⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ it's obvious how bunny and sae are rivals… their current competition? who pleasures you, sae’s “cute little girlfriend”, the best
sae doesn’t know why he agreed in the first place; the moment he brought it up to someone who wasn’t bunny, that he had a girlfriend, bunny just had to intervene, saying “she’s out of your league,” in the most annoying tone. sure, sae was annoyed, but thinking about the fact you were going to have a date later on cheered him up.
then one thing turned into another, and he suddenly found himself competing with bunny to see who would make you cum harder, faster. so there you were—in between your boyfriend and his biggest rival.
"mmph sae...baby, you feel so good—!" you gasped, loving the way sae was feeling up on you. his arms were around your waist as your back was further pushed against his muscular chest. quiet, low moans slipped from your boyfriend's lips the faster he fucked you on his lap. your hips rolled against sae's as his cock pistoned into you and pummeled your g-spot with ease the more bunny made his presence noticeable.
"damn itoshi, what a cute little girlfriend you have there." your eyes narrowed at bunny, standing in front of you with his arms crossed and an evident tent in his boxers. sae scoffed before grabbing your chin with his free hand and kissing you intensely like he had something to prove, all the while his cock disappeared in and out of your cunt, clamping down.
“i’d brag about her too with the way she’s so pretty taking cock.”
to see your boyfriend so mad…you couldn’t lie about the fact that it turned you on.
sae was usually sensual, gentle even, but now? it felt almost exhibitionist to be fucking like bunnies (no pun intended) in front of his biggest rival.
his nimble, slim hand grabbed at one of your breasts, his index and thumb rubbing your nipples and feeling the supple skin as he continued kissing you, and when you let go, you felt delirious.
“‘m gonna cum, sae—fuck, you make me feel so good!” your voice hit an octave you didn’t even think was possible, the more your boyfriend’s cock hit your g-spot in the specific way he had you.
“come undone for me, lovely,” he groaned, holding eye contact with bunny as his pace quickened and the tighter he held you as you bounced on his cock vigorously. “yeah, baby; such a good girl for me, yeah?”
you said his name as if it was a prayer, feeling your cunt twitch against his cock and your skin becoming feverish and slippery the more you moved yourself on him. his wet thrusts became sloppier—more erotic, and you felt white covering your vision and a scream escaping your lips as your arousal gushed out around his cock as ropes of his cum filled you after.
you felt your legs shake, your cunt swollen and filled in an instant, and your tears blurring your vision as your breathing was attempting to slow down. sae was gentle, lifting you from him onto the cum-soaked sheets.
you turned your head slowly, looking at bunny, who let out a light laugh at your pathetic sight. "quítate [get off] ; my turn now."
your chest heaved up and down, your lashes batting continuously and hole twitching in anticipation and post-orgasmic relief. your hooded eyes followed him walking towards the bed and taking off his shirt smoothly.
“hi baby, think you can be a good girl for me too?” bunny mused, his hand resting on your sore hip and his thumb rubbing your soft skin.
the bed was weighed down by your head, and you looked up to see sae, holding his still-hard cock in his hands and rubbing it slowly. your voice squeaked ever so slightly as sae caressed your face so gently. your lips brushed his angry, leaking mushroom tip as you took it in your mouth, the salty taste of his pre greeting your tongue.
meanwhile, bunny grabbed at you with such force, you knew you were going to have bruises. you exhaled sharply as you felt bunny tease your slit with his erect cock already dripping in pre-cum and your arousal. it was mean...rough, even; it was the complete opposite of sae, whose breathing became shaky again the moment your mouth suctioned onto his sensitive cockhead. your cunt twitched—it ached—for bunny to do something; you almost felt like you were betraying sae.
you whined on his tip, the more bunny’s touches became borderline torturous; intentional. his thumb pressed on your clit roughly and rubbed it in slow circles.
