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“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.

"Well, Keep an eye out for the two of them." Twilight said as she turned to go towards the kitchen. After she walked away, Fluttershy looked up from her phone. "I hope (Y/n) is okay...these parties get pretty crazy." She said as Rarity plopped down next to her.

"I'm sure everything is just fine! Maybe she got distracted by someone." Rarity said as she patted Fluttershys shoulder with a small smile. She wasn't half wrong. You did get distracted by someone. APPLEJACK wasn't able to keep her hands off of you since you left your dorm. You wore a simple dress but in her eyes, You looked like the best apple shes ever seen.

She kept touching your legs on the drive to the party. She was all over you and couldn't stop touching on you. A couple of minutes after arrival, The two of you made a plan to sneak away, off to a bathroom nearby. You went first as you told fluttershy you were going to the bathroom. It was a harmless little lie you told.

You pushed through bodies as you found the bathroom. You stepped into the bathroom as you closed the door. You put down the toilet seat as you sat on top of it, waiting for her patiently.

You heard a pattern of knocks as the door opened. You felt a smile grow on your face as Applejack stepped into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her and locking it. You didn't get a proper chance to greet her as you stood up before she grabbed you by your waist and pulled you close.

The music pushed through the walls as she held you, looking over your face. "I've been thinking about this all night." She said as you giggled. She leaned down and caught your lips in a kiss as you wrapped your arms around her neck, pulling her closer. She moved her hands from around your waist down to your ass as she squeezed the flesh under her hands.

You moaned slightly as she moved your body before pressing you up against the sink. The sound of smacking lips filled the bathroom, You were thankful the music was loud. She pulled away as you looked at her with blown pupils. "Jump up on the sink for me sweets." She said as you did what she said without question. Once you were comfortable on the sink, You watched her slowly sink down onto her knees.

If someone pressed their ear up against the bathroom door, They would have heard your moans and whines as Applejack ate you out. Your knuckles were white as you clenched onto the sink. Your pussy was sensitive as you looked down at your girlfriend. She was looking at you with half lidded eyes as she sucked slightly on your clit.

You panted as she stopped sucking as she poked her tongue at your entrance. You clenched as she moved her tongue up towards your clit. You had already came around twice. Her hands kept your thighs parted as she worked. You jerked your hips as she held you down against the counter.

You closed your eyes as you felt your next orgasm approach, But she backed up from your pussy. You shot your eyes open as you whined. "Keep those pretty eyes on me. Everytime you close them, M'gonna stop." She said as you pouted slightly but you nodded. She smiled as she moved her face back towards your pussy, licking a long stripe from the bottom of your pussy to your clit.

You bit your lip as you watched the way she licked at your clit. Her eyes never left yours. You clenched around nothing as you began to whine, begging for her to let you cum. She didn't stop as she moved one of her hands towards your hole.

She pushed one of her fingers in as you moaned. You rocked your hips as you felt her begin to pump her finger in and out as she sucked on your clit before sliding in another finger. You moaned loudly as you felt yourself cum all over her fingers. She fucked you through it as you shut your eyes, babbling out nonsense.

She kept going as she fucked you harder and faster. The bathroom felt hot as you rocked your hips into her fingers and mouth. It felt like something straight out of a dream...until someone knocked. You were quick to slap a hand over your mouth as you watched the door handle shake. "Hello?" Someone called out as you looked down at Aj who didn't even look phased, She kept on with her movements as she moved her mouth away from your clit and took her other hand off of your thigh.

She held up a finger to her lips as you tried to hold in the sounds. "Helloooo? Anyone in here? I need to fucking piss." Someone called out from the other side. "A little busy in here!" Applejack called out as the door handle stopped shaking. "I'll be out soon.." She added as she looked at you.

She slowly removed her fingers from your abused hole as you whined slightly. She gave you a sad smile as she stood up. She had pushed your dress up to your stomach in the process of getting to what she wanted. She helped you down from the sink as your legs were slightly shakey. You winced as you stood up. She helped you pull up your panties before stopping halfway.

She turned to the toilet paper holder as she ripped some off as she cleaned you up. "Sorry it's not the best." She whispered to you as she opened up the toilet seat and threw the toilet paper into the toilet. You nodded as you were too tired to respond. Once the both of you were cleaned up, She helped you fixed up your clothes. The dress that was once bunched up around your waist was now slightly wrinkled as you tried to press it out.

The door opened as the sight of Rainbow dash leaning against the wall made the two of you freeze. She stood there staring at the two of you as she looked at the two of you slowly. It clicked in her head as she made an O shape with her mouth. "Tell anyone you saw us together and I will shove my boot up your ass." Applejack said as Rainbow dash chuckled. You and Applejack stepped out of the way, allowing her into the bathroom.

"I won't tell a soul." She said as she smiled before pushing herself off the wall and walked past the two of you into the bathroom. You watched as the bathroom door shut before you turned to your girlfriend who shrugged. "Wanna head back to your dorm?...I got somethings I want to try on you." She said as you nodded while grabbing her hand. You knew your friends were probably looking for you, but in this moment, you didn't care.

Owning the most renowned bakery in Republic City was a dream, to this day you still had to pinch yourself from time to time to make sure this was actually your life. But during the peak of the holiday rush, it felt more like a beautiful, flour-coated nightmare. Your life was no longer your own. It was measured in precise flour weights, frantic shipping manifests, and the constant chime of the front door.

Between the mountain of inventory audits piling up on your desk and your insistence on covering the grueling late night shifts so your staff could spend the holidays with their families, you had pushed yourself past the point of exhaustion.

In the haze of double shifts and stress over a missing butter shipment, the small, pink suppressants sitting on your nightstand had been completely forgotten. For the first time in years, your heat cycle that you’ve so carefully managed was now no longer under your control.

The first sign of the impending disaster wasn’t the fever, but the betrayal of your own senses. Usually, the heady aroma of warm cinnamon and rising yeast was your favorite part of the job, but today it felt nauseating. It mingled with a sudden, honey-thick sweetness radiating from your own skin, a scent so potent it cut through the smell of the ovens like a knife.

Your vision began to swim in a dizzying haze, and the sacks of flour you’d been counting moments ago suddenly felt like leaden weights, slipping from your grip as the world tilted beneath your feet.

Within minutes, your apron was a damp, clinging mess, soaked through with a feverish sweat that made your skin slick and sent violent shivers through your frame. The air in the front of the shop that was once filled with the innocent scent of sugar and yeast, was now replaced by the primal musk of an omega in heat.

Your pheromones hit the front of the shop like a physical shockwave. You watched, paralyzed, as a few Alphas near the display cases stiffened, their conversations cutting off mid-sentence as their heads snapped toward the back of the shop with predatory synchronization. The atmosphere was no longer about holiday treats, or fresh brewed coffee. It was now thick with the dangerous tension of a hunt.

The world tilted sideways as the floor seemed to liquefy beneath you. Black spots swarmed your vision, eating away at the edges of the room until all you could hear was the uneven thrum of your own heart.

Your knees finally gave out, buckling under the weight of the fever, but the impact never came. A pair of strong, steady hands clamped underneath your shoulders, hauling you upright just as you were about to hit the tile.

“Whoa, Boss! I've got you,” Your head baker muttered, his voice tight with a mixture of alarm and the physical effort of keeping you upright.

He was a Beta, mostly immune to the biological siren call you were radiating, but even he looked rattled by the potency of the air around you.

He didn't wait for you to find your footing. Sensing the dangerous shift in the atmosphere and the predatory stares of the Alphas in the cafe, he practically carried you toward the back. Your toes dragged against the floor as he navigated the narrow hallway, shoving open the door to your private office with his shoulder.

“In here, sit,” He urged, easing you onto the leather couch. “I'll work on filling the rest of the orders and getting everyone out. It might take some time but I'll make sure no one bothers you.”

You couldn't muster a response in your current state and he seemed to understand. The door clicked shut behind him, muffling the chaos of the shop. You slumped against the armrest, gasping for air that felt far too thin. The feel of the leather under your palms was cool, a fleeting mercy against your burning skin, but as the first cry of heat induced desperation tore from your throat, you knew the office was only a temporary fortress.

Your eyes slammed shut as another wave of your arousal hit you like a physical blow, forcing your body to buckle under the raw intensity of it. It wasn't just a sensation, it was a deep, pulsing ache radiating from your very core, making every nerve ending scream.

Just as you thought things couldn't get any worse, a fresh rush of slick gathered between your thighs, soaking through your panties and leaving you feeling dangerously exposed in the middle of your workplace.

