of Toph. You've heard the legends and the stories since the avatar stopped Sozin's comet, but that's it. You weren't a fan but there was some admiration.

You struck first, sending a rock her way to test the waters. The sudden attack didn't even startle her. In fact, it only made her raise one brow. How pathetic.

In just an instant and without even so much as turning her head, she easily caught the rock in her hand.

"Is that it-?"

Before Toph even finished her sentence, you slid the ground from under her feet and sent another few rocks at her chest. She dodged most of the attacks, which is what you wanted so you could kick up some rubble and send it flying in the direction she dodged to.

You actually managed to knock her back...impressive.

It was a good thing this underground mock-arena was roomy. Because the attacks she was throwing would've caused serious damage on the surface.

Your evasion was out of this world. She could barely hit you. And while you couldn't hit her so easily, you still managed to clip her a few times. Which only made her grin wider.

What really got her was that you not only used some moves from your previous match, you also did a move you don't use often. While you were airborne after evading the tide of rocks shooting up from the ground, you quickly covered her feet with rock so she'd be stuck to the ground. Once you landed you didn't waste any time lunging and tackling her to the ground. Her wrists pinned while you both took the time to breathe. A drop of sweat hit her cheek but she wasn't bothered at all.

Instead...she was into it. Very.

"Will that be all, Miss. Beifong?"

All she did was grin. You really wore her out, which is a first in a long time in a 1v1. You're good...really good.

"Come by my temple," she said. You got up and dusted yourself off with a short laugh.

"I don't do that sort of thing. Thanks, though."

Did she just get...rejected? Toph Beifong, the greatest earth bender in the world, doesn't get rejected.

"Y'know, people would kill to come to my temple. Let alone be invited," she sat up and listened to your footsteps moving around. The sound of you picking up your bag and slinging it over your shoulder made her ear twitch. "My students told me about you."

"Ya don't say," You mused, half paying attention and heading towards the exit.

"Hey!" She stomped the ground and flicked upwards, blocking your path with a wall that stopped at your height. You huffed, annoyed, and turned halfway to cut a glance at her.

"What?"

"You," she pointed in your general direction--only slight off. "Are coming with me."

"To do what, exactly?"

-

You walked next to Toph in some kind of uniform that didn't quite fit too well. The accidental cropped shirt squeezed your biceps and these harem pants stopped above your ankles. She insisted that you'd be a "great addition" to her program.

"Attention, runts!"

You watched her walk ahead of you as her students lined up in rows like they've all personally seen war. Worn heavy armor and came back to the mainland smelling like blood, iron, and smoke. The way Toph taught, they might as well had been real soldiers.

"Dude...is that-"

"-the Skipping Stone? I was just thinking the same thing!"

"I can hear you whispering!" Toph crossed her arms. "Yes, I have recruited the mighty, almost** untouchable Skipping Stone. She's going to be my assistant teacher from this point forward. I expect you to put your fangirling aside and treat her like you'd treat anyone else. Understood?"

"Ma'am, yes, ma'am!"

"Sheesh," you mumbled under your breath.

"Alright, first order of business. Today's drill," she clapped twice and looked over her shoulder at you. "Everyone versus The Skipping Stone."

The whole yard erupted in cheers and pure hype. Some started cheering like they’d just been told the greatest fight of their lives was about to happen. Toph strolled across the yard to a raised platform, presumably where she sits to, uh...not watch**, but...assess? Something like that, you think.

You stepped forward only a little nervous. Not necessarily to fight these students of hers but part of your movements might be restricted by this tight ass uniform. You guess you just have to make it work for now.

"Rules are simple," she called out. "It can be one at a time or all at once. Earth and metal bending are allowed, and Skippy?"

You blinked and looked at her, confused. Did she just call you-

"Don't hold back."

You smile a bit at that. "Wasn't planning on it."

One particularly brave kid stepped forward first. It was a tall guy built like a brick wall, couldn't be any older than 19, and dropped into his stance without hesitation. A stance you don't see often out there underground. You took a deep breath and got into yours, trying to ignore the sound of the seams choking around your arms.

You barely even flinched when he charged. He was fast and heavy-footed, the ground shaking beneath you while he simultaneously turned the metal braces on his arms into projectiles. Of course, you were quick. Dodging while sealing the crack in the ground. Deflecting the metal scraps and using them to wrap around his ankles and send him airborne.

You could hear gasps and chatter as you threw a large piece of the ground upwards and had it wrap around his body so he didn't land harshly, then brought it back down. A loud groan escaped him as he hit the ground.

You weren't breathing as hard as he was. Sweat barely broke as you looked out into the crowd and shrugged to stretch your shoulders. Damn this shirt is tight.

"Who's next?" You asked. They all exchanged looks, coming to a conclusion in silence moments later. They were going to come charging at the same time.

