Maze

One shots:

Toph Beifong x Waterbender Fem!Reader 🌷

Synopsis: You've been dating toph for over a year now and things are great, until you let the L word slip during sex and now shes acting all weird. If that weren't bad enough, she disappears for a week to help aang and sokka, leaving you to wonder what you did wrong.

G!P Toph Beifong x Wife! Reader🌷

Synopsis: Toph hasn't touched you in two months and you're spiraling.

Needy Toph Beifong x Girlfriend Reader 🌷

Synopsis: On an incredibly lonely night Toph gets herself off to the thought of you.

Needy Toph Beifong x Girlfriend Reader Pt.2 🌷

Synopsis: You finally return home from your seminar with Katara.

G!P Toph Beifong x Jealous Fem! Reader 🌷

Synopsis: A woman gets a little too close to Toph at an event and you have to remind her exactly who she belongs to.

Older Trainer Toph Beifong x Fem!Student Reader 🌷

Synopsis: When your friend sets you up with a personal trainer to help you get the attention of the girl you like. You weren't expecting someone as formidable as Toph Beifong. And you soon find out, its kind of hard to think about anyone else when you're in her presence.

Adult Toph Beifong x Hyperfeminine Girlfriend Reader 🌷

Synopsis: Toph doesnt want you to go out with your friends so she finds other ways to convince you to stay home.

Adult Toph Beifong x Ex Girlfriend Reader🌷

Synopsis: You get called to a brutal scene in Republic City’s underbelly where a fighter has been beaten to the brink of death. Amidst all the blood and cracked stone, you find your ex-girlfriend, Toph Beifong who is all that remains.

Chief Toph Beifong x Captain Wife Reader🌷

Synopsis: You teach Toph a lesson after she runs into a dangerous hostage situation without backup.

Chief Toph Beifong x Pregnant Wife Reader 🌷

Synopsis: You wake up desperately needing Toph so you call her at work.

Older Toph Beifong x YoungerWife Reader

Synopsis: Toph has been buried in her work and hasn't left the police station in days. So you decide to stay up and wait for her one night. Only, what was supposed to be a kind gesture turns into a confrontation that threatens to ruin your marriage. Based on this request.

G!P Toph Beifong × Wife Reader 🌷

Synopsis: After weeks of disappearing into yourself Toph finally confronts you.

Adult Toph Beifong x Girlfriend Reader

Synopsis: While on a date Toph confesses she wishes she could see you.

Adult Toph Beifong x Earthbender Girlfriend 🌷

Synopsis: You and Toph take the next step in your relationship.

Toph Beifong x Pregnant Wife Reader

Synopsis: You wake Toph up in the middle of the night craving something very specific.

Series:

Seven days.

That’s how long you’ve been away from home, assisting Katara with an advanced healing seminar at a clinic in a small community. An entire week since you’d last seen your girlfriend, and the distance was slowly driving you insane.

It wasn't just the physical absence of her, it was the silence. You knew Toph better than anyone. Which means you knew the very idea of dictating her private thoughts to Sokka just so he could scratch them onto parchment was mortifying to her.

But usually, when you were away, even if only for a few days, something found its way to you. Most of the time in the past a messenger hawk would arrive with a blunt two sentence note about her day or a jab about the spirit spa baths you and Katara were teaching people about. Sometimes, she would even send a metal bent token as a way to show she's still thinking about you without all the mushy words attached to it.

You weren't expecting her to pour her heart out to you, but you at least hoped she'd send something to hold you over until you were back. But by the third day, the responses to your letters began to dwindle. And by the fifth, they stopped entirely.

A part of you had hoped Toph was just swamped with investigations and the daily grind of running the police force. You knew better than anyone that there would always be people to protect and criminals to bring to justice. You understood that her duty to Republic City and commitment to the badge often came first which was fine.

But there was another part of you, the part that's spent years learning the intricate map of Toph Beifong’s soul that felt a persistent, nagging worry.

When Toph went radio silent, it usually meant she was retreating into herself, reinforcing those metal walls she used to protect the vulnerable heart she so rarely lets anyone see.

It was heartbreaking to think about really. You’d spent so long stripping those defenses down, piece by piece, reassuring Toph that her mind, her body, and her heart would always be safe with you. And now, walking toward her apartment, you were terrified that a single week apart had convinced her it was safer to be alone again.

The streets of Republic City were a chaotic blur of noise and color, but you moved through the crowd with singular focus. Every step you took brought you closer to the cause of the ache in your chest that now felt like a gravitational pull that brought you closer to the woman you loved.

The gravel crunched beneath your Water Tribe boots that you hadn't even bothered to change out of. Stopping at your own apartment for a fresh set of clothes seemed like a waste of time when your heart was leading in the direction of Toph's place.

Besides, you’d rather just borrow one of her oversized shirts anyway, it smelled more like home than anything you owned anyways.

The hallway in the complex was quiet, the air inside the building felt charged with all the words you havent been able to say in your letters. It felt like you were stepping into a sinkhole of your own making. It was well into the evening, dinner time to be exact and you found yourself praying to the spirits that she was actually home and not still buried in paperwork at the precinct.

As the door came into view, your pace quickened, the thud of your boots echoed off the walls in the hallway. You didn't knock. You didn't wait. You pulled out the key Toph specially made for you that felt like a piece of her trust in your palm and turned it in the lock.

The silence of the apartment was heavy, but it wasn't empty. You spotted her bag slumped over the back of the couch and the discarded pile of her RCPD uniform on the floor. Which was a good sign, it meant she’s been home long enough to strip off the chief persona, but not long enough to settle the restlessness you could feel vibrating through the walls.

The click of the lock as you shut the door behind you sounded like a small bomb going off in the quiet room. You dropped your bag right where you stood, not caring that it cluttered the entryway. Your only focus was the shadow of her in the next room.

The scent of her shampoo, floral and crisp hit you the moment you stepped into the hallway. It was a domestic, intimate smell that made your chest ache even more. You pushed the bedroom door open just a crack, the light from the hallway spilling across the floor.

There she was.

She looked softer like this, hair damp and clinging to her neck, one of your old shirts that you left snug around her. Seeing your clothes on her, the silent admission that she’d been reaching for you while you were gone nearly broke your resolve.

Toph didn't turn around. She didn't offer a snarky comment or a welcome home. She just moved with a deliberate, quiet huff, climbing onto the bed and curling into the covers, with her back to you.

The silence in the room wasn't peaceful, it was filled with the weight of everything she wasn't saying. If you didn't know any better, you would probably think she just looked tired after a long day. But you could see the tension in her shoulders as she stiffly lay there. She looked like she was trying to disappear into the mattress so she wouldn't have to acknowledge the frantic, hopeful rhythm of your heart echoing through the floorboards.

You moved, stripping down to just your under garments, not wanting the outside clothes to touch the clean sheets. As you crawled onto the mattress, the bed groaned under your weight, but Toph remained a statue, her back still turned to you. It was only when you moved to straddle her, settling onto her lap with your thighs on either side of her hips, that you felt the sudden, sharp intake of her breath.

Being this close, you could feel the heat radiating off her skin, but more importantly, you could feel the tension. Toph's hands clenched into fists at her side, she was worrying her lip between her teeth so hard she nearly drew blood.

Over the years you have seen her run into collapsed buildings without blinking, stand toe-to-toe with the most dangerous benders in the world with her jaw set and her stance unbreakable. But here, with you in the quiet of her bedroom, stripped of her uniform and her bravado, she looked dangerously close to shattering.

You don’t think you have ever seen her look this fragile. You lifted your hand, fingers curling around her chin as you gently turned her head, forcing her to face you. Seeing those milky eyes usually so full of fire and defiance beginning to water had your heart breaking into pieces.

“Toph...” You breathed her name, the sound laced with an affection that bordered on reverence as you searched her face. “Tell me what's wrong.”

The sound of your voice, so gentle and familiar, seemed to act as a final blow against a weakening dam. She flinched, her breath hitching in a way that sounded like a sob she was trying to turn into a growl.

“What's wrong?” She repeated, her voice cracking as she finally let out a watery laugh. She tried to pull her chin from your hand, not to get away, but to hide. You didn't let her, you needed her to know she couldn't run from this. “Everything is wrong! The city is too loud, this bed is too big, the apartment is too quiet and the ground... the ground felt like it was shifting under my feet for seven days because you weren't here to keep it still.”

It was probably one of the most romantic things she has ever said to you, but you knew better than to point it out. If you teased her or made it a thing she’d retreat and bury that rare vulnerability under a layer of sarcasm and stubborn denial.

So, you just listened. You let her frustrations bleed out, her words tumbling over each other as she struggled to navigate the storm of feelings she usually kept under lock and key. Toph was a woman of action, of force. But when it came to the messy, quiet complexities of the heart, she often felt like she was punching at shadows.

She was angry, not really at you, but at the power you had over her peace of mind. She hated that she couldn't just be fine on her own anymore. You had infiltrated every layer of her life. You were in the scent of her sheets, the walls of her home, and most inconveniently, the quietest parts of her heart. The truth was, Toph didn't know how to be the iron willed, brooding chief and the woman who wore your shirt to bed when you were gone just to feel close to you.

“I missed you too, you know.” You say softly, interrupting her downward spiral. The pads of your thumbs tracing her jaw. “It was hard being away from you for so long. All I could think about was what you were doing, how your day was, what you were feeling. I was driving myself and Katara insane.”

Toph’s eyes welled up, a single, silent tear finally breaking free and trailing down her cheek. The sight of it was so rare and so heavy with the weight of her loneliness it drew you in instinctively. You leaned forward and kissed it away, your lips lingering against her skin for a moment longer than necessary, just to let her feel the warmth and the promise behind the gesture.

When you pulled away, the space between you felt electric. Toph didn't move, she remained frozen in your hold, her breathing uneven as she processed the tenderness. The frustration that had fueled her all evening seemed to evaporate, replaced by a stunned surrender. She looked smaller in that moment, now that her damp hair was framing a face that had finally run out of ways to hide.

“I mean it, Toph.” You whispered, your voice sounding much louder in the quiet room. “I was a mess. Every time I looked up at the moon, I was just counting the hours until I could get back to you.”

“Good,” Toph finally whispers, though her voice is thick, “You should be miserable. It’s only fair.”

The soft laugh that escapes you vibrates against her skin as the last of the tension finally snaps. You never want to feel that distance again, or that hollow, aching silence that made the world feel like it was titled.

Toph’s arms wind around your waist with a sudden, desperate strength, hauling you flush against her until there’s no air left between you. She buries her face in the crook of your neck, her breath hot against your pulse. You stay rooted in her lap, letting her take what she needs.

Her hands weren't gentle, they moved with an urgency that she's rarely displayed before. They glide across your body, her palms calloused and warm, mapping every inch of your ribs and spine as if she were trying to memorize every curve through her fingertips. It felt less like a caress and more like she's reclaiming her territory, her nails occasionally grazing your skin to ensure that you’re solid, real, and most importantly hers.

“Mine,” Toph mutters against your skin, her voice muffled but fierce. “Don't you dare leave me again. I don't care how many patients need healing, I'm the one who's falling apart when you're gone.”

The room falls into a charged silence as you let her possessive words hang in the air. You don't answer her, you knew when she got like this she needed to feel the declaration of your love against her skin.

So you lean in, capturing her lips in a kiss that was a soft, bruising collision of a week’s worth of unspoken longing. Toph's lips tasted of the kind of relief that only comes with you being home.

As your mouth moves against hers, your hands finally slide beneath the hem of your shirt that she’s wearing. The feel of her warm, toned skin against your palms sends a current directly to your core. You moan into the kiss and toph drinks it in, licking into your mouth and sucking on your tongue like she was starved and you were the only thing that could sate her hunger.

The feel of you pressing her into the mattress as you deepened the kiss had her entire body buzzing with need. Toph’s breath hitches in her throat, her head lolling back in total surrender as your thigh settles firmly between her legs, providing the solid pressure she’s been starving for.

Fresh tears sting Toph's eyes, blurring a world she already cannot see but now feels with so much clarity. She is moving against you with a frantic desperation now, grinding down onto your leg as if she was trying to carve her essence into your bones so you could never forget how it feels to have her against you. Every thrust was a silent scream for the relief her body has been aching for since you've been gone.

“Yes, just like that, baby,” You encourage against her lips, your voice a low, sultry vibration that shatters whatever remains of her restraint.

Toph’s hips stutter and hitch as you flex the muscle in your thigh, increasing the firm, unyielding pressure right where she needed it the most. She chases the sensation with a fevered desperation, her head pressing into the pillow as the pressure building low in her belly began to spread across her entire body.

“Are you going to come on my leg for me, pretty girl?” The question, the possessiveness of it nearly breaks her.

A choked, sobbing moan spills from her lips as her body goes rigid, her fingers clawing into your shoulders.

“Yes!” Her breath comes in sharp, shallow gasps, and she nods frantically, her forehead bumping against yours as you kiss her sloppily. “Fuck, I missed you so much baby you feel so good against me.”

You lift up, breaking the kiss just enough to see the flush spreading across her cheeks. Your hands roam back up her sides, tracing the lean muscle of her ribs before finally molding the soft swell of her breasts. The moment your fingers make contact, Toph arches sharply off the bed, her body a live wire of unspent tension that she knew only you could handle.

She continues to grinds her core against your leg with fevered thrusts, her movements desperate and uncoordinated as she tries to close every inch of space between you. You felt the sting of Toph's fingers as they dug into your arms with a bruising intensity. Toph hitches her hips higher, trying to swallow the solid strength of your thigh.

Your own breathing was ragged as you watched her become consumed by her pleasure, succumbing to the feel of you as she fucked herself against your thigh. You can see how close Toph was to shattering in the way her lips were parted in a silent, breathless plea.

You give her peaked nipple a sharp flick before rolling it between your fingers, applying just enough pressure to draw a sharp cry from her lips. Your own core aches, clenching around nothing as you watch Toph become completely undone right before your eyes.

“Baby-” She was grasping at your shoulders trying to pull you down onto her more so she could feel the full weight of you on top of her. “Please I need to feel you, I need more.”

Your hands were tight around her hips, fingers indenting the creamy skin there. You stilled her movements and Toph whined. Your eyes traveled down between your bodies that were still pressed together. Your entire thigh was coated with her slick, and the sight of it had you groaning deep in your throat.

Fuck, this woman was going to be the death of you.

You allow your fingers to trace a slow, deliberate line down the center of her body, your nails lightly grazing her skin and catching on the hard ridges of her abs. Toph's stomach flexes instinctively under your touch. Her labored breathing following the path of your hand, acting as a physical map of her anticipation.

When you finally reach the soaked lace of her underwear, a deep, guttural moan escapes you. You slide down the length of the bed, settling between her trembling thighs to hover over the damp, ruined silk of her underwear that was a direct testament of just how much she’s been aching for you since you've been gone.

Your nostrils flare as you lean in, the scent of her arousal overwhelming your senses as you press your face against the fabric of her underwear.

You bury your face in her soaked cunt, the bridge of your nose brushes against her clit through the thin fabric. Toph arches her back sharply off the bed, a low, involuntary sound vibrates in her throat because of how sensitive she is. Toph's fingers tangle desperately in your hair, her nails scratching at your scalp to pull you even closer to where she needed you the most.

“Please don't tease me.” She begs hoarsely.

“I won't." You breathed, voice wrecked. "I promise, I won't. Just let me admire you baby, it's been so long.”

You don’t wait another second, your flattened tongue darts out, licking a long stripe across the soaked fabric, right where the heat is most intense. The thin fabric only adds a rough, tantanizing friction that has Toph nearly screaming.

Every time your tongue swirls over her through the material, she jolts, her hips bucking upward in a rabid, clumsy attempt to meet the pressure. Her fingers still cling to your hair, her nails digging into your scalp as she pulled. The combination of the heavy, wet heat of your tongue and the rasp of the fabric was pushing her over the edge far quicker, than you have ever seen her come undone before.

You continued to make out with her pussy, slow at first, before you couldn't take not feeling the warmth of her on your tongue anymore and you just about tore the fabric off of her and discarded it on the floor.

With the last barrier finally discarded, the cool air hit her aching cunt making her shiver despite the heat radiating between you. Toph’s breathing became a series of shallow, broken hitches as she lay exposed, her thighs wrapped around you trembling in need.

You moaned deep in your throat at the sight of her swollen pussy lips that were glistening like jewels with her slick heat. Her clit was erect, the bundle of nerves throbbing and begging for you to wrap your lips around it.

You kissed the inside of her thighs first, nipping and biting the skin there. You were savoring each quiver of her body, each tug in your hair, and desperate demand for you to stop teasing her.

You only give in to her after you are satisfied with the marks you left on her inner thighs. You paused only for a second, hovering just shy of where she needed you the most. You puckered your lips, blowing warm air on her dripping cunt in one last effort to tease her. Toph's toes curl against the matters, her entire body stiffening as she mewled.

“Baby please,” Toph whined, her breath hitching into a near sob as the pressure building inside her core becomes an unbearable ache. “Please, I cant take it-”

You responded by parting her lips with your fingers, licking a stripe up her soaked cunt to silence her cries. Toph’s warm slick coated your tongue and you moan at the taste of her. You pulled away just a fraction, your darkened eyes catching the string of Toph's wetness that dripped from your own tongue.

“God, baby. You're soaked its so fucking sexy.” You moaned, before diving back in with more fever.

Toph arches off the bed up into your mouth, her legs completely falling open as she offers herself to you. Your tongue delves deep into her folds sweeping her cunt as you feel the flutters of her pussy walls as they constrict.

A broken cry is forced from her lungs. Toph's head snaps back against the pillow as her fingers tighten their grip in your hair, pulling you closer with a strength born from her earthbending.

The feel of your warm, wet tongue against her needy cunt has her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Toph begins to move with you, her hips lifting to meet every firm stroke of your tongue. It became a desperate dance, her breath coming in quick gasps as you finally take what’s yours.

Your fingers smooth over her hips before sliding upward, your palms spreading wide over her taut, trembling stomach. You interlock your fingers over her midsection, using the weight and grip of your hands to secure her firmly in place against the mattress as your tongue teased her entrance before slipping inside and curling.

“Yes! Your tongue is so fucking deep, baby.” Toph's entire body was twitching, her breath uneven and sharp, her thighs tightened around your head, as you fucked her deliciously with your tongue.

You used your waterbending to amplify each stroke of your tongue. Playing around with the temperature, cooling the slick just enough for her to thrust into your mouth.

You ate Toph out like she was a deity you were worshiping, with each flick of your tongue serving as a desperate devotion. You were continuing to fluctuate the temperature as you fucked her with a reverence that bordered on something holy. Every deliberate stroke you gave her was a silent prayer her body was openly receiving.

Your own wetness was dripping down your thighs as you watched the woman you love completely give herself to the divine weight of your focus. Her body shuddering as she began to believe in the devotion you’re pouring into her.

The room echoed with the wet sounds of your consumption as your mouth suctioned around her slit to apply more pressure as you ate her out sloppily. Her wetness covered your cheeks and dripped down your chin but you didn't stop, you wanted to be baptized in her essence to the point it became apart of you.

Another melodic sound escapes Toph then. Part sob, part moan as she tries to lift off the bed but your arms are locked around her midsection holding her in place. Toph's hands moved from your hair to press against your cheeks instead, guiding you even deeper into her cunt as you tongue fucked her. Your jaw was starting to ache but you were so drunk on her pussy and the sweet sounds that were coming from her parted lips that if you died in that moment you would die happily where you belonged.

“You fuck me so good baby, you're the best I've ever had ahh..”

Toph's hands release you, tangling in the sheets, and then a pillow, as they desperately search for something to anchor herself to as the world was currently spinning out of her control.

You watched, burying yourself deeper, before licking your back up to her pulsing clit. Your tongue swirls around the hardened bundle, flicking it, as your now chilled lips wrapped around the sensitive nerves, sucking hard. You used your waterbending to make the wetness that pooled in your mouth and coated your tongue vibrate. It was a electric thrum that grew with each pulse of her clit that you could feel with you blood bending.

“Oh my god, baby I-”

The release hits her like a physical shock, starting deep in her core and radiating outward in powerful waves that pulse against your tongue. Toph lifts her hips off the bed, a loud, broken, keening sound tore from her throat that was quickly muffled by the pillow she was biting down onto.

You watch as her hands clench around the fabric with enough force to nearly rip the seams of the pillowcase, her legs shake uncontrollably as her chest heaves with every rapid breath.

You slowed your strokes but didn't stop your ministrations, her slick pooled in your mouth and you moaned, relishing in the taste as you licked the heavy current seeping out of her. The sound of it vibrated against her cunt causing her thighs to clench around your head once again.

Toph’s body continues to shudder in powerful aftershocks well after her release, her muscles still twitching from the phantom vibrations of your tongue. As the tension finally begins to ease, you release your firm hold on her, leaning down to place one last kiss to her center, before trailing your lips along the sensitive skin of both thighs.

You slide back up her shaking body, the heat of your skin the only thing she can really register at the moment. When you finally capture her lips again, the kiss is different, no longer a demand, but a slow sensual joining of lips and tongue.

Toph had met you halfway, a long, content sigh sounding in her throat. Her arms, still weak, find their way around your neck, pulling you down as if she’s trying to merge her very breath with yours in the quiet air of the room.

Toph moaned at the taste of herself on your tongue, her hands gripping your shoulders before sliding down your back and over your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. She was already sliding your ruined panties down your legs, her fingers desperately searching for your slick heat.

Your forehead rests against hers, your breath coming out in hot, harsh breaths as you spoke. “Baby if you keep doing that I won't be able to stop and I know you need rest.”

“You need to come.” Toph breathed against your lips. Already pulling you down so your thighs could slip between hers, aligning your slit against hers. “I want you to come with me this time please?”

Hearing her beg, something she rarely does, breaks something deep inside you. Toph wasn't just asking, you knew what she really craved was the intimacy of it, feeling you close as you come together. You felt the heat of the night bleed away until all that was left was the lingering arousal and the profound love you both have for eachother. You could never deny this woman. As long as she was yours she would have everything she desires.

You press a gentle kiss to her temple, feeling the dampness off her skin that was your own doing. “Okay baby.”

You shifted, slipping a pillow under her hips to elevate them. You then hooked one of her thighs over your hip, aligning yourself until your sopping cunt was flush against hers.

“Fuck” Your chorused whimpers echoed in the room as you slid your wet center against her, rolling your hips before grinding down in quick burst.

Toph's fingers dug into your wrist as you pressed down into her, her leg hooked over your shoulder as you smeared your wetness all over her cunt.

“Spirits, you're so wet for me baby you're going to make me come again.” Toph says, her head was strewn back againt the pillows, her hair spawled across the sheets as the heat between you became smoldering.

You could feel her all over, the way her clit delved between your folds. The sounds of your combined wetness filled the room mingled with your ragged breaths. The intensity of it was enough to have your own thighs stuttering. Each drag of your clit against hers sent waves of pleasure that erupted throughout your entire body.

“You feel so good, baby. Fuck, you’re so wet and perfect against me,” You growl, the words thick with a hunger you can no longer contain.

Your hands tighten around her thigh, your fingers digging into the flesh there hard enough to bruise as your pace quickens to match her as she grinds up into you. You kiss her ankle, dragging your tongue along her calve as Toph's thighs started to shake, her breath catching as the press of your warm pussy against hers has her nearly vibrating off the bed.

She clings to you, her fingers curling into your shoulders as you rut against her. The air in the room was now filled with the desperate sounds of the both of you breaking.

“I love you-” Toph's voice breaks, the words dying in her throat as you grind against her with a raw, relentless pressure. “I love you so much fuck!”

Your hips buck, your pace quickening as you reach your own breaking point. “I love you too. Now come for me baby, I want your pretty pussy to come all over me.”

Toph shatters at the sound of the command with a sharp, piercing cry that is instantly swallowed by the force of your lips crashing against hers. The sound vibrates between you, raw and unbridled, as you roll your hips in a way that draws out every last wave of her orgasm.

You collapse forward, completely on top of her now as you rut into her with quick, powerful thrusts, every muscle in your body coiling until the tension snaps and your orgasm slams into you with a force that makes your entire body shake. A deep, guttural sound is torn from your throat, muffled by the heat of the kiss, as you press yourself firmly against her.

For several long, breathless seconds, the world ceases to exist, there is only the pulse of your shared release and the crushing weight of your bodies merging into one.

You bury your face in the crook of Toph’s neck, both of your bodies slick with sweat and the lingering heat of your shared intensity. You’re panting, the air in the room was still thick and heavy from your release.

Toph’s hands move lazily up your spine, her fingers tracing soothing patterns that ground you both as a peacefulness settles in the room. She lets out a small, characteristic snort after a moment. Her voice was still breathy and rough from exertion as she spoke.

“Well,” Toph teased, you could feel the smirk playing on her lips, “That’s one way to make it up to me.”

You hum tiredly, the lazy patterns she’s tracing on your spine acting as a sedative. Between the grueling travel and the intensity of the night, exhaustion was finally pulling at you.

“Anything for my baby,” You mumble sleepily, your voice muffled against her skin as your eyes drift shut. “I hope you’re comfortable, because I’m not moving.”

When she spoke next, her voice was a rare, soft hum, a sound Toph reserves only for the quietest hours of the night, exclusively for you.

“It’s okay, my love,” Toph reassures, her words a warm breath against your temple. Her arms tighten around you, pulling you into the solid safety of her embrace as if she’s shielding you from the rest of the world.

“Go to sleep,” Toph whispers, her fingers continuing their slow patterns against your back. “I’ll be right here holding you when you wake.”

Now secure in her hold and her promise settling in the air around you, the last of your exhaustion finally takes over. As you drift off to sleep the room fades into a peaceful silence, leaving only the synchronized beat of your two hearts.

Seven days.

That’s how long you’ve been away from home, assisting Katara with an advanced healing seminar at a clinic in a small community. An entire week since you’d last seen your girlfriend, and the distance was slowly driving you insane.

