thinking about how big tough guy katsuki crumbles into a whiny pathetic little thing the moment ur foot presses down on his hard on. (twt!link)
19:54, he’d come in the house bitchin’ about some trainee that was assigned to shadow him at work getting in the way of him fighting villains, to which of course you tried to comfort him! but he dismissed you with a single sentence “going to get changed.” you hated when he’d let things happened at work, determine the energy that he’d bring in the house. plus- his mindless rambling lead him to be shedding his gauntlets and the rest of his hero uniform down to his boxers in a trail to your shared bedroom. leaving you to trail behind him and pick it up in annoyance.
strike one.
the stoves screen read 21:36, you placed a bowl of spaghetti in front of the already grumpy man along with a slice of garlic bread. you didn’t miss the way he smacked his teeth when he seen what was in the bowl. “this shit again?” he looked up at you with a confused expression, then he eyes leaving yours as he sighed dramatically, picked up the fork and took a bite. “swear it gets saltier every time i fuckin’ eat it…” he thought he mumbled to himself but you heard him loud and clear.
strike two.
you don’t even know what time it was now. you sat on the couch next to katsuki, but left some space in between the two of you. he was occupied with some action movie on the tv while you were trying to read some essay on substack. trying to read with the loud gunshots and blurts of profanity every five seconds while the tv was on volume 36 was driving you insane!
you took the remote and turned it down to 20. katsuki’s face twisted up as he looked over at you, “the fuck? what did you do that for?” he asked with some bite to his tone. you set the remote back down in between the two of you and went back to read on your phone, “too loud.” you spared him only two words, which really ticked him off. “okay? then go in the bedroom or some shit? don’t turn the fuckin’ tv down?” he grabbed the remote and turned it back up to 36.
you could go in the bedroom - but you didn’t want to! it’s just having the human decency of being considerate about what those around you are doing! “i don’t want to be in the bedroom right now, stop being such a dick!” you took the remote from him and turned it back down to 20, setting it back down in the gap between you. “if i’m being a dick, then you’re being a bitch!” he spat out taking the remote and turning it up to 40, and instead of putting in back on the couch he held the remote in his hand.
strike three.
you finally got up and stood in front of him, in between his manspread legs blocking his way of the tv. he tried to swerve his head around your body see the tv but you wouldn’t let him. you snatched the remote from him and turned the tv off. “what the fuck is your problem!?” he said, finally looked up at you. he eyes taking in the sight of your arms crossed over your chest making them spill out of your tiny tank top, a slight pout that you tried to stop from gracing your face, and your eyebrows pinched together in complete frustration. he thought you didn’t see the way he slightly bit his lip at the sight in front of him “no katsuki, what the fuck is your problem!” you leaned down to jab a finger, giving him a better view of your already prevalent cleavage.
“you come in here, bitch about your day and don’t even want to be comforted about it!” you stood back up as you counted on three fingers everything he’s done in the span of like 4 hours. “you talk shit under your breath about dinner after i told you im not making nothing new until all of that spaghetti is gone” you tick another finger down. his eyes now low as they watch you frustratedly talk about all the shit he’s done since you’ve seen him today “and then you start a petty ass argument with me because the tv was absolutely too fuckin’- are you seriously getting hard right now?”
you thought you were imagining how his hips twitched and slightly bucked as you were fussing at him, but now that you’re actually looking, you can clearly see the bulge forming under his pajama pants. katsukis hand drifted to his hard on as he pressed his palm against it, a satisfied sigh leaving his plump lips. you couldn’t believe his shamelessness, “you’re fucking unbelievable!”
katsuki doesn’t know what happened in between the seconds that you lifted your leg up and gently landed your foot right on his lap,
but he does know that he’ll be embarrassed at the sound he made forever.
“mmmnfghh-fuck!” he tried muffled his moan with his hand. his head tossing back on the couch as he pushed his hips up against the arch of your foot. “giving me attitude n’ now your humping my foot?” you pressed your foot down harder, watching his face scrunch up as he tried to swerve his hips away. his effort made no impact whatsoever, as you kept your foot pressed against him.
“pathetic.” you spat, your words made him moan all pretty. “ouuuh-fuck!-haaah..” his hips buck against your heel, he bites his lip as his low eyes are trained on your face. “imagine what everyone would think if they saw the temperamental hero humping my foot like a fucking dog.” he throws his head back at the thought of anyone else seeing him like this. face flushed, lips all swollen from the constant lip biting he was doing, hips chasing your foot for any type of pressure on his dick like a fucking dork.
this is probably the most embarrassing position he’s ever been put in.
katsuki felt like he was losing himself with each drag of your foot against his clothed cock, his breathy moans frequenting as he chases the pleasure. “mmfffuckk.. gonna make me cum jus’ like anghh!- thisss” he whined as he covered his face with both of his large hands. cute, you thought. “go ahead, make a mess on my foot like the pathetic little thing you are.” you said with a disinterested tone of voice, but deep down, you couldn’t ignore how the scenic view in front of you make your panties sticky with slick. your big tough boyfriend, weakened down to that of an animal in heat, only focused on getting pleasure no matter how embarrassing he may look.
his large hands covered his face, he knew this would haunt him. you would torment him about this very moment forever, but in this moment all he cared about was the sudden tightening of his balls as they prepared to shoot a load in his pajama pants. “ohhsshitt.. ‘m gonna cu-anghh! don’t stop!!” his sudden high pitched moans only made you rub your foot harder against his cock. his hands flew from his face to your foot as he grinded his cock against your foot, his movements stilling for the first time as he feels the knot in his stomach come undone.
his cock shooting hot cum in his pajamas pants, his toes curled in his socks from the pure intensity.“ooohhhfffuuuuhhcckk” he groaned throwing his head back, giving you a clear view of his adam’s apple bobbing up and down when silently gasping and breaths tried to escape his throat. the feeling your foot still rubbing against him while he came to prolong his orgasm had him gripping his hand around your ankle to stop you. when you finally lifted your foot from his crotch and stood up straight again, you saw the big wet spot on his pajama pants.
you roughly grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at you as you leaned down to speak in his face. “don’t do that shit ever again, katsuki.” was the last thing you said as you patted his cheek, not hard but enough to get your point across. you grabbed your phone from off of the couch, and walked away to the bedroom. your footsteps faded away while he sat manspread on the couch, a dumbfounded look on his red face, a bit of drool leaving his plump lips, arms laying helplessly by his sides, cum-stained pajama pants, legs slightly trembling, and his cock getting hard again.
he palmed himself once again, lazily looking in the direction of the bedroom.
“shit.”
a/n: thinking abt katsuki a lot lately, how abt u?
previous item on the menu: katsuki who presses on ur stomach when u gotta go
Summary: VISUALLY VERY VERY GRAPHIC SCENARIOS for gachiakuta characters.
Relationships: various x reader (arkha, enjin, tamsy, gris, bro, jabber, follo, semiu, tomme, zodyl, bundus and too lily)
Tags: Smut, fem!bodied reader but it’s friendly for anyone with fem!genitalia
TW: Straight up porn! If you don’t like that, please dni 🙏, smut, VERY FREAKY.
A/N: I highkey feel like nasty for posting this but I just HAD to get this out of my head. I’m only posting something like this once and then go back to our regular programming guys 😃 (unless you guys like this, let me know)
Also friendly reminder my requests are open!
Arkha Corvus - Gentle dom
oh, he’s been at his office for days, hasn’t he? he must be so stressed right? You just had to go help him!
Shhh, be patient, he has to go slow. Otherwise it’ll hurt, and you won’t be able to walk later, dove. Let him take the reins, alright?
You’ve been such a brat today, this is what you wanted, right? With all that teasing. He’s sorry, but you gotta learn how to be good♡
He’s always so sweet to you, putting your pleasure above his own. It’s one of the many ways he has of making up to you that he’s not around as much as he’d want to be :(
He likes to eat sweet things. Like you!
Enjin - Dom
Type of shit he’ll do to tease you.
He can’t take his eyes off you. How could he when the view is this good?
After a long, dangerous and tired mission, the only thing he needs is you.
Good morning, baby! ♡
Spread them legs for me.
Tamsy Caines - Meanest dom of them all
“You want to cum? Okay, then cum on me.”
Absolutely not, you won’t be getting anything else, you don’t deserve more.
He’ll disappear for a day off sometimes and then come back with the prettiest lingerie set you’ve ever seen. Just so he can fuck you in it. You wonder where he buys it though…
He loves to make you watch yourself in the mirror while he fingers you. He owns you and he wants you to know that.
This is as vanilla and loving that you’ll get from Tamsy Caines ♡
Gris Rubion - Gentle dom
Nights like these with him are usually like this. He doesn’t fuck, he makes love to you.
He really knows what he’s doing with those hands.♡
He doesn’t have to hold back when he’s with you right? Let him have this, yeah? Just for a little while. He’ll make it up to you later.
How sweet he is, isn’t he?
You’re so relieved when he comes back to you in one piece. And he has to make sure you’re real, you gotta feel he’s really alive.
Bro Santa - Gentle dom
He’s always so careful with you! And he’s sorry, but he has to make sure that you’re well bred! You can handle him, can’t you?
I’m sorry, but no one can’t convince me he isn’t a boobs man, and he’ll take any chance he gets to grab them ♡
Oh those sweet, sweet moments that you manage to get to yourselves… no missions, no kids, just you and him
Talking about those kind of days, just imagine waking him up like this
He’s the biggest of them all btw. Sure you can take it, right?
Jabber Wonger - Switch (heavy sub lean)
He loves it when you overstimulate him— the pain that comes when you don’t stop sucking the life out of him. Hell, he’ll beg for more.
Fuck yes! He loves it when you ruin his orgasms. Edge him. Edge him. EDGE HIM until he can’t anymore.
Push.his.head.in.between.your.thighs. He’d die a happy man.
Finger his ass. Teach him what it feels like to be stretched open (though he already does, this freak does it to himself too)
He enjoys being the one in pain, the one who gets punished and receive the meanest treatments from you. But he’ll take charge from time to time. Spices things up, don’t it?”
Follo Tunito - Switch (slightly service dom lean)
The first few times Follo and you were together were a bit awkward, fumbling and not knowing what to do or say because he had non to little experience. Thank god he’s a quick learner.
“Am I being good? How are you feeling baby?” Please tell him he’s doing a good job, he loves the praise.
Quick! You don’t have much time before you have to go on a mission! Gosh, couldn’t you both wait a bit longer?
He’d die before admitting that he loves it when you take care of him like this. But in the privacy of your room, he manages to ask you to do this for him ♡
To him, you’re a deity. And he wants to worship you in the ways he knows you deserve. He loves to have your body in his arms and just show you his love.
Semiu Grier - Dom
(drooling)
More often than not, this is the sight that greets you whenever you get to your room after mission that last too long. Can you blame her? Reading magazines isn’t enough anymore!
Semiu will never bottom, but she’ll let you slurp on her tits if you beg enough. (Pro tip: call her mommy, she’ll fold)
There’s absolutely nothing she loves more than using toys in bed with you! It’s just so fun ♡
Literally her wet dreams. Let her bounce on your face please, she promises to be careful. Mostly.
She’ll ride you to oblivion by humping her pussy against yours! Say thank you! ♡
Tomme Mima - Switch (sub lean)
She loves being roughened up, doesn’t she? That’s why she’ll willingly be on all fours for you. She’s so good to you, isn’t she? She deserves to have her reward, right?
Lip kisses! (Or well… those other lips kisses)♡
Makeup date where you were supposed to be trying the new eyeshadows, lipstick shades and brushes that you bought from the market… that took a turn when Tomme said she wanted to play with your pussy…
“W-wait!” The shriek coming from Tomme’s room when you entered while she was busy was loud. She’s so embarrassed but… if you want to watch her then… sure you can.
Awww, you’re both so cute and lovey dovey!♡
Zodyl Typhon - Mean dom
That fucking attitude of yours will get you nowhere, you want to cum so fucking bad? Hm, be grateful he’ll even let you do this.
Yeah, that’s right. Stay put like you should.
Shut up and take it. “That’s right, good little slut” Help him de stress. Everything is so loud lately that he just wants to loose himself in you for a while.
There’s no time for games or foreplay. Lay down and let him do his thing.
You did a good job today. Here’s what you asked him for.
Bundus Begalkeit - Dom
He’s a pretty old school man. But don’t get it twisted, it doesn’t mean that when it’s the right time, he won’t fuck you good. Because he will.
Listening to: Who’s you daddy by Toby Keith
“We can’t go raw, honey.” He tried to say to you when there were no condoms to be found. But he wasn’t really complaining when you guided him inside you.
He knows your body like the palm of his hand. His years of experience always come in handy for him— well, especially for you.
He has big ass hands.
Too Lily - Switch (heavy gentle dom lean)
“Who’s mommy’s pretty partner? You are baby! And you’re being so good for me too. Just a bit longer yeah? I want to enjoy you for a little longer”
She just loves you so much… let her hold you closer, yeah? She’ll make you feel good ♡
“You sure you can handle this strap? It’s pretty big” she asks you with just the tiniest bit of concern. Which goes away the second you start bouncing on it.
She loves to fuck you like this while still in her performance outfits. She finds it very hot.
Oh, she loves to eat you out. Won’t you sit on her face and ride it?
Roommate bakugo & single mom reader,,, katsuki acts like he can't stand the kid at first,,,, but then he sees how worn down we are & he's like "I'll watch her while u shower" or wtv,,, then he slowly starts to look after the kid more,,, n they fall for each other 👀
troubled home
summary -> you and best friend! k. bakugou are in your early pro-hero days, while you two live together for convenience, bakugou has to deal with a third problem.
paring -> f! pro hero mom reader x pro hero! x b. katsuki
an -> what a cute creative idea! thanks for submitting. i hope you enjoy this and this meets your expectations. not proof read. loads of filler, i love just a whatever fic. lmk if you want a p2, if not, we will leave it at this.
wc -> 5k
warnings -> cursing, previous pregnancy (obv), best friends w benefits to potential lovers (?), sexual explicit content, characters 20+ currently, love confessions, unprotected sex, reader on birth control.
the shared rented apartment between you and your pro hero friend was never really quiet. not due to any of you guys starting unnecessary arguments, or going head to head like back in U.A, but rather due to small feet and a high pitched voice, that is always calling your name.
tiny feet of your four year old son against hardwood at seven in the morning. plastic blocks scattering across the living room. cartoon theme songs echoing from the television. tiny giggles followed by tiny cries followed by minor inconveniences.
bakugou had lived through explosions, villain attacks, collapsing buildings.
nothing had prepared him for a four year old.
you had your son with your previous pro hero boyfriend, that ended up breaking your heart slowly but surely over time. that man was an asshole, according to katsuki.
he didnt cheat, he didnt get violent with you, he made sure he didnt do anything major, just enough for it not to be call-out-worthy, but he always did something to disappoint you. whether it would be to check out other women, hide his phone from you, cancel plans, not talk to you, and the list continues.
unfortunately for you both, katsuki had been there for you throughout that whole relationship. he lent you a shoulder to cry on, but he wasn't hesitant with telling you the hard truth about that man. you've known bakugou since highschool, you have both practically fought against death together, you should have trusted his judgement, but you were naive enough to think he could've changed him.
the cherry on top was when you got pregnant and had to deal with the "me or the baby" dilemma.
you were only 20 at that time, you had and still have your whole life and career ahead of you. we were not going to let a man dictate your life. so you chose what felt right.
your highschool friends including bakugou and your family all were there and offered support.
and after you had given birth, you and bakugou moved in together in an apartment near the city. it was convenient for you both in many ways. you both worked in the same industry, under the same agency, worked similar shifts, and neither of you could justify paying for seperate apartments when rookie pro hero salaries would disappear into rent, and your child's expenses in your case.
it was practical, thats all. at least, thats what katsuki insisted it was.
the first week had been hell. not because of you or katsuki.
but because of him.
bakugou had opened the bathroom door one morning only to nearly step on a tiny plastic dinosaur.