“muñequita, no jodas. por qué escondes esos sonidos tan bonitos que hiciste para el..?" [dollface, stop joking. why hide those pretty sounds you made for him?]
bunny looked up at sae, whose expression was grim and nothing short of pissed off, and slammed into your tight cunt in one squelch!
you screamed and let out a stretched out, muffled moan; the vibrations coming from your throat and your sudden movement caused sae to gasp a little. you grabbed his cock as you licked his shaft and attempted to deep-throat him.
it was downright deplorable, but sae couldn't help but keep staring at the way your cunt swallowed his rival's dick; the way a little bump formed at your abdomen with every harsh thrust and with the way he could hear his cum being pushed back into your pussy. jesus, it was almost hot.
he looked down at your face—your stupid little expression of ecstasy and overstimulation, the more bunny fucked you dumb with literal tears forming in your eyes. it was stupid, but he couldn't deny how hard his cock was getting with your lewd face and the fast way you sucked him off.
“fuuuuck, baby. you gonna come? come around my fucking cock, yeah?” bunny laughed sardonically as his hands roamed on your body and stopped at your breasts. he pinched your nipples hard, eliciting a muffled cry from you. "damn it, preciosa, your legs are fucking shaking."
every word uttered from bunny's lips resembled mockery, and you couldn't get enough. he was like a double entendre, with his sweet honey-like tone, yet the cold and humiliating underlying effect it had on you. "'m gonna c'm—mmph!"
"yeah, preciosa?" [precious] he teased, pushing on your abdomen with one hand and rubbing your clit with the other roughly. "c'mon, baby..."
your choked sobs heightened, and you felt your legs shake as your arousal gushed out of you in a way that you never had done before, all the while bunny continued at his relentless pace that was pushing the bed's headboard onto the wall in a rough fashion. at this point, both men were moving insane, and you could feel them getting close. despite your tears blurring your vision, you could see how sae's balls tensed, how his expression and arms were stiff, and could taste the salty pungency of his cum in your mouth, forcing you to swallow.
your breathing was labored, and your stomach felt hot with ropes of bunny's cum landing on your flushed, bruised skin. you felt your legs still shake and cum still dripping out from your hole.
meanwhile, sae glared at bunny, his face contorting into a deep scowl at the sound of bunny's quiet mocking laughter. "get the fuck out."
bunny smiled, "i knew i would win, anyway!" he put his shirt back on and whistled at you. "let me know when you want some real pleasure again, muñequita, and not some—what do you say? tepid dick."
“I think I’ve loved you since I met you. I just mistook it for curiosity.” —Alice Oseman, Solitaire
𖨠──··· ONESHOT ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ 🦋 ་༘࿐
╰┈➤Pairing: Toph x reader
a/n: I’m having a bad strike where I don’t like anything I write, sorry if I’m not been very active lately. My writing is definitely not great this days.
Summary: She really wants to marry you.
wc: 1.4K
Contains: fluff, soft kisses, PDA(I think), soft Toph, mentions of marriage, bad writing.
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Toph was lying on your chest, listening to your heartbeat. She'd been doing that quite a bit lately. Not because you were sick and near death or anything, but because she liked feeling you close. Not just by touch, but in a way that was a little bit more intimate, close, and intangible.
Her blindness gave her abilities and intensified her senses. Hearing people's heartbeats was completely normal and something she was used to, but your heart had always been special to her. She liked the way it beat, even though your heart beat exactly like everyone else's; she'd always argue with that fact.
Your heartbeat was special.
Toph sighed. She felt rested, despite only lying on your chest and not having slept at all in the last few hours. Maybe she'd even take a nap now. It was the perfect day for it.
Your hands in her hair only relaxed her further and encouraged her to make that fantasy of falling into Morpheus's arms a reality.
"Have you ever thought about marriage?"
That was all it took to fully rouse her. Almost as if a lightning bolt had suddenly struck, startling her and causing any trace of relaxation to leave her body.
But what was that question? Was it a hint or just a question thrown into the air?
It didn't seem serious; your heart rate remained the same. It was almost as if the question itself didn't matter to you, nor did the answer. Perhaps a simple way to make conversation... however strange it seemed.
Still, she didn't want to get her hopes up. Toph had to be careful with these things, especially with you.
Not always, but you've had your moments when you've managed to trick her with your sudden questions. She has managed to annoy you without even knowing why.
"No...?" she murmured hesitantly.