The pressure building in your lower belly was so sharp it moved past pleasure and into the territory of pure, localized pain. You bit your lip to stifle a sob, your hands were clenched as you clawed at the leather of the couch. You were shaking, the tights that you were wearing completely soaked through as every fiber of your being was currently crying out for your wife’s touch, her knot, to ease the ache.

It has been years since you’ve felt a heat this strong. The suppressants had done their job a little too well, acting as a chemical dam that had finally burst, leaving you utterly unprepared for this level of destabilization.

For years, you had carefully sheltered Toph’s heart, respecting her deep seated fear that she was too abrasive to ever be a good parent. You had buried your own desires to protect her from the weight of that responsibility. But as your heat stripped away your filters, the polite veneer of your marriage shattered along with it.

You tried your best to calm your breathing, but your entire body was pulsing and it made every breath feel like a chore. You knew that even if you tried to find relief yourself, it would be a drop of water in a desert. Your body wasn’t just asking for your Alpha’s touch, it was demanding a purpose.

You needed the full weight of your Alpha wife on top of you to tether you to the earth. You wanted the ache of her knot and the completion of being bred. It wasn't just about surviving the heat anymore, it was about the legacy you’d both been avoiding. You didn't just want her touch. You wanted her bloodline. You wanted to feel the kick of a child who shared her stubbornness, her strength, and her heart.

It was the crushing realization of everything you’d both been avoiding, finally collapsing under the heat of your own nature that broke you. And the sob that tore from your throat was thick with years of unspoken grief and a new, terrifying hope.

The silence of the office grew as the storm of your tears finally receded. You lay there, curled into a ball on the leather couch, your skin slick with sweat while the air around you turned thick with the honeyed scent of your distress. All that remained was the pulsing ache of your cunt and a bone deep longing for Toph.

Hesitation gnawed at you the longer you lay there with your thoughts. You knew the weight of the badge Toph wore. She was the metal wall standing between Republic City and total chaos. To pull her away from her duties for anything less than a city wide threat felt selfish, even as your body screamed for its mate.

Your omega reminded you of what happened earlier and the Alpha’s still idling in your shop. The image of Toph finding you mid heat, alone and vulnerable in a public space flashed through your mind. You knew she'd flip shit if she found out how reckless you were being.

You fumbled with the desk phone before you lost your nerve. Your fingers slick with sweat and shaking so violently you nearly dropped the receiver twice. You dialed the non-emergency line, the familiar digits feeling like a lifeline. On the third ring, a young officer picked up. You recognized the voice, Officer Wong, and based on the hitch in his breath, he recognized yours too.

“Chief's office, Wong speaking,” He said, his tone shifting from professional weariness to concern as he heard your ragged breathing.

“Wong,” You greeted, your voice strained. “It’s me. I need to speak to my wife now and don't you dare put me on hold.”

There was a hesitant pause. You could hear the chaos of the precinct behind him. The shouted orders and the clanging of the metalbending trainers. “The Chief is... she’s in a high-level briefing with the Council representatives, ma'am. She isn't in the best of moods and she was very clear about not being disturbed. I-I'm actually a little terrified to even knock on that door right now.”

Your heat was rapidly replacing your usual patience with a raw, demanding edge. You leaned your head back against the leather, gasping as a fresh wave of slick made your skin crawl with a desperate need for friction.

“Wong,” You growled, your voice dropping into a low command that even the Beta on the other end of the line couldn't ignore. “I don't care if she's meeting with the Avatar and the Fire lord. You walk to that door, and you tell her that her wife needs to speak with her now.”

You heard him gulp, the sound audible over the line. “Ma'am, she'll have my head-”

“If you don't tell her,” You interrupted, a sharp ache in your core making you hiss through your teeth, “She'll find out later that you kept me waiting while I was like this. Which do you think is worse for your career?”

There was a frantic beat of silence, then the sound of the phone being scrambled as Wong moved with the desperate speed of a man who valued his life. In the distance, his muffled, terrified voice broke through the precinct's noise. “Chief! Chief, I'm sorry, but it's your wife! It's an emergency!”

On your end, the world felt like it was beginning to blur. You gripped the phone like a lifeline, your knuckles tight against the dark plastic. The background noise of the station suddenly went dead quiet, it was the kind of silence that precedes the storm.

The phone was snatched up, and you heard your wife's harsh, erratic breathing.

“Sugar-foot,” She whispered, her voice vibrating with a protective fury that made the omega in your purr. “I’m here, talk to me. Are you hurt?”

You were definitely hurting but not in the way that she might be thinking right now.

You gripped the receiver so hard you could hear the material groan as a fresh wave of your heat made your breath hitch. “Toph, I'm in the office and-”

The line went silent for a second, as you were cut off by the distant, frantic shouting of officers in the background. You heard Toph growl something at a subordinate to get out, followed by the slam of her office door.

“Sorry about that sweetheart. What's going on?” She demanded her tone dropping into that dangerous, gravelly rumble that she only used when she was truly rattled. “Your heart is thumping so hard I can feel it from across the city, and your voice sounds like.. like you’re….”

Her voice trailed off as if she was afraid someone would hear. You could imagine how tight her jaw probably was hearing you like this.

“I missed my suppressants, Toph,” You choked out, a sob of relief and desperation breaking through. “For two days. I was so busy with the holiday rush and the shipments that I didn't realize until it was already too late. I’m in my office, the shop is full of people, and I can’t- I can't even stand up on my own. It's like my body is punishing me for denying it the one thing that it needs.”

You heard a sharp intake of breath on her end. The sound of metal groaning, likely from her gripping the edge of her desk, echoed through the phone.

“Two days,” She repeated, her voice dropping into a dangerous register that vibrated deep into the very essence of your being. The protective fury was still there, but it was being overtaken by a dark, territorial hunger. “You were so busy taking care of everyone else’s holiday that you left yourself wide open. You're radiating like a lighthouse, Sugar-foot.”

Fresh tears stung your eyes, you could hear the underlying disappointment in her voice. “I’m sorry baby I didn't think-”

“That's the problem. You weren't thinking.” Her voice had hardened into a scolding tone. You could hear the metallic shing of her police cables retracting into her armor with violent speed. “You're in a full blown heat, in a public building with the doors unlocked during rush hour and my seismic sense is picking up spiked heart rates all over your lobby.”

“I know I'm an idiot,” You whimpered, your body arching as the ache between your thighs sharpened. “Please, Toph. It hurts. I need you.”

“Lock the office door right now,” She barked, and you could hear the clatter of her armor as she moved. “If anyone so much as touches that handle before I get there, I’ll bury the whole fucking block. Stay on that couch and don't move an inch.”

You did as you were told the moment the line cut off. The click of the lock resonated through the quiet office, a fragile and final barrier between your unraveling state and the bustling streets of Republic City. It was the only thing keeping the world out, but it couldn't stop the storm from brewing within. Your legs, which had been trembling since you stood up, finally gave out entirely. You collapsed back onto the couch with a loud exhale.

You buried your face in your hands, the shame burning hotter than the heat itself. This was a nightmare. You were the owner of this establishment, a professional who prided herself on order and grace. And yet here you were, overtaken by a primal need you hadn't felt in years, leaving your staff and customers to deal with the fallout of your scent.

You wanted to scream at the top of your lungs into the leather cushion, the image of that bakers wide, terrified eyes burned into your mind. He was barely twenty three, a sweet guy who helped prep during the day with a smile, and today he’d had to serve as a human shield for his Omega boss. He’d felt you shaking, caught the scent of your slick, and had to physically drag you through a gauntlet of unmated Alpha’s whose eyes had turned dark and predatory.

How do you look him in the eye on Monday? How do you maintain the authority of a business owner when he’s seen and smelled the most vulnerable version of you? You were supposed to be the one taking care of them, the one ensuring they got home to their families, and instead, you’d turned their workplace into a breeding den.

The professional distance you’d worked so hard to maintain had evaporated in a single rush of pheromones and you felt small, exposed, and utterly humiliated.

You curled into a ball on the couch, the leather cool against your saturated skin. You felt like a failure for being so careless with your meds, and as a professional for losing control in front of your staff during rush hour no less. Toph was right, the timing couldn't have been worse.

Your self deprecating thoughts were short lived. As a distant thrum began to vibrate through the couch frame. It was faint at first, like the beating of a heart deep within the earth, but it was growing louder.

Your wife was coming, fast.

Before you could even finish the thought the stone wall of your office groaned under the weight of an impossible force and then shattered inward. Toph hadn't bothered with the door you’d just locked, she was literally reshaping the building’s foundation, tearing an archway through the earth just to reach you.