"...the hell?"
he looked down.
a green T-Rex stared back at him.
he sighed.
stepped over it. like the psychopath he is.
took exactly two more steps before something painfully sharp dug into the arch of his foot.
he looked down once again.
"...WHO THE HELL LEAVES LEGO ON THE FLOOR?!"
a tiny gasp came from the hallway.
your son peeked around the corner, clutching another dinosaur to his chest.
"...i did."
bakugou looked at him.
The little boy looked back. of course, who else could it have been?
"...well don't."
"...okay."
"...okay what?"
"...okay... mr. bakugou."
then your son ran off from the crime scene searching for you.
katsuki tch'ed.
katsuki wasnt going to be mean to a kid, especially not yours. but he definitely wasnt warm.
he would ruffle his hair, call him a brat, ask about his day at school, and pack his lunches, thats about it.
he wasnt going to step up for his shitty dad, he was simply doing it to make your life a bit easier, when you were exhausted, showering or sleeping.
your four year old on the other hand, adored katsuki.
he followed bakugou everywhere, from the kitchen to the his bedroom, from then to the laundry room, from that to the living room. it was clear that the kid admired him so much. he thought he was the coolest man on earth.
shiny and sparkly quirk, makes tasty food, and really strong, which kid wouldnt admire him?
not to mention that your son loved to ask katsuki dumb questions.
if it was katsuki's turn to make dinner, he would be met with tiny footsteps approaching him.
katsuki would look down to see a pair of big, curious eyes looking back.
"what are you making?"
"food"
"oh"
"can i watch?"
"sure"
"what are you doing now?"
"washing the dishes"
"cool"
that dynamic mostly changed, when one day you and katsuki went to pick up your son from daycare only for him to come meet you crying.
you dropped to his level quickly and gave him a hug, your heart aching for him.
"what happened? why are you crying?"
the kid refused to say anything, he just continued to cry silently, you picked him up in your arms towards the car.
once the three of you arrived home, you placed him on the couch to watch his favorite cartoons, it was the only time during the weekdays that he could watch the tv, while you and katsuki need at least a good thrity minute to change from your hero gear, take a shower and get comfortable.
once that was done, you sat next to your son on the couch while katsuki was in the kitchen.
"tell me, why are you sad, baby? did something happen?" you asked gently, rubbing his cheek.
"my mate was making fun of my drawing today" hiccup, "during art today," your son gave up on the tough act and leaned in to hug you.
"what did he say, my love?"
"he said that it looked bad, then he took the drawing and threw it in the trash.."
"oh no..thats not good," you looked down at him, continuing to rub his little back, attempting to comfort him.
katsuki walked in the living room, giving the little boy his after-daycare, snack plate, of a cheese sandwich and a juice box.
"did you tell the teacher about this?" you asked as he sat down between you and katsuki and began eating.
he nodded, "they didnt do anything, she just said that he needs to be nice to me."
you sighed, unsure what to do, should you comfort your son till he forgets about this incident, hoping it doesnt repeat. should you yell at the employees to do a better job at preventing bullying amongst the kids, or should you request a meeting with the parent of that child.
then a voice broke you out from your thoughts.
"ill handle this, dont worry, we are going to fix this." katsuki said, looking down at your four year old, "ill make sure that he doesnt mess with you again."
your son looked up at bakugou and nodded before he continued indulging in his plate.
the next day, katsuki was dropping off your son at daycare, while you went to work before him.
later that day, katsuki also insisted on picking him up. and that day was completely different from the one before. your son was running up to you both hugging your legs smiling from ear to ear.
"mama!"
he exclaimed, happy to see you.
you picked him in your arms, "hey, my love, did you have a good day?"
he nodded happily, "yes! we went to the park with the teachers today and i made new friends"
katsuki ruffled his hair, "thats amazing, are you ready to go home now?"
your son nodded as he hugged you.
the way home felt lighter.
not because the grocery bags were any less heavy.
because the little hand swinging between yours was.
your son practically bounced along the sidewalk, excited, he pointed at everything that caught his attention.
"mama! mr, bakugou! look"
you looked towards what he was pointing at.
a tiny sparrow had landed on the nearby fence.
"its a bird!"
"it is, lovely, isnt it so cute?" you said, giggling back.
"i think he is looking at us."
"i think so too,"
"he probably likes mr. bakugou."
bakugou snorted from your other side. carrying most of the grocery bags.
"...the hell's that supposed to mean?"
"katsuki! language!"
"'cause mr. bakugou is cool."
"tch."
the corners of katsuki's mouth twitched upward for barely a second.
by the time you reached the apartment, your son had already forgotten all about the day before.
children were funny like that.
they could carry heartbreak that felt impossibly heavy one afternoon...
only to wake up smiling the next morning.
you envied that.
once you all had settled home and changed, it was time to cook dinner, and today it was your turn.
you were in the kitchen, apron on, looking at your recipe. you and katsuki had made a rule for cooking. whoever is in charge gets to decide what to make.
chicken pasta with veggies, you decided on, something simple and tasty.
you measured the amount of pasta and dunked in the boiling pot, beginning to chop up your chicken into pieces.
"mama, can I help make dinner?"
a voice suddenly spoke from below.
you looked over your shoulder from where you were cutting.
"you can get a chair and help me stir the pasta."
before your son could even climb onto the chair..
"nah."
bakugou reached over.
"you ain't tall enough." he said, and without another word, he lifted him beneath the arms and sat him carefully on the kitchen stool beside the counter.
"there."
your son beamed.
"thank you!"
"yeah..yeah," bakugou said with ruffling his hair.
and from there it continued to grow.
bakugou would go on grocery runs with your son to buy him his favorite snacks, he would pick him up from daycare more often, make his lunches instead of just packing them, teach him cool superhero moves, he would even read him bed time stories and promise to protect him from the monsters. katsuki became his superhero.
fast forward a couple months later, it was safe to say that after 2 years of living together, katsuki was warming up to the kid, especially after his fourth birthday rolled around.
when you had thrown him a big birthday party, inviting all his mates from daycare at a play ground. your son had the time of his life, playing and laughing with his friends, eating sweets enough for a year and receiving gifts.
the presents were opened one by one.
coloring books, building blocks, hero costumes, dinosaurs, toy cars, plushies, every gift was met with the same wide-eyed excitement only a four year old could have.
it wasn't wrapped particularly well. the corners of the paper were uneven. the tape had clearly been applied with absolutely zero patience.
you smiled to yourself.
"...katsuki." you whispered to him.
"what."
"...you wrapped this, didn't you?"
"maybe...stop laughing idiot!" he whisper yelled at you,
"...im sorry." you said trying your best not to get louder from laughter.
the other parents laughed quietly.
your son climbed into bakugou's lap without asking, holding the box between them.
"can you help me?"
"i ain't opening your presents for you, brat."
"pleeease?"
bakugou sighed dramatically.
"...fine."
with surprisingly gentle fingers, he peeled away the tape while your son enthusiastically ripped the paper apart.
inside...
was a small pair of black training gauntlets.
not real ones, obviously. safe foam replicas that had been clearly custom-made.
alongside them... a tiny hero notebook.
the cover read in messy handwriting.
future hero training log.
your son stared, his tiny mouth slowly fell open.
"no way..."
bakugou scratched the back of his neck.
"oh my god! this is so cool!"
"you definitely- this is the best gift ever!"
sour son launched himself forward.
wrapping both tiny arms around Bakugou's neck.
"i love it, than you!"
bakugou froze.
"...oi, careful."
"thank you!"
"...yeah, youre welcome, happy birthday."
your son didn't let go.
not for another full minute.
his favorite one was most definitely the gift from katsuki.
at this point, the party had ended hours ago.
the sugar crash hit your son, and he had barley made it five minutes into the drive home.
"mama..."
"hm?"
"im sleepy.."
"i know, lovely"
"mama..can i sleep?"
you laughed, "you dont need permission"
no response, and thirty seconds later you heard soft hums from the back seat, you smiled to yourself.
you looked over to katsuki and thanked him.
"what are you thanking me for, hm?"
"thanks for making time for him, i really do appreciate it, i was worried that he would be missing a father figure in his life, but clearly he has the best uncle ever." you smiled at him.
he gave you a soft smile in return which was rare for him.
"dont mention it, y/n. its your son after all, besides hes not so bad after all for a little brat, im just glad we can both do this before getting even busier with our hero careers."
you hummed in agreement, "you are right".
when you got home, bakugou quietly opened the passenger door before you even unbuckled yourself.
"i got him."
"you've carried enough today."
"its okay, i said I got him."
"...okay."
so you decided to carry in his new gifts while katsuki lifted your sleeping son in his arms.
He carefully lifted your sleeping son into his arms.
one tiny fist grabbing onto the front of Bakugou's hoodie.
bakugou looked down at him for a second and chuckled.
"...heavy little brat."
you smiled softly.
"you say that every time."
"'cause he is."
"you've been saying that since he was two."
"he is heavy than too."
you let out a soft laugh as you entered the apartment, and bakugou carried him down the hallway, pushing the bedroom door open with his foot.
he knelt beside the small bed.
carefully placing him on his bed, quickly changing his clothes to his pyjamas and eased him beneath the blankets.
removed the tiny foam gauntlets from his hands.
Set them neatly on the bedside table.
pulled the blanket up over his shoulders.
then...
almost as an afterthought, he brushed one stubborn lock of hair away from the little boy's forehead.
"...night."
you'd been standing in the doorway the entire time.
watching.
he turned around.
"...what?"
"...nothing."
"...right, of course."
You smiled.
"i was just thinking."
"thats dangerous."
"it is," you said, continuing your way to the kitchen. katsuki quickly following you.
a comfortable silence settled between the two of you. as you both relaxed on the couch, it wasn't awkward. it never really was anymore. the television was off. the living room was clean and tidy, and there were no dishes in the sink. the city lights filtered through the apartment windows.
you looked over at katsuki who was currently on his phone.
"he'd changed." you thought to yourself, not in personality. he still complained. still grumbled. still looked permanently annoyed at the world.
but,
he'd become softer.
the kind of softness that only appeared when nobody was looking. except that you'd started looking.
and once you noticed it, you couldn't stop.
"what?"
his voice pulled you from your thoughts.
"...hm?" you quickly snapped back to reality.
"you've been staring."
"...have i?" you answer, trying to look oblivious.
"yeah."
"...sorry."
he snorted.
"there you go again." he smiled, while looking down at his phone once again.
"...right." you smiled sheepishly. "i am working on it."
"slowly." he added.
"very."
another silence.
this one lingered longer.
you found yourself tracing circles against the mug in your hands.
"...can i ask you something?"
"depends."
"on?"
"whether it's stupid."
you laughed.
he turned off his phone once he was done reading whatever email he had received and placed it down.
"go on."
you hesitated.
"...why?"
"...what?"
"why did you stay?"
he frowned.
"...the hell kinda question is that?"
"i'm serious."
you looked down at your hands.
"you didn't have to, you didnt have to do any of this yknow?, like help him, make him happy, help raise the kid." you paused for a second to collect your thoughts.
"nobody forced you to wake up early for daycare, take him there when i get called in for work early, or fold his laundry."
he huffed a laugh.
your smile faded into something smaller.
"...you didn't have to become such a big part of our lives. his life"
you swallowed.
"..we simply live here."
katsuki leaned back against the couch.
his arms folded across his chest.
he didn't answer immediately.
he rarely did when the conversation mattered.
instead...he thought.
"at first..." he started quietly.
"...it was because i couldn't stand watchin' you do everythin' alone, i care for you, even though youre an idiot. you are still one of my closest friends, and i wanted to give you a hand after the shit you dealt with."
you looked up.
"you were exhausted, you'd come home barely able to stand, then you'd still cook, clean and play with him." katsuki paused, he then looked at you and continued.
"...then wake up and do it all over again."
he shook his head.
"...pissed me off."
"...why?" you asked, placing your mug on the coffee table, genuinely confused.
"'cause nobody should have to do that."
he looked toward the hallway.
"then, somehow, sometime along the way, the span of these two years, he stopped feeling like your kid."
your eyebrows knitted together.
"...what?"
he sighed.
"...not like that." he laughed.
"the brat became a part of my routine if you know what i mean."
he searched for the words, visibly irritated that they weren't coming easily.
his jaw tightened.
"i'd hear some kid laughin' outside and think it sounded like him. it wasnt something i decided, y/n, and im sorry if this is considered stepping over your boundaries."
he rubbed a hand over the back of his neck.
your chest tightened.
"katsuki, i-"
"and more importantly.."
he continued, quieter this time.
"...you."
"huh, what about me?"
he let out a slow breath.
"that happened too."
you blinked. "what?"
"...this."
he gestured vaguely between the two of you.
"trust me, i don't know when, or why, i just..fuck"
he dragged a hand over his face.
"my dumbass started lookin' forward to comin' home, noticing your laughs, helping you out when you were tired, and it just kept getting worse from there."
he gave a small, humorless laugh.
your heart was beating so loudly you were sure he could hear it.
"...worse?"
he looked directly at you.
"yeah.." he exhaled deeply, "cause, once again, somewhere along the path, you stopped being my roommate that i share an apartment with to save money, or my best friend that i wanted to help out.
his voice was steady.
honest.
"...i don't know exactly when. i can't point to one moment, it wasnt any dramatic bullshit, im not gonna sit here and pretend this is a perfect love story or anything.."
"it just..." he exhaled once again. "kept buildin'."
now he was looking directly at you, "little thing, that kept building ,till one day i realised, that i really dont know anymore."
the kitchen felt impossibly still. the living room fell quiet.
you stared at him. not finding the correct words or the appropriate thoughts.
he had taken every word you'd been carrying for months, and spoken them first.
you laughed softly.
almost in disbelief.
"you know what's funny, katsuki?"
"what."
"i was scared."
"of?"
"that if i ever felt something again, like romantic feelings specfically, id be betraying myself, falling for the same shit"
he frowned.
"after..him."
"i promised myself i'd never need anyone again, never depend on anyone and never let anyone become that important, and then i just kept seeing you, you would visit me often at my old house, show up at my office, id see you during patrols, everyday."
"you kept on showing up, everyday, for me, buying me coffees, dropping me home, and for my son, without asking for anything in return from me."
you smiled through the tears gathering in your eyes.
"it wasn't one moment for me either. it was during the stupidest shit ever, while packing lunch for him, it looked terrible."
he snickered.
"they did."
you moved closer. not all the way. just enough to close that awkwardly big gap between you guys.
"i don't think i woke up one morning in love with you, its true, youve been a great friend for a while, i just think.."
you looked into his crimson eyes.
"i just never noticed the feeling growing, until it was too big to ignore."
he draped his arm around on you, on the couch, and for a long moment, none of you moved, just staring into oblivion, katsuki then slowly reached out first, hesitant, as if he was giving you the chance to step away.
his rough hand found yours. fingers slowly threading together.
"i guess this was kinda idiotic from the both of us.." he muttered.
you laughed through the tears threatening to spill.
"hey!" you said, playfully slapping his chest.
"can i kiss you?" he whispered.
your smile widened.
"there is no way you just asked permission."
he clicked his tongue. "answer the damn question."
"yes."
he closed the small distance between you. there was nothing rushed about it. nothing desperate. just a slow, careful kiss. unspoken feelings settled between the two of you. there was no desperation. no rush. just relief.
when you pulled away, neither of you spoke.
then a moment later, katsuki whispered.
"...about damn time."
you laughed quietly, your fingers finding his.
"yeah."
another kiss. deeper this time, then another, your lips kept on chasing his, him chasing you, then suddenly it grew more aggressive, hungry.
katsuki picked you up swiftly, your legs wrapping around his waist, and somehow the distance between the livingroom and your bedroom disappeared one careful step at a time, interrupted only by quiet laughter and the occasional sarcastic remark from katsuki.
for the first time in years, you let yourself lean on someone without feeling guilty for it.
the bedroom door clicked shut behind you. and for the first time since you'd become a mother, you weren't carrying everything by yourself anymore.
katsuki placed you gently on your bed.
