No. Just. No

toph was supposed to be away on a work trip.

it had been eight days since she left, pressing an apologetic kiss to your pouty lips as she excused herself and explained the urgency of the matter.

you knew you couldn’t hold your wife back just because of your selfish whims, so you reluctantly sent her off, but you did not go a day without pestering her with constant phone calls or letters.

she’d often snap at you for calling her at work, scolding you for how unprofessional you made her seem, but then you’d apologize so sweetly and whine about how much you missed her so needily that she’d spare you the long lecture.

it was always so short, though. she was so swamped with work she was barely giving you any attention, and as the days went by, she only got more irritated, her replies shorter and meaner.

that pissed you off! you were just being a good spouse, checking in on your hard working wife, but now the only reply you’d get as soon as the line connected was “hang up. talk to you later.” and of course, that “later” would rarely come.

if she wasn’t going to give you proper attention, you were more than petty enough to make her regret that.

she thought your well-intended calls were “unprofessional”? oh, you were going to show her what unprofessional meant alright.

your fingers swiftly dialed her office’s number, holding the phone snug against your face, readying yourself.

beep.

“hello, chief beifong’s office here.” you smiled at her assistant’s voice.

“please,” you let out a soft breathy moan, “i need toph.. immediately. mhh, put her on the line.. it’s an emergency, please. hurry.”

you heard the poor assistant’s flustered gasp, her voice lowering to a whisper, “e-excuse me? who is this? chief beifong is busy. this is not funny—”

“ah, please,” you whimpered louder, “this is her wife. please, put her through, right now. i can’t.. hold on much longer.. mmph..”

you had to bite back a laugh as you heard her scandalized tapping away on the phone pad, murmuring a quiet “i don’t get paid enough for this” under her breath before a sharp click interrupts all sound.

a short pause followed suit, then erupted the voice you’d been longing to hear all this time. “beifong here. in a meeting, so make it quick.”

bingo. that meant she likely had her coworkers nearby.

“tophhh..” you drawled out, hearing her breath hitch. you pressed the phone tight against your lips, gasping out a small whine, “mmh, toph, i need you so badly.. need your hands all over me.. i miss your—”

the line abrupty cuts. well, that was quick.

you chuckle, setting your phone down, as you lean back against your couch.

she was probably a mortified mess right now, you made sure to be loud enough for at least someone near her to pick up on your sounds.

you wondered how she’d try and fix this. would she say she had no idea who you were? that this was a completely random prank call by some unknown? or maybe she’d just deny it all, reframing the entire context into something more innocent?

she deserved it. if she found you embarrassing for simply calling her, you’d go ahead and show her true embarrassment.

you get up, your smile only widening the more you imagined her flustered face as she’d try and justify the mess you got her into, then you decide to get started on laundry.

you’re about halfway through the second batch of clothes when you suddenly hear steady, rhythmic knocking on your door. you hum, a little confused on who would be there. did a friend drop by without warning you? or maybe some old delivery just came?

you lift yourself up from the floor, dragging your feet until you reach the door, hand on the knob. “yes? who is it?”

no answer.

you scoff, “haha, very funny. if this is one of you kids again, i’m coming to kick your sorry butts next time!”

just as you turn on your heel, the knocking comes back, stronger this time. oh, those little twerps.

you groan, slamming the door wide open, “ugh! i told you i would kick your— .. ah..”

the air is knocked out of your lungs, your brain trying to make sense of the sight before you.

a very, very displeased toph was standing in front of you, one hand on the door frame, a finger tapping on it insistently. you noticed a prominent crack forming under where her finger laid.

you swallowed, your gaze travelling back to her face.

lips tightly pursed, brows sternly straight, silently glaring you down — and you knew quiet toph was always the most dangerous toph.

but what was she doing here?

she was supposed to be miles away from you! this didn’t make sense at all, your mind raced to come up with any plausible explanation for this utterly unpredicted appearance.

you were only confident about your brattiness because you thought you were safe enough with her so far from you.

her low, gravelly voice cuts through your frenzied thoughts. “i’ll count to ten.”

you stopped breathing.

you blinked, panic brutally setting in, “huh? no no no, toph please, wait, i—”

“ten.” her voice remained level as a crunchy crack of wood reached your ears, her hand clutching the door frame tighter, scrunching it like it was styrofoam, “nine.”

you didn’t even have the time to negotiate.

you trip over yourself and quickly stand back up to run up the stairs, your breathing erratic while your eyes sweep around your surroundings for a good spot to hide.

“five.” her voice resounds from the entrance, reaching you even a floor away.

the bathtub? the closet? the kitchen pantry? the problem was that you’d exhausted all those options before.

“four.”

you rush to your room, not closing the door so its shutting “click” wouldn’t reach her ears, as you crawl under the bed. it wasn’t an extraordinary spot, but it was the furthest one in the house.

you thought of it as reverse psychology too — your other spots were often always in the first floor, all witty and well-chosen — so maybe she’d suspect this one last.

the hiding place didn’t even have to be some perfect place that fully concealed you — it just had to be good enough to stall her for three minutes.

only three.

if the timer ended before she found you, all would be forgiven. the only rule was to get through those three minutes.

but if she found you..?

you shuddered at the thought.

and additionally, she was blind, so this was a huge added advantage to you.

yes, it’d take her around two minutes to go through your usual spots on the first floor, and maybe a minute to actually go up the stairs, so by the time she’d find you, time would be up.