One second it's quiet, the next second is straight chaos. There wasn't a line waiting. It was everyone moving at the same time. You blew a quick breath and got to work, remembering this wasn't some underground brawl to win some money for the week.

It was like a stampede coming from all sides. They were pretty fast. Only a few took a slower approach to catch you off guard. You took out three almost instantly since they also used metal projectiles. More evading rocks of different sizes hurling at you. Some hits landed but this was only because of this damn shirt!

"Time out!" You said as you hit the ground with a grunt. Mumbling curses and peeling it off, readjusting your pants and cracking your neck. This, this was much better.

As soon as it hit the floor you were now just in the bandages wrapped around your breasts. Sweat glistened along your shoulders, neck, and hairline. Some of the older students gawked, men and women. The younger ones admired how cool you looked.

"She's..."

"Yeah..."

"Wow..."

Toph huffed, irritated. You got back in the groove. Light on your feet. Nimble. Keen. Toph's ears perked at the recognizable patterns on the ground. Finally. This is what she's been waiting for.

"I'm ready."

It's like you've released five pound weights from around your arms. They were a lot more in unison this time but that didn't mean shit to you. You moved like a free leaf in the wind. An acrobat in a circus. Taking offense this time and knocking them down like crumbling pillars.

Many of them noticed you used earth bending way more than metal bending, assuming you were weaker in that regard. Which wasn't entirely false. There were some moments where they had the upper hand but you've been in similar situations like this before.

It was down to the last student who relied heavily on metal bending. You had to take it slower, ignore the sweat dripping from your chin to your chest. You two circled each other until she made the first move.

She was fast and precise. Looked a little older. One of few that wasn't driven by brute strength, but rather timing and technique. And while you've been going at this for a good five minutes, you still gained the upper hand.

You parried an attack of three metal bars coming at you in many the blink of an eye--which stung like a bitch. You countered fast and bent them to be shaped like boomerangs. When she went to dodge them, you used that opportunity to leg sweep and send a large rectangular shaped rock her way and knock her on her back. The woman got hit and fell back a few feet before rolling onto her face. A few seconds of silence goes by then the sound of slow clapping breaks you out of your trance.

"That...was epic!"

Some of the students groaned in response.

You eased up and took a much need deep breath, wiping your forehead your forearm. To which you now just noticed is cut up from not dodging enough metal attacks.

"Let's get you cleaned up," she added as she got down from the platform and approached you. "Everyone else clean up, too. After that, I want to talk to you all then you're free to go home for the day."

-

You winced slightly while you ran the cold wet cloth over your arms and shoulders. Then you patted it against your neck to cool off. Staring at yourself in the mirror until your gaze shifts to the right. Chuckling softly, you keep tending to the little cuts and scrapes on your upper body.

"You finally tell them I'm not actually here as an assistant teacher?"

"Yeah. I also said you were only here for the day. You should've heard the way they protested that idea. They really like you."

"I thought I heard a collective of jeers."

Toph walked up and landed on the sink next to you.

"You know you could've told me the shirt was too small."

You playfully scoffed. "I did," you said. "Twice. And you responded with 'you always whine this much?'"

She laughed. Your imitation was spot on. She wasn't going to say it out loud, but she only let you wear it because she sneakily found a way for her hands to be on your biceps earlier and decided even if she can't see it, knowing you're wearing something that could burst open if you continued to wear it was thrilling, in a way.

"You did great out there. For real," she said. Her tone as genuine as she could get without it being too mushy. "However..."

"However?" You asked with feigned offense.

"Your metal bending could use a lot of work."

You hummed and wrung out the water in the cloth before tossing it in the laundry bin. "I agree with you there."

"Luckily you have the greatest-"

"-earth bender in the world to teach me, yes, I know."

She huffed and crossed her arms with a faint smirk. "Where'd you learn to fight like that? I'm not used to that kind of fighting style."

You shrugged. "I kinda just learned it from surviving in the lower ring for most of my life. I didn't start making money until I heard about that little underground arena three years ago."

She hummed quietly. "Did you get your name from competing?"

"I actually got it from managing to skip stones on the ground as a kid," you chuckled to yourself at the memory. "My friends just one day started calling me that as an inside joke. Then I eventually took it to the arena, submitted my name as The Skipping Stone, and the rest is history."

Toph could almost imagine it as you spoke. The story you told was actually...sweet. Heartwarming.

You reached around your back to start undoing the sweaty bandages that stuck to your skin. She heard it all and could take a good guess as to what you were going to say next.

"Shower's down the hall," she said. You raised a brow at her.

"... isn't that where your quarters are?"

"Mhm," she confirmed. Calm, cool, casual. On the outside, that is. On the inside her stomach was twisting and her heart was racing. You nodded slowly and undid the bandages carefully. When they were fully off, you rolled them in your fist. She held out her hand without even glancing your way.