It wasn't just the physical absence of her, it was the silence. You knew Toph better than anyone. Which means you knew the very idea of dictating her private thoughts to Sokka just so he could scratch them onto parchment was mortifying to her.

But usually, when you were away, even if only for a few days, something found its way to you. Most of the time in the past a messenger hawk would arrive with a blunt two sentence note about her day or a jab about the spirit spa baths you and Katara were teaching people about. Sometimes, she would even send a metal bent token as a way to show she's still thinking about you without all the mushy words attached to it.

You weren't expecting her to pour her heart out to you, but you at least hoped she'd send something to hold you over until you were back. But by the third day, the responses to your letters began to dwindle. And by the fifth, they stopped entirely.

A part of you had hoped Toph was just swamped with investigations and the daily grind of running the police force. You knew better than anyone that there would always be people to protect and criminals to bring to justice. You understood that her duty to Republic City and commitment to the badge often came first which was fine.

But there was another part of you, the part that's spent years learning the intricate map of Toph Beifong’s soul that felt a persistent, nagging worry.

When Toph went radio silent, it usually meant she was retreating into herself, reinforcing those metal walls she used to protect the vulnerable heart she so rarely lets anyone see.

It was heartbreaking to think about really. You’d spent so long stripping those defenses down, piece by piece, reassuring Toph that her mind, her body, and her heart would always be safe with you. And now, walking toward her apartment, you were terrified that a single week apart had convinced her it was safer to be alone again.

The streets of Republic City were a chaotic blur of noise and color, but you moved through the crowd with singular focus. Every step you took brought you closer to the cause of the ache in your chest that now felt like a gravitational pull that brought you closer to the woman you loved.

The gravel crunched beneath your Water Tribe boots that you hadn't even bothered to change out of. Stopping at your own apartment for a fresh set of clothes seemed like a waste of time when your heart was leading in the direction of Toph's place.

Besides, you’d rather just borrow one of her oversized shirts anyway, it smelled more like home than anything you owned anyways.

The hallway in the complex was quiet, the air inside the building felt charged with all the words you havent been able to say in your letters. It felt like you were stepping into a sinkhole of your own making. It was well into the evening, dinner time to be exact and you found yourself praying to the spirits that she was actually home and not still buried in paperwork at the precinct.

As the door came into view, your pace quickened, the thud of your boots echoed off the walls in the hallway. You didn't knock. You didn't wait. You pulled out the key Toph specially made for you that felt like a piece of her trust in your palm and turned it in the lock.

The silence of the apartment was heavy, but it wasn't empty. You spotted her bag slumped over the back of the couch and the discarded pile of her RCPD uniform on the floor. Which was a good sign, it meant she’s been home long enough to strip off the chief persona, but not long enough to settle the restlessness you could feel vibrating through the walls.

The click of the lock as you shut the door behind you sounded like a small bomb going off in the quiet room. You dropped your bag right where you stood, not caring that it cluttered the entryway. Your only focus was the shadow of her in the next room.

The scent of her shampoo, floral and crisp hit you the moment you stepped into the hallway. It was a domestic, intimate smell that made your chest ache even more. You pushed the bedroom door open just a crack, the light from the hallway spilling across the floor.

There she was.

She looked softer like this, hair damp and clinging to her neck, one of your old shirts that you left snug around her. Seeing your clothes on her, the silent admission that she’d been reaching for you while you were gone nearly broke your resolve.

Toph didn't turn around. She didn't offer a snarky comment or a welcome home. She just moved with a deliberate, quiet huff, climbing onto the bed and curling into the covers, with her back to you.

The silence in the room wasn't peaceful, it was filled with the weight of everything she wasn't saying. If you didn't know any better, you would probably think she just looked tired after a long day. But you could see the tension in her shoulders as she stiffly lay there. She looked like she was trying to disappear into the mattress so she wouldn't have to acknowledge the frantic, hopeful rhythm of your heart echoing through the floorboards.

You moved, stripping down to just your under garments, not wanting the outside clothes to touch the clean sheets. As you crawled onto the mattress, the bed groaned under your weight, but Toph remained a statue, her back still turned to you. It was only when you moved to straddle her, settling onto her lap with your thighs on either side of her hips, that you felt the sudden, sharp intake of her breath.

Being this close, you could feel the heat radiating off her skin, but more importantly, you could feel the tension. Toph's hands clenched into fists at her side, she was worrying her lip between her teeth so hard she nearly drew blood.

Over the years you have seen her run into collapsed buildings without blinking, stand toe-to-toe with the most dangerous benders in the world with her jaw set and her stance unbreakable. But here, with you in the quiet of her bedroom, stripped of her uniform and her bravado, she looked dangerously close to shattering.

You don’t think you have ever seen her look this fragile. You lifted your hand, fingers curling around her chin as you gently turned her head, forcing her to face you. Seeing those milky eyes usually so full of fire and defiance beginning to water had your heart breaking into pieces.

“Toph...” You breathed her name, the sound laced with an affection that bordered on reverence as you searched her face. “Tell me what's wrong.”

The sound of your voice, so gentle and familiar, seemed to act as a final blow against a weakening dam. She flinched, her breath hitching in a way that sounded like a sob she was trying to turn into a growl.

“What's wrong?” She repeated, her voice cracking as she finally let out a watery laugh. She tried to pull her chin from your hand, not to get away, but to hide. You didn't let her, you needed her to know she couldn't run from this. “Everything is wrong! The city is too loud, this bed is too big, the apartment is too quiet and the ground... the ground felt like it was shifting under my feet for seven days because you weren't here to keep it still.”

It was probably one of the most romantic things she has ever said to you, but you knew better than to point it out. If you teased her or made it a thing she’d retreat and bury that rare vulnerability under a layer of sarcasm and stubborn denial.

So, you just listened. You let her frustrations bleed out, her words tumbling over each other as she struggled to navigate the storm of feelings she usually kept under lock and key. Toph was a woman of action, of force. But when it came to the messy, quiet complexities of the heart, she often felt like she was punching at shadows.

She was angry, not really at you, but at the power you had over her peace of mind. She hated that she couldn't just be fine on her own anymore. You had infiltrated every layer of her life. You were in the scent of her sheets, the walls of her home, and most inconveniently, the quietest parts of her heart. The truth was, Toph didn't know how to be the iron willed, brooding chief and the woman who wore your shirt to bed when you were gone just to feel close to you.

“I missed you too, you know.” You say softly, interrupting her downward spiral. The pads of your thumbs tracing her jaw. “It was hard being away from you for so long. All I could think about was what you were doing, how your day was, what you were feeling. I was driving myself and Katara insane.”

Toph’s eyes welled up, a single, silent tear finally breaking free and trailing down her cheek. The sight of it was so rare and so heavy with the weight of her loneliness it drew you in instinctively. You leaned forward and kissed it away, your lips lingering against her skin for a moment longer than necessary, just to let her feel the warmth and the promise behind the gesture.

When you pulled away, the space between you felt electric. Toph didn't move, she remained frozen in your hold, her breathing uneven as she processed the tenderness. The frustration that had fueled her all evening seemed to evaporate, replaced by a stunned surrender. She looked smaller in that moment, now that her damp hair was framing a face that had finally run out of ways to hide.

“I mean it, Toph.” You whispered, your voice sounding much louder in the quiet room. “I was a mess. Every time I looked up at the moon, I was just counting the hours until I could get back to you.”

“Good,” Toph finally whispers, though her voice is thick, “You should be miserable. It’s only fair.”

The soft laugh that escapes you vibrates against her skin as the last of the tension finally snaps. You never want to feel that distance again, or that hollow, aching silence that made the world feel like it was titled.

Toph’s arms wind around your waist with a sudden, desperate strength, hauling you flush against her until there’s no air left between you. She buries her face in the crook of your neck, her breath hot against your pulse. You stay rooted in her lap, letting her take what she needs.

Her hands weren't gentle, they moved with an urgency that she's rarely displayed before. They glide across your body, her palms calloused and warm, mapping every inch of your ribs and spine as if she were trying to memorize every curve through her fingertips. It felt less like a caress and more like she's reclaiming her territory, her nails occasionally grazing your skin to ensure that you’re solid, real, and most importantly hers.

“Mine,” Toph mutters against your skin, her voice muffled but fierce. “Don't you dare leave me again. I don't care how many patients need healing, I'm the one who's falling apart when you're gone.”

The room falls into a charged silence as you let her possessive words hang in the air. You don't answer her, you knew when she got like this she needed to feel the declaration of your love against her skin.

So you lean in, capturing her lips in a kiss that was a soft, bruising collision of a week’s worth of unspoken longing. Toph's lips tasted of the kind of relief that only comes with you being home.

As your mouth moves against hers, your hands finally slide beneath the hem of your shirt that she’s wearing. The feel of her warm, toned skin against your palms sends a current directly to your core. You moan into the kiss and toph drinks it in, licking into your mouth and sucking on your tongue like she was starved and you were the only thing that could sate her hunger.

The feel of you pressing her into the mattress as you deepened the kiss had her entire body buzzing with need. Toph’s breath hitches in her throat, her head lolling back in total surrender as your thigh settles firmly between her legs, providing the solid pressure she’s been starving for.

Fresh tears sting Toph's eyes, blurring a world she already cannot see but now feels with so much clarity. She is moving against you with a frantic desperation now, grinding down onto your leg as if she was trying to carve her essence into your bones so you could never forget how it feels to have her against you. Every thrust was a silent scream for the relief her body has been aching for since you've been gone.

“Yes, just like that, baby,” You encourage against her lips, your voice a low, sultry vibration that shatters whatever remains of her restraint.

Toph’s hips stutter and hitch as you flex the muscle in your thigh, increasing the firm, unyielding pressure right where she needed it the most. She chases the sensation with a fevered desperation, her head pressing into the pillow as the pressure building low in her belly began to spread across her entire body.

“Are you going to come on my leg for me, pretty girl?” The question, the possessiveness of it nearly breaks her.

A choked, sobbing moan spills from her lips as her body goes rigid, her fingers clawing into your shoulders.

“Yes!” Her breath comes in sharp, shallow gasps, and she nods frantically, her forehead bumping against yours as you kiss her sloppily. “Fuck, I missed you so much baby you feel so good against me.”

You lift up, breaking the kiss just enough to see the flush spreading across her cheeks. Your hands roam back up her sides, tracing the lean muscle of her ribs before finally molding the soft swell of her breasts. The moment your fingers make contact, Toph arches sharply off the bed, her body a live wire of unspent tension that she knew only you could handle.

She continues to grinds her core against your leg with fevered thrusts, her movements desperate and uncoordinated as she tries to close every inch of space between you. You felt the sting of Toph's fingers as they dug into your arms with a bruising intensity. Toph hitches her hips higher, trying to swallow the solid strength of your thigh.

Your own breathing was ragged as you watched her become consumed by her pleasure, succumbing to the feel of you as she fucked herself against your thigh. You can see how close Toph was to shattering in the way her lips were parted in a silent, breathless plea.

You give her peaked nipple a sharp flick before rolling it between your fingers, applying just enough pressure to draw a sharp cry from her lips. Your own core aches, clenching around nothing as you watch Toph become completely undone right before your eyes.

“Baby-” She was grasping at your shoulders trying to pull you down onto her more so she could feel the full weight of you on top of her. “Please I need to feel you, I need more.”

Your hands were tight around her hips, fingers indenting the creamy skin there. You stilled her movements and Toph whined. Your eyes traveled down between your bodies that were still pressed together. Your entire thigh was coated with her slick, and the sight of it had you groaning deep in your throat.

Fuck, this woman was going to be the death of you.

You allow your fingers to trace a slow, deliberate line down the center of her body, your nails lightly grazing her skin and catching on the hard ridges of her abs. Toph's stomach flexes instinctively under your touch. Her labored breathing following the path of your hand, acting as a physical map of her anticipation.

When you finally reach the soaked lace of her underwear, a deep, guttural moan escapes you. You slide down the length of the bed, settling between her trembling thighs to hover over the damp, ruined silk of her underwear that was a direct testament of just how much she’s been aching for you since you've been gone.

Your nostrils flare as you lean in, the scent of her arousal overwhelming your senses as you press your face against the fabric of her underwear.

You bury your face in her soaked cunt, the bridge of your nose brushes against her clit through the thin fabric. Toph arches her back sharply off the bed, a low, involuntary sound vibrates in her throat because of how sensitive she is. Toph's fingers tangle desperately in your hair, her nails scratching at your scalp to pull you even closer to where she needed you the most.

“Please don't tease me.” She begs hoarsely.

“I won't." You breathed, voice wrecked. "I promise, I won't. Just let me admire you baby, it's been so long.”

You don’t wait another second, your flattened tongue darts out, licking a long stripe across the soaked fabric, right where the heat is most intense. The thin fabric only adds a rough, tantanizing friction that has Toph nearly screaming.

Every time your tongue swirls over her through the material, she jolts, her hips bucking upward in a rabid, clumsy attempt to meet the pressure. Her fingers still cling to your hair, her nails digging into your scalp as she pulled. The combination of the heavy, wet heat of your tongue and the rasp of the fabric was pushing her over the edge far quicker, than you have ever seen her come undone before.

You continued to make out with her pussy, slow at first, before you couldn't take not feeling the warmth of her on your tongue anymore and you just about tore the fabric off of her and discarded it on the floor.

With the last barrier finally discarded, the cool air hit her aching cunt making her shiver despite the heat radiating between you. Toph’s breathing became a series of shallow, broken hitches as she lay exposed, her thighs wrapped around you trembling in need.

You moaned deep in your throat at the sight of her swollen pussy lips that were glistening like jewels with her slick heat. Her clit was erect, the bundle of nerves throbbing and begging for you to wrap your lips around it.

You kissed the inside of her thighs first, nipping and biting the skin there. You were savoring each quiver of her body, each tug in your hair, and desperate demand for you to stop teasing her.

You only give in to her after you are satisfied with the marks you left on her inner thighs. You paused only for a second, hovering just shy of where she needed you the most. You puckered your lips, blowing warm air on her dripping cunt in one last effort to tease her. Toph's toes curl against the matters, her entire body stiffening as she mewled.

“Baby please,” Toph whined, her breath hitching into a near sob as the pressure building inside her core becomes an unbearable ache. “Please, I cant take it-”

You responded by parting her lips with your fingers, licking a stripe up her soaked cunt to silence her cries. Toph’s warm slick coated your tongue and you moan at the taste of her. You pulled away just a fraction, your darkened eyes catching the string of Toph's wetness that dripped from your own tongue.

“God, baby. You're soaked its so fucking sexy.” You moaned, before diving back in with more fever.

Toph arches off the bed up into your mouth, her legs completely falling open as she offers herself to you. Your tongue delves deep into her folds sweeping her cunt as you feel the flutters of her pussy walls as they constrict.

A broken cry is forced from her lungs. Toph's head snaps back against the pillow as her fingers tighten their grip in your hair, pulling you closer with a strength born from her earthbending.

The feel of your warm, wet tongue against her needy cunt has her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Toph begins to move with you, her hips lifting to meet every firm stroke of your tongue. It became a desperate dance, her breath coming in quick gasps as you finally take what’s yours.

Your fingers smooth over her hips before sliding upward, your palms spreading wide over her taut, trembling stomach. You interlock your fingers over her midsection, using the weight and grip of your hands to secure her firmly in place against the mattress as your tongue teased her entrance before slipping inside and curling.

“Yes! Your tongue is so fucking deep, baby.” Toph's entire body was twitching, her breath uneven and sharp, her thighs tightened around your head, as you fucked her deliciously with your tongue.

You used your waterbending to amplify each stroke of your tongue. Playing around with the temperature, cooling the slick just enough for her to thrust into your mouth.

You ate Toph out like she was a deity you were worshiping, with each flick of your tongue serving as a desperate devotion. You were continuing to fluctuate the temperature as you fucked her with a reverence that bordered on something holy. Every deliberate stroke you gave her was a silent prayer her body was openly receiving.

Your own wetness was dripping down your thighs as you watched the woman you love completely give herself to the divine weight of your focus. Her body shuddering as she began to believe in the devotion you’re pouring into her.

The room echoed with the wet sounds of your consumption as your mouth suctioned around her slit to apply more pressure as you ate her out sloppily. Her wetness covered your cheeks and dripped down your chin but you didn't stop, you wanted to be baptized in her essence to the point it became apart of you.

Another melodic sound escapes Toph then. Part sob, part moan as she tries to lift off the bed but your arms are locked around her midsection holding her in place. Toph's hands moved from your hair to press against your cheeks instead, guiding you even deeper into her cunt as you tongue fucked her. Your jaw was starting to ache but you were so drunk on her pussy and the sweet sounds that were coming from her parted lips that if you died in that moment you would die happily where you belonged.

“You fuck me so good baby, you're the best I've ever had ahh..”

Toph's hands release you, tangling in the sheets, and then a pillow, as they desperately search for something to anchor herself to as the world was currently spinning out of her control.

You watched, burying yourself deeper, before licking your back up to her pulsing clit. Your tongue swirls around the hardened bundle, flicking it, as your now chilled lips wrapped around the sensitive nerves, sucking hard. You used your waterbending to make the wetness that pooled in your mouth and coated your tongue vibrate. It was a electric thrum that grew with each pulse of her clit that you could feel with you blood bending.

“Oh my god, baby I-”

The release hits her like a physical shock, starting deep in her core and radiating outward in powerful waves that pulse against your tongue. Toph lifts her hips off the bed, a loud, broken, keening sound tore from her throat that was quickly muffled by the pillow she was biting down onto.

You watch as her hands clench around the fabric with enough force to nearly rip the seams of the pillowcase, her legs shake uncontrollably as her chest heaves with every rapid breath.

You slowed your strokes but didn't stop your ministrations, her slick pooled in your mouth and you moaned, relishing in the taste as you licked the heavy current seeping out of her. The sound of it vibrated against her cunt causing her thighs to clench around your head once again.

Toph’s body continues to shudder in powerful aftershocks well after her release, her muscles still twitching from the phantom vibrations of your tongue. As the tension finally begins to ease, you release your firm hold on her, leaning down to place one last kiss to her center, before trailing your lips along the sensitive skin of both thighs.

You slide back up her shaking body, the heat of your skin the only thing she can really register at the moment. When you finally capture her lips again, the kiss is different, no longer a demand, but a slow sensual joining of lips and tongue.

Toph had met you halfway, a long, content sigh sounding in her throat. Her arms, still weak, find their way around your neck, pulling you down as if she’s trying to merge her very breath with yours in the quiet air of the room.

Toph moaned at the taste of herself on your tongue, her hands gripping your shoulders before sliding down your back and over your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. She was already sliding your ruined panties down your legs, her fingers desperately searching for your slick heat.

Your forehead rests against hers, your breath coming out in hot, harsh breaths as you spoke. “Baby if you keep doing that I won't be able to stop and I know you need rest.”

“You need to come.” Toph breathed against your lips. Already pulling you down so your thighs could slip between hers, aligning your slit against hers. “I want you to come with me this time please?”

Hearing her beg, something she rarely does, breaks something deep inside you. Toph wasn't just asking, you knew what she really craved was the intimacy of it, feeling you close as you come together. You felt the heat of the night bleed away until all that was left was the lingering arousal and the profound love you both have for eachother. You could never deny this woman. As long as she was yours she would have everything she desires.

You press a gentle kiss to her temple, feeling the dampness off her skin that was your own doing. “Okay baby.”

You shifted, slipping a pillow under her hips to elevate them. You then hooked one of her thighs over your hip, aligning yourself until your sopping cunt was flush against hers.

“Fuck” Your chorused whimpers echoed in the room as you slid your wet center against her, rolling your hips before grinding down in quick burst.

Toph's fingers dug into your wrist as you pressed down into her, her leg hooked over your shoulder as you smeared your wetness all over her cunt.

“Spirits, you're so wet for me baby you're going to make me come again.” Toph says, her head was strewn back againt the pillows, her hair spawled across the sheets as the heat between you became smoldering.

You could feel her all over, the way her clit delved between your folds. The sounds of your combined wetness filled the room mingled with your ragged breaths. The intensity of it was enough to have your own thighs stuttering. Each drag of your clit against hers sent waves of pleasure that erupted throughout your entire body.

“You feel so good, baby. Fuck, you’re so wet and perfect against me,” You growl, the words thick with a hunger you can no longer contain.

Your hands tighten around her thigh, your fingers digging into the flesh there hard enough to bruise as your pace quickens to match her as she grinds up into you. You kiss her ankle, dragging your tongue along her calve as Toph's thighs started to shake, her breath catching as the press of your warm pussy against hers has her nearly vibrating off the bed.

She clings to you, her fingers curling into your shoulders as you rut against her. The air in the room was now filled with the desperate sounds of the both of you breaking.

“I love you-” Toph's voice breaks, the words dying in her throat as you grind against her with a raw, relentless pressure. “I love you so much fuck!”

Your hips buck, your pace quickening as you reach your own breaking point. “I love you too. Now come for me baby, I want your pretty pussy to come all over me.”

Toph shatters at the sound of the command with a sharp, piercing cry that is instantly swallowed by the force of your lips crashing against hers. The sound vibrates between you, raw and unbridled, as you roll your hips in a way that draws out every last wave of her orgasm.

You collapse forward, completely on top of her now as you rut into her with quick, powerful thrusts, every muscle in your body coiling until the tension snaps and your orgasm slams into you with a force that makes your entire body shake. A deep, guttural sound is torn from your throat, muffled by the heat of the kiss, as you press yourself firmly against her.

For several long, breathless seconds, the world ceases to exist, there is only the pulse of your shared release and the crushing weight of your bodies merging into one.

You bury your face in the crook of Toph’s neck, both of your bodies slick with sweat and the lingering heat of your shared intensity. You’re panting, the air in the room was still thick and heavy from your release.

Toph’s hands move lazily up your spine, her fingers tracing soothing patterns that ground you both as a peacefulness settles in the room. She lets out a small, characteristic snort after a moment. Her voice was still breathy and rough from exertion as she spoke.

“Well,” Toph teased, you could feel the smirk playing on her lips, “That’s one way to make it up to me.”

You hum tiredly, the lazy patterns she’s tracing on your spine acting as a sedative. Between the grueling travel and the intensity of the night, exhaustion was finally pulling at you.

“Anything for my baby,” You mumble sleepily, your voice muffled against her skin as your eyes drift shut. “I hope you’re comfortable, because I’m not moving.”

When she spoke next, her voice was a rare, soft hum, a sound Toph reserves only for the quietest hours of the night, exclusively for you.

“It’s okay, my love,” Toph reassures, her words a warm breath against your temple. Her arms tighten around you, pulling you into the solid safety of her embrace as if she’s shielding you from the rest of the world.

“Go to sleep,” Toph whispers, her fingers continuing their slow patterns against your back. “I’ll be right here holding you when you wake.”

Now secure in her hold and her promise settling in the air around you, the last of your exhaustion finally takes over. As you drift off to sleep the room fades into a peaceful silence, leaving only the synchronized beat of your two hearts.

AN/ the summary is ass, i gave up on it tbh. Trust that the story is way better. If i forgot any tags just tell me. I know tumblr runs a strict program when it comes to tagging fics and i do not want any smoke. This might be the flithiest smut ive written. Depending on how well it does, I might make a part two. This is my first fic for this fandom. I hope I do toph justice.

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The medical clinic smelled like a combination of disinfectant, lavender and sea water. You were currently in the intake wing of the building, pen and paper in your hand, as you assessed the child patient that was brought in by their parents moments ago.

He couldn't be more than seven years old, slumped over his mother's shoulder, pale and lethargic. You quickly wrote down everything his mother was telling you, nodding along as she shared her concerns about his eating habits.

This was a normal day in the hospital, assessing patients for intake and healing as much as you can in hopes of relieving some of their discomfort. If their condition was more severe, it was protocol to send them back to see Katara. Who was currently knee deep in the healing pool with three critical patients.

Once you had gotten all the information you could get without scanning him, you tucked the paper in your pocket and held out your hands so the mother could place the boy in your arms. He was underweight, too light for his age and you worried this could be more than a simple cold.

Once in the back you laid him down on the matt. You bended the water from the basin by the bed and started scanning his body for abnormalities. You found the cause of his ailment within minutes, the fluid in his chest was thick from the infection. You were careful, hands moving in practiced motion, stance grounded, controlled.

Slowly, bit by bit you pulled it out of him through his mouth. He coughed, and cried, while your assistant rubbed his back and promised him it would all be over soon. It took a little over two hours to get it all done. And by then, your shift was coming to a close and you were able to happily send him off as your last patient with a clean bill of health.

You found katara where you left her that same morning, sitting at the edge of the pool, shoulders pulled together, eyes determined.

She didn't even turn when the door of the intensive care unit opened, or flinch when your hand rested on her shoulder.

"Hey," you greeted softly, bending down so you were eye level. "You've done all you can do today. They've got it from here."

Katara finally looked up at you, and the toll this was taking on her was visible. The exhaustion in her features was undeniable. Her eyes were bloodshot, her movements slower, less coordinated. You knew if you didn't get her home soon she would spend another sleepless night here.

"Come on let me get you out of here."

Katara parted her lips like she was about to protest. You held up your hand, giving her a stern look. "Dont make me call Aang."

That seemed to get her attention, her face flushed and she shook her head allowing you to help her up finally.

"You can't call him," She says, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. "you know they are on a mission right now."

She was right, you knew Aang, Sokka, and Toph had left a week ago to visit the earth kingdom.

There had been rumors about some uprising brewing within the lower rings. Toph had complained to you the night before while you packed her things.

Aang wanted Toph with him as a representative. The Beifong name still carried a lot of weight in the earth kingdom, even if Toph refused to acknowledge her family.

Speaking of which, you felt that familiar ache in your chest in her absence. You've been dating for over a year. Katara was the one that introduced you after becoming fed up with hearing about all your one night stands and failed relationships.

When you first met, Toph was gaurded, and extremely cautious when it came to allowing people into her heart. It took some time, alot of patience and a few talks with your therapist to keep you from spiraling about all the mixed signals she was sending you. Now you could confidently say you were both on the same page, or atleast you hoped you were.