"try to not be so loud, yeah? we dont wanna your brat up." he said, fingers rubbing your cheek, you nodded. before tugging him by his collar and crashing your lips together again.
it was clear that you both wanted each other, you could see him growing harder in his jeans.
"fuck" he muttered, "lemme take this off you, yeah?" he said, playing with the hem of your shirt, "katsuki, please." you whispered in his ear, as he was gently sucking on the skin of your neck and jaw.
"please what, baby" he hummed, continuing to work his way from your jaw down to your collarbone. peppering your skin with small kisses and bites.
"take it off, please"
he smiled, satisfied, "arms up"
it was embarrassing how fast you obeyed, lifting your arms up for him to take your shirt off, exposing your black lacy bra.
he tossed your shirt somewhere on the floor, before muttering under his breath. "so beautiful," he said, rubbing his hands over your upper chest, waiting for your approval, before you guided his hands down to your tits, he kneaded you for a bit through your bra before he shortly after unclasped it and tossed it with the forgotten shirt.
"shit, youre unreal," he said, leaning down, taking one nipple in his mouth, gently sucking on it while rubbing the other one with his fingers. the sensation was driving you crazy.
you began grinding into his clothed cock, while pushing his head down on you, whispering his name.
he released your nipple, before rubbing down your tummy, kissing down your happy trail till he found your pants.
"katsuki take off your shirt, not fair." you said, as you tugged down your own pants.
he chucked before he threw the shirt over his head, "there there, stop whining."
fuck, this isnt the first time youve seen him shirtless, matter fact, you have countless times, during training, med checkups, etc, but not like this, not when its dark and he is about to be as possibly close to you.
he leaned down to kiss you once again, and your hands were now finding their way on his pecs and biceps.
his fingeres once again were tugging and playing with your pants before he yanked them down as well, leaving you in nothing but your panties.
katsuki groans at the sight before he also takes his jeans off, he presses one quick kiss to your lips before laying down between your legs, "katsuki.." you groaned, rolling your hips, "i need you, please".
"god i need you too," he whispers against your skin, he takes your panties off and pushes your legs apart, and buries his face between them, eating you out as you arch your back. "fuck, so beautiful, baby." he mutters against your skin.
"fuck.. katsuki-" you say, gripping his hair tightly, "yeah, right there, shit, fuck you know-" you release a high-pitched moan as his tongue flicks over your clit, legs shaking, "you taste so good.." he mumbles against you.
he can feel your orgasm building quick, he sucks hard, slowly inching in his middle and ring finger, curling them, his eyes lifting to see your face melt, "mmmph.. fuck, this feels so good.." you moan loudly, he slaps your inner thigh at that.
"shh, baby, we dont wanna wake anyone up, now, do we?" you nod, head dropping back. he begins to pump his fingers and suck on you at the same time, "p-please katsuki..."
your orgasm now is approaching, you try to squirm away from katsuki due to the overwhelming sensation, but he is quick to keep your down, "dont move too much now," he tells you, holding you in place by your hips.
"oh my god-" you cry out, nails clenching the sheets below you, "shit, katsuki..im gonna- shit, gonna cum.." you whimper, your body shaking, "cmon, all for me, let me see how good i make you feel"
your entire body locks up before you get hit with your climax, moaning his name loudly as you cum, grinding your face slowly against his face through the orgasm.
he slowly gets up from between your legs, yanks his jeans off, and leans down to kiss you. you accept his lips with no question, "nasty girl," he says, kissing you once on the cheek. "you did so good, angel."
he went down, to give your breast a rough squeeze once again, "i need you," he whispered before lining himself, you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist, "ill get a condom first, hol on."
you kept him in place with your thighs, "im on the pill, its fine."
pulling back between your legs, he lowered himself to your heat slowly, peppering slow kisses from your breasts down to your stomach. when he finally pressed his lips right over your clothed clit, you groaned softly, head sinking back into your pillow.
you whimpered, thighs instinctively tightening around his head as you sighed out his name, wanting to melt.
"katsuki…"
"you're always so pretty, y'know that?" he breathed out before kissing you again.
you drew in a shaky breath, ears burning.
you weren't exactly what you'd call pretty, right now. your were sure you looked like a mess.
hair tangled, eyes red and wet, probably bloated from the day.
"i-im not" you protested as he kept sinking inch by inch. "don't say that." his lips turned upside down back like you had just offended him personally, "stop undermining yourself, give your self some love, okay?"
when he finally bottomed out, you both let out a sigh, you felt so full. but you were also growing impatient, you needed him badly, and he needed you too.
you grind slowly, feeling him, every inch of his dick between your folds,
"youre so big, katsuki" he groans at your statement, "fuck" as he begins to push in and out of you, his hands gripping your hips. "god, baby you're so damn tight-" as he continues to thrusts up into you.
you’d never felt so filled in your life. you could practically see him in your cervix. katsuki was also absolutely losing it with each thrust, both of you completely overwhelmed with one and another.
katsuki continues to thrust into you till a beyond pornographic moan left your mouth when he found your g-spot, "katsuki! oh my god...please" you moaned loudly once again. "right there, fuck me harder!" you practically screamed, clenching and biting his shoulder.
"shit baby, can feel you clenching up on me.. fuck"
"katsuki! ch-ch choke me, baby please!" katsuki looked up, eyes wide, "huh, alright, yes angel" he watched you as your hand covered his, eyes rolling back, he was fucking you dumb as he went deeper and gripped your neck harder.
both of you were getting louder, it was clear that you were gonna cum. you thought of you using your free hand to reach down between your bodies and rub circles on your clit to help take you over the edge, that feeling was heavenly but only lasted a couple seconds, before you were gone.
as you came, your body went completely still under his, legs shaking on the mattress as your hands and legs relaxed, "fuck, you feel so good, cumming around me like this, shit" katsuki moaned, clearly approaching his orgasm.
your hands now taking his face and smashing your lips to his, his thrusts became insanely harsh and sloppy, next thing you knew, he was moaning in your mouth deeply.
you moaned into his lips as you felt his warm cum feeling you up completely.
he pulled out and you both winced at that feeling before you dropped on the bed next to you. none of you had the energy to get up so you both just cuddled up to one another in your bed, covered in your sheets.
"you okay?" he asked kissing your forehead, and removing hair strands from your face. you nodded in return, "thank you katsuki"
he laughed, "no need to thank me angel, i wanted to make you feel special, im glad i got to fullfil my wish" he kissed your lips before pulling the sheets to your shoulders.
"goodnight, baby" he said hugging you tighter to his body.
"night, katsuki"
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authors note . You ask, and you shall receive. This was kinda fun to make, so I might do more in the future. I'm not good at writing scenarios too quickly for vids, because that'll take me weeks to construct, so for these scenarios, I just described what happens in the video, with some added dialogue. I guess it's useful if any of the videos get deleted... anyways, enjoy!
✮ in his lap, with your back against his chest, his hand around your throat
Your hand is on top of Scara's, out of instinct. His other hand is between your legs, two fingers circling your clit in a rhythm that's making your thighs shake. He's inside you, but he isn't moving, just letting you feel the way he fills you with his cock seated so deep inside. Your squirming causes you to grind on him, and his hand on your throat tightens.
"Did I tell you to move?"
You try to stop your movements, and he doesn't even give you a break as he rubs your clit faster. Your squirming gets worse, your body clearly trying to chase something his cock won't give you. You shift your hips up again, involuntarily, desperate, and he finally snaps his hips up, one brutal thrust that makes you drop back onto him. He holds you there, grinds in, your vision going spotty.
"That's what you wanted, isn't it? You couldn't even wait.. pathetic."
✮ collar and leash...
He fucks into you roughly, his grip on the chain keeping your back arched at the angle he wants, and every time you drop your head, he yanks the leash until your chin lifts back up.
"Head up. I want to hear you. Don't you dare hide in the pillow."
At some point, as expected, you do collapse face down, your entire body trembling. Instead of yanking you back up, he puts his foot on the back of your head. He's still inside, grinding into you with his foot, pressing your face into the sheets. Your moans sound just as pathetic as before, just... muffled now.
"You're so well trained, I barely even had to teach you."
✮ vibrating cat tail
You're face down with your wrists and ankles cuffed to a spreader bar that keeps your legs apart. The vibrating plug he put inside you has been going for long enough that your hips are twitching on their own. You can't move, can't close your legs, you can't even think properly. And he's just sitting beside you on the bed with a brush in his hand, writing on your skin.
You feel the tip of the marker drag across your ass. You can't see what he's writing, but you can feel how slow he's going, how precise each stroke is.
散兵のマゾ.
He tells you to "Hold still," when your hip jerks at the dot. He adds a small heart next to whatever he wrote as a cute little addition. "You know what it says?" You shake your head into the pillow, and he leans down, his lips near your ear.
"It says you belong to me, in case you forget." He turns the plug up in vibration, and you forget everything except for his voice and the marker moving against your skin once again.
(yes i changed the japanese lettering cuz i couldn't translate that girls ass for shitz... leave me ALONE)
✮ clit jewelry
He had the jewelry commissioned, made perfectly for you. (If you're a silver girly, imagine he got that for you instead) Gold chains that loop around your hips and between your thighs, and a small gemstone that dangles from the connecting chain. It was expensive, barely made a dent, he's a harbinger after all.
He's lying between your legs, one hand on your inner thigh, the other tracing the chains with his fingertip, watching how your clit swells through the ring the more he touches around it.
"Pretty."
His finger circles your clit slowly through the ring, and the beaded chain sways with every movement. He strokes, circles, and flicks, watching you squirm, watching the gemstone dangle between your legs.
"I should make you wear this under your clothes. Walk around with my jewelry on your cunt, and nobody would know except me." His thumb presses directly onto your clit, and the gemstone presses with it. "and you."
✮ tied up
Your ankles are tied and pulled back toward your head, your thighs spread and bound, ropes around your torso and arms holding you open and vulnerable, with your hips elevated. Moving is impossible, and that is the point. He smacks you across your ass, then again, and again. Your skin changes colors faster than a mood ring, pink, to red, to dark red.
He squeezes the marked flesh between his fingers, spreading you open, keeping you on full display for him. You're wet enough that he doesn't need to ease in, one thumb in your cunt, the other in your ass, pressing inside you.
He brings in the wand vibrator eventually, pressing it against your clit with a pressure that's too much. You jerk against the ropes, but the ropes don't give... he doesn't either. He holds it there while he spanks you, while his fingers work inside you, watching how you crumble.
"You don't get to cum. Not until I say you can."
WANDERER
✮ mid-term exams at the Akademiya are over, and he can finally give you the attention you've been craving
He's on the floor with his back against the mattress, and you're in his lap. He kisses you the way he's been thinking about it for seven days straight, and when you stand up, he doesn't let you leave. His mouth finds your thigh, your hip, and then he's pressing his face against you through the fabric like he's starving.
You push the fabric aside, and his mouth is on you like an apology he'll never verbalize. He eats you out standing up, your fingers in his hair, your legs shaking around his head, and when your knees give, he catches you, pulls you down, and kisses the taste of you back into your own mouth.
"Missed you," he says into the kiss.
✮ the position he's in after you begged him to, and he agreed only because you promised it would "feel good."
He's flat on his back, knees up, his cock lying heavy on his stomach while the device you convinced a Fontaine engineer to build drills into him at a pace that you control. You're sitting on his face because sitting and watching is boring, and why not waste an opportunity to put his mouth to good use?
Every time you turn the dial up, his mouth vibrates through your cunt hard enough that your thighs 'accidentally' clamp over his face.
"Fuck… slow it… ngh… slow it down, I didn't say you could-"
You turn it up, just for that, and he bites your thigh in retaliation. You don't hesitate to turn it up higher. His hips lift off the bed, his cock twitches against his stomach, and the sound he makes is so desperate that you almost feel bad... but not enough as you dial it up 3 more levels.
✮ he's taking his time between your legs
He's lying flat on his stomach between your thighs, his arms hooked under your legs, his hands resting on your hips. He's not rushing because your reactions are too entertaining to skip through.
His eyes are fixed between your legs, watching the way your cunt clenches around nothing every time his tongue hits the right spot. The muscles tighten, release, tighten again, a visible flutter that he can see, and his mouth curves against your clit.
"Look at that, you're clenching so hard, and there's not even anything inside you." His tongue flicks across your clit again, and he watches your hole pulse in response. "That's adorable... You're so desperate for something to squeeze on, and all you're getting is my tongue."
✮ you talked back to him in front of the other Akademiya scholars. this is punishment
You're at your vanity, touching up your makeup for your next class, when Wanderer picks you up and throws you onto the bed. You mistake it for him playing around, so you let out a giggle that dies down once you realize what he's really in here for. You still had your makeup brush in your hand, and he uses that as the main tool for the punishment.
The soft bristles trace the inside of your thigh, barely even touching you, and your leg twitches anyway. He drags it up higher, your hips shifting as he does, and he draws slow circles on your clothed clit with the brush tip, the soft fibers tickling in a way that's too light to actually get you off.
"You're not allowed to move."
You try, but it's hard when the brush keeps circling, feather-light, especially when the area between your thighs is so sensitive.
"You're very quiet now..."
Your body is twitching involuntarily, your clit swollen and aching for pressure that the brush won't give, and every time you shift your hips to chase friction, he pulls the brush away for three seconds before starting over. "I could do this for hours," he says, "and I will, until you learn that talking back has consequences that last longer than the conversation."
LOHEN
✮ you lost a sparring match and the penalty is whatever he decides
You're on top of him, straddling his hips, facing him, and his cock is between your thighs. He's lying back with both arms behind his head, relaxed, like this is something he's watching happen to someone else.
"Tighter. You're barely touching me."
You press your thighs together, and the friction changes; his cock slides through the tighter space, and his hips roll up slightly, involuntarily, before he forces them back down.
"Don't look smug," he says, even though you weren't. "You're the one on top of me doing thigh exercises for my entertainment. This isn't a win for you."
He lets his arms drop from behind his head, his hands finding your hips, and he guides your grind faster, setting a pace that makes his cock slide between your thighs in a rhythm you can feel in your clit. His hips push up to meet your grind, and the pretense of boredom is cracking.
"Fuck." His hands grip your hips harder, fingers digging in, and he cums between your thighs, spilling across the inside of your stockings and dripping down.
"You should lose more often. And next time, I'm not letting you use your thighs."
✮ he doesn't use his hands like he's bored, like the girl on her knees with his cock in her throat isn't doing anything worth gripping for
He grinds his hips into your face in a rolling rhythm that pushes him across your tongue and into the back of your throat with each push, and the sounds you make around him are garbled.
When his cock slips out, spit stringing between your lips and the head, he slaps you. It's a quick one, and, before you can even fully process the slap, he grabs the back of your skull with one hand, feeding himself back in, and his hand drops, hands-free again.
"You stopped. I didn't say you could stop."
He fucks into your mouth faster, one hand finally gripping the back of your head as he grinds deep, pulling out to stroke twice, and then feeding himself balls-deep, holding you there, your nose against his pelvis. He does this a couple of times before he lets you breathe.
"Good prey."
(ik its a mlm vid, but hush ur mouth HUSH.)
✮ he treats it like a game. you're the thing being chased
You try to crawl away from him, scrambling toward the headboard. Lohen laughs at you, his hand closing around your ankle and pulling. Your body slides across the sheets, and you try to kick, your free leg pushing against the mattress, but he's stronger, and he's not even trying. He drags you toward him with one arm like you weigh nothing.
"Where are you going?" He sounds genuinely curious. "There's nowhere to go. The bed has four sides, and I'm on all of them."
You try again, your leg twisting in his grip, and he lets you struggle for a few seconds because it's funny to him, before moving toward you, and dropping your ankle when he's between your legs, forcing them open around his hips. He's naked, fully, and you can feel his cock brush against your inner thigh as he settles.
