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𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
part i: talk or kiss*
*not a necessary read, but this fic is meant to be a continuation!
‧₊˚── Request: May i request sevika x virgin reader? Sevika walks in on reader humping her(Sevika’s) pillow…🫣 woaah who said that? must’ve been the wind…
Word Count: 6.6k
Content/Warnings: nsfw, virgin!reader, top!sev, bottom!reader, no pronouns/gendered terms used for reader, reader has female anatomy, reader watches porn for like five seconds, so so so much consent, lots of banter, tw: corporate 9-5 LMAO
A/N: right. so. 6k words. and i have a lot to say about them LOL. 1. yes i know i porn is bad but look im not gonna act like i don't break out twitter to watch some lesbians get it on every once in a while okay? 2. i am SO glad i got this request because i've yet to see a fic where the reader was a virgin and wasn't highly highly infantilized, which i am... not a fan of. this reader is grown, knows their body well, and isn't clueless about sex— this was very much intentional. no shade. 3. this fic was very cathartic for me as someone who grew up steeped in purity culture and experienced a huge emphasis both on virginity and the loss of it. it's certainly an interpretation of a very successful first time, and that is to offer comfort to folks who may not have had that, rather than make anyone feel ashamed of what their first time looked like or what their relationship to virginity looks like in the first place. i want people to read my work and feel good— never the opposite— so that feels important to name. 4. in the name of representing what i hope will read as a very healthy approach to someone having sex for the first time, sev may come off a bit ooc. i've got plenty of other iterations of sevika's sexual presence in my handy-dandy masterlist, but if you're looking for some good ol' sweet sev, then without further ado, i hope you enjoy!
𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐁𝐞𝐞 ୨ৎ
──˚₊୨ৎ‧₊˚──
You're not quite sure when you and Sevika officially started dating.
It happened much like your first kiss— spontaneous, but still entirely inevitable. The kiss shared in her doorway became a kiss on your temple to greet you, hands held whenever you strolled the streets of The Lanes, a spare toothbrush in her bathroom, and the right side of her closet dedicated to your clothes.
And now, you're sprawled out in her bed, watching the morning sun catch the copper metal of her left arm as she pads around the room, getting ready for work.
"You still good to pick Isha up from school?" She muses, feeding a leather belt through the belt loops of her slacks. "No worries if not. Don't want you to feel like that's something you're responsible for."
You softly smile, nuzzling against her pillow.
"I don't mind at all," you reply, voice still thick with sleep. "Jus' feel bad they're keeping you so late. Three hours for a meeting is—"
"Fucking ridiculous," she suddenly spits, looking at you.
You chuckle as she huffs, now fastening her watch onto her wrist.
"I'll tell you what," she continues, "I've never taken a sick day in my life. But a meeting 'til seven o'clock in the evening?"
She walks over to you, interrupting her own train of thought to press a kiss to your forehead before continuing,
"I almost said 'fuck it' and submitted the PTO last night."
"Not too late to call out," you suggest, pulling her in for a kiss that's slow, lazy, and clearly meant to escalate.
But that's the thing.
The two of you haven't had sex yet.
You've never had sex at all.
And Sevika insists that your first time should be more than a frantic quickie.
"You're so chivalrous," you always tell her.
"If I'm not chivalrous, I'm dead," she always replies.
But it's moments like these— moments where she pulls away from a kiss with swollen lips and a hungry gaze— that you wish she'd throw chivalry to the wind and ravage you.
But, alas. She insists on an ordeal. And, unfortunately, there isn't much time for ordeals when there are jobs to work, errands to run, and a six-year-old to take care of.
So, you relent once she says she's going to be late, and watch with a pout as she makes her way toward the bedroom door.
"Don't have too much fun without me," she jokes, one foot already in the hallway.
You snort. "My hand is already halfway down my pants, dude."
She barks out a laugh, shutting the door behind her before making her way down the hall.
You listen closely to boots growing farther and farther away.
You sit up to make sure you catch the sound of the front door being locked from the outside.
And as soon as you hear it,
You're falling onto your back. Pulling out your phone. Reaching for your earbuds.
Watching porn at eight in the morning is certainly not among your proudest moments, but, hey, at least you aren't watching it out loud through your phone's speakers. Pilties aren't the only people with decorum…
You navigate to the page of a couple you've admittedly grown slightly emotionally attached to, and sigh in relief as you reach down to press against the ample arousal already dampening your underwear.
It isn't Sevika's hand tracing circles over your clothed clit. It isn't her above you, stealing your breath away, pressing kisses to lips, your jaw, your collar bone, before trailing down, down, down to the heat between your thighs.
But, Janna, she's all you can think about. Even with the vision of melding bodies and the sounds of their coupling playing on your phone. Especially when you roll your head to the side, press your face into Sevika's pillow, and all you can smell is her.
The jasmine-scented shampoo she hates the smell of, but won't throw away because it'd be a waste. The sea salt and cedar soap you gifted her last year, which she claims is too fancy, but keeps replacing.
You can practically smell her stepping out of the shower now. You can see it, too; steam wafting in from the bathroom, Sevika stepping out in nothing but a towel wrapped loosely around her waist, droplets of water beading on bronze skin, her fingers combing strands of dark, wet hair out of her face—
You press your thighs together.
The pressure isn't enough.
So, all of a sudden, you're snatching her pillow out from under your head, rolling onto your side, trapping it in between your legs, and riding it like you did her thigh last weekend.
The postman had interrupted that. If he interrupts this, too, he's a dead man.
You wrap your arms around the pillow, one hand pushing the cushion against your core and the other holding your phone up to your face as you desperately chase your release. It's pathetic, really; the way your hips feverishly buck, the way your brows furrow and your teeth clamp down on your bottom lip, the way her name tumbles from your mouth in a pleading whisper.
You might be embarrassed by just how pathetic it is if you could think at all.
But you're so lost in it. Too lost to pay attention to the bodies on your screen. Too lost to listen to the mewls and moans playing through your earbuds.
Too lost to hear her rushing down the hallway.
She bursts into the room, and you yelp, shooting up and ripping your earbuds out of your ears.
"Sorry, doll; I left my damn wallet, because of course—"
Her eyes hadn't caught you in their initial sweep of the room.
They're glued to you now.
You, chest heaving, eyes wide, legs squeezed shut.
Her pillow between them.
"Shit. You weren't kidding about having a hand halfway down your pants, huh?"
"I'm sorry," you begin to jabber, "I didn't— I thought you were gone and I didn't hear you come back in and I was just— this morning we were— and then I just couldn't—"
The shit-eating grin on her face softens as she approaches, her voice softening just the same.
"Baby," she coos, mattress dipping where she sits on its edge, "why are you sorry?"
You blink rapidly, scrambling to find your words through thoughts racing as fast as your heart.
"I just… I-I don't know," you stammer, mortified. "This is…"
You look over at the now-paused video on your phone, down at the pillow in between your legs, and back up at her.
"This is really embarrassing," you finally exhale.
"Is it?"
You punch out a single laugh, incredulous.
"Is it? Yes, it is! You just walked in on me riding your pillow! That's— ugh!"
You bury your hands in your face, cheeks burning.
She leans in to press a kiss to your head. Then, one to your temple.
Then, one to the soft skin just below your ear.
She lets her lips brush its shell as she husks,
"You don't think I find it super fuckin' hot that you got this riled up over a kiss?"
Your head pops up because that statement is, frankly, offensive.
"It was not just a kiss, Sevika. Your hand was about two inches from my—"
"You're right," she smirks. "I didn't even have to touch you, and here you are, writhing against my pillow like you're in heat."
That statement is infinitely more offensive.
And, unfortunately, it also goes directly to your clit.
You scoff. Roll your eyes. Grumble, "You're so mean."
But your thighs press together even harder.
And Sevika notices, because of course she does. She knows exactly what she does to you.
And she's just decided it's high time she does something about it.
"Gimme a second," she mumbles, reaching into her back pocket for her phone.
You watch, confused, as her thumbs dart across the screen.
"What are you doing?"
"What's it look like I'm doing?" She replies, placing her phone on the nightstand before reaching down for the laces of her boots. "I'm calling in sick so I can stay home to fuck you."
Right.
Naturally.
"… Is that alright?" She inquires, observing your slack-jawed expression with an air of confusion, like you're the one who's lost their mind.
"I… you…"
And finally, you burst into laughter.
"You called in sick to take my virginity?"
"There you go," she smirks. "Now you're getting it."
"Sevika," you guffaw. "This is… You did not need to do that."
"I know I didn't need to," she replies.
But the dress shirt that's already been yanked off and thrown into the pile of laundry across the room signals that she damn sure wants to.
"I'm serious, Sev."
She looks up from peeling her socks off to find that you're starting to curl into yourself— that you're wringing your hands, that your eyes are landing anywhere but on her.
That you're nervous.
"Hey. Look at me."
She plants a hand on your thigh, squeezing twice.
A shaky breath escapes you as you meet her gaze, your cheeks prickling with heat.
"You call the shots here," she asserts. "If all you wanna do is lay in bed and watch some rich housewives bitch at each other, we can do that instead."
"You called outta work for me, baby," you chortle. "I'm not gonna make you watch shitty TV with me all day."
She rears back, feigning deep offense.
"I beg your pardon. The Real Housewives is the pinnacle of modern television, and I, for one, happen to enjoy watching rich housewives bitch at each other."
You laugh because Sevika's not kidding. She's very invested in the current fallout of Patricia's latest fundraiser flop.
"I was already halfway to calling out as soon as I realized I'd left my wallet here," she admits. "Seein' you curled up in bed all hot and bothered definitely sealed the deal, I'll admit, but that doesn't mean that anything has to happen. You don't owe me a thing."
"No, no," you shake your head, "I want to. I want to have sex. I just…"
You sigh, and she smiles, warm and patient and encouraging.
"I'm just nervous, I guess," you say with a bashful chuckle.
"Makes sense," she nods.
"And it feels silly," you continue, "because it's not like we haven't done anything."
"'S not stupid."
"But what if I'm not good at it? Or… or I can't finish, or I make weird noises, or—"
"Y/n."
Sevika's voice is stern as she interrupts, but the moment your eyes meet hers, a grin tugs at her lips.
"Number one: There's no such thing as being 'good at sex.' 'Good' is subjective. Everyone likes something different. Your only job is to tell me what you like and what you don't. Understand?"
"Yeah…"
"Good. Number two: Please refer back to point number one, which states that your only job is to tell me what you like and what you don't. Your job isn't to come. Sex doesn't have to be about coming at all. We'll do what feels good for as long as we want, and if we get an orgasm or two out of it? Great. If not? No sweat. The goal is just to have a little bit of fun. Okay?"
A smile of your own tentatively stretches across your face as you nod.
"Okay. Number three:"
She pauses for a moment, like she knows you'll get a kick out of what comes next.
And she's right. When she suddenly declares that,
"The weirder the noises, the better."
You can't help but snort.
"I'm serious. None of that fake pornstar moaning bullshit. I would genuinely rather you sound like a dying animal than be in my bed faking moans."
A look of betrayal flashes across her face at the mere thought, and you can't help but throw your arms around her neck as you laugh.
Her arms snake around your waist, her hold firm, her low chuckle soothing as it rumbles through you.
"Hey," she murmurs, pulling you back to look at her. "We still don't have to do anything."
"I know," you nod.
And before you can help it, you're leaning in.
Your body buzzes as your lips press against her own. Her mouth is soft and sweet. The kiss is, too.
Until she pulls away just enough for you to share breath for a moment. Until her bottom lip brushes against your own, until she catches it between her teeth, until her tongue is in your mouth and your hands are in her hair and you're only pulling away again because your lungs are empty.
That's when she gives you the look. The one she gave you as she guided your rolling hips against hard muscle before the postman knocked. The one she gave you this morning before you both remembered that her 9-5 exists, and it was already 8:45.
The one that always makes you think,
I need her to fuck me.
But this time, that sentiment escapes you— barely— an "I'm ready," that's just above a whisper and sounds more like a plea than anything.
Still— this time, it isn't just a desperate thought. This time, it's real. You're ushered to lean back onto the pillows propped up against the headboard, and your heart pounds, because this is actually happening.
"Comfortable?" Sevika asks, standing to undo her belt and take off her slacks.
"Yeah," you exhale, breath quaking.
"Nervous?" She knowingly smiles, climbing back onto the bed, now donning nothing more than a pair of boxer briefs, a racerback bra, and a pair of socks.
"Mhm," you smile back, eyes tracking her as she lies down next to you and props herself up on an elbow.
Her free hand reaches up to cradle your face, the metal especially cool against the warmth of your skin.
"That's okay," she assures you, her thumb stroking the apple of your cheek. "Nerves are fine. You just let me know if they start feelin' bad and you wanna stop, yeah?"
"Okay."
"Okay," she echoes with a grin. "You good if we pick up where we left off now? 'Cause I really like having your tongue in my mouth."
You weave your fingers through the silky strands at the nape of her neck and pull her toward you, your lips crashing together.
Your teeth clack as you smile against each other's mouths, and though you're hundreds of kisses removed from the first one you shared with Sevika, it feels like you're right back on the couch in her living room, where you learned how to do this in the first place.
Your legs tangle as she swings one of hers over one of yours, but suddenly, you're lurching away.
"Dude," you scold. "Socks in bed? Take those off, you freak."
For a long moment, Sevika stills, thrown by the sudden condemnation.
"Seriously?" She narrows her eyes. "You're on my ass about socks in bed right now?"
"Seriously. Take 'em off if you want a piece. Non-negotiable."
She laughs in disbelief.
She takes them off anyway.
Because, yes, she absolutely does want a piece.
"Alright," she chuckles, flinging the last sock onto the pile. "Your first non-negotiable. I appreciate your communication."
You hum in acknowledgement as she leans back in to kiss you, and with her socks officially off and the sensory nightmare safely dodged, her legs are quickly tangled with yours once more.
Like muscle memory, her thigh ends up pressed against your clit, and you suck in a breath of air.
"This okay?" She immediately asks.
"Yeah," you reply in between kisses. "It's perfect."
A single rut against her thigh elicits a sigh of contentment; of relief.
This is already better than her pillow by a long shot.
"Can we keep doing this for a little bit?" You ask, your hips now rocking steadily back and forth. "I really like it… Makes me really wet."
The groan Sevika lets out makes you even wetter.
"Fuck— course we can, baby. You can have whatever you want. You just tell me, and I'll make it happen."
You nod as her lips follow the path of your jaw down to the column of your neck. She's breathing heavy against your skin, pressing open-mouthed kisses anywhere and everywhere she can.
She bites.
"Marks okay?"
"Mhm."
She sucks.
And by the time she comes back up to look at you with swollen lips and pupils blown wide, you're littered with blooming bruises.
"Janna," you chuckle breathlessly. "You tryin' to eat me?"
"Can I?"
Your eyes snap to each other's.
The insinuation isn't lost on you. You know what she's really asking for— and she looks surprised, like she hadn't meant to ask at all.
So you pause.
"Are you asking to eat me out?"
Sevika lets out an airy chuckle, and you swear you see the tips of her ears go red.
"Only if that's something you're comfortable with. Up to you."
You give her a grin.
Hook your thumbs around the waistband of your underwear and pull them down your legs.