There was always that one intrusive thought that crept into your mind when the world around you grew quiet. Reminding you that when you told her you loved her, she hadnt said it back.

In your defense, You hadn't meant to blurt it out while she was fucking you into the bedpost. It just happened and now you couldn't help but notice how the dynamic of your relationship has shifted since then. She's been pulling away. Traveling more, spending her days and nights at the metal bending school.

You get it, she's Toph Beifong, the greatest Earth bender in the world, an esteemed member of Team Avatar and a Public Figure.

Sometimes though, you just wanted your girlfriend Toph. Who kissed you silly when you started to ramble about the smallest of things. Who plays in your hair whenever you have it down because she loves how long it is. Who despite her muscular build, holds you like you're something precious.

Katara leaned into you while you walked her back to her place. You held a light conversation, talking and laughing about some old stories of sokka. When you reached the temple, You immediately noticed the sky bison out front.

You smirked, bumping her shoulder. "Looks like hubby is waiting for you."

Katara brightened, her face flushing. "They must've gotten back early!"

"Go." You pushed her forward, a knowing look in your eye. "don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"Hush!" She shouted over her shoulder before darting into the house.

You picked up your pace as you walked, if aang was back that meant toph was too. You broke out into a sprint, not caring about the strange looks you were getting. You apologized to the people you bumped into on the crowded sidewalks.

By the time you made it to your little apartment, you were burning with excitement and anticipation. The keys jiggled in your shaking hands as you tried to get them into the door. The key ring slipped between your sweaty palms, Once, twice. On the third attempt, the door flew open on its own, and toph stood there, hair down, biceps flexing, straining against her T-shirt as she crossed her arms over her chest.

You sucked in a breath at the sight of her. All of the worry, tension, from your last encounter bleeding away. You missed her so much.

Toph's lips pursed, she gave you an unimpressed look from the doorway. "I've been gone for a week and now suddenly you can't remember how to open doors on your own."

The laughter that bubbles in your throat was loud, warm. You dropped your bag somewhere on the floor and closed the remaining distance between the two of you. Your arms locked around her neck and you wasted no time kissing her.

The door clicked shut somewhere behind you, locking itself.

Toph kissed with the same passion she put into her bending, like she wanted to carve her name into your bones so you never forget that she is the only one that has ever made you feel like this. The arms around you grew tighter as you deepened the kiss, sucking on her tongue, her hands that were once on your waist were now lower, gripping your ass, before giving it a firm slap.

You were the first to pull away, grabbing her by the hand and leading her to the couch. Once she was seated you straddled her lap, cupping her face in your hands to really get a good look at her. You were admiring her beauty while also checking for injuries.

Physically she appeared unscathed, besides a small scratch on her cheek that was already starting to heal.

"I know what you're doing." She rasps, voice thick in a way that made heat pool between your thighs.

"Yeah," you husked, looking down at her through your lashes. You leaned forward, lips brushing her ear. "And what exactly am I doing baby?"

"You're trying to distract me." Toph replied, fingers flexing around your waist, her grip firm, possessive. "While you analyze me like I'm one of your patients. I may not be able to see you but I can feel everything. You're very predictable and easy to read."

You feigned shock, "That is simply not true, if anything I would call it..." you tapped your chin, deep in thought. "I would call it being deeply in love with my girlfriend and wanting to make sure she's okay."

The word slipped naturally, in the heat of the moment as you felt so drunk on your love for her. You're not sure what you expected her reaction to be when every time you have said it in the past, she hasn't responded the way you hoped. What you weren't expecting though, was for Toph's entire body to go rigid like she was becoming visibly uncomfortable at the mere thought of you loving her.

You couldn't ignore the hurt of her actions anymore. Or the coy-elephant in the room that only seemed to grow bigger the longer you ignored it. You slid off her lap, and stood, walking to the other side of the room and into the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine to hopefully make you forget how humiliated you felt.

She followed after you, just as you expected her too. You were angry and hurt and confused. Had you imagined this last year? Was she unhappy? Was there another woman? The last one made you physically recoil, just the thought of someone else touching toph, loving her, making her laugh, giving her what you couldn't made everything in you burn.

You grabbed the largest wine glass you had, it clanked against the counter, the liquid sloshing in the glass as you poured a healthy amount. You took a long sip, the cool, semi sweet liquid providing a welcomed warmth to quell the ache of your broken heart.

This particular wine you had opened was from the earth kingdom. Toph had taken it from the Earth king's palace the last time her and aang were there for peace talks, claiming he wouldn't notice it was gone. It was such a thoughtful gift at the time. Toph knew how much you loved your wine and counted on it after a long day. So she made sure you never ran out, even though she personally preferred stronger drinks.

The earth benders nose wrinkled at the smell of it, she lifted her chin, voice light. "You shouldn't drink that so fast, wine is meant to be sipped."

It was less of a jab and more of her trying to break the iciness between you with a joke. It didn't land, not the way she meant it too. To make matters worse, you felt that she wasn't even taking you seriously when you were moments away from falling apart.

Your throat burned, and before you knew it the words spilled out of you. "Do you even want to be in a relationship with me or is everything just a joke to you now?"

"What?" Toph's eyes widened in surprise, like she was genuinely shocked you would ask her something like that.

"I said." The words came out slow, as you enunciated each one. "Do you want to be in a relationship with me? It's a yes or no question."

"Can we not do this right now?" Toph carded her fingers through her hair, her voice taut with tightly coiled frustration. "How could you even ask me something like that? You know I'm crazy about you."

Her words did nothing to settle the storm raging inside of you, if anything it added fuel to flames. Of course she would say that. This was probably her thinking you're overreacting and reading too much into things. Which could be partially true. It didn't take away from how heartbroken you were that even after a year she still refused to move an inch when it came to opening up.

You couldn't look at her anymore, you glared at the remnants of wine in the glass you were drinking, watching it freeze as your anger builds up to something molten.

"It's never the right time for you, and frankly, I don't give a crap if you don't want to discuss this now. " you tell her, voice hardening. "If you have any ounce of lov- respect, for me at all you will hear what I have to say."

Toph was breathing heavier now, her composure cracking around the edges. "Baby...."

"Don't baby me." You said, voice tight. "You don't get to call me that after what you did and continue to do."

Toph shifted slightly, her expression unreadable, "What is it that you think I did?"

You swallowed, forcing out a breath, that was a mix between a scoff and a wry, broken laugh. "So you want to further humiliate me by making me say it."

Toph stepped forward, slowly, like she were afraid you might flee. "No, I want you to tell me what you think you saw me do."

You looked away, pulling your lip between your teeth, your stomach twisted. "You flinched when I said it, and somehow seeing it is worse than knowing you will never say it back."

"Is that what you think?" her voice was sharper now, frustration cutting through the careful control she always tried to maintain. "T-That I don't love you? Baby, I am like this because im in love with you and it terrifies me."

It was the first time you have ever heard her utter those words. You felt the weight of them settling in the air, the heaviness, the grief. You had to step outside of yourself for a second, to truly see how wrecked she looked. Toph was shaking, visibly, her jaw was clenched so hard it looked almost painful. There were tears brimming in her eyes that she still refused to let fall. As if by keeping them in their cage she was protecting herself from relinquishing the careful control she could already feel slipping now that it was out there.

This was the reoccuring problem wasn't it? Toph was always in control, always strong, never allowing herself to sit in it, to actually feel. Whenever things got too real she would quickly check herself. Retreating back into her charming, nonchalant self.

Toph never had to share much of herself with another person. Never cared to be anything more than what the surface world saw her as. Until you came into her life after a horrible breakup. And then suddenly, after eight years of isolating herself and sabatoging anyone her friends tried to set her up with, Toph started to slowly come out of her cave. She would ask Katara about you, never directly, just easing it into a causal conversation discreetly.

Toph even went as far as asking sokka and aang for dating advice. Katara had read one too many of those cheesy romance novels to her and toph was skeptical if those techniques would work with you. So she went to the only man in her life that has had more relationships than she can count, sokka. Who surprisingly gave decent advice and helped toph set up a date.

Compartmentalizing was always something she was great at. Toph was used to bottling everything up. Whenever she felt overwhelmed or angry she would go to her metal bending academy, lock herself away in her office and put everything into careful little boxes. When that didn't work for her she'd knock a few boulders over or terrorize her students. It was the only way she knew how to deal with anything.

Your heart was thundering in your chest, and you moved before you lost your nerve. You closed the remaining distance, both hands cupping her face, the pad of your thumbs brushing her cheeks.

"No, baby. I don't know what I thought. Its just, you always flinch whenever I say it and you've been distant lately and-" you knew you were rambling but you couldn't stop now, not when everything is already out in the open. "I thought maybe I did something wrong or you found someone else and didn't want to be with me anymore."

Toph gripped the counter so hard, the stone began to crack. But the words were already out there and you couldn't take them back.

"I told you when we first started dating that this," she made hand gestures to explain what she couldn't put into words. "doesn't come easy for someone like me. If its becoming too much, if im too much just be honest with me and i-" her voice wavered, eyes blurring with tears. Toph's throat had thickened to the point that it became harder to speak. "I'll leave you alone. My past-- the woman before you really messed me up and something broke in me, that I havent been able to get it back, even after all these years. I'm not sure if I can ever be what you want- what you need."

Her words had shattered something in you, guilt crept up your spine. You had done this, pushed and pulled, forced her to make a confession she wasn't ready to give. Now everything was out in the open and it didn't make you feel any better. Because the woman you loved was hurting so deeply from a trauma that was etched into the fabric of her being and you were now realizing that it was too deep for you to reach on your own. The years of solitude had done nothing but hardened her.

"Whenever someone has said it to me in the past, family, partners, it never meant what I thought it did. They never saw me for anything outside of my disability. I was never someone to be desired or wanted. I was a burden, something fragile." she continued on to say. "And, you know how my ex was, what she did, how it made me feel. So now whenever I hear it, I just get into my head."

"Toph..." your voice cracked under the pressure.

She was right, you heard whispers about the ex that used her to get closer to the avatar because she stupidly thought by dating toph and infiltrating their team she would have a chance with him. At the time, toph had believed that woman loved her. How could she not? they were together for two years before she made her move on aang.

At first Toph accused her friends of lying. She refused to believe Ingrid would go through such lengths to get to aang. And when she confronted her about it? The woman still lied, got on her knees, convinced toph they were lying and she only loved her. But it was all a show, toph later found out, when the same woman that begged her for another chance and almost ruined her friendship with her best friends cheated.

It was Katara that told her, her and sokka had done some digging, asked around Republic city to get some information on the woman that had their best friend's heart. Once they gathered physical evidence they followed her, having to see it for themselves. Low and behold this woman had an entire life, a family, that toph didn't know about. It was one of the darkest moments of her life. And so now anytime a partner said they loved her, that familiar skepticism of their intentions arises.

"I'm sorry, " you felt awful, she clearly wasnt ready to speak about any of this. "I shouldn't have pushed. I was hurt and confused and I know you're trying baby I really do."

Toph was still visibly tense, but her fingers slackened against the counter and returned to their rightful place on either side of your waist. Her grip was firm, fingers indenting the skin there like she was afraid you were going to disappear on her.

"I love you, I do and I hate that you ever doubted it." Toph says, her voice thick. "You're not her and I know that, I swear I do. I am so sorry sweetheart, I never intended to hurt you."

Your breath stutters, warmth blooming in your chest. "Say it again."

Toph playfully rolled her eyes. "I love you."

You closed the space and kissed her. It was slow and full and aching. You kissed her deep, needing her to feel it in the parts of her that were already starting to doubt what you had. Toph backed you up into the counter, you smiled into the kiss.

"Say it again." You whispered against her lips.

Another kiss.

"I love you."

Followed by another kiss this time, slower. Toph lingers at the corner of your mouth, her lips brushing the soft curve of your cheek. "I am so in love with you baby."

"Take me to bed." you whimper into her ear, "please baby i want to feel all of you."

She bends down and effortlessly picks you up bridal style and carries you towards the bedroom like you weigh nothing. You pepper kisses all along her jawline, licking a stripe up her neck, tasting her skin and committing it to memory. Her fingers tighten around you, her breath hitches, and you smirk against her skin.

"Having trouble concentrating?" You teased, finding that spot just behind her ear and swirling your tongue in a tantalizing, slow, stroke. Toph's grip falters, her cheeks flushing. "You better not drop me."

"I should, just to test a theory." She says, voice smug.

You tilt your head curiously. "And what exactly is this theory you have?"

"That even if I drop you..." she trails off, pausing for dramatic effect, "you will still open your pretty little legs for me and let me fuck you so hard you wont be able to walk tomorrow without thinking about me."

Your breath hitches in your throat, you squirmed in her arms, already soaked through your underwear. "You sound very confident in your abilities."

"And for some odd reason you love playing dangerous games you know you arent going to win." She pointed out.

You kissed the corner of her mouth. "Is that so? And what exactly are you going to do about it?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

Once in the comfort of your shared bedroom she places you in the middle of the bed and you kneel, unwrapping your own dressing and tossing your clothes to the floor. You helped her with her own clothing, undoing the button of her pants. Her shirt was off, chest bare, and you took a moment to appreciate her beautifully sculpted body.

You started at her pulse point, trailing a finger over each breast followed by a kiss. You took your time, Your lips mapped the skin under her breast and over her heart that you could hear beating rapidly in her chest.

You paid special attention to her abs. Toph responded to your touch, jerking forward the moment your tongue traced each line. The feel of your mouth against her enticed a groan from deep within her throat. You placed an open mouth kiss just below her navel, before licking and sucking each one of her abs.

"I love everything about you, this is just a plus." You whispered against her skin. "You're the sexiest woman I have ever had the pleasure to lay my eyes on Toph Beifong."

You hear her inhale sharply, like the feel of your touch, your lips, the declaration of your love cracked her open. Toph's hand carded through your hair, sweeping it behind you and holding it in place as you worshiped her body.

After painting her abs with your marks. Toph pulled at your hair, tilting your head to expose the base of your neck. Her other hand cradled your cheek, the pad of her thumb tracing over your lips. You gasped at the contact, instinctively parting them for her.

Toph, with careful precision, entered your mouth, her fingers were thick, and had a certain girth to them from all the years of extensive earth bending.

Your moan was muffled as she began to fuck your mouth with her fingers, while holding your head back, controlling each movement as your cheeks hollowed out and your tongue swirled around them.

"You're taking me so well." Toph breathed, voice encouraging, "such a good girl."

She bottomed out to the knuckle then, you gagged, before she slipped her fingers out and with it a long stripe of your saliva dripped down your glistening lips. The look in her eyes was something primal.

You crawled up the bed and laid back, pulling her down on top of you. Toph molded your body's together, the weight of her, the firmness of her build combined with the softness of her skin made more heat pool between your thighs. She was everywhere, and somehow you wanted her closer.

Your hands dragged down the expanse of her back, tracing her spine, grabbing at every inch of her because somehow you still felt there were parts of her that needed to feel how much you wanted her. You raised your head, your lips taking hold of Tophs, your tongue lining her lower lip, begging for entry.

Toph allowed you passage and your tongue claimed control in her mouth, commanding and pleading in equal parts. It was addictive, the wet feel of your tongues together, the sloppiness of the kiss, the softness of her lips, how your bodies molded together. How if it were possible you would want to melt under toph and never return to a solid form.

Toph moaned hoarse and deep in her throat as she shifted slightly, her hand delved between the two of you while you kissed and found your soaking heat. You were drenched, aching for her, tophs fingers slid through your warm folds, her fingertips coated in your slick, feeling the contractions around the nothingness of your cunt, as you arched into her, your erect clit throbbing against her hand.

"This all for me?"

"Yes," you whimpered, your hips bucking into her, her solid hand on your thigh keeping you in place. "its all for you daddy."

"You had so much to say earlier," she smiled, voice a low, purr. "Tell me why I should let you have this."

Your mind blanked, as a single digit trailed a long stripe up your core, stopping just below your clit.

"Baby, please-" your eyes burned with tears just from the pure need.

"Thats not an answer." She tsked, removing her fingers completely.

"You should let me come because I need you." You gasped, thighs pressing together as you tried to chase any friction you could find. "Because I ache for you, because you're the only one that can make me feel this good, the only person my body craves."

Toph shuddered on top of you, "Okay sweet girl, im going to treat you so good, make love to you."

Your broken moan joined toph's guttural one as she without any kind of teasing or hesitation, enters you with her fingers and began to move.

Toph could feel every rough fold of your insides tightening around her, your hot slick already pooling in her hand and dripping down her wrist. The sound of sloshing mingled with your forced gasps.

"Goddess." Your head fell back, she was filling you up, you felt so full of her. "Fuck-Toph!"

Your head was spinning, as pleasure burned from deep within your core with every movement of those thick fingers inside you. Toph pressed the base of her hand against your clit, making slow circular motions that allowed her to increase the pace of her onslaught.

You whimpered, trying to pull her closer, you were already so close. Toph's body pressed against yours, her mouth at your collarbone, her thighs firmly keeping your legs open for her as they began to shake.

"Don't stop," you begged, your head tipping back with a broken gasp. "please baby don't fucking stop."

"I've got you." Toph promised, voice wrecked, her fingers curling inside you, hitting that spot that made your toes curl and your breath come out in short exhales. "I couldn't stop even if I wanted to pretty girl."

It was becoming increasingly hard to even think, speak, when she was so deep inside of you. Making love to you just as she promised she would.

"I love you." Toph husked, breath hot against your cheek. Continuing to fuck you senseless. "I'm in love with you, and I'm never letting you go. You're mine to hold, mine to love, mine to fuck when I want to."

Her tongue was hot and wet, as it mapped your skin. Dragging slowly up the side of your throat, from the hollow where your pulse fluttered to the delicate skin just beneath your ear. Her hips began to move, thrusting forward, meeting the back of her hand, bringing her fingers deeper, harder.

"Say it," Toph growled, breathless, feral. Lost to her pleasure. "say you'll always be mine."

"I'm all yours." You cried out, nodding frantically, your nails biting into her biceps. "This pussy is all yours baby, only you can have me like this."

She hummed, satisfied with your answer. Without warning, her pace quickened. She slipped in another finger easily, the stretch was welcomed, encouraged, as your hips lifted and met hers with a determination that sent your whimpers into broken moans.

"You going to come for me?" She asked, lips on your neck. "You want to make daddy proud?"

"Yes" your voice raised in pitch, as the pressure grew nearly painful. "Yes, I want to make you so proud-- fuck baby im about to come--"

Her fingers curled once again, finding the spot that sent you over the edge every time. Your body locked around her, back arched off the bed, your vision blurred as she continued to fuck you through it. Wave after wave of your powerful orgasm squirted out of you, painting her stomach and thighs, leaking onto the bed sheet underneath. She waited for the last tremors of your orgasm before she gently pulled out.

Toph hovered over you and placed a slow, deep kiss to your lips before getting up and walking towards the bathroom where she knew clean towels were stored. Your arm covered your eyes. You were panting, still shaking from the intensity of it. You could still feel her fingers in you, it was a welcomed ache that made you smile.

Toph returned after a moment with a fresh towel, and a bottle of water she went to grab from the kitchen. She climbed back onto the bed and gently pulled your legs apart as she wiped between your tighs with attentive care. Afterwards she handed you the water bottle to drink.

You took a few sips, ready to return the favor. When her ear twitched, she listened carefully to your movements and counted how many sips you took. her voice was firm, demanding when it filled the room.

"Drink more, you'll need the energy."

You uncapped the bottle and sipped until you knew she would be satisfied. Her hand rested on your thigh the entire time, rubbing absent circles. You offered what was left in the bottle to her, holding it up to her lips as she sipped.

"You did so well for me sweetheart." She said, her voice thick with want. "But I'm not done with you yet."

Toph crawled up your body, kissing your breast, kneading the flesh there before rolling her tongue around your nipple. You hummed, back arching, offering yourself to her.

"I love the way your body responds to me." She purrs, taking your other breast into her mouth and giving it the same attentive care. "So needy."

"Come here." You grasped at her shoulders, pulling her up, desperate to feel her lips on yours again.

You would never tire of kissing her.

Toph's mouth crashed against yours, her hands gripping your jaw, tilting your head back as she kissed deep, and slow, her tongue pressing past your lips.

You could feel the pressure building as your arousal became a persistent hum again. Toph might not be able to physically see how much you needed her, but you made sure she could feel it, and hear it in the way you moaned into her ear.

With one last kiss she pulled away, lifting your leg, shifting her position so she was straddling it. She bent it towards your chest, your years of waterbender training had its perks, your flexibility always shined in moments like this.

Toph grabbed one of the pillows by the head of the bed and tapped your legs so you could lift. You helped her position the pillow right under you to elevate your hips. She then reclaimed her rightful place between your legs, and lowered herself down. Your wet dripping centers meeting in the middle.

Toph held you firmly in place as she rocked against you. Sliding her wet heat against your swollen center as you whimpered underneath her.

"That's it baby." you murmured, looking up at her. Watching every micro expression as she sought out her own pleasure. "just like that."

Toph let out a soft, broken moan, this time with more purpose. She gripped your thigh, using it for leverage as she moved against you, smearing her own wetness all over your soaking cunt in circular motions.

"Use me." You whispered, voice fraying at the edges. "take what you need."

Her hips stuttered as you talked her through it.

"You look so beautiful baby, letting yourself go like this."

That did something to her, you felt it in the way she gasped, in the sudden urgency of her movements, her rhythm changed, she was grinding harder now, faster.

Toph hooked your leg over her shoulder, hands on either side of you, the angle changed as she lifted, and suddenly you could feel all of her.

"Ohhh," you moaned, gripping the sheets. "That's..."

The sounds that were coming from her were harsher now, her breathing quick as she leaned down; connecting your lips. It wasn't a kiss, there wasnt any pressure to it. Just your tongues swiping at each other, the feel of her slipping into your mouth, claiming you in every way as she fastly approached her release.

"You feel so good baby, so wet, your body was made for this, made for me." You gasped.

Toph's hair fell as a curtain around you, her hips continuing their onslaught, making you a blabbering mess. You were approaching your second orgasm of the night fast.

"You're the only one that has ever made me feel like this. " Toph choked, eyes burning. "Fuck, you feel so perfect against me, let me hear how good im making you feel baby."

You whimpered at the praise, hands grasping at her shoulders As Toph's hips stuttered, Picking up their pace. Tophs thrust became feverish as her orgasm came barreling towards her. You were moaning loudly in her ear now, not caring about the volume or the neighbors as the head board slammed into the wall.

"Im about to come." Toph announced hoarsely, nearly breaking apart already. She pressed her forehead against yours. You met her thrust clumsily. "Yes right there- please, baby, come with me!!"

You held her tightly, fingers digging into her shoulders and down her muscular arms hard enough to leave visible marks. A sharp broken cry escaped Toph's lips, her entire body clenched- hips jerking, once, twice, as her powerful orgasm overtook her.

Just the sight of it alone, was enough to have you crying out, as you followed shortly after her, lifting your hips to grind up into her until she fell forward, her arms giving way.

Both of your breathing was labored as toph settled on top of you, body slick with sweat and thighs painted with both of your slick. Her face was buried in your neck. Her eyelids fluttering shut as she kissed the skin there.

You held on to her, your arms wrapping around her possessively, never wanting the intimacy of being held after the way you just made love to each other to end.

Toph was quiet, relaxed in a way she hasn't been in weeks. Your fingers trailed up and down her spine. Causing her skin to erupt in goosebumps.

"Baby." You whispered after a few mintues. Gently shaking her, she was fully on top of you and you knew if it were up to her she'd fall asleep right here. You couldn't, you needed a shower and a fresh change of sheets. "Are you falling asleep on me?"

"Comfy." she mumbled against your skin with no intention of moving anytime soon. "Stay."

You immediately shifted. Her body was heavy, and her arms were still tight around you, but she allowed you some wiggle room to move. And you took the opportunity to sit up fully in bed, your back rested against the headboard. Somehow she still found a way to hold onto you in the process, her large arm draped across your naked lap.

And thats when you saw it, the red angry marks from your nails that were blooming on her skin in patterns. Your cheeks flushed at the sight of them. You would definitely have to heal that before she left out for work in the morning.

Your stomach growling interrupted the peaceful bliss you were in. You hadn't eaten since the early hours of the morning before your shift, most takeout spots were closed this time of night. There was a takeout spot that served a variety of food from each nation a couple blocks away. It was a longer walk for this time of the night but worth it. From what you remember they served the best beef stew. Your stomach rumbled again at the mere thought of it.

You looked over at toph, who was nearly asleep beside you, you reached over, fingers tangling in her thick locks of hair as you tucked a strand behind her ear so you could see her face clearly.

"I'm starving," you say, lifting her arm off of you so you can slip out of the bed and shower. "I'm going to shower and then pick up some food from the shop down the street, do you want anything?"

The moment she couldn't feel your warmth anymore, Toph's eyes fluttered open. She groaned at the slickness between her thighs and sat up, stretching.

"What's the place called again?" Toph asked, trying to recall what she ordered last time but drawing a blank.

"Narlook's eatery, they have that steamed fish you like, with the yellow rice." You shouted from the bathroom, stepping into the water as the steam curled around you.

You were halfway through your shower when toph emerged in the doorway of the bathroom, lilyweed she had just rolled and lit on the stove between her fingers, she lifted it to her lips, inhaling, holding it for a moment, before it came out through her nose. She was still naked, all muscle and defined curves. She looked incredible, and it was becoming increasingly hard not to pick up where you left off and say screw dinner.

Toph smirked from where she stood, she noticed the subtle change in your heart beat, the arousal that clung to you earlier returning. You knew she could feel the heat of your gaze, and honestly you didn't care. You shut the shower off, stepped out, wrapping the towel that was resting on the faucet around you.

Toph strided in, all bravado, she was happy, relaxed. She handed you the lilyweed and you gladly accepted. You leaned against the sink as toph adjusted the water temp to her liking and got in.