“one.” you heard the frame give out under her death grip, loudly crashing down on the ground.

you gulped.

“i’m coming, ready or not!”

you exhaled, trying to even out your breathing as you listened to her slow steps on the floor beneath you. yes, nothing to panic about. she wouldn’t get here in under three minutes.

drawers were being pulled. cabinets opened. fabric rustled.

“where’s my sweet baby?” she cooed, voice deceptively sweet, followed suit by a terrifying door slam that had the entire house shaking. “where’s my sweet, needy baby who wants my attention so badly? hmm?”

you swallowed, curling in on yourself, your cheek pressed against the cold tiles of your room.

“where is she? the sweet, sweet girl who thought embarrassing me was a great idea? hmm? i wonder.”

you counted down two minutes in your head, a shaky sigh escaping your lips. just one more minute to go — or less, even — and she was still on the bottom floor. you still had a chance.

“ah,” a humorless chuckle rumbled through her throat, her steps coming to a halt, “sounds like somebody’s hyperventilating upstairs. in our room, actually.”

you froze.

your heart sank down to your gut.

you heard her pace pick up, quickly going up the stairs, and you almost threw up.

you crawled further under the bed, curling into the deepest corner of it against the wall, your hands over your mouth to muffle your frantic breathing, peeking at the entry way from the gap beneath your bed.

please, please, just twenty seconds left.

“now,” you have to bite back a scream when her shoes come into view, walking into the room, “where’s my bunny? you’re muffling your breathing, hm? smart girl.”

she roughly opens the closet, feeling up the clothes.

ten seconds left. please, please, time, go faster.

“aw, shucks,” she dramatically sighs, heading back towards the door, “i guess my darling’s not here. i must have heard things.”

five seconds left.

no way, you were going to win?

you squeeze your eyes shut in hope, prayers jumbling up in your poor panicked head.

three. two.

relief started slowly setting in your bones.

“there she is,” a firm hand suddenly shot out, finding your ankle. a startled scream rips through your throat as you’re dragged out from under the bed.

“aw,” she laughs, and it’s not kind. “couldn’t muffle your heartbeat though, could you?”

your head spinned from the sheer fear, her teal eyes set on you with such terrifying accuracy you wouldn’t think her blind.

you trembled, her fingers tightening around your ankle, cutting blood flow to your foot, “t-toph, please, just listen t—”

“be quiet.” her voice brooked no disobedience. she leant down, ditching your ankle to grab a huge fistful of your hair, dragging you on the ground.

you cried out in pain, hands flying up to your scalp.

“you lost,” she threw your head against the bed, and you scrambled up to get on it properly, “and you know the rules.”

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you squirm, wrists pinned above your head so tightly you thought they’d crack, as she crawls on top of you, “mmph— toph—”

“shut up,” her free hand roughly grips your jaw, squeezing your cheeks to pry your mouth open. her thumb prods at your teeth, tugging your lip up further, before you watch her gather up a glob of spit in her mouth.

you open your mouth wider, complying as best as you can to hopefully soothe her nerves, but she decides to spit right on your eyes instead.

“whoops,” she huffs, clearly lying. “bad aim.”

you can’t even rub it off, unable to use your hands, the gross texture forcing you to keep your eyes shut.

a mean prod of her thumb at your cheek makes you wince.

“open them,” she whispers softly, smearing the saliva over your shut eyelids. you want to cry.

when she doesn’t feel your eyelids move, her nails dig into your wrists in warning, sending chills down your spine.

she hums, the threat obvious in her tone, “are you disobeying me?”

“n-no!” you quickly reply, shaking beneath her touch, “i’m.. not..” you try, slowly cracking them open, biting back a sob at the burning sting as the saliva seeps in.

she scoffs, impatient. you don’t feel her hand leave your jaw until your head whips to the side, a firm slap landing on your cheek.

you gasp, eyes blowing wide open in shock, and she grins, rubbing over them, “there. well open. much better.”

you stare at her, baffled and deeply upset. you knew she’d punish you, but you didn’t deserve a treatment this.. degrading. after all, this was her fault in the first place! she was the one who kept ignoring you, kept pushing you away when the only thing you wanted was reassurance.

“toph.” you use up all the strength you have to spit her name firmly, and that does catch her attention. bad or good, you couldn’t tell yet.

she silently gazes down at you, and you clear your throat, “l-listen, i know i.. shouldn’t have.. um, done what i did.. b-but this isn’t entirely my fault! i—i just needed you! you’ve been gone for over a week, and you didn’t even—”

“ah,” she cuts you off, thumb swiping over your bottom lip, a small smile tugging at her lips. “so you just wanted my attention, hm? just wanted me to touch you, sweet baby?”

she was actually listening to you?

you blink, a little surprised, then eagerly nod, “yes! yes, it’s all i wanted, tophie. i never meant to—”

“alright,” she interrupts you again, her voice uncharacteristically airy as her hands find your thighs, “i’ll touch you, then. if my touch is what made my poor, innocent wife pull that very bratty stunt, i’ll take responsibility.”

she slots herself between your legs, then fumbles with the belt of her uniform, and you note the hazy look in her eyes, “i’ll give it to you, baby. oh, i’ll give it to you so good. so good you’ll never want it again.”

what?

you don’t get to process her words before her belt finds your wrists, looping around them and pulling you up with it. you yelp at the stretch of your arms getting pulled, making you sit up. she ties the leather to the headboard, pinning you against it, then settles back down between your thighs.

she smiles, and it makes you break into a cold sweat. “are you ready?”

are you?