As the dust settled, you swallowed thickly, the sight of her nearly stealing the air from your lungs. She looked absolutely feral. Her hair was a mess, escaping its usual pins and falling into unruly waves that framed her face and fell over her shoulders.

Her skin was streaked with the grime of the city’s underbelly and the sweat of her transit. Toph's chest was heaving, her shoulders rising and falling rapidly, syncing with the frantic hammering of your own heart. She stood there, feet planted wide, her seismic sense likely feeling every drop of your slick and pulse of your blood through the floorboards.

She looked powerful, dangerous, and to your heat addled brain, utterly irresistible. Your body betrayed you again. A fresh, hot wave of Omega slick pulsed out of you, the sweet scent saturating the air in the small room to the point you could taste it on your tongue.

You watched as Toph wiped a smear of dirt from her forehead, her sightless eyes fixed in your direction. The protective fury was still there, but it was being rapidly overtaken by a dark, possessive hunger. She stepped over the rubble, the metal of her armor clinking softly, until she stood at the edge of the couch, towering over you, her entire shadow swallowing you whole

Her restraint snapped like dry timber. A flicker of something feral flared in her expression as her nostrils flared and she breathed in your Omega scent.

The sound that tore from Toph’s throat wasn’t human, it was a low, rumble that vibrated through the floorboards and settled deep in your core. It was the sound of an Alpha who had found her mate vulnerable in the open, and it sent a primal shockwave through you that made your core clench in a desperate, weeping pulse. Toph's Alpha instincts were screaming to cover you, to hide you, and to mark you so thoroughly that no other soul would dare look your way.

“You've got no idea what you’re doing to me,” She grounded out, her voice thicker than you’d ever heard it before.

“I have some idea.” You groaned, the words catching in your throat as another wave of heat made your hips roll instinctively against the leather.

Toph let out a sharp breath. She unbucked her heavy metal cuffs and tossed them aside with a resounding clatter. Her rough, calloused fingers found the hem of your shirt and slipped under. She didn't just touch you, she possessed you, her palms searing against your fever hot skin.

“Yeah? Well, you're about to have a lot more than an idea,” She rasped, her voice dropping into a register so deep it felt like a physical weight on your chest.

With a sudden, explosive movement, the ground beneath you groaned and opened up, making a sand bed. Toph hauled you flush against the cold metal of her chestplate and lowered you both to the ground. The shock of the freezing iron hitting your skin drew a sharp cry of relief from your lungs, but she silenced it instantly, burying her face in the crook of your neck, her body flush against you. Her teeth grazed the saturated skin there before she bit down, not hard enough to draw blood, but deep enough to leave a stinging mark that would broadcast her claim to anyone who dared look your way.

“You want me to put a pup in you right here on this floor, don't you?” She growled, her breath hot against your neck as she felt you tremble. “You'd let me breed you in the middle of your own shop?”

She nipped at the sensitive skin of your jaw, her teeth grazing the bone in a way that made your vision white out. “Because right now, I don't give a damn about anything. All I can feel is your tight cunt pulsing against my armor.”

“Yes, I need your knot! I want to carry your pups.” The words weren't a request, they were a desperate plea. Your Omega had finally shattered your pride, leaving you drenched in slick and lost to the cloud of your own lust.

“I’m going to fill you so full of me that you’ll be leaking my seed for a month,” Toph husked against your skin.

She was nuzzling your neck with her cheek, marking you with her scent. Toph's large hand locked around your wrist, keeping them above your head as sand bindings wrapped snug around them, replacing her hands. You whined at the slight burn of the sand as you yanked against the restraints, desperate to touch her.

You were so lost in the overwhelming feel of her claim that you hadn't noticed that Toph's movements went deathly still above you. A deep vibrating rumble in her chest sounded in the room then. Toph's nostrils flared as she took in a lungful of your scent.

Her seismic sense, usually tuned to the distant thrum of the city, suddenly narrowed down to the microscopic vibrations on your skin. Beneath the honeyed sweetness of your heat and the sharp scent of her own mark, she caught it: the faint trace of the baker who had held you upright.

It was a Beta’s scent, helpful and innocent, but to an Alpha whose mate was in a fertile peak, it was a trespass. Toph’s entire body turned to stone. Her jaw set with a terrifying, tectonic pressure, and the floor beneath the sand began to groan.

“Who,” She hissed, the word barely a whisper but vibrating with enough force to rattle the glass on your desk. “Who put their hands on you while you were like this?” Her clouded eyes didn't see you, but they flashed with a dark intensity.

She gripped your hair, tilting your head back to expose your throat, her teeth baring in a posessive sneer.

“I can smell him on you,” She said, her voice dropping into a guttural snarl that made the sand-bindings around your wrists tighten. “A stray was touching my Omega while she was dripping for me?”

“It was no one,” You lied, the words faltering under the dizzying haze of your heat combined with the territorial pheromones she was pumping into the air. “Please, Toph I would never let anyone touch what’s yours.”

Your instincts were screaming at you to soothe the Alpha looming over you. The crushing weight of her possessive pheromones had your entire body buzzing. You could taste it on your tongue and feel the pressure of it behind your eyelids. You were absolutely addicted to the way she claimed you.

Toph let out a mocking hum, it was a sound of pure disbelief that vibrated right through your chest. She knew you were lying. Her seismic sense was tracking the guilty flutter of your pulse.

“You're a terrible liar, Sugar-foot,” She murmurs, her nose dragging roughly along your jawline until her lips were resting directly against your throbbing pulse point. “Your heart is tripping over itself. You're vibrating so hard I can practically taste the lie on your skin.”

She shifted her weight, pinning you down more securely into the soft sand. Her hand slid from your waist, her rough, calloused palm pressing firmly against your heat-soaked center. You cried out, your head snapping back as the sudden pressure sent a white hot jolt of electricity straight to your Omega fried brain.

“I don't care if he was just helping you. I don't care if it was an accident,” She growled, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin right over your scent gland. She didn't bite, not yet but the threat was there, sharp and certain. “You are mine. Every drop of slick, every breath you take, and every inch of this heat belongs to me. My scent is the only thing that belongs on you, especially now.”

She abruptly lifted off of you and began to unbuckle her metal belt with one hand, the clatter of the police gear hitting the floor and resonating in the room. She stomped her heel, causing a massive earth pillar to shoot up from the foundation, completely barricading the entrance to ensure the outside world was locked out.

“Since you want to protect no one, I'm just going to have to work twice as hard to scrub him off you,” She promised with a feral, possessive grin. “By the time I'm done knotting you in this dirt, you won't even remember anyone else's hands, let alone your name.”

Toph didn't waste another second on words. With her Alpha dominance fully asserted and the room sealed off from the rest of the world, she used her free hand to rip the rest of her uniform away, letting the fabric and buckles discard into the sand. She moved with an animalistic focus, reaching down to shred what remained of your damp apron and clothes until there was nothing left between her skin and yours.

The sand around your wrist slackened just a bit as her focus broke at the feel of your slick that was already covering her own thighs as she pressed into you. You allowed your gaze to hungrily trail down her body that was corded with muscles that flexed with every movement until you reached her thick shaft. You parted your lips as you stared at the tip that was flushed, and leaking. Toph wrapped her palm around it, stroking her girthy length as the pad of her thumb circled around the slit, spreading the beads of precum.

You couldn't take it anymore, you needed her now. Using your own earthbending you broke free of the restraints and pulled Toph into a messy kiss. The moment your mouth connected with hers, a pathetic sound erupted from your lips. Toph tasted like her morning coffee and everything you have been craving since your heat had started.

More of your Omega slick dripped from your cunt as she kissed you back with fervor. Your moan was swallowed by her tongue as she licked into your mouth, her tongue twisting and sliding against yours in a wet, hungry tangle. You couldn't get enough of her, you were basically drooling as saliva gathered at the corner of your mouth, stretching into thin strings whenever she pulled back just enough to suck your tongue between her lips, her cheeks hollowing with every pull causing your pussy to clench around nothing.

Toph's growl vibrated down into your throat as her hand clamped the back of your neck, keeping you right where she wanted while her other hand released her cock and slid up to grab your breast, her thumb dragging over your nipple until it stiffened under the rough circles.

Toph kissed like she wanted to consume your soul. The longer the kiss went on the more potent your pheromones became, driving your hunger and mixing with the Alpha musk pouring off Toph as her cock pressed into your thigh. You rocked up against her desperately as her seismic sense caught every quiver and roll of your hips chasing her cock.

