hide and seek — toph x f!reader
warnings: 18+ nsfw MDNI!! , heavy SMUUUT, predator/prey play, g!p toph, mean sadist!toph, masochist!reader, hide and seek, brat taming, hair pulling, spit play, cum play, gagging, face slapping, spanking (not much tho), degradation, humiliation, name calling, feral sex, p in v sex, edging, panties are used as a gag, ANYTHING on your mind you name it, toph is VERY rough sorry i’m a whore :((
summary: your wife’s been neglecting you, so you decide to get her attention one way or another. and of course, she reminds you who the fuck you’re married to.
!!! disclaimer: i’m ovulating, so tread with CAUTION!! this is my longest work and it doesn’t even have a plot. yeah i’ll go end my life
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toph was supposed to be away on a work trip.
it had been eight days since she left, pressing an apologetic kiss to your pouty lips as she excused herself and explained the urgency of the matter.
you knew you couldn’t hold your wife back just because of your selfish whims, so you reluctantly sent her off, but you did not go a day without pestering her with constant phone calls or letters.
she’d often snap at you for calling her at work, scolding you for how unprofessional you made her seem, but then you’d apologize so sweetly and whine about how much you missed her so needily that she’d spare you the long lecture.
it was always so short, though. she was so swamped with work she was barely giving you any attention, and as the days went by, she only got more irritated, her replies shorter and meaner.
that pissed you off! you were just being a good spouse, checking in on your hard working wife, but now the only reply you’d get as soon as the line connected was “hang up. talk to you later.” and of course, that “later” would rarely come.
if she wasn’t going to give you proper attention, you were more than petty enough to make her regret that.
she thought your well-intended calls were “unprofessional”? oh, you were going to show her what unprofessional meant alright.
your fingers swiftly dialed her office’s number, holding the phone snug against your face, readying yourself.
beep.
“hello, chief beifong’s office here.” you smiled at her assistant’s voice.
“please,” you let out a soft breathy moan, “i need toph.. immediately. mhh, put her on the line.. it’s an emergency, please. hurry.”
you heard the poor assistant’s flustered gasp, her voice lowering to a whisper, “e-excuse me? who is this? chief beifong is busy. this is not funny—”
“ah, please,” you whimpered louder, “this is her wife. please, put her through, right now. i can’t.. hold on much longer.. mmph..”
you had to bite back a laugh as you heard her scandalized tapping away on the phone pad, murmuring a quiet “i don’t get paid enough for this” under her breath before a sharp click interrupts all sound.
a short pause followed suit, then erupted the voice you’d been longing to hear all this time. “beifong here. in a meeting, so make it quick.”
bingo. that meant she likely had her coworkers nearby.
“tophhh..” you drawled out, hearing her breath hitch. you pressed the phone tight against your lips, gasping out a small whine, “mmh, toph, i need you so badly.. need your hands all over me.. i miss your—”
the line abrupty cuts. well, that was quick.
you chuckle, setting your phone down, as you lean back against your couch.
she was probably a mortified mess right now, you made sure to be loud enough for at least someone near her to pick up on your sounds.
you wondered how she’d try and fix this. would she say she had no idea who you were? that this was a completely random prank call by some unknown? or maybe she’d just deny it all, reframing the entire context into something more innocent?
she deserved it. if she found you embarrassing for simply calling her, you’d go ahead and show her true embarrassment.
you get up, your smile only widening the more you imagined her flustered face as she’d try and justify the mess you got her into, then you decide to get started on laundry.
you’re about halfway through the second batch of clothes when you suddenly hear steady, rhythmic knocking on your door. you hum, a little confused on who would be there. did a friend drop by without warning you? or maybe some old delivery just came?
you lift yourself up from the floor, dragging your feet until you reach the door, hand on the knob. “yes? who is it?”
no answer.
you scoff, “haha, very funny. if this is one of you kids again, i’m coming to kick your sorry butts next time!”
just as you turn on your heel, the knocking comes back, stronger this time. oh, those little twerps.
you groan, slamming the door wide open, “ugh! i told you i would kick your— .. ah..”
the air is knocked out of your lungs, your brain trying to make sense of the sight before you.
a very, very displeased toph was standing in front of you, one hand on the door frame, a finger tapping on it insistently. you noticed a prominent crack forming under where her finger laid.
you swallowed, your gaze travelling back to her face.
lips tightly pursed, brows sternly straight, silently glaring you down — and you knew quiet toph was always the most dangerous toph.
but what was she doing here?