The only area you and toph werent compatible in is the shower. You liked your shower water scorching hot, she preferred it several degrees cooler. It was one of the many reasons you never took showers together. It almost always ended in the both of you fighting over the temperature.

"I never got to ask you how your trip was." You said after a long moment, a puff of smoke curling in the air. "Were you able to get the information you needed?"

"Some of it." she answered vaguely, her voice tight. "Is this really what you want to talk about after I give you mind blowing sex? My work?"

"Fine." You conceded, tone playful. "Only because you did so well opening up tonight."

You didn't even have to turn around to see her roll her eyes because you knew she had done it. You laughed, shaking your head as you left the bathroom and got to work cleaning up the mess you made in the bed.

aang’s eyes would widen the moment he feels you pressing the palm of your hands against his chest-

heart beating erratically when he catches sight of your seductive smile before suddenly being pushed onto the bed. he lands on his back with an audible grunt, in a bit of a daze when he finally registers the sensation of your weight on top of his body.

the avatar swallows thickly, looking up at you with a half-lidded gaze as he sees the way you stretch over his powerful body, unable to stop the way his eyes inevitably trail down to your barely clothed form as your smile then turns saccharine-

its innocent gesture hiding your true intentions when you slowly lift up the cloth of your nightgown before tossing it aside, revealing your bare form to him. aang’s eyes suddenly darken considerably, losing its once stormy grey tone as you were met with a pure onyx gaze. licking at your lips, you allow the evidence of your arousal to drip down on him before slowly settling down on his steadily growing erection.

you both toss your heads back at the sudden sensation of your slickness massaging the underside of aang’s manhood, allowing to you feel every pulsating inch of him as you chased your high. moans of your name echo throughout your chambers as you plant the palm of your hands against his chest, your eyes clenched shut as you focused solely on chasing your high.

the hedonistic sensation of aang’s velvet hardness against your slick heat was enough to make you cry out to him. the mushroom tip of his cock kept catching on to your swollen clit, making the thread that was felt deep within your abdomen threatening to snap at any second now-

and when aang suddenly flips you over, pressing you back down against the damp sheets before swiftly entering you-

you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head, your cunt already fluttering around the airbender’s thick cock as you came around him just seconds later. the pleasure was so intense-

so all consuming that you couldn’t stop the tears from flowing out of your eyes. keeping himself deeply connected to you, aang begins moving against you, telling you whispered praises that leaves your toes curling as you spread your legs even wider for him.

katara was always so achingly beautiful in your eyes, and tonight was no different.

she appeared more sheepish now, unable to meet your gaze even as you began kissing down the side of her smooth neck.

i’ve never done this before… especially with another woman…

you simply giggled at her quiet confession, whispering reassurances in her ear about how you would take care of her and worship her like the goddess she was.

with soft touches, you slowly peel back the layers of her clothes, not stopping until she was bare for you. feeling your heart beating within the confines of your throat, you slowly made your descent toward her form-

lips already latched on to the side of her neck as you began pressing heated kisses down her skin. you bask in her soft mewls of your name, allowing her sweet voice to send pinpricks of heat down your spine as you felt the familiar ache between your legs.

soon enough, your kisses down her body were filled with desperation, with your teeth gently biting down and marking her beautiful skin. your own clothes now began to feel like a barrier as you quickly shed them off before spreading your legs wide open.

framing at your beloved waterbender’s face, you carefully settle your aching flower over hers, feeling the evidence of her sweet arousal mixing with yours as you began moving your hips against hers. her sweet gasps instantly turn into moans of your name-

and you watch with a quiet reverence how her breasts seem to bounce in tune with your movements, making you even more addicted to her beauty as you continue your ministrations on her form-

never wishing for this night of worship to end.

sokka had a cocky grin on his face when you told him how you wanted to take charge tonight.

but of course. what kind of man would i be if i denied my woman of her needs?

he lays back against the bed without putting up a fight, the cocky grin still on his face as he rests his head on top of an arm. his eyes seemed to glitter with mischief, as if silently telling you give me your best shot.

you bite down on your bottom lip before focusing on the fabric of his pants. remaining on top of him, you quickly pulled them down-

revealing his half hard cock to you as you slowly began stroking him.

ngh! sokka was no longer smirking now, his body taut with tension as he felt the way your hands kept stroking him. you seemed to know his body like the back of your own hand, squeezing at all the right moments while tracing at each pulsating vein with an expertise that leaves him breathless.

and when he felt as though he were so close to exploding-

that was when you made your move.

you quickly set aside the flimsy material that covers your bottom half, gripping at sokka’s cock before coming down on him-

not stopping until he was fully sheathed inside of you as you began a painfully slow pace. he no longer had the cocky expression, now left begging for more as he tried to grip at your hips-

only to have you slap his hands away.

you end up leaning forward to whisper playfully in his ear,

now say please.

PLEASE!

with those final words, you stop your torturous pace, finally unleashing your true desires on him as you rode him with a reckless abandon.

you had lost count of the sheer amount of times toph had made you cum with her mouth alone.

you were left a panting mess, back settled over her bed as the blind earthbender had you pinned on top of it. the sheets were ruined with the evidence of your release, and you were left begging for more.

she closes her eyes, pressing a kiss against your shining cunt that remained wet with the evidence of your prior climax. letting out a hum, toph slowly moves away from you, taking something out of the small table settled beside her bed.

finally catching your breath, you were curious as to what she pulled out-

only to feel your throat go dry and your cheeks turn considerably hotter upon seeing a rather… thick and long, phallic shaped item made of what looked to be a metallic material.

“what is that…?” you ask your lover, only to gasp when you saw her put one end of the item into her heat. she lets out a grunt, eyes shimmering with mischief as she leans in to whisper in your ear, “let’s just say… it’s something i bought to help us both feel good.”

distracting you with heated kisses, you allow toph to slowly spread your legs before inserting the other end of the toy inside of you, making you toss your head back at the sudden intrusion. with her focus entirely on you, she begins moving, making you feel the heavy material sliding in and out of your channel, creating a sinful friction that was hard to ignore as you cried out to her.

soon, you felt the familiar snap within your abdomen, and when toph coaxes you to look down at where you were both connected-

you swore you were close to passing out right then and there.

the sight of your lower half being connected to toph’s was enough to make you gasp, unable to hold back your release as you felt your walls clenching around the metallic toy. as if fascinated by it, you watch as toph thrusts herself down on it with her back arched, seeing the evidence of yours and her juices flowing down the metal as you felt a rush of heat blossoming within your veins at the sight.

there was a reason why zuko hired an army of his men to stand outside of his chambers tonight.

and that was solely because of how you had his cock fully within the confines of your mouth.

the lord of the fire nation was forced to be settled back against his luxurious bed as you teased him with the sheer material of your nightgown. such gossamer threads did little to cover the most intimate parts of your body.

of course he would be fully erect at the sight-

and of course, he would be foolish not to accept your wishes of needing to please him.

with his expensive garments tossed to the floor, zuko watches with his mouth open in a gape as you trailed some kisses down his cock. he feels the blood rushing down to the length of his manhood, already pulsating with need for you.

you hum in response to his groan, allowing your hot mouth to surround him as you bobbed your head back and forth. you allow your tongue to trace at his pulsating veins, waiting for that telltale twitch before quickly pulling away.

you let go of his cock from the confines of your mouth with an audible pop! relishing in the way the powerful firebender in all of the nation was reduced to mere whimpers and gasps of your name.

you give him an apologetic smile and decide to finally put him out of his misery. lifting up the sheer material of your gown, you reveal your naked sex to him while watching as his eyes became hungrier.

yes, that’s right my darling flame. give it to me.

and that was all the urging you needed needed.

planting both hands on top of his broad shoulders, you slowly came down on him, taking in every inch of his cock until your hips finally met with his. giving him one last kiss against his lips, you fell back and steadied yourself on the top of his thighs before undulating your hips up and down his cock.

this new position allowed zuko to reach even deeper within your heat, with your body running on pure instinct now as you kept bouncing yourself on his cock.

the sounds of your lovemaking and cries were enough to alert zuko’s soldiers that they needed to steer clear of his room-

unless they wished to face their lord’s wrath if they ever bore witness to your naked form making sweet love to your beloved husband.

end notes: i really enjoyed my last drabble for the older crew, and decided to write for the rest of the gaang. it’s been a while since i wrote so intimately for women characters so i apologize if this ended up being an unedited mess! ;;

You were across the city when the radio crackled to life, the frantic tone of the dispatcher sending a jolt of adrenaline through your veins.

All available units were ordered to the Dragon Flats for a code red.

The reports that were coming in were grim. A rogue firebender, most likely gang affiliated, had seized a local merchant shop, holding an entire family hostage inside after a dispute. From what you could gather over the radio chatter, he has already gone as far as igniting a localized blaze in the kitchen.

It was a calculated, tactical move. The inferno trapped the hostages securely in the main storefront while effectively keeping the responding waterbenders at bay outside. Every single exit had been reinforced with heavy steel barricades and rigged with highly volatile blasting jelly, turning the entire shop into an active, ticking death trap which means he couldn't have been working alone.

It wasn’t just the overwhelming danger that made your blood run cold. It was your intimate, firsthand knowledge of exactly how Toph operated when innocent lives were on the line. She didn't just bend the rules, she flattened them into scrap metal, and you knew her stubborn hero complex always flared brightest when the stakes were at their absolute highest.

You threw a leg over your motorcycle, the engine’s sudden roar a violent mechanical snarl that perfectly matched the furious heat building in your chest. With a sharp, aggressive kick to the stand, you twisted the throttle and peeled away from the curb in a cloud of burning rubber.

You tore through the congested, gridlocked Republic City traffic with a practiced grace. Leaning your powerful frame dangerously hard into every sharp turn, your eyes locked entirely on the thick column of black smoke rising ominously over the Dragon Flats.

You weren't wearing the standard issue clunky metalbending armor today. There was no way you could maintain your necessary agility on a high speed bike while trapped inside that heavy plating. One of the distinct perks of being the Chief’s wife and her most trusted tactical partner was the executive leniency to ditch the restrictive tin suit for a custom tailored RCPD tactical uniform.

The dark, reinforced fabric was form fitting, stretching taut across your broad shoulders and straining visibly against the sheer mass of your muscular arms. Your physique was a testament to the years of relentless conditioning and raw power.

With your hair pulled back into a tight bun, and sun glasses covering your eyes, you looked less like a typical beat cop and more like an impending force of nature. Most civilians took one look at the way you filled out that uniform and assumed you were an elite bodyguard or a professional heavyweight trainer, completely unaware that you were actually the Chief's wife and one of the most capable officers on the entire force.

The wind whipped violently past you as you leaned dangerously hard into a sharp turn, your heart hammering a frantic, suffocating rhythm against your ribs. You knew Toph better than anyone else alive. Which means you knew with absolute certainty that she simply did not believe in the concept of waiting for backup, especially when innocent lives were on the line. To her stubborn, reckless mind, backup was nothing more than a crowd of people getting in her way. But to you, it was the definitive line between coming home to a living wife or a hollow memory.

The scene was a symphony of pure chaos. It was a sensory overload of shouting voices, the wail of sirens, and the thick, acrid stench of soot that coated the back of your throat with each breath you took. You didn't slow down for any of it. You weaved through the crowd and brought your motorcycle to a violent, sliding halt right against the yellow crime scene tape. The media cameras swiveled toward you like a pack of starving wolves, their flashes instantly catching the rigid set of your jaw as you dismounted from your bike.

You ducked under the perimeter tape with practiced ease, your heavy, purposeful stride radiating an intense gravity that made the swarming reporters instinctively shrink back. You completely ignored their shouted questions, your focus locked entirely on the smoke clogged storefront ahead of you. Every single step you took sent a specific, thrumming vibration deep into the earth. It was a dense, powerful signature you knew Toph would recognize the exact millisecond it registered against her soles.

Your wife is here.

Just ahead, the precinct captains were huddled around a blueprint of the building, their voices a useless hum of panicked tactical jargon. Your eyes darted right past them, cutting through the swirling black haze to find your wife.

Toph was standing dangerously close to the front line, her head tilted at that sharp, calculating angle she always used when she was listening to a structure’s internal skeleton.

She looked deceptively small against the immense backdrop of the towering, hungry flames, but you could see the way her muscles were coiled beneath her armor. She was practically vibrating with that restless, reckless energy she always exhibited right before doing something that typically ended with you nearly having a heart attack. You knew that exact stance, it was the chilling look of a woman who was about to leap directly into a blazing furnace, completely bypass protocol, and nonchalantly call it a Tuesday.

“Status report!” You barked the second you reached the tactical command table, your booming voice cutting through the sirens and frantic chatter like a razor sharp whip.

The precinct captains instantly turned to you, their faces pale with a collective look of sheer relief as they abandoned their useless bickering. They recognized the authority in your voice and more importantly, they knew you were the only person in Republic City who could actually talk some sense into the chief.

“Captain,” The senior officer stammered, thrusting the charcoal smudged blueprints into your hands. “The suspect has completely barricaded the front entryway with reinforced iron plating. But that's not the worst of it, our scouts just confirmed the entire frame is rigged with high-grade blasting jelly. If anyone tries to bend that steel door or apply kinetic force, the whole storefront is going to blow. The Chief won't listen to us! She’s preparing to breach solo because the fire is hitting the support beams and we're out of time!”

Across the pavement, Toph’s head snapped slightly to the side at the sound of the captain's frantic explanation. She let out a loud, irritated groan, her heavy porcelain boots grinding against the cobblestones as she felt your furious presence locking onto her position.

You strode aggressively past the command table, the heavy thud of your boots vibrating through the pavement until you were positioned directly behind her. You didn't give a damn who was watching, not the circling media wolves, the whispering junior officers, or the panicked crowd behind the barricades. You stepped directly into her personal space, the imposing shadow of your towering frame completely eclipsing her as you loomed over.

“You know, hot stuff, you're blocking my light.” Toph muttered, not even bothering to turn around as she kept her unseeing eyes locked onto the glowing storefront.

A sharp, cocky smirk tugged at the corner of her lips, her stance shifting just enough to let you know she had been tracking your furious approach the exact millisecond your boots hit the pavement. She could feel the rapid, thudding pulse of your heart and the pure, white hot adrenaline radiating from your massive frame.

“Besides,” She added, her voice dripping with that signature, infuriating Beifong arrogance as she cracked her knuckles, “You're disrupting the vibrations. If you're just here to admire the view from behind, you're going to have to wait until I finish saving these people.”

“Absolutely not,” You hissed, the low, dangerous rumble of your voice vibrating intensely through the narrow space between you. “You are not doing this.”

She didn't turn around, but her shoulders instantly stiffened, her dense muscles coiling with that familiar, hyper stubborn tension you knew all too well.

“I have to,” Toph countered, her voice tight with the raw, volatile surge of adrenaline that usually made her feel completely invincible. "I can feel the family trapped in the back room through the stone. The fire is eating right through the floorboards, and that firebender is completely losing his mind. I'm the only one on this entire force who can tear through those reinforced steel barricades without bringing the whole damn roof down on top of their heads.”

You reached out, your large hand hovering just inches from her shoulder, trembling violently with a mix of fury and pure, suffocating dread.

“You’re going in without the proper gear,” You rasped, your voice thick with the rising smoke and the crushing weight of your fear. “You’re heading into an absolute inferno where you won't be able to feel a damn thing the second the ground gets too hot or the air thickens into a solid wall of ash. You’ll be blind in there, Toph. Truly blind.”

“I have my ways,” She snapped, though the defensive retort lacked its usual biting conviction.

She hated being told she couldn't do something, it went against everything she stood for. Toph's fingers twitched against her sides, her usual unshakeable posture fracturing just enough to betray the slight tremor of hesitation beneath her stubbornness.

Through the thin soles of her boots, Toph could feel the frantic thrum of your pulse that vibrated right through the concrete, betraying just how terrified you were of losing her to the flames.

“Not this time you don’t,” You tell her, closing the remaining distance until the taut fabric of your tactical shirt nearly brushed her spine. You stood a full foot taller, possessing twice her physical mass, and right now, the raw, protective instinct roaring through your veins was utterly undeniable. “If those blasting jelly canisters detonate while you're trying to tunnel through, you'll be buried alive. I am not losing my wife to some two bit arsonist just because you’re too damn proud to wait for a tactical shield.”

“There is no time!” She finally spun around on her heel, her pale, unseeing eyes narrowed in pure, mounting frustration as she shoved her palms hard against your chest. Her breathing was already shallow, her frame heaving heavily against yours. “They're terrified! I can feel their pulses thudding frantically through the floorboards, and the rhythm is spiking. They’re suffocating right now while you waste precious seconds playing protector!”

The blistering radiation of the nearby fire washed over the both of you, heating the heavy metal plating of Toph's uniform until it practically glowed, mirroring the friction sparking between you. For all her stubborn posturing and trademark arrogance, the raw, bleeding desperation in her voice was dangerously real. In that moment you realized she wasn't just fighting for her ego anymore. Toph was actively listening to a family slowly die in the dark, and the agonizing helplessness of it was tearing her apart from the inside out.

“Then let me go first,” You challenged, crossing your arms over your chest. The dark fabric of your RCPD shirt strained visibly against your biceps. “I’ll take the lead. You support me from the perimeter. But you are absolutely not walking into a death trap alone while I stand here and watch.”

Toph let out a harsh, frustrated growl, her bare toes digging aggressively into the cracked asphalt. For a tense, agonizing second, Toph felt the sheer weight of your presence pressing down on her. The two of you stood completely locked in a silent battle of wills while the burning building groaned behind you.

“You can’t do what I do,” Toph argued, her voice cracking under the intense strain. “I'm also smaller than you so it'll be easier to tunnel alone. I'm the only one that knows exactly where the fire is right now.”

“I am your partner and your wife. If you go, I go end of discussion.” You stubbornly fired back, the explosive boom of your voice making the nearby junior officers flinch and back away.

“You're making a scene,” Toph growled, her chin jerking up as she caught the prying vibrations of the gathering press and the surrounding perimeter squads locking onto both of you. It was a high profile distraction she absolutely could not afford right now, but you didn't give a damn about public relations.

“I don't give a damn about the scene I'm making.” You muttered, your voice dropping to a lethal, quiet whisper. You stepped in closer, your large frame shielding her from the prying eyes of the press and the perimeter squads. You clenched your hands into fists at your sides to hide the way they were visibly shaking. “Smoke doesn't care how great of an earthbender you are, Toph. It’ll still suffocate you. Superheated air will still blister your skin.”

You leaned down, your face inches from hers, forcing her to feel the absolute, raw intensity of your panic. “You go in alone, and you’re gambling with the only thing I can’t replace. Don't do this to me. Not today.”

Toph shifted her weight, her jaw locking into a hard, unyielding line. "If I don't go right now, the floor is going to collapse. The seismic feedback is already getting muddy. I’m the only one who can tunnel in directly underneath them.”

She didn't wait for your permission or the tactical shield. Before you could grab her armored arm to drag her back, she gave a sharp, violent stomp. The cobblestones beneath her boots completely liquefied, swallowing her whole as the earth sealed shut above her head.

“TOPH!” You roared, your hands slamming onto the stone, clawing desperately at the exact spot where she had just been standing. But the asphalt had already fused completely back together.

Around you, the chaos fractured into pure panic.

“Chief's inside! Move! Move!” The Sergeant screamed, his voice cracking over the roar of the blaze as the waterbenders doubled their efforts. High-pressure streams of water slammed violently into the blistering storefront, exploding on contact into a blinding, suffocating wall of white steam as the remaining glass shattered into a million pieces.

It was almost like you were in a trance. You zeroed in with your own seismic sense, focusing on the faint, muffled thuds of earth shifting heavily beneath the burning structure. It was a low, grinding vibration that bypassed the scream of the sirens, pulsing straight up through the soles of your boots. You stood rooted to the spot, your arms crossed so tightly over your chest that the seams of your uniform shirt groaned and tore around your shoulders.

Every single time the burning building buckled or a fresh plume of thick black smoke erupted violently into the sky, a jolt of raw terror shot through your veins, immediately followed by an overwhelming surge of fury. Toph had heard your voice break, and she had still deliberately left you behind to handle the consequences of her recklessness alone.

You weren't sure how long she was trapped in there. Five minutes, maybe ten, each second that stretched out felt like an eternity. Every officer on the scene stayed absolutely clear of you, terrified to get anywhere near the destructive war raging inside your chest.

It was when the sidewalk thirty feet away started bulging and cracking violently that you felt the tension in your shoulders finally ease. You watched as a massive slab of earth tilted up like a trapdoor, accompanied by an exploding plume of gravel and blinding dust.

Toph emerged first, her face completely masked in thick gray soot, her heavy metal bending uniform singed and blackened at the joints. She reached back down into the hole, pulling a sobbing mother and two terrified children out of the tunnel, followed by a subdued suspect.

The relief that flooded through you was instantaneous, a sharp gasp hit your lungs like you were finally remembering how to breathe again. But the vulnerability lasted only a moment before it was swallowed whole by a surge of cold, obsidian rage. She was alive. She had saved them. But as you watched the medics swarm the traumatized family, your eyes locked onto your wife.

The crowd around her erupted into cheers. The media swarmed forward like the vultures that they are. Toph stood there for a moment, hands resting on her plated knees, coughing harshly from the thick smoke she’d inhaled.

Toph slowly straightened up, wiping her brow with a shaking, dirt-caked hand. She could feel the heat of your glare from where you stood. Your furious pulse felt like a localized earthquake traveling straight up into her bare feet.

She tried to play it off, letting out a dry, forced chuckle as she sensed your massive frame approaching.

“See? Told you..I had it... handled,” She wheezed, her voice raspy from the smoke, but the bravado in her tone was thin and brittle.

You didn't give her a response. Instead, you reached down and gripped the heavy metal edge of her collar, your large, calloused hand locking onto the plate with unyielding force. You wrenched her forward, not enough to throw her off balance, but enough to let her feel how serious you were.

“Home. Now,” You whispered low enough that only she could hear.

Toph stiffened, her smirk faltering. She could feel the tension in your grip and the way your muscles were coiled like a spring. And she knew she had pushed you entirely too far this time.

The walk to your motorcycle was a blur of red hot adrenaline and icy dread. Every step you took felt like the earth was cracking beneath your boots. You didn't look back at the shop or acknowledge the officers patting Toph on the shoulder. You kept your piercing eyes forward and your grip on her arm firm.

You reached the bike and gripped the handlebars so hard the metal groaned. Your knuckles were white, matching the sudden paleness of your face. Behind you, you heard Toph’s light, hesitant footsteps. She was trailing you, her usual swagger replaced by a cautious, grounding gait.

“Get on,” You growled, your voice sounding like grinding stone.

Toph didn't argue. She didn't make a joke about you being bossy or comment on the scene you were making. She climbed onto the back of the bike, her ash covered hands sliding around your waist. Usually, this was your favorite part of the day, feeling her press against your back as you ride around the city. But right now, her touch only reminded you of how close she had come to never touching you again.

You kicked the bike into gear and tore away from the curb, the engine’s scream drowning out the noise of the city. You drove with a terrifying focus, leaning into corners with a reckless precision that mirrored your internal state.

By the time you pulled up to your apartment building, the sun was dipping low, casting long, bruised shadows across the street. You killed the engine, but you didn't get off right away. You sat there in the sudden, ringing silence, your hands still fused to the grips.

“I had to do it, and deep down you know that.” Toph whispered against your back, her voice uncharacteristically small. “I’m the Chief. If I don't-”

The problem was you did know, and that somehow made it infinitely worse. You knew her duty, you knew her power, and you knew the heavy burden of the metal badge she wore. But you couldn't think about that now. Not when your anger was burning so hot it felt like physical flames licking at your skin, consuming the last shreds of sound logic and patience that you had.

“Don't,” You cut her off, your voice cracking. “Don't you dare talk to me about your job right now or downplay what happened to justify why you did it. You didn't just risk the Chief today, you risked my wife.”

You stood up, the heavy motorcycle rocking violently under your sudden movement. You marched straight toward the entrance without checking to see if she was following. You knew she was. She had no choice. Tonight, she was going to have to face the one thing in this city that she couldn't bend or break, you.

The silence in the apartment was heavier than any stone Toph could move. You didn't turn on the lights. You moved through the hallway with a terrifying efficiency, your broad shoulders cutting a dominant silhouette against the city lights that filtered through the blinds.

“Sit,” You commanded, kicking the wooden stool in the kitchen towards her.

The low, uncompromising rumble of your voice left no room for argument. Toph sighed, her heavy metal boots dragged slightly against the floor as she complied. Her frame looked smaller, almost vulnerable as she sat down in the dim light. She kept her head tilted downward, her bare feet absorbing the intense vibration of your furious heartbeat thrumming through the floorboards.

You stepped directly into her space, your large frame completely blocking out the amber city light. Without a word, you reached out and bent the heavy metal plating straight off her body, your raw power peeling away the iron armor to reveal the ashen, singed clothing underneath.

The intense heat coming off your skin was evident against her bare face as you pulled the ruined fabric right over her head, tossing the blackened garment into a forgotten heap on the floor. Next came her tight under bindings and the tactical belt. You continued to strip away every article of clothing until she was left entirely exposed to your gaze.

Your eyes immediately found the blemishes on her skin, tracing the faint, angry red marks where the extreme heat of the blaze had begun to irritate her skin. The sight of it, the definitive, undeniable proof of just how close that fire had gotten to taking her away from you made your chest ache.

Toph sat perfectly still on the wooden stool, her skin shivering slightly as the cool air of the apartment hit her bare shoulders. Her breath hitched in her throat as your large, calloused fingers gently traced the angry red marks left by the heat. For a fleeting second, the vulnerability between you was raw and heavy with the unspoken words that hung in the air. But Toph, being Toph, broke the silence the only way she knew how, with an off-handed comment that completely shattered the tender moment.

“I could have done that myself, you know.” She muttered after a long moment, her voice raspy from the smoke.

“You've done enough today," You snapped, gritting your teeth.

