i desperately need more police chief toph !! (take ur time don’t rush)
scared? — police chief!toph x wife!reader
warnings: 18+ nsfw, porn without plot, gun play!!, slightly semi-public sex?, fingering, gagging, nipple play, thigh riding.
author’s note: i’ve been thinking about gun play with police chief toph for ages.. just had to get it out of my system. enjoy, freaks! sort of a smutty sequel to this.
wc: 1.9k
you waited patiently by the door of toph’s office, holding a basket of food once again; a habit that formed over the amount of nights your wife had to stay at work for absurdly long hours. you figured the least you could do to help was bring her dinner or sometimes even stay by her side as she worked.
tonight didn’t really seem like one of those nights — her screaming managed to reach your ears even through the thick metal door, though muffled so you couldn’t really tell what she was mad about; but it didn’t take a genius to know someone had pissed her off again.
you sighed. angry toph meant no sitting on her lap and pressing sweet kisses to her neck as she sifted through reports that she had you read for her sometimes.. and of course ending up bent over her desk.
you even wore the lacy set she liked. so unfair.
the sound of the knob twisting snaps you back to reality, making you stand up straight. you bow shyly to the exiting figures, tired officers walking off with their tail between their legs.
judging from their downcast eyes, that was one hell of a scolding.
you peek inside, spotting your wife pacing around her desk with her hands over her head. a string of curses escapes her lips before her hands slam down on the hardwood, causing you to jump.
she plops down on her chair with a loud grunt, tipping her head back.
you swallow and give the open door a shy knock, fingers already sweaty around the handle of your basket.
“what?” she snaps, glaring your way. “who is it now? what the hell do you want? did you forget another fucking document?”
her yelling startles you, earning a small gasp from you, and her shoulders immediately sag at the sound. “oh.” she wipes her hands over her tired face, “it’s you. i’m sorry, sweetheart. i thought one of them came back.”
“ah— no, i understand.” you wave off her apology, nervously walking over to where she was seated. “um,” you set the dinner down on her desk, gaze roving over her tense features. “i.. i made your favourite.”
she only sighs, rubbing her eyes. “thank you.”
“.. you’re welcome,” you mumble, an awkward silence setting in right after. she must be really pissed — toph was usually more grateful for your visiting her so late at night, much less bringing her food. but right now, it felt like your very presence wasn’t that welcome.
your feet were beginning to cramp from how long you were standing, shifting your weight uncomfortably.
“..toph? honey?” you muster up enough courage to finally speak, while her eyes remained shut in frustration. “should i.. leave?”
“no.” the reply is quick, and so is her sitting up. she reaches for your wrist across the table, pulling you over to stand between her legs.
she exhales through her nose, feeling up your hips. “sorry, sweetheart. today’s been one hell of a fucking day. made me wanna reach for my gun and shove it in my eye socket.”
you hum, fingers tracing circles on her cheeks. “i don’t think that’s a very healthy solution.”
“yeah?” she pulls you down to straddle one of her thighs, a small smirk finally tugging at her lips. “baby wants me to stay with her?”
you smile shyly, pressing a soft kiss to her nose. “yeah. i need you, tophie.”
“careful with that,” she gives her leg a bounce, making you jolt and let out an involuntary whimper at the sensation.
her buff arms wrap around your waist, pulling your body flush against hers as her voice lowers down to a sultry whisper. “that sentence’s always trouble.”
“i didn’t even mean it that way, pervert.” you pout, but your breath hitches when warm lips find your neck.
soft moans slip out of your mouth, tilting your head back to give her more free canvas. you feel her grin against your kiss-littered skin, “you sure about that?”
you don’t get a chance to reply, her rough hands sliding under your shirt to find your already hardened nipples.
“so worked up from a few touches,” she teases, reveling in your pathetic mewls and the drag of your shamefully soaked cunt against her clothed thigh. “you’re too easy.”
“you’re too tense,” you breathe out, your hips rolling needily over her strong leg, her calloused fingertips working your sensitive tits. “mmfgh,” you crash your lips against hers into a heated kiss, her body tensing even further under you. “let me help, tophie.”
“oh don’t say that,” she practically growls, nipping harshly at your bottom lip. “never say that.”
“why?” you whine into her mouth, grinding even harder. “i want to help you.”
she scoffs, “don’t say that when i’m this mad. you can’t handle it.”
“yes i can,” you huff — well, it’s more a moan than a huff really —, trying to compose yourself enough to speak. “mhh.. you should let off some steam with me, tophie.”
she groans, coaxing a garbled scream out of you with a mean twist of your nipples. “big words for such a weak girl.”
“no! aahh— mngh,” you mewl when one of her hands ditches your chest to find the swell of your ass, grabbing and squeezing the fat. “i—i can handle it. please.”
she rasps a laugh, feeling you arch up against her hand. “can you, really?”
you nod, your mouth shut to prevent drool from dribbling out of your lips at the delicious friction of her pant against your clit.
though it’s quickly forced open into a surprised gasp when a harsh strike suddenly lands on your ass cheek.
she wastes no time in easily manhandling you and flipping you around, her two hands now down to the back of your thighs as your back meets her chest. you feel her hot breath nip at your ear, “let’s see how much you can take before you crack, angel.”