"I'll wash em for you," she said. You didn't question it cause she might change her mind in a split second.

-

The next couple of weeks consisted of more training and more...private lessons in metal bending. It would always be after sundown when it was just you two. You were a quick learner but what she really liked the most is that you proved your first fight wasn't a fluke. You didn't win against her all the time but you were pretty damn even. And that was something she doesn't take lightly.

Toph thinks she's subtle but she's the least subtle person you've ever met. From the flirtation that's wrapped in teasing to constantly hitting your arms to leaning on you while watching the other students train to complimenting you more when you're alone, you're not oblivious at all. Honestly? You found it cute. Endearing, even.

And she might claim to hate being called cute after she's been teasing you all day but the blush on her cheeks says otherwise every single time.

After a very long day of sparring with the others and her, you visited her quarters because she asked you to meet with her right after she was done discussing whatever it is she discusses with her students.

"Hey," you said while stepping in. She had just taken her hair down and was in a bra and shorts. Nothing you haven't seen before but you rarely ever saw her like this. "You wanted to talk?"

Toph stood up from her bed and walked towards you. Those cloudy eyes managing to reach yours, not bothering with coming up with a bullshit answer and instead just reaching up and grabbing your face to kiss you. When you didn't pull away she backed up a few inches so that her back met the wall. You didn't know what to do with your hands at first but after you processed the situation, they landed on her lower back.

One of your hands slid up to rest on her neck to deepen the kiss. Tongues tying and breaths mingling. Then she suddenly backed up and pressed an object to your chest. You look down to see a clear glass strap-on. She sensed that you were hesitating to speak so she spoke first.

"We had a long day," she simply said. "And I want you to use this on me."

You looked down, then back up at her. "Okay," you said with a soft laugh. You knew she was direct, but you hadn't considered this direct! That and you knew better than to question her after hours.

Your face was buried in her hair as she held you tight. Legs wrapped around your waist while you thrusted at a slow and steady pace. Her breaths a little shaky and shallow. Biting her bottom lip to stifle her moans so you didn't get a big head.

"You don't..." she gasped softly, trying to mask it with a raspier groan. "You don't have to go so slow. I can take it."

You left soft kisses on her neck and shoulder and hummed. "I know you can. I'm going slow because I want to," you murmured.

She groaned again but it wasn't in annoyance at you. Quite the opposite, actually. Her heart was beating faster at the fact that you weren't treating her like something to conquer or tame. But like...a partner.

"So stupid," she chuckled and squeezed her thighs against your ribs. The sound of you sliding in and out of her louder due to her enhanced hearing was chipping away at that wall she so meticulously built.

She unintentionally arched her back when you found a bit of a quicker rhythm, feeling you smile against her.

"Don't get all smug on me," she quietly scolded. "I didn't invite you here to- fuck-"

Her own senses betrayed her. What she thought was the booming drum of her heart was really yours. It was picking up so fast because you were deciding exactly when to go the pace she wanted.

You lifted your head to look at her. Her messy bangs covering one eye, hair sprawled all over the pillow. She was struggling to find the right words at the moment. You could see it.

"This okay?"

"Shut up," she breathed out. Teeth gritting as she only got wetter. The grip her legs had around you loosened so you could have more room, and boy did you use it.

She grabbed your forearms that were by her head tightly. Refusing to give you the satisfaction that you were slowly but surely unraveling her.

She grunted and lifted her hips as much as she could. At first you were sharing at moment in time, now you were fucking. As much as she tried to hold back her little whimpers they kept slipping through. Your rhythm was now different. Primal. Your eyes closed for a few seconds while you just listened. Her breath hitching. How she reacted when you would intentionally go in halfway just to slam your hips into her a second later. How she thinks you didn't clock her whispering your name twice now because of how quiet it was. You caught it all.

"Right there, yeah," she said between her teeth. Eyes rolling back and grip weakening in your arms.

She's close but she won't tell you. It's up to you to guess, but in reality you didn't intend to stop yet. It was clear she needed this after the week she had and you're the one she chose to give that to her.

She cursed aloud when she came. Slick coating your bare thighs and lower abdomen. You kept going. And going. It was now that she let go. Toph's moans and groans were so raw yet so precious. She couldn't stop. Still squirting, still demanding you don't let up. Do not stop.

She reached up with cold, shaky hands and held your face. Getting a feel of the expressions you were making while you guided her through this high. From your cheeks to your eyebrows to your parted lips. Her breaths heavy as she started to come down.

You slowed your hips to a stop. Still inside her. Your faces only inches apart. She didn't move to kiss you and neither did you. Her fingers gliding against your sweat glistened forehead. You knew this would be the only way she got to really look at you. You smiled lazily when her thumbs ran across your lips. She listened to your heartbeat get slower.

She swallowed and licked her lips once she could fully think straight. Bringing you down to rest your forehead on hers. One peck on your face, then she spoke.