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“a—ah! toph!!” you desperately cry out, tears streaming down your face as you grind down on her palm. she stripped you down to only your panties — the one item you wanted her to take off the most — and stubbornly cupped your soaked cunt, kneading it through the damp fabric.

it was nowhere near enough stimulation, and it was driving you insane. her thumb would teasingly join in to rub over your clit, sending a hot jolt of pleasure straight to your gut, but the touch would leave just as quickly, and you’d only cry harder.

“you wanted my touch,” she sighs, condescendingly patting your aching pussy, “there you go. i’m touching you.”

it was so, so unfair. you forgot how much you missed sex with her, the pent-up frustration from this toph-less week crashing down on you, rendering you so needy for her touch, and she refused to give you more.

your hands tingled with numbness from how much you thrashed against the tight belt. these were the worst ten minutes of your life.

“please..” you pleaded, rutting up against the base of her palm for some friction, “i-i can’t do this. please, i need you to— mmph.. p-properly touch.. mm.. me..”

“no you don’t,” she argues simply, and her hand digs into your clit, earning a startled gasp of pleasure from you, “this is all you’ll get, and you will cum from it.”

you whimper, writhing, shamelessly riding her palm, “p—please! j-just your fingers— ahh..— in me, please—”

“no.” her voice is firm and unmoving, just like her hand. this time, she stops her measly kneading too, letting you do all the work.

it was so agonizing, feeling her fingers faintly graze over your clothed folds, you wanted nothing more than to just tear off your fucking panties and sink down on them, but whenever she felt you angle yourself over her fingers, she’d move her hand, only allowing you to use her stupid, useless palm.

“toph, please..” even your crying got weaker now, your voice hoarse, begging for reprieve, “i— i can’t cum like this, and you know it..”

she tuts, “that a challenge, sweet girl?”

all your words die on your tongue when her palm deliciously digs into your swollen bud again, and you arch up despite your exhaustion, mewling as you shamelessly grind down on it like an animal.

she pulls a startled yelp out of you when her fingers fiddle with your sensitive folds through the cotton of your underwear, slightly thrusting the fabric in you with each prod.

“t—toph??” you mewl, confused and aroused. was she half-fingering you with your panties still on?? what the hell was she doing?

“you will cum like this,” she states it like the weather report, her thumb skillfully toying with your puffy clit while her fingers continue doing whatever the hell they were doing.

she crawls over you, her thumb pressing more insistently as her eyes met yours.

her lips hovered over your quivering ones, an invitation you had to resist. then she smirked, her voice a low authoritative murmur, “you will cum like this.”

you’ll later come to cringe with second-hand embarrassment whenever you remember this exact moment, because you had no idea what happened.

whether it was the feral look in her eyes, or that smug smile, or the effortless authority in her voice — you don’t know which one of them had you gushing all over her hand immediately.

you don’t even process it until she laughs, disgusted and mocking, “well, you certainly didn’t keep me waiting. look at the mess you made, you slut.”

you blink dazedly, eyes drifting down to the big, wet patch you left on the sheets, your slick dripping off her hand in embarrassing quantities. she pulls away, shaking the wetness off her fingers in a bored manner, “you even ruined your pretty, pretty panties. isn’t that a shame?”

she plays with the hem of them, then sighs, “aren’t these the ones i got you as a gift last month? what a bad girl. how could you ruin my lovely, handpicked gift for you? you’re so ungrateful.”

not only did none of her words make sense to you, they barely registered into your brain, completely out of it from that hell of an orgasm. you didn’t even understand how or when you came, you just felt that blinding hot climax crash down on you, wracking your whole body, and this was the result.

“not even answering me now?” you gasp in pain, one of your peaked nipples caught between her fingers. she tuts, giving it a hard tug, “i’m so, so disappointed in you.”

you want to reply, you really do, but never in your life had you felt this mushy, only your earlier orgasm looping over and over again in your addled brain.

she suddenly stops, her eyes widening, and you can almost see the little cartoonish lamp flickering over her head at whatever idea she just got.

“righttt..” her hands find your panties again, and she pats your hips, “lift them up.”

you take a minute to understand her words, but quickly obey at the warning pinch it gets you, then she slides the sopping wet underwear off.

she chuckles, and that brings you out of your stupor. you stare at her, puzzled, when she starts toying with the ruined fabric. you flush a deep shade of red when she coats her finger with some of your slick, giving it a taste.

“good enough,” she comments before crawling back towards you. your confusion only grows the closer she gets, then she sits up, undoing the belt around your wrists.

god, the relief was incredible.

you shake your hands, curling your numb fingers to get the blood flowing again, a pleased sigh leaving your lips.

it doesn’t last long, because the second they parted open, damp, soft fabric was harshly stuffed into your mouth, the taste tangy and oddly familiar.

toph grins, and that’s when it clicks. she just gagged you with your own used panties!