You grabbed her by the arm and led her firmly toward the bathroom. You turned the handles of the shower with a violent twist, the old pipes groaning in protest as hot steam immediately began to billow out and fill the small room.

“Get in and don't come out until I tell you. We aren't finished talking, Toph. Not by a long shot.”

You then trekked back into the bedroom and went straight into the drawer, finding the strap and the harness. You tossed them onto the mattress with a heavy, definitive thump before immediately returning to the bathroom.

You stood by the door, watching her figure disappear completely behind the swirling wall of thick steam. The fury was still there, coiling tightly in your gut, but it was being overtaken by a desperate, clawing need to make sure she was actually, physically whole.

The sound of the rushing water filled the small room, hissing loudly as it struck her skin. Through the frosted glass you watched the dark, muddy water swirl down the drain, carrying away the soot, the earth, and the remnants of your fear.

“I'm fine,” Toph croaked out, the water masking the tremor in her voice. “It was just a little smoke, Hot stuff. I've had worse scrapes in training.”

The bathroom was a thick fog of white steam as you stripped off your own shirt and clothes, letting the ruined tactical gear hit the tiles in a heavy heap. You stepped into the shower, the spray of hot water hitting your back as you moved directly behind her.

You stepped directly under the hose, completely blocking out the rest of the shower, boxing her in against the tiled wall. Your large arms encircled around her wet waist, pulling her backward until her spine was pressed firmly against your front.

“Shut up,” You nipped at her ear, causing her to hum deep in her throat. "You don't get to speak right now.”

Toph leaned her head back against your chest, her breath catching as she felt the solid, wet heat of your muscular frame pressing into her from behind. Your hands splayed up her stomach, your palms moving firmly over the solid, defined ridges of her abs. The action caused a small, barely there noise to sound in the back of her throat. It was a raw, vulnerable sound that she quickly muffled as your hands grew higher, gliding over her wet skin until you cupped the soft swell of her breasts.

Your thumbs skidded over her nipples, rolling them around your fingers before giving them a firm squeeze while you gently kneaded the flesh. Toph let out a sharp moan, her head tilting back as she instinctively ground her backside into the solid muscle of your thighs. Her hand reached up as her fingers tangled tightly into your wet hair, Toph turned her neck as she tilted her chin upwards, her lips parted in a desperate invitation for a kiss.

Because she wasn't quite tall enough to kiss you on her own, Toph gripped the nape of your neck, using all her strength and leverage to try and force you down to her level. And for a torturous second, you let her believe she was going to get exactly what she wanted. You leaned in, letting her feel the wet heat of your breath until your lips were a mere fraction of an inch apart.

Then, just as your lips were about to touch, you pulled away. The sudden loss of your warmth made her gasp, her fingers slipped helplessly from your neck. You Ignored her frustration and reached right past her for the sponge, lathering it with soap so you could continue scrubbing her skin.

“Baby come on,” Toph whined, her raspy voice dropping into a frustrated groan that echoed off the wet tiles. “You're seriously not even going to kiss me?”

Your jaw twitched, your heart was nearly beating out of your chest as Toph arched her back, rolling her hips in a circular motion in order to get you to finally give in. She was pressing herself even more firmly into your front, her cheek was flat against the cool tile wall as she moved shamelessly against you, greedily taking the friction she knew you both desperately needed.

Your eyes darkened at the sight of her bent over, face pressed against the shower wall as the heavy stream of water from the shower head slicked down her spine, acting as a lubricant that had you feeling every sharp grind as she expertly moved her hips in a way she knew you couldn't resist for long.

Your reached forward, your hands sliding down her wet sides and wrapping around her hips. And with the most restraint you have ever exercised in your entire life, you clamped your fingers down onto the skin there with a bruising, unyielding grip, completely halting her frantic movement. Toph let out a soft, frustrated whimper at the sudden loss of contact, but she yielded instantly, her body going soft against the tile.

“Turn around,” You instructed, your voice a low, heavy rumble over the sound of the rushing water.

Toph obeyed without a second thought. Her movements were slow and deliberate, her hands slid along the wet walls until she faced you. The heavy stream of the shower beat down over your shoulders, splashing directly into her face and washing away the last traces of soot and ash from her skin.

You step in close, caging her body between yours and the wall. Her pale, sightless eyes look up blindly through the cascading water, her chest heaving with shallow, ragged breaths. She looked incredibly exposed and you couldn't help the sudden overwhelming emotion that came over you.

“I cannot lose you, Toph.” You murmur, leaning down. She tilts her chin up, her hands reaching out to map the wet contours of your chest, her fingers trembling as they clutch at your shoulders. “I won't survive it.”

“You won't lose me.” She whispers, her voice cracking with a sudden, overwhelming wave of emotion. “I'm sorry baby.”

Her promise shatters the last barrier between you. You cup the back of her neck, your thumb pressing firmly against her jawline as you capture her lips in a heated kiss. Your lips moved against Toph's with a desperate, possessive rhythm as you claimed her mouth.

Toph parted her lips for you with a soft gasp as her hands tangled into your hair to pull you even closer. You deepened the kiss, your tongue licking into her mouth with a hunger you could no longer hide. It was a messy exchange, a breathless collision of grief and the profound love you both had for eachother. You kissed her until the last remnants of the day's terror melted away, replacing the fear of loss with the absolute certainty of your presence.

You suck on her lower lip, pulling it between your teeth before releasing it with a soft, wet pop. You dove right back in to kiss her again. The feel of her soft, damp lips against yours had your entire body buzzing with a dark, electric current. When you finally pull away in need of air, Toph lets out a broken whimper, her chin tilting up as she searches greedily for your lips again. But you catch her by the waist, pressing her firmly into the wall to still her.

“We can't do this here, baby,” Your breath was ragged against her neck.

“Please.” She breathed into your skin, licking a line along your collar bone before sinking her teeth into the skin there causing you to let out a shuddering breath. “I'm aching for you.”

“I know, I know baby girl. Let me get you out of here and I promise I'll take care of you and give you everything you need.”

You grabbed a large towel and wrapped it tightly around her dripping body with a desperate, crushing intensity. You pulled her into your chest so hard it felt as if you were trying to physically merge your bodies together, ensuring she could never slip away or disappear beneath the stone ever again. Toph buried her face directly into the crook of your neck, her arms locking around your neck as she allowed you to lift her completely off the wet tile floor.

Toph kept her legs coiled tightly around your hips as you carried her out of the steaming bathroom and into the dark, quiet sanctuary of the bedroom. The sudden transition to the cool air made her shiver, but it didnt quiet the hum of her arousal. Toph's fingers clawed desperately into the muscles of your back reminding you of her need.

The weight of the silence in the room was heavy, broken only by the sound of your uneven breathing. You laid her down onto the mattress, the heavy cotton sheets absorbed the remaining moisture as you set the damp towel to the side.

Once she was comfortable you grabbed the strap and harness and stepped into it, your movements fueled by a primal, desperate need to reclaim her. The leather and metal creaked as you cinched it over your hips, the weight of it a grounding reality. You looked down at her, the woman you had almost lost and the grief in your gut turned into a fierce, possessive hunger.

Toph lay completely still on the mattress, her sightless eyes fixed on the ceiling. Hearing the sharp, distinct sound of the harness being pulled tight against your wet skin caused her breath to hitch. Her fingers curled into the sheets, her hips tilting upward instinctively in anticipation.

“I'm going to make you feel every bit of this,” You rasped in a dark, sultry voice. “I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll never forget that you have a home to come back to.”

“Yes,” Toph begged, breathlessly. Her cunt was already aching for you as her slick heat pooled between her thighs and onto the sheets. “Make me remember baby.”

You climb onto the bed and hover over her, pressing her completely into the mattress so she could feel the cool material of the harness and every inch of the strap that she had hand carved for the both of you herself against her skin.

You lock your hands with hers, pinning her wrists flat against the sheets. Her fingers immediately curl around your grip, holding on with a desperate intensity that betrays just how deeply she needs this, needs you.

“Every single choice you make affects us both,” You murmur, your voice dropping to a low, commanding rumble against her ear. “You don't get to gamble with your life anymore.”

“I know,” Toph pants, her head rolling back into the pillows as she offers her body completely to you. Toph moves her hips upward, seeking the firm pressure of the strap but you pull back, sitting up on your knees. “I wont do it again baby please..”

“You like to be in control, don't you?” You whisper, trailing the tip of the metal along her inner thigh, barely grazing the skin. “You like being the one who decides when the floor moves and when the walls close in.”

Toph lets out a frustrated groan, her hips jerk upward again as she squirms under you. You immediately press her back down, holding her still.

“Ah, ah,” You chide darkly. “I didn't say you could move. If you move again without permission, I’m walking out of this room and leaving you exactly like this.”

Toph’s entire body goes completely rigid under your hands. A sharp, ragged breath hitches in her throat, her lips part as she swallows down a desperate whimper.

“No,” She pleaded, her voice cracking. She forces her hips to drop back against the mattress, her fingers clawing frantically into the soaked cotton sheets to keep herself still. “Don't leave. Please. I'll stay still, I'll be so good for you.”

“Good girl,” You cooed, your voice a warm purr against her ear. You let the heavy, rigid length of the strap rest against her stomach, the heat of her own desire radiating off her skin and seeping into the cool surface. “You think because you can bend mountains, you're the one who calls the shots. Out there, you play the hero. But in here with me? you don't move a single inch unless I tell you to.”

Toph lets out a shaky, trembling sob, her chest heaving violently under your shadow. She is entirely at your mercy, completely grounded by the sheer, unyielding weight of your dominance. Her toes curl into the mattress, fighting the primal urge to move, to beg, to reach for the friction, the fullness she is starving for.

Your fingers latch on to the base of the strap, dragging it along her stomach, watching as the muscles flex under the weight of it as you move lower. You guide the tip through her bush, parting her pussy lips as you circle the hood of her erect clit.

Toph's eyes slammed shut as she channeled every ounce of her focus into the agonizingly slow circles you were teasing her with. You don't stay in one place long, you dip lower, coating the base of the strap with her slick. You hover just shy of her entrance, teasing it, relishing in all the breathy sounds that were coming from her.

You begin to slowly stretch her open, but only a fraction of an inch at a time. It was a grueling, punishing crawl that forced her to feel every ridge, every heavy pocket of pressure, and the absolute reality that she has zero say in the depth or the rhythm you gave her.

“Is this what you wanted, baby?” You husk, finally pressing just a hair deeper, feeling her tight walls tremble violently around the carved length of the strap. “To be at the mercy of something you didn't see coming? To be completely helpless while someone else holds your life, your pleasure in their hands?”

A choked sound escapes her throat, a brutal knot of a protest and a desperate plea. Her toes curl into the bedsheets, clawing at the fabric as she searches for a grip, a vibration, anything to steady herself in the weightless dark.

“Answer me, Chief,” You demand with absolute authority in your tone.

“No,” She keened, her voice breaking completely with a desperate need. “I, baby, please…”

“Please what?”

You pull back almost entirely, the sudden, agonizing withdrawal leaving her empty and aching in the cold void. You look down at her, watching her chest rise and fall rapidly against the mattress as she trembles beneath you.

“Tell me exactly what you need me to do to you,” You growled. “Since you're so damn used to doing everything yourself.”

Toph’s head rolls back against the pillow, a tear finally escaping her unseeing eye.

You drag the length of the strap through her soaked folds as you wait for her answer. You watched the way her body responded, each twitch and jump of her muscles as the head of it circled her throbbing clit before dipping back into her sopping cunt. You repeated this process, circling it just enough to taunt her entrance with enough pressure to have her lips part in a breathless whimper only for you to remove the pressure immediately.

“I need you to make me come.” She cried out, her pride completely burning away. Her fingers reach up, finding your wrists and clinging to you like a lifeline. “I need you to fuck me, baby. I want it, I want you take me, claim me. Please make me yours I want to be yours.”

Toph's shaking now, her entire body vibrating with a tension that has nowhere to go so it just continues to build deep inside her. Toph's hips twitch involuntarily, desperate to close the gap, but you shift your weight, keeping her pinned and unsatisfied. Every time she thinks she’s figured out the rhythm, you change it, stalling, pulling away, or just holding perfectly still until she’s practically vibrating off the mattress.

“Stop, stop teasing me. Just give me something. Anything.”

“I'll give you something when I'm convinced you've learned your lesson,” You breathed. You trailed your hand down her stomach and sides, your fingers digging into her hip as you continue the slow, agonizing friction at her opening. “Tell me what happens when you go in without backup.”

Toph’s head thrashes harder against the pillow, she grits her teeth so tightly that her jaw aches. The agonizing pressure at her opening is driving her to the absolute brink of her release but it's not enough to tip her over and you knew that.

Her eyes were shining with tears as the overstimulation had become too much. She tried to squeeze her thighs together but your strong, calloused hands gripped them, keeping her legs apart and open for you as you eased the cool metal of the cock through her folds, purposely dipping into her entrance with a slow roll of your hips before pulling out.

“I... I put myself in danger,” She chokes out, the admission sounding like it's being forced out of her.

The confession hangs heavily in the quiet room, the raw truth of her words cutting through the lingering heat. You savor each broken whine that leaves her throat as she lies there, allowing you to work her body and reshape her earlier defiance into absolute surrender.

“And?” You lean forward, placing an open mouth kiss to her stomach, your tongue sweeping one of her abs. “And what does that do to me?”

“It... it scares you,” Toph whispers, her voice completely crumbling into raw vulnerability. “It makes you think you're going to lose me.”

You pause instantly. You hold yourself perfectly still, letting that realization sink in, forcing her to sit with the crushing weight of her own words while she is still hovering on the ragged edge of a release you refuse to grant just yet.

“Please,” Toph sobs, Her fingers reach up, finding the corded muscles of your biceps and digging into them. “I promise I won't do it again. I promise. Just please stop teasing me.”

Toph was not one to beg, she rarely does it. So hearing the desperate crack in her voice told you everything you needed to know. She would never make this mistake again. You sat up then, lining yourself up, watching the way her pussy lips spread and her entrance widened as you drove into her with a slow, agonizingly deep thrust.

“Thats my girl.” You purr, your voice a deep, satisfied hum. “Now remember this feeling the next time you think about being a martyr.”

The fullness of the strap was a grounding weight, a physical bridge between your grief and her reality. You pushed into her with a heavy, carnal desperation, grounding your hips flush against hers as if you were trying to permanently bury a piece of yourself in her.

Your fingers indented the flesh of her thighs as you came almost completely out of her, watching the way her hole stretched in your absence, before pushing back in until the leather straps of the harness were flush against her. Your strokes were long, deep and forceful.

Toph’s arms wrapped around your neck, her fingers digging into the thick muscles of your back, pulling you closer, deeper. It was the intimacy of it that had Toph a sobbing mess. She could feel everything. The friction of the metal strap as it vibrated within her with each thrust, the heat and fullness of her cunt as it stretched to accommodate the girth of it. The feeling was overwhelming, to be so aware of every vibration, every sound, every thrum of your heart as it met in time with each purposeful stroke as the strap drags along her inner walls.

“Don't you ever,” Your voice was a wrecked whisper, as you fucked her slow and deep, pinning her to the bed so she couldn't fast track her own release. She was only going to come when you allowed her to. When you felt she deserved it after what she put you through. “And I mean ever leave me standing on a sidewalk like that again.”

“I won't,” Toph gasped, her voice vibrating against your throat as you buried your face in the crook of her neck. "I'm right here, I promise."

You didn't stop, your movements were slow and relentless, every thrust punctuated by a sharp, shaky breath. You kissed her jaw, her pulse point, her eyelids, marking every inch of her with your grief and your love. You wanted her to feel the weight of your body, the strength in your arms, and the absolute, terrifying power of how much you needed her to stay alive.

"You're not just a legend to me, Toph," You rasped, your voice thick with a raw, terrifying honesty. "You're the air I breathe. I never want to imagine a world without you again.”

The sincerity in your words breaks the last thread of your composure. The next thrust is sharper, more pointed, the heavy collision of your thighs sending a shockwave through her entire frame. Toph's back arches completely off the mattress, a sharp, unvarnished cry erupting from her throat as you repeatedly slam into her walls, striking the most sensitive spot deep inside her.

The veins in your arms protrude under the strain as you lift almost entirely off her, pulling out until the head of the cock is barely catching her entrance, before you roll your hips and slam forcefully back into her. Every thrust is deliberate and powerful, forcing her body to slide up against the pillows until you grab her waist and pull her back down to meet your next powerful thrust that steals the air from her lungs.

Toph is completely undone. Her hands, usually steady and strong, scramble for purchase on your arms, clinging to you like you’re the only solid thing left in a world that’s currently shattering to pieces. She’s not the chief anymore, she’s just yours. Your wife, your person who was currently gasping your name with every shuddering breath as you drove into her over and over, hitting her g-spot repeatedly.

The vibrations Toph uses to sense the world were now nothing but a chaotic, thundering feedback of her own pleasure and your dominance. You traced your palms up her ribcage as you fucked her, your fingers splaying wide as you indented the skin there.

You lean down then, placing an open mouth kiss on the swell of Toph's breast, your tongue flicking lightly against the skin causing her to cry out. Your darkened eyes locked on her as you licked a line up her chest, sweeping over her throat and dragging along her jaw before you bit softly at the shell of her ear.

Your hips start to pick up more momentum, your thighs stutter as you can feel her walls clamping down on the base of the strap, making your thrust shallower as her orgasm comes barreling ahead.

“Tell me who you belong to, Toph,” You demand, the drag of the strap against that sensitive spot deep inside her was unrelenting.

“You!” Toph sobs, her voice a wrecked, beautiful sound. “I'm yours, only yours, please!”

You finally give her what she’s begging for, you lift her hips completely off the bed, holding her up, aiding her into meeting your thrust head on. The harness of the strap slammed into her clit as she had nowhere to run too. Toph's senses were buzzing, her mind short circuited as she felt every vibration of the metal strap inside her as her walls fluttered around it, hard.

Toph's body started to shake, her eyes rolled back into her head, and you watched as a powerful orgasm took over her. You looked down for just a second, and you moaned deep in your throat as you watched her cream all over your strap. The sight of it made you drive into her more, desperate to milk her for every last drop of cum that she had. You wanted her cum painted all over the metal.

“You're creaming all over my cock baby, fuck.” Your voice was ragged. “It feels good doesn't it?”

Toph couldn't speak, her thighs locked around you tight, the heels of her feet slam into your backside. You feel her toes curl against you as she tries to escape the intensity of her orgasm but you don't allow her.

There's tears in her eyes as a loud scream tore through her raw throat. Toph could feel herself constricting against the metal, every vibration of her cunt fluttering around it sending another pulse of her orgasm through her prolonging it. Her thighs trembled and you held her in place, allowing her to feel it. You could see the bulge in her belly as you continued to give her long, deep strokes.

“Fuck..” Toph's head was strewn back into the pillows, her thighs still trembling around you. “You're so deep.”

Toph clings to you, her hands grasping frantically at your shoulders as her entire body ripples with the final, heavy aftershocks of her release. Your own breathing is harsh, ragged in the quiet bedroom as her nails scratch down the tense muscles of your spine.

You buried your face into the crook of her neck, kissing and sucking on the damp skin there. Toph kept her legs locked securely around your waist, she could feel just how close you were to the edge as your strokes grew shakier, your hips rutting into her with a desperate, heavy urgency.

You focused on the feel of her, the sound of her wetness as the strap moved in and out of her. Toph's eyes slammed shut, her fingers reaching blindly at the harness straps that were tightened around your hips in a fierce attempt to hold you perfectly still against her.

“W-Want you to come with me this time.” Her words slurred at the end as her walls fluttered around you. “I’m so close again, you're fucking me so so good baby.”

And that's exactly when you felt it, a low, vibrating hum echoing from the metal buckles right against your skin.

“Fuck- Toph, I’m going to come,” You whimpered. Your momentum picked up once again, your hair was wildly scattered all over your face and sticking to your skin as you buried yourself deeper inside her. Your arms looped around her legs, your hands now on the back of her thighs, anchoring her to you as you rutted into her with fast, purposeful thrust, chasing your release.

The low hum of the buckles spiked into a rapid, electric tremor. It vibrated directly through the harness and into the carved core of the strap that was dragging along Toph's inner walls, amplifying the wet friction inside her tenfold. Toph lets out a high pitched, fractured cry against your ear, her head strewn back into the pillow.

The sound of Toph coming again causes your orgasm to slam into you with a force that made your entire body go rigid against her. Your fingers dug into her thighs so hard you were sure there would be bruises. Your clit pulsed against the vibrations. Your hips jerking to meet them.

Toph doesn't let go of the harness, instead, she grips the metal fittings even tighter, forcing you to ride out the intense, blinding wave of stimulation right along with her. Your hips lock up again, driving you all the way to the hilt as you ground down onto her, riding it out.

Toph’s legs remain locked around your waist like a vise, her thighs trembling as the deep ripples of her own orgasm continues to pulse through her. After a moment, the metal buckles of the harness finally fall silent, the intense vibration fading and leaving you both completely breathless.

You couldn't move even if you wanted to, and Toph doesn't let you. Her fingers are still tangled tightly into the straps of the harness keeping you anchored deep inside her. For a long, quiet stretch, neither of you speaks. You simply lie there, feeling every microscopic tremor and deep, internal flutter of Toph's body as she slowly comes down from the intense waves of her aftershocks.

You slowly lift your head from the crook of Toph's neck, your muscles groaning in protest as you carefully ease out of her. The sudden separation draws a sharp, quiet intake of air from Toph’s lips as her body reacts to the loss of you and your warmth.

You unbuckle the harness and let it drop onto the floor with a dull thud, freeing your hands to focus entirely on her. Toph lies completely limp against the pillows, her arms falling heavily to her sides, her bare skin shivering as the cool night air hits her damp chest.

You immediately retreat into the bathroom to grab a warm rag and take a quick detour to the kitchen to grab some water and those snacks Toph likes. When you step back into the bedroom you find Toph on her side, hugging a pillow tightly to her chest as she waits for you to return.

You stand in the doorway for a quiet moment, completely captivated by the sight of her. Your eyes slowly trace the gentle curve of her body and the soft, steady rise and fall of her chest. You couldn't help the warmth that flooded your chest as an overwhelming surge of love completely washes over you.

“You're staring again.”

A soft smile tugs at your lips as you cross the threshold, the floorboards creaking under your bare feet.

“Can you blame me?” You mumble, setting the tray of water and snacks onto the nightstand.

You sit on the edge of the mattress, the bed dipping under your weight as you unfold the warm, damp rag. With slow, meticulous care you begin to clean the sensitive skin between her thighs, wiping away the remaining slick. You lean down, pressing a lingering, tender kiss against the faint bruises from your fingers already forming on her hips and inner thighs. Toph lets out a soft, shuddering sigh at the contact, the protective tenderness in your touch grounding her.

“I love you.” You rumbled against her skin, your breath warm against the bruises.

Toph’s fingers immediately tangle into your hair, her grip gentle but firm as she pulls you upward, wanting your face close to hers.

“I know,” She says softly, her voice thick with an emotional weight she rarely lets the world see. She reaches out, her palms cupping your jawline as her thumbs trace your cheekbones to read the exact lines of your face. “I love you too hot stuff, more than you'll ever know.”

You lean into her touch, setting the damp cloth aside on the nightstand before reaching for the glass of water. You lift her head slightly, holding the cool rim to her lips so she can drink. Toph takes slow, grateful sips, the cool liquid soothing the raw ache in her throat left by the smoke from the fire.

When she finishes, she sinks back into the pillows, her clouded eyes wide and fixed on the sheets as she listens to the steady, reassuring hum of your breathing. You bend down, capturing her lips in a slow, deep, meaningful kiss that is tender and unhurried as your lips move against hers.

Toph leans into the gentle affection, a soft hum vibrating in her throat as her tension dissolves completely into the mattress. You pull back slowly, pressing a kiss to the corner of her lips before you slide under the heavy blankets. You sighed as the immediate warmth of Toph's body welcomed you as you pull her small, bare frame completely flush against your chest.

Toph rests her chin on your collarbone, a faint, teasing smirk finding its way back onto her face in the dark. “You're such a big softie.”

You chuckle, your arms tightening around her, “Only when it comes to you.”

Toph lets out a long, contented sigh, her forehead dropping heavily onto your shoulder. “Good answer.”

“The scar is rather difficult to miss,” the woman sighs.

“Oh.” Sokka shrugs. “Right. Forgot about that.”

Behind him, Zuko lets out a deeply offended sound.

“I told you this was not enough!” Zuko snaps sharply, glaring at his friend while tugging irritably at the dark fabric around his shoulders.

“Hey, it matches your outfit, alright?” Sokka defends himself quickly. He gestures between the cloak and his own belongings as if making a brilliant point. “Just like my bag matches my belt.”

Zuko stares at him silently, already regretting allowing Sokka anywhere near this plan.

The mistress clears her throat loudly, cutting through the argument.

“How may I help the Fire Lord?” she asks, now directing her full attention towards Zuko alone.

For a moment, Zuko says nothing.

His jaw instantly tightened beneath the shadows of the hood. He had faced armies, faced his father,and the worst of all — faced Azula. Yet somehow this felt worse. Because lying to his uncle was so unfair… he knew his uncle would be happy either way with any decision in the end. Yet, he still felt guilty for not being able to make at least one of his wishes come true. He didn’t want for Iroh to die with a heavy heart.

Still, he forces himself to step closer to the desk, then he takes a deep breath before speaking.

“I need to find a woman to be my wife,” he says finally.

The words sound absurd the moment they leave his mouth.

The mistress blinks once... twice.

Her pipe slips from her fingers and hits the wooden table with a loud clatter. For several long seconds, she simply stares at him as though she expects him to laugh and admit it was some sort of joke.

But Zuko’s expression never changes.

And the woman’s surprised expression slowly fades into skepticism as she straightens in her chair.

“You came to a brothel,” she says carefully, “to search for a wife?”

Even Sokka winces slightly at how ridiculous it sounded aloud.