she was supposed to be miles away from you! this didn’t make sense at all, your mind raced to come up with any plausible explanation for this utterly unpredicted appearance.
you were only confident about your brattiness because you thought you were safe enough with her so far from you.
her low, gravelly voice cuts through your frenzied thoughts. “i’ll count to ten.”
you stopped breathing.
you blinked, panic brutally setting in, “huh? no no no, toph please, wait, i—”
“ten.” her voice remained level as a crunchy crack of wood reached your ears, her hand clutching the door frame tighter, scrunching it like it was styrofoam, “nine.”
you didn’t even have the time to negotiate.
you trip over yourself and quickly stand back up to run up the stairs, your breathing erratic while your eyes sweep around your surroundings for a good spot to hide.
“five.” her voice resounds from the entrance, reaching you even a floor away.
the bathtub? the closet? the kitchen pantry? the problem was that you’d exhausted all those options before.
“four.”
you rush to your room, not closing the door so its shutting “click” wouldn’t reach her ears, as you crawl under the bed. it wasn’t an extraordinary spot, but it was the furthest one in the house.
you thought of it as reverse psychology too — your other spots were often always in the first floor, all witty and well-chosen — so maybe she’d suspect this one last.
the hiding place didn’t even have to be some perfect place that fully concealed you — it just had to be good enough to stall her for three minutes.
only three.
if the timer ended before she found you, all would be forgiven. the only rule was to get through those three minutes.
but if she found you..?
you shuddered at the thought.
and additionally, she was blind, so this was a huge added advantage to you.
yes, it’d take her around two minutes to go through your usual spots on the first floor, and maybe a minute to actually go up the stairs, so by the time she’d find you, time would be up.
“one.” you heard the frame give out under her death grip, loudly crashing down on the ground.
you gulped.
“i’m coming, ready or not!”
you exhaled, trying to even out your breathing as you listened to her slow steps on the floor beneath you. yes, nothing to panic about. she wouldn’t get here in under three minutes.
drawers were being pulled. cabinets opened. fabric rustled.
“where’s my sweet baby?” she cooed, voice deceptively sweet, followed suit by a terrifying door slam that had the entire house shaking. “where’s my sweet, needy baby who wants my attention so badly? hmm?”
you swallowed, curling in on yourself, your cheek pressed against the cold tiles of your room.
“where is she? the sweet, sweet girl who thought embarrassing me was a great idea? hmm? i wonder.”
you counted down two minutes in your head, a shaky sigh escaping your lips. just one more minute to go — or less, even — and she was still on the bottom floor. you still had a chance.
“ah,” a humorless chuckle rumbled through her throat, her steps coming to a halt, “sounds like somebody’s hyperventilating upstairs. in our room, actually.”
you froze.
your heart sank down to your gut.
you heard her pace pick up, quickly going up the stairs, and you almost threw up.
you crawled further under the bed, curling into the deepest corner of it against the wall, your hands over your mouth to muffle your frantic breathing, peeking at the entry way from the gap beneath your bed.
please, please, just twenty seconds left.
“now,” you have to bite back a scream when her shoes come into view, walking into the room, “where’s my bunny? you’re muffling your breathing, hm? smart girl.”
she roughly opens the closet, feeling up the clothes.
ten seconds left. please, please, time, go faster.
“aw, shucks,” she dramatically sighs, heading back towards the door, “i guess my darling’s not here. i must have heard things.”
five seconds left.
no way, you were going to win?
you squeeze your eyes shut in hope, prayers jumbling up in your poor panicked head.
three. two.
relief started slowly setting in your bones.
“there she is,” a firm hand suddenly shot out, finding your ankle. a startled scream rips through your throat as you’re dragged out from under the bed.
“aw,” she laughs, and it’s not kind. “couldn’t muffle your heartbeat though, could you?”
your head spinned from the sheer fear, her teal eyes set on you with such terrifying accuracy you wouldn’t think her blind.
you trembled, her fingers tightening around your ankle, cutting blood flow to your foot, “t-toph, please, just listen t—”
“be quiet.” her voice brooked no disobedience. she leant down, ditching your ankle to grab a huge fistful of your hair, dragging you on the ground.
you cried out in pain, hands flying up to your scalp.
“you lost,” she threw your head against the bed, and you scrambled up to get on it properly, “and you know the rules.”
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you squirm, wrists pinned above your head so tightly you thought they’d crack, as she crawls on top of you, “mmph— toph—”
“shut up,” her free hand roughly grips your jaw, squeezing your cheeks to pry your mouth open. her thumb prods at your teeth, tugging your lip up further, before you watch her gather up a glob of spit in her mouth.
you open your mouth wider, complying as best as you can to hopefully soothe her nerves, but she decides to spit right on your eyes instead.