“oh— oh my god,” are the last coherent words that leave your mouth before your thighs are hiked up over the arm rests, spread wide open for her nimble fingers to lift up your mini skirt and tug your panties to the side.
her chest rumbles with laughter against your back, “you’re this wet just from humping my leg? what are you, a bitch in heat?”
you’d have loved to answer if she didn’t immediately plunge two fingers knuckle-deep into you right off the bat, her other hand quickly slapping over your mouth to muffle your startled scream.
“shh baby,” she coos into your ear, smiling at the feel of your tears streaming down your cheeks to reach her hand. “we don’t want the others to hear you, hm? you left the door unlocked after all. really, really wouldn’t want anyone coming in.”
her digits pump in and out of you greedily, the filthy squelches more than loud enough to make up for your stifled noises. you’d in fact left the door open behind you, and now you couldn’t rip your eyes off it, terrified of someone passing by.
but oh, who could actually focus on that when such thick fingers were scissoring them open?
you lick and bite at her hand on your mouth, trying to pry it off so you could inhale more air, your poor nose not enough anymore to sustain you throughout this delicious finger-fucking.
she clicks her tongue, annoyed at your stupid attempts, finally taking her now moist hand off your mouth. “can’t behave, can you?”
you pant, chest heaving, sucking in sharp breaths that were knocked out of your lungs just as quickly at every curl of her strong fingers against your g-spot.
“oh toph!” your eyes roll back, thighs spasming against the chair when she bullies a third finger in. “oh— oh god. fuck!”
“so loud.” she tuts, picking up the pace in spite of her scolding. “you’re worsening my headache.”
your earlier worries were completely flung out the window, shamelessly moaning and arching your hips up to meet with every thrust of her skilled fingers, garbled praise and curses leaving your quivering lips.
through your daze, you hear an awfully familiar metallic click! , and before you try to pinpoint what it was, she kindly indulges your curiosity the next second, the tip of a gun pushing through your parted lips.
you squeal through the gradually shrinking gaps, “n—no! wait, toph, i think it’s loaded— mmph!!”
the metal stretches out your mouth, cutting off every other potential noise. she grins, pressing a taunting kiss to your neck, “i know. that’s the fun.”
the fun? the fun???? she just cocked her gun and shoved it in your mouth, and called it fun?
its heaviness against your tongue left no room for doubt — it was definitely loaded. the thought had your stomach collapsing over itself, cold sweat rolling down your temples.
“awh, don’t be so scared.” she croons sweetly, padded fingertips prodding at your spongy spot to feel you writhe against her. her index swipes over the trigger, and your eyes almost pop out of the sockets, your screaming vibrating uselessly through the metal.
she chuckles, “you’re married to the police chief, baby. i know how to handle a gun. relax, i won’t pull the trigger. wouldn’t want my pretty girl’s brains splattered all over my office’s walls, right?”
honestly, you were just surprised you didn’t pee all over her hand already.
you were so terrified, whole body shuddering as your eyes followed the teasing glide of her finger over the trigger, your very life hanging in the balance.. and yet, the knot in your gut only tightened in arousal, the line between fear and pleasure becoming a hazy blur.
her thumb finds your sensitive clit to rub fast circles on it, and your vision flashes white, thrashing wildly in her grasp with your sobs and shrieks muffled.
“ah-ah,” she taps her gun against the top row of your teeth in warning. “don’t move around so much. you know, you could make me accidentally shoot.”
an upwards curl of her fingers inside you has you gagging around the metal, gushing all over her hand as drool seeps through the corners of the full gun to drip down your chin.
“attagirl.” toph kisses your cheek, the gesture too sweet for whatever the fuck she just did to you, drinking in your poor body’s trembling against hers. “see, you made it out alive.”
maybe you should add rat poison to her next meal. see if she can make it out alive too.
toph breathes out a laugh, easily sensing your irritation. “hey now, don’t be mad. you just came alllll over my fingers. i deserve a thank you.”
she pulls them out of you with a wet pop, bringing them to her mouth for a taste.
“sweet. i think the fear adds some flavor,” she withdraws her gun, its tip linked to your lolled out tongue with big strings of saliva as you pant heavily. she brings her fingers to your slack mouth, forcing you to suck the rest of your release off of them, “tastes better, right?”
you lick on them, a shiver racing down your spine when the cold air hits your now empty, drooling pussy. pleased hums accompany your obedient sucking, and when satisfied, she finally retracts them to let you speak.
“ugh—” you rest back against her shoulder, looking up at her through half-lidded eyes, limbs limp and breathing ragged. “s-see? i.. i told you i could handle it.”
“handle what?” she smiles down at you, and it’s not sweet. she pats the side of your still hiked up thigh with the saliva-slick weapon, “that’s cute.. but we’re nowhere near done, baby. go lock the door.”