"You're running from me," he says, leaning over you, one hand finding your throat, "with your cunt this wet?"
His cock drags against your folds as he shifts his weight, sliding through the slick, and the grin on his face gets bigger. "Your body's not very good at lying. Your mouth says stop, but down here?" He grinds his length against you, the head of his cock nudging your clit. "Down here is rolling out the welcome mat."
He pulls you up by your throat, lifting you off the mattress, and you're in his lap, facing him, your bare thighs around his hips. His cock is pressed between your bodies, the heat of it against your stomach, and his free hand slides up your side, fingers finding the hem of your top.
His hand leaves your throat and drops to your chest. He bites at your tit through the fabric, his teeth closing your nipple through cotton, tugging, and your back arches into him instead of away. He grins against the fabric, bites harder, and his other hand pulls the top up, bunching it above your breasts.
He shoves you down, flat on your back, the mattress bouncing under you, and his hands strip your underwear off in one motion. He holds it up, looking at the wet spot, the soaked center of the fabric that's dark and visibly damp.
"Look at this." He turns it so you can see. "You left a whole confession in your underwear, and you're still pretending you don't want this?"
He brings the underwear to your mouth. You clamp your lips shut, turning your head, and he grabs your jaw with his free hand, squeezing the hinges until your mouth opens. He stuffs the fabric in, and you try to push it out with your tongue, tasting yourself, the salt and musk of your own arousal coating the cotton. He pushes it in further with his thumb, watching your tongue fight a battle it's losing, until the fabric sits behind your teeth and your protests are reduced to muffled sounds.
"Much better." He lets go of your jaw.
Eventually, the positions shift, and you end up on his chest, his arms around you, and his hand between your legs. He rubs your clit while his other hand finds your throat again, settling around it loosely.
You can feel his cock against your lower back, hard and twitching every time you squirm against him. The underwear in your mouth muffles every sound into something garbled and pathetic, and you can feel your spit soaking through the fabric and dripping down the corner of your mouth.
"You ran from me for about four seconds." His voice is in your ear, his chin resting on your shoulder, watching his own hand work between your legs. "Four. And now you're shaking in my lap, dripping through my fingers, with your own panties in your mouth." His fingers speed up, and your hips buck. "You may be the worst prey I've ever hunted, but you're the funniest."
(you can tell i got carried away... sorryz 👀)
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You're on your back, completely bare, heavy chains looped around your torso and between your thighs. He slid the vibrator inside you before he chained you down, and it's been buzzing at a low, cruel setting for long enough that your cunt is swollen and pulsing around it on its own. When he presses the wand directly onto your clit, your entire body seizes against the chains, and the metal digs into your ribs as you arch up with nowhere to go.
"Ah, there it is."
He doesn't move the wand at all, watching your stomach muscles contract, and he reaches down with his free hand to trace the red marks the links leave on your skin. "These are going to bruise," he says, pressing his thumb into one. "Good."
✮ crawling to him because he told you to
He's standing at the far end of the room, his cock in his hand, stroking lazily, and you're on your hands and knees on the floor, tongue out, crawling toward him. Every time you get close enough to take him in your mouth, he steps back, just one step, watching you follow. You bob your head forward, lips closing around his tip, before he pulls his hips back, and the wet pop of him leaving your mouth makes you whine. He takes another step, and you crawl forward. "Faster," he says, taking another step back, watching your knees drag across the floor. "You worship so slowly. If you wanted it that badly, you'd move like it." You crawl faster, your mouth finding him again, and this time he lets you stay for three seconds before pulling away. "Better, but I think you should beg for it with your words this time."
✮ bone gag
You're on the floor with a bone gag strapped between your teeth, drool running down your chin. Your arms are tied across your chest with rope, your skirt is bunched up around your waist, and you have no underwear on. Your legs are in the air, held open by the rope, and your eyes are half-lidded, unfocused, your head tipping back every time the dildo slides in. He's sitting between your legs on the floor, one hand working the toy in and out of you in slow, smooth strokes, his thumb on your clit, circling in the same lazy rhythm. He's savoring the wet sounds, the way your cunt grips the toy on every pull, the way your eyes try to focus on him and can't.
"Look at you." He pushes the dildo deeper, holds it there, and his thumb speeds up on your clit until your thighs tremble. "Gagged, tied up, dripping all over my floor, and you still think you deserve my cock?" He pulls the toy out slowly, watching the way your hole clenches around nothing when it's gone. "Pathetic little thing. You haven't earned anything yet."
✮ your mouth is on his cock, his hands are in your hair
He's lying back in the crimson robe he wears around his quarters, the fabric spread open, his cock resting on his stomach. You're between his legs on all fours, your tongue dragging up his shaft from base to tip in a long, flat lick, and your hands are at his sides, sliding up underneath the robe, your palms pressing into his ribs as you take him into your mouth. His hand finds your hair, fingers threading through, gripping, and his hips grind up into your mouth before you're even halfway down. He rolls his hips, feeding himself across your tongue in shallow, constant thrusts that keep him stimulated without going deep, using your mouth the way someone uses a hand.
At some point, your bobbing stops, and he takes over completely, both hands pushing your head down while his hips pump up, bouncing into your mouth. When he finally releases the pressure, spit strings from your lips to his cock in long, glossy threads, and you catch your breath while your tongue finds his shaft again out of habit.
He groans when your tongue drags up the underside, and his hips chase the contact, grinding against the flat of your tongue while your hands slide higher up his body inside the robe. "Don't you dare stop. That mouth is the only useful thing about you today."
✮ you can't escape
You're tied to a chair in the center of the room, your wrists bound above your head by a rope that's attached to the ceiling. Your ankles are strapped to the chair legs, and through a hole cut in the seat beneath you, a wand vibrator is pressed directly against your cunt at a setting that's been making your thighs shake for the last ten minutes straight.
Every time you try to squirm, your body grinds harder against the wand, and the extra pressure sends a jolt through your clit that makes your cunt clench and whimper involuntarily, which humiliates you more because your body is betraying you, and he's there, watching every second of it. He's across the room, seated, one leg crossed over the other, his chin resting on his hand, and he hasn't touched you once.
"You're fighting it again," he observes. "Every time you squirm, you push yourself harder onto it. You know that, right? You're getting yourself off trying to escape, and it's the funniest thing I've seen all week." Your hips jerk, and the wand catches your clit at an angle that makes your back arch off the chair. A broken moan slips out, and you hate the way his mouth curves when he hears it.
"There it is," he says. "That's the sound I was waiting for. Go ahead, fight harder. Your body will do the rest."
✮ you told him you hated your chest... he's going to fix that
You were getting dressed, and you turned sideways in the mirror, and the words about your insecurity came out before you could stop them. He didn't respond to you right away; he just finished whatever it was that he was doing and then told you to sit on the bed.
He tied your arms behind your back, and he tied a pink cord around your chest in a pattern that frames your breasts, making them sit higher, more prominent, impossible to hide. The rope is almost decorative, a harness that turns your insecurity into something displayed. He coats his hands in oil, and when his slicked fingers find your nipples, you flinch because you weren't ready for how sensitive they are when your breasts are bound and swollen from the rope pressure.
"Don't move," he says. His thumbs roll over your nipples in slow circles, spreading the oil until your skin is gleaming. Your breath is coming out faster, and your back keeps trying to arch away from his hands, but you can't because your arms are tied. You can't cover yourself, can't hide, can't do anything except sit there and feel him tease your nipples until they're hard and aching.
"You said you hated these." His slicked thumb flicks across your nipple, watching it stiffen. "So now you're going to sit here while I show you exactly how wrong you are. And when I'm done, you're going to look at yourself and tell me they're pretty." His other hand pinches, rolling your nipple between oiled fingers, and you let out a helpless whimper. "And you're going to mean it. Because I don't accept half-hearted compliments."
WANDERER
✮ using your foot to get him off while he pretends he's above it
He's on the bed, leaning back against the pillows, and your foot is pressed flat against his cock through his pants. His hand is on your ankle, guiding you, grinding himself against the arch of your sole in slow rolls that push his hips off the mattress. He won't ask for more because asking is beneath him, so he just moves your foot where he wants it and acts like this is something he's tolerating rather than something that's making his breathing uneven. His bottoms come off eventually, and the outline of him straining through his boxers is extremely noticeable that you can't resist pressing your toes against it just to watch him twitch. When both your feet are on him, one pressing his balls, the other rolling slow circles on his leaking tip through the fabric, his head drops back. "You're enjoying this more than I am," he says through his teeth, and it's the most obvious lie his tsundere ahh has ever said.
✮ he's eating you out, and you're not even paying attention
You're on your bed, legs spread, playing whatever Fontaine handheld device you convinced a merchant to import. He settles between your legs, pushes your thighs apart, and puts his mouth on you. His tongue drags slowly up your slit while you tap buttons and frown at the screen. You giggle when his tongue flicks your clit because it tickles more than it should, and your free hand drops to his hair, fingers threading through the strands absently, like you're petting him while you play. He hums against your cunt, and the vibration makes your hips twitch, but you don't look down.
He pulls back just enough to talk against your folds. "You're dripping on my chin, and you won't even look at me." You glance down, smile, and go back to your game. He bites the inside of your thigh for that, and your yelp makes him grin before his mouth finds your clit again. He's going to make you put that thing down eventually, and he's patient enough to take his time getting there.
✮ he wants you in bed and won't say it with words
He's lying on his bed in his sleep robe, the fabric open, cock out, half-hard and hanging between his thighs. You're sitting at his desk, reviewing scrollwork for a thesis you don't care about, and you can feel him staring at the back of your head.
You glance over your shoulder. He slightly shifts his hips in a way that makes his cock sway between his legs. He's just letting it hang there, while he looks at you with an expression that says "come here" without opening his mouth.
"Use your words," you say, turning back to your scrollwork.
"I don't need words," he says. "You already looked."
You cave in too quickly, already pushing the chair back before he finishes the sentence. He doesn't smile when you crawl onto the bed, but his cock twitches against his stomach, and that says more than a smile ever could.
✮ leaking for you while you kneel there, looking at it
He's sitting at the edge of the bed, legs spread, his cock hard and dripping between his thighs. A bead of precum slides from the slit down the underside of his shaft. He touches his tip with two fingers, spreads them apart, and a string of precum stretches between them. You're on the floor in front of him, on your knees, watching.
He slides his fingers down his length, dragging the slick with them, coating himself in it, and his cock twitches hard enough that the next bead of precum drips off his tip and lands on his thigh.
"Are you going to keep staring," he says, his voice low, his eyes on yours, "or are you going to do something about it? Because I've been hard since you walked in, and watching you on your knees isn't making it go down."
You lean forward, and he watches you close the distance with that quiet, focused look, his clean hand bracing on the mattress behind him, his hips shifting forward to meet your mouth.
✮ spending quality time with the gift he bought you
He bought you the stuffed bear during a festival week in Sumeru. It's huge, and it's sitting on your bed, taking up a quarter of the mattress. You thanked him with a kiss, and he told you it was "just something practical, your bed looked empty," which is the most Wanderer way to say he saw something that reminded him of you and couldn't walk past it. He didn't expect to come back to your room and find you straddling its leg.
Your hips were rolling against the plush limb in slow grinds, the plush fabric pressing between your folds, and you didn't hear him come in because you were too focused on the heat building in your stomach. He stood in the doorway for a full five seconds before you noticed him, and when you did, your hips stopped completely, and your face went red.
"Don't stop on my account," he says as he leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. "I want to see you finish."
And when you don't move a muscle, he adds, "that wasn't a suggestion."
Your hips start moving again, slower, embarrassed, and the wet spot you're leaving on the plush is visible from where he's standing. He watches you grind, watches your thighs tighten around the leg, watches your head tip back as the rhythm picks up.
"You like it that much?" he asks, his voice softer now, like he enjoys watching this display. "Should I be jealous? Because I'm starting to think the bear's doing a better job than me, and that's not something I'm willing to accept." He pushes off the doorframe and walks toward the bed. "Move over. Let me show you what you're actually supposed to be riding."
LOHEN
✮ you can't handle it
You're in his basement with your ass in the air, ankles and wrists bound in rope that loops up through a hook that keeps you spread open with zero ability to close your legs. The vibrator on your clit is pressed so directly against the nerve that your entire lower body is clenching in visible pulses. He's holding a plug above your ass that's bigger than the one from yesterday.
Your cunt flutters around nothing, your asshole clenches with it, and he's watching all of it like it's a show. "Look at you," he says, tilting his head to get a better angle. "Both holes are already open before I've even touched you. You trained so well for me, didn't you?" He taps the vibrator with one finger, nudging it harder against your clit, and you clench again, hard. "That little hole just winked at me again."
He presses the cool tip of the plug against your ass, circling the rim without pushing in, and your trained hole opens for it reflexively, the muscle relaxing around the glass like it's been waiting. "See? Your mouth says no, but this," he pushes the plug in one inch, and your body swallows it greedily, "this says you've been thinking about it all day."
A whine that sounds more like crying than pleasure tears out of your throat, and he grinds the vibrator into your clit until the whine breaks into a moan you couldn't hold back if your life depended on it.
"Aw," he says, twisting the plug slowly, watching your hole stretch and grip around it. "Is that supposed to make me stop? Because that sound you just made is actually making me want to see how loud you get when I turn it up." He turns it up, and you scream into the mattress, your hole clenching hard around the plug. The unoptional moans keep spilling out of you one after another.
"You can keep saying no," he says, pressing the plug deeper, watching your body betray every word your mouth tries to form. "Your holes don't listen to you anyway. They listen to me."
✮ restrained in a split with a rod holding your arms in place
The bar holds your wrists apart behind your back, your ankles are forced into a split by the restraints, and when he slides into you, the only thing you can do is take it. He grips the rod behind your back for leverage, and the first thrust makes your whole body rock forward because there's nothing to brace against, nothing except the restraints keeping you exactly where he put you. Your ass claps against his skin on every thrust, and the sound fills the room louder than either of your voices. He pulls the rod back, arching your spine, forcing your chest forward while he fucks deeper. "You're making such pretty sounds for someone who begged me to go easy," he murmurs into the back of your neck. "I lied when I said I would, by the way."
✮ belt on your cunt, then around your neck
You're on the bed with your legs open and his belt folded in half, and the first slap lands directly on your cunt with a crack that makes your whole body flinch off the mattress. He watches your reaction with interest, the way your thighs try to close and can't because his knee is between them, the way your cunt flushes pink from the impact. He slaps again, harder, and the yelp you let out is half pain, half… something else. "You liked that one." He loops the belt around your throat, threading the leather through the buckle and pulling until it sits snug against your pulse. His free hand pushes your thigh back, and he slides inside you, pulling the belt tighter. The first thrust makes your eyes roll back because being full and getting choked at the same time is too many sensations for your body to handle. You feel him pull the belt tighter. "Breathe when I let you."
✮ the staples…
You've been crying ever since he finished putting them in, your face wet against the pillow he shoved under your head when your body started shaking too hard to hold still. There's a heart made of staples in the skin of your inner thigh, each one pressed in individually with a sterile tool, and the dried blood around them has crusted into thin, dark lines that trace its shape. The bruising beneath is already purple, blooming outward from each puncture, and the skin between the staples is swollen and hot to the touch.
He runs his finger along the edge of the heart, tracing the outline, and your leg tries to flinch away from the contact, but his other hand is locked around your ankle, pinning your leg open.
"Stop squirming." He says it like you're being difficult on purpose. "You sat still when I put them in. You can sit still now."
Your body isn't listening to what you want anymore; it's listening to the pain, and when his palm comes down flat across the heart, the slap connecting with every raised staple at once, your cunt clenches hard, and you let out a loud yelp. Fresh blood beads up around two of the staples where the skin splits under the impact, and it runs down the curve of your inner thigh in a thin, warm line that he watches with his head tilted.