“whoops,” she huffs, clearly lying. “bad aim.”
you can’t even rub it off, unable to use your hands, the gross texture forcing you to keep your eyes shut.
a mean prod of her thumb at your cheek makes you wince.
“open them,” she whispers softly, smearing the saliva over your shut eyelids. you want to cry.
when she doesn’t feel your eyelids move, her nails dig into your wrists in warning, sending chills down your spine.
she hums, the threat obvious in her tone, “are you disobeying me?”
“n-no!” you quickly reply, shaking beneath her touch, “i’m.. not..” you try, slowly cracking them open, biting back a sob at the burning sting as the saliva seeps in.
she scoffs, impatient. you don’t feel her hand leave your jaw until your head whips to the side, a firm slap landing on your cheek.
you gasp, eyes blowing wide open in shock, and she grins, rubbing over them, “there. well open. much better.”
you stare at her, baffled and deeply upset. you knew she’d punish you, but you didn’t deserve a treatment this.. degrading. after all, this was her fault in the first place! she was the one who kept ignoring you, kept pushing you away when the only thing you wanted was reassurance.
“toph.” you use up all the strength you have to spit her name firmly, and that does catch her attention. bad or good, you couldn’t tell yet.
she silently gazes down at you, and you clear your throat, “l-listen, i know i.. shouldn’t have.. um, done what i did.. b-but this isn’t entirely my fault! i—i just needed you! you’ve been gone for over a week, and you didn’t even—”
“ah,” she cuts you off, thumb swiping over your bottom lip, a small smile tugging at her lips. “so you just wanted my attention, hm? just wanted me to touch you, sweet baby?”
she was actually listening to you?
you blink, a little surprised, then eagerly nod, “yes! yes, it’s all i wanted, tophie. i never meant to—”
“alright,” she interrupts you again, her voice uncharacteristically airy as her hands find your thighs, “i’ll touch you, then. if my touch is what made my poor, innocent wife pull that very bratty stunt, i’ll take responsibility.”
she slots herself between your legs, then fumbles with the belt of her uniform, and you note the hazy look in her eyes, “i’ll give it to you, baby. oh, i’ll give it to you so good. so good you’ll never want it again.”
what?
you don’t get to process her words before her belt finds your wrists, looping around them and pulling you up with it. you yelp at the stretch of your arms getting pulled, making you sit up. she ties the leather to the headboard, pinning you against it, then settles back down between your thighs.
she smiles, and it makes you break into a cold sweat. “are you ready?”
are you?
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“a—ah! toph!!” you desperately cry out, tears streaming down your face as you grind down on her palm. she stripped you down to only your panties — the one item you wanted her to take off the most — and stubbornly cupped your soaked cunt, kneading it through the damp fabric.
it was nowhere near enough stimulation, and it was driving you insane. her thumb would teasingly join in to rub over your clit, sending a hot jolt of pleasure straight to your gut, but the touch would leave just as quickly, and you’d only cry harder.
“you wanted my touch,” she sighs, condescendingly patting your aching pussy, “there you go. i’m touching you.”
it was so, so unfair. you forgot how much you missed sex with her, the pent-up frustration from this toph-less week crashing down on you, rendering you so needy for her touch, and she refused to give you more.
your hands tingled with numbness from how much you thrashed against the tight belt. these were the worst ten minutes of your life.
“please..” you pleaded, rutting up against the base of her palm for some friction, “i-i can’t do this. please, i need you to— mmph.. p-properly touch.. mm.. me..”
“no you don’t,” she argues simply, and her hand digs into your clit, earning a startled gasp of pleasure from you, “this is all you’ll get, and you will cum from it.”
you whimper, writhing, shamelessly riding her palm, “p—please! j-just your fingers— ahh..— in me, please—”
“no.” her voice is firm and unmoving, just like her hand. this time, she stops her measly kneading too, letting you do all the work.
it was so agonizing, feeling her fingers faintly graze over your clothed folds, you wanted nothing more than to just tear off your fucking panties and sink down on them, but whenever she felt you angle yourself over her fingers, she’d move her hand, only allowing you to use her stupid, useless palm.