Toph broke away only to nip along your jaw, her breathing rough. “Gonna breed this pretty Omega cunt right here.”

Toph was completely lost to her rut, she slammed you flat against the sand-covered floor, her full weight pinning you down hard. She shoved your thighs wider with her knees and drove her thick shaft straight into your soaked hole in one brutal thrust. The sudden stretch ripped a broken cry out of you that echoed off the stone walls barricading the door.

Her hips snapped forward again as she dove into you, each slam driving her cock deeper. Every time she bottomed out her balls slapped wetly against you, amplifying your pleasure as the fullness made you dizzy. Toph continued her deep thrusts, pulling back just enough to slap your dripping pussy with the palm of her hand, the sharp sting making you jolt before she thrust back in even harder, never letting the delicious friction end.

“Fuck, listen to you,” She whispered, her voice rough. “Taking every inch like you were made for it.”

You couldn’t form words anymore. Your mouth hung open, spilling broken sounds and half-finished pleas as she kept pounding into you. “T-Toph—ah”

She answered by grabbing your wrists and yanking them above your head again. The metal cuffs from her uniform clicked shut around them, binding you to the stone floor with a short chain. The restraint only made you arch harder into her next powerful thrust as your greedy cunt hugged her shaft driving her deeper.

“Fuck,” Toph grunted, grinding deep so the head of her cock stimulated your g spot with each roll of her hips. “Feel how full you are? I'm stuffing this omega pussy just like I told you I would.” She lifted her palm off the floor and gave your swollen pussy lips another sharp slap, the heavy weight of her sack smacking against you with each punishing stroke.

You weren't even sure what you were saying as you babbled incoherently, your voice cracking as Toph's relentless rhythm left you teetering close to the edge already. “Yes– you're so big baby, stretching me so good ughhhh.”

Toph’s breath came hot against your ear. “Gonna fuck this greedy hole all night. You want that don't you?”

Toph changed the tempo as she felt how close you were, giving you long, deep strokes instead of the quick bursts from before. Even lost to her rut she was still focused on your pleasure. Her seismic sense listening to each quiver of your body as you pulsed around her. Your omega slick drenched the both of you, each time Toph pulled almost completely out of you, her thick tip stretching your tight hole, you could see the sheen of your wetness that coated her abs and hear the wet sounds your pussy was making as she moved in and out of you.

The brief emptiness made the omega in you whine as you thrashed against the restraints, begging her to give you what you need. And just when the sting of the metal became too much she gave you exactly what you were asking for and slammed the full length of her thick cock back into you, rolling her hips so her heavy shaft pressed against your walls.

“Yes–fuck,” You gasped, meeting her thrust. “I want it, Toph. Want you to wreck me.”

Toph snarled in approval and snapped her hips again, causing your eyes to roll back into your head. Your walls fluttered and squeezed around her, rippling along her cock like they were trying to coax out her knot. She felt every desperate contraction and greedy pulse, as she too was close to coming. “That’s it. Milk me with that tight cunt. Make your Alpha proud.”

Your walls clenched and released around her, coating her length in fresh slick that ran down to soak her balls. She groaned, at the sensation, her hips stuttering. “Shit baby, you’re dripping everywhere. This omega cunt is soaking my cock.”

Toph used her strength to hold herself up with one arm, while the other slid between your slick bodies, her fingers finding your enlarged clit and circling it. The heels of your feet dug into her ass as she continued to pound into your pussy with those deep strokes that made your walls flutter as she hit that perfect spot inside you.

Your wrist burned against the restraints, with ever thrust forward the ground beneath you shook as she fucked you into the earth. It was like a continuous feed of pleasure for toph, not only could she feel your hot cunt wrapped around her shaft but she felt every hitch of your breath and vibration of your body through the palm of her hand that was buried in the earth as she fucked you.

She slowed her circles around your clit and gave your swollen pussy lips another firm slap. The impact made your walls clamp even tighter around her shaft. She slapped you again, twice in quick succession, then thrust back inside with enough force to send your body deeper into the sand bed she made.

“Toph!!” You moaned, your thighs trembling around her frame. “More, slap it again..”

She obliged, palm cracking against your slick folds before she buried herself to the hilt and ground in slow circles. The head of her cock pressed deep, rubbing against your inner walls until they fluttered and spasmed around her. “You like that?” She hissed against your lips. “Like feeling my cock stretch this hole open while I slap your pussy?”

“Yes,” You sobbed, legs shaking as the pressure became almost unbearable. “Feels so good. Don’t stop.”

Toph’s rhythm turned relentless. You could feel every thick vein and flare of her cockhead as it dragged along your walls, pressing against that sensitive spot inside you. Her breathing grew heavier, her breath was hot against your neck as she spoke. “You’re close aren't you? Gonna come on my cock before I even knot you?”

“Yes– so close baby.” You mewled, “Please make me come.”

She answered by fucking you harder, hips snapping with enough force to shift the sand beneath your body. Each thrust forced a wet squelch from your pussy as her balls slapped against you in steady rhythm.

Toph’s hand found your throat, holding you in place as she drove into you. “Come on then,” She ordered. “Come on my cock. Let me feel this perfect omega cunt squeeze me while I wreck it.”

“Toph–fuck, I'm coming!!”

Toph groaned low, feeling every contraction along her length. She didn’t stop moving, fucking you through it with short, deep strokes that kept your walls fluttering around her. “Fuck yes,” She hissed. “That’s my good Omega. Coming so hard on my cock you’re dripping everywhere.”

She kept thrusting, drawing out every aftershock until you were shaking and oversensitive. Only then did she slow, still buried deep inside you, her cock twitching with the effort of holding back her own release. She leaned down, lips brushing your ear.

“Now beg for it,” She whispered, voice dark with promise. “Beg me to knot this messy cunt and breed you full.”

“Please,” You whimpered, voice hoarse. “Knot me, Toph. Make me a mommy.”

Toph’s hips rolled in a slow, deliberate grind, her tip pressing against your fluttering walls. “Not yet,” She murmured. “Want to feel you come on me again first.”

She released your binded wrist and your hands immediately shot out to grasp at her shoulders, your nails dragging across the saturated skin.

Toph thrusted forward again, slower this time but just as deep. Your walls hugged her shaft, still sensitive from your first orgasm. The wet sound of her cock sliding through your slick filled the office, as Toph's pheromones released out of her in powerful waves causing your omega to purr. “This cunt was made for my cock, you feel so good baby.”

She drove into you with long, steady thrusts. Due to you still being so sensitive it didn't take long for your second orgasm to come barreling ahead. For you it was the intimacy of it, the way she was holding you flush against her, her body fully on top of you while your fingers traced her spine was enough to send you over the edge for the second time. You came with a quiet cry, your face buried into her neck, your thighs shaking as your canines elongated and locked onto that familiar mating mark.

Toph's hips picked up speed, her arms tightened around you as the beginnings of her powerful orgasm slammed into her. You let out a guttural moan as Toph growled possessively into the flesh of your neck. The ground underneath you vibrated with what could only be described as a minor earth quake. Toph's Alpha nature was screaming, demanding her knot be seated deep within you to ensure the legacy she had spent years running from came to fruition.

She was finally knotting you

Toph’s next thrust came up short, the swollen base of her knot catching at your entrance before it could sink deeper. The sudden stretch burned, forcing your pussy wider around the thickening bulb as it locked inside you.

Toph nuzzled your neck, her teeth grazing where she knew the mating mark she left on your skin all those years ago was. Her cock pulsed hard, your vision blurred as she bit down just as the first thick jet of hot cum painted your inner walls. Your fingers dug into the muscle of her back, nails scraping as another spurt followed as she came inside you. Toph was flooding you with her seed. Each pulse made your belly tighten and swell, the heat of her release spreading through you as your clit throbbed untouched between your bodies.

A broken sob tore from your throat as you lost track of home many times you've come. Your pussy clamped down around the knot as your walls fluttered, milking every fresh spurt she pumped into you. The metallic taste of your blood filled Toph's mouth as she marked you, her hips never stopped moving as she continuously pumped into you. She was completely lost to her animalistic nature and your omega couldn't be more satisfied.

Tears slipped free from your eyes, sliding down your cheeks as your body shook through the constant overstimulation.

Toph’s hips rolled in short, grinding circles, keeping the knot seated tight while her cock kept throbbing and releasing inside you. The shallow movement dragged the swollen bulb against every sensitive spot, forcing another helpless orgasm to crash through you. Your pussy spilled omega slick that splattered against her thighs and leaked into the sand below. Toph had you folded completely in half now, her hands bracing the back of your thighs as she held you place, making sure you got every last drop of her cum.