Zuko feels heat crawl up the back of his neck beneath his collar as he nods once.

“When you say it like that, it sounds strange,” he agrees.

“Because it is strange,” the woman replies without hesitation. Her sharp eyes narrow as she studies him more carefully now, suspicion mixing with curiosity. “Most men come here seeking pleasure, not marriage.”

“I am not looking for love,” Zuko says quickly, almost too quickly.

The woman hums softly, leaning back again. She watches him the same way one might observe a wounded animal deciding whether or not to bite.

“I am certain many noble women across the nations would gladly marry the Fire Lord,” she continues. “You could choose any daughter from any wealthy family and have a wedding arranged before sunrise tomorrow.”

“I know.” Zuko exhales heavily through his nose before closing his eyes for a brief moment. “That is exactly the problem.”

His voice lowers quieter after that. Less defensive — more tired.

“I do not want to promise devotion I cannot give,” he admits. “I do not have time to become someone’s proper husband. I barely manage to rule my own nation correctly some days.”

The woman’s skeptical expression softens slightly, though not entirely.

“And yet you are still searching for a wife.”

Zuko’s gaze drops towards the wooden floorboards.

“It is important to my uncle,” he says quietly. “He wishes to see me settled before…”

The sentence dies in his throat unfinished and a sudden understanding flickers briefly across the mistress’s face.

Still, she remains cautious.

“So,” she says slowly, “you want a woman willing to stand beside you, wear royal robes, smile for the court… while knowing the marriage itself is not real.”

Zuko nods once again.

“Yes.”

The mistress studies him for a long moment after that. Not with judgment anymore, but disbelief, as though she still could not decide whether the Fire Lord standing before her was foolish or painfully sincere.

“That is strangely noble of you, My Lord,” she says at last.

“Are you saying that so he will not feel guilty before giving you money?” Sokka interrupts suddenly.

The woman turns towards him with such a deadly glare that Sokka instantly raises both hands in surrender.

“What kind of woman are you searching for?” the mistress asks, ignoring him completely.

Zuko pauses. Truthfully, he had not thought that far ahead.

Mai had been the only woman truly present in his life before this. He had loved her once, in his own difficult way, but they had never understood one another fully. Half their conversations had ended in silence or frustration.

“Appearance does not matter,” Zuko says after a long pause. “I only need someone who will listen to me… and understand me.”

Sokka gasps loudly beside him, visibly emotional.

“Oh, Zuko,” he says dramatically while clutching his chest. “But I am right here.”

He throws himself forward for an embrace, only for Zuko to plant an annoyed palm directly against his face before he can get close.

The mistress watches the two silently before shaking her head with faint amusement and a hint of doubt. Rising from her chair, she gestures towards the narrow hallway deeper within the building.

“My Lord, I will bring you our finest women,” she says calmly, not fully believing he actually means his words, “come with me.”

Before Zuko can protest, a dull thud echoes somewhere in the back of the establishment.

All three of them immediately turn towards the noise only to realize nothing was there.

“Are there… you know, ghosts here?” Sokka asks under his breath while nervously scanning the shadows around them.

“None that I know of. Only rats,” the mistress replies dismissively. “They are always finding their way inside. Ignore it.”

Zuko gives a small nod before stepping past Sokka and following after the woman. The wooden floor creaks beneath his boots as he steps towards the hallway.

“Wait here,” he tells Sokka over his shoulder just before vanishing around the corner.

“Are you leaving me alone in here with rats? The possible Ghosts!?” Sokka asks scared, while looking around, but Zuko is long gone.

***

The room she brought him into was dimly lit by dozens of candles, their warm glow dancing against the deep red walls and golden details carved into the architecture. Expensive silks draped elegantly from the ceiling, and the scent of incense lingered faintly in the air. Every part of the room spoke of luxury and exclusivity.

This was clearly reserved for the wealthiest clients.

Or, perhaps, for the Fire Lord himself.

Yet despite the comfort surrounding him, Zuko felt restless.

His fingers tapped quietly against the arm of the cushioned seat beneath him before stopping abruptly. He exhales slowly through his nose, shoulders tense.

He disliked this.

He disliked sitting here, waiting to choose a woman as if he was selecting fine jewelry from a merchant’s stall. He had clearly asked for someone easy to speak to, someone capable of understanding him, yet the mistress had looked at him with obvious disbelief the moment he claimed appearance did not matter.

She had agreed politely enough.

But Zuko was not foolish.

A woman like her, one who had spent years surrounded by men and their desires, clearly did not believe him. In her eyes, men always wanted beauty first. Everything else came after.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the sliding door opening softly behind him.

“Forgive my late arrival, My Lord.”

The voice was warm and gentle.

Zuko turns with a slight frown, only to see a woman around his age bowing respectfully near the doorway.

You were dressed in flowing white robes that hugged your figure, the silk expensive enough to shimmer beneath the candlelight. Red fire lilies had been embroidered along the hem of your sleeves and near the bottom of your robes, their crimson threads standing out against the fabric. Your hair had been pinned up carefully, with a flower pin, exposing the elegant line of your neck, while your nails were painted a dark shade of red.

Zuko studies you quietly for a moment.

By your appearance alone, he could already tell you were likely one of the women the mistress had proudly spoken of earlier.

“Did the mistress send you?” he asks at last.

“Yes, My Lord,” you reply before bowing once more.

Zuko sighs quietly and lowers his gaze.

His reaction does not escape your attention.

Silence settles briefly between the two of you, heavy yet strangely calm. Then you lift your eyes towards him carefully.

“Is something troubling you, My Lord?” you ask hesitantly, noticing the shift in his expression, as you make small steps towards him.

Zuko offers a faint smile, though it does not feel real.

“Everything is troubling me,” he admits with another tired sigh. “The council. My generals. My advisors. Everyone is constantly telling me what I should do.”

You remain quiet for a moment before speaking again.

“If I may ask…” your voice softens further, “what is it that you wish to do?”

The question makes him still completely.

Zuko’s lips press into a thin line as his gaze slowly lifts back on you, unreadable confusion flickering across his face.

What did he want?

The question felt so simple, ordinary.

And yet… he could not remember the last time anyone had asked him that. Or anything that is.

All his life had been spent serving others. First his father’s demands, then his nation’s expectations, then the burden of restoring balance after the war that his nation started. People had always decided his path for him long before he could even think to choose it himself.

Nobody had asked whether he wanted to become Fire Lord.

It had simply become necessary for peace — for the world.

Nobody had asked whether he was strong enough to carry the shame left behind by his father’s actions. Nobody had cared how deeply his mother’s disappearance wounded him, nor how much Azula’s madness haunted him still.

Even now, sitting in this place, he was not here because he desired marriage. He was here because of Iroh. Because every time he looked at his uncle, guilt coiled painfully tighter inside his chest.

If he refused this final wish…He knew he would regret it forever.

The realization leaves him staring at you silently, almost startled by the emotions rising inside him from such a small question.

“My Lord?” you ask gently once more.

Another pause follows.

Then finally—

“I…” Zuko exhales shakily. “I do not know.”

The confession comes quieter than he intended.

“I never really considered that what I want matters,” he continues after a moment. “People have always decided those things for me.”

The words leave him before he can stop himself.

You look at him differently after that. Not with fear, nor admiration reserved for royalty, but with something softer and somewhat understanding.

Carefully, you lower yourself onto the other seat beside him.

“If I may speak honestly, My Lord…”

Your voice wavers slightly.

“I think what you are doing is honorable. Choosing the happiness of others before your own is something very few people can truly do.”

Zuko’s eyes shift towards you again.

“I think,” you continue carefully, fingers tightening slightly against your robes, “that perhaps you have sacrificed so much for everyone around you that choosing something for yourself now feels selfish.”

Your gaze lowers briefly.

“But I do not believe it is.”

There is something painfully personal hidden beneath your words. As if you understood the feeling far too well yourself and you your words weren’t shallow.

Perhaps you, too, had spent your life placing the desires of others before your own. Perhaps that was how someone like you ended up in a place like this — serving, smiling, listening, while quietly abandoning every want of your own along the way.

Zuko simply stares at you. For once, he feels understood.

Not as the Fire Lord.

Not as Ozai’s son.

Just… understood.

The silence between you becomes strangely comforting.

Then suddenly—

The door slams open harshly.

“What are you doing here, you insolent girl?” the mistress’ sharp voice cuts through the room immediately.

Your body jerks violently at the sound. Startled, you quickly turn your head towards the entrance just as the older woman storms inside, fury written clearly across her face.

You instinctively get up and step back, but she reaches you quickly. The mistress grabs your arm harshly before beginning to pull you towards the exit.

Zuko moves before he can fully think.

He rises abruptly from the cushions, crossing the room in only a few steps before catching your wrist firmly.

The mistress turns to him in surprise.

“Wait.”

His voice comes sharper than expected. His fingers remain wrapped around your arm protectively.

“What are you doing, My Lord?” the old woman asks, confusion and disbelief mixing together. “You cannot possibly be interested in her,.”

She gestures towards you dismissively, making you look down.

“I summoned the finest women in this house. Women even nobles compete for. She is nowhere near what I prepared for you—”

“I do not care about those things,” Zuko interrupts firmly. “I already told you that.”

The mistress lets out a humorless laugh.

“My Lord, I know men,” she says while narrowing her eyes. “I have watched them all my life. I know how ruthless and insatiable they become.”

“You do not know me,” Zuko replies immediately.

The mistress tightens her grip around your arm before offering Zuko a strained smile. One clearly meant to remain polite despite the irritation hidden beneath it.

“You are simply overwhelmed,” she says carefully. “This girl only got in your head. Allow me to present the others I prepared instead.”

You lower your gaze immediately, remaining silent as her fingers pull more insistently at your arm.

Zuko’s hold loosens slightly.

Not because he truly wished to let go… but because uncertainty suddenly settled heavily inside his chest.

Perhaps the mistress was right.

He barely knew you.

You had only spoken for a few moments, yet somehow your words had reached places inside him most people never managed to touch.

The mistress begins leading you towards the doorway.

You stumble slightly before regaining your balance, the silk of your robes brushing softly against the wooden floor. Then, just before disappearing beyond the sliding doors, you turn your head towards him one final time.

Your eyes meet his.

The look on your face is calm, yet there is something quietly wounded hidden beneath it. Not surprise. Not anger.

Just… disappointment.

As though you had allowed yourself to hope for something, only for it to vanish moments later.

Something twists painfully inside Zuko’s chest. His lips part slightly, the urge to stop you rising suddenly in his throat, but the doors slide shut before he can say anything at all.

Silence settles around him again.

And for the first time since entering this place, Zuko feels as though he has made a mistake.

***

The room feels colder afterwards.

Or perhaps emptier.

Zuko sits stiffly against the cushions, one elbow resting against the carved arm of the chair while his fingers press absently against his temple. Candlelight flickers across the gold details decorating the walls, while soft music drifts faintly from somewhere deeper within the establishment.

Then the doors slide open once more.

The mistress enters first, followed by five women.

Each one was strikingly beautiful.

Their robes shimmered with expensive silk and fine embroidery, colors rich enough to rival royal garments. Gold jewelry rested elegantly against their necks and wrists, delicate chains glimmering beneath the candlelight. Their hair had been arranged carefully, adorned with jeweled pins and fragrant flowers, while subtle makeup highlighted their features perfectly.

Every movement they made appeared graceful and refined.

Exactly what someone would expect beside the Fire Lord.

The women spread themselves carefully throughout the room, some pouring tea while others smiled softly towards him. One begins turning slowly before him, allowing the silk layers of her robes to fan beautifully, showing her figure. Another kneels elegantly nearby, adjusting a golden bracelet against her wrist as though making certain he noticed it.

Zuko watches all of it in complete silence.

He should have been impressed.

Instead, he only feels tired.

At one point, his gaze drifts absentmindedly towards the doorway where you had disappeared earlier. Without meaning to, he begins comparing them to you.

The realization unsettles him immediately as he finds himself comparing those women to you.

You had worn no heavy jewelry. No complicated hairstyle. No bright gemstones or elaborate perfumes. Your beauty alone was enough. Your robes had been exquisite yes, but simple compared to these women. And yet somehow… your presence lingered in his mind far more strongly than theirs.

One of the women settles beside him gracefully, offering him a sweet smile.

“Fire Lord Zuko,” she says softly, fingers brushing delicately along the sleeve of his robes. “These garments must be worth a fortune. The craftsmanship alone is extraordinary.”

Zuko glances down briefly at the dark fabric before giving a small nod.

“The royal tailors work very hard,” he replies politely.

“How many tailors serve within the palace?” she asks curiously. “I heard even the servants there wear finer silks than nobles from other nations.”

Before Zuko can answer properly, another woman speaks eagerly from across the room.

“The Fire Nation palace must be enormous,” she sighs dreamily. “I cannot even imagine living surrounded by such luxury every day.”

A third woman leans forward slightly.

“Do you truly possess treasure vaults beneath the palace?” she asks with visible interest. “I once heard the royal family keeps enough gold hidden away to feed entire kingdom.”

The women laugh softly among themselves.

Zuko forces a polite expression onto his face, though discomfort slowly tightens in his chest.

Every question sounded the same.

The palace. Wealth. Status. Luxury.

None of them looked at him as though he were simply a man sitting before them. Only the Fire Lord. Only the crown resting invisibly upon his head.

One woman begins speaking excitedly about royal ceremonies while another asks about banquets held within the palace halls.

Zuko barely hears any of it.

Instead, his thoughts drift unwillingly back towards you.

Back to the way your voice had shaken slightly while speaking to him.

Back to the understanding in your eyes.

Back to the simple question you had asked him.

What is it that you wish to do?

No one else here had asked him anything remotely close to that.

One of the women laughs softly beside him, touching his arm lightly to regain his attention.

“My Lord?”

Zuko blinks faintly, pulled from his thoughts.

For the first time that evening, he realizes he does not wish to remain in this room at all.

“Call the mistress,” Zuko says simply as he rises from the cushions.

The women pause immediately.

One lowers the cup she had been holding while another exchanges a confused glance with the others. The soft laughter filling the room dies almost instantly, leaving only the quiet crackling of candle flames behind.

Zuko remains standing near the center of the room, shoulders tense beneath his dark robes. His expression is unreadable once more, though exhaustion lingers clearly behind his eyes.

One of the women bows quickly before slipping outside to obey his command.

The silence afterwards feels unbearably long.

Zuko exhales quietly and turns his gaze towards the flickering candles lining the walls. He had tried. Spirits knew he truly tried to convince himself this was reasonable. Easier.

Yet every conversation left him feeling emptier than before.

His mind kept drifting back towards you no matter how hard he attempted to focus on the women standing before him now.

The mistress arrives only moments later.

The moment she steps inside, a pleased smile already rests upon her face. Her sharp eyes briefly sweep across the room, taking in the elegantly dressed women surrounding the Fire Lord. Clearly, she believed the evening had finally gone as expected.

That Zuko had simply needed time to remember what men truly desired.

And that he had long since forgotten about you.

But the smile falters almost immediately the moment her gaze lands properly on him.

Zuko looked neither entertained nor impressed.

He looked tired.

His face remained blank, though there was a heaviness lingering that caused the mistress’ confidence to slowly waver.

“My Lord?” she asks carefully now, the certainty from before no longer present in her voice.

“I would like to speak with the girl from earlier again.”

The room erupts in gasps and whispers from the women, while the mistress goes still. For a brief moment, genuine disbelief crosses her face.

“…her?” she repeats slowly.

“Yes.”

The answer comes immediately this time.

The mistress studies him carefully, as though still attempting to understand whether this was merely stubbornness or something else entirely.

“My Lord,” she says cautiously, “surely one of these women would suit your needs far better. They are accomplished, elegant, admired even among nobility—”

“I know.”

Zuko’s voice remains calm, but firmer now.

“They are all very beautiful.” His gaze briefly flickers towards the women gathered around the room before returning to the mistress. “But none of them have spoken to me as though I were a person.”

The words cause several uncomfortable glances to spread through the room.

The mistress narrows her eyes slightly.

“And that girl did?”

Zuko grows quiet for a moment.

His thoughts return unwillingly to the look in your eyes when you were dragged from the room. That small, wounded expression he could not seem to forget.

“…Yes,” he answers softly.

Something shifts in the mistress’ expression then.

Not agreement, but understanding.

The mistress remains silent for a long moment, her sharp gaze lingering carefully on Zuko’s face as though searching for hesitation. And she finds none.

Still, her lips press together slightly before she finally speaks again.

“My Lord… that girl is not exactly free to leave this establishment whenever she pleases.”

Zuko’s brows furrow faintly.

“What do you mean?”

The mistress folds her hands neatly before her robes.

“She owes this house a rather significant debt,” she explains carefully. “Food, clothing, training, accommodations… the amount spent over the years was not small.” Her eyes narrow slightly. “And unlike these women, she does not bring nearly enough profit to repay it quickly.”

His gaze lowers briefly towards the wooden floorboards.

Of course there was a reason.

Someone like you — quiet, thoughtful, strangely sincere — never truly belonged in a place like this. Yet perhaps belonging had never mattered. Perhaps you had simply never been given another choice.

Zuko slowly lifts his eyes again.

“Money will not be a problem,” he says calmly.

“My Lord…”

“I will repay whatever debt she owes,” Zuko continues. “In full.”

A quiet murmur spreads among the women still gathered around the room, though Zuko pays them no attention.

The mistress studies him carefully now, disbelief slowly replacing her earlier confidence.

“You would spend such an amount for a girl you spoke with only once?” she asks cautiously.

Zuko falls quiet.

Truthfully… he did not fully understand it himself.

Maybe it was because you had spoken to him without fear. Maybe because you didn’t see his wealth only, but his feelings too. Or maybe it was because, after years of being surrounded by demands and expectations, your words had felt painfully honest.

Whatever the reason was, he could not force himself to ignore it.

“Yes,” he answers at last.

The mistress exhales slowly, almost amused despite herself.

“You truly are a strange man, Fire Lord Zuko.”

He says nothing in return.

After another long pause, the mistress finally inclines her head slightly.

“…Very well.”

She turns towards the doorway before stopping once more.

“But before making such arrangements official,” she says carefully, “perhaps you should speak with her properly first.”

“That is exactly what I want,” Zuko replies immediately.

“I do not wish to force her into this,” he explains more quietly. “Bring her back. I would like to speak with her again… and ask whether she would even want to be part of my plan.”

Something unreadable flickers across the older woman’s face then, but she gives a slow nod.

“As you wish, My Lord.”

The mistress leaves the room soon after, the women following quietly behind her until Zuko is finally left alone once more.

Silence settles around him again, softer this time.

Zuko lowers himself back against the cushions slowly, his gaze drifting towards the flickering candlelight dancing against the walls.

Usually, he ignored what he wanted. Usually, he buried those feelings beneath duty, responsibility, and the endless expectations resting upon him.

But this time…

This time, he thinks he would rather listen to himself.

The blinding glare of the chandeliers turned every flash of jewelry and silk into something that made the dull ache of your migraine somehow worse. But the throbbing behind your eyelids was nothing compared to the heat rising in your chest when you spotted them.

The sight of them was a reminder that you were trapped in a gilded cage of your own making. You looked around the room, seeing through the veneer of high society, Museum curators, art dealers, generous donors from every nation who were all just pawns in a game that was as old as time.

The room reeked of the kind of wealth that lasted for generations. Some of the women attached to the arms of billionaires turned their heads up at you when they walked by. A harsh reminder that no matter how expensive your dress was or who was attached to your arm when you entered these rooms, in their eyes you would never truly belong in their world.

Usually at events like these, the relief of finding Toph amidst the practiced smiles and performances grounded you. Now, it only left a sour taste in mouth. Because there she was, the center of a buzzing crowd of women, her face illuminated by that practiced, radiant glow.

Your jaw clenched.

You watched as at least a dozen different pairs of eyes were feasting on her expressions. Memorizing the way her lips moved, basking in a warmth that was supposed to be your sanctuary not theirs.

Your migraine spiked, the pressure building behind your eyes was fueled by the sheer audacity of these women. Who did they think they are? To stand so close, to touch her shoulders as they laughed, to act as if they had a claim to a single second of her time.

The memory of this morning made this entire scene playing before you worse. You had spent an hour doing her hair, perfecting those bangs that hung low in her face as she squirmed and complained about how long it was taking for you to finish a simple updo.

Seeing her in that tailored earth kingdom suit before you left the house had only sharpened your possessiveness. The moment she tried it on you wanted to lock her away in your bedroom and never let her out again. The beifong family crest on her cufflinks caught the light suddenly, a reminder of her status and the wealth she wielded. You understood that Toph was powerful, and untouchable to most. But to you, she was just your girlfriend Toph.

She stood there, somehow the center of all the attention in the room even when you knew she didn't want it, didn't crave it like the others did. The heavy fabric of her suit draped over her frame perfectly and the women took notice. They hovered in her shadow as if they actually understood the weight of the person they were speaking to.

Your eyes burned into them.

The investors became white noise, distant shadows with checkbooks that normally you would be eager to dip into. Tonight, you gave them nothing. Not a glance, not even a low murmur as you pretended to follow along to what they were saying. Your gaze remained anchored to Toph and the only woman that didnt filter away like the rest.

You ignored the hand extended toward you for a shake. Your eyes narrowed as you caught sight of another woman, bolder than the rest, reach out to adjust one of Toph's stray hairs. The same strands of hair that you ran your fingers through hours prior.

The nerve of these women astounded you.

There were currently dozens of people in this room willing to offer up entire estates like the one you were standing in for an opportunity to work with you. And yet the only thing of true value to you in this room right now is your girlfriend who is currently being flocked by a bunch of socialites who didn't know the first thing about her outside of her family name and being friends with the avatar.

Toph's gaze was fixed on the floor, as it always was, relying on the vibrations of the room to guide her. Which meant she could feel the woman's heartbeat, her proximity, the heat of her as she leaned in closer.

The sudden upbeat tempo of the live music felt like a hammer against your skull. The crowd around you started to break off to the dance floor, but not even the change in music could drown out the roar of jealousy in your ears.

This woman, who was wrapped in shimmering silver, was practically in Toph's personal space now, her shadow merging with the green of Toph's suit. She was speaking fast, too fast for you to decipher from where you stood. You didnt really care what they were talking about. Her body language was screaming interest and desperation which spoke for itself.

Your fingers curled into your palms. You knew Toph couldn't see the way this woman batted her eyelashes, or really hear the way her breath seemed to hitch when she spoke over the music. But you knew she could feel the lingering touches that lasted a second longer than necessary.

The sharp sound of the woman's laughter sliced through the air of the ballroom, louder than the rest. It was the sound of someone who was convinced they had made a connection, and it caused the heat of your jealousy to flare into something molten.

Your knuckles went white as your grip tightened against the crystal glass. You could almost feel the stem beginning to crack under the sheer force of it. Why hadn't she moved yet? Why hadn't she said anything?

Toph was just standing there, steady, unmoving, and unknowingly the center of your storm. Or maybe she was aware, and this was all just a game for her. Either way, you wouldn't put up with it for much longer. You watched as the woman said something else, her hand hovering just shy of Toph's arm again. Her laughter was bubbling in her throat once more.

It was the sight of Toph's smile, the slow drag of her lips that caused the very last of your patience to snap. She was giving this woman her focus, and sharing a warmth that belonged only to you. Toph knew better. She knew every vibration of her laughter was being cataloged by you, every tilt of her head was being tracked by your eyes from across the room.

For you, it was the hypocrisy of it all. If the roles were reversed, if you had even lingered with a client too long and she caught it. Toph would have made sure the entire room felt her displeasure through the very soles of their feet. Yet here she was, allowing this woman's loud, grating laughter to wash over her like it was the only music playing in the room.

You understood that when toph listened, she emerged herself in the conversation. Giving the person who was speaking her full undivided attention. It was one of the many things you loved about her, and now, it was being freely given to a stranger.

It wasn't the flirting, it was the fact that she was granting another woman the very thing that made you feel like you were hers. And to make matters worse, besides initially arriving together, she hasn't returned to your side all night.

A dark, ugly kind of possessiveness burned in your chest at the realization.

You knew she was only entertaining these people because she was networking for you, scouting for the next museum curator to take your art to the next level. The realization that she was shielding you from these vultures because she knew your limits should have softened your heart. It should have made you grateful. But after seeing her with that woman, who she's spent most of her night with. It only made your jealousy burn hotter, turning into a toxic blend of your guilt and territorial rage.

You hated that while you were currently disassociating in a quiet corner Toph was out there offering her smile, her presence, as currency to help elevate your career. All because she knew exactly when your brain would start to fog and your migraine would strike, making it impossible for you to be as formidable as you both knew you were.

Since the moment you started dating, Toph has been your greatest advocate. She was the only one that could translate your brooding artistry into a language these elites could actually understand. Toph was the reason they weren't crowding you now, they knew when she wasn't by your side, that you weren't to be bothered, that she would handle the rest so you can take space and just be.

Your migraine throbbed again, a sharp reminder of the price of being here. In this moment, you didn't care if toph was making you sound like a genius, or that she was paving the way for your next exhibition. Every word that she spoke with that woman felt like a betrayal.

Your gaze was steady and suffocating, locking on her from across the expanse of the ballroom. The room began to slowly fade as you zeroed in on them, the drone of voices, the upbeat tempo of the music were nothing compared to the roar of your blood in your ears.

All you could see was the way this woman leaned into Toph's space, and all you could feel was the toxic beat of your own heart hammering against your ribcage.

And that's when she finally noticed it. Toph stilled. You saw it, the slight tilt of her chin, the way her shoulders squared beneath her tailored suit as she felt the erratic thrum of your heart echoing through the floorboards.

The woman beside her continued to chirp, oblivious to the fact that the atmosphere around them had dropped into freezing temperatures. You didn't move yet, but the intent was there, radiating off of you in waves that probably felt like minor earthquakes to Toph's seismic sense.