"There's the red I wanted." He smears the blood with his thumb, spreading it across the heart, painting the skin around it pink. "You bleed so pretty for me. Almost as pretty as you cry."
Your tears are soaking into the pillow, snot and spit mixing on your face, and your chest is heaving in hiccups that shake the whole bed. He doesn't comfort you; instead, he slides his hand up your thigh, fingers trailing through the blood, and slaps the heart again, harder, his fingers catching the edge of a staple and ripping it halfway out of your skin.
The scream that comes out of you is guttural, ripped from somewhere deeper than your throat, and your hands claw at whatever's near you, the sheets, his arm, anything. He grabs your wrist and pins it to the mattress without looking away from your thigh.
"Shh," he says, and the gentleness of the sound is almost shocking. He pushes the staple back in with his thumb, pressing until the metal sinks into your swollen skin, and you feel every millimeter of it reentering the puncture.
You watch as he makes a fist, and you shake your head against the pillow, crying harder, "please, please, please, I can't-" but the last word gets cut in half when his fist connects with the center of the heart.
Your leg jerks so violently that your knee almost catches his jaw, and he grabs your ankle and slams it back down against the mattress. New blood is pooling in the center of the heart, filling the gaps between staples, and two more have shifted in your skin from the impact.
"You let me put these in you," he says quietly, his bloody thumb pressing into the deepest staple, the one at the bottom point of the heart, and he rotates it. Your scream breaks into a sob, and he leans down and presses his mouth to the heart. His lips are soft against the swollen, bloody skin, and his tongue drags across one of the staples, tasting the copper, tasting… you. He pulls back, blood on his lower lip, and wipes it with the back of his hand.
"Same time next week," he says. "I want to do the other thigh."
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content: 18+ nsfw modern au, fwb!toph, bimbo!reader, bitch x bitchier, scissoring, intimate sex, some fluff, reader is super pierced, ass slapping, nipple play (on both of you), praise, degradation, teasing, bit of slut shaming, strap usage, jealousy, possessive!toph, rough (revenge) sex, body marking, lowk toxic!toph.
summary: lesbian sex. then more angry lesbian sex (with a sprinkle of fluff)
author’s note: no seriously it’s 90% porn, that’s the plot. enjoy!!
wc: 5.2k // prev. part here.
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lewd moans quickly fill the room, the kisses sloppy and ridiculously wet. your grinding doesn’t stop, dragging your aching cunt over her clothed leg for friction and whimpering into her mouth at the pressure of her bouncing.
“mhm,” she nips at your bottom lip, soothing it with a swift lick, “you taste like cherries. that your lipgloss?”
you can only whimper, dazed with need when her fingers slip through the gap of your panties, unbearably slow, “come onnn..”
she grins, swallowing your desperate sounds with her tongue. “aw, to think you were acting all high and mighty just a few seconds ago.. crazy what a mess my thigh alone made of you.”
“stop speaking,” you groan, shushing her with a longer kiss. “just fuck me.”
she hums, finally reaching your dripping slit, “where are your manners?”
a shaky moan slips out of your lips when her middle and ring finger finally graze your folds, and your eyes flutter shut, your pace growing more frantic.
you lift your hips to sink down on them, but they keep slightly slipping to either side. your brows furrow in frustration at your repeated attempts, believing it to be due to your trembling or how wet and slippery you were, until you briefly catch a small smirk tugging at toph’s lips.
“toph!” you whine, nails digging into her thigh, “what the hell are you doing!?”
“nothing,” she whistles, coaxing another moan out of you when long fingers part your puffy lips open, feeling you clench around nothing. “i just think you could be more polite.”
“toph, are you serious right n—”
“never been more serious.” she cuts you off with a mocking peck to your cheek, her other hand still squeezing the fat of your tit. “go on. be good, baby. say please.”
you scoff, torn between anger and arousal, “i fucking hate you, you’re so— no no no!” you cry out, quickly grabbing her wrist when she begins to pull away.
“doesn’t sound like begging to me.”
“you— i’m gonna— ugh!” you groan loudly, trying to pull her hand back to you but it refuses to budge an inch, “why are you so— just— ugh… p-please.”
she smirks, and you hate how it gets you wetter.
“aw, there we go. such a good girl.” she coos, tauntingly patting the entirety of your pussy. the embarrassment doesn’t get to settle fully before all your thoughts are flung out of your head, a startled moan leaving your lips when she firmly flicks your clit, following it immediately with toe-curling rubs.
your eyes roll back, feeling two of her thick digits finally prod at your entrance, stretching your gummy walls as she scissors you open.
you mewl, desperately riding her hand and thigh all while her thumb deliciously presses and circles around your puffy bud.
“what the fuck,” you hear her sputter, but you’re honestly far too gone to care about what caught her attention, eyes squeezed shut as your hips roll and snap with incredible rhythm.
your eyes are forced open in surprise though, her previously busy hand leaving your breast to roughly grip your jaw. you stare at her, confused and kind of hornier at whatever the gleam in her eyes meant.
she lets out a sound between a scoff and a laugh, “fucking hell, you’re even pierced here?”
huh?
oh.
oh!
you blush, feeling her thumb fiddle with the metal above your clit, “well.. yeah.”
“and literally why would you do that?” she gives it another tap, “does it give you extra pleasure?”
“well, no.” you state matter-of-factly, slowing down your erratic finger-riding to educate her, “christina piercings are ornamental, so it doesn’t touch my clit or anything.”
she scoffs, her gaze almost demeaning, “then why?”
you hum, and she feels you spasm around her fingers. “ ‘cause it’s hot. and people’s reactions to it also turn me on.. but yours could use a little work.”
“i’m sure you slept with your piercer right after, you whore.” she spits out, to which you huff, “you’re just jealous, bitch. unlike you, i’m not some sex-crazed slut who fucks anybody who speaks to me.”
she laughs and you can hear the cockiness dripping off each of the syllables, “oh, clearly. not desperate at all, fucking the leg of a girl you met a few hours ago.”
your eye twitches and before you can argue back, svelte fingers finally plunge into your velvety walls, your garbled sounds music to her ears. she smiles filthily, “yeah, that’s right, just shut up and moan like the horny whore you are. you being angry only makes you tighter for me.”
you’d love to snap back at her, you really would. but unfortunately that would have to wait because oh my god, her fingers and disgusting mouth alone had you closer to cumming than most of your previous partners ever did.
your mouth crashes back on hers again, drool leaking out of your lips that she eagerly licks up and swallows, heavy tongue entwined with yours as your sopping cunt sucks her in like quicksand.
“mmh, take off,” you mumble dazedly between kisses, panting against her cheek. you tug at the material of her pants, “o-off, please.”
she chuckles, gaze heated, “so polite.”
her fingers continue pounding your needy pussy, her other hand coming to tug at her waistband, and you practically clench at her exposed v-line, defined like an arrow pointing to your gradually appearing prize.
your impatient hands join her useless one, pulling harder at the material and she laughs, lifting her hips to indulge you and you waste no time in discarding the fabric.
“ugh, this is uncomfortable.” she shifts, her sweat-slick thighs sticking to the chair, “need a bigger surface.”
her big hand supports your back, pulling you flush against her and you wrap your arms around her neck immediately. her other one leaves your poor, aching slit, but the promise of what’s to come makes the wait worth it as she stands up, hiking your thighs up to loop around her naked waist.
“guide me,” she murmurs, and the command is so oddly intimate your breath slightly hitches. you nod, flustered, whispering the directions into her ear.
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she drops you down on the bed with a small “oof”, and her fingers lazily hook around the sides of her panties, sliding them off so tauntingly you whimper at the sight.
she only grins, crawling over you to pry your legs open, “like what you see?”
your skirt is easily ripped in a quick move you can’t even begin to comprehend, and you whine as she busies herself between your thighs, “tophh! that skirt cost me an arm and a leg, you could have just taken it off!”
she ignores you, repeating the same thing to your damp panties, “it’s like four inches of fabric. i’ll pay you back the three dollars, jingle bells.”
you groan, “you know nothing about fashion! you just— mngh!” a dirty moan leaves your lips and so does any concern over your clothes, her fingers slipping back into you so naturally like your pussy was home.
“you’re right, i know nothing about fashion. kinda hard to when you’re blind,” she crosses your plush thigh over hers, stretching you out a little more just to hear the filthy squelch, “what i do know, though, is how to fuck a whiny ass girl like you.”
that strikes a nerve again. but your protests, once more, die on the tip of your tongue when you feel her folds smush against yours, her fingers giving way to her warm, slick pussy rutting up feverishly against your own.
you make no effort to be quiet, loudly mewling at the delicious bumping of your clits together, the grunts and moans it earns from her only heightening your arousal.
“fuck,” her voice breaks into a shaky whine, her fingers tightening around your waist as her pace increases, “fuck! so good, you’re so good. your pussy’s so sweet, so perfect. oh, so fucking good. i’m sure it must look so pretty, all soaked and dripping with my wetness and yours.”
you didn’t expect toph to be so.. vocal. taunts and degrading jokes, you expected, but this weirdly adorable display of her desperation came as a not so unwelcome shock.
if anything, the duality only served to tighten the big knot in your lower abdomen.
her voice may crack and her praise may be sweet as syrup, but the way she was fucking you was anything but.
you never knew how flexible you were until today, her hands easily manhandling you into different positions to ensure every inch of your pussy was thoroughly soaked with her slick, your hamstrings threatening to snap at the pressure of her strong palms against the back of your thighs, stretching your legs open into the worst of splits.
“mmph— tophh.. g—gonna cummmm..” you drawled, eyes rolled so far back, saliva trickling down the side of your cheek as you let her scissor you in whichever way she wanted.
the pad of her thumb would occasionally join in to add to the pressure of your swollen clit against hers, and it would send sparks of pleasure up your spine, all of it pooling deep into your gut and threatening to spill over.
“i know. i know you will,” she groans, one hand pinning your thigh to your torso while the other found your pierced nipple to roll and pinch, her rhythm unrelenting.
“come for me,” two fingers slide between where you two were joined, effortlessly sinking into your overly wet cunt, curling against your spongy spot with terrifying precision that leaves your thighs spasming and your breath knocked out of your lungs, “now.”
you don’t keep her waiting, your vision flashing white as thick gushes of cum spray over her swollen pussy. she uses the extra slick to fuck you faster, chasing her own release, your folds sticking together in a mess of arousal and slight sweat, the hot smell of sex filling the room.
when she cums soon after you, you already feel heat pooling in your stomach again at the sight of her so wrecked and spent on top of you.
her tank top had long since joined the pile of torn clothes on the floor, your eyes travelling up her bulging abs to set on her heaving, sweaty chest, pebbled nipples resting on the swells of well-toned breasts.
you made a note to ask her if she was an athlete later.
you were both panting, neither of you moving off each other yet, and you let your hands slowly slide up her abdomen to her tits. you give them a tentative squeeze, cupping the soft flesh, looking at her face to gauge her reaction.
when no refusal was uttered, your thumbs found the peaked buds, gently swiping over them to hear her breath hitch. “beautiful,” you whisper lowly, splaying your hands to fully grab them, “you’re very beautiful, toph.”
“really?” the question is just as gentle as your praise, milky eyes half lidded and set on some spot next to your ear.
“yes,” you answer without delay, one of your hands finding its way to her hair to pull her closer to you. with her chest more lowered now, you press a soft kiss to the top of her right breast, “very beautiful.”
for once, toph didn’t feel like ruining the moment with her snarkiness. she simply stayed quiet, indulging you a bit more before finally untangling your limbs and laying by your side.
she rolls over on her back, folding her flexed arms behind her head. “that was great.”
“yeah,” you turn on your side, your back facing her. “you’re good.”
“just good?” you hear the rustling of sheets behind you, then a hand soon finds the curve of your hip. “i deserve better than that, i think.”
you bite back a smile, nuzzling your pillow, “yeah yeah. you’re really good.”
“oh come on,” she shakes you by the hip, scooting closer until you feel her pout against your nape. “be honest, am i not the best sex you’ve ever had?”
the claim isn’t ridiculous, but the last thing you want to do right now is stroke her ego. you hum pensively before shrugging, “.. eh. i’ve had better.”
“you’re lying,” she barks, giving your thigh a light smack. “i can sense it.”
you sigh dramatically, rubbing the spanked spot, “jeez, toph. it’s okay! you don’t have to best for everyone. i’m sure many people think you’re the best sex they’ve ever had. don’t take it personally, it’s just a matter of preference.”
“stop lying!” she groans and you giggle, another smack landing on your ass this time. “admit it! say i’m the best sex you’ve ever had.”
you sigh again, shaking your head, “is your ego that fragile, toph? that it hangs on being someone’s best fuck? that’s a little pathetic, even for you.”
you tense in preparation for the coming spank, and then burst into laughter when it predictably arrives. she scoffs, “you’re very tickled for someone who was humping my leg like a cheap whore earlier.”
and that wipes the smile clean off your face.
you blush, rolling over to face her with a matching pout, “shut up, don’t bring that up.”
she grins, “ ‘oh, toph! please, more! give it to me, tophh! ahhh!’” you whine loudly, pushing her face off yours as she delightfully mocks your sex noises, increasing them in pitch. “fuck off! you were just as loud!”
“as loud as you?” she laughs, taking your hand off her face to smirk all up in your face, “please, i could barely hear myself over your screams and your fucking jewelry’s banging.”
you flush a deeper shade of red, “stop ittt!”
“see?” she pokes your nose, the biggest of smiles tugging at her mouth. “even outside of sex, you’re so fucking noisy.”
you huff and roll over again, refusing to face her as your hand reaches for the sheets to cover yourself. “whatever. good night.”
“but it’s not even night.”
you pinch your nose bridge, squeezing your eyes shut, “did i seriously just sleep with you?”
she chuckles, patting your hip, “and you loved every second of it. here’s to a good friendship,” she cups your face, tilting it back her way to press a kiss to your lips, “nice to meet you.”
you blink, very slowly. “.. nice to meet you too.”
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your banter eventually melted into an oddly pleasant conversation you couldn’t believe you were having with such an annoying woman. you asked each other questions, gradually finding out stuff about yourselves, which was always a nice bonding activity after scissoring a stranger!
you found out she was indeed an athlete; and a wrestler at that. it did make a lot of sense, since most of the other sports required some level of sight, while wrestling — she stated — was more hands-on and physical, hence why she excelled at it.
she even invited you to come watch sometime, to which you obviously agreed, very curious on how she fought. wasn’t her blindness still a big handicap? wasn’t it still much harder for her to predict her opponent’s moves? you were aching to see it all for yourself.
you also found out she uses a white cane, that she somehow forgot in the bus after your outburst.
“how the hell do you forget that?” you frowned, puzzled.
she shrugged, “after that scene you caused, i wanted to catch you before you disappeared, so i kind of rushed and forgot it. i had it under the seat by my feet, so i didn’t feel it.”
you huffed, “that cane is literally how you see, you can’t be that dumb.”
“it’s because i don’t use it that much,” she continued, and that piqued your attention. “i suppose it’s because i fight without it, so i also learnt to do more stuff without it from there on. i can get around my neighborhood just fine since i remember all the roads here, so i basically only use it when i go out somewhere else i’m not familiar with.”
“oh,” you nodded understandingly, then looked down. “well.. i’m sorry for making you forget it, i guess it’s kind of my fault. so allow me to pay you back for it, yeah?”
“awww, such a sweetheart. that’s so kind and generous of you. truly.” she coos, pinching your cheek.
“nevermind, i hope you fall over.”
your gaze flitted to the window, noticing the now starry dark sky. you quickly sat up, eyes widening when you saw the clock on the wall read eight pm.
you’d been talking for almost five hours?
“oh god, it’s so late. and we haven’t even showered yet, ew.” you grimace, getting off the bed to limp towards your bathroom.
she chuckles, smelling herself, “yeah, we reek.”
“you get happy about very fucking weird stuff, toph.”
after a much needed shower, you ended up suggesting for her to stay the night, finding it to be the safer option since she didn’t have her cane. to which she eagerly acquiesced, though for way less innocent motives than yours.
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as the days went by, you two proved to be a much better match than expected. she’d quickly become one of your closest friends, often crashing at each other’s places to either spill tea or get drunk — and the latter often ended in tainted sheets and melted makeup.
your ankle had gotten better too, and you could finally go back to wearing your cherished heels.
toph had just asked you to wait for her outside this shop, she told you she’d be quick and you didn’t need to follow her in, so there you were; leaning against a nearby lamp post as you absentmindedly scrolled on your phone.
after a few minutes, you were snapped out of your doomscrolling by someone poking your shoulder. you lifted your head, only for an incredibly hot woman to meet your gaze. you immediately straightened up, patting your skirt down to look more presentable.
shit, you didn’t like being caught off guard by a hot woman hitting on you.
“sorry for disturbing you,” she starts, and her voice has that low distinct rasp, just like toph’s, that never fails to make your stomach flip. she smiles, leaning down to your height, “i just wanted to tell you you’re very beautiful, you look unreal.”
“oh,” you smile back, sweet yet purposeful, “you’re too kind, thank you. you’re quite attractive yourself.”
you didn’t break eye contact, and the implied message was clear as day.
“a pretty girl like you must be taken,” she looks at the shop you’re waiting in front of, then back at you. “waiting for your partner?”
“oh, no no,” you wave your hand dismissively, stepping more into her space. “i’m just waiting for my friend. i don’t have a girlfriend.”
her smile widens, emboldened by your confirmation and your body language. her hand finds your chin, thumb swiping across your pierced lip, “i see. and do you think there’s any chance my friend over there could get your number?”
she points at some empty spot over her shoulder, and you chuckle, leaning into her touch. “totally. i think your friend’s pretty cute.”
“sweet,” she fiddles with the labret, and your glossy lips playfully pucker up to peck her finger. you notice the flicker in her expression, and of course, you know exactly what you’re doing.
she clears her throat, flustered, letting go of you to fish out her phone.
you smile and take it, long nails tapping against the screen, when a very familiar hand suddenly lands on your ass with a soft smack, giving it a rough squeeze right after.
you’d tensed for a second before groaning, resuming your typing, “tophiee, i told you to stop doing that in public. i keep thinking it’s a creep.”
“my bad,” her arm slides up to hang low around your waist, face scrunching in confusion when she senses the person in front of her. “who is this? are they bothering you?”
“not at all,” you chuckle, putting in the last digits. “she just asked for my info. she’s real smooth with it, i gotta tell you.”
“... huh. interesting.” you don’t pay attention to her grip tightening around your hip in warning, until the phone is abruptly snatched out of your hands the moment you were about to press ‘save contact’.
“sorry buddy,” she deletes the number, sightless eyes set with insane accuracy on the baffled girl in front of you. she tosses the phone at her, making her scramble to catch it in a panic, “she doesn’t have a number.”
you’re just as dumbfounded as the poor girl, who breaks the silence first. “but she was just typi—”
“chop chop.” toph cuts her off, snapping her fingers. “mhm. sorry, no can do. better luck next time. a shame, really. bye.”
you scoff at her, brows raised in shock and anger, “toph? what the fuck do you think you’re—”
“be quiet,” she glares down at you, and it’s deadly. “i’ll get to you later.”
you can’t find any hint of her usual sarcasm or her playful teasing — just a terrifying pair of teal eyes freezing you into place.
it effectively shuts you up, so she focuses back on the very unlucky soul who had the sole misfortune of crossing paths with you today. “what? just leave already.”
her eyes dart in confusion between you and toph, and you can only shamefully look down, giving her a small apologetic wave to end this humiliating interaction sooner. this was so fucking embarrassing.
“what the fuck??” is the last thing you hear from her as she walks away, and you’re genuinely just as confused as her.
when she leaves, you finally glare up at toph properly, pretty features twisted into a frustrated frown. “now, do you wanna explain whatever the hell just— ah!”
you don’t get to finish your sentence before a calloused hand wraps around your wrist, dragging you off with steps as angry as the thudding of her cane against the ground.
you stumble behind her, trying not to trip over your heels at her brisk pace. “t-toph!” you call out to her but she doesn’t answer, and you can only watch her dark hair whip in the air, a hint of fear mixing with your anger.
“toph, where are we g—”
“my place,” she cuts you off, her steps growing faster. “i forgot something.”
your brow raises, questioning. “that’s it? then why the fuck did you interfere with the girl getting my n— oof!”
she stops abruptly and your forehead bumps against her back. you rub it soothingly, “geez, toph. what’s—”
“did you want her to be your girlfriend?” she turns to face you, so close you felt her hot breath hit your cheek. “do you see yourself dating that woman?”
you blink, then you scoff, incredulous. “what? i don’t know, i just met her. i’m not really looking for a serious relationship so—”
“then what?” she spits it like venom and you flinch back. she glares deep into your eyes, “what were you being so sweet and giggly for? for sex? do i not fuck you good enough?”
you stammer, heat creeping up your cheeks. “w-what the fuck, toph?? what does that have to do with—”
“nobody can fuck you better than i do.” she doesn’t let up, invading your space further when you try to step back. “nobody, and certainly not that whore.”
okay, okay. what the hell was going on? perplexed wasn’t good enough a word to even begin to describe how utterly lost you were.
“toph, what the fuck is wrong with you today?” you manage to spit back, returning her glare. “who do you think you are, deciding who can or can’t get my number?”
“i just think it’s stupid of you to pursue sex with someone else when i’m right here.”
you throw your arms up in the air, exasperated, “what?? toph, me sleeping with you doesn’t make you entitled to mess with my love or sex life. with the way you’re speaking, it’s almost like you want me to be your girlfrien—”
“fuck no,” she barks, too quickly, brows furrowing in disgust. “not at all. i just don’t get the point.”
“and you don’t have to get it! you can just fucking suck it up.” you snap, and you immediately regret it with the way her gaze goes cold.
you let out a shaky sigh, trying to rein yourself in. “toph, what i’m trying to say is—”
“stop talking.” her grip tightens around your wrist, and the next thing you know is that you’re being pulled again, too focused on not falling over to argue back.
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you’re both panting when you get to her apartment, and while she fumbles with the key, you take the small opportunity to resume your lecture. “seriously toph, you had no right to butt in. that girl could have possibly been a great match for me. what if i did want her to eventually become my girlfriend?”
“you just said you weren’t looking,” she scoffs, the key repeatedly missing the hole.
you roll your eyes, “that’s not the point. you still can’t butt in, you never know what the future holds. it’s my life, toph.”
the door opens with a click, and it’s instantly shoved open as she barges in, her fingers around your wrist like a cuff.
you sigh, “like i said, you can’t just— mmph!” you’re interrupted by a brutal kiss, all teeth, the force of it making you stagger back until your back hits the wall.
the cane hits the floor and her hands feel you up in a frenzy, mapping out every inch of exposed skin as she sucks the very oxygen out of your lungs.
“it’s because you dress like that,” she pants against your lips between heated kisses. “you’re just begging for attention.”
she swallows the angry protests bubbling up in your throat, her tongue swiping over your palate and teeth and everything in between, and you hate that you can’t help but moan into her mouth.
“these bare legs,” she runs her hands up the back of your thighs, ditching your lips to press wet kisses on your neck, “too exposed. that’s why they hit on you.”
and once again, right when your face scrunched up in irritation, she quashes down any objections by trailing her hand up to your clothed cunt, possessively cupping it.
you uselessly mewl, heat pooling in your gut as you grind on her hand before she swiftly picks you up, taking you to her room.
how were you expected to conjure up any proper argument when this unfairly hot woman was already positioning you to her liking, wordlessly pushing your face into the pillows and adjusting the arch of your back?
“wait right here,” she whispers raspily into your ear, patting your waist to excuse herself, leaving you bent and exposed.
you huff into the pillows. what could you possibly do other than ‘wait here’?
this was ridiculous, you thought to yourself. all your arguments ended like this — unfinished, with your pussy full. you knew better than to keep letting her get away with this, thinking she can win you over by simply fucking you into oblivion and never addressing these accumulating issues.
you will stand your ground.
the bed dips under her weight, and you let out a soft moan when her hands return to your hips, lifting your skirt up.
you will stand your ground, tomorrow.
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sex with toph was always mind-blowing. but this time — on your great grandmother’s grave — you swore you felt your tailbone crack.
“t—toph!! oh my fucking— tophhh!!” you uselessly cry out, leaving sweat-damp marks on the sheets you were clinging to for dear life.
“take it,” her fingers are so tight around your hips you knew they’d bruise the next day.
she hikes them up even higher, earning a pained scream from you that quickly morphs into a pleasured string of moans, the tip of her strap striking your g-spot like a dart to a bullseye.
she leans down to take your ear between her teeth, her pounding relentless. “you’ll take it, my stupid whore. maybe this’ll remind you who this greedy pussy belongs to.”
you’d always hated claims of ownership. they irked you out to no end, and not only did you find them demeaning, they also never failed to make you feel so trapped and helpless.
but right now? with tears and drool soaking your pillows, you wanted nothing but to be thoroughly owned by her.
you don’t feel the words slip out of your mouth until they do, “y—yours. it’s all yours.”
her hips stutter for a second before she moans, loudly. her hand comes down on your ass in a sharp smack, appreciating the ripple and your startled gasp, “say it again.” it’s almost desperate, with the way she pants against your damp nape, “say it.”
you swallow your pooling saliva, “i—it belongs to you, toph.”
“does anybody else fuck you like this?” she spits against your ear with punishing thrusts against your abused walls.
you shake your head, sniffling, “n-no. nobody. mngh!”
her head had left its spot behind your nape, lifting herself up to spread your cheeks wider, and she wished she could see your creamy slick coating the pumping toy.
the wet squelches of your cunt were an auditory tease that made her yearn for sight more than anything else in the world.
with the next rough thrusts, and her hand sliding down to rub circles on your neglected clit, your eyes cross and roll back as you gush all over her strap.
her furious pounding calms down, the rocking of her hips more gentle while your orgasm sends pleasant tingles to the ends of your limbs.
you slowly relax, blissed out, letting yourself enjoy the sweet thrusts to ride out your high.
then a startled squeal escapes your lips, eyes blowing wide open when the sting registers.
did she just—
“ah!” you yelp again, flushing with need and embarrassment at the realization. she was biting your ass!
“shh,” she fondles the fat of your plump backside, alternating between right and left as she bites down on it, leaving angry red marks in her wake. “need to mark you.”
she slips out of you with a filthy pop, casually fingering some of your own cum back into you, then her sticky hands are on your hips again.
you feel the brush of her hair as her kisses and bites descend further down the back of your thighs, littering the canvas of your soft skin with twin markings on each side.
“toph..” you swallow a whimper when she goes back up, coaxing your legs further apart to get to your inner thighs as well, repeating the same process.
she stops at your still spasming pussy, then presses a long, deceptively sweet kiss to your sensitive folds before spitting on them. and your knees immediately give out.
she smiles, pulling back as if to look at your entire spent form. her fingers brush over the dented traces of her teeth on your ass, and she sighs softly, pleased. “now, they’ll know.”
who were “they”? know what? you had no energy left in you to ask, so you only laid limp on her bed, eyes fluttering shut. you felt her weight leave the bed as she walked away, the toy hitting the ground with a wet thud.
awful, awful cramps set in the next morning, dull painful throbbing from all your bones and muscles, and you couldn’t walk for six days.
and while you didn’t want to doubt toph’s goodness since she did stay by your side this whole week, helping you out and pampering you until the pain subsided, you almost felt like she reveled in your inability to leave the house.
or maybe not. maybe she just happened to be very happy to spend time with you.
after all, a friend wouldn’t be that cruel, right?
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* heh did you miss me guys.. is this a good enough apology for the wait??
synopsis : toph and reader end up on the conversation of masturbation and leads to the topic of being able to squirt…
cw/tags : NSFW MDNI, explicit smut, squirting, fingering, teasing, slight dry humping, thigh riding, making out, dacryphilia, slight pussy slapping, nipple play if you squint, begging, 69, spitting.
an : I started this when the movie first got leaked and just took forever to finish it :p apologies for any grammar mistakes in advance! beta read.
wc: 2.4k
“Squirting…?” You questioned a confused look on your face as you stared at Toph who sat next you.
“You’ve never squirted?” She asked with a raised brow a smirk plastered on her face.
“No…” You admitted as you began to feel your face get warm and your heart start to beat a bit faster looking away from her and at the night sky.
You’ve masturbated plenty of times in the past most people did! You never felt ashamed of it but squirting was a whole new concept to you something you had never even considered nor if you knew you could even do.
“I squirt all the time.” Toph admitted causing you to whip your head towards her.
“What? How?” You questioned before covering your mouth realizing what just came out of your mouth.
“Wow, look at you so bold now.” Toph said between chuckles “I can’t believe you’ve never squirted you’re missing out y’know?” She continued.
“I guess I’ve just never gotten comfortable enough when I masturbate to do it…” You said with a slight shrug, there was a brief silence between the both of you the only sound being the campfire they sat around while the others had already gone to sleep.
“Wanna try?” Toph said breaking the silence you felt as if your heart stopped in that moment upon hearing what just came out her mouth.
Since you had met Toph when you guys were kids you always had a crush on her no one knew of course it was something you decided you would ultimately take to the grave you also had assumed the crush would wear off but of course it never did and seeing her again reignited those feelings by a ten fold seeing her now.
Her physique was just stunning her biceps, her muscles, and just everything about her in general was just absolutely stunning she was the most jaw dropping gorgeous woman you had ever seen in your whole life and you could say that for certain.
“Your joke isn’t funny Toph.” You uttered with a dead serious look on your face just chalking it up to some joke.
“I’m not joking pretty girl.” She said leaning closer towards you.
You felt the air get thicker around the both of you, looking up at her towering over you practically you felt your face getting warmer you probably looked like you just ran a 5k with how red your face was at this point.
“Are you sure?” You questioned loud enough for her to hear, one of your hands traveling to her arm rubbing it gently as you pressed your thighs together.
“Well I asked you right? Why would I ask if I didn’t mean it?” Toph questioned her eyebrows raised.
“I guess yeah.” You muttered before feeling your breath get caught in your throat upon feeling Tophs hand gently map out your face.
“Can I kiss you?” She finally asked her fingers grazing your lips.
You hummed with a slight nod. “Nuh uh I need words baby.” Toph said her fingers tracing over your jaw.
“Yeah…Kiss me please?” You asked quietly with a meek nod
Toph smiled and leaned in her eyes fluttering shut her lips meeting yours. Your eyes closed upon feeling her lips press against yours. Both of your lips melting together with your noses bumping against one another desperately kissing one another like both of your lives depended on it, your hands traveled to Toph’s hair while Toph’s hand gently cradled your face.
The kissing was messy and desperate teeth clashing together hands exploring each others bodies. Tophs hand wandered from your jaw down to your breasts palming the mound through your clothes causing a soft moan to leave your lips.
Toph pulled away from the kiss a grin on her face. “You like when I touch you there?” She teased.
You nodded feeling your breath getting caught in your throat in attempts to not let any embarrassing noises to be heard causing a chuckle to slip from Toph lips as she began to play with your nipples through your top.
“Toph wait…” You breathed out placing your hands on her shoulders stopping her briefly while in attempts to calm your breathing
“You okay?” She asked stopping her hand pulling away from her boobs to her forearm. “I didn’t push you did I?” Toph questioned her voice soft.
“No, no” You reassured her shaking your head slightly your hands pulling off your top revealing your bare chest and stomach to Toph, grabbing her hand gently you led it back to your breasts.
“Oh wow…” She murmured her other hand joining now feeling you up. “You normally never wear a bra?” She questioned as you let out small breaths at the feeling of her hands feeling you up.
“Mhm bras are uncomfortable…” You said softly tilting your head back slightly your chest heaving
“Your really sensitive here hm? You like your nipples being played with?” Toph questioned teasingly her fingers tweaking one of your nipples as her other hand palmed your breast. You let out a quiet gasp at the action your eyes closing as you felt your body get warmer and yourself get wetter.
“Fuck I have a better idea.” Toph said suddenly your eyes jolted open upon being manhandled by Toph. She sat next to you and grabbed you by your hips sitting you in her lap. She quickly took off her tube top tossing it across the camp without a care in the word before suddenly you leaned in kissing her your arms now wrapped around her shoulders while her hands rested around your waist.
Messy making out tongues clashing while your foreheads occasionally bumped against each other while both of your chests rubbed up against each other you began to slowly grind your hips causing moans from the both of you. You pulled away from her lips a small string of saliva attaching the both of you together her hands guiding you on her lap while you leaned down towards Toph neck leaving small kisses.
Toph sighed her hands traveling from your waist to your butt squeezing the mounds of fat in her hands. “Keep grinding on me pretty girl…” Toph said in a hushed voice as you pulled away nodding slightly grinding down on her lap slightly quicker.
“Look at you so desperate to get off that your dry humping me.” Toph whispered in your ear causing you to let out a small whine.
“Remove your pants I can’t keep waiting.” Toph demanded softly smacking your ass a smirk plastered on her face.
You began unbuttoning your pants getting up to quickly get rid of them then helping Toph to remove her own pants leaving the both of you in panties both with a matching wet spot. Toph grabbed you by your hips once again placing you on her muscular thigh causing you to get tighter at the feeling of her muscles prodding your lips.
“Ride my thigh pretty girl.” Toph whispered one of her hands on your butt the other resting on your side.
You hummed and began to grind down on her thigh holding onto her shoulders letting out whimpers causing Toph to chuckle at you deciding to mess with you further she flex her thigh making you let out a moan and your hips to stutter.
“Toph…” You whined out at the feeling of her muscles flexing.
“Hm? Doesn’t it feel good? Getting off on my thigh?” She teased her finger now tracing over your nipple.
“Haah…Can’t” You breathed out everything becoming more overwhelming as the seconds passed you felt your panties get wetter and wetter as you kept grinding.
“Can’t what? Use your words.” Toph said as her fingers slipped down to her own panties rubbing her clit through the sopped fabric.
“M close..Shit” You groaned before feeling a pair of hands stopped you, your head shot up to see Toph with a cheeky smile on her face before flipping the both of them over so now Toph was on top hovering over you before yanking off your panties gently slapping your pussy causing you to let out a yelp before she then rubbed your lips.
She grinned leaning down slightly spitting on your lips spreading it around with her middle and pointer finger.
She leaned her upper body down kissing you gently as she slipped a finger in your entrance with her other finger occupying your clit resulting in you moaning into her mouth.
She added another finger and began to finger you slowly while one of her other fingers rubbed small circles on your clit as she kissed you deeply. Kissing her back moaning into her mouth your body felt as if it was melting into the ground and your head was becoming hazy the more she thrusted her finger while circling your clit your hands found her face cupping it while you made out it feeling like you two were the only people on earth everything else fizzing out of your mind.
“Toph gonna cum…” You whimpered against her tongue your hips bucking up to meet her finger as your back began to slightly arch.
“Beg for it.” Toph demanded her fingers slowing their pace her mouth making her way to your collarbones licking them.
“H-Huh?” You said confused still in a slight haze from pleasure looking at her your chest heaving.
“Beg.” Toph demanded once again as she began to kiss your collarbones
“Please, Please Toph? Feels s’ good don’t you wanna make me feel good?” You pleaded the coil in your stomach felt tighter this time around you felt almost as if you were about to pee.
She smiled against your collarbones and her fingered began to continue her previous pace.
“W-Wait gonna pee stop.” You said while pushing at her shoulders as your hips started bucking up to meet her hand.
Upon hearing your words Toph grinned widened leaving your collarbones and bringing her mouth down towards your clit and began to go between sucking and licking meanwhile her two fingers kept thrusting in and out now hitting your g-spot.
You felt that tight coil feeling in your lower abdomen release as gasps left your mouth as your head shot back eyes shut. Everything felt wet after a moment your eyes fluttered open to see Toph’s face soaked you gasped at the scene between your legs your face becoming extremely red.
“I’m so sorry!” You exclaimed in embarrassment sitting up your hands covering your face.
Toph chuckled at your embarrassment wiping her face with the back of her hand sitting up.
“Don’t be sorry pretty girl I loved it.” She said a slight smirk on her face before laying down next to where you sat
“Come sit on my face yeah?” She said her hand now resting on your thigh
“Won’t I crush you?” You said nervously looking down at her bush feeling your mouth water.
“So?” She said confidently. You gulped nervously getting on your knees and positioning your self over her face backwards.
Feeling her hands move to your hips running them up and down trying to ease you. You lowered yourself down and whined feeling her tongue against your lips.
Your eyes shut tight from the feeling of her tongue playing with your bud before opening them again looking over your shoulder at her.
“Shit…” You breathed out at the scene feeling yourself get wetter looking back at her from over your shoulder.
Your hands traveled to Toph's breasts to play with her own nipples as she ate you out causing her to moan into your cunt. Your eyes gaze landed on Toph’s hips that were slightly bucking up into the air. Your hands traveled down to her waist and leaned down putting Tophs bud into your mouth causing Toph to moan into your cunt.
“Fuck baby” Toph groaned out softly smacking at the mounds of fat and then rubbing them.
You and Toph began to eat one another out both of you having slick and spit smeared on your guys mouth and jaw. It was messy your hands on her thighs her hands grabbing onto the mounds of fat both making a moaning mess of one another the feeling of sin swallowing you doing something so dirty making such a mess of yourself.
“Taste so good, So sweet” Toph mutters into your heat causing you to whine in embarrassment at her words your hips bucking into her face.
You then felt two fingers prod at your slick entrance causing you to pull away from her slick entrance a string of saliva still connecting you to her entrance to let out a moan into the night.
Your fingers digging harder into Toph’s thigh you let your hips buck against her face before letting go of one of her thighs bringing two of your own fingers to your mouth wetting them before bringing them down to Toph’s entrance inserting them causing her to buck her hips further so your fingers would hit her g-spot.
You brought your lips back down using your tongue to play with her bud as your fingers hit her g-spot. Toph pulled back from your entrance she gathered spit in her mouth before spitting it onto your entrance using her thumb to rub your nub.
You moaned into her feeling that coil in your stomach return once more the sensation from the last time returning again as well. You felt your hips began to buck into her mouth feeling her smirk against you as her hips also began to chase towards her high.
As you sped up your fingers pace you began to feel something wet hit your face as Toph’s moans began to add a sense of vibration on your entrance. Slightly opening your eyes allows you to see Toph was squirting on your hands and slightly into your mouth.
Seeing that sight caused that coil to finally tighten enough to be let loose. You began to squirt on Toph’s face allowing her to swallow all of your juices up as you did the same with hers.
After you both finished you crawled off of Toph and curled up next to her your mind beginning to come to your chest slowly stop heaving.
“So…How was squirting for the first time?” Toph started after some silence.
You groaned hiding your face in the crook of her neck softly hitting her arm at her words in embarrassment.
“Oh now you’re embarrassed?” Toph teased kissing your cheek shaking you head slightly you nuzzle closer to her closing your eyes falling asleep.
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adult zuko x f!reader x toph beifong
warnings: 18+ nsfw, porn without plot, heavy power play, mean dom!toph, sadist!toph, softdom!zuko, angry!zuko, bratty sub!reader, brat taming obvi, ownership, humiliation, face slapping, hair pulling, degradation, name calling, edging, nipple play, orgasm denial, rough & feral sex, p in v sex, face riding, toph x zuko moments, mommy/daddy kink, cunnilingus, creampie, improper use of earthbending and firebending, and i’m probably missing more
summary: you keep testing zuko, causing fuss after fuss, and you won’t listen to him no matter what he tries, leaving him at a loss of what to do. until the real brat taming master walks in and shows him how it’s done.
wc: 4.8k // art creds: clumsy_nik & divider by @ cursed-carmine
author’s note: i’m ovulating, so consider this my +1k special muah muah ! play your sexy playlist & dig in ᢉ𐭩
you and zuko had finally gotten home after a long dinner party at the fire palace.
though you were both in entirely different moods; a big, satisfied smile on your face, and a deeply frustrated frown on zuko’s.
you opened the door, hand splayed on the wall for support as you lazily undid the tight straps of your heels, hyper aware of your fuming boyfriend glaring daggers into the back of your head.
you shoot him an innocent glance over your shoulder, your smile bordering on taunting, “is everything okay, my darling? you don’t seem so well.”
amber eyes pierce through your very soul, blazing with irritation. any normal person would be cowering and pleading for forgiveness by now, facing such obvious anger from the fire lord— but you could see past that front.
despite his royal status and gruff appearance pointing towards the opposite, zuko was actually a very gentle lover in private.
he’d never laid a hand on you, no matter what you did. were you a little mean for exploiting that to unleash your maximum brattiness? maybe.
but the sight of him so worked up and helpless always turned you on so badly, and his attempts at getting you to behave were just so fun each and every time.
your feet slip into your fuzzy slippers as you step further into the house, and an exasperated groan escapes zuko’s throat.
“why? seriously, why do you do this, my love?” he pinches his nose bridge, trying to even out his breathing. “i’ve told you time and time again that i do not tolerate misbehavior at formal gatherings.”
you hum, in the kitchen now, opening the fridge for something to eat, “i did nothing wrong, zu.”
he huffs, quickly closing the distance and brutally shoving the fridge door shut, his bulk towering over you. “nothing? you call teasing my attendants, purposefully hiking up your dress in front of everyone, flirting with most of the guests — nothing? that’s all nothing to you, my love? i had to personally apologize to so many people for your weird behavior tonight.”
puffs of steam hit your face as he rants, but all that does is make you more smug. you bat your lashes up at him, “i’ve just had one too many drinks, zu. i didn’t mean to.”
his brows furrow, “i watched your wine glass the entire time. you didn’t drink enough to act like that, sweetheart.”
you also liked how the terms of endearment never left his mouth, even when scolding you.
you shrug, grabbing a nearby water bottle and walking off again. “whoops, then.”
“you—you’re impossible!” his voice almost cracks, and you hide your victory grin behind your bottle, heading towards the stairs.
you take a refreshing sip, soothing the slight scratchiness of your throat from the alcohol.
“having a hard time with her again, sparky?”
you choke on your water, followed suit by an intense coughing fit as you trip over yourself, the liquid spilling everywhere.
you scramble up on your knees, hesitantly twisting your head behind you.
oh no.
no no no.
“she’s been a nightmare,” zuko sighs in defeat when toph walks over from where she was quietly seated in the living room the entire time.
her arm snakes around his strong waist, a delighted grin plastered on her face as she looks down at you, gaze accurately pinning you down from the sound of your now erratic breathing. “yeah? well, you’re the one who enables her, zuko.”
your eyes nervously dart between them both, extremely puzzled. why was she here?
it was thursday. in your arrangement, thursdays were for you and zuko only.
toph wasn’t supposed to be here.
she gives him a pat on the back before stepping over to where you were, gait slow and assured.
you crawl back in panic, but your movements are quickly halted when she earthbends the ground under you to lock your limbs into place.
“confused?” she kneels down to your height, tilting her head mockingly. “it’s past midnight, princess. which means, it’s friday now. and oh, remind me, who’s in charge of you in fridays again?”
she smiles, and it’s pure evil.
you immediately break out into a cold sweat, your trembling lips rendering you a stammering mess. “n—no wait, this doesn’t count! i—i was with zuko all day, i didn’t—”
he scoffs, throwing his arms up in the air. “now, you’re scared? do my words and warnings mean nothing to you at all?”
you’re about to take it all back and apologize to him when she cuts you off with a loud cackle, “don’t be jealous, sparky.”
you flinch when her rough hand comes down to ruffle your hair thoroughly, like you were some misbehaving dog. she grins, all teeth, “you’re just too gentle on her. but don’t worry, i’ll take good care of that for you.”
zuko sighs again, coming to stand next to toph as he brushes his thick, disheveled hair back, staring you down with suffocating disappointment. “i just hoped she’d be more cooperative. you know i don’t like using violence, toph.”
“violence’s too strong a word..” she coos, patting your cheek softly and you almost melt into her touch, before the pat quickly morphs into a head-whipping slap, her palm striking you so hard your face slams against the floor in a crashing thud and your ears begin to ring.
a sharp cry erupts from your throat and she smiles sweetly, dusting her hands before getting up. “mhm. i’d just call it.. light discipline.”
she leans down to lift your head up by your roots, like you were some grocery bag, then casually turns back to a flabbergasted zuko who can’t tear his eyes off the blooming bruise on your soft cheek.
“this,” she gives your hair another tug, relishing the pathetic yelp it coaxes from you, “is how you tame a brat, my dear zuko.”
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toph forces you to crawl all the way to your bedroom, the sole of her foot nudging your ass if your pace slackens, and you want to die from the sheer embarrassment.
nothing about this was fair. at all.
you hadn’t taken toph into account. you only did as you pleased because you were sure she wouldn’t be here.
fucking midnight — that didn’t count!! it was still not her day!
she had you on a tight leash since the beginning of your relationship, and having learned your lesson the hard way a few times, you knew better than to test her.
she was ruthless.
so unlike sweet, gentle zuko. zuko who pampered and spoiled you rotten, zuko who indulged your brattiness most of the time, zuko who you were now immensely regretting taking for granted.
“faster,” she yawns, giving your backside a light kick and feeling it jerk up against her foot. you flush harder at the utter humiliation, face as red as your bruise.
“see, zu?” she gives him a proud grin as they walk behind you. “not a word of rebuttal. i keep telling you, she can be very good if you beat some sense into her little pea brain. you just gotta show her who’s boss.”
he stays silent, but you can feel his heavy gaze on you. and you wished the ground would split open and swallow you up already.
being punished by toph was one thing — having zuko watch you get punished was a whole other one.
it was too humiliating; he was the partner you felt cockier with.
you were so smug and catty with him, and now your entire act was crumbling apart right before his very eyes.
your self-esteem was taking a huge, huge hit. one you weren’t sure how to recover from.
you’re snapped out of your self-pitying with a startled squeal, her foot coming to slot itself between your thighs this time, spreading them open as she brings the top of it up to rub against your clothed cunt.
“t—toph!” you can’t help but shamefully moan, back arching further at the friction against your damp panties, and she laughs even louder. “what the hell, you’re so filthy. what the fuck’s got you so wet already, you disgusting whore? ew, you’re getting my foot all dirty.”
and with that, she pulls it away to give your ass another kick forward.
zuko looks away, embarrassed for your own sake, though his painfully hard cock tells another story.
toph sighs, wiping the excess slick that seeped onto her foot on the back of your thighs, and you could cry from how degraded you felt and how there was nothing you could do but take it.
and the fact that this still had you a dripping mess only made shame curdle deep in your stomach.
“can’t behave,” she spits out, swiping her foot across the floor. “and can’t crawl properly. what can you even do?”
you don’t see her assume her stance until the earth under you rumbles and folds into a rippling wave that sends you straight to your shared bedroom, where you land with a squeak.
“toph,” zuko glares at her as they march forward. “don’t use rash bending on her like that.”
she merely tuts, sliding off her clothes before even reaching you, “you’re soft. this is why she disobeys you.”
“i’m not soft.” he argues, crossing his arms, and toph is already lifting your dazed self up onto the bed. “you are. you can’t even spank her.”
“hitting isn’t always the answer.”
she lays you down, your hair pooling so prettily around your head like a halo, then gives your thigh a smack to feel you jolt back into attention.
she shoots him a smug grin and shrugs, “works just fine to me.”
you swallow thickly, her nimble fingers ridding you of the expensive silks, exposing your pretty, naked body for her to mark and bruise as she pleased.
toph notices the trembling of your limbs under her, and her smile turns fond, her voice soft as her face lowers to closely hover over yours. “don’t be scared, sweet girl.”
tears prick at your eyes, and you let out a tiny whimper. “i-i didn’t do anything to you, toph.”