You made a sound and she felt you shrug, but you didn't say anything else. Which only confused her more. Why would you ask such a thing and not continue the conversation?
Understanding you, wasn't exactly easy. Especially when she couldn't see your face and relied solely on her senses, which also didn't detect anything unusual.
"Did you?" she asked tentatively, trying to get somewhere with this conversation.
She refused to leave it hanging; you had brought it up, now she wanted to know.
There was silence before you answered, but it wasn't awkward. Which Toph knew because there was no heaviness spoiling the beautiful moment you two were sharing, and because it was the first time your heartbeat had changed.
But it wasn't for the worse. In fact, you were still just as relaxed, but as if you were hesitant to offer the answer, and at the same time, it seemed like a nostalgic heartbeat.
"The truth is, yes." You finally said. Toph nodded, encouraging you to continue. A heartbeat like that didn't have such a short answer. "It was something I dreamed about when I was little."
"You don't anymore?" the dark-haired woman asked curiously.
She was curious if you were smiling, and her heart skipped a beat at the thought that you were.
There were so many things she hated about being blind, but if she had to choose the worst of all, it was the fact that she could never truly know you. There would always be things she would choose to believe. Empty memories, devoid of any real structure.
The truth was, she wanted to have everything about you in her memory. A portrait of your face etched in her mind. She wanted to know so much, and it saddened her that she couldn't.
At that moment, you touched her chin, her eyes opened, and instinctively, she turned toward you. Yet the same darkness still enveloped her.
"What are you thinking about, Toph?" you murmured gently.
She took your hand, but avoided answering the question.
She felt your lips touch her forehead, and hot blood rushed to her cheeks, betraying all her shame. It was a shame, because she wasn't gentle and tender. Much less calm, but you softened her heart.
The sound of your laughter was worth any pain.
"Don't avoid my question," the woman complained with feigned suspicion.
She heard you sigh and felt your body relax again. She had a faint feeling you nodded, but she couldn't be sure.
"I guess so," you finally replied.
"You guess?" she asked curiously.
"Well... you don't want to, do you? You've never seemed particularly interested," you said. There was no malice or hidden meaning.
It was a simple observation that meant exactly what you saint. Even so, Toph wanted to believe there was something you were hiding behind those words.
Behind everything you said. She always tried to believe there was something deeper to consider, something to take into account.
You were special, and she wanted to make you feel that way all the time.
To make you understand how she saw you, since she would never be physically able to do so.
"Anyway, it's not something I need," you added without waiting for a response. "I don't need it. I just want to be with you."
You leaned in again, but this time you kissed her, and Toph smiled affectionately. It was a tender and sweet kiss. One of those kisses that makes you want to stop time and stay in that moment forever.
The girl sighed in relief and touched your cheek affectionately.
"We're fine like this," you said.
"But do you want to?" she insisted.
"I'd love to," you replied without hesitation. "The truth is, the idea excites me," you whispered sweetly.
Toph sat up straight, leaving the comfort of your chest, and shrugged with a smile.
"Then let's get married."
Your heart seemed to leap, and truthfully, hers was racing just as fast. It might be crazy, but... she was sure of the proposal she was making.
Whether you got married or not, it didn't matter to her at all.
The idea of marrying you made her happy, and if you were excited about it, well... it made sense, right? You should do it if they wanted to.
She heard you sighed, but also heard that soft laugh of yours.
"Toph—... now?" you asked incredulously.
"Surely somewhere will accept us, how does this work?"
"I don't know, Toph." You replied, laughing, as she got out of bed. "What are you doing?"
"I want to marry you, y/n." She said, suddenly excited.
"You've never wanted to get married, Toph. We don't have to get married just because I want to. I'm fine like this." You replied simply and settled back down on the bed. "Come on, lie down."
The woman groaned softly before lying back down on your chest. She kissed your neck affectionately and snuggled up to you.
"I wouldn't mind marrying you," she said, her eyes now closed. "Now, tomorrow. Whenever you want."
"But you've never wanted to. What's with this sudden desire?" you asked curiously.
"I've never been interested, but we're already together. Why wouldn't I want to marry you? I have everything with you, but let's be selfish. Let's have a little more." Toph murmured sweetly.