Some fire nation noble walked up to you then, in a blur of crimson silk and self importance. His voice was a grating buzz that did nothing but agitate your nerves. He talked of lineage and legacy, of honoring some family whose name sounded like everyone else's in this suffocating room.

Everyone was important to someone. And after an entire minute, you finally had enough.

You cut him off, your voice flat and devoid of interest. “My assistant will be in contact.”

“But–” the man who still hadn't gotten the hint stammered. “I thought surely an artist of your caliber would want to discuss the-”

You didn't even bother looking at him, your eyes still fixed on Toph, watching the way she tilted her head, and you hated that you couldn't tell if she was listening for you or that woman.

“My assistant.” you repeated, the words coming out in a low growl. “Will be in touch.”

It was a lie, one that Toph has told you time and time again to stop telling people. You didn't have an assistant. You had a very overworked best friend that helped you sort out paper work from time to time. Otherwise you mostly handle everything yourself. Or, for instances like these, you ask your girlfriend to help. Which now, you were starting to regret.

The fire nation noble finally got the hint, bowing stiffly, and retreating into the crowd. You had very little time to ponder whether you have just insulted one of the wealthiest families in the fire nation. Not when this woman was leaning forward to whisper something in Toph's ear, her hand resting on her shoulder.

The sharp sound of the crystal glass clinking against the waiter tray was the only warning they got. The sound cut through the serene music like a blade. And for a split second, the nearby socialites froze, their practiced smiles faltering. But you were already gone, moving across the polished floor with a fire in your eyes as you ignored every indignant huff from the people you shouldered aside. Your migraine was still beating in your skull, and the pain only caused you to sharpen your focus on her.

Toph didn't need to see you coming. She felt the violent shift in the room's energy almost immediately. You reached the buffet in seconds. You didn't stop at the edge of their circle, you broke right through it. Stepping directly into the space between Toph and the woman. You were so close now that the heat from Toph's body radiated through her suit and wrapped around you like a cocoon.

Without looking at the intruder, you reached out. Your hand gripped Toph's wrist, the pad of your thumb circling the beifong cufflinks that you had fastened hours ago.

“We're leaving.” Your voice held finality, leaving no room for argument. You released her almost immediately. Not wanting to cause a bigger scene than you already have.

You didn't slow your pace, your heels clicked sharply against the stone steps of the estate as you left the stuffy building. The car wasn't far, it was parked in a nearby parking garage that was only a few blocks away. You didn't need to hear Toph's footsteps to know she was there, you could feel the steady presence of her following behind.

By the time you reached the car Toph stood a few feet away, her expression unreadable, though her head was tilted slightly as if she were gauging the sheer volume of the silence between you. She wasn't rushing to apologize, and she wasn't shrinking away. She was just waiting for the ball to finally drop.

You stepped closer, invading her space again. Your jealousy flared at the fact that you finally had her alone after an entire night of her being preoccupied with someone else.

Your hand gripped the handle of the car door and swung it open for her. “Get in the back seat.”

Toph let out a sharp, mocking puff of air, “You can't be serious.”

You arch an eyebrow, giving Toph an unimpressed look that you know she wouldn't be able to see. Your voice was low, measured. “Does it sound like I'm joking? Get in the car Toph.”

Toph didn't budge, she stood there like a statue, her feet anchored to the earth as she listened to each erratic thrum of your heart. The command in your voice was clear, and although it sent a jolt of heat directly to her lower belly and made her cock twitch in her pants she refused to give in. Her pride thicker than the cloud of her arousal at the moment.

“I heard you the first time, I'm blind not deaf.” she said, her voice flat. She dug the heels of her bare feet into the earth as if she were trying to ground herself. “And I'm not taking orders from someone who is throwing a temper tantrum because someone looked at me.”

Toph could feel your unyielding stare, and the heavy, possessive energy you were radiating, and she met it with a wall of that infamous beifong stubbornness that made your blood boil at times like these.

“It was a conversation with a woman– an investor who by the way, has connections with curators that can take you to the next level.” She explained, tilting her head in your direction. “You can't seriously be angry at me for trying to help.”

“You were flirting with her.” you growled, hands tightening around the car handle. You knew you were being irrational but the words were spilling out of you before you could stop them. “I watched you toph, you smiled in her direction, you let her touch you. Her fingers were in your hair for fuck sake!”

Toph could feel the vibration of your growl through the soles of her feet, and it sent a fresh, traitorous spark of heat straight to her member. She knew that by staying outside the car, she was pulling on the leash you’d just tried to shorten.

“I did no such thing.” She denies, although a smirk plays on her lips. “Jealousy does sound good on you though.”

Your jaw tightened. Of couse this was a game for her. The way Toph stood there, leaning into the tension, told you she was enjoying the chaos she’d caused. You let go of the car handle, and focused entirely on her. Your migraine was a dull roar now, eclipsed by the sheer need to break her brattiness.

“Toph, if you think jealousy sounds good on me," there was a warning in your voice, one that she couldn't ignore. "Then you’re going to love it when I finally lose my patience. This isn’t a game, and I’m not asking again. Get in the damn car.”

Toph didn't flinch. She stayed rooted to the earth, her smirk widening as she felt the shift in your energy- the moment your possessiveness turned from a simmer to a boil. She was practically vibrating with the need for you to bridge the final inch of distance.

“Or what?” Toph taunted, challenging you. The need to rile you up outweighing the consequences for when you get home. “Are you going to spank me? Tie me up to teach me a lesson? I think I'll take my chances.”

You knew what Toph was doing, baiting you, trying to get that last ebb of your control to snap so you had no choice but to put her in her place. She often did this, at the most unconventional times. A true fucking brat. She knew you couldn't truly have your way with her here, not the way you wanted. So it felt safer to push the limits, see how far she could go.

A low, humorless chuckle escaped your throat, a sound that made her smirk falter for the briefest of seconds. You wanted to give in, push her against the car and remind her who she belonged to. But that was exactly what she was hoping for and you refused to reward this kind of behavior.

“Okay, Toph.” Your voice was quieter, restrained. “Have it your way. I'm leaving regardless so you either get in the backseat or hitch a ride with Aang and Katara it's completely up to you.”

The sudden drop in your tone was more effective than any shout. The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the distant sounds of the cars on the main road just outside of the garage.

Toph excelled at fighting, matching energy. She enjoyed the back and forth, but now that she had nothing to push back against and you were simply walking away. Her entire tone shifted. She didn't want to go home with anyone besides you.

“You're leaving.” She said flatly, lips pursing in a thin line. You could hear the disappointment in her voice.

“Yup.” You were already moving, swinging the keys between your fingers. “I'm beat, I think I'm going to go home. Probably order some pizza, run me a bath with one of those bath bombs that katara gifted me for my birthday and relax.”

Toph tongued her cheek, milky eyes glaring at the ground. “Just like that? I thought-” she stopped herself, frustration bleeding through her tone. “You're jealous. You pulled me out of an event that you have spent the last three months preparing for because of it. And now you're just going to go home and soak in Katara's flower water?”

You didn't answer. Instead, you reached for the door handle, the metal cool against your palm, but your movements were slow, giving her enough time to act. Toph didn't hesitate, she locked the door with her metal bending, preventing you from getting in.

“You don’t get to do that,” Toph hissed, her voice dropping into a desperate, gritty register. “You don't get to be all possessive and pull me out of an important event early because someone breathed in my direction wrong and then give up. You can act all tough and unbothered if you want but I can feel your heart remember? And right now its thudding so hard I can feel it in teeth. So no, you won't be leaving or eating any pizza tonight unless it's with me.”

A slow, devious smile crept onto your lips that you were grateful she couldn't see. You made sure to keep your heartbeat steady, not wanting to give anymore away.

You let out a long, quiet sigh, the kind that to Toph probably sounded like genuine exhaustion. The gravel crunched under your heels as you took one slow step toward her, you didn't reach out. You kept your hands at your sides, maintaining that agonizing wall of calm you knew she hated.

“Since you're so sure you know what I'm feeling. Then you already know I'm halfway into that bath," you said, your voice smooth. "I dont like to play games toph, especially when it comes to you."

Toph’s jaw tightened, and for a second, she looked like she was going to earthbend the entire car into a scrap heap just to get a rise out of you. Her chest heaved, the heavy fabric of her suit jacket straining against her broad shoulders as she fought the urge to scream at you.

Your eyes traveled down her body that was coiled with tension, landing on the swell of her bulge in her pants. The sight of it alone sent a pulse directly to your core. Toph's finger nails were digging into her own clenched hands hard enough to leave marks. The strain in her pants becoming increasingly uncomfortable as the minutes went by.

The visible proof of how much you were actually affecting her, made that devious smile on your lips widen. She was in pain, the kind of exquisite, frustrated ache that came from being wound up and then left out to dry.

"You look uncomfortable, Toph," you said, your voice dropping to a purr. You finally closed the distance, stepping so deep into her space that she had to tilt her head back to keep from touching you. "All that flirting you were doing inside really got you worked up huh?”

"Shut up," she choked out, though there was no bite left in it. The pout was still there, but her lips were parted, her pulse visible and frantic in the hollow of her throat. "Just shut the fuck up.”

You could see the wet spot starting to bloom at the center, where you knew her precum was spilling out of the tip. There was something dangerously close to pride that settled in your chest. At the fact that you could unravel her like this just by your words. Toph always enjoyed the illusion of control that you gave her, but ultimately, she wanted to be dominated by you. And like a true brat the more you denied her, the more she felt the need to act out.

"Look at you," you murmured. You didn't look up at her face, you kept your eyes locked on that growing dampness, watching the way it clung to her. "One of the richest, most powerful benders in the world and you can’t even keep yourself dry in a parking garage.”

Toph let out a sharp, choked whimper, her knees buckling just a fraction. She reached out, her hands finally unclenched, grabbing the front of your dress to keep herself upright.

"I hate you," she breathed, but her hands were pulling you closer, not pushing you away. "I hate you so much.”

“No, you don't," you countered, finally raising your hand to grip her hair, tilting her head back so you could truly see what you were doing to her. "You love that I'm the only one who can make you feel like this.”

You only allowed yourself to indulge in this feeling for a moment before you dropped your hands and took a step back. You had her right where you wanted her, and the choice was still hers and you needed her to make that decision for herself.

Toph stood there, the cool night air hitting the damp silk of her dress pants now that your warmth was gone. She made a small, choked sound that caught in the back of her throat. It wasn't quite a whimper, but a frustrated whine she couldn't swallow. Her hands hovered in the air where your dress had been just a second ago, her fingers curling into fists.

You knew you had already won before you even heard the heavy thud of the car door opening. Toph muttered something under her breath that you didn't quite catch. The car dipped slightly as she got in, the leather groaning under her coiled frame.

You climbed in behind her, the car door slamming shut shattered the silence of the garage. The air smelled like expensive leather mingled with the scent of Toph's arousal. Her pants were ruined, and it was you that had done this without even touching her.

You were on her before she could speak. You took her face in your hands, your lips claiming hers in a bruising kiss. The jealousy that had been thrumming beneath the surface all night was now a steady, dark pulse. Toph's breath hitched, a soft, broken sound lost in the friction of your mouths as she stopped trying to fight for the lead and simply let you take it. You tilted your head, your lips moving against hers, forcing a clash of teeth and tongue, as you dominated the kiss.

Your hands moved from her face, one sliding down to the nape of her neck to hold her in place, the other wandering lower, tracing the stiff lapels of her suit. She let out a needy hum against your lips, her head tilting back further to give you better access. Toph's sightless eyes fluttered shut as she focused entirely on the feel of your mouth against hers.

Toph sighed as you licked into her mouth, her fingers frantically grasping at your dress, fisting the fabric in a clumsy attempt to hike it up. You felt the desperate pull of her hands when the dress didn't lift fast enough for her liking. She was unraveling, and it was such a beautiful thing to see.

You hadn't even gotten the chance to truly appreciate how exquisite she looked in this suit tonight. Not the way you wanted to. Your mind was too crowded by the image of that woman's hand on her shoulder, the sound of her laugh. You deepened the kiss, pressing into her more firmly until the memory of that woman's touch, her laughter, was replaced by the weight of your mouth, and your lips moving against her.

Your hands were claiming every inch of her, manicured nails biting into the fabric in a downward spiral. Your palms smoothed over her taut stomach, causing the hardened muscles of her abs to flex. Even when she was being a brat Toph's body always found a way of betraying her. She would always be so responsive and sensitive to your touch.

Your tongue continued its slow sweep of her mouth in a way that left her breathless and wanting more. It was a beautiful thing to see really. Toph Beifong, the woman who never bowed, succumbing to the gravity of her own desire.

You felt the shift as she gradually surrendered, it was an intimate collapse that only the two of you really understood. You knew Toph did not take things like this lightly. So the fact that she was allowing this to happen, was a true testament of how safe she felt in your control. It was the only place where she didn't have to be anything else besides yours.

You sucked on her tongue, claiming her lips, her mouth, swallowing every beautiful sound that threatened to escape. There was a fierce intimacy in the way you drank her in. Like you were consciously ensuring that her surrender remained a sacred secret. One that was only for your eyes and ears as the tints of the windows shielded you both from the outside world.

Your hand slid lower, finding the bulge beneath the fabric of her suit. You gripped the heavy swell of her cock, your palm claiming the heat. She was already so hard in your hand as you stroked her. Toph's hips instinctively jerked upward into your hand, chasing the friction.

You broke the kiss, your pupils were blown wide in a dark, satisfied heat. Toph's sightless eyes looked dazed. Her chest was heaving as she struggled to catch the air you had stolen. A deep flush bloomed across her cheeks and behind her ears. Her composure was completely gone, and the possessive pride you felt only seemed to consume you more.

You watched her pulse thrum beneath the vulnerable skin of her neck that you planned to mark later with your teeth. Your voice returned with the same intensity you both felt.

“You let her touch you.” You hissed, your voice was raw and dripping with that earlier territorial jealousy.

Toph’s head lolled back against the headrest, her throat exposed and pulsing. Your possessiveness sent a fresh wave of tremors through your body. She let out a whimpering, broken breath, her eyes rolling back as she felt the shift in your weight.

"I know," Toph rasped, "I know I did.”

You slid your hand lower, your palm flattening against her. The pressure was firm, demanding, and utterly possessive. You never wanted her to forget the weight of your claim.

"Tell me who you belong to.” you whispered, your teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her ear. "Tell me and I'll let you come.”

A soft, breathless, sound escaped her lips as she arched into your hand. “You're so fucking psycho I-”

“You wanted to see me lose control, you wanted this version of me toph,” you whispered, your thumb tracing the line of her jaw with terrifying gentleness before your fingers dug into her hair. “Well, here I am and I don't like sharing. Now answer the question. Who do you belong to?”

Toph tried to surge forward, her mouth seeking yours in a desperate attempt to drown out the question she still hasn't answered. You were expecting it though, and you tilted your head just enough to make her miss, her lips landing on your dress.

“You don't get to kiss your way out of this,” you murmur, voice laced with a quiet authority, “You don't get rewarded for this kind of behavior, not until you answer the question that I asked.”

“You're insane." Toph pulled her lip between her teeth and bit down, it was a needed pressure that revealed just how close she was to snapping. Her stubbornness was still flickering like a dying ember in the face of her heat.

“You knew that when you met me.” You tell her, your fingers working the silk of her suit as you unfastened her belt. She refused to move, a silent protest that you met with a determined pull. “And you still fucked me for months before asking me out on a date didn't you?”

“Clearly a lapse in judgment on my part.” she bites back stubbornly.

"A lapse in judgment,” you echoed, voice dry. You leaned in, your chest pressing against hers, pinning her further into the seat. “A three year long lapse in judgment. I think that says more about you than it does me don't you think?”

The belt buckle gave way with a sharp, metallic clink that echoed in the car. Toph’s breath caught, her body stiffening as the fabric of her trousers loosened.

You slid your hand beneath the waistband, your fingers grazing the heated, damp skin of her hip. A frustrated, needy groan vibrated in Toph's throat.

“Fuck,” Toph rasped, her hands finally coming up to find your shoulders, her fingers digging in so hard you knew there would be marks. “Just stop teasing me and do it. You've already won, you arrogant-"

“I haven't even started yet.” you interrupted, your thumb tracing the sensitive dip of her hip bone. You watched her face, the way her lips were parted and her brow was furrowed in a delicious mix of agony and want.

With your free hand you gripped her chin, manicured nails biting the skin. The brat you spent so long taming was back with a vengeance, her defiance flaring up like a dying spark.

Toph gasps as your other hand starts to trace her inner thighs, purposely avoiding her throbbing shaft. Her lips part and you didn't give her the chance to breathe. You slid two of your fingers past her lips, invading her mouth, pinning her tongue down.

“Suck.” you demanded.

Toph's tongue obediently curled around your fingers. Her lips wrapping around them as she sucked down hard, her teeth roughly scraping at your knuckles before soothing the skin with a flick of her tongue. You bit back your own moan at the sight of it. Even now when she was at your mercy, toph stubbornly tried to hang on to the sliver of control she wanted to believe she had over you.

She releases your fingers from her lips with a wet pop, a string of saliva glistening against her damp lips that caught in the dim light from the parking garage that was piercing through the car.

You reach down and finally free her from the confines of her pants. Her cock sprung out, thick and engorged, flushed an angry crimson red at the tip. It curved slightly upward, beads of precum already spilling from the tip and mapping its way down her length.

You wrapped a hand around the base of her cock, your grip possessive as you slowly pumped your hand around it. Toph's hips stammered upward, lifting off the leather seat in a desperate, needy thrust. She was trying to meet each slow, languid stroke you gave her. The stubborn resistance from earlier had vanished, now replaced by a raw primitive hunger. With every stroke you gave her, you controlled the pace of her inevitable release. You worked her body like she was one of your canvases, with a cruel precision that had her a needy, broken mess.

Toph was straining against the confines of the seat. Your thumb circled the head, as you pumped her thick shaft, your hand twisting when you reached the tip, applying just enough pressure to have her thighs trembling underneath you. Toph's fingers locked around your wrist in an attempt to guide your strokes, making them faster. You slapped her hand away, pressing into her more so she couldn't move.

“Baby,” Toph whined, the sound like music to your ears as it tore from her raw throat. “Don't stop please, please.”

You increased the tempo, your strokes becoming quicker, firmer, matching the frantic pulse of her cock in your hand. You felt a surge of fierce, protectiveness washing over you suddenly. It was the kind of heavy heat that rivaled the possessiveness that still lingered in the air.

You watched as your touch stripped away every defiant layer, peeling back that beifong armor she has wore her entire life until all that was left were her rawest of edges laid bare for you.

“I'm never letting you go.” You murmured into the narrow space between your lips as you claimed her mouth once more. Your pumping of her cock slowed as you nipped at her bottom lip, pulling the soft flesh between your teeth, before sucking on it hard enough to leave a permanent mark on her memory.

“You're mine Toph and I want-" you groaned as your own core began to throbb painfully with the same carnal need. “I need to hear you say it.”

You watched the way her head was strewn back against the cushioned headrest of the seat as you continued to bring her just shy of her peak before changing the tempo of your strokes. You waited with terrifying patience, your gaze anchored to her parted lips and the frantic pulse in her neck. The silence in the car was heavy, saturated with the heat of her arousal until eventually your hands slowed to a complete stop.

You didn't move, didn't offer a single stroke of mercy. You simply watched her quiver in her own need as you waited for the words that would grant Toph her release.

Toph's milky eyes fluttered open with a dazed submission. It was like she had temporarily forgotten how you both ended up in this darkened garage. The jealousy that simmered all night, the heavy weight of your possessiveness seemed to evaporate from her mind the moment your hands claimed her.

Toph's tongue darted out and swiped her lips, her voice was a low rasp when she finally found it, “Why did you stop?”

You didn't even flinch, “Say you're mine.”

She tried to shift her hips, another poor attempt to regain the prior rhythm, but your thighs pressed into her, pinning her to the leather seat, stilling her movements.

A heavy groan broke from her lips as you began to punish her with an agonizingly slow stroke. She didn't get to rush this, you set the pace, and she was only going to come after you heard those words.

“You already know I am.” she breathed, her pride still trying to fight one last battle.

“Say it like you mean it.” you countered, your voice dripping with that calculating dominance.

Toph whimpers, the internal battle between her desire and defeat a full fledged war now. Her stomach twisted, her jaw was clenched so tight it looked almost painful. Then, after a moment, the very last wall she had put up finally collapsed.

“I'm yours.” she gritted out, the confession whispered into the electric air between you. “I'm fucking yours! god, you're so-”

A smug, satisfied heat flared in your chest, you leaned forward, your lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Damn right you are, and I'm going to make sure you never forget it.”

You didn't wait for a response. With one fluid motion you lifted off her lap, just enough to hike up your dress and push your underwear to the side. You mounted her, sinking down slowly, impaling yourself with her cock until you had taken her to the hilt. The stretch, the delicious burn was everything your body has been craving since the night began. You didn't just want to claim her, you wanted to erase the rest of the world until she could feel nothing but you.

“Oh my God,” Toph gasped, her voice shattering. Her eyes fluttered shut as she felt herself buried inside of your warm, sopping pussy.

You ground down onto her with deliberate pressure. The slight curve of her cock hitting that sensitive spot inside of you. Your clit dragged against her groin as you moved against her. The sharp, electric, friction had your walls fluttering around her.

“You’d do anything I wanted, wouldn’t you?” you purred, rocking against her.

“Yes,” Toph's moans sounded louder in the compacted space of the car. Her strong, calloused, hands now acted as guides, desperately helping you drive deeper into your pleasure, matching your thrust. “Whatever you want, just please let me come.”

Your inner walls wrapped around Toph's cock like a glove, every inch of her dragging against you. You weren't just riding her, you were possessing her, your movements, the way your thighs squeezed around her each time your hips connected. Your thrusts becoming more focused as you chased your release.

“Look at you,” you hissed, your voice dipping in contempt. “Already begging to come like the needy little slut you are,”

Your fingers wrapped around her throat with deliberate pressure, it wasn't meant to hurt, it was just a physical reminder of your dominance. And the sensation was immediate, you felt Toph's cock twitch violently deep inside you.

Fuck, you were about to come.

Your eyes were wild, your lips parted , the pressure building low in your core as you roll your hips. Toph was trapped between the leather seat and your weight as your thighs slammed together in a fevered rhythm.

Your lips hovered over hers, your tongue teasing her lips apart so she could meet the wet heat of her mouth. There wasn't any pressure, it wasn't even a kiss with all your jerking. It was just a press of tongues as you found each other in the middle of your frenzied pleasure.

Toph was fucking you so good, so right, hitting every spot inside you and it nearly had you seeing stars. You could feel the prickling in your toes, your entire body overcome with a pleasure so deep it was becoming overwhelming.

You lifted your hips, knees digging into the seats. Toph's cock almost comes completely out of you, leaving her gasping and reaching for the friction she had lost.

Then, with a punishing force you sank back down, taking her to the hilt in one fluid motion, you repeated it, watching the way her body quivered underneath you.

Your hand loosened around her throat, tracing her shoulders, fisting the expensive fabric of her suit as you established a ruthless bouncing rhythm that made your thighs burn and your breath stutter as her cock slammed into you.

“Say this cock is mine” You ordered, your voice dropping to a husky, breathless command. You didn't slow the rhythm, if anything you made each thrust more insistent as you continued rocking against her, rolling your hips just so you can hear that whimper leave her lips. “that it'll always be mine.”

“Fuck,” Toph whined, Her hands abandoned your sides, her fingers clawing into the leather as if trying to anchor herself to a world that was currently spinning out of her control. She was lost to her pleasure, to the feel of you wrapped around her cock, walls clenching around her. “It's yours baby, this cock is only yours.”

You savored the words, humming in satisfaction. Hearing her claim herself for you while her body was trembling and her cock was buried deep inside you was the ultimate gift.

“Good girl,” Your pace grew frantic, thighs trembling from the effort. “Fuck I'm going to come and don’t you dare come before me. You better hold it.”

You dove back in to capture her lips in a heated kiss and the angle changed, she was somehow slamming into you deeper. Your spine arched as her hips lifted completely off the seat with a precision that shook the entire car and sent ripples up your spine. A delicious kind of pain now building in your core.

Toph let out one of the most pathetic sounds that you've ever heard fall from her lips. It was a high, keening, whimper of pure unadulterated pleasure as her cock brutalizes that spongy part inside of you.

You drank in the sound, letting it echo against your tongue as you swallowed it. You felt your own walls spasm around her. You were going to break her and yourself right here in this darkened car.

You felt her hand scramble between your bodies, clumsily reaching for your clit. You leaned back, your spine arching, your hands gripping the center console for leverage. She was fucking you so deep, so right, as if she were trying to make a statement, remind you that the ownership worked both ways. She knew what spots to hit, what thrusts would send you over the edge and she was determined to get you there.

From this angle you could see and feel everything so much more. You moaned at the sight of her cock coming completely out and then disappearing inside of you. You could see the bulge in your stomach through your dress every time she slammed back into you. Your slickness was pooling in her lap, ruining the expensive fabric of her designer dress pants. You moaned, seizing her wrist, guiding her fingers to your throbbing clit, forcing her into the rhythmic circular motion your body demanded.

“Fuck,” you choked, your entire body lunched forward the moment her calloused fingers made contact with your clit. Your lips landed somewhere on her neck, your thighs seizing around her. You ground down onto the base of her cock again, and again, forcing every last inch of her inside of you.

Toph circled your clit with a feverish, desperate haste. You could feel the pressure of your orgasm building, your vision started to blur, narrowing until toph was the only thing you could see. Your hands tangled in her hair, clawing at her scalp, pulling her head back one last time.

“Don't you dare stop.”

“I would never. I couldn't even if I wanted to baby you're so tight around me.” Toph's voice was ragged, her chest was heaving. Her fingers moved rapidly between your legs. “Tell me how my cock feels inside of you.” She urged, her own needs bleeding through the command.

“Shut–” Your voice broke, as your hips stuttered. The heavy drag of her cock suddenly struck your g-spot with devastating accuracy and Toph knew it would carry you over the edge. Your brain temporarily short circuited. “Shut the fuck up.”