“toph, please..” even your crying got weaker now, your voice hoarse, begging for reprieve, “i— i can’t cum like this, and you know it..”
she tuts, “that a challenge, sweet girl?”
all your words die on your tongue when her palm deliciously digs into your swollen bud again, and you arch up despite your exhaustion, mewling as you shamelessly grind down on it like an animal.
she pulls a startled yelp out of you when her fingers fiddle with your sensitive folds through the cotton of your underwear, slightly thrusting the fabric in you with each prod.
“t—toph??” you mewl, confused and aroused. was she half-fingering you with your panties still on?? what the hell was she doing?
“you will cum like this,” she states it like the weather report, her thumb skillfully toying with your puffy clit while her fingers continue doing whatever the hell they were doing.
she crawls over you, her thumb pressing more insistently as her eyes met yours.
her lips hovered over your quivering ones, an invitation you had to resist. then she smirked, her voice a low authoritative murmur, “you will cum like this.”
you’ll later come to cringe with second-hand embarrassment whenever you remember this exact moment, because you had no idea what happened.
whether it was the feral look in her eyes, or that smug smile, or the effortless authority in her voice — you don’t know which one of them had you gushing all over her hand immediately.
you don’t even process it until she laughs, disgusted and mocking, “well, you certainly didn’t keep me waiting. look at the mess you made, you slut.”
you blink dazedly, eyes drifting down to the big, wet patch you left on the sheets, your slick dripping off her hand in embarrassing quantities. she pulls away, shaking the wetness off her fingers in a bored manner, “you even ruined your pretty, pretty panties. isn’t that a shame?”
she plays with the hem of them, then sighs, “aren’t these the ones i got you as a gift last month? what a bad girl. how could you ruin my lovely, handpicked gift for you? you’re so ungrateful.”
not only did none of her words make sense to you, they barely registered into your brain, completely out of it from that hell of an orgasm. you didn’t even understand how or when you came, you just felt that blinding hot climax crash down on you, wracking your whole body, and this was the result.
“not even answering me now?” you gasp in pain, one of your peaked nipples caught between her fingers. she tuts, giving it a hard tug, “i’m so, so disappointed in you.”
you want to reply, you really do, but never in your life had you felt this mushy, only your earlier orgasm looping over and over again in your addled brain.
she suddenly stops, her eyes widening, and you can almost see the little cartoonish lamp flickering over her head at whatever idea she just got.
“righttt..” her hands find your panties again, and she pats your hips, “lift them up.”
you take a minute to understand her words, but quickly obey at the warning pinch it gets you, then she slides the sopping wet underwear off.
she chuckles, and that brings you out of your stupor. you stare at her, puzzled, when she starts toying with the ruined fabric. you flush a deep shade of red when she coats her finger with some of your slick, giving it a taste.
“good enough,” she comments before crawling back towards you. your confusion only grows the closer she gets, then she sits up, undoing the belt around your wrists.
god, the relief was incredible.
you shake your hands, curling your numb fingers to get the blood flowing again, a pleased sigh leaving your lips.
it doesn’t last long, because the second they parted open, damp, soft fabric was harshly stuffed into your mouth, the taste tangy and oddly familiar.
toph grins, and that’s when it clicks. she just gagged you with your own used panties!
“mmh—” you try to spit them out, flustered, but she scoffs, giving you a light slap on the cheek as she shoves them back in, “they’re my gift for you, slut. first, you ruin them, and now you won’t even take them back? since when did you get so bad?”
you were blushing furiously now, baffled and completely taken off-guard. she taps your temple, smiling down at you, “taste what the base of my palm alone did to you, my little whore. not even a bitch in heat would come that fast.”
and with that, she wastes no time in waiting for your reaction before grabbing your waist and flipping you over on your stomach.
her hands hook under your hips, lifting them up, and you protest uselessly against the fabric.
you were too sensitive from how much you cummed just a minute ago, so you tug the panties off your mouth to tell her that. but the instant a proper syllable slips out of your lips, an angry smack lands right on your bare backside, earning a startled yelp from you.
“who the fuck allowed you to speak?” she spat, one of her hands slipping to lower her pants enough to free her hard, flushed dick, “put them back in. i don’t want to hear anything but moans from you, you stupid slut. you hardly deserve me fucking you, so i suggest you don’t test my patience any further.”
you shamefully stuff them back into your mouth, the taste of yourself still so strong on your tongue.
she was so mean, so cruel, so inconsiderate.. and yet you couldn’t help but clench around nothing at her demeaning words.
a garbled moan is coaxed out of your lips when the fat tip of her cock glides over your drooling slit.
“does everything get you wet?” she grunts, her cock already well lubed with only your wetness, sliding deep into you with humiliating ease.
she huffs out a small laugh, “zero resistance, too.”
you writhe, mewling around the gag, desperately pushing your ass up against her. your eyes roll to the back of your head when she picks up the pace.
she leans down to nip at your ear, her hot breath hitting your sweaty nape, “you’re so fucking easy.”
the bed creaks violently under you, the sound of skin slapping and the nasty squelching of your pussy filling the room, your moans increasing in pitch by the second — you two sounded straight out of a porno.
your vision blurred with pleasure, drooling over the gag as your saliva dribbled down your chin.
you felt so disgusting, the smell of sweat and sex along with the taste of your arousal overwhelming your senses, but pure ecstasy overtook all of that, clouding your judgment and allowing yourself to enjoy the animal pounding you were getting.
you were so blissed out you didn’t even hear her pick up your phone, using the speech feature to make the device start a call for her.
you only realized it when she nudged your warm cheek with the cold frame, jolting you into attention.
you lifted your hand to take it, confused as to why she would want you to check your phone right now of all moments, but when you take a look at the screen and see the “boss” text on it, along with the call being ten seconds in already, your heart flipped over itself in panic.
you shakily bring the phone to your ear, removing the panties from your mouth, “y-yes? boss?”
her furious thrusts didn’t stop, and your boss’ awkward reply only made you want to shoot yourself immediately.
“i.. see this isn’t a good time? so what’s with this unprofessional behavior, miss?”
please, a gun to your head right now.
“b-boss,” you briefly cover the mic to let out a high pitched moan when her cock finds your g-spot, then bring it back to your lips again, “i-i’m very sorry, please forgive me, i.. i don’t know how the call went through. i suppose i didn’t pay attention. ah, d-don’t mind the sounds, please. i-i’m just.. renovating my room?”
out of all excuses, seriously?
“that’s.. great,” the reply is very unconvinced, but he really didn’t want to engage in this conversation any longer. he sighs, rubbing the crease between his brows, “may i ask you to come to my office early tomorrow morning? to discuss this.. unprompted call further? you can go back to.. renovating your room now.”
yes, this sealed it. tonight, you were going to off yourself.
“y-yes boss.. i’ll— mmph.. talk to you tomorrow..”
you hang up immediately, tossing the phone away as you bury your face in the sheets. this was the one boss who actually liked you and consistently promoted you, admiring your seriousness and dedication— and now, there you were. having to explain to him why your ass was getting busted while you renovated your room.
“that was so funny, right?” she chuckles, pulling out to brutally slam back into you, making you cry out. “just wanted you to know what it felt like. wasn’t that just hilaaaarious, baby?”
“i-i get it..” you grumble against the sheets, flushed with humiliation, mulling over what the fuck you were going to say tomorrow.
“you can worry about that later,” she angles your hips up better, striking your spongy spot with toe-curling precision, “for now, focus on cumming all over my cock.”
seriously? did she just expect you to forget about—
“augh!” you scream, eyes blowing wide open, her hand slipping between your legs to rub fast circles on your swollen clit, causing your walls to clench around her twitching cock.
she moans at the sensation, somehow fucking into you even harder, “fuck! fuck, you’re so good— so fucking gooood.”
and with that, thick, hot bursts of cum paint your insides white, making you in turn sob as you come all over her, your sensitive walls milking her dry.
“shit,” she presses a harsh kiss to your neck before sitting up straight, her hand feeling the wet mess of your cunt, dripping with your slick and her own cum. she scoops some up with her fingers, taking them to your trembling mouth, and your lips weakly close on them, too exhausted to even suck properly.
“mhh,” she pulls them away after you’ve licked them clean, slowly pulling out. she caresses your ass, her touch gentle for the first time since this whole ordeal started, “good girl.”
she lets go of your hips, and you plop down like a rag against the sheets, completely knocked out.
she smiles and lays down next to you, propped up on her side, running her fingers through your sweaty hair, “good job, baby. you were so good for me. don’t sleep now, though, you still need a shower. you made a big mess, remember?”
you mumble sleepily, eyes fluttering shut as the intensity of your two orgasms catches up to you.
she chuckles, pressing a sweet kiss to your squished cheek, like she didn’t just fuck the living daylights out of you. “i suppose i’ll carry you then. since you made me come home early anyway, time for a nice, warm bath with toph.”
that is the last thing you hear before sleep overtakes you, snoring against her arms as she pulls you closer.
she sighs, burying your head against her chest, “you’re so stinky.”
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* i’m TERRIBLY attracted to mean toph and i will never stop writing her i fear.. anddd yes consent is implied thank you
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