Toph's tongue lapped at the mark she left on your skin before she placed a wet kiss to it. She lifted her head from your neck, her palms leaving your thighs so she could cup your face firmly. The pad of her thumbs traced your cheeks, brushing away the fresh tears that continued to fall. “You're being such a good omega, taking every last drop of my seed. Are you still with me baby?”

Your lips parted around another breathless sound as your belly swelled full and heavy with her knot. “Y-yes, too full–can’t stop..”

“I know,” Toph husked, her eyes fluttering closed as the honey-scented musk of your heat started to dissipate from the air now that you had her knot. “It's been awhile Im going to make sure it takes.”

“You're going to be the best mom.” She added, kissing away your tears as she brushed your hair that was sticking to your face out of the way. “I wouldn't want anyone else to carry my pups.”

You knew she meant it. After spending so many years thinking she hated the absolute thought of it, you were at a loss for words. All you could do was cry and pull her down into a warm kiss. Toph rested her forehead against yours, her lips curving into a soft smile. You weren't sure how long you laying there just kissing her, but eventually, her knot deflated and softened, slipping out of you with a slick, wet pop.

Now that your heat had finally broken, all that remained was a quiet hum in your veins. Toph stayed close, her touch incredibly gentle as she lifted herself off of you and guided you out of the makeshift sandbed she had molded in the center of your office. You leaned heavily into Toph since your legs were still shaking. You really didn't have time to lay here with her, you were in desperate need of a shower and some food before your heat picked back up again. This was only day one.

“Ugh, I just realized,” You mumbled, resting your head against her shoulder as you looked around. “There isn't a shower here.”

“Why would there be?” Toph snorted, wrapping a solid arm around your waist to keep you up. “Good thing you drove to work today. Let's get you home before it picks up again because I can not do another round on the earth.”

“Whose fault is that? We had a perfectly good couch in here and somehow you still decided to make a bed out of the floor.” You responded.

“I needed the space,” Toph claimed, a wicked smirk cutting across her face. “Besides, you weren't complaining when you were begging me to put a pup in you.”

Your face warmed at that, you grabbed her discarded shirt from the desk and threw it right at her face. “Shut up.”

Toph just snorted, catching the fabric easily as you finally gathered your bearings. Looking around the room, the reality of the past few hours fully set in. The office was a complete disaster. Papers were scattered everywhere like confetti, the chair behind your desk was completely overturned.

If that weren't bad enough your walls were crooked and the floor was nonexistent since Toph had earth bended the pillars through your very expensive hardwood floors to lock you. “Toph. Look at this place, it's a mess.”

“Can't see it, babe, remember?” She teased, her grip on you tightening affectionately now that you were dressed.

“You know exactly what I mean,” You said, playfully slapping her arm with a huff. “You are definitely renovating this entire office the second my heat cycle is over.”

Toph let out a booming laugh, kissing your cheek. “Deal. I'll build you the fanciest office in Republic city, But first, lets get home.”

And you had never agreed with a statement more in your entire life.

She shut the door gently, tossing her bag carelessly somewhere on the floor.

“Good girl, always waiting for me,” she praised quietly. She was tired—likely exhausted from training—but she always made sure to greet you properly without fail.

Toph met you where you stood, her hand finding your shoulder before bringing it up cup your cheek, pulling you in for a kiss. You moaned softly against her mouth, and she slid her strong forearm behind your lower back, pulling you tight against her chest.

“Long day?” you murmured against her cheek.

She sighed softly. “Yeah.” Her hand slid lower, and just as she was about you squeeze your ass to pull you in even deeper, she froze at the feeling of something soft graze her fingers.

“Oh? What do we have here?” she mused, her hand caressing the tail.

You whimpered softly, the plug shifting slightly in your stretched and sensitive hole as she caressed the tail gently. “Just a little surprise.”

Toph chuckled low at the sound of you, leaning in closer until her hot breath nipped at your earlobe.

“What’s this?” she murmured against your ear. “You want to be my puppy?”

Your face was burning hot. You had been starved of her touch all day, and you felt your patience fraying by the second. You started shifting around, whimpering with every caress she gave to the toy that was keeping you plugged up.

You nodded with a soft sigh. “I want to be your puppy, Tophie.”

She grinned, tucking her nose into the crook of your neck as she began to pepper kisses along the column of your throat. “Have you been a good girl while I was gone?”

You whimpered, nodding frantically.

She tugged on the tail, displeased, making you gasp sharply. “Use your words, pet.”

Toph was already getting riled up, leaning heavily into the roleplay, and you felt yourself getting wetter by the second. She hadn’t even touched you down there yet, but you were already dripping from her taunts alone.

“I’ve been a good girl,” you whined. “A very, very good girl!”

She hummed, contemplating your words. Then she pulled her hand away with an almost displeased-sounding sigh and walked over to the couch. Her weight sank into the cushions as she leaned back, spreading her legs to make space for you.

“Come here,” Toph commanded, tapping the space. “Sit on mommy’s lap.”

Timidly, your bare feet pattered against the floor to meet Toph at the couch.

“Face me,” she added.

She looked so good spread out like this. Her sightless eyes were tired, yet hungry. Her muscular arm rested on top of the couch while the other rested on her strong thigh as she waited for you to enter her space.

Biting your lower lip, you carefully climbed onto her lap, your legs straddling her hips. Your arms rested on her broad shoulders for support. You wanted nothing more than to lean in and kiss her—but you had to be a good girl and listen to her commands first.

“That’s a good girl,” she cooed, her rough palms sliding up your bare legs—feeling you up—before shifting to your bottom.

You gasped, leaning into her chest when she cupped your ass with her greedy hands.

“So reactive. And I bet you’re so wet, too…” she murmured. Her hands made quick work of removing your silk robe, taking her time as if unwrapping a personal present.

Once you were completely bare on her lap, she leaned in and swiped her tongue over the curve of your breast. It wasn’t long before her greedy, wet mouth caught your nipple. You felt the vibration of her groan against your chest as she pressed her nose to your skin, her tongue swiping and flickering against your sensitive, hardened nipple.

The sensation was too delicious, your belly pooling with a heat that rapidly built between your legs. Without thinking, you started to grind your hips against her strong, muscular thigh. She chuckled—that taunting, deep chuckle that only made you wetter as you stained her pants with your juice.

“That’s it, pet. Rock your hips back and forth, just like that…” she murmured raspily, peppering tickling kisses all over your neck.

Her hand found the tail, caressing it gently in a way that made you whimper. “Does it feel good, baby?”

“Mmm—yes, Toph—!”

Toph’s hand suddenly rose and landed hard on the curve of your bare ass, making you grip her broad shoulders with a pathetic squeal.

“When you’re rubbing your cunt all over my leg, you don’t get to call me by my name,” she lectured, her voice rough and impatient. “Use the right words, or I’ll bend you over my lap and spank you ’til you cry.”

She raised her hand to deliver another hard strike, making you wince as your eyes welled with tears.

“I-I’m sorry, mommy. It feels good—”

Another spank cracked against your skin. You cried out, but your core only grew wetter.

“Ow! Toph, what was that for—!”

Another hard spank echoed through the room. Suddenly, she grabbed your waist and lifted you up and over her lap with ease. Your bare chest made contact with her hard, solid thighs while she kept your naked, vulnerable bottom spread over her lap.

Her rough palms rubbed up and down your burning skin, soothing the ache with just her fingertips.

“Better,” she rumbled. “Good girl. That’s my good girl. You always make mommy so happy, you know that?”

You whimpered, your forehead pressing into her knee as you tried to catch your breath. A cruel mixture of arousal and fear was spinning inside your head.

“I love making my mommy happy.” you choked out, a wave of embarassment making your face burn hotter.

She hummed in approval, but she didn’t let you up. Her fingers crept down toward the base of the tail, then her knuckles brushed against the sensitive aching skin of your inner thighs. You gasped, your hips twitching instinctively for more of her touch.

“You’re so tight around this plug,” she whispered, teasing the edge of the tail. “I wonder how tight your pussy will be around mommy’s fingers, too.”

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It didn’t take much longer for her middle finger to run a slow line up your lips, parting your folds, exposing your cunt to the warm air beneath the blankets.

Her finger glided through surprisingly easily, yet she wasnt surprised. She could feel your heart pounding against your ribs.