And even though there was silence, your heart betrayed everything you didn't say. Toph knew what she'd just said made you happy and she was glad to know it pleased you.
She was happy to think about a future with you, with or without a wedding.
And even though she hadn't said it out loud, the thought of marrying you was starting to excite her.
"Toph..." she heard you murmur.
"Yes?"
For a moment, she thought you weren't going to say anything else; your lack of response and the length of the silence only suggested that, but you never failed to surprise her. It was one of the reasons she'd fallen in love with you in the first place.
"We're going to get married."
That's what you said, and she couldn't have been happier.
Toph smiled with excitement. In fact, no... she was excited like a little girl who'd just been given candy. Almost as if she'd been waiting all this time to marry you.
She kissed you in a fit of euphoria and let out a joyful sound before standing up as she heard you laugh.
"Come on, come on," the woman said, and felt your bare feet touch the ground after a moment.
She was ready.
You were getting married and she couldn’t wait to make you her wife.
Toph can top you. And that's what she set out to do tonight. Your fingers set to pull the sheets off the bed as her hands held your hips up to her face. She was licking your clit and humming at every beautiful moan that left your lips at the stimulation between your thighs. Her thumbs rubbing soothing circles on your inner thighs and she can feel your legs shaking slightly as she continues to lick and suck your clit.
Toph brings one hand up to rub your clit while her tongue slides inside you, the dual stimulation building the tension in your core. Her free hand reaches up to your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple before she lightly squeezes it. She loves to feel you.
She moans against your clit, the vibration sending shockwaves through your body as she sucks harder on the sensitive bundle of nerves, while her fingers slide to pump inside you. She pulls her lips away for a moment "Let go, baby... cum for me," she hummed softly.
Your back arches off the bed as you cry out her name, your orgasm crashing over you in waves. She keeps licking and sucking gently through it, drawing out every last shudder until your thighs tremble too much to hold them open.
"That's my good girl…” she drawls. Toph sits up, wiping her glossy face with the back of her hand, "I love it when you cum for me.”
𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: They gave you a name. Toph Beifong. The mission was simple: earn her trust, wait for the right moment, and dispose of the heir before the next full moon.
Simple things have a way of becoming impossible.
𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩: enemies to lovers-ish, assassin!reader, modern au, slow burn.
“They told me the Beifong heir would be difficult to kill.
They never warned me she would be impossible to hate.”
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You arrived at the marketplace just before dawn to receive your next mission. You had been Shopkeeper’s best assassin, which is why you wouldn’t be surprised that you’d gotten a hard mission. Kill the Beifong heir. You gasped as you realized the woman was only around your age. You reminded yourself that it didn’t matter, someone wanted her dead.
“The client expects her to be dead by the next full moon, the quicker the better.” Shopkeeper interrupted, knocking you back into reality. He turned around to face you, his gentle smile making the corners of his eyes crinkle. “I’m sure you won’t disappoint, [reader]” You nodded and murmured a small thank you and went on your way.
You looked over the file Shopkeeper gave you while waiting for the train. Your target’s name was Toph Beifong, a blind woman in her mid twenties and the successor of the Beifong industries. Your job was to become Toph’s bodyguard, gain her trust, then do her in. You’ve dealt with worse, right?
The file had pages upon pages of information about Toph. Her favorite restaurants, daily schedules, allergies, emergency contacts, and loads more. By now, you practically knew her like the back of your hand and you haven’t even met her yet.
The train lurched to a stop and you shoved your papers in your bag as the train rolled into the station. You stepped on the ground, blending into the morning crowd. Businessmen rushed past with coffees in hand, students hurried toward the exits, and the distant announcement of another arriving train echoed overhead.
Across the street was your destination, Beifong Industries pierced the skyline.
You stepped into the lobby, the sharp scent of lemon and bleach hit you immediately, the place was spotless. Every inch of marble practically glimmering in the morning light.
A receptionist looked up from her desk. She was a rather small woman, short brown hair, freckles planted all over her cheeks. Her name tag read Lizzie. “Can I help you?” Lizzie asked, her smile warm and inviting.