“mmh—” you try to spit them out, flustered, but she scoffs, giving you a light slap on the cheek as she shoves them back in, “they’re my gift for you, slut. first, you ruin them, and now you won’t even take them back? since when did you get so bad?”

you were blushing furiously now, baffled and completely taken off-guard. she taps your temple, smiling down at you, “taste what the base of my palm alone did to you, my little whore. not even a bitch in heat would come that fast.”

and with that, she wastes no time in waiting for your reaction before grabbing your waist and flipping you over on your stomach.

her hands hook under your hips, lifting them up, and you protest uselessly against the fabric.

you were too sensitive from how much you cummed just a minute ago, so you tug the panties off your mouth to tell her that. but the instant a proper syllable slips out of your lips, an angry smack lands right on your bare backside, earning a startled yelp from you.

“who the fuck allowed you to speak?” she spat, one of her hands slipping to lower her pants enough to free her hard, flushed dick, “put them back in. i don’t want to hear anything but moans from you, you stupid slut. you hardly deserve me fucking you, so i suggest you don’t test my patience any further.”

you shamefully stuff them back into your mouth, the taste of yourself still so strong on your tongue.

she was so mean, so cruel, so inconsiderate.. and yet you couldn’t help but clench around nothing at her demeaning words.

a garbled moan is coaxed out of your lips when the fat tip of her cock glides over your drooling slit.

“does everything get you wet?” she grunts, her cock already well lubed with only your wetness, sliding deep into you with humiliating ease.

she huffs out a small laugh, “zero resistance, too.”

you writhe, mewling around the gag, desperately pushing your ass up against her. your eyes roll to the back of your head when she picks up the pace.

she leans down to nip at your ear, her hot breath hitting your sweaty nape, “you’re so fucking easy.”

the bed creaks violently under you, the sound of skin slapping and the nasty squelching of your pussy filling the room, your moans increasing in pitch by the second — you two sounded straight out of a porno.

your vision blurred with pleasure, drooling over the gag as your saliva dribbled down your chin.

you felt so disgusting, the smell of sweat and sex along with the taste of your arousal overwhelming your senses, but pure ecstasy overtook all of that, clouding your judgment and allowing yourself to enjoy the animal pounding you were getting.

you were so blissed out you didn’t even hear her pick up your phone, using the speech feature to make the device start a call for her.

you only realized it when she nudged your warm cheek with the cold frame, jolting you into attention.

you lifted your hand to take it, confused as to why she would want you to check your phone right now of all moments, but when you take a look at the screen and see the “boss” text on it, along with the call being ten seconds in already, your heart flipped over itself in panic.

you shakily bring the phone to your ear, removing the panties from your mouth, “y-yes? boss?”

her furious thrusts didn’t stop, and your boss’ awkward reply only made you want to shoot yourself immediately.

“i.. see this isn’t a good time? so what’s with this unprofessional behavior, miss?”

please, a gun to your head right now.

“b-boss,” you briefly cover the mic to let out a high pitched moan when her cock finds your g-spot, then bring it back to your lips again, “i-i’m very sorry, please forgive me, i.. i don’t know how the call went through. i suppose i didn’t pay attention. ah, d-don’t mind the sounds, please. i-i’m just.. renovating my room?”

out of all excuses, seriously?

“that’s.. great,” the reply is very unconvinced, but he really didn’t want to engage in this conversation any longer. he sighs, rubbing the crease between his brows, “may i ask you to come to my office early tomorrow morning? to discuss this.. unprompted call further? you can go back to.. renovating your room now.”

yes, this sealed it. tonight, you were going to off yourself.

“y-yes boss.. i’ll— mmph.. talk to you tomorrow..”

you hang up immediately, tossing the phone away as you bury your face in the sheets. this was the one boss who actually liked you and consistently promoted you, admiring your seriousness and dedication— and now, there you were. having to explain to him why your ass was getting busted while you renovated your room.

“that was so funny, right?” she chuckles, pulling out to brutally slam back into you, making you cry out. “just wanted you to know what it felt like. wasn’t that just hilaaaarious, baby?”

“i-i get it..” you grumble against the sheets, flushed with humiliation, mulling over what the fuck you were going to say tomorrow.

“you can worry about that later,” she angles your hips up better, striking your spongy spot with toe-curling precision, “for now, focus on cumming all over my cock.”

seriously? did she just expect you to forget about—

“augh!” you scream, eyes blowing wide open, her hand slipping between your legs to rub fast circles on your swollen clit, causing your walls to clench around her twitching cock.

she moans at the sensation, somehow fucking into you even harder, “fuck! fuck, you’re so good— so fucking gooood.”

and with that, thick, hot bursts of cum paint your insides white, making you in turn sob as you come all over her, your sensitive walls milking her dry.

“shit,” she presses a harsh kiss to your neck before sitting up straight, her hand feeling the wet mess of your cunt, dripping with your slick and her own cum. she scoops some up with her fingers, taking them to your trembling mouth, and your lips weakly close on them, too exhausted to even suck properly.

“mhh,” she pulls them away after you’ve licked them clean, slowly pulling out. she caresses your ass, her touch gentle for the first time since this whole ordeal started, “good girl.”

she lets go of your hips, and you plop down like a rag against the sheets, completely knocked out.

she smiles and lays down next to you, propped up on her side, running her fingers through your sweaty hair, “good job, baby. you were so good for me. don’t sleep now, though, you still need a shower. you made a big mess, remember?”

you mumble sleepily, eyes fluttering shut as the intensity of your two orgasms catches up to you.

she chuckles, pressing a sweet kiss to your squished cheek, like she didn’t just fuck the living daylights out of you. “i suppose i’ll carry you then. since you made me come home early anyway, time for a nice, warm bath with toph.”

that is the last thing you hear before sleep overtakes you, snoring against her arms as she pulls you closer.

she sighs, burying your head against her chest, “you’re so stinky.”