You softly whimpered as she brushed your clit, the soft sounds blooming into a real moan as the same finger circled the pulsing bud, causing you to curl into her.

“Toph..”

Her free hand rubbed back up your spine.

“Relax, babe.”

She’d utter smoothly, her other fingers collecting more of your slick as she put more pressure over your clitoris.

She stayed there for a bit, building up the want low in your belly, finally pulling off your twitchy clit just for two fingers to teasingly push over your hole.

“You can tell me to stop.”

Within the next second, she was knuckle-deep inside you.

You bit your lip, trying not to be loud, yet a pitiful whine filled the air anyway.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“N-no!..I don’t..”

She’d smirk, scissoring you open in hopes of fitting another one of her long fingers into your pretty pussy.

Soon enough you were stretched out further, arching off of her as she pumped in and out of you at an achingly slow pace. Her fingers only occasionally pressed over your g-spot, leaving you spewing a constant pattern of pathetic “ahh ah ahhh”s into her skin.

She made up for it by finding your clit once more with her thumb, giving it consistent pressure that successfully brought you to your edge.

“Hmph!! Toph!!!im gonna cum-!”

True to your word, your release coated her fingers, seeping from your cunt and dripping over the bed sheets. Your palm fisted her top as she continued fingering, leaving you wretched, tears coating your lashes as you grew overstimulated, clutching onto her she she rode out your high.

She only pulled out once you were quivering, her free hand cupping the back of your head to pull your face away from her, pressing her fingers against your lips.

Your mouth opened, your tongue meeting the taste of her flesh and your arousal, wrapping your mouth around her fingers to suck them clean.

“Good girl.”

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“i’m not so sure about this, tophie..” you cling tighter to your girlfriend’s arm, both of you walking towards the fire palace’s gates. “isn’t fire lord azula.. y’know.. a little crazy?” you whisper the last bit to avoid a public execution in case anyone overheard you.

toph only laughs, hands in her pockets as she keeps walking, “don’t worry, sweetness. she is insane, but she’s still my friend. so you’ll be fine. come on, i visit her every year, what’s the big deal?”

you sigh, still concerned but you know your protests will fall on deaf ears. “i really, really don’t get how you’re friends with her. but i mean, won’t she mind my presence? she doesn’t know me.”

“mind your presence?” a smirk tugs at her lips, which makes you cock an eyebrow. you don’t know what thought just crossed her head, but she shakes it off with a chuckle. “oh trust me, she won’t mind at all. zula loves pretty things.”

you huff, lightly elbowing her. “i’m not a thing.”

she smiles at that, not bothering to answer you as you close in on the guards. toph pulls out her badge and they stand aside, bowing to you two as you go in.

toph’s a familiar face, but you aren’t. so all sorts of stares are being casted your way the further you walk in, and you can only hold on to your girlfriend tighter to calm your nerves.

toph, though, seems completely unbothered by your growing discomfort. if anything, she seems to relish it. “you trying to tear my arm off, baby?”

you swallow, marching through the hallways to the throne room. “i don’t have a good feeling about this..”

“now you’re just being annoying.” she sighs, metalbending the huge royal doors open with a swipe of her hand, without even a single knock, and you want to scream at the insolence.

she drags you with her, barging in like the fire lord herself wasn’t in that very room. “just relax. zula loves me.”

“do i?” the low voice cuts through the vast room, firm and crisp.

your gaze slowly travels up the high stairs to her huge throne, and your breath slightly hitches, making you squeeze toph’s arm even tighter in fear.

this was the first time you ever saw fire lord azula in person.

the portraits didn’t do her justice — even with how threatening she requested them to be, conveying the raw terror she enjoyed inspiring in people, they paled in comparison to the glare drilling holes into you right now.

her legs were crossed, elbows on the armrests as her head rested on her palm in a show of boredom, the upper half of her dark hair brushed back into the royal golden headpiece while the rest cascaded down her shoulders..

as beautiful as you’d admit she was, she looked anything but pleased.

see, you knew this was a bad idea. maybe you should leave now.

but instead, toph’s loud cackling fills the room and your head whips up to her in bewilderment. she walks even closer, ignoring your feeble attempts at holding her back, “you know you love me, zula.”

in only this past minute, you could count over six fire nation laws that toph just broke, and you didn’t know which one would send you to an early boiling death any second now.

two guards by her side lift their weapons, and azula doesn’t rip her stare off you as you’re forcefully pulled closer by toph to stand in front of the first steps, and you try not to squirm under her sheer intensity.

she doesn’t even blink, assessing you with her gaze alone. you feel heat creeping up your cheeks at the prolonged silence and you finally break eye contact, lowering your head in respect.

“that’s what i thought.” she lifts her hand up to her guards, “leave us.”

“yes, your majesty.”

and with that, their steady footsteps find their way outside, and you’re left in a suffocating silence, too scared to look up.

then you hear her scoff, entwining her fingers. “only you would make such a disrespectful entrance, beifong.”

toph croons, “you know me so well, zula.”

“maybe one day i should serve you as meat stew to my army,” she muses, and you can hear the grin in her voice. “you and the cute pup you brought with you today.”

at that, you finally look up, puzzled. azula’s eyes are still on you, her smirk plainly taunting, and when toph looks down at you, the uncanny resemblance in their smug grins sends a shiver up your spine.

toph chuckles, ruffling your hair. “aw, hear that? seems like you’re my pup now.”

you don’t know whether to stare at her in annoyance or pure shock.

was this seriously happening right now?

in the fire lord’s throne room?

maybe this was just a dream.

yup, must be an afternoon nap.

azula finally — after what seemed like an eternity — looks away from you to stare at toph instead, swapping her crossed legs to rest her right one on top of her left now. “where’s my gift, beifong?”

toph snorts, raising an eyebrow, “a gift? since when do you hold me to your laws, zula?”

“just because you’re not foe,” she gives her long nails a check, curling her fingers over her sleeve. “doesn’t mean you can simply show up empty-handed in front of your fire lord.”

“mhm.. well, that’s too bad.” toph holds out her hands and sighs dramatically. “i’ve brought nothing with me, your majesty.”

“but you have, beifong.” azula looks up from her hand, her gaze back on you this time. her forming smile makes you freeze into place, “a rather pretty gift, at that. and you know i don’t give empty praise.”

toph doesn’t need to see to feel the growing tension or know what she’s talking about, and at first she frowns, but then she hums.

“toph,” you hiss quietly, clinging to her arm tighter without breaking eye contact with azula. “what the hell?”

toph pulls her arm out of your grasp to wrap it around your shoulders and hold you tight against her side. “you want my girlfriend? that’s a bold request, even for you.”

azula sneers, looking down at you with a mockingly fond stare. “i won’t take her from you. well, not that i couldn’t, but i’m feeling merciful tonight. i just want to borrow her for a night. you can join, too. just like old times.”

borrow you? old times? what the fuck was going on?

you look up at your girlfriend, and the last thing you expected to see was a flustered blush tinting her cheeks.

“toph??” you’re torn between confusion and anger. “what the hell is this about? what old times?”

“oh please.” azula rolls her eyes, “beifong never told you we used to be an item? you think she visited me yearly for some cookies and tea?”

toph glares at her, “azula.”

woah, woah, woah.

you glare up at toph now, “what the fuck? you dated the fire lord??”

“no i didn’t.” she snaps, her face increasing in redness.

“yeah she didn’t,” azula smiles sweetly. “we just fucked. you know, as good friends. so don’t worry.”

as mad as you were, you couldn’t help where your mind wanderered, filthy images of them naked plaguing your imagination. who even topped? you could see them both do so interchangeably, and the thought only makes you flush almost as beet red as toph.

you forget how perceptive your blind girlfriend is, and you remember it when she abruptly looks down at you, having picked up on the hitch of your breath and the growing warmth of your body.

she tilts her head, puzzled and almost disgusted. “seriously? you’re horny?”

“what— no!” you quickly stammer, your voice unusually squeaky, and you watch her gaze darken in real time.

azula, on the other hand, is more than amused. she gets up, the clicking of her heels resounding through the room as she descends the stairs, arms behind her back, and you can do nothing but look at her, mouth agape.

the closer she got, the prettier she seemed to get.

sharp eyes, smooth dark hair similar to your girlfriend’s, subtle smirk, confident gait — everything about her screamed royalty, and your knees fought not to sink to the floor in submission already.

no wonder she ruled so well.

you gasp when she stops in front of you, reaching for your chin to swipe her thumb across your bottom lip. “i’ll be in my chambers tonight. upper floor, second door to your right. i’ll wait for your answer. well, you’d be pretty dumb to turn down a direct offer from the fire lord, pup.”

she doesn’t even wait for your reply nor does she seem interested in it, letting go of you and walking out of the throne room.

you blink incredulously as you watch her retreating figure, and when she’s out of sight, you let out a huge exhale you didn’t know you were holding.

but then you’re quickly yelping again when toph’s firm hand finds your hair, roughly pulling your head up to look at her.