You slipped your fake I.D. across the counter, not bothering to return the smile. “I’m here for Miss Beifong.”
Lizzie glanced down at the card before her expression brightened."Oh! You're the new bodyguard." She reached for the phone. "I'll let Mr. and Mrs. Beifong know you've arrived." You resisted the urge to correct her.
You weren't here to protect Toph Beifong.
You were here to kill her.
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a/n: this is my very first fanfiction!! ik it’s a little short but I didn’t know what to write. if my grammar isn’t the best or the timeline doesn’t make sense js know I tried my best!! also did we peep the spy family ref? ^^
MDNI, 18+ only | toph x reader, fem!reader, earthbender!reader, wlw, biting, cunnilingus (reader receiving), fingering, top!toph, dom!toph, aftercare, porn with minimal plot
words: 2.07k
lowercase intended, kind of proofread
synopsis: toph and you get in a spat about the teaching of your students. smut ensues.
a/n: my first time actually finishing smut lol i’m kinda nervy, be nice to me pls. !!requests are open!! (but be warned smut takes me forever to write)
you tended to take a softer approach with your students at the metalbending academy than toph did. she was a harsh teacher, relying on the age old technique of laying her students down flat to teach them how to defend themselves. you, on the other hand, liked to teach them defensive maneuvers while gently encouraging them as they shaped the metal to their will.
after she finished sparring with a group of students, she stood on top of the pile of their bodies she had created, bound together by metal. “i’m the greatest earthbender in the world!”
she hopped down and you flicked your hand in the students’ direction, unbinding them from their jumbled restraints. “you guys did a really good job today,” you assured them as they rubbed their aching joints with dejected looks. “we’ll start back in the morning on the defensive maneuvers.”
across the courtyard, toph unwound her wrists of the bandages that firmly covered her wrists. “i wasn’t done with them.”
you gave her a skeptical look she couldn’t see. “you were standing on them,” you pointed out. “i think they’d had enough.”
“i’ll decide when *my* students are finished training,” she shot back at you. she hoisted her training bag over her shoulder and stalked off.
“well, maybe that’s why none of them can bend to save their lives!” you shouted behind her frustratedly, mouthing a silent ‘sorry’ to penga after, who looked back at you with a hurt look.
during the war, you and toph had an easy friendship. you were unworried about jobs or parents, and were in fact two girls freely traveling the world with your friends. but ever since you agreed to help her “wrangle” her students and accepted the assistant instructor position at her academy, things had tensed between you.
you let out an annoyed huff and gathered your things from the courtyard. you dropped them off in your room in the instructor’s quarters and grabbed your towel off the hook on the back of the door. you stomped to the bathhouse the sat behind the academy, replaying your interaction; toph’s terse tone and how she never even turned to face you. you peeled off your clothes and sunk into the steaming water of the bath.
the hot water worked out the knots in your muscles and washed away the exhaustion from the day. you closed your eyes and leaned your head back against the edge of the large stone pool you rested in. the water felt charged, as if katara was there, channeling the power of the spirits through the water and healing every ache and pain your body carried.
it felt so good that you almost didn’t hear the door to the bathhouse open. your head snapped up as you rushed to cover your bare breasts with your arm. when you realized it was toph you allowed your hand to fall. it’s not like she could them anyways, you thought.
“um, hello? i’m in here,” you said, snapping your fingers as you spoke.
she shrugged. “i didn’t know you were in here.”
“right, like i believe that,” you said, rolling your eyes. “i’m willing to wager that you sensed me coming in here, and you just want to make a point.”
she hummed and started unclasping her belt. “and what point would that be?” she asked.
you shrugged. “that you can still stand you be around me.”
toph pulled off her tunic, and your gaze trailed over her chiseled abdomen and bare arms. “i never said i couldn’t stand to be around you.”
“not in so many words,” you replied tersely. you watched as she removed her pants and then put your lust aside as realization set in. “you’re not seriously getting in while i’m still in here, are you?”
she shrugged and reached behind her back to undo the clasp of her bandeau. you watched, eyes wide and jaw slack, as her full breasts fell free of the constraining undergarment. “we’re both adults, aren’t we?”
you leaned your head back, intent on not being a pervert as she stripped herself of her underwear and dipped into the water. you ignored, or tried to at least, the warmth that pooled between your legs.