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* i’m TERRIBLY attracted to mean toph and i will never stop writing her i fear.. anddd yes consent is implied thank you

Toph was restless. The large mattress felt empty without having you spread out across it, occupying almost the entirety of it and still somehow finding a way to invade her personal space.

If that weren't bad enough, the sheets were thinner than she remembered them being a few days ago when you were here. Now, they just felt too loose around her body. And to top it all off, the room was just too quiet without the soft sounds you make in your sleep filling the empty space. She's been trying to fall asleep for hours, tossing and turning, her body coiled with the kind of tension that usually a good night's rest is able to fix.

Tonight was different though, and she knew exactly why she was feeling this way. You weren't there. You were off – teaching some healing class with katara away from republic city. You've been gone for nearly two days and Toph was already tempted to pull rank and order one of her officers to drive her to your location.

She couldn't handle the distance, not anymore. Toph was used to having you close. Whether it's here in her bed or a few blocks away at your own apartment. You've always been accessible, easy to reach. And now, instead of seeing you when she wants, she's stuck to relying on messenger hawks to deliver your letters every few days like she's some pathetic lovesick teenager.

She missed your voice, your laugh, your warmth, and most importantly she missed you. The way you touched her, the feel of your body pressed against hers, your mouth on her skin as you worshipped every inch of her.

Toph groaned, frustrated, she tossed the covers from off top of her. Her body was warm, borderline feverish– and to make matters worse her underwear were ruined. The fabric completely soaked through to the point that every time she shifted and her thighs pressed together, the friction would send a pulse directly to her core.

Her mind traced back to you, and suddenly it was your hands on her, your fingers pressing into her thighs, your mouth hot and wet against the skin there as you left open mouth kisses all over her body. Toph's clit was pulsing as she thought back to a few nights ago just before you left. The way your tongue delved deep between her folds, your nose bumping her clit as you fucked her with your tongue.

With trembling fingers Toph slipped her hand under her tank top. The palm of her hand cupping the swell of her breast, caressing the flesh just enough to draw a moan out of her. The tips of Toph's fingers flicked over her rosy, hardened nipple. She imagined the feel of your tongue swirling around it as you took it into your mouth. Your teeth grazing the underside, leaving those marks that you were always so proud of.

“Oh–” Toph whimpers, pressing her thighs together, chasing the friction as she grinded down onto her thigh, her own wetness pooling from her core, decorating the skin there.

Toph's breath comes out gravelly as she imagines your lips on hers, your hands on her hips. She can just about taste your tongue in her mouth, hot and wet. Her hand descends lower, fingers flexing across her taut stomach that was fluttering with each sharp breath she took.

A small, pathetic sound tore from Toph's throat when she reached the waistband of her underwear. Her fingers slid between the thin, ruined fabric that was already soaked through. Toph's fingers combed through her bush hair that was already matted together with her slick. Her breath hitched, her thighs pressed together, her skin was prickling as the throbbing in her core became something she couldn't ignore.

It was almost like she could feel your hands overtop hers. Guiding her fingers through her warm slick folds, parting her pussy lips so the fabric of her underwear could brush against her hardened clit amplifying her pleasure. Toph traced up and down over her slit, purposely evading her clit, feeling her arousal gather on her fingers.

Toph sighs heavily as her fingers continue to glide through her sopping pussy. She dips lower, just shy of her entrance. Toph's breath stutters at the sensation.

God, she wished you were here.

The tips of her fingers make their way back up her slit, finding the bundle of nerves that was demanding her attention. Toph's fingers came in contact with the hood of her swollen clit. Her fingers sliding around the bud, applying just enough pressure to draw slow, even circles around it.

Toph whines low in her throat, clenching around nothing. She could feel her orgasm slowly building. Her mind slips back to thinking of you. You on top of her, your body pressed against her, your lips at the shell of her ear, your voice a low, satisfied purr, as you revel about how responsive she is.

Toph's lips parted, her legs falling open as if she were offering herself up to the ghost of you so you can take your rightful place between her thighs. There’s a thrumming under her skin that’s only getting worse. Her stomach tightens as her fingers dip lower, teasing her entrance as she slips two of her fingers inside.

The stretch had her biting down on her lower lip hard, pulling it between her teeth. Her walls immediately clamping down around her fingers hard, pulling them deeper.

Toph's head was strewn back against the pillow, she imagines your fingers thrusting in and out of her, curling, hitting that spot that had her panting, and begging for more.

Your name fell from Toph's lips as she frantically fucked herself to the thought of you. Her fingers slamming into her inner walls with each powerful thrust.

Toph imagined your lips on her neck, the sound of your voice encouraging her to go deeper, harder, faster as she desperately chased her release.

Toph's hips lifted, her body jerking as the pressure built low in her belly. A stream of expletives left her lips mingled with your name as she fucked herself. Her walls clenching around her fingers, her thumb clumsily skidding over her clit.

Toph could hear the wet squelching of her cunt filling the room combined with her ragged, uneven breath. She could feel the ghost of your touch as she imagined your fingers replacing hers, twisting and curling in her cunt, mapping the terrain of her inner walls, working those breathy moans from her body.

“Yes,” Toph choked, noisily. “Yes, baby, just like that–”

The dam finally breaks. Giving her that relief her body so desperately needed. Her body jerks as she grinds onto the palm of her hand. Bringing her fingers deeper inside of her. Toph's back arches, her eyes begin to water as she curls her fingers prolonging her orgasm as long as she can.

She collapses onto the bed as the final tremor subsides. Toph lay flushed and breathless, basking in the aftershocks of her pleasure. She rolls over on her side, skin saturated in sweat, thighs still slick from her release.

Now that her arousal was sated, all that remained was the lingering thoughts of you. Toph always enjoyed how you let her curl up against you after sex. She secretly loved the fact that you were adamant on being the big spoon. Some nights, she couldn't fall asleep until your arms wrapped around her midsection, pulling her closer to you.

The exhaustion that Toph had been fighting earlier seemed to be approaching rapidly. Toph curls into herself. Reaching across the bed where she knew your pillow resides. She lifted it to her nose, inhaling. It still smelled faintly like you, and the ache in her heart that had become nearly unbearable in your absence was now a distant hum as sleep finally overtakes her.

Korra sat in front of you, blue eyes locked in quiet observation as you went through your usual routine.

“I can feel you watching me, y’know,” you finally said, turning to face her fully. “You have that same look Aang used to give me.”

Korra quickly looked away, a faint flush creeping onto her face.

“Eh—sorry. I was just thinking about something.”

“Something… or someone?”

“…Both?” she admitted, scratching the back of her head before glancing at you again.

“What’s on your mind?”

Korra leaned forward slightly, curiosity winning out.

“How come you never reunited with the others? I mean, you and Katara see each other often… but how come you don’t see Toph or Zuko?”

“Oh—” you hummed, the sound thoughtful, distant.

“Eh, well… Zuko’s got a nation to run.”

A small pause.

“And Toph…” you shrugged lightly, like it didn’t matter.

“I don’t really need to see her.”

Korra’s brows knit together just a little.

“You don’t need to see her?” she repeated, like the words didn’t quite sit right.

You didn’t answer immediately. Instead, you turned back to what you were doing, movements slower now, more deliberate. The air between you shifted… like a tide pulling back before something bigger.

“It’s not like that,” you said after a moment. “Toph and I…”

Your voice trailed, searching for the right shape.

Korra leaned in, eyes bright with curiosity. “You what?”

A quiet exhale left you, almost a laugh, but not quite.

“We were never the kind of people who needed constant reunions,” you said. “Some bonds don’t fade just because you stop seeing each other.”

Korra tilted her head. “That sounds like a yes and a no at the same time.”

“It is.”

“But if it’s not a big deal,” Korra pressed gently, “why do you sound like that?”

Your hands stilled completely.

For a second, you didn’t look like yourself at all. Not the calm, steady presence she was used to. Something older flickered through your expression… something unfinished.

“Because,” you said quietly, “Toph doesn’t do things halfway.”

Korra blinked. “Meaning?”

You finally glanced back at her, a small, knowing smile tugging at your lips.

“If I went to see her,” you said, voice low and certain, “it wouldn’t just be a visit.”

“It never was.”

Korra’s eyes widened. 

“Oh.”

Then a slow, teasing grin crept onto her face.

“Oh…” 

Korra wriggled her eyebrows at you, a grin spreading fast.

“You and her used to—before she—GASP! Wait, really?! What happened—”

“That was a long time ago, Korra,” you chuckled, waving her off like you could bat the past away with your hand.

“Yeah, yeah, and people say that when they don’t want to explain,” she shot back immediately, scooting closer. “C’mon, you can’t just drop something like that and expect me to sit here peacefully.”

“I can, actually.”

“You can’t,” Korra insisted, pointing at you. “You and Toph? Toph? The grumpy, barefoot legend!”

A small smile tugged at your lips despite yourself.

Korra blinked, then groaned. “See? That! That right there! You’re remembering!”

You huffed a quiet laugh, but your gaze drifted somewhere else… somewhere older.

“It wasn’t like what you’re thinking,” you said, though the softness in your voice betrayed you. “We didn’t… label things.”

“Translation,” Korra said, counting on her fingers, “feelings, no communication, probably tension thick enough to cut with a knife—”

“You’re not entirely wrong.”

Korra lit up like she’d just unlocked a secret scroll. “I knew it.”

You shook your head, but there was no real resistance in it.

“It wasn’t exactly a good time,” you said. “We had a lot going on, and we nearly died. Katara saved us, thankfully. I think it was just… something that happened in the moment.”

Korra’s expression softened just a little, curiosity turning into something more careful.

“So what happened?”

You exhaled slowly, leaning back on your hands.

“Life,” you said simply. “Different paths. Different responsibilities.”

Korra smiled meekly. “I understand, I think.” 

You reached over, resting a hand on her head before pulling her into a gentle hug.

“That’s all in the past now. You should probably head to Tenzin’s before he sends his gremlins to find you… again.”

Korra laughed, hugging you back.

“Definitely! I’ll come back with Naga afterward—she could use your belly rubs again.”

You huffed a quiet laugh against her shoulder.

“Yeah, I think she just likes the attention.”

“Don’t expose her like that,” Korra grinned, pulling back. “She has a reputation to maintain.”

“Mm. Fierce polar bear dog by day… attention thief by night.”

Korra snorted, already backing toward the door. “I’ll be back later!”

“Be safe,” you called, watching her go.

The door slid shut with a soft click.

And just like that, the room exhaled.

Silence settled in, but it wasn’t empty. It lingered. Pressed.

You stood there for a moment longer than necessary, eyes drifting toward nothing in particular. 

The memory flooded back to you like it was yesterday—you were with Toph during the day, as you usually were. 

⛰︎⋆☀︎｡༄

Toph tapped your shoulder, her face angled slightly away, but you could feel her attention locked onto you.

“This is so boring,” she muttered. “We should do something else.”

You snickered, glancing at her.

“Katara wants us to wait here until she’s done helping Sokka. You know how she gets when we wander off—”

“We used to do it all the time,” Toph cut in, crossing her arms.

“And times are different now,” you said, a small smile tugging at your lips. “We have to lead by example, Toph.”

She made a face, clearly unimpressed.

“Since when did you get so responsible?”

“The same time you did,” you added lightly, tapping her shoulder. “You’re running a metalbending school, remember?”

Toph didn’t answer right away.

Instead, she leaned in again—closer this time—until her nose barely bumped yours.

“…Your heartbeat’s faster,” she said bluntly.

You blinked. “It is not.”

“It is,” she replied immediately. “Like you’re trying really hard to pretend you’re not interested.”

Her mouth tilted, not quite a smile, but something smugger than that.

“So,” she added, voice dropping just a little, “you coming or what?” 

You swallowed a little. “Uh… okay—”

Toph grabbed your hand before you could finish, already pulling you along. She led you out of the town, weaving through paths like she’d memorized the world through her feet alone. You stumbled once trying to keep up, but she didn’t slow down.

Above you, the sun was starting to dip, bleeding warm gold into the sky. Evening settling in like a blanket being drawn over the world. From the opposite horizon, the faint shape of the moon was already rising, pale and patient.

Eventually, she stopped.

You nearly bumped into her.

Looking around, you raised a brow.

It was quiet here.

Tucked away. A little muddy underfoot, but open enough that the world felt stretched out instead of crowded. A lake sat a few feet away, still and reflective, catching the fading sky in broken pieces of light.

Off to the side, you noticed scattered coconuts—some cracked open, some half-tossed like someone had stopped here before and didn’t bother to clean up after themselves.

You glanced at Toph. “Where is this?”

“Dunno,” she let your hand go. “Heard some of the locals talk about it.” 

“And you wanted to bring me here?” You crossed your arms. 

“Ah come on, don’t act like you didn’t wanna be alone with me either. I know you missed me while I was teaching my students.” 

“Mhm, you sure you didn’t miss me?” You teased her back. 

The lake sat there like it was holding its breath too.

Wind skimmed across the surface in soft ripples, breaking the sunset into molten streaks of orange and violet.

Toph stood near the water’s edge, arms loose at her sides. Not restless, not still either. Just… present in that way she always was when she was listening to everything at once.

You watched her for a moment longer than you meant to.

The teasing energy from before hadn’t fully left, but it had shifted. Settled into something slower. Heavier in a way that wasn’t uncomfortable, just… noticeable.

“You really just dragged me out here to prove a point, huh?” you said, softer now.

Toph gave a small shrug. “Maybe.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“It is for me.”

Then she tilted her head slightly.  “You’re standing too far away,” she said.

You blinked. “Am I?”

“Yes.”

“You want me to come closer?” Your voice is hesitant–it’s not the first time you were in this situation with Toph, it’s been quite some time actually. And you did miss her, you can’t keep shaking off the intense burning in your stomach when you're standing next to her. And you knew she felt it too. 

Toph smirked.

Without warning, she bent the ground beneath her fingers. A chunk of wet mud lifted cleanly from the earth, shaped and controlled like it weighed nothing at all.

Then she flicked her wrist.

The mud shot through the air and hit you square in the chest, splattering up toward your face for good measure.

“Whoops—” she said, completely unconvincing.

You went still.

Blinking slowly, like your brain was trying to replay what just happened from a different angle.

“…You did not—”

Toph crossed her arms. “I did.”

From behind her, you began to lift a little bit of water, throwing back at her, not enough to knock her over but enough to drench her clothes. 

You paused again, seeing as her figure peaked through her clothes, Toph touched her shirt, a small chuckled came from her throat as she peeled it slowly off her body. Throwing it to the side, she got into a stance, an excited grin on her lips as her attention locked onto you. 

If you didn't know any better, you figured she planned this on purpose. And who were yuou to back down from it–

The earth shifted again.

And this time, Toph moved first.

A low surge rippled under your feet—fast, precise, like the ground itself had learned your rhythm and decided to interrupt it. You jumped back on instinct, water snapping up around you in a tight spiral, catching your balance midair before you landed near the lake’s edge.

Toph didn’t hesitate.

Another wave of earth followed, sharper this time, angled to cut off your space rather than hit you directly. She was reading you. Not guessing. Reading.

“Still slow,” she called out.

“I’m adjusting!” you shot back, dragging water from the lake into a sweeping arc that intercepted her next strike.

The collision burst into mist and spray, hanging between you like fog lit by the dying sun.

For a moment, neither of you moved.

Just listening.

Then Toph grinned. “Oh, you’re trying now.”

“I’ve always been trying!”

“Not hard enough.”