And as you toss them to the floor, you nod,
"You can eat me out. I want you to eat me out."
She perks up like a puppy who just heard "treat."
"You sure?" She breathes, still as a statue until you give her another nod.
But the moment you do?
"Oh, fuck," she sighs, scooting down to begin pressing a line of kisses down your stomach.
"Oh, fuck, oh fuck," she chants.
You grin, running your fingers through her hair. "Someone's excited."
"No, you don't understand," she shakes her head, hovering just over your mons. "This is, like, my favorite shit ever."
You can't help but giggle, but a gasp intercepts as she gets close enough for you to feel her breath on your cunt.
Her head snaps up, her eyes locking onto you.
"You okay?"
"Yeah," you shakily reply. "I'm okay. It's just… new. I feel exposed," you chuckle.
"Yeah," she snorts. "That's why some folks don't like this. Having someone's face right in your vagina is, uh…"
She doesn't finish her sentence before you burst into a fit of laughter, and she's quick to follow in her own.
"It's a lot," she concludes. "You still want to try it?"
"Oh, yeah," you nod quickly. "I do. I'll let you know if I wanna stop."
She grins, proud.
"Sounds good, sweetness."
She wraps her arms around your legs, and your hands find purchase in the sheets, the clench of your fists grounding as your body begins to buzz with anticipation.
"Some people like for their partners to start at their thighs. Other people like for their partners to dive right in," she explains. "You got a preference?"
You think for a moment, eyes squinting.
"Start at my thighs," you decide.
So Sevika nods and places a kiss on your inner thigh, and you yelp.
"Nope. Nevermind. That tickles so fucking bad."
Her head drops as she laughs, her hands massaging the plush of your thighs instead.
"Dive right in, then?" She asks, looking back up at you with an amused smile.
"Yeah," you smile back. "Go for it."
Her flesh hand squeezes your thigh one last time before it lets go.
"Can I use my fingers to spread you open?"
She watches your pussy clench in response.
"Is that a yes?" she smirks.
You hide your face with your arms.
"I hate you," you mutter, but she can see your smile peeking out.
"Yes or no, baby doll?"
You uncover your face, and the adoring smile she wears almost makes you feel more exposed than having her so close to the heat between your thighs.
"Yes," you whisper, breath stolen. "Go ahead."
She nods, allotting you one more moment to change your mind if that's what you want to do.
But your anticipatory gaze doesn't relent, so her eyes drop down to your cunt, and,
"Damn. You do get real fuckin' wet riding my thigh."
Before you can scold her for teasing, she places her middle and ring fingers at your opening, and slowly glides them upward, spreading you apart in the process.
You jolt at the sensation. Her middle finger brushes over your clit, and you jolt again— this time, with a hiss.
"How's that feel?" She purrs, eyes still trained on your lower lips.
You let out a deep sigh, and with it, your body relaxes.
Sevika smiles to herself.
"Good," you nod. "Really good. Way different than touching myself."
"Yeah," she agrees, looking up at you, "it is really different."
She looks back down and draws a slow circle across your clit with the pads of her fingers, and a low whine escapes you.
"When you touch yourself," she asks, "do you like the feeling of your fingers on your clit, or around it?"
"Around it," you quickly confirm. "It's too much when I'm right on it."
"Heard," she nods. "I'll keep that in mind."
She leans down to press a kiss to your mons, her nose tracing an imaginary line down to your cunt.
Her mouth is hovering just over your clit when she pauses to ask if you're ready.
And as soon as you say yes, her tongue is on you, flat and soft as it follows the trail her fingers had left; up through the slick gathering at your entrance, and around your clit once.
"O-oh," you shiver, one hand darting to grab at her hair. "That's…"
Good. So fucking good.
Your cunt tingles with every sensation; the warmth of her breath, the heat of her tongue. It's like nothing you've ever felt, and the loss of contact leaves you throbbing for more already.
"That okay?" She asks.
"Okay" is the understatement of the fucking century. In fact, that's what you might have said if one swipe of her tongue hadn't already left you reeling.
But right now, all you can reply with is,
"Please keep going."
And Sevika is more than happy to oblige.
She mimics her previous motion, sliding her tongue through your folds and around your clit before dragging it back down again. She does this two, three, four more times, before her tongue begins lapping around your clit in slow, sloppy circles.
You groan, hips already bucking into her mouth, grip tightening in her hair.
"Oh, yeah," you nod. "That's good shit."
She can't help but chortle into you, and you join her, eyes fluttering shut and head falling back against the pillows.
"Fuck, you're good at this," you breathe.
She places a kiss on your clit before pulling away to respond.
"Only 'cause you're good at telling me what you like."
"You're so humble," you lazily grin, releasing your grip on her hair to stroke her cheek with your thumb. "What about you, though? Do you like this?"
"Do I like this?" She repeats, not even bothering to conceal how ridiculous she finds that question.
"Yeah," you shrug. "I just wanna make sure you're enjoying yourself, too."
"Oh, baby," she replies, her voice low. "I'm exactly where I wanna be."
And with that, her mouth is on you again, her tongue returning to its path of circles around your swollen clit.
She hums in contentment against it, and you twitch. She wraps her lips around it and gently sucks, and your breath stutters. She swipes her tongue up and down against it, and—
"Ooh—"
A sound of disapproval escapes you as your hips jerk away.
"Too much," you explain.
"Too direct?" She asks, looking up at you.
"Yeah. Too direct."
"Sorry, doll." She presses a kiss to your thigh. "Thanks for tellin' me. You wanna keep going?"
"Oh, yeah," you sigh, your head falling back against the pillows, and your thighs falling further apart. "I do."
She goes back in with a flatter tongue, lapping at the arousal between your lips and tracing the hood of your clit, but making a point not to slide her tongue directly over it again.
And it feels so, so good.
She wrings pleasure from the swollen bud with every swirl. Every nerve lights up with each stroke. And soon enough, your breath picks up, your body starts to twitch, and you go taut.
"Oh, fuck," you sigh, covering her hands with your own.
She slides her hands around to the backs of your thighs before pushing them toward your chest— just enough to spread you open even more as she gets lost in how you taste.
"Oh, god," you whine, abs tightening as the knot in your belly tightens, too.
"Mhm," she nods against you.
She snakes her arms around your waist and pulls you close against her face, hunched over as she eats you like a woman starved— completely lost in how you feel, how you taste, how you sound.
And when you open your eyes and see her brows knit together in pleasure, her plush lips around your clit, her tongue darting out to circle it—
"I think I'm gonna come."
The words tumble out, high-pitched and airy.
"Fuck— fuck, Sev, I'm gonna— wait—"
She snaps out of her trance in an instant.
"You okay?" She pants, unraveling her arms from around you. She sits back on her haunches, giving you plenty of space, hands resting patiently on your upper thighs as you catch your breath.
"Yeah," you beam, reaching out to stroke her forearm. "God, I'm… I'm perfect. That was perfect. I just…"
Her eyes are wide and concerned as she waits for the rest of your sentence.
"No— it's not bad, babe," you chuckle, "I just, um… I think I want your fingers in me first. If that's okay."
Her eyes go even wider.
"Yeah?" She exhales. "You ready for that?"
"I think so, yeah. I, uh… I'm pretty fuckin' certain I'm wet enough for it, so…"
"Oh, yeah," she grins, looking down at the mess she made. "I can attest."
"Are you good with that?" You ask again. "Moving onto that, I mean?"
"Absolutely," she nods, decisive. "Whatever you want, sweetheart."
You nod back, pulling her toward you by the forearm you're still grasping.
"Yeah," you confirm. "I want you inside me, please."
She trills her lips, shaking her head as she settles in between your open legs and props herself up with her mech arm.
"You're so fucking good," she mutters, almost in awe. "You know that?"
She leans down to press a kiss to your lips, and you moan at the taste of yourself all over her mouth.
"Do you know how fuckin' good you've been for me?"
Another kiss.
"Can I touch you, baby?" She murmurs against your lips. "Will you show me how to fuck you so I can keep making you feel good?"
Your breath shudders as you nod fervently.
"Yes," you pant. "Yes, please. Please touch me. I'll show you how. I'll show you, baby, I—"
You inhale sharply as she palms your cunt.
Your legs snap closed around her waist, and she leans down, breath tickling your ear as she whispers to you.
"Easy, love," she coos. "Spread your legs for me, please?"
You nod, your legs falling back open as you reach up to wrap your arms around her neck.
"There we go..."
She parts you with her middle and ring fingers, dragging them up through ample arousal before catching your clit.
"Do you finger yourself much?" She asks, fingers moving up and down in soft, slow strokes on either side of the button between them.
"Mm-mm," you shake your head with a whine, chasing her movements with your hips. "I usually—"
You moan shakily as she moves from up-and-down strokes to tight circles.
"I usually focus on my clit," you pant. "Doesn't really feel like much when I— hm— when I go inside."
"Okay," she notes. "Is it ever uncomfortable?"
Her fingers still, and suddenly, you're able to focus.
"Sometimes, yeah," you nod, meeting her eyes. "I'm still pretty… I don't know… tight, I guess? And it's not like I really bother with much foreplay when I'm trying to get the job done myself."
"I hear you," she grins. "You're plenty wet already, which helps— obviously— but if we need lube, I've got it, and I have no qualms with using a shit-ton of it."
"Okay," you chuckle, your stomach flutttering.
"I'll start real slow. I'm talkin', annoyingly slow. You'll probably get impatient and start rushin' me, and I won't let you, and then you'll get aggravated with me for a few minutes 'cause you're spoiled and it's my fault, but you'll thank me later, okay?"
You laugh harder.
"Yeah, yeah. Okay. I get it."
"Yeah?"
"Yes, Sevika," you smile, wiggling your hips.
"See?" She raises her brows. "There you go already. I'm not even inside you yet."
You raise your brows, too.
"You wanna fix that?"
She sucks her teeth in reproval, a begrudging smile breaking out on her face.
"Sure," she speaks lowly, leaning down to plant a kiss on your lips. "I can fix that."
Her middle finger slides down to rest at your entrance, circling once.
"Real slow, okay?" She repeats, suddenly very focused; and now, you're suddenly very nervous.
"Okay."
The word comes out so shaky that she pauses, looking up at you with furrowed brows.
"You okay, my baby?"
"I'm okay," you stiffly nod. "It's just, like… I don't know… It's happening."
Her expression softens.
"I know it's not a big deal," you chortle, getting shifty. "No bigger a deal than having your mouth on me for the first time. Like, I don't even think I'm really a virgin anymore after that— but what even is virginity when only vulvas are involved, and—"
"Y/n?"
"Yep?"
"You're spiraling."
"I know."
And thank Janna, you both break out into laughter and the tension starts to melt.
"You're right," she begins. "It's not a big deal. But it is new. And, to be fair, it's kinda hard to unlearn all the weird emphasis people put on someone else being inside you for the first time, so, yeah. I bet this specific moment does feel really big."
You nod, sharply exhaling.
"But hey," she says, dipping down to catch your eye. "We're just trying somethin' new. That's all this is. You and me, trying somethin' new. Exploring each other's bodies—"
"No." You shake your head and curl your lip in disgust. "You're being weird. Don't be weird."
"There we go," she croons, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Now you're back."
You roll your eyes with a reluctant smile before reaching up to press a kiss to her cheek in return.
"You ready for me?" she smiles.
"Yeah… ready."
You take a deep breath in through your nose and sigh.
"Good breath, baby," she remarks.
And then, the tip of her finger breaches your entrance.
You tense on instinct.
Her voice is soft as she speaks again.
"Gimme another one?" She asks.
And as soon as you exhale, you earn another few centimeters of her finger.
Sevika wasn't exaggerating. The pace she sets is torturous. By the time you're squirming, she's only a knuckle deep.
"Patience," she coos.
You huff in response. "I didn't even say anything."
"You were about to. I could feel it in my bones."
"You're so annoying."
"Let me finish working you open and get to fucking you, and then we'll see how you feel."
You pulse around the length she's given you so far.
"Yeah?" She lowly teases. "That sound like a plan?"
It isn't fair. Before you can offer a retort, she pushes in deeper, and you choke on a moan instead.
She dips down to nip at your earlobe, and when she speaks again, her voice sounds even lower this close to your ear.
"That's right, baby. Just take me. Just like this."
She sinks in to the second knuckle, and your jaw goes slack, your brows knitting together in equal parts focus and pleasure.
The stretch is a dull ache, but it isn't painful. Not at all. It's the satisfaction of working out a tight muscle after a run, or kneading a knot in your shoulder. It's deep, and resonant, and delicious.
"How you feelin', sweet thing?" She asks.
You swallow, wetting your lips as you nod.
"Really good," you whisper. "This feels really good."
"Different, huh?"
"Oh, yeah," you chuckle airily. "Super different. When I do it myself, it's like… like I can only feel what my fingers are feeling, you know? But this is… All I can focus on is… All I can feel is you."
Your walls flutter around her, and you moan, feeling dizzy. You reach down to grab her wrist, and you pull her hand forward, her finger sinking deeper. The further intrusion— the muted sting it produces— pulls a hiss from in between your teeth, but just as quickly, your head falls back against the pillow as you melt into the sensation, craving more of it, chasing after it.
Your hips rut up against her hand of their own volition, and before you can help it, you've settled into a steady rhythm, breath growing labored as you fuck yourself on her finger.
You reach down with your other hand, anchoring it to her forearm, pulling her even closer— deeper— until suddenly, you freeze, gasping at the feeling of her palm flush against you.
With wide eyes, you look down to find that every inch of her finger has disappeared.
And when you look up at her, she's already staring back with raised brows and a knowing grin.
"That's everything. You're takin' it all."
"Are you serious?" You pant.
"Last time I checked," she teases, looking down at where you swallow her. "You okay?"
"Y-yeah," you blurt, surprised. "I… yeah. That didn't hurt bad. Like, at all."
"It's not supposed to," she shrugs. "Not if you take your time. Not if you're patient. And you," she purrs, leaning down to kiss you before continuing, "were very, very patient."
You giggle, wrapping your arms around her shoulders and kissing her back.
Your tongues meet in a lazy dance, swirling around each other.
You break away and bring your thumb to her bottom lip, tracing its curve.
"Well," you reply, "you were making it very, very hard."
The lines at the corners of her eyes deepen as she grins.
"You still did good…"
She leans down to trace the bridge of your nose with the tip of her own.
"Do one more thing for me?"
"Hm," you lazily hum.
And then Sevika asks you to touch yourself.
"Can you do that for me, sweetheart? Reach down and show me what you do when I'm not here?"
You laugh, airy and shocked. "You're dirty."
You reach down, anyway.
"I'm curious," she smirks.
So you sate her supposed curiosity, your fingers moving over your clit as her finger remains still inside you.
"Good job, baby," she praises. "You still feelin' good?"
"Oh, yeah," you sigh.
"You want me to start moving?"
"Oh, yeah."
And finally, she eases her finger out to her second knuckle, making your breath hitch.
But when she plunges it back into you, curling it up toward your belly and flexing to massage the velvet under her fingers, you lose your breath completely.
"Oh, fuck," you keen, choking on your own words. "That's—"
Her next thrust punches a moan out of you, a sharp inhale following in its wake.