“why do you insist on torturing me?” you asked, pressing your eyes closed and willing yourself to ignore the way your heart stuttered.
toph sat down a few feet away from you, but neither of you were oblivious to the electric current that seemed to consume the distance.
“why do you insist on undermining my authority?” she fired back sharply. “this whole good cop bad cop act is seriously annoying, y/n.”
you scoffed. “come on. you, a cop? i was going more for a teacher and ruthless conqueror motif.”
toph smiles crookedly at that. “i haven’t conquered everything,” she says, and you don’t miss the uneven quirking of her lips as she waits for your response.
you blink dumbly. maybe you weren’t oblivious to the electrical feeling between you and toph, but you were completely oblivious to whatever she meant by that.
“you haven’t conquered anything,” you ventured to correct her.
she shrugged, her massive arms rippling the water, a smug grin on her face. “a few girls in yu dao might disagree.”
your face twisted in confusion, then morphed into realization as it sunk in what toph had said. “don’t say that, it’s crass.”
“but true,” toph said, biting her lip and closing her eyes, head lolling back like she was fondly remembering the girls in yu dao. “and there’s something… someone i’ve yet to conquer.”
you shifted nervously. sure, you had thought about toph fucking you like this before late at night when it was just you and your own fingers toying with your clit. you imagined that she would drop you roughly onto your bed and force your legs apart, her fingers digging into your knees in such a way that was sure to leave behind bruises on your skin as she dove into your dripping pussy. but it was one thing to imagine fucking her than her saying she wanted to fuck you while you were both naked and slick with your shared bath water.
when your breathing hitched and your puke quickened, toph moved toward you. your legs parted if their own accord under the water and she stood squarely between them. her tits were level with your eyes and you greedily drank in her supple appearance before her lips crashed down on yours in a possessive kiss.
she bit down on your bottom lip and you whimpered as she began to drag her calloused hands over the smooth skin of your chest. when her fingers found your nipples, already hard and peaked, she laughed into your mouth. toph took your nipple and rolled it between her thumb and index finger, cataloging the way your back arched and your heart rate quickened.
toph’s other hand found its way to your hair, grasping firmly at the base of your head and tilting it back. suddenly, you regretted not taking in the sight of her body while you were talking, when you had the chance to appreciate her effortless beauty. now, as she licked the shaft of your throat and bit your collarbones, you were too stimulated to think of anything more than the slick pooling between your legs and the way her body felt against yours.
“toph i-“ you gasped.
“you what, angel?” toph asked condescendingly. “you want me to fuck you? you want me to destroy this pussy of yours?”
toph’s hand flexed around the base of your neck, momentarily choking the air out of you. you simply nodded, unable to speak. she smirked. “i’m gonna tell you what to do, since you seem to think you can get away with telling me what to do.”
you nodded eagerly, wanting to feel her mouth on your swollen, achy clit and her fingers working in and out of your core.
“good girl,” she said, pulling away from you completely. “sit up on the edge.”
you did as you were told, keeping your feet in the water, but smacking your bare ass against the warm stone of the bath. “okay.”
toph sunk back into the water and you watched the way her tits bobbed, how her hand ventured to the mound between her legs. “now touch yourself,” she instructed. “and remember, i can’t see, so i’ll need to hear you.”
you nodded dumbly and slid your fingers between your soaking wet folds, moaning at the friction. you kept your eyes focused on toph’s crooked smile and her full, bare breasts. your finger circled your clit and you moaned even louder, aching for her mouth to take your place.
“who’s in charge here?” toph asked, her tone harsh as she quietly touched herself.
“you are,” you managed to whimper. “you’re in charge, master.”
your pace quickened and you could feel yourself slipping, on the verge of cumming, but just as your pace quickened and you moaned loudly, toph’s hand firmly gripped your wrist and yanked your hand away.
“you don’t get to come yet,” toph tutted in that gravelly tone that drove you crazy. “you’re going to beg for it.”
her mouth covered yours again, kissing you possessive while her hand wove into your hair and tