Sevika needn't worry about anything other than perfecting this job. Making her lunch for herself in the mornings? You'd take care of it at lunchtime, especially if Sevika claimed she 'forgot it again' like she usually does just to see you fuss over her. She takes water but she prefers the coffee you pick up for her on a morning because she 'works hard' and 'deserves it'. Your words, not hers.

What was once only empty rooms connected with plasterboard was now transforming into a fully fledged, beautifully renovated home. All Sevika's doing. At first you had your concerns... a single contractor taking on a big project like this? Surely it would be too much work, though Sevika insisted she loved working alone and more personally with her customers.

The minute she met up with you to talk timeliness and payment she knew she would take the job. Offered you prices that were far too low. There was hardly any profit for her though she couldn't care less. As long as she got to be around you, that was payment enough.

"Darlin'? Can you come here a sec?!" Sevika's voice carried through to the living room easily where you sat working from home on the couch. Most of the renovations were done bar the kitchen- which she was working on and the upstairs bathroom.

"Yeah, what's up vika?" Taking in the kitchen you lean against the stripped down door frame. Sevika has built the base of the island in the center and the base of the counters but not put the countertops on them yet.

"Come stand here a sec, darlin'. Just needa check something." Without question you step closer to where she was gesturing to, right by the counter.

"Oh yeah, that's a perfect height for you, ain't it darlin'?" For a moment you stand there completely baffled. Confused as to what she's talking about, even as she easily lifts the white marble slate up onto the countertop. Not one of her muscles were hidden, not when she wore a flimsy, barely there wife pleaser which was almost see-through with sweat...

No. Stop thinking about that she's you're contractor.

"Perfect height for me? For what? Chopping vegetables?"

"No no darlin'... to bend over it."

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In reality, Sevika never thought she'd actually succeed in bending you over and taking you from behind. It was purely a fantasy... until now.

"Jesus christ doll- look at you hm? Takin' it so good darlin', so good..." with every thrust of her hips, Sevika couldn't help grunting and moaning as she buried herself home, deep into your warmth which she knew would feel so fucking good wrapped around her.

"It's so big... oh my god Sevika what the f-fuuuck..." your knuckles were white where you gripped the counter, which was shaking beneath you as you took every brutal intrusion of Sevika's cock. If she didn't have both hands on your hips you're balance would be completely destroyed with one leg hiked up on the countertop to spread you open wide.

"You're takin' it doll. Fuck yeah, you're taking it all atta girl fuck-" either Sevika hadn't had a good fuck in a while or she genuinely has never had pussy like this because she is feral. No matter what you do there's no stopping her, she's going to take you the way she wants too, for however long she wants too.

And not one part of you feels the desire to stop her.

Her hands explore the body she's been eyeing for months, the dip of your waist, the fullness of your hips, hips perfect for birthing children... hopefully hers. The cute rolls on your back which she's almost positive is her favourite thing except being buried deep in your cunt. This was pure heaven.

"Keepin' you doll. Gotta keep you all f' myself. Ain't letting no one else have this pretty pussy- not a fuckin' chance." No words were forming in your brain. Not one. Sevika was so possessive and claiming... you didn't need words to tell her how you felt about it, your unfaithful, unloyal pussy gushed even more telling her exactly how you felt.

A feral, primal noise escapes Sevika, almost hiding the wet squelch of her cock driving into you over and over. With each brutal drive of her hips the tip of her fat cock nudged that spot inside you which had your eyes rolling back, mouth hung open with pleasure.

Disciplined. That's how Sevika described herself- hell she'd waited months to have you like this, bent over and taking her cock like a good girl... though holding back from letting herself finish inside you? No self control. None.

Unable to hold back anymore she forces herself to keep going even as her fat, meaty shaft twitches inside you as she stuffs you impossibly full of her seed, willing you to fall over the edge with her.

And you do.

The warmth that fills your tummy from the inside out has you moaning and wiggling beneath her as your core tightens around her, pulsing and milking every single drop from her. Like your body knows it needs it.

Sure you weren't on birth control, and you definitely weren't thinking about it right this second... but being connected to Sevika forever wouldn't be a bad thing.

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.

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