The ground bucked under you again—this time in uneven pulses, like she was forcing you off balance just to see how you’d recover. You responded by shaping the water beneath your feet, a shifting platform that kept you just barely stable.

It worked.

Barely.

You pushed forward. Water coiled around your arm, tightening into a controlled whip as you swung it toward her.

Toph didn’t even flinch. She stamped once. The earth rose like a wall between you, absorbing the strike completely. Then she moved through it.

Not around.

Through.

A second pillar of rock launched forward, forcing you to pivot fast, water snapping up defensively as you barely redirected it.

Your breath was starting to come quicker now.

“You’re smiling,” you called out between movements.

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“Prove it.”

Another strike came—lower this time, aimed to trip you. You flipped backward, landing in a crouch at the lake’s edge, water splashing up around your boots.

When you looked up, Toph was closer now.

Not right on you.

But closer than before.

The ground beneath her feet was still…too still.

Like it was waiting for her next command. You lifted your hands slightly, water curling again—but you didn’t attack. Not immediately.

“…You always fight like you’re bored,” you said.

Toph tilted her head. “And you always talk too much.”

You flicked your wrist. A wave of water surged forward.

She stomped. Mud met it head-on.

The impact cracked through the air and then neither of you pulled back fast enough.

The collision turned messy.

Water burst into the air, scattering over both of you. Dirt sprayed up in uneven arcs. The lake rippled violently from the impact.

And then, you met.

Her hands reached for your face and cupped it firmly. You both held your breath and remained still. You made the first move, slamming your lips into hers. Taking your hands over hers, you could feel her melt into you, like she had done before. 

She bit down on your bottom lip and sucked on it roughly. With a sharp exhale through your nose, you put your hands on her waist. 

Toph trailed her hands down your face, exploring her clamped shirt and pressing harder into you. You bit her bottom lip back, a teasing thing–until she slipped her tongue into your mouth. Something she hadn’t done before, it startled you for a moment. Your tongues swirling against each other. You needed to breath but fuck it if you passed out right there, you’d be fine with it.

Toph pulled away from your lips, a smug expression on her face as she palmed your breast. You muffled a low hum to avoid giving her the sound she was looking for. You gasped, feeling her pinch your nipple harder than you expected.

“Toph-” you breathed out.

“Hm?”  She started giving you a slow, painfully slow, hungry kiss on your neck.

You gritted your teeth and felt her nip your neck; she was having fun getting this out of you. Each nip against your neck was like a shock lighting down your body, like she was deliberately breaking your focus apart piece by piece.

The water around you reacted before you did, rippling unevenly, heat building through your control until the surface shimmered like it was on the edge of boiling. Mist started to rise in thin threads, curling into the air between you.

She then finally bit down, sucking the spot as if you were the last thing she needed to survive. You let out a soft moan, filling her ears with winning satisfaction. Pulling back she grinned at you, touching the spot gently, admiring it. 

You looked at her, slightly confused, as she wiped her lips from the saliva you two shared.

"Why'd you-"

Toph placed her hand on your lips, keeping you silent as Katara's voice came from the distance. You froze as the earth bender chuckled. 

“Woah—what happened over here? What’s with the steam?” Sokka’s voice called out.

Toph didn’t even flinch.

You, however, very nearly did.

From the edge of the path, Sokka stepped into view, squinting at the lakeside like it had personally offended him. The mist drifting off the water caught the last light of the sunset, curling in strange little spirals across the ground.

Katara followed a few steps behind him, already looking concerned.

“…Why does it smell like mud and wet rock?” she asked slowly.

Toph finally shifted her stance—casual, effortless, like she hadn’t just been standing inches from you a second ago.

“Training,” she said immediately.

Sokka blinked. “Training for what? Steam damage?”

“You never know when you could run into a steam bender—” Toph replied flatly.

Sokka squinted at the mist again. “That is not a thing.”

“What’s on your neck, Y/N?” Katara’s attention snapped to you, concern sharpening her tone.

Your eyes widened a fraction too late.

For half a beat, you froze—then quickly brought a hand up to cover the spot.

“Got hit with a crap ton of mud,” you said a little too fast.

Katara leaned in slightly, still suspicious. “Mud…?”

Toph didn’t turn her head.

But you felt it.

The faintest shift of her stance beside you—too calm to be innocent.

“Yeah,” she added casually. “She's dodging.” 

Sokka shrugged immediately, accepting it. “Honestly, that checks out.”

“Hey!” you shouted at Sokka. “I’m better at dodging than you!” 

Katara’s eyes lingered a second longer, narrowing just slightly… but the steam was still drifting off the lake, and the ground still looked disturbed enough to make the story believable.

“…Right,” she said slowly. “Well, we should probably go before something else ‘happens’ out here.”

Toph gave a small shrug. “Agreed.”

But as the group began to move, she leaned just slightly closer to you—not enough for anyone else to notice.

“…you should probably cover that,” she murmured.

You frowned, instinctively touching your neck again. “Cover what?”

Toph didn’t answer right away. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, like she was listening to something only she could sense.

“…Your heartbeat’s doing that thing again,” she added, quieter.

Your face warmed instantly. “It is not.”

“It is,” she said simply. “And Katara’s gonna notice if you keep standing there like that.”

Ahead of you, Katara was still walking, still talking with Sokka, her attention not on the both of you at all. 

You lowered your hand slowly. “Then stop distracting me.”

Toph gave a small, almost satisfied huff.

“Make me,” she said.