"That's so good, baby," you nod, wrapping your legs around her waist. "That feels so fucking good."
"Yeah?" she breathily encourages. "You like it?"
"I love it," you gasp.
"Oh, you love it?" She chuckles darkly. "You take it so good, too, baby— fuck, you feel so good."
Touching yourself is one thing. Having her inside of you is another. But both, at the same time?
It's intoxicating. Overwhelming. Addictive.
Every time you run your fingers over your aching clit, your walls convulse around her. Her finger works you open, pushing through resistance with a delicious pressure and slipping back out again.
The noise coming from in between your thighs is lewd— wet— mingling with the sound of labored breaths layering over one another.
And soon, your whiny moans join the chorus.
"Faster?" You plead; and she quickly obliges, losing herself in the warmth of your cunt.
"Like this?" She rasps, burying her finger to the hilt before pounding into you with short, deep strokes.
You let out a cry, your entire body beginning to tense as your fingers fly over your slippery clit.
For a moment, you can't manage words when every thrust is forcing a guttural moan from deep in your belly, but then, Sevika warns,
"You gotta talk to me, or I'm gonna stop."
You nearly sob at the thought.
"No! No, please— I'm so fucking close, Sev, please don't stop…"
"I've got you, babydoll," she coos, leaning down to pepper kisses across your face. "I've got you. I'm not stopping."
The hand that remains around her shoulder holds on for dear life, your nails digging into the firm muscle— and at that, Sevika lets out a moan of her own.
"God, you're so fucking good," she grits. "So fucking perfect."
Your muscles are wound impossibly tight. Your chest heaves with desperate breath. The cord in your belly is about to snap.
Sevika can feel it, too— can feel the way you're starting to clamp down around her finger.
By the time she says something, you're clamped down on her finger so tightly she can hardly move it.
"This still workin' for you, baby?"
And at that moment, you come harder than you ever have in your fucking life.
Your legs shake. Your cunt flutters incessantly. Deep pleasure rolls through your body in shockwaves.
And with one final jerk, you push her hand away before going limp against the pillows.
Everything goes fuzzy around you, your reality diminished to the sound of your pulse thrumming in your ears and the distant feeling of Sevika's hands kneading your hips.
You're not sure if the world went black because you were squeezing your eyes shut, or because you came so hard you couldn't fucking see, but regardless, when your vision returns, the first thing you see is her.
Awestruck. Smitten. Proud.
"Okay," she exhales. "I'll take that as a yes."
The two of you share a moment of stunned silence.
And then, you're both giggling, breathless and giddy as you wrap your arms around each other, and all you can think is,
Thank God she left her wallet.
"Fuck," you sigh. "Yeah. That was definitely preferable to pathetically riding your pillow."
"I don't know," she mumbles, rolling onto her back. "I think the pillow riding would've been pretty hot, too. Kinda sad you screamed and threw your phone across the room before I got to see it in action, you know?"
"Not fuckin' funny, dude."
You scrub your hands down your face before burying yourself in her chest.
"What were you watching, anyway?" She ponders under her breath, reaching for the phone that had since fallen to the floor beside the bed.
"Hey!" You frantically scold. "Don't look at my phone!"
But she's already falling halfway off the bed to do exactly that— and just before you succumb to mortification for the second time this morning, Sevika chimes:
chat i wanna get a part 3 of that ghostface sevika fic out before another full year has passed again LMAOOO any ideas on how y’all want things to play out? more drama!?? i want to make sure i keep her in the crazy ghostface side and refrain from writing too much fluff like i often do
cocky!Toph who puts you in a headlock (wc:0.8k, 18+, NSWF, slight overstimulation, fingering r!receiving, light chocking, this is pure smut, not a lick of plot, also obviously adult Toph I'm not insane)
Your face is pressed into the pillows of your bed, gasps and whines leaking out with no way of being stopped. The fabric would be enough to muffle your sounds for any other person, but Toph can practically feel them roll through her own body, heightened senses only more so amplified by your presence. Still, it’s not enough.
She needs to feel your throat move, needs to hear you cry out as clearly as possible. She needs to have you close, the current position with the whole of her body pressed to your back, breasts flattened against the curve of your spine while she pounds her strong fingers in and out of your leaking hole is not nearly enough.
She can feel your heightened pulse and rapid heartbeat course through her veins, feeling every reaction and clench around her fingers before you can even realise the effect her movements have on you.
You moan out her name when she curls her fingers in just the right way, hitting that soft spongy spot inside you that has your brain leaking out of your ears, hands tightening their grip on the sheet frantically.
She smirks behind you “That’s right, baby. Show me how good I’m taking care of you. You like this, don’t you?”
Her cocky tone only makes the heat deep inside you worse, causing flames to lick up your whole body.
When you don’t respond, too focused on the sensation of her skilled fingers moving to add delicious pressure to your clit, she scoffs and moves her hand, previously tasked with roaming over whatever skin she can reach, committing every bump and dip, every goosebump to memory, up to your head.
Toph taps the side of your face and moves her fingers back inside you while you gasp, muttering “up” to get you to lift your head and let all your pretty noises float into the room, but all her commanding tone manages to accomplish is eliciting another sharp moan, hidden away but still noticed by her.
In a quick, strong movement she slides her arm under your throat and pulls you to press against her, effectively putting you into a headlock. Her strong biceps flexes around your throat, letting her feel every held breath and flutter of your pulse directly on her skin.
The feeling of her body fully engrossing yours, face in the crook of your neck, chest pressed to your back, fingers curled deep inside you and biceps firmly around your throat, consumes you fully. You rut back into her, hungry to amplify your pleasure impossibly while your pussy clenches helplessly around her long fingers, still creating a steady rhythm.
She lets out a low chuckle, hot breath hitting your ear “I mean… I know that I am strong, but I didn’t know that you’re that desperate for me”
She flexes her bicep experimentally, immediately sensing the way your body seems to reach such heightened levels of pleasure that you can’t even register the way tears start to gather in your eyes as you cry out, keening breathlessly. “You like this, don't you, baby?”
You really can’t do anything but moan out again, letting your teeth sink into her biceps as the coil in your core tightens, ready to snap at any moment, at her deprecating tone.
Toph flexes again as a response, letting out her own moan from the way your teeth clamp down helplessly, seeking relief anywhere you can get. The pain is delicious and she rewards you by curling up her fingers in the way she knows will finally send you over the edge.
You let a sharp whine, muffled by her muscles, clenching and spasming as her fingers slow down, carrying you through the wave of pleasure flowing through you. Your whole body tenses as the world seems to sharpen to the point of your satisfaction, cursing through all of you. Nothing exists but the flames of pleasure licking up your nerves, before dying down as you finally manage to catch your breath.
You slowly unclench your jaw and blink away the tears inside your eyes as her arm loosens around your neck, the reminder of your current position almost getting another pitiful moan out of you.
Toph’s fingers still inside you while you heave in her arms, muscles useless and brain still unable to think anything but her name. “Fuck, Toph.”
She sweetly kisses the side of your head while humming gently. “You did so good, baby. So desperate for my muscles, huh?”
You hum blissfully, not in any state of mind to disagree with her words at the moment. Bliss washes over you, muscles relaxing and breathing finally evening out when she suddenly starts to move again, “Toph!” You cry out in surprise when the bliss fades into a different type of pleasure, mixed with the sharp pain of overstimulation after going through your third orgasm of the night. Only the first on her fingers, though.
“What? You didn’t think we were done, right? We’re not even close to my record, yet.”
I literally moved everything in my Queue back cuz this takes priority
Pairing: Adult Toph Beifong x Waterbender!Healer!Girlfriend!Reader
Warnings: 18+ nsfw, healer reader, brief medical procedure in the beginning, flirting, possessive toph, Angst, fingering, scissoring, mouth fucking, squirting, daddy kink, Top Toph, bottom reader, praisekink, use of pet names, no y/n, miscommunication, argument, relationship problems, toph is bad at feelings, porn with plot. After care, smoking, reader is bffs with katara.
WC: 6k+
Summary: You've been dating toph for over a year now and things are great, until you let the L word slip during sex and now shes acting all weird. If that weren't bad enough, she disappears for a week to help aang and sokka, leaving you to wonder what you did wrong.
AN/ the summary is ass, i gave up on it tbh. Trust that the story is way better. If i forgot any tags just tell me. I know tumblr runs a strict program when it comes to tagging fics and i do not want any smoke. This might be the flithiest smut ive written. Depending on how well it does, I might make a part two. This is my first fic for this fandom. I hope I do toph justice.
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The medical clinic smelled like a combination of disinfectant, lavender and sea water. You were currently in the intake wing of the building, pen and paper in your hand, as you assessed the child patient that was brought in by their parents moments ago.
He couldn't be more than seven years old, slumped over his mother's shoulder, pale and lethargic. You quickly wrote down everything his mother was telling you, nodding along as she shared her concerns about his eating habits.
This was a normal day in the hospital, assessing patients for intake and healing as much as you can in hopes of relieving some of their discomfort. If their condition was more severe, it was protocol to send them back to see Katara. Who was currently knee deep in the healing pool with three critical patients.
Once you had gotten all the information you could get without scanning him, you tucked the paper in your pocket and held out your hands so the mother could place the boy in your arms. He was underweight, too light for his age and you worried this could be more than a simple cold.
Once in the back you laid him down on the matt. You bended the water from the basin by the bed and started scanning his body for abnormalities. You found the cause of his ailment within minutes, the fluid in his chest was thick from the infection. You were careful, hands moving in practiced motion, stance grounded, controlled.
Slowly, bit by bit you pulled it out of him through his mouth. He coughed, and cried, while your assistant rubbed his back and promised him it would all be over soon. It took a little over two hours to get it all done. And by then, your shift was coming to a close and you were able to happily send him off as your last patient with a clean bill of health.
You found katara where you left her that same morning, sitting at the edge of the pool, shoulders pulled together, eyes determined.
She didn't even turn when the door of the intensive care unit opened, or flinch when your hand rested on her shoulder.
"Hey," you greeted softly, bending down so you were eye level. "You've done all you can do today. They've got it from here."
Katara finally looked up at you, and the toll this was taking on her was visible. The exhaustion in her features was undeniable. Her eyes were bloodshot, her movements slower, less coordinated. You knew if you didn't get her home soon she would spend another sleepless night here.
"Come on let me get you out of here."
Katara parted her lips like she was about to protest. You held up your hand, giving her a stern look. "Dont make me call Aang."
That seemed to get her attention, her face flushed and she shook her head allowing you to help her up finally.
"You can't call him," She says, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. "you know they are on a mission right now."
She was right, you knew Aang, Sokka, and Toph had left a week ago to visit the earth kingdom.
There had been rumors about some uprising brewing within the lower rings. Toph had complained to you the night before while you packed her things.
Aang wanted Toph with him as a representative. The Beifong name still carried a lot of weight in the earth kingdom, even if Toph refused to acknowledge her family.
Speaking of which, you felt that familiar ache in your chest in her absence. You've been dating for over a year. Katara was the one that introduced you after becoming fed up with hearing about all your one night stands and failed relationships.
When you first met, Toph was gaurded, and extremely cautious when it came to allowing people into her heart. It took some time, alot of patience and a few talks with your therapist to keep you from spiraling about all the mixed signals she was sending you. Now you could confidently say you were both on the same page, or atleast you hoped you were.
There was always that one intrusive thought that crept into your mind when the world around you grew quiet. Reminding you that when you told her you loved her, she hadnt said it back.
In your defense, You hadn't meant to blurt it out while she was fucking you into the bedpost. It just happened and now you couldn't help but notice how the dynamic of your relationship has shifted since then. She's been pulling away. Traveling more, spending her days and nights at the metal bending school.
You get it, she's Toph Beifong, the greatest Earth bender in the world, an esteemed member of Team Avatar and a Public Figure.
Sometimes though, you just wanted your girlfriend Toph. Who kissed you silly when you started to ramble about the smallest of things. Who plays in your hair whenever you have it down because she loves how long it is. Who despite her muscular build, holds you like you're something precious.
Katara leaned into you while you walked her back to her place. You held a light conversation, talking and laughing about some old stories of sokka. When you reached the temple, You immediately noticed the sky bison out front.
You smirked, bumping her shoulder. "Looks like hubby is waiting for you."
Katara brightened, her face flushing. "They must've gotten back early!"
"Go." You pushed her forward, a knowing look in your eye. "don't do anything I wouldn't do."
"Hush!" She shouted over her shoulder before darting into the house.
You picked up your pace as you walked, if aang was back that meant toph was too. You broke out into a sprint, not caring about the strange looks you were getting. You apologized to the people you bumped into on the crowded sidewalks.
By the time you made it to your little apartment, you were burning with excitement and anticipation. The keys jiggled in your shaking hands as you tried to get them into the door. The key ring slipped between your sweaty palms, Once, twice. On the third attempt, the door flew open on its own, and toph stood there, hair down, biceps flexing, straining against her T-shirt as she crossed her arms over her chest.
You sucked in a breath at the sight of her. All of the worry, tension, from your last encounter bleeding away. You missed her so much.
Toph's lips pursed, she gave you an unimpressed look from the doorway. "I've been gone for a week and now suddenly you can't remember how to open doors on your own."
The laughter that bubbles in your throat was loud, warm. You dropped your bag somewhere on the floor and closed the remaining distance between the two of you. Your arms locked around her neck and you wasted no time kissing her.
The door clicked shut somewhere behind you, locking itself.
Toph kissed with the same passion she put into her bending, like she wanted to carve her name into your bones so you never forget that she is the only one that has ever made you feel like this. The arms around you grew tighter as you deepened the kiss, sucking on her tongue, her hands that were once on your waist were now lower, gripping your ass, before giving it a firm slap.
You were the first to pull away, grabbing her by the hand and leading her to the couch. Once she was seated you straddled her lap, cupping her face in your hands to really get a good look at her. You were admiring her beauty while also checking for injuries.
Physically she appeared unscathed, besides a small scratch on her cheek that was already starting to heal.
"I know what you're doing." She rasps, voice thick in a way that made heat pool between your thighs.
"Yeah," you husked, looking down at her through your lashes. You leaned forward, lips brushing her ear. "And what exactly am I doing baby?"
"You're trying to distract me." Toph replied, fingers flexing around your waist, her grip firm, possessive. "While you analyze me like I'm one of your patients. I may not be able to see you but I can feel everything. You're very predictable and easy to read."
You feigned shock, "That is simply not true, if anything I would call it..." you tapped your chin, deep in thought. "I would call it being deeply in love with my girlfriend and wanting to make sure she's okay."
The word slipped naturally, in the heat of the moment as you felt so drunk on your love for her. You're not sure what you expected her reaction to be when every time you have said it in the past, she hasn't responded the way you hoped. What you weren't expecting though, was for Toph's entire body to go rigid like she was becoming visibly uncomfortable at the mere thought of you loving her.
You couldn't ignore the hurt of her actions anymore. Or the coy-elephant in the room that only seemed to grow bigger the longer you ignored it. You slid off her lap, and stood, walking to the other side of the room and into the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine to hopefully make you forget how humiliated you felt.