It only took three deep strokes to tip you over the edge. And when you came, it was with a sharp cry, your vision went white, your entire body tensing, your legs shaking around her as your cunt spasmed wildly around her cock. The intense waves of pleasure tingling up your spine and completely overtaking all your senses.

Toph, didn't wait for you to come down from your orgasmic bliss. Feeling your pussy constrict around her cock caused the last ebb of her restraint that she was willing to exercise snap. Toph immediately snapped her hips upward, breathing through her mouth as she gasped in deep lungfuls of air, chasing her own release with desperate, urgent thrusts.

“That's it baby,” Your words slurred as she rutted into you. “I want you to come deep inside me, fill me up.”

That was all it took.

Toph came with a guttural, broken groan. Her hips slamming up as she pumped rope after rope of thick hot cum deep into you. The feel of her cum painting your walls sent you barreling towards your second orgasm in such a short period of time. Your cunt gripped around her cock so tight she could barely thrust forward. You kept her snug inside you, milking every last drop of her cum until Toph was trembling beneath you.

You were both saturated in sweat, your dress clung to your skin in a way that was sticky and uncomfortable. You couldn't feel your legs, you didn't even think about moving. You lifted your head, eyes half lidded, you pressed a kiss to the corner of Toph's mouth before nuzzling her cheek.

Toph's arms circled around you, the pad of her thumb caressing your hip tenderly.

“I-I love you.” Toph's voice was so low you almost didn't hear her. “And I should've told that woman to back off and I didn't and for that I'm sorry baby.”

“I love you too.” You placed a kiss on the underside of her jaw where her pulse fluttered. “And I'm sorry for being such a control freak–”

Toph laughed, the sound resonating in the car. “no you aren't.”

“Hey.” You pout, sitting up in her lap a little too quickly causing the both of you to groan at how sensitive you were. You lifted off of her on shaky legs, her limp cock slipping out of you as you collapsed onto the seat next to her. “You know I'm working on it.”

“Working on it? I dont know about all that.” Toph rasped, a weak but genuine smirk tugging at her mouth. “And you better not work on it too hard. I’ve gotten used to you being a bossy, possessive, pain in my ass.”

You let out a soft, defeated huff, leaning your head back against the seat and closing your eyes. Something warm and deeply tender bloomed in your chest. You were so in love with this woman and sometimes it became so much that you struggled to put it into words. You could feel the tears prickling in your eyes and you knew she could feel you getting emotional.

“You're doing that thing again,” Toph murmured. Her hand finding its way to your lap, searching for the warmth of your skin that was covered by your dress. You guided her hand up towards your chest and over your heart. Her thumb traced slow circles against the skin there.

“What thing?”

“Where your heart sounds like a bowl of mush after we have the most mind blowing sex. It’s disgusting.”

“You love it,” you countered, your voice barely a whisper. The smile on your face growing.

“I hate it,” Toph lied, but the way she was leaning toward you told a different story. “It’s too loud. I can’t hear myself think over all your soft feelings.”

“Says the woman that just tried to fuck my soul out of me.” You laughed, shaking your head. “Now I'm really going to need that bath.”

A comfortable silence fell between you once again before Toph spoke up.

“Alright come on, get up.” she said, her voice dropping to a low, sleepy rumble. You helped Toph buckle her pants and clean up the best you could given your circumstances. “If we stay here any longer, you're going to start crying or something, and I can't handle that on an empty stomach.”

You climbed out of the car and helped her to the passenger side, buckling her seat belt for her. Once you were both settled you turned the key in the ignition. The car hummed to life, a peaceful, domestic vibration settled in the air now.

“Pizza first?” You asked as you backed out of the parking space.

“Pizza first," she agreed, her hand sliding up to rest in yours on the gear shift.

The drive home was quiet, the city lights blurred past the windows, casting long shadows across Toph’s face as she sat with her eyes closed, hand on your thigh, finally letting the weight of the evening settle.

'This wasn't supposed to happen,' you thought to yourself, though you made no attempt to escape from her embrace, even as you felt stronger, warmer hands creep behind you, undoing the buttons of your dress.

You were just supposed to inform the Fire Lord of a letter he received, as you usually did.

You'd been on your way, the letter held carefully in your hands as you tried to keep your composure.

It was in the cool darkness of the hallway that you were met with… sounds — soft, barely audible. But unmistakable.

You should have left, should have understood that it was none of your business.

But curiosity, and the longing for something much more, pushed you on.

There, they were.

The Fire Lord himself, pressed against a nearby wall, red bruises lining his neck, and someone else. Someone you didn't immediately recognize.

'Is that?'

A breath caught in your throat as you looked closer. Toph Beifong?

You had been seeing her around the palace recently. But you always assumed she was here for official matters, not this.

Definitely not this.

Her hands were hidden beneath the red linen of his shirt, exploring every inch of the muscles that rippled beneath.

You gulped, that devastatingly familiar warmth pooling between your thighs.

This was wrong, right?

Watching your boss and his… friend make out in the hallway.

It had to be.

And yet, you stayed, eyes glued to them, thighs rubbing gently against each other as your own desire grew.

"Please," you heard Zuko whine, eyebrow furrowing as he slowly dropped to his knees.

Surely, he wouldn't.

Not right here in the hallway.

"Please. It's been so long," he said, hands crawling up to Toph's thighs.

"I'll do it just how you like it… just… let me."

Even in the dim lighting of that passageway, you couldn't miss the smirk that slowly formed on Toph's lips.

"You're lucky I'm in a good mood today."

Without wasting much time, he dove forward, hands reaching for her pants.

And that was about the time your senses returned to you.

You staggered back, trying to move as quietly as your shaky legs would take you and into your room.

You set the letter on your desk, crashing into your bed.

Your mind was an absolute mess, a million and one thoughts swirling all around.

But a certain heat bleeding right through your underwear made it difficult to think straight.

You had to take care of that first.

With a deep breath, you closed your eyes, barely escaped shame returning once more as you pictured what you had just seen in the hallway.

The bruises in Zuko's skin, the pathetic, needy look in his eyes. The way Toph's hands glided through his hair as he slowly lowered her pants.

"Fuck," you cursed softly, fingers finding that wet patch of fabric.

You teased yourself slowly, featherlight touches through the piece of clothing.

And when you couldn't take it anymore, you slid them in — embarrassingly easily.

Two at first, enough to stretch you out without being overwhelming. Your hips jerked slightly, grinding against your palm as said fingers worked inside you, curling just right to hit that sensitive spot deep within.

Your free hand moved to your shirt, rolling a hardened nipple as you continued to chase your high, the image of a groaning Toph filling your head.

And sadly, not your pussy.

You bit your bottom lip hard, eyes locked shut as you imagined what it'd be like to be underneath them both, being forced to take it over and over again till you couldn't anymore.

To feel strong hands pull you by your hair as another pair explores every inch of your body, pinching your clit while a thick cock stretches your dripping hole wide.

You wondered if it was because of the built-up tension, or the pure filth running through your head.

Either way, it didn't take long for you to reach your peak.

Not at all.

And when you did, it was violent. Hips spasming irregularly as slick coated your fingers and bedsheets, your walls clenching hard around your thrusting fingers in rhythmic pulses.

You collapsed into the bed, clarity hitting you like a train.

What the fuck did you just do?

- - -

You lay there panting, chest heaving as the aftershocks faded, your fingers still slick with your own cum pressed against your thigh. Heat flooded your cheeks — not from arousal now, but from embarrassment that made you want to sink into the mattress and disappear. How could you have watched them like that, gotten off to the sight of your Fire Lord begging on his knees? You were just a servant, nothing more, and now your mind was tainted with visions of their bodies tangled with yours.

Shame twisted in your gut, hot and unrelenting, as you pulled the sheets over your head, wishing you could erase the sticky evidence between your legs.

Just then, a sharp knock at the door jolted you upright.

"Miss?" came a servant's voice from the other side, timid but insistent. "The Fire Lord requests your presence immediately."

- - -

A shaky hand reached for the huge wooden doors of Zuko's chambers, sweat trickling down your back in cold beads.

Did he know?

Of course not.

How could he? It was probably just the letter.

That had to be it, right?

Desperation gnawed at your heart as you tried to convince yourself this had nothing to do with what you witnessed an hour before.

If only it worked.

With a pounding heart, you reached forward, knocking gently. The door creaked open, and you stepped inside, moving a few paces forward. In the shadowed corner, you noticed subtle movements, weirdly familiar movements — bodies shifting in the dim firelight.

You froze.

There they were (again): Toph and Zuko, lips locked hungrily, hands roaming with urgent need.

A rush of arousal flooded your core, mixed with fear and a burning embarrassment. Your palms grew slick with sweat, heart racing impossible fast.

Confusion swirled in your mind as you stammered, "I-I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to intrude!"

How did you manage to walk in on them twice in one night?!

You spun on your heel, desperate to flee.

But Toph rose slowly from the bed, her bare feet padding across the stone floor. She walked right toward you, a smirk playing on her lips.

“Why so nervous all of a sudden? You didn't seem this jumpy an hour ago... when you were watching us."

‘Shit.’

They knew.

Fuck, they knew.

You'd never wanted to disappear as badly as you did now.

Heat blazed across your cheeks like an open flame.

"I-I'm sorry! My curiosity got the better of me. I shouldn't have... I'll accept any punishment. Please, forgive me!" you stuttered, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. The embarrassment that swirled deep in your chest only seemed to grow as time went on. But so did the fire between your thighs.

Zuko's voice cut in from the bed, his tone laced with intrigue. "Any?"

And perhaps you shouldn't have suggested that.

One moment you were standing a few feet away from Toph, gaze lowered, your hands picking at the skin around your nails, and the next her lips were devouring yours, pushing you back onto the bed with barely suppressed need.

You moaned loudly, the taste of her tongue completely eroding your senses.

Zuko pressed in from behind, his hard cock grinding firmly against your ass through his robes, his hands carefully undoing the buttons of your servant's wear. You could feel every thick inch of him throbbing, and your pussy ached, ached with the desperate need to be filled up.

Completely.

‘God.’

"Please," you begged them, voice breaking with lust, shame finally evading you.

"I really… I really need it."

Toph pulled back just enough to grin mischievously.

"You're not exactly in a position to make requests... but that look on your face? Too fucking good to pass up."

Zuko stayed pressed behind you, his cock still grinding insistently against the warmth of your body as Toph yanked her robes open and away. Her glistening pussy was exposed, a patch of hair above swollen folds, already dripping with arousal.

"Eat," Toph ordered, cloudy pupils fixed on you.

You dove in eagerly, sucking and licking through her wet, shiny folds, savoring the tangy taste of her juices — the best thing that has ever graced your tongue.

You whined, your own hand slipping beneath your underwear, fingers seeking relief. But Zuko's strong grip stopped you mid-motion.

"Just focus on her," he muttered, eyes locked onto the blissed out look on Toph's face.

Before you could even react, he pushed your dress higher, fully exposing your sopping pussy, reddened and pulsing with lust.

“So desperate..." you heard him whisper, his voice laced with both amusement and arousal.

His leaky cockhead dragged along the edges of your slit, teasing your entrance until you groaned deeply against Toph's clit. Then he slid inside, stretching you with his thickness. He was huge — big enough to deliver that delicious sting you'd fantasized about during countless lonely nights, your walls clenching greedily around every veined inch.

Toph noticed your pace falter and fisted your hair, yanking you deeper into her pussy. You moaned, the vibrations humming through her core. You were overwhelmed completely — by the slick wetness staining your lips and the thick cock plunging relentlessly in and out of your cunt.

Rough hands gripped your hip as Zuko adjusted his angle, lowering to thrust even deeper. His grunts filled your ears, hot breath ghosting your neck as he fucked you harder, hips snapping with even greater intensity.

"Look at you. Taking us so well..."

The praise moved from his lips straight to your core, soaking you even more, if that was possible at all.

Toph's grinding slowly grew erratic, her breaths hitching, lower lip caught between her teeth. You grabbed onto her hips for support, quickening your pace as you lapped at her cunt like a woman dying of thirst.

Finally, she shattered, coming hard in your mouth. And she looked even better than you'd imagined. Her muscles rippled under your lips, toned thighs clamping your head as her hands gripped your hair tighter, that sweet, sweet sting on your scalp making your pussy clench around Zuko like a vise.

He felt it all.

Every flutter, every squeeze along his length. And the sight and sound of Toph's peak pushed him right over the edge.

With a guttural groan, he pulled out just in time, unleashing thick white spurts of release across your back. A flare of heat escaped him, wafts of steam rising from his flushed skin as his climax flooded through him.

It felt good — the warmth released onto you.

But you were now left aching, empty, unsatisfied, your cunt throbbing with unspent need. They both panted heavily as you sat up straight between them, soft whimpers escaping your lips.

You knew you shouldn't ask. This was weird enough already. But they couldn't just leave you hanging like this... right?

Toph seemed to have read your mind, without even needing to see you.

She shoved you flat on the bed, her fingers plunging into your pussy without mercy, curling and thrusting hard.

“So wet for us…”

Zuko leaned in, his mouth — warm and insistent — trailing hot kisses over your sweat-soaked skin: neck, collarbone, breasts, as Toph worked inside you relentlessly.

And when your orgasm hit, it was like a tidal wave. You came so hard your body convulsed, squirting warm fluids that splashed across you three in messy arcs.

Relief washed over you, but before you could even catch your breath, you felt Zuko's cock — slightly hard — pressing against your still-quivering hole once more.

"We're not done yet.”

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A/N: Zuko ended up being a lot less sub than I'd wanted, but oh well.

Masterlist | Headcanons

Roommate!Shoko pats your ass before she goes over to the counter to make coffee. “I’ve always been like this, but I used to have my parents physically dragging me out of bed. Guess I need a special touch.”

It’s gotten so bad that her friend, Gojo, has offered you a lot of money to get her out of the apartment on time. 

And you’re not one to turn down money.

So you devised a plan to capitalise on this. You tried banging pots and pans, leaving ten alarms so that they blare all at once, shaking her, yelling right in her ear — nothing. She will not budge. She will not flinch. 

She will not wake the hell up.

So it’s clear that by ‘special’ she doesn’t mean violence, because you’ve rained attacks on her with her pillow many times and it never did anything but tire you out.

Until, one day, you discovered, by complete accident, that there’s a foolproof way to get her up and alert: orgasms. 

It really was an accident. 

You were trying to wrangle her out of bed, and changed so that when she did wake up, she could rush out of the apartment instead of wasting time trying to pick an outfit. It was thoughtful. Smart. Genius! 

But she never makes anything easy for you. 

Her body fought against your attempts, wanting to cling to the comfortable mattress and stay in the warm comforts of her blanket. In all the wriggling and fighting, your thigh ended up between hers, lodged firmly to the apex. 

You realised too late what was happening; you still fought and fought, and was accidentally grinding your thigh to her pussy. It only became apparent to you what a horrible mistake you had made and what an unfortunate position you were in when her arms locked around your torso to keep you in place as she subconsciously humped your leg. 

Then her body was spasming. She was moaning in your ear, leaving a warm wetness on your skin. 

Within seconds, she was awake and confused as to what you were doing above her, all flustered and aghast. 

You didn’t want to tell her what happened, out of embarrassment. In fact, you vowed to take it to your grave. But the money dropped in your account, with a note that said, thx for working miracles, from The Strongest. And for the first time in months, maybe even years, you were able to splurge. 

So, guilt-ridden and fully prepared to go to jail, you explained. 

Roommate!Shoko hummed, arms and legs crossed. She eyed you through her long lashes before a devious smile pulled at her lips. “So, you molested me in my sleep and woke me up.”

“I wouldn’t put it like that,” you argued, cringing. “But, yeah, I guess. I promise it was an accident though!”

She cradled your cheek and tenderly pressed a kiss to the other. “It’s alright. I’m actually quite grateful we found a solution to my sleeping problem.”

A beat of silence passed.

“What?”

Casually, she strutted off and jumped on the sofa. She patted the seat next to her as she said, “You want money, I want to wake up on time. Sounds pretty simple to me. Do what you gotta do, and we don’t have to talk about it after. It’ll be our little secret.”

Things spiralled soon after. 

A routine formed. 

Every morning, varying the time based on what she had going on that day, you would sneak into her room, checking she’s asleep. 

Today is no different.

The door opens to your touch. You step in.

Roommate!Shoko lies over her covers, on her stomach, dressed in only her panties and a big T-shirt that belongs to Geto. You sigh. There’s 20 minutes before she has to get to her feet and wash up if she wants to make it on time for a lecture. A med student really cannot afford to be missing any classes and lectures, so you never understood why she doesn’t take care of herself better.

Being the one to make sure she can make good on her promises and graduate with a degree has become your responsibility. The burden is heavy. It’s not like you have nothing going on in your life. 

At this point, however, when you’ve earned thousands and are swimming in money because she’s friends with a rich kid, you can’t complain. 

With a little groan, you flip her on her back. 

Still nothing.

“Jeez, Sho,” you mutter, “I could throw you down a flight of stairs and you’d still be snoring.”

You trail your fingers over her bare thigh, until they skim the hem of her grey Calvin Klein panties. It’s one of your favourites. Maybe she knows that, maybe she doesn’t. Who’s to say if she gets herself into positions that pushes her gorgeous ass out on purpose, if she wears clothes she knows you can’t get enough of?

Parting her legs for her, you hum as you press an indent on her clothed slit. It surprises you every time how squishy her pussy lips are. Her hips jolt. You easily find her clit, rubbing in gentle circles, just the way she likes at first. 

Roommate!Shoko stirs. 

You lie on your stomach on the bed, keeping her legs spread. The mattress drips. The bed frame creaks. Does she wake up? 

Of course not.

Her thighs are smooth and soft; they’re nice to lay on when you’re watching movies together. They’re even nicer to rest your cheek on when you’re up close and personal with her panties. Your nose nudges the cute little bump where her clit is, inhaling her sweet scent.

A wet spot has formed at the gusset — grey panties show it so easily. Giggling a little, you press a kiss to the darker spot. You lick the faint taste of her off your lips. Not even a second later, you’re suckling on the fabric. “Mm, Sho. I can already taste you,” you tell her, even though she can’t hear.

Roommate!Shoko releases a low moan. When you peek up, she’s still asleep. Her lips are parted, her breathing’s steady, eyes closed. Although, you do spot a light dusting of pink on her cheeks and the way her two middle fingers, which rests upon her pillow, twitches.

All good signs.

With 15 minutes left to go, you decide to up the ante; pulling her panties to the side, you’re met with her puffy lips, which have grown shiny with her juices. The heat radiating has you growing dizzy. 

It’s silly really, how you’re more affected than her.

There’s always a mix of feelings inside you every time you do this: guilt because she has no idea exactly what you do to her, excitement because she has no idea that you take the initiative to suck on her clit, and disappointment because she has no idea and cannot return the favour. 

After each time, you send her off or you leave first, you’re always left with an itch you have to scratch, on your own. You’ve wondered many times how nice it would be to have her between your legs, to feel her slender fingers in you and sinful mouth on you. 

Of course, you know this is wrong, that this arrangement isn’t healthy or ethical, but it’s for her own good. It’s simply a bonus that this isn’t much of a sacrifice to make because you’ve always had a fat crush on your smart, witty, sexy as sin roommate, with her slender legs, wide hips, slutty waist, and huge tits. 

Speaking of…

A hand creeps up. You grope one of her breasts over her shirt. Fat pudge between your fingers. Her nipple is hard, poking your palm. You run a blunt nail down the little bud. Her back arches. Like clockwork. 

Roommate!Shoko loves to have her tits played, especially over the top, where the friction and the texture of her shirt adds a special kind of thrill. 

Right on cue, a fresh wave of pussy juices oozes out of her, dripping down the plumpness of her ass. You collect it on the tip of your tongue, then bury it back inside her. Warm, gummy walls clench around the wet appendage. Above you, another moan resounds. It shoots straight through your body. Your own pussy reacts.

Even in her sleep she’s so hot. 

“Don’t worry, Sho,” you chirp. “I’ll have you awake soon.”

You lick a fat stripe up her slit.

Her juices are sweet and tangy, with a distinct taste of her. It’s intoxicating. Her internal heat and your breath creates a humid mix that has your and her clit throbbing seemingly in tandem. You greedily lick as much of her as you can, making sure to flick her cute button on your way up. 

“Mmm.” 

Roommate!Shoko’s shuffling now, writhing slowly. Her breathing’s grown irregular, deeper, face more flushed. One leg wrestles itself from your grip. It throws itself over your shoulder, bending to push your head even closer. Soothing, you brush her heated flesh.

In her sleep, her pelvis rocks up. It’s subconsciously grinding her whole pussy on your face, seeking the tip of your nose to satisfy her needy clit. That’s fine with you — you can shove your tongue inside her pussy and curl it against the rough texture near the entrance in the meantime.

Both of your hands are squeezing and massaging her tits, wanting to hear more sleepy moans and groans from her pretty lips. You could play with them for hours. They’re a work of wonder. She’s always pressing them against your back, your arms, in your face. Sometimes you think she does it on purpose. Perhaps you hope she does.

Lewd sounds are being wrung out by your mouth, which has become an expert in her body by now: squelches, slurrrrps, and the sticking of skin with the messiness of her wetness spreading itself all over your cheeks, chin, her inner thighs.

You look at the alarm clock on her bedside table.

4 minutes. 

How time flies when you’re having fun. 

“Alright, Sho. You’re gonna need to cum for me,” you tell her, slapping the side of her tit to watch it bounce. She gasps. 

Since she hasn’t woken up yet, her bladder’s probably full. And everyone knows the best time to touch yourself is when you need to pee. She’s not an exception. 

You press a hand down on her lower belly as you wrap your swollen lips around her clit. At the same time that you apply pressure, you suuuuckkk! it hard.

Roommate!Shoko’s hips jerk. They threaten to pull away from you. You hold her body down, mercilessly devouring her cunt with increasing hunger. The pulsing of her clit and the clenching of her insides have intensified. She’s close. Really close.

“N-no,” she breathes out. “Nghhh, gonna -hah- gonna…”

She’s throwing her head side to side, eyes shut tight, and low moans turning into louder groans and whines. 

Finally, her body tenses. 

A ferocious climax tears right through her. 

You hold her firmly as she cums, lapping incessantly at the juices overflowing, threatening to stain her bedsheets. Your hips hump the bed, overwhelmed by the tightness of her thighs which clamp around your bed, trying to suffocate you, undecided between wanting to push you away or pull you in. 

There’s barely any stimulation. It’s frustrating. Infuriating. Maddening. Maybe you should try scissoring with her. Would she mind? 

The clock reads that there’s only a minute to spare. Sloppy work.

Knowing that any second now, she’ll be waking up, you give her quick licks around to clean her up. Then you move her panties back into place. Right as the alarm goes off, you’re standing to your feet.

Roommate!Shoko’s eyes flutter open. 

She grips a breast in one hand and her pussy with the other, wanting to calm the aches you’re sure as she’s still feeling the tremors of pleasure in her system.

“Morning, Sho.”

Her eyes dart to you. She lets her body go. If she’s embarrassed she’s been caught grinding into the heel of her palm, she doesn’t show it. Instead, she gives you a lazy smile. “Mmm, hi, gorgeous. You know how I love when you’re the first thing I see in the mornings.”

Even freshly woken up, she’s a flirt. 

Taking her hand, you pull her to a sitting position. She runs a hand through her hair and exhales. “Man, whatever you did, you did really well. I feel so light. Mm, my pussy’s tingling.”

“We don’t talk about it, remember?”

Roommate!Shoko bites her lip, and, with a smirk, raises her arms in surrender. “Of course. My bad.”

Her hands grip your hips. You find your body being used as leverage so that she can get to her feet. You’re chest to chest now. Her hard nipples scrape yours. You fight the urge to moan right in her face. Pelvis to pelvis too; you feel the heat of her pussy through your shorts. You wonder if she feels yours.

Tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, she purrs, “You always take such good care of me, don’t you, roomie?”

“Anything to afford rent,” you say.

With a yawn, she side steps you to head to her en-suite bathroom. “Don’t I know it? Well, I appreciate you coming into my room everyday to make sure I wake up to my alarm. You go above and beyond. You’re the best. I love you, babe.”

“Don’t mention it.”

You fall to her bed. Partly because your knees are weak, because your pussy’s still throbbing and you need some friction, and partly to hide the wet spot that’s formed on her sheet. 

At the doorway, she pauses. 

Turning her head to look at you, she gives a wry smile. That’s all the warning you get before she’s shrugging her shirt and panties off. You get an eyeful of pale skin and curves you want to take a bite of. 

“Shoko!”

Roommate!Shoko looks at you with innocent, bambi eyes. “What’s wrong? We’re both girls.”

“It doesn’t matter,” you splutter, looking away even though you really want to look. And occasionally looking back, as though you can’t help it. “Where are your manners?”

The girl’s shameless.

Truly, utterly shameless.

A normal person would be ashamed that they have to be eaten out by their roommate to wake up. A normal person wouldn’t be undressing right in front of their roommate. But then again, a normal person wouldn’t be eating their roommate out for money either. 

She rolls her eyes. “My manners?” she repeats. “Where are yours?”

“What’re you talking about?”

Roommate!Shoko runs a finger across her lips and says, “Got a little something there.” 

Face flushing, you hurriedly wipe away her juices from your lips and chin. Oh god, that is humiliating. How long had that been there? Why didn’t she say anything sooner?

She laughs. “You know, you’re allowed to try different methods to wake me up, right?”

“Oh.” A twinge of disappointment hits you. Frowning a little, you ask, “You want me to go back to wafting smelling salts under your nose? That did seem to work for a little bit.”

Roommate!Shoko shakes her head. “No, babes, I’m saying you should let me have something sweet once in a while. Switch it up here and there, y’know? Have some fun for yourself.” With a grin that’s all sorts of bad for your heart rate, she adds, “I don’t bite.”

You gulp.

“Noted.”