“whore.” she spits, sightless eyes glaring daggers into you, “you’re actually considering it.”

you wince, whimpering and clutching your scalp. “n-no, i’m not! let go of me!”

she pulls harder, “you’re already a whore in my eyes, you’re gonna add liar to the list?”

“y—you can’t be calling me a whore. you literally slept with her.”

“and?” she asks, like you’d just stated the weather.

you huff defensively, trying to push her hand off you, “so you can’t be mad at me for thinking it.”

“mad?” she furrows her eyebrows before laughing loudly. “ohh. no no, you’re misunderstanding this, baby. i’m not mad at all. i’m quite happy, in fact.”

you frown, confused. “but you just— owww!!”

“sooo happy,” she drags you by the hair, ignoring your pained yelps as she leaves for azula’s chambers, a delighted smile on her lips. “you have no idea how happy i am.”

“t—toph, it hurts!” tears prick at your eyes, your scalp on fire.

“if you think this hurts,” she feels up the walls with her free hand while she walks, “you don’t know what sleeping with the fire lord is like.”

… what the hell did you just get yourself into?

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toph barges into the chambers, dropping you right in front of where the fire lord was seated on the edge of the bed.

“beifong,” azula chuckles, looking down at your completely disheveled self on the floor, “i know you’re blind, but you’re ridiculously bad with gift packaging. what a mess.”

toph is already sliding her top off, grabbing azula by the collar of her fancy red robes, “ever the complainer.”

their lips smush together in a heated kiss, the wet pop!s of their entwined tongues reaching your ringing ears as you’re left a panting mess on the ground.

azula bites down on toph’s tongue, making the latter detach with a grunt. she kneads her breast in what would seem like an apologetic gesture, “get your girl up here, beifong.”

toph huffs out a small whimper, before reaching out to feel up the floor for you. you’re still massaging your poor scalp when toph finds your hair once again, pulling you up from it and you want to cry again already.

you finally get a good look at azula, her lipstick a little smudged from the earlier kiss, her headpiece ditched for thick black locks of hair to come undone and frame her face and slender neck, the robes half opened from toph’s aggression, one of her shoulders exposed.

you turn your head and your girlfriend’s already shirtless, but before you get to admire her properly, she grabs you and adjusts you into azula’s grip, your back against the fire lord’s chest, while she crawls over you to slot herself between your legs.

you blush at toph’s gaze on you, and azula snaps you out of your haze by tugging at your clothes. the message is clear and you obediently lift your arms, letting her undress you effortlessly.

“cute,” she nips at your ear, her hands travelling up your waist to your now bared tits, giving your nipples a mean pinch.

you squeal, squirming in her hold, but you’re quickly shut up by toph suddenly shoving two of her fingers in your mouth.

she presses down on your tongue, leaning closer until her face occupies your entire field of vision, “suck.”

her voice brooks no argument, and so you weakly coat her digits, moaning and gagging on them as azula presses wet, boiling hot kisses to your nape.

you feel her grin against your neck, and before you can process anything, your half-lidded eyes blow wide open in surprise, your screaming muffled by toph’s fingers when azula’s hands on your chest grow searingly hot.

the unbearable heat against your sensitive nipples has you thrashing wildly between both of them, and toph brings her free hand up to rest over one of azula’s. “won’t you burn her like this?”

“i’m not that evil.” she lies sweetly, pressing a mocking kiss to your sweaty temple and cooing when tears start streaming down your red face. “aw, too hot for you? stop gagging her, toph. i want to hear her scream.”

toph mulls it over, then agrees, but not before pushing deeper in one last time to drag a garbled choke out of your hoarse throat.

she grins, wiping the saliva off on your cheek, “well, aren’t you loud?”

with your frenzied writhing, you land an accidental kick to toph’s side, and that earns you a stinging smack to the thigh.

“stop moving, bitch.” she barks, face now twisted in anger, and lowers herself down to loop both her strong arms around your shaky thighs to hold you down.

“p—please— ah!” you cry out, arching up in pain when azula’s burning hands slowly slide off your chest and over your abdomen.

she chuckles against your ear, wisps of steam escaping her mouth, “so dramatic. the fire lord is giving you a personal sauna session, and you can’t even say thank you?”

angry red patches of skin fill the expanse of your tummy, and her fingers feel up the top of your panties, before the smell of smoke fills all your nostrils.

she was burning them off!

“a—azula! you’re gonna burn me!” you yell through tears, looking down at the fabric on fire in panic, but toph’s arms render any attempt at escaping useless. “s—stop it, please! this is crazy!”

at that, azula only sighs, bringing one hand up to cover your mouth. “unfortunately, you do sound better gagged. just shut up, i know what i’m doing. and who said you could call me by my first name? i should burn you, just for that.”

you can’t tear your eyes off the flames, sweat rolling off the sides of your head in waves, your entire body shaking with adrenaline under toph’s unrelenting grasp.

toph scrunches her nose, like you weren’t quite literally on fire, “reeks of burnt cotton.”

azula smiles, chin slotted against your shoulder to drink in the pure fear on your face. “so cute.”

she finally takes mercy, firebending the rest of the flames away with a swirl of her finger, your pussy exposed and glistening, and you’re just glad it’s somehow intact.

your head tips back against her shoulder, body going limp from the rollercoaster of emotions you just experienced, tears still streaming down your face.

“aww, stop it. you’re too adorable.” azula presses a condescending kiss to your cheek, tasting the saltiness of your tears. she smiles, “wow, you have such a pretty girlfriend, beifong. too bad you can’t see her.”

toph scoffs, “too bad you can’t have her.”

both their grips on you tighten.

you can barely manage to keep your eyes open, too out of it to do anything but pant erratically. you don’t know what’s going on, a long silence settling in, but you can only imagine them glaring at each other, the rising tension more than obvious.

azula takes her hand off your mouth to find your chest again, giving your right breast a sudden squeeze, a soft moan slipping out of your lips.

toph huffs, her nails digging into your thighs, and lowers herself down to press warm open-mouthed kisses to the irritated skin on your abdomen, licking them to soothe you further, coaxing a string of needy whimpers to leave your mouth.

you let your eyes flutter shut, basking in their delicious touch, the kneading of your tit and the hot kisses and nips littering your tummy making warmth bloom deep in your stomach.

“boring.” you hear azula whisper against your ear, but before it even registers in your brain, the hand she burnt your panties off with slides down over your folds, making you let out a startled yelp.

she grins, her breath warm against your neck as her fingers swipe over the dripping slick, smudging it across your aching pussy, “so wet already.”

with no prep or warning, she swiftly pushes two inside your drooling slit, and you arch off the bed with a loud squeal, flushing with embarrassment at how effortless that was.

she purrs, a sly smirk on her face. “so easy, too.”

you moan lewdly, her nimble fingers scissoring you open with filthy squelches.

toph scoffs, landing a harsh spank on the side of your thigh to jolt you back into attention. “you’re that easy for a stranger? aren’t you ashamed?”

you whimper, looking down at her through half-lidded eyes, “i—i’m sorry.”

“you’re not. but you will be.”

she pushes your thighs further apart, and you’re already mewling at the sight of her strong hands flexing around your inner thighs, her expression feral as damp strands of hair fall over her eyes.

she spits on your stuffed cunt, earning an annoyed tsk from azula, and before you even start squirming in anticipation, she’s already down on you, a scream ripping through your throat when her lips latch on your swollen clit.

“oh—oh my god!” you cry out, writhing against azula, who also picks up the pace of her finger-fucking to match toph’s aggressive slurping.

the sounds are so filthy it feels blasphemous to be doing this in the fire palace, but you can only moan and scream, drool dribbling down your lips from the feel of azula’s insanely precise fingers against your g-spot and toph’s punishing mouth on your clit.

your eyes roll to the back of your head when toph’s hands slide under your thighs, finding the fat of your ass to lift your hips up even higher — and the new angle has stars exploding behind your eyelids.