She followed after you, just as you expected her too. You were angry and hurt and confused. Had you imagined this last year? Was she unhappy? Was there another woman? The last one made you physically recoil, just the thought of someone else touching toph, loving her, making her laugh, giving her what you couldn't made everything in you burn.
You grabbed the largest wine glass you had, it clanked against the counter, the liquid sloshing in the glass as you poured a healthy amount. You took a long sip, the cool, semi sweet liquid providing a welcomed warmth to quell the ache of your broken heart.
This particular wine you had opened was from the earth kingdom. Toph had taken it from the Earth king's palace the last time her and aang were there for peace talks, claiming he wouldn't notice it was gone. It was such a thoughtful gift at the time. Toph knew how much you loved your wine and counted on it after a long day. So she made sure you never ran out, even though she personally preferred stronger drinks.
The earth benders nose wrinkled at the smell of it, she lifted her chin, voice light. "You shouldn't drink that so fast, wine is meant to be sipped."
It was less of a jab and more of her trying to break the iciness between you with a joke. It didn't land, not the way she meant it too. To make matters worse, you felt that she wasn't even taking you seriously when you were moments away from falling apart.
Your throat burned, and before you knew it the words spilled out of you. "Do you even want to be in a relationship with me or is everything just a joke to you now?"
"What?" Toph's eyes widened in surprise, like she was genuinely shocked you would ask her something like that.
"I said." The words came out slow, as you enunciated each one. "Do you want to be in a relationship with me? It's a yes or no question."
"Can we not do this right now?" Toph carded her fingers through her hair, her voice taut with tightly coiled frustration. "How could you even ask me something like that? You know I'm crazy about you."
Her words did nothing to settle the storm raging inside of you, if anything it added fuel to flames. Of course she would say that. This was probably her thinking you're overreacting and reading too much into things. Which could be partially true. It didn't take away from how heartbroken you were that even after a year she still refused to move an inch when it came to opening up.
You couldn't look at her anymore, you glared at the remnants of wine in the glass you were drinking, watching it freeze as your anger builds up to something molten.
"It's never the right time for you, and frankly, I don't give a crap if you don't want to discuss this now. " you tell her, voice hardening. "If you have any ounce of lov- respect, for me at all you will hear what I have to say."
Toph was breathing heavier now, her composure cracking around the edges. "Baby...."
"Don't baby me." You said, voice tight. "You don't get to call me that after what you did and continue to do."
Toph shifted slightly, her expression unreadable, "What is it that you think I did?"
You swallowed, forcing out a breath, that was a mix between a scoff and a wry, broken laugh. "So you want to further humiliate me by making me say it."
Toph stepped forward, slowly, like she were afraid you might flee. "No, I want you to tell me what you think you saw me do."
You looked away, pulling your lip between your teeth, your stomach twisted. "You flinched when I said it, and somehow seeing it is worse than knowing you will never say it back."
"Is that what you think?" her voice was sharper now, frustration cutting through the careful control she always tried to maintain. "T-That I don't love you? Baby, I am like this because im in love with you and it terrifies me."
It was the first time you have ever heard her utter those words. You felt the weight of them settling in the air, the heaviness, the grief. You had to step outside of yourself for a second, to truly see how wrecked she looked. Toph was shaking, visibly, her jaw was clenched so hard it looked almost painful. There were tears brimming in her eyes that she still refused to let fall. As if by keeping them in their cage she was protecting herself from relinquishing the careful control she could already feel slipping now that it was out there.
This was the reoccuring problem wasn't it? Toph was always in control, always strong, never allowing herself to sit in it, to actually feel. Whenever things got too real she would quickly check herself. Retreating back into her charming, nonchalant self.
Toph never had to share much of herself with another person. Never cared to be anything more than what the surface world saw her as. Until you came into her life after a horrible breakup. And then suddenly, after eight years of isolating herself and sabatoging anyone her friends tried to set her up with, Toph started to slowly come out of her cave. She would ask Katara about you, never directly, just easing it into a causal conversation discreetly.
Toph even went as far as asking sokka and aang for dating advice. Katara had read one too many of those cheesy romance novels to her and toph was skeptical if those techniques would work with you. So she went to the only man in her life that has had more relationships than she can count, sokka. Who surprisingly gave decent advice and helped toph set up a date.
Compartmentalizing was always something she was great at. Toph was used to bottling everything up. Whenever she felt overwhelmed or angry she would go to her metal bending academy, lock herself away in her office and put everything into careful little boxes. When that didn't work for her she'd knock a few boulders over or terrorize her students. It was the only way she knew how to deal with anything.
Your heart was thundering in your chest, and you moved before you lost your nerve. You closed the remaining distance, both hands cupping her face, the pad of your thumbs brushing her cheeks.
"No, baby. I don't know what I thought. Its just, you always flinch whenever I say it and you've been distant lately and-" you knew you were rambling but you couldn't stop now, not when everything is already out in the open. "I thought maybe I did something wrong or you found someone else and didn't want to be with me anymore."
Toph gripped the counter so hard, the stone began to crack. But the words were already out there and you couldn't take them back.
"I told you when we first started dating that this," she made hand gestures to explain what she couldn't put into words. "doesn't come easy for someone like me. If its becoming too much, if im too much just be honest with me and i-" her voice wavered, eyes blurring with tears. Toph's throat had thickened to the point that it became harder to speak. "I'll leave you alone. My past-- the woman before you really messed me up and something broke in me, that I havent been able to get it back, even after all these years. I'm not sure if I can ever be what you want- what you need."
Her words had shattered something in you, guilt crept up your spine. You had done this, pushed and pulled, forced her to make a confession she wasn't ready to give. Now everything was out in the open and it didn't make you feel any better. Because the woman you loved was hurting so deeply from a trauma that was etched into the fabric of her being and you were now realizing that it was too deep for you to reach on your own. The years of solitude had done nothing but hardened her.
"Whenever someone has said it to me in the past, family, partners, it never meant what I thought it did. They never saw me for anything outside of my disability. I was never someone to be desired or wanted. I was a burden, something fragile." she continued on to say. "And, you know how my ex was, what she did, how it made me feel. So now whenever I hear it, I just get into my head."
"Toph..." your voice cracked under the pressure.
She was right, you heard whispers about the ex that used her to get closer to the avatar because she stupidly thought by dating toph and infiltrating their team she would have a chance with him. At the time, toph had believed that woman loved her. How could she not? they were together for two years before she made her move on aang.
At first Toph accused her friends of lying. She refused to believe Ingrid would go through such lengths to get to aang. And when she confronted her about it? The woman still lied, got on her knees, convinced toph they were lying and she only loved her. But it was all a show, toph later found out, when the same woman that begged her for another chance and almost ruined her friendship with her best friends cheated.
It was Katara that told her, her and sokka had done some digging, asked around Republic city to get some information on the woman that had their best friend's heart. Once they gathered physical evidence they followed her, having to see it for themselves. Low and behold this woman had an entire life, a family, that toph didn't know about. It was one of the darkest moments of her life. And so now anytime a partner said they loved her, that familiar skepticism of their intentions arises.
"I'm sorry, " you felt awful, she clearly wasnt ready to speak about any of this. "I shouldn't have pushed. I was hurt and confused and I know you're trying baby I really do."
Toph was still visibly tense, but her fingers slackened against the counter and returned to their rightful place on either side of your waist. Her grip was firm, fingers indenting the skin there like she was afraid you were going to disappear on her.
"I love you, I do and I hate that you ever doubted it." Toph says, her voice thick. "You're not her and I know that, I swear I do. I am so sorry sweetheart, I never intended to hurt you."
Your breath stutters, warmth blooming in your chest. "Say it again."
Toph playfully rolled her eyes. "I love you."
You closed the space and kissed her. It was slow and full and aching. You kissed her deep, needing her to feel it in the parts of her that were already starting to doubt what you had. Toph backed you up into the counter, you smiled into the kiss.
"Say it again." You whispered against her lips.
Another kiss.
"I love you."
Followed by another kiss this time, slower. Toph lingers at the corner of your mouth, her lips brushing the soft curve of your cheek. "I am so in love with you baby."
"Take me to bed." you whimper into her ear, "please baby i want to feel all of you."
She bends down and effortlessly picks you up bridal style and carries you towards the bedroom like you weigh nothing. You pepper kisses all along her jawline, licking a stripe up her neck, tasting her skin and committing it to memory. Her fingers tighten around you, her breath hitches, and you smirk against her skin.
"Having trouble concentrating?" You teased, finding that spot just behind her ear and swirling your tongue in a tantalizing, slow, stroke. Toph's grip falters, her cheeks flushing. "You better not drop me."
"I should, just to test a theory." She says, voice smug.
You tilt your head curiously. "And what exactly is this theory you have?"
"That even if I drop you..." she trails off, pausing for dramatic effect, "you will still open your pretty little legs for me and let me fuck you so hard you wont be able to walk tomorrow without thinking about me."
Your breath hitches in your throat, you squirmed in her arms, already soaked through your underwear. "You sound very confident in your abilities."
"And for some odd reason you love playing dangerous games you know you arent going to win." She pointed out.
You kissed the corner of her mouth. "Is that so? And what exactly are you going to do about it?"
"You'll find out soon enough."
Once in the comfort of your shared bedroom she places you in the middle of the bed and you kneel, unwrapping your own dressing and tossing your clothes to the floor. You helped her with her own clothing, undoing the button of her pants. Her shirt was off, chest bare, and you took a moment to appreciate her beautifully sculpted body.
You started at her pulse point, trailing a finger over each breast followed by a kiss. You took your time, Your lips mapped the skin under her breast and over her heart that you could hear beating rapidly in her chest.
You paid special attention to her abs. Toph responded to your touch, jerking forward the moment your tongue traced each line. The feel of your mouth against her enticed a groan from deep within her throat. You placed an open mouth kiss just below her navel, before licking and sucking each one of her abs.
"I love everything about you, this is just a plus." You whispered against her skin. "You're the sexiest woman I have ever had the pleasure to lay my eyes on Toph Beifong."
You hear her inhale sharply, like the feel of your touch, your lips, the declaration of your love cracked her open. Toph's hand carded through your hair, sweeping it behind you and holding it in place as you worshiped her body.
After painting her abs with your marks. Toph pulled at your hair, tilting your head to expose the base of your neck. Her other hand cradled your cheek, the pad of her thumb tracing over your lips. You gasped at the contact, instinctively parting them for her.
Toph, with careful precision, entered your mouth, her fingers were thick, and had a certain girth to them from all the years of extensive earth bending.
Your moan was muffled as she began to fuck your mouth with her fingers, while holding your head back, controlling each movement as your cheeks hollowed out and your tongue swirled around them.
"You're taking me so well." Toph breathed, voice encouraging, "such a good girl."
She bottomed out to the knuckle then, you gagged, before she slipped her fingers out and with it a long stripe of your saliva dripped down your glistening lips. The look in her eyes was something primal.
You crawled up the bed and laid back, pulling her down on top of you. Toph molded your body's together, the weight of her, the firmness of her build combined with the softness of her skin made more heat pool between your thighs. She was everywhere, and somehow you wanted her closer.
Your hands dragged down the expanse of her back, tracing her spine, grabbing at every inch of her because somehow you still felt there were parts of her that needed to feel how much you wanted her. You raised your head, your lips taking hold of Tophs, your tongue lining her lower lip, begging for entry.
Toph allowed you passage and your tongue claimed control in her mouth, commanding and pleading in equal parts. It was addictive, the wet feel of your tongues together, the sloppiness of the kiss, the softness of her lips, how your bodies molded together. How if it were possible you would want to melt under toph and never return to a solid form.
Toph moaned hoarse and deep in her throat as she shifted slightly, her hand delved between the two of you while you kissed and found your soaking heat. You were drenched, aching for her, tophs fingers slid through your warm folds, her fingertips coated in your slick, feeling the contractions around the nothingness of your cunt, as you arched into her, your erect clit throbbing against her hand.
"This all for me?"
"Yes," you whimpered, your hips bucking into her, her solid hand on your thigh keeping you in place. "its all for you daddy."
"You had so much to say earlier," she smiled, voice a low, purr. "Tell me why I should let you have this."
Your mind blanked, as a single digit trailed a long stripe up your core, stopping just below your clit.
"Baby, please-" your eyes burned with tears just from the pure need.
"Thats not an answer." She tsked, removing her fingers completely.
"You should let me come because I need you." You gasped, thighs pressing together as you tried to chase any friction you could find. "Because I ache for you, because you're the only one that can make me feel this good, the only person my body craves."
Toph shuddered on top of you, "Okay sweet girl, im going to treat you so good, make love to you."
Your broken moan joined toph's guttural one as she without any kind of teasing or hesitation, enters you with her fingers and began to move.
Toph could feel every rough fold of your insides tightening around her, your hot slick already pooling in her hand and dripping down her wrist. The sound of sloshing mingled with your forced gasps.
"Goddess." Your head fell back, she was filling you up, you felt so full of her. "Fuck-Toph!"
Your head was spinning, as pleasure burned from deep within your core with every movement of those thick fingers inside you. Toph pressed the base of her hand against your clit, making slow circular motions that allowed her to increase the pace of her onslaught.
You whimpered, trying to pull her closer, you were already so close. Toph's body pressed against yours, her mouth at your collarbone, her thighs firmly keeping your legs open for her as they began to shake.
"Don't stop," you begged, your head tipping back with a broken gasp. "please baby don't fucking stop."
"I've got you." Toph promised, voice wrecked, her fingers curling inside you, hitting that spot that made your toes curl and your breath come out in short exhales. "I couldn't stop even if I wanted to pretty girl."
It was becoming increasingly hard to even think, speak, when she was so deep inside of you. Making love to you just as she promised she would.
"I love you." Toph husked, breath hot against your cheek. Continuing to fuck you senseless. "I'm in love with you, and I'm never letting you go. You're mine to hold, mine to love, mine to fuck when I want to."
Her tongue was hot and wet, as it mapped your skin. Dragging slowly up the side of your throat, from the hollow where your pulse fluttered to the delicate skin just beneath your ear. Her hips began to move, thrusting forward, meeting the back of her hand, bringing her fingers deeper, harder.
"Say it," Toph growled, breathless, feral. Lost to her pleasure. "say you'll always be mine."
"I'm all yours." You cried out, nodding frantically, your nails biting into her biceps. "This pussy is all yours baby, only you can have me like this."
She hummed, satisfied with your answer. Without warning, her pace quickened. She slipped in another finger easily, the stretch was welcomed, encouraged, as your hips lifted and met hers with a determination that sent your whimpers into broken moans.
"You going to come for me?" She asked, lips on your neck. "You want to make daddy proud?"
"Yes" your voice raised in pitch, as the pressure grew nearly painful. "Yes, I want to make you so proud-- fuck baby im about to come--"
Her fingers curled once again, finding the spot that sent you over the edge every time. Your body locked around her, back arched off the bed, your vision blurred as she continued to fuck you through it. Wave after wave of your powerful orgasm squirted out of you, painting her stomach and thighs, leaking onto the bed sheet underneath. She waited for the last tremors of your orgasm before she gently pulled out.
Toph hovered over you and placed a slow, deep kiss to your lips before getting up and walking towards the bathroom where she knew clean towels were stored. Your arm covered your eyes. You were panting, still shaking from the intensity of it. You could still feel her fingers in you, it was a welcomed ache that made you smile.