“you’re right,” she captures your lips into a warm, sloppy kiss — so sweet you would think her bipolar. “that’s why i’ll be gentle on you.”
her words reek of lies, but what can you do other than cling to them?
you nuzzle her calloused hand resting on your blemished cheek, allowing tears to fall down and soak her fingers, “y-you know i’d never disobey you, toph.”
“i know.” she agrees, caressing your face as her smirk grows wider, more condescending. “you fear mommy the most, don’t you?”
her hands drift to your bare breasts to cup them, and you nod eagerly, not thinking much of the question.
then zuko — who you almost forgot was even there — barks out an irritated scoff, stripping himself off his robes too. “is that how it is? out of the two of us, i’m the one who treats you best, the one who has you drenched in gold and fancy silk, the one who has never so much as raised their voice at you. and yet, i’m the one you don’t listen to?”
you wince at his harsh tone, unused to seeing him so visibly angry with you, guilt pooling in your gut. “n-no i—”
toph laughs, licking a stripe up your neck. “suck it up, sparky. i’m just that much better than you. you’re mommy’s girl through and through, aren’t you baby?”
you don’t even know who to look at, glancing between a cocky and deceptively sweet toph, and a deeply disappointed zuko, who had now joined you both on the bed, all of you only left in your underwear.
toph was usually the angry one— you didn’t know how to navigate this.
her punishment was worse, but zuko was now a highly unpredictable variable in your situation.
you never once doubted his soft spot for you, but it was hard to stay confident under such a terrifying, boiling hot man.
“my my, you’re steaming, zu.” toph lifts herself up from you to capture zuko’s lips into a filthy kiss, wisps of smoke escaping through the gaps of their mouths.
an easy moan slips out of your lips when she kneads your tits, reminding you that she was still there with you.
the kiss keeps growing more heated, less tongue and more teeth, both of them fighting for dominance.
when you see a bit of blood trickle down zuko’s lip to his chin, you frown in worry and poke at toph’s side. “g-guys i think you’re taking it too—”
both of them immediately turn to glare at you and all your words die on your tongue, their heaving chests and angry eyes sending sparks of fear and pleasure down to your throbbing clit.
“go away, toph.” zuko nudges her off, crawling over you. “this concerns me. i’ll take over.”
“suit yourself,” she sits by your head, lazily leaning back against the headboard as zuko spreads your legs open.
the motion isn’t gentle, and that’s when you realize this isn’t the usual sweet, soft zuko you know.
no no no, this wasn’t like him at all—
“i always defended you,” he spits it like venom, not bothering to look up from your puffy folds, neatly outlined through your wet panties. “i always thought toph’s methods were uncivilized, savage, undignified to use on a smart girl like you.”
a wail is ripped out of your throat when his hand cups the entirety of your cunt, heating it up just enough to warn, shy of burning you.
you’re already crying again, and you want to apologize but he decides he isn’t done speaking.
“no no, don’t bother, your words mean nothing to me anymore. time and time again, i’ve tolerated your actions and opted for gentler, more humane treatment. thought i could talk sense into your stubborn head. and what does that get me? a royal fuck-up at an important dinner. you know, maybe toph’s right. maybe you’re just a fucking mutt who needs a rough hand to actually listen.”
tears freely stream down your face, and you want to deny it all so badly. you want to defend yourself, speak up, tell him that he has it all wrong and you’ll listen — but he’s past entertaining your nonsense now.
you don’t even see his hand move until your entire body jerks up in shock as you cry out, a harsh spank landing on your swollen pussy lips.
you sob loudly, writhing and reaching for his arms to hold onto.
“well, i’ll be damned,” toph perks up next to you, pleasantly surprised, like she was commenting on a football match. “didn’t know you had it in you, sparky.”
“shut up, toph.” he glares down at you, panting, and through your teary half-lidded eyes, you swore you saw a flicker of hesitation in his blazing ones, like he wasn’t sure whether to really go through with this.
you allow yourself to soak in that brief moment, holding eye contact in hopes that you’d butter him up.
remind him you were just his princess.
that you were the girl he never laid a hand on.
zuko feels conflicted.
he wants to stop this.
he wants to hold you in his arms and litter apologetic kisses all over your fragile body.
this isn’t like him.
but he also likes this.
when he ignores the small bit of guilt prodding at the back of his mind, he really, unexpectedly, likes this.
he likes seeing those quivering lips, that hint of fear in your usually fierce eyes.
that meekness that you usually reserved for toph only.
you were vulnerable now.
you were actually listening.
no back talk, no smug remarks, no teasing — just obediently waiting for his next move.
fuck.
the sight of you so wrecked and fearful under him has his cock effortlessly straining against the thin fabric of his boxers.
it felt deranged but he couldn’t resist it anymore — he’d make it up to you later.
your hope for the soft zuko vanishes when he suddenly grabs your thighs, throwing them over his shoulders as he frees his rock hard cock, tip flushed and already leaking with too much pre-cum.
even in your state, you can’t help but drool when it slaps back against his abdomen, and you feel yourself clench around nothing.
well that “nothing” was about to become something, and way sooner than expected.
zuko always fingered you before fucking you, gently stretched you bit by bit because he knew he was too big for you, and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt his pretty, pretty girl.
but that zuko was long gone and now you scream, nails drawing blood against his delts as his thick cock bullies its way inside your tight walls with no prep at all.
“z—zuko! i-it hurts— nngh!”
“you’ll take it.” he snaps with finality, and you can’t get used to this new, mean tone of his — though your pussy clearly can. “you take toph all the time.”
“yeah, and i’m bigger.” she adds with a proud grin, casually twirling a strand of your sweat-damp hair like you weren’t almost bouncing off the bed with the force of zuko’s thrusts.
his huge hands find the back of your thighs, folding you into a mating press and you choke on your moans at the deeper angle, his fat tip kissing your cervix.
“ahh zuko!” you mewl through your cries, drool and tears soaking the pillow under you, mouth agape as he fucks you stupid, and another smack! lands on your ass.
“is this what it takes?” his palms grow hotter against the sweaty skin of your thighs, steam wafting off his body. “do i have to treat you like an animal for you to listen to me? do i have to be as savage as toph?”
she lets out a booming laugh, slapping her knee, “that’s me! you’re welcome, sparky.”
“answer me,” he orders you, ignoring toph.
you want to, but all you can do is moan like a bitch in heat and admire how beautiful he is, even with the ugly emotions stirring in his heart.
it was unfair how pretty he was — face scrunched up in anger and concentration, sweat collecting on his forehead and around his bangs, lips as red as his scar, parted open for puffs of hot air to hit your face.
maybe it was because he was the fire lord, but even in his ruthlessness, there was some sort of grace, refinement.
while toph doled out insane, crass punishment, terrifying enough to set you straight for life — zuko seemed more.. reasonable, for lack of a better word.
how even at his worst, with his control lost, he still managed to hold a level of composure you could only dream of toph possessing at her best.
cruel, cruel toph.
toph who had been awfully, oddly patient, now that you thought about it.
as if she read your mind, she suddenly groans, stretching her limbs. “okay, this isn’t that fun anymore. let me in too.”
zuko huffs, dragging a particularly high pitched yelp out of you when his dick strikes your g-spot, “it’s my night.”
“well it’s technically friday, so it’s actually mine.”
“toph.”
she sneers and grabs his shoulder, cocking an eye brow. “now now, sparky. i know you just grew a backbone, but don’t forget who still tops both of you, yeah?”
toph interrupts his reluctant grumbling, pushing him away from your face so her fingers can find you. she traces your pretty features, smudging your tears and sweat all over them, a fond smile tugging at her lips. “you always look your best when you’re fucked out. now, let me have my fun.”
her words don’t even register in your brain, too focused on her beautiful tits and bulging abs and zuko’s cock still ramming into you hard and fast.
with zuko’s head pushed further back now, she doesn’t waste time in using up the free space, and your eyes widen when she lifts herself up, her knees sinking on either side of your head.
she looks down at you, and the eye contact makes you spasm around zuko’s dick, which in turn twitches inside you.
she grins, hips hovering over your face as teasing fingers slowly tug her panties to the side, “i’m sure all that crying got you hungry, yeah?”
she leaves you no opportunity to answer — not that you could anyway, only able to mewl at your boyfriend’s furious pounding — before lowering herself on you, the smell of her gorgeous, wet pussy clouding all your other senses.
you can barely breathe, but you know better than to reject a beifong’s gift. you were very grateful.
she scoffs, giving your hair a harsh pull, “eat up, bitch. if i just wanted to sit, i’d pick a fucking sofa.”
a sharp thrust from zuko elicits a loud moan from you, which reverberates through her core and pulls a similar noise out of her.
“good,” her hips begin to rock against your face, and you start lapping at her soaked folds, drinking in her moans of pleasure mixed with zuko’s satisfied grunts, both of them about to stuff your holes soon enough.
“faster!” her grip on your hair is so tight it puts zuko’s on your hips to shame, and you find yourself crying harder as you moan and eat her out, overwhelmed by the amount of sensations engulfing your body.
your hands weakly slide up to grab toph’s waist to help please her, but they’re quickly smacked off.
“don’t touch me until i cum, slut.” she barks, fucking your face harder, and your choking only causes you to tighten around zuko, who moans and picks up the pace at the feel of your fluttering walls, his heavy balls smacking against the bruised skin of your ass.
“fuck,” she breathes out a raspy laugh, reveling in your completely wrecked noises. “no way this pathetic girl actually gives you trouble, sparky. that’s kinda embarrassing for you.”
“shut up— haah..” he trails off, his pace stuttering for a second and the next thing you feel is absurdly strong, hot gushes of white cum painting your insides white, filling you up to the brim, and your eyes cross and roll back so hard you thought you’d gone blind.
his slow rocking as he ensures you’re stuffed well and full of him has you close to cumming yourself, but just as you’re about to let go, toph quickly throws her arm behind her to push zuko off, “pull out!”
even with only one of her strong hands, he’s already pushed half out of you, and with a muffled cry from you against toph’s cunt, he pulls out as ordered, urged by the urgency in her voice.
he frowns, gently fisting himself, puzzled. “the hell, toph? what was that for?”
toph grins, resuming your face-fucking, “she was about to cum. i heard all her blood rush faster south, and of course, good girls don’t cum before their mommies, right?”
your poor pussy spams uselessly, milky pearls of zuko’s cum trickling down your slit to dampen the sheets, and he feels his cock already harden again at the sight.
toph’s moans grow louder as you sob against her, helplessly suckling and slurping at her clit, and her orgasm soon follows.
it was just like what you said earlier; toph was disgusting.
these were her methods.
your face was a mix of tears, snot, drool, and now cum. and yet, if she was allowed sight for only one moment, she’d pick this one with zero hesitation.
“good girl.” with another filthy squelch of her cunt against your mouth, she forces you to swallow all her slick, two fingers pressed against your slender throat to feel the ripple of it.
she finally lifts herself up, and you suck in a desperate breath, dragging air back into your lungs like a drowning woman.
she snickers at that, sitting on your abdomen instead, listening to your frantic, frenzied panting.
“aw,” she croons, sliding her hands up the curve of your waist to your chest again, coaxing broken whimpers out of you when she toys with your peaked nipples. “baby wants an orgasm, huh?”
you sniffle and nod, back arching as she pulls and twists your sensitive buds.
her smirk widens and it’s wicked. “well, i’m not the one you pissed off, so this isn’t up to me.”
“do you forgive her, zuko? think she deserves to cum?” one of her hands drifts behind her, past your navel and inching closer to your perked up clit.
you look up at zuko, and he’s never seen you this pitiful.
he sighs, laying by your side as he cups your bruised, tear-stained cheek, your face a filthy mess of different fluids.
you press shaky, apologetic kisses to his palm, and his thumb gently swipes under your eyelid. “are you really sorry?”
you nod desperately and he shakes his head, “i want to hear you. speak.”
toph gives your clit a warning flick, and words spill out of your lips in a flurry, “i—i’m sorry! p—please, i really am. i-i’m so sorry zuko, i swear i’ll—”
“not zuko,” he interrupts you, and now of all times, a blush tints his cheeks. “daddy.”
you blink through your daze, confused at the request. zuko never had you use titles before.
“don’t look at me like that,” he quickly huffs out, defensive. “you always call toph mommy.”
“oh please.” toph cackles, her weight heavy on your tummy. “i’m hot enough to pull it off. you can’t.”
“fuck off.” he flushes harder, and you’d find it adorable if not for your current predicament. his gaze is back on you, his grip on your face more insistent. “say it.”
“i..” your blush mimics his, and you wipe some of your tears with the back of your hand. “i-i’m sorry, daddy. i promise i won’t do it again.”
he sighs, resting his forehead against yours. “good girl. you know i don’t like seeing you hurt like this.”
you sniffle, clinging to him as much as toph’s body on your middle can allow, “y-yes. i’m so sorry, daddy. please forgive me.”
“wow, what do you know,” toph whistles playfully, like you weren’t hanging on by a thread. “you can pull it off, sparky. good job.”
he scoffs, scowling at her, “fuck you.”
“maybe on saturday.”
“daddy,” you cut them off, really not in the mood for their bickering when your orgasm was only a few touches away. you weakly tilt zuko’s face back your way, more tears pricking at your eyes. “please— i need to cum, so badly. d-do you forgive me?”
he stares at you, his gaze softening at how destroyed you look and sound.
toph hums a song, her index tapping against the very edge of your clit, carefully avoiding it, and you feel like a defendant awaiting verdict.
relief floods your entire body when he presses a chaste kiss to your quivering lips, pulling back with a small smile. “of course i forgive you.”
“cute,” toph smirks, and her touch finally, mercifully, lands on your puffy bud, and your eyes squeeze shut with joyful anticipation.
though she stops after two measly rubs, zuko’s words cutting through your haze like a guillotine. “but you won’t cum tonight.”
what?
“no!” you cry out when toph gets off you with a delighted guffaw, and you don’t know who to beg anymore. “p-please, you can’t do this to me, i’m begging—”
“shhh,” he shushes you with another soft kiss, but this one doesn’t feel as sweet anymore. it feels cruel, even.
toph, on the other hand, starts clapping, like she’d just watched an award-winning movie. “what a twist! good going, sparky. didn’t know you could be so mean to your lovely princess.”
he gets up as well, both of them leaving you an edged, ruined mess on the bed, and you can’t stop the flood of tears streaming down your face.
ignoring your repeated calls, toph’s hand finds his warm lower back as they start walking away, “see, zuko? now you’re never gonna have to deal with bad dinners again, trust me.”
you helplessly watch their retreating figures, hiccuping a sob, and though you know it won’t be nearly as good, you decide to at least relieve yourself instead, the need unbearable.
anything was better than whatever the fuck they just did to you.
but just as your pathetic fingers slide down to your slit, you hear a snap of fingers and metal suddenly wraps around your wrists before roughly bringing them both up over your head, slamming the back of your hands against the headboard, a loud wail escaping your throat.
you look up to see toph by the entrance, her fingers up in a twirly motion, zuko having left ahead for the bathroom first.
she gives you a taunting grin, “nice try. better luck next time.”
then she closes the door after her, and you’re left crying and thrashing uselessly against the binds until your throat’s hoarse and your wrists are marred.
not only that, but they also decide to take the torture further by having nasty, sloppy sex in the shower, their moans resounding so loudly through the walls you couldn’t tell who was topping who this time, your imagination running wild with nothing to soothe the burning heat in your drooling, aching pussy.
all over a fucking dinner party.
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* i have a similar zutoph x reader work (one of my favs) with more focus on toph, so feel free to check it out here if you haven’t already!
man it’s so hard to write a brat taming fic without spanking, i tried giving it a break since i shove it in almost every fic smh😞
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