“gonna cum?” azula taunts sweetly, twisting your nipple.

you nod, unable to speak through sobs. her fingers curl up against your spongy spot while toph’s tongue swirls around your puffy bud, her saliva dripping down to azula’s knuckles, who decides to fuck it inside you too.

the thread in your lower stomach is about to snap, when toph suddenly lifts her head up and grabs azula’s wrist, quickly pulling her fingers out.

you cry out, uselessly bucking up into her mouth but her arms loop back around your legs to firmly hold you down.

“aw, that’s cruel.” azula coos, bringing her wet fingers to toph’s slick-sheen lips.

your girlfriend wastes no time in sucking on them greedily, making you watch her through tears, all while azula’s free hand offers your chest comforting rubs and squeezes in mock sympathy. “you poor thing.”

you hiccup a sob, “why? p—please. i’m so close—”

“i know,” toph tilts azula’s hand, licking on her wrist. “i don’t care.”

you watch her helplessly as she kisses and licks her way up azula’s arm to her shoulder. she pushes your face slightly away so her lips can find azula’s, and your clit uselessly throbs at the unfairly attractive sight.

“mhm,” azula hums, tasting you on toph’s mouth. “not bad.”

toph swallows her words in a deeper kiss, their hands tangling in each other’s sweat-damp hair, though azula somehow has the decency to leave one on your poor boob.

this was so unfair.

you were on the brink of an earth-shattering orgasm, and they just leave you pent-up to make out?

it didn’t help that their moans only made the knot in your abdomen painfully tighten.

toph finally pulls away, a string of saliva connecting their swollen lips, “where’s the strap, zula?”

azula steals another kiss. “where i always kept it.”

toph nods and gets off the bed.

right.

they used to fuck.

the reminder has your thighs squeezing together, heat creeping up your cheeks as your imagination goes wild again.

“somebody’s aroused,” azula muses into your ear, her hands finding the curve of your waist to adjust you back against her chest. “what’s running through your dirty little mind?”

your lips purse tightly, a sudden shyness taking over you.

she laughs, nipping at your neck, “dirty thoughts of me and toph, i bet.”

“mhh— i-i just…” you swallow, fidgeting. “i—i really wanted to cum.”

“oh don’t worry,” her palms grow warmer against your hips, and toph finally comes back to you, strap in hand. your eyes widen at the sheer size of it, your guts twisting with dread and reluctant excitement.

azula smiles, the bed dipping under toph’s weight, “you’re about to cum buckets.”

toph grins down at you, and it’s the last you will see of her face. she does a twirly motion with her fingers, and so azula turns you over, making you finally face her.

she chuckles, looking at your surprised expression. “hey there. missed me?”

toph’s hands hook under your hips, manhandling you into all fours, and you rest your palms over azula’s thighs for support. “what are you— ah..”

azula undoes the flimsy ribbon tying her robes, and the fabric gives way to her naked body, your gaze travelling down peaked breasts to her gorgeous cunt.

“my eyes are up here.” she pats your cheek mockingly, tutting at your stubborn staring. “pathetic.”

she spreads her legs wide enough, the stretch of her cunt an irresistible invitation.

her hand on your cheek slides up to your mussy hair, her grin still taunting. “take a deep breath, you’ll need it.”

with that, she pulls you down roughly, your face meeting the mattress with a startled gasp. she tugs on your hair, lifting you up to meet with her wet pussy in all its glory, and you swallow the lump in your throat.

she smiles down at you, her fingers brushing the hair off your nape to softly caress the damp skin.

“for your own sake, i better cum.” she swipes her index over the back of your neck, the motion gentle but the threat’s obvious. “after all, we wouldn’t want you to accidentally get shocked, right pup?”

your confusion is cleared when she generates just a bit of lightning at the tip of her finger, making your head jolt up with a pained yelp.

her smile widens, “so be good, yeah? you know i have a short temper.”

your bottom lip quivers under her gaze.

seriously, what were you thinking? sleeping with the fire lord?

you nod obediently, “yes your highness— augh!” you choke on your own words, feeling toph glide her tip over your soaked folds once before plunging into you so hard you hear your tailbone crack from your abrupt arch.

“t—toph!” you desperately scream, the girth stretching you out more than you could ever fathom.

you claw at azula’s thighs, crying again, and you hear toph curse behind you, her hands grabbing your ass cheeks to spread you wider. “shut her up, zula.”

“you don’t command me, beifong.” she snaps, but her grip finds your hair nonetheless, pushing your face into her warm slit.

you sob against her puffy lips, toph’s cock bullying its way inside your tight walls, but a swipe of azula’s fingers over your nape makes all the hairs there stand, the warning clear.

you sniffle, your tongue darting out to lick a big stripe up her folds to her clit, kissing and suckling it.

“finally,” toph groans when she finally bottoms out, readjusting her hands on your hips. “there we go.”

she doesn’t even give you a second to prepare for the ruthless pace she brutally fucks you with right off the bat, and you can only choke and sob, your sounds muffled as you’re fully smushed against azula’s pussy.

you wail, nails sinking into azula’s thighs, making her scoff. “what the fuck are you doing? let go of me, and eat me out properly.”

you feel electricity buzz beneath her fingertips and you immediately let go in fear, trying to put your mouth to better use than helplessly crying, but toph’s pounding — especially with whatever strap from hell this was — made this an almost impossible task.

the whole bed was creaking, the loud sounds of skin slapping filling the room as her hands tighten around your ass, appreciating its ripple against her hips at every thrust..

you couldn’t help but drool, your knees wobbly and position unsteady, but she didn’t need your legs for support.

her death grip on your hips was more than enough — you were basically useless; your only job was to lay there and take it.

well, not exactly.

azula reminds you of that by rubbing your neck in a deceptively gentle motion.

and that alone snaps you back to reality, lapping at her folds feverishly in whatever way you could.

small wonder that she was so good at fear-mongering.

“good girl,” she scratches your scalp, your head bobbing frenzily from the sheer force of toph ramming into you.

your eating was sloppy, you knew that, but you tried to make it up by giving extra attention to her sensitive clit, which happened to be the only thing that coaxed anything remotely akin to praise from her lips.

she was just like toph in that regard.

when a woman was this rude and mean with you, it always made the praise hit 100x harder.

fair trade, if you ask me.

“ugh, useless bitch.” azula roughly fists your hair, lifting your head up and locking you in place. you’re about to beg for forgiveness when she ruts up against you instead, deciding to take care of this herself.

you mewl and gasp at every roll of her hips, the lack of air making you even more light-headed, all the while toph’s tip deeply kisses your cervix.

incorrect choice of words — this was no “kiss”, she was destroying your womb from the inside.

you shiver at the feel of toph’s bare chest against your back, your face still stuffed full of azula’s cunt to properly see her.

toph lowers herself over you, her breath hot against your nape. “you’re close, aren’t you? gonna cum for me?”

you’d love to answer if you could, but you were too busy trying to get one puff of oxygen in your system before you completely shut off, though too scared to go against azula’s wishes.

death was a far more merciful consequence than her wrath.

toph somehow manages to pick up the pace even more, mumbling filth into your ear as her fingers slide down to your neglected clit, and you scream against azula.

the vibrations of your voice have her eyes rolling back; and it’s exactly what tips her over, having her gush all over your face.

she pulls your head up by your hair again and you suck in the sharpest inhale, desperate for air, and she just glares down at you, both of you panting, though in completely different rhythms.

“sloppy.” she grumbles, twisting your locks like you were some puppet. “could use some work.”

her words don’t even register into your addled brain because you’re the next to cum right after her; toph’s pounding, paired with her ever so phenomenal clit fiddling, sends you tumbling over the edge.

the now sopping wet toy produces even filthier sounds while she fucks you through your high, some of your slick dripping down from it down to either land on toph’s thighs or the sheets.

“perfect,” toph flips her thick hair back, satisfied with the outcome as she slowly pulls out of you. “could never get sick of fucking this sweet pussy.”

your body weakly squirms when she fingers some of your cum back into you, too exhausted to even protest anymore, falling totally limp against the mattress when they both finally let go of you.

“y’know, zula, i could get used to this gift thing.” toph smiles, sitting next to azula sweetly like she didn’t just fuck the living daylights out of you.

azula hums, “she’s really bad at multitasking, though. but since this is your first gift, i’ll let it slide this time.”

toph grabs her face, pulling her in for another hot kiss. she chuckles mockingly, “i’ll whip her into better shape for you next time, your highness.”

azula grins, returning the kiss. “you always know how to appease me, beifong. now, give me back my strap and roll over.”

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* i feel like i got sloppy after this long break idk.. anyway, art creds are neozumi on X (toph art) & aakiwa on tumblr (azula art)