Toph returned after a moment with a fresh towel, and a bottle of water she went to grab from the kitchen. She climbed back onto the bed and gently pulled your legs apart as she wiped between your tighs with attentive care. Afterwards she handed you the water bottle to drink.
You took a few sips, ready to return the favor. When her ear twitched, she listened carefully to your movements and counted how many sips you took. her voice was firm, demanding when it filled the room.
"Drink more, you'll need the energy."
You uncapped the bottle and sipped until you knew she would be satisfied. Her hand rested on your thigh the entire time, rubbing absent circles. You offered what was left in the bottle to her, holding it up to her lips as she sipped.
"You did so well for me sweetheart." She said, her voice thick with want. "But I'm not done with you yet."
Toph crawled up your body, kissing your breast, kneading the flesh there before rolling her tongue around your nipple. You hummed, back arching, offering yourself to her.
"I love the way your body responds to me." She purrs, taking your other breast into her mouth and giving it the same attentive care. "So needy."
"Come here." You grasped at her shoulders, pulling her up, desperate to feel her lips on yours again.
You would never tire of kissing her.
Toph's mouth crashed against yours, her hands gripping your jaw, tilting your head back as she kissed deep, and slow, her tongue pressing past your lips.
You could feel the pressure building as your arousal became a persistent hum again. Toph might not be able to physically see how much you needed her, but you made sure she could feel it, and hear it in the way you moaned into her ear.
With one last kiss she pulled away, lifting your leg, shifting her position so she was straddling it. She bent it towards your chest, your years of waterbender training had its perks, your flexibility always shined in moments like this.
Toph grabbed one of the pillows by the head of the bed and tapped your legs so you could lift. You helped her position the pillow right under you to elevate your hips. She then reclaimed her rightful place between your legs, and lowered herself down. Your wet dripping centers meeting in the middle.
Toph held you firmly in place as she rocked against you. Sliding her wet heat against your swollen center as you whimpered underneath her.
"That's it baby." you murmured, looking up at her. Watching every micro expression as she sought out her own pleasure. "just like that."
Toph let out a soft, broken moan, this time with more purpose. She gripped your thigh, using it for leverage as she moved against you, smearing her own wetness all over your soaking cunt in circular motions.
"Use me." You whispered, voice fraying at the edges. "take what you need."
Her hips stuttered as you talked her through it.
"You look so beautiful baby, letting yourself go like this."
That did something to her, you felt it in the way she gasped, in the sudden urgency of her movements, her rhythm changed, she was grinding harder now, faster.
Toph hooked your leg over her shoulder, hands on either side of you, the angle changed as she lifted, and suddenly you could feel all of her.
"Ohhh," you moaned, gripping the sheets. "That's..."
The sounds that were coming from her were harsher now, her breathing quick as she leaned down; connecting your lips. It wasn't a kiss, there wasnt any pressure to it. Just your tongues swiping at each other, the feel of her slipping into your mouth, claiming you in every way as she fastly approached her release.
"You feel so good baby, so wet, your body was made for this, made for me." You gasped.
Toph's hair fell as a curtain around you, her hips continuing their onslaught, making you a blabbering mess. You were approaching your second orgasm of the night fast.
"You're the only one that has ever made me feel like this. " Toph choked, eyes burning. "Fuck, you feel so perfect against me, let me hear how good im making you feel baby."
You whimpered at the praise, hands grasping at her shoulders As Toph's hips stuttered, Picking up their pace. Tophs thrust became feverish as her orgasm came barreling towards her. You were moaning loudly in her ear now, not caring about the volume or the neighbors as the head board slammed into the wall.
"Im about to come." Toph announced hoarsely, nearly breaking apart already. She pressed her forehead against yours. You met her thrust clumsily. "Yes right there- please, baby, come with me!!"
You held her tightly, fingers digging into her shoulders and down her muscular arms hard enough to leave visible marks. A sharp broken cry escaped Toph's lips, her entire body clenched- hips jerking, once, twice, as her powerful orgasm overtook her.
Just the sight of it alone, was enough to have you crying out, as you followed shortly after her, lifting your hips to grind up into her until she fell forward, her arms giving way.
Both of your breathing was labored as toph settled on top of you, body slick with sweat and thighs painted with both of your slick. Her face was buried in your neck. Her eyelids fluttering shut as she kissed the skin there.
You held on to her, your arms wrapping around her possessively, never wanting the intimacy of being held after the way you just made love to each other to end.
Toph was quiet, relaxed in a way she hasn't been in weeks. Your fingers trailed up and down her spine. Causing her skin to erupt in goosebumps.
"Baby." You whispered after a few mintues. Gently shaking her, she was fully on top of you and you knew if it were up to her she'd fall asleep right here. You couldn't, you needed a shower and a fresh change of sheets. "Are you falling asleep on me?"
"Comfy." she mumbled against your skin with no intention of moving anytime soon. "Stay."
You immediately shifted. Her body was heavy, and her arms were still tight around you, but she allowed you some wiggle room to move. And you took the opportunity to sit up fully in bed, your back rested against the headboard. Somehow she still found a way to hold onto you in the process, her large arm draped across your naked lap.
And thats when you saw it, the red angry marks from your nails that were blooming on her skin in patterns. Your cheeks flushed at the sight of them. You would definitely have to heal that before she left out for work in the morning.
Your stomach growling interrupted the peaceful bliss you were in. You hadn't eaten since the early hours of the morning before your shift, most takeout spots were closed this time of night. There was a takeout spot that served a variety of food from each nation a couple blocks away. It was a longer walk for this time of the night but worth it. From what you remember they served the best beef stew. Your stomach rumbled again at the mere thought of it.
You looked over at toph, who was nearly asleep beside you, you reached over, fingers tangling in her thick locks of hair as you tucked a strand behind her ear so you could see her face clearly.
"I'm starving," you say, lifting her arm off of you so you can slip out of the bed and shower. "I'm going to shower and then pick up some food from the shop down the street, do you want anything?"
The moment she couldn't feel your warmth anymore, Toph's eyes fluttered open. She groaned at the slickness between her thighs and sat up, stretching.
"What's the place called again?" Toph asked, trying to recall what she ordered last time but drawing a blank.
"Narlook's eatery, they have that steamed fish you like, with the yellow rice." You shouted from the bathroom, stepping into the water as the steam curled around you.
You were halfway through your shower when toph emerged in the doorway of the bathroom, lilyweed she had just rolled and lit on the stove between her fingers, she lifted it to her lips, inhaling, holding it for a moment, before it came out through her nose. She was still naked, all muscle and defined curves. She looked incredible, and it was becoming increasingly hard not to pick up where you left off and say screw dinner.
Toph smirked from where she stood, she noticed the subtle change in your heart beat, the arousal that clung to you earlier returning. You knew she could feel the heat of your gaze, and honestly you didn't care. You shut the shower off, stepped out, wrapping the towel that was resting on the faucet around you.
Toph strided in, all bravado, she was happy, relaxed. She handed you the lilyweed and you gladly accepted. You leaned against the sink as toph adjusted the water temp to her liking and got in.
The only area you and toph werent compatible in is the shower. You liked your shower water scorching hot, she preferred it several degrees cooler. It was one of the many reasons you never took showers together. It almost always ended in the both of you fighting over the temperature.
"I never got to ask you how your trip was." You said after a long moment, a puff of smoke curling in the air. "Were you able to get the information you needed?"
"Some of it." she answered vaguely, her voice tight. "Is this really what you want to talk about after I give you mind blowing sex? My work?"
"Fine." You conceded, tone playful. "Only because you did so well opening up tonight."
You didn't even have to turn around to see her roll her eyes because you knew she had done it. You laughed, shaking your head as you left the bathroom and got to work cleaning up the mess you made in the bed.
content: 18+ nsfw, dom on dom, switch!reader, f!reader, reader has huge thighs, toph’s muscle fetish wink wink, porn WITH plot, teasing, friends with LOTS of sexual tension, angry switch sex, degrading.
summary: you go on a mission with toph, (and you save her, with style) coming back with charged sexual tension. when you decide to do something about it, you both fight over who gets to top.
note: this is a req !
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being the only non-bender in your squad (the second overall if you counted sokka) was no walk in the park, especially during your first days. the skill difference was crushing, and it always felt like a reality check you didn’t ask for.
though, you were now pretty much on par with the others — if not better than most — making up for your lack of abilities with sheer strength. nobody in the whole kingdom had legs that could compare to your head-crushing ones.
you trained thoroughly for weeks on end, determined not to be some burden holding your team down, working out until all your muscle tissue teared and mended itself back together, over and over again.
and there you were now, yawning, on your way to a highly dangerous mission, only accompanied by toph. a non-bender and a blind bender probably seemed like a recipe for disaster to the average person; but time and time again, you both proved to be a match made in heaven.
perhaps it was because you both were missing something the other had. you were her sight, and she was your bending. toph has been your most trusted teammate for years now; she always brought out the best version of you in all your fights, just as you did to her.
you smile, looking at her as she walks by your side, glad to have her as your friend. you loop your arm around hers, nuzzling into her shoulder, “you’re so great, toph.”
she chuckles, simply shrugging you off. “getting all sappy before a mission again? why do you always do that?”
you giggle, clinging to her even tighter. “ ‘cause i looove you, my dearest friend. come on… i know you love it.”
she rolls her eyes, a fond smile tugging at her lips.
when the enemy base finally comes into sight, she sighs and stretches her strong arms up over her head. “ready to kick ass?”
you pat her on the back, “with you? always.”
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“so sloppy,” you snicker, toying with the bandits, merely dodging their blows with your hands clasped behind your back. you liked playing with your food.
you were in charge of clearing out the higher floor, leaving the lower one to toph so she could make use of her earthbending to the fullest.
you glance down at her through the staircase, checking on her just in case. she was delightfully punching her way through, knocking down three men with one single right hook. typical toph.
you smile, redirecting your attention to your distressed victims, none of their hits coming even close to scratching you. you sigh. this was another false alarm; nothing about this mission was “highly dangerous”, just a bunch of inexperienced thieves.
you scratch your head, disappointed, and look at the guys in front of you, “i’d love to fuck around with you guys some more,” you announce with mock remorse, brows knitted into a sad frown, “but you’re really boring me now.”
you knock the flimsy ones off their feet quickly with a swift kick, looping your thighs around the strongest one’s head, twisting it clean off with a delicious crack. you dust your hands off against your short shorts, walking over to the edge of the floor to see how toph was holding up.
you frown.
she was fighting a man you didn’t see when you first came in, and he definitely looked much stronger than the nobodies you dealt with. where did he come from?
your eyes widen at his stance; he was a bender too. you were about to head down the stairs to join her, when he suddenly sent her flying into the air with a flick of his wrist. shit, he already figured out her weakness?
you quickly step over the railing, kicking yourself off, cutting through the air with your speed, reaching toph just before she hit the ground.
your strong thighs slide under her, catching her into your lap as your hips slam down onto the floor, absorbing all the impact for her. your freakishly huge legs could withstand this, after all, only leaving you with a mild buzzing.
she rolls her eyes, wrapping her arms around your neck, “i didn’t ask for your help.”
you grin, squeezing her waist. “my bad, princess.”
she grimaces, disgusted, “don’t call me that. i’ll show you who the real princess is after we take this dumb fuck out.”
you let her off your lap as you both get up, back into stance. you stare at the new enemy, noting his bewilderment at your entrance. so, he didn’t even know you were here?
was this mission specifically bait to capture toph?
you set your thoughts aside for now, and use his momentary shock as an opportunity to strike.
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the fight took longer than usual, but there was nothing you two together couldn’t do. as you suspected, he really didn’t know about your being there, not taking it into consideration for whatever plans he had, so taking him out wasn’t as hard as it could have been.
there were a lot of things you didn’t understand, and there was definitely something fishy about all this. but whatever, your job here was done. you’d file a report later, and have the others do the research for you.
you walk out, toph’s arm looped around your waist for support. you may be strong enough to take all that impact with no major wound or pain, but when the adrenaline wore off, the cramps would slowly but surely set in.
she smirks, tugging you closer to her, “do your feet hurt, princess?”
you roll your eyes, staring at her, “don’t try to flip this on me. that’s no way to thank your savior. you should— ah!”
you gasp as she lifts you up with one arm, bridal style. she chuckles, “let me thank my savior, then.”
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you arrive at your tent, when she finally sets you down on your feet. she pats your thigh, tilting her head, more serious now. “does it hurt? should i get you anything?”
you smile, looping your arms around her neck. “i’m fine, it takes more than that to hurt me.”
she huffs, a smirk adorning her lips, holding your hips steady. “i’m sure.”
you and toph have always been really close friends. you were very comfortable with each other, hence extremely touchy, earning you rampant dating allegations across the other squads.
you adored wrapping yourself around her bulging biceps, and she was obsessed with feeling up your muscular legs, ranting about how much she adores buff physiques. i mean, you were relationship bait.
sometimes, her touch would linger a bit longer than usual. or, she’d discreetly press a light kiss to your thighs when she was laying her head on your lap.
you definitely had some questionable moments where both of you felt the unspoken sexual tension that you never addressed, but they’d be fleeting, ending with one of you clearing her throat and awkwardly changing the subject.
this was one of those moments, and this time, neither of you seemed to want to clear her throat anytime soon.
you stare at her, both of you quiet. the silence was deafening. you feel her hands tense a bit on your hips, before tentatively rubbing up a little further, closer to your ass.
oh?
you hum, going along, your hand sliding up her neck to her hair, gently gripping it.
neither of you spoke yet, but the message was crystal clear.
she leans closer, slowly, her lips brushing against yours. she stops there. this was your last chance at backing out before the irreversible happened.
should you risk your friendship for this, or simply avoid it like you usually did?
you swallow.
you really couldn’t find it in you to clear your throat right now, so you did the only thing you wanted to do; bridging the small distance between you.
the kiss was rough and heated from the get-go, both your hands messily grabbing at whatever you could, like you were starving for this.
she bites your lip, plunging her tongue deeper into your mouth, gripping the plump flesh of your ass. you kiss her back, caging her in against the wall.
she blinks, pulling away from the kiss, confused. “what are you doing?”
panic sets over you at that question. did you fuck up already? you frown, worried, “i’m sorry. what’s wrong?”
she just furrows her brows, puzzled. “well, you’re pinning me to the wall.”
“oh,” you tilt your head, just as lost as her. “do you not like it?”
“well,” she nips at your bottom lip, “it’s just that.. whenever i pictured us actually doing it, i assumed i’d be on top. i mean, don’t you think so?”
you hum. that was a good thought. “i guess i can see it.. but i still think i’d top you better. after all, i have more stamina.. it makes more sense, no?”
she did not like that thought.
“ouch!” you yelp as she bites down on your tongue, “i-i was just saying! i think i’m a little stronger than you, so it’d just be better if—”
“ha!” she cuts you off, laughing loudly, “listen to you! little non-bender getting all full of herself now? you seriously think you’re stronger than me?”
you huff, growing irritated now. “well, the “little non-bender” saved your ass today.”
“and i carried you back all the way here.”
you groan, letting go of her to throw your hands up in the air, “those are so not comparable!”
“oh well, boohoo!” she taunts back, the tension between you two only growing more intense.
you didn’t even mind actually bottoming for her if she’d asked you nicely, but she was just flat out dissing you now! no way you’d accept that.
you grunt, smashing your lips on hers, and pinning her back to the wall.
she scoffs, harshly pulling on your hair to get your face off of hers. fuck, it was hot.
“i said,” she pushes you off, shoving you away until the back of your legs hit the edge of the makeshift bed, making you sit down, “i am topping.”
you spit out the blood in your mouth (her bites were no joke), and glare up at her, “like hell you are.”
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“mngh—!” you moan, her hand pinning both your wrists down over your head, as she nudged her knee in between your thighs, rubbing it against your clothed cunt.
“you’re such an easy bitch,” she spits, using her free hand to tug down your shorts with difficulty. “lift your hips.”
you grin up at her, not moving an inch, “fuck you. do it yourself.”
she scoffs.
she briefly lets go of your hands, to properly pull your tight shorts down without your help.
“idiot,” you quickly make use of your now free hands, rolling her over to straddle her. she curses, red with embarrassment and anger, “get off me, bitch!”
you coo, strong thighs holding her down, and mockingly pinch her cheek. “don’t cry, sweetheart.”
she uselessly kicks at you as you bask in your victory. you spread her legs open, cupping her through her pants. her incessant whining was music to your ears.
you lean down to capture her lips into a kiss to shut her up, only to feel a violent shake underneath you. seriously? an earthquake, right now!?
you look around you, at the furniture shaking, “shit, toph, we have to—”
your words slip out of your mind in panic as you get abruptly rolled over, confused.
she swiftly pins you down under her, once again, grinning ear to ear. “it says gullible on the ceiling.”
you flush, irritated and ashamed at the cheap trick you fell for, “you fucking cunt, that wasn’t funny! nor fair!”
“oh no! cry me a river,” she pats your cheek condescendingly, “serves you right for thinking you could be stronger than a bender.”
you glare at her, fuming, “you’re the worst. fuck you.”
“oh, trust me, i’m trying.”
she was so filthy, so terribly attractive, and here you were, whimpering for her like some cat in heat.
“you know what, fine, you can top tonight,” you wrap your thighs around her waist, crushing her between them, “but i’ll make it your hardest fucking time.”
she winces slightly, then grins down at you. “be my guest, you little slut. i love me a good challenge. especially one that i can fuck stupid.”
warnings: 18+ nsfw, SMUT smut, dom!toph, angry!toph, bratty!reader, face slapping (once), degradation, lots of cussing, you get called names, crying (you ofc), multiple orgasms, rough!toph, dirty talk, strap, you get your attitude fucked out of you
summary: you and toph come home after a night out, and she’s seething with jealousy. you call her insecure (yikes) so she fucks you into oblivion
toph IS a brat tamer and i will die on that hill.
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you sigh in relief, as you and toph finally step into your home after a good night out with all your friends. it was 3am, your makeup was smudged, your hair slicked back with sweat, your mind still buzzing sweetly with the aftertaste of alcohol and fresh gossip.
you plop down on the nearest chair, your girlfriend kneeling to unfasten your heels. you smile. she always took such good care of you when you were exhausted so late at night.
or so you thought.
“ouch!” you yelp, sobering up a little at the way her nails harshly dug into your ankle as she undid the straps. you look down at her, confused, her grip unyielding.
oh, she was mad.
you whimper, “toph, you’re hurting me.”
“oh, am i?” she scoffs, throwing your heel away behind her. she lifts herself up to your height, face scrunched in irritation, practically spitting in your face. “am i?”
you frown, pulling back a bit at this sudden tantrum. what was her problem?
“oh, what, now you’re scared of me?” she taunts, leaning closer, ignoring your attempts to pull away. “now i’m the bad person?”
you were completely, utterly lost. you tried thinking about what you could have possibly done to warrant such a reaction from her, but nothing came to mind. you spent the night together, her strong arm looped around your waist, as you danced and mingled with your friends. that was all.
so what was she mad about?
you get startled out of your thoughts when her hands now grip your thighs, digging red crescent shapes into the soft flesh. “t-toph!” you yell, trying to squirm out of her grasp, alarmed. “fucking stop! what the hell is this about!?”
she huffs, “you know what this is about.”
you absolutely hated when she got like this, all petulant and angry. she sucked at communicating, and you had to somehow guess what she was upset about!
you sigh, irritated, “no i don’t, toph! and i certainly won’t figure it out this way! did i do something wrong?”
“oh, oh, did i do something wrong?” she repeats, mocking you in a high pitched tone, “hm, i wonder why my girlfriend is mad! definitely not because i was throwing ass on other people!”
you groan in disbelief, throwing your hands up in the air and rolling your eyes. so that’s what this was about?
“oh please, is this your first time at a club?” you bite back, glaring at her. “and i wasn’t “throwing ass”! i was literally just dancing with the others. it’s kinda how clubs work, genius.” you spit the last word out with venomous sarcasm, angering her further, her nails painfully sinking into your skin.
she exhales through her nose, her brows furrowing even deeper. “so, you’re saying you’re not even gonna at least apologize?”
you let out a sound between a scoff and a laugh, surprised at her audacity. “you want me to apologize for dancing? as if. it’s not my fault you’re so fucking insecure that—”
smack.
she cut your words short, your head whipping to the side, a red mark blossoming onto your cheek. you blink, once, twice, staring dazedly at the wall, trying to process what happened.
you slowly turn your head back to look at her. she simply pulls herself up, standing up straight and stretching her limbs. what the fuck?
“toph, did you just—”
“you know,” she interrupts you, her tone awfully airy for someone so mad (terrible sign), “for someone as bitchy as you, i’d at least expect you to have the guts to back it up. it’s just embarrassing to watch, really. you’re too cocky for someone i can fuck into submission.”
you stammer, caught off guard, flushing with embarrassment, “you— what— huh!? what the fuck does that have to do with—”
“aw,” she coos, ruffling your hair roughly like you were some misbehaving puppy. “you’re gonna apologize to me, baby. whether you like it or not.”
you slap her hand off your head, fuming with rage. “oh fuck off.”
she grins.
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“ah! mmph! ugh! toph!” you sob into the pillow, holding onto it with all your might. your entire body was shaking, knees threatening to give out, your hips only held up by your girlfriend’s death grip.
“shut up,” she spits into your ear, her chest flush against your back. her strap was stuffed into you to the fucking hilt, with barely any prep, as she pounded into you at a punishing pace.
“fucking loud bitch,” she pulled your hips up even higher, deepening her angle, dragging broken whimpers out of you. “see, like i said, you’re all talk. where did all your attitude go? go on, tell me to fuck off again. i dare you.”
you sniffle, burying your face further into the soaked pillow, “i-i just—”
“can’t hear you!” she smacks your ass, just to hear your startled voice pitch up, “what was that? speak up, slut.”
you cry harder, embarrassed, both at how humiliating this whole ordeal was, and especially at how it only made you clench tighter around her. “i-i’m not a slut.. ah..” you protest weakly, uselessly moaning as she somehow fucked you even harder.
she laughs, loud and taunting. “yeah, sure you’re not. what kind of self-respecting woman shakes ass on randoms when her girlfriend’s right next to her? huh? answer me, you whore.”
you could feel all your comebacks and arguments turn into goo, your mushy brain too focused on your abused cervix to process anything else. you really weren’t a slut! ugh, everyone dances at the stupid club.
you yelp when she suddenly grabs your hair, harshly pulling your face off the pillow, her hot breath hitting your cheek. she scoffs, grinning. “look at you. can’t even talk anymore. fucking pathetic.”
she lets your head drop back into the pillow, before resuming her brutal pace. “and i’m still waiting for that apology, princess.” the nickname feels like poison on her tongue, spat out with such hatred.
you could barely feel your insides anymore, your knees violently trembling. you always forgot about the tremendous stamina earthbenders seemed to have, and she was more than delighted to remind you every time.
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“t—toph.. mmgh..” you whimper, an arm over your eyes, ashamed, tears streaming down your face. she had already coaxed three orgasms out of you — all in different positions — and was now folding your legs to your chest in a mating press, thrusting into you so hard you couldn’t believe this was your fourth fucking round.
she sighs, flipping her damp hair back, like all of this was merely a small inconvenience, “still set on not apologizing? i gotta say, it’s real cute seeing you latch onto that last bit of dignity you have left.”
she chuckles, prying your arm off your face so you could stare at her in all her might.
her hair tie had long since slipped off her slick, sweaty hair from all the movement, letting her long luscious locks loose. you watched her chest heave with her breaths, beads of sweat luring your eyes into following them, trickling down her neck to her cleavage. fuck.
this was why you put up with her immature bullshit. the strap was too fire.
she leans down, bringing her face to yours, and tuts. “seriously, what are you trying to act all proud for? i literally just fucked you into speechlessness, and thrice. just give in already, make this easier for both of us.” she smirks, pressing a condescending kiss to your lips, “go on. i’ll give you a minute.”
she stops her furious pounding, now gently rocking into you. you sniffle, embarrassed, overstimulated, and most of all; frustrated.
frustrated with how pathetic you were being, frustrated with how inconsiderate and unbearable she was.. and even more frustrated with how this all had you lewdly leaking around her, the line between pain and pleasure becoming a hazy blur.
she pats your cheek firmly, close to a slap, snapping you out of your thoughts. “hey, i said i’d give you a minute, not an hour. i don’t have all day. go on. say sorry.”
you stare at her; at that smug, annoying excuse of a girlfriend. you wish you could just beat that stupid grin off her face, but the only thing getting beat around here was your ego and your used cunt.
“i said,” she tugs at your bottom lip, before catching it between her teeth, “apologize.” she bites the plump flesh.
you whimper in pain, your eyes squeezing shut.
but they quickly fly open in panic when you feel her start picking up her pace again, your abused pussy aching with every tiny move like it was pricked with a thousand needles, the weight of all your rounds crashing down on you. the pain was now unbearable, clouding all your senses.
“n-no stop! please! i can’t! i—i’m—” you sob, clawing at her back, “i-i’m sorry! no more!”
she chuckles, slowing back down. “good girl. was that so hard? now, tell me, what are you sorry for?”
you bawl, arms wrapped around her strong shoulders, giving up on that last shred of self respect you had left, “i-i’m sorry for... dancing with other people..”
she huffs, giving you a small warning thrust that elicits a pained cry from you. “throwing ass. you were throwing ass on others, not just dancing. stop making it sound like i overreacted. say it properly.”
you sniffle, clinging to her like a lifeline, eyes half-lidded, the fight completely drained out of you, “i.. i’m sorry.. for.. throwing ass on other people..”
she snickers, pressing a mean kiss to your cheek. “that’s a good girl. who do you belong to?”
“y-you, toph.. only you.. i-i’m sorry, i promise i won’t do it again.”
“that’s right, you won’t,” she kisses your temple, then your nose. “mine. only mine.”
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* needless to say, everything is consensual and safe words were established beforehand 💕 this was requested! reblogs and replies are appreciated :)
ᯓ★ warnings and contents: some nsfw stuff, maybe small grammar mistakes, not very organized, my bad jokes
ᯓ★ author’s note: I’m resisting the urge to change my layout style every five minutes. I’m thinking of doing a series of this with the rest of gaang. I have Zuko ready but I need to do some corrections. And yes the title is inspired by that one joke sokka made.
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⋮ ⌗ ┆Extreme no bullshit energy so she was pretty forward about her interest in you. She’s impossible to ignore. Will earthbend a rock under your foot so you stumble into her arms, and act like YOU slipped.
⋮ ⌗ ┆A show off but not a try hard. Her average level bending is mind blowing already she just makes sure you’re there to see it. With an occasional muscle flex. She’ll finish, wipe her brow, and say, "Oh, you’re here too? Guess I got carried away."
⋮ ⌗ ┆Brings you gifts. But doesn’t call them gifts. A perfectly smooth pebble she bent into a tiny shape of a heart. A custom metal bracelet. She plays it off like it’s nothing.
“Found it lying around, figured it’d look good on you”
She’s internally thrilled when you wear it.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ She runs warm. On cold nights, she is basically a human space heater. She’ll pull you under the blankets and grumble about you being cold while holding you closer to warm you up.
⋮ ⌗ ┆Not a hug freak but doesn’t stop you from indulging. Likes tighter hugs, ones where you are basically trying to crush her ribs. Will tease you about your grip and challenge you to do it harder.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ She loves catching you off guard. You’ll be doing dishes or reading, and she’ll just grab your collar, and kiss you thoroughly before walking away like nothing happened.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ She loves sparring with you. Even if you’re not a bender, she’ll adjust, teach you, push you just enough.
⋮ ⌗ ┆Protective but not overbearing. She wouldn’t like someone being overprotective of her for no reason so she returns that energy. But she will come running if you need it and the situation is more than you can handle. If you are stubborn about it she will tell you, “I know you can handle yourself. But if anyone tries anything, I’ll bury them.”
⋮ ⌗ ┆If you get flustered easily, she will tease you. If you get flustered because of HER, she will tease you tenfold. Will not push it past to a point where you are uncomfortable though.
⋮ ⌗ ┆Reads you pretty well, if you are having a tough day she will know without you telling her. Doesn’t pressure you into talking about it, believes that you know that she is there for you if you do decide to share.
⋮ ⌗ ┆Shared showers. Toph loves the feeling of hot water on sore muscles. She loves it even more when you’re there with her. Her strong hands always manage to apply just the right amount of pressure when massaging you.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ If you like brushing and braiding her messy dark locks after she washes it, that’s a sacred time for her now. Toph pretends to hate sitting still.
“I’m not some delicate little flower, sweetcheeks”
The second your fingers start working through her hair she goes completely quiet, leaning back into your touch like she’s melting.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ She is incredibly tactile. If she’s sitting, she’s leaning on you. If she’s standing, she’s got an arm around your shoulder. She just wants to be touching you. Will absolutely use you as an arm rest if you’re shorter than her.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ You two bicker sometimes, that woman is as stubborn as a rock (haha…get it?). But Toph never stays mad long. She’ll disappear into the backyard for ten minutes, then come back and sit next to you. Taking your hand in hers. Apologizing if she was wrong.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ Since she can't see what you're wearing, she judges your outfits based on the sound and feel of the fabric. She loves when you wear silk because it "swishes" when you walk and is smooth to the touch. But in all honesty she doesn’t care that much about what you’re wearing.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ She will mimic the way you walk when you’re annoyed. "Oh, look at me, I’m [Name] and I stomp my left foot slightly harder when I’m hungry." She thinks it’s hilarious but it’s terrifyingly accurate.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ Toph is a heavy cuddler. She doesn't just put an arm around you, she drapes her entire body weight over you like a weighted blanket and expects you to not complain. If you’re sitting on the couch, expect her to end up with her legs across your lap and her head on your chest.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ Toph Beifong asks nobody for anything most of the time. Except somehow she ends up asking YOU to read things to her, to describe colors, sunsets, the night sky. She’d never frame it as vulnerability but it absolutely is.
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⋮ ⌗ ┆ She’s unapologetically dominant and loves using her strength. Toph pins you down without even trying. Those thick, veined arms caging you in, her heavy thigh slotting between yours so you can’t close them. She’ll earthbend the ground beneath you into restraints if she wants your wrists or ankles held exactly where she likes. “Stay right there, sweetcheeks. I’m not done with you yet.”
⋮ ⌗ ┆ She feels everything. Every flutter of your walls around her fingers, every spike in your heartbeat, exactly how wet you get when she groans in your ear.
“Fuck, you’re dripping down my hand already. Heart’s racing like you’re about to come just from me talking. Greedy little thing.”
⋮ ⌗ ┆ Toph never shuts up. She’ll edge you for hours.
“That’s it, clench around my fingers like a good girl. You gonna come already? I can feel how close you are… but you don’t get to until I say so.” The second you do come she praises you in that same rough voice. “There she is… fuck, you sound so pretty when you fall apart for me.”
⋮ ⌗ ┆ She loves the full-body contact. Your slick pussies grinding together, her powerful hips controlling every roll. She’ll hook one of your legs over her shoulder or pin you beneath her so she can thrust harder, chasing that perfect slide of your clits until you’re both shaking and soaking each other.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ Toph eats you out like she’s starving. She’ll hold your thighs apart with those her hands, tongue and lips working you until your hips are bucking against her face. She also loves when you sit on her face, hands locked on your ass, pulling you down harder so she can bury herself in you.
<𝟑 .ᐟ after finally reaching the hot spring your girlfriend throws in a bonus to your relaxation package
pt I
warnings: nsfw, scissoring, fem reader, possible slight grammar mistakes
authors note: I already had a messy written version of this when I posted part 1 BUT DAMN, I didn’t expect so many people to want that part 2 so I finished this quicker then I usually do. Thank you so much for the support I legit beat my procrastination. And, okay listen, when I was writing this I was torn in between scissoring and the metal strap (which I will write eventually).
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The walk to the hot spring is short, but Toph turns it into something slow and lazy, like the whole world can wait. Her arm stays heavy around your waist the entire way, thumb stroking idle circles over the curve of your hip through your clothes. Every few steps she tugs you closer.
When you finally reach your destination. You smile to yourself.
“Happy you finally got to your kiddie pool?” You laugh and elbow her lightly, but she just chuckles low and earthbends a perfectly smooth path through the rocky ground so neither of you has to watch your footing. The air grows thicker with steam the closer you get, warm and mineral-scented, until the natural pool is in front of you between smooth boulders like the earth decided to carve out a private little paradise just for the two of you.
Toph doesn’t hesitate. She peels off her clothes right there at the edge, rolling her broad shoulders so the early sunlight catches every defined line of muscle in her back and arms. The sight still steals your breath. Those thick biceps, the strong curve of her shoulders, the way her abs flex when she steps into the water with a long, satisfied groan that vibrates straight through her.
“Fuck,” she sighs, sinking down until the steaming water laps at her collarbones. Her dark hair fans out across the surface like ink. “Okay… yeah. This is actually nice.”
You slip in beside her, the heat instantly sinking deep into your muscles after days of work. For a moment you both just float there, letting the spring do its work. Toph’s arm finds its way around you again, pulling you against her side so your head rests on the solid warmth of her shoulder. The water makes everything feel slow and dreamy.
But Toph being Toph, she can’t leave it at that. You feel the familiar rumble under your feet as she bends the earth beneath the pool. With a casual flick of her wrist, the stone shifts, smooth ledges forming right under you like custom-made seats. Perfectly contoured to your back and hips, warm from the spring and angled just enough to keep your shoulders above water.
She leans back against the ledge, arms spread along the stone edge, and lets out another satisfied hum. “Alright, I’ll say it. You were right. This feels… really fucking good.” Her voice is softer than usual, almost reluctant, but the smirk tugging at her lips tells you she means it. “The heat’s hitting all the right spots. Kinda like you did earlier.” She places a hand over the crown of your head and ruffles your hair. “Don’t let it go to your head, though.”
You laugh and splash her lightly. She retaliates by yanking you sideways so you’re half in her lap, water sloshing around your joined bodies. For a long while you just stay like that. Skin to skin, the steam curling around you, her calloused hand tracing slow, absent patterns up and down your thigh under the water. Just the quiet hum of the earth beneath you and the steady beat of her heart against your back.
“You know,” she says after a while, voice low and thoughtful, “I get why you dragged yourself and me out here now. It’s… peaceful.” Her thumb strokes the underside of your breast, not demanding yet, just touching because she can. “Makes me wanna bend us a permanent one back home. Right in the backyard. We could soak every morning.”
You tilt your head to kiss the corner of her jaw. “You’d get bored after two days and start challenging me to underwater sparring matches or something.”
“Guilty.” She grins, then turns her face to catch your mouth properly. Slow, deep, the kind of kiss that tastes like morning and wants all at once. “Speaking of… you relaxed enough yet, sweetheart?”
The answer is in the way you press closer, legs sliding between hers under the water. Toph growls softly, the sound vibrating against your lips, and hauls you fully into her lap so you’re straddling one thick, powerful thigh. But she doesn’t stop there. She shifts you both again, rearranging until your legs are tangled together, one of hers hooked over your hip, your slick, heated cores pressed flush against each other.
The first slow roll of her hips drags her clit right against yours and you both gasp.
“Fuck—yes,” she hisses, forehead dropping to yours. Her strong hands grip your ass, guiding you into the rhythm. “Just like that. Grind on me.”
Water sloshes around you as you move together. Changing from a slow pace to a faster one. The heat of the spring makes everything slicker, hotter, the steam turning the air hazy and intimate. Toph’s abs flex under your palms every time she rolls up to meet you, her breath hitching when your clits catch perfectly.
“Shit, you feel so good,” she groans, voice rough. One hand stays on your ass, the other braced on the stone ledge behind her so she can thrust harder. “All wet and needy already. I can feel every little twitch, you know that? Your heartbeat’s going crazy against me.”
You moan, nails digging into her shoulders as you rock faster. Toph’s thighs tremble against yours, but she keeps the pace relentless, grinding with that same strength that makes your toes curl in the water.
“That’s it,” she pants, nipping at your bottom lip. “Ride me.” Her free hand slides between you just long enough to spread you open wider, pressing your clit harder against hers with every thrust. “Come on, sweetcheeks. Let me feel it. Give it to me.”
The pressure coils tight and fast, heat pooling low in your belly. You’re moaning her name like a chant, hips stuttering as you chase it. Toph’s right there with you, breath ragged, arms locked around you so you can’t pull away even if you wanted to.
“Fuck. Come for me,” she growls against your mouth, voice cracking with need. “Right now. Soak me, sweetheart. Let me feel you fall apart on me.”
You come hard with a choked cry, back arching as the orgasm crashes through you. Toph follows right behind, groaning low and deep, her whole body shuddering against yours while she grinds through it, dragging it out of both of you.
For a long minute the only sounds are your shared ragged breathing and the gentle lap of the spring. Toph doesn’t let you go. She just holds you close, legs still tangled, forehead pressed to yours, thumbs stroking slow circles over your hips.
“…Okay,” she finally mumbles, voice hoarse and satisfied, a lazy grin spreading across her face. “Hot springs officially win. We’re doing this every damn camping trip from now on.”
You laugh breathlessly and kiss her slow and sweet.
She smiles against your mouth.
“Round three back at the tent when we get out?” she adds.
You plop your head down onto her shoulder, an exhausted sigh escaping you. Your girlfriend and her seemingly endless stamina are going to be the end of you.
<𝟑 .ᐟ your morning plans get canceled by your girlfriend
warnings: nsfw, fingering, fem reader, maybe slight grammar mistakes
authors note: lemme know if you want a pt 2!!
**edit: I posted the part 2 gang, here. pt II
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The morning sunlight peeks through the tent, casting a soft glow across your face and gently pulling you from sleep. Beside you, Toph is still fast asleep, her expression unusually peaceful. Dark, messy locks spill across her pillow, a few loose strands falling over her face. One arm rests heavily across your waist, holding you in place even in her dreams.
You watch her for a moment, your heart giving a small, traitorous flip.
Then you remember your plan.
Carefully, slowly, you begin to slip out from beneath her arm. This little camping trip just so happens to be near a natural hot spring, and the thought of a quiet morning soak after days of hard work sounds like heaven.
You rise onto your tiptoes, easing away from the sleeping mat.
“Woah!”
The dirt beneath your feet shifts, sending you slipping backwards straight into a pair of strong arms.
“Nuh-uh,” Toph mumbles, her voice rough with sleep.
In one smooth motion, she flips you onto your back, her arms still wrapped firmly around you.
“Toph,” you whisper, half laughing, half protesting. You had already talked about your hot spring plan the night before. Although she didn’t completely understand why you were so excited for what seemed like a simple bath, which you can literally have at home.
“Hot spring can wait,” she cuts in, her grip tightening just slightly. “You’re not going anywhere, sweetcheeks.” Seems she woke up in the right mood.
Her hand slides under the hem of your sleep shirt, calloused palm going over the curve of your waist, then higher, thumb brushing the underside of your breast. You shiver. The sensation ticklish against your ribs.
You try to wriggle free, but she catches your wrists, hands gliding over your palms to intertwine your fingers with hers. The earth beneath you shifts just enough to cradle your back like a custom-made pillow, her bending making the dirt soft and warm.
“Stay,” she orders, and kisses you slow and deep, tongue going into your mouth until you’re arching up into her. One hand slips away from your own and slips between your bodies and grips your hip. Her knee pushing your thighs wider apart so she can grind down against you.
“Toph…fuck—”
“That’s the idea.” She nips at your bottom lip. Going lower to trails hot open-mouthed kisses down your throat while her fingers dip under the waistband of your shorts. Two thick digits slide through your folds, teasing your entrance before pushing in with zero hesitation. You gasp, hips jerking, and she chuckles darkly against your collarbone.
“Greedy this morning, huh?” She curls her fingers just right, thumb circling your clit in lazy strokes that make your toes curl. “Thought you wanted to leave me all alone in this sleeping bag. Now look at you. Already clenching around me like you can’t get enough.”
You moan, thighs trembling around her hips. She keeps the pace torturously slow, her body a solid weight keeping you exactly where she wants you. Every time you try to rock up faster she presses you back down to the ground.
“Not yet,” She adds a third finger, stretching you open, scissoring gently while her mouth finds your nipple and sucks hard enough to make you whine. “Gonna make you come nice and slow first. Then maybe I’ll let you drag me to that hot spring.”
Catching your lips in a kiss, tongue once again sliding into your mouth. You moan into the kiss, feeling heat pooling in your lower stomach. You’d have this to relax over any hot spring any day of the week. And she can feel it all. Every flutter, every hitch in your breath, every time your heartbeat spikes and she narrates it in that smug, sleepy voice that drives you crazy.
“Your thighs are shaking already… and you’re getting so much wetter. You love when I keep you right here, don’t you?” She pumps her fingers deeper, curling them against that spongey spot that makes stars burst behind your eyes, thumb continuing its lazy circles on your clit.
“Come on, sweetheart,” she growls against your lips. “Let me feel it. Give it to me.”
You break with a choked cry, back arching off the ground as pleasure crashes through you in long, rolling waves. Toph rides it out with you, fingers working you through it, murmuring filthy praise against your skin the whole time. “That’s it… good girl… fuck, you feel perfect around me” All while she drinks in every twitch and gasp like it’s her favorite song.
When you finally go limp, panting and boneless, she doesn’t pull out right away. She just rests her forehead against yours, fingers still buried deep, giving one last lazy curl that makes you whimper and clench around her again.
“Still wanna go to the hot spring right now?” she teases, voice low and satisfied. She finally slides her fingers free, bringing them up to her mouth to lick them clean
You stare, your eye twitching slightly. “As a matter…of fact…I do.” You say in between pants. She stays on top of you for a moment longer before rolling over to your side. Stretching her legs and arms. “Okay then, I’ll come with.”
✮⋆˙ author's note: based on this request!! this is prolly the craziest request i've written yet. god bless dadaman toph and her muscles.
the air in the cave is cool and damp, carrying the heavy scent of wet limestone and the faint, metallic tang of toph’s armor.
she’s currently buried between your thighs, a force of nature that refuses to be ignored. her hands, calloused and strong from years of earthbending, are gripped firmly around your hips, anchoring you to the stone floor she’s softened just for this. you can feel the vibration of her laughter against your sensitive skin before you even hear it—a low, rumbling sound that mirrors the steady heartbeat of the earth itself.
she’s eating you out with a messy, focused hunger, her tongue swirling with an agonizing precision that makes your toes curl into the dirt. every few seconds, she pulls back just enough to let out a muffled comment, her voice vibrating against your clit. "wow, you’re really shaking, aren’t you? i can feel your pulse jumping all the way in your toes. i didn't know i was that good, or maybe you're just that desperate."
you let out a sharp, fractured breath, your fingers knotting into her long, messy hair as you try to push her back down. "shut up, toph. please, just... shut up and finish."
the vibration stops instantly. she pulls away, sitting back on her heels with a slow grace that makes your skin scream for the return of her warmth. you find yourself let out a pathetic, high-pitched whine, your hips arching instinctively to follow her, but she stays just out of reach. her unseeing, milky eyes are fixed somewhere over your shoulder, a smug, lopsided grin stretching across her face.
"did the little lady just tell me what to do?" she asks, her tone dripping with a mock-offended sweetness that makes your face burn. "i thought you were enjoying the commentary. it helps me keep track of how close you are to melting into a puddle."
you’re practically begging now, your voice a soft, breathless wreck as you look at her. "toph, don't be mean. i didn't mean it, just... i'm so close. please."
she sighs, a dramatic, huffing sound that echoes off the jagged cave walls. she tilts her head to the side, staring blankly at a cluster of stalactites as if she’s searching for inspiration in the silence. suddenly, she lets out a sharp, clicking sound with her tongue—an oh! of realization that makes your stomach flip with a mix of confusion and dread. she remembers a specific shape, a specific weight she’s felt through the soles of her feet in the darker corners of the earth kingdom’s bustling markets.
toph reaches out a hand, her fingers twitching in the air. a few feet away, a discarded crate of iron scraps begins to rattle, the metal shrieking as it’s torn from the wood. you watch, mesmerized and horrified, as the shards fly toward her, hovering in a swirling cloud of grey. her arm muscles ripple beneath her tunic, the definition in her shoulders and biceps on full display as she begins to mold the iron with the focused intensity of a master smith. she’s sculpting, you realized, her brow furrowing as she feels the internal structure of the metal shift and smooth under her command.
the realization of what she’s making hits you all at once. the jagged edges melt away, replaced by a thick, rounded head and a long, sturdy shaft that curves slightly at the tip.
it’s unmistakable.
your jaw drops, a hot flush of mortification sweeping from your chest up to your hairline. "toph! how do you even—how do you know what that looks like?"
she barks out a loud, rough laugh that echoes like a landslide. "sugar tits, i don't need to see to know what people are hiding under their floorboards. i’ve felt the vibration of these things in half the inns we've stayed at. you think people are quiet? they’re not. and the shape is pretty intuitive once you realize what it’s for."
she flicks her wrist, and the newly formed metal dildo—still warm from the friction of the bend—hovers over your entrance. she uses the magnetic pull of her bending to brush the tip against your swollen folds, teasing the sensitive skin with a cold, hard contrast that makes you shiver. "this is so weird," you lie, your voice cracking as you try to pull your legs together. "toph, seriously, this is... it's weird. put it away."
toph’s smirk only deepens, her head tilting as she 'listens' to the floor beneath you. "you’re a terrible liar. your heart is hammering against the stone like a trapped sparrow. it’s practically screaming at me to keep going. why do you bother lying to a woman who can literally feel your muscles twitching?"
you start to splutter out an excuse, something about the coldness of the metal or the absurdity of the situation, but she cuts you off with a sharp, flicking motion of her fingers. the metal dildo prods firmly against your opening, the weight of it immense and uncompromising. before you can even draw a breath to protest, she slides it in—one smooth motion that stretches you wide and fills the aching void she left behind.
a choked, jagged moan escapes your lips as you feel the solid, unyielding weight of the iron inside you. it’s different from her tongue, different from her fingers; it’s a constant, cold pressure that makes you feel utterly conquered. toph moves her hand in a rhythmic, back-and-forth motion, her eyebrows raised in concentration as she feels the resistance of your internal walls through the metal.
she starts to increase the speed, the dildo thrusting into you with a mechanical, tireless force that no human could ever match. you’re squirming against the stone, your heels digging into the dirt as you try to find a rhythm, but toph is the one in control of the pace. she begins to talk, her voice low and raspy, vibrating through the air and the floor.
"look at you, shaking for a piece of scrap metal i just pulled out of the trash. you like how deep it goes, don't you? i can feel your cunt gripping it, trying to hold onto it. you’re so wet i’m surprised you haven’t short-circuited the bending yet. give it to me, sugar tits. let me feel exactly how much you can take before you break."
you’re biting your lip so hard you taste copper, desperate to keep the loudest of your moans from bouncing off the cave walls, but it’s a losing battle. the metal is moving so fast now, hitting your g-spot with a blunt, rhythmic thud that makes your vision go dark at the edges. you’re a mess of friction and sound, your body reacting to the cold iron as if it were the most precious thing in the world.
toph leans in closer, her face inches from yours, her breath smelling of mint and earth. she can feel the tension in your thighs reaching a breaking point, the way your entire skeletal structure is vibrating with the impending release. she slows the bending for just a second, a cruel, calculated pause that makes you sob out a plea.
"you can let go, you know," she whispers, her voice a rough caress. "i’ve got you. the earth isn't going anywhere. just let it out so i can feel the impact."
the permission is what finally undoes you. you let out a long, shuddering scream that tears through the silence of the quarry, your body bucking upward as the orgasm ripples through you in violent, agonizing waves. you’re so embarrassed by the sheer volume of it, by the way you’re clutching at her arms as if she’s the only solid thing left in the universe.
toph waits until the last of your tremors has faded into a soft, twitching heat before she calmly bends the metal away. she guides it back to the scrap pile, the iron shrieking one last time as it settles into the dust. she leans forward then, her movements surprisingly gentle as she presses a soft, lingering kiss to your inner thigh, right where the skin is most sensitive.
she pulls back, sitting in the dirt with her legs crossed, a massive, shit-eating grin plastered across her face as she wipes a stray smudge of dirt from her cheek.
"see? i told you iron was good for more than just armor. next time, maybe don't try to lie to the girl who can feel your toes curling from a mile away."
ꮼ world's best earthbender!toph is also the world's best lover
ᦸ girlfriend!toph has her own special ways to romance ⸝⸝ not proofread.
girlfriend!toph does not play when it comes to your relationship; even when she doesn't take anything seriously, nothing would make her let someone disrespect the love you share.
She can and has defended you whenever she's caught someone making obscene comments about the relationship.
girlfriend!toph isn't openly affectionate in the traditional sense—she can be at times, though rarely—opting to share loving words or grounding touches whenever in the presence of others.
The touch she goes for the most is tracing her fingertips over your features & taking a deep breath as she feels your heartbeat—the others have long learned to never bother her when touching you.
girlfriend!toph is an entirely different story in private; while she rarely seeks out affection, the moment she feels your touch, she melts—leaning into your touch, carefully reciprocating & relaxing.
There's only been one instance of your friends catching her being so vulnerable with you, and she's been extra careful to protect the sanctity of keeping private moments private
girlfriend!toph finds it peaceful when she lies in bed with you & you take turns whispering how your days went, taking turns with kissing each other's skin and scratching your backs.
It's always so soothing to feel her strong hands massaging your tense muscles while you're grumbling about a shitty day, and it's always so calming for her to be there for you.
girlfriend!toph has better muscles than most men, and she's well aware of it; it doesn't matter that she's short when it's easily made up for in her biceps—whether it's wrapping them around you at night, carrying you, or just letting you toy with them, she loves to show them off.
It's so gentle how she'll touch you, even with her arms anchored around your thighs or her bicep shoved to your lips to let you kiss her skin.
girlfriend!toph likes to take you outside and guide you to sit with her, carefully describing how the earth feels beneath her feet & how serene it is to just exist in the dirt sometimes—and how comfortable it feels to have you with her.
Something about holding hands with you, breathing, and sharing the peace she feels when one with the earth is so intimate she'll crave it sometimes.
girlfriend!toph lets you touch her hair. Brushing it, tying it up, braiding it, and toying with it. Every time you ask to mess with her hair, she'll grudgingly sit there and let you do whatever you want.
Even though she can't see what you've done, she'll touch over her hair and assure that it 'feels as pretty' as you said it looked.
girlfriend!toph will get very annoyed whenever one of her friends tries to guide her around, though whenever it's your hand clasping hers. Not tugging, not pulling, just holding on.
Though if anyone took her being okay with you doing it as they could, she'd go for their head.
girlfriend!toph is very protective of you. Even though she's well aware you can handle yourself, if she has the chance to defend your honor, she'll go all in, crass words, fists clenched, and threatening.
Not much gets her pissed, but insulting or being rude to you is the quickest way to get there.
girlfriend!toph hates it whenever her friends catch her being mushy. It's happened far too many times for her liking; a blush dusts her cheeks, & she'll groan whenever she hears the teasing starting from Sokka's lips.
Though that doesn't stop her from risking the occasional intimate moment, resting her head against your chest, kissing your hand, and using affectionate words that the entire gang has heard.
It never fails to surprise them how soft she is with you, though, no matter how many times they've witnessed it.
a/n: I reaaallllly hope I’ve described the positions in a way that’s understandable
Something that Ambessa always preached:
Pain is the best motivation.
This could mean something different depending on the context and who’s saying it. Lucky for you though, Ambessa didn’t let you confuse the context. In fact, she used it as a constant reminder to behave yourself. She was patient, yes. But you had a knack for testing that, a talent for getting under her skin.
She’s stated before, ‘if you want harsher treatment in bed you do not have to act out in order to get that, just tell me and I will fulfil your wishes.’ But that’s boring, it doesn’t count if you have to ask for it, it’s not… authentic.
Unfortunately, you were very bad at keeping up the attitude after she gives you your first warning. That’s the price you pay for marrying such an intimidating woman. The speed at which she gets you to drop whatever fake attitude you have is impressive, she prides herself on the fact that the last time something like this had happened was nearly a year ago. Proving to her that it had a lasting effect on you. Therefore, steering you away from making the same decisions that got you there previously.
Originally, it took her a while to keep you in a constant obedient mood. But now? Well that’s a completely different story. You two had been together for years, so by present day keeping on her good side came very easy. Ambessa rewarded obedience and ignored disobedience altogether. She didn’t spare you single glance when you decided to push her, eventually it got through to you. And, if necessary and if you continue, you give her no choice but to put you through treatment that would definitely leave a mark. Mentally and physically.
But what about when you start craving that mean side of her again? What if you don’t want to ask her to be rougher? What if you want her disappointment and wrath to be genuine? There’s no way to tell her that and truely get what you want. And you believe that, deep down, she wants you to test her. Actually, you’re convicted that she enjoys making you cry. And honestly, you enjoy crying for her. It’s a perfect match.
Well, you’ve made up your mind.
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“No- nonono, ‘bessa please!”
You take a sharp breath in as she basically throws you on the bed from your place over her shoulder—that she has tossed you over after you decided to humiliate her during a council meeting. Stating, in front of everyone, that you would ‘appreciate if this sped up, as I would like alone time with my wife in our chambers’. If your incessant nagging for her attention wasn’t enough to get you what you want, then that sure was.
The walk back to your room was slow, it felt like the hallways were growing longer as she trudged down them. At first you were excited, a giddy feeling building in your stomach as you pictured all the way she was going to fuck you senseless. That feeling only heightening as you hear her take her belt off, but the sound of the button and zip coming undone never came.
You thought nothing of it at first.
“What have I told you? If you wish to be handled in a harsh manner, speak up.” Her tone lacked the normal softness it came with whenever this topic was brought up.
Your heart dropped when you felt the cool leather of her belt on the back of your thighs, eye widening as you realise what you gotten your self into.
So now, here you are, looking up at her as she holds her belt in one hand.
“Turn around,” gesturing with her finger to spin around onto your stomach.
“Wait- wait, I’ll take anything else ‘bessa, please.”
Her sharp eyes linger on your face, you spot no change in her expression. She didn’t repeat herself. So you turn around, wishing you never did this in the first place.
You feel her hands on your hips, suddenly yanking you towards her so your legs are dangling off the tall bed. She gets on the bed as well, you turn to look when you feel a dip next to your head. She doesn’t let that happen, she grabs your hair and turns your head back around so you are facing away from her. She places her calf in the middle of your back, keeping you completely immobile.
You brace yourself as you hear the swing of the belt cutting through the room, you heard it before you felt it. Just like how putting your hand under running hot water elicits a slight delayed reaction, but when you do feel it, it’s unbearable. This was just like that; excruciating. Your mouth falls open with a scream, turning your head so it’s somewhat muffled by the bed.
The pain was blinding and yet you couldn’t stop arousal from pooling in your abdomen, the way she could so easily ruin you made you hot.
“O- one,” your voice was so small and quiet she barely heard it.
“There’s no need to count, don’t bother getting your hopes up.”
“Wh-”
“You wanted my attention? Now you have it. This is what you wanted, no?”
She doesn’t let you answer before she brings the belt down again, right over the same spot. Instinctively, you reach down to cover your ass with your hand. She grabs it and twists it, not in a painful way, just so she can quickly lift up her knee and put your hand under her leg as well. The sob that leaves you makes the corner of her mouth turn up slightly.
It doesn’t go on much longer, five more minutes at most. She stopped not long after you started choking on your own spit, leaving wet marks on the sheets. Neither of you could tell if it was tears, snot, or saliva. Your ass was covered in welts, throbbing painfully every second. You flinched when you felt her hand caressing the marks, scared she might continue with her hand which you dreaded more than the belt. Instead, she just glides her hand over them, as if she’s taking in a work of art.
Lifting up her knee, you could finally move around again. You turn onto your back, wincing as you put pressure on your ass, to see that she’d already picked out your favourite toy. It was a simple pink wand but it got the job done faster than any other vibrator ever had. Her hand was on you in seconds, trailing down your torso, causing goosebumps to rise all over your body. She manoeuvred you so she was able to lay down in front of you on the bed, turning on the toy as she did.
“You’re not cumming.”
What.
What?
“Wh- huh? No, what? You don’t-”
“I know I don’t normally do that, but you keep doing this. So, I’ll change my methods.”
Her voice so low and mean, there wasn’t any hint of sarcasm in her tone. You plead with your eyes, giving her the sweetest look you can muster up. It doesn’t work. She gives you a bored look and glances down, taking more of an interest with the mess you’ve already made on the sheets.
“Wet from the belt? I thought you didn’t like it?” Raising her eyebrow as she stares up at you. Chuckling when you turn your head to the side, embarrassed to admit what you both already knew.
All of a sudden, you feel the vibrations of the toy on your inner thigh. She moves it slowly, teasing you, enjoying the way you clench around nothing whenever the vibe went over an erogenous zone. Wetting her thumb with her own saliva, she rubs slow circles on your clit. Painfully slow. She pulls the hood of your clit up and places the vibrator on the nub in one swift motion, pressing down the perfect amount.
It was heavenly, and as she circled your swollen clit with the toy it only felt better. Your lower stomach started to clench on its own, you could feel the pleasure in the tips of your toes. It was slowly making its way up your legs, creeping its way up body. Pleasure consumed you, completely forgetting what she had said previously.
And then, as fast as it came, it left once more. You were right on the edge, so the sudden halt of her movements made your legs jar. She discarded the toy on the bed, rubbing your thighs lovingly with her big hands. You sighed in disappointment, you’ve never enjoyed this.
“I told yo-”
“I know, I just forgot,” the attitude in your voice was not appreciated, you just couldn’t find it in yourself to care.
“Do not speak to me with such disdain, I warned you before and you chose not to listen. You wouldn’t be in this situation if you did.”
She looked at you, her expression dark, expecting. Expecting a response, surprised when she doesn’t get one.
“Apologise,” you wanted so badly to hold onto any pride you had, to defy her, but you couldn’t deny the way your stomach turned with desire at her authoritative tone. “Now.”
“Sorry.”
“What was that?”
“I’m sorry for the attitude.”
A small ‘mm’ of approval could be heard from her.
Vibrator back on your sensitive clit, she pushed it against you slightly harder this time, forcing a moan out of you. That euphoric feeling bubbled up inside you so much faster this time, and it didn’t help when Ambessa pushed two fingers into you. She wasn’t moving them, just keeping them warm. You reach down to hold her wrist, not tightly, just holding it. At first, she thought you were trying to keeping her in place. But when she took the toy away you didn’t fight back, you just let your orgasm fizzle out, grimacing at the uncomfortable feeling.
That’s when she started moving her fingers, slowly in and out of your sodden pussy. Her eyes were locked on your pussy as she watched you cream around her fingers, painting the base of them with a white circle.
“Ohhhh, that feels good, doesn’t it? Hmm?”
You nod your head rapidly, mouth falling open as she uses her thumb to draw patterns on your clit.
“Please let-”
“Uhuhuh, no. You know that answer,”
“Please ‘bessa! It feels so- ohmygod, pleeeaase ‘bessa,” your begs were like music to her ears, she couldn’t get enough of them. But… she made you a promise, she was going to keep it.
“No,” she took away her thumb and removed her fingers, licking them clean.
She laughed softly at the groan of frustration you let out, sitting up and placing the pink wand on the bench next to the bed.
“Up you get,” outstretching her hand for you to grab onto.
“Please?”
“Up, sweetheart.”
You crawl over to her and she lifts you up into her arms, embracing you.
“Do not ever embarrass me in front of my council again. If you want something, be patient and ask,” you nod against the crook of her neck, “good girl.”
hope u guys enjoyed!! really sorry for the inactivity recently, i got a second job about a month ago so i’ve been so busy😔
sevika on her first day as a vampire hunter: this shi is easy lol
sevika on her first night as a vampire hunter: oh no
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saw the inspo earlier and now i’m lwk wanting to make a vampire!reader x vamphunter!sevika fic spam ur thoughts and ideas in comments pls i gotta use this as motivation to get through midterm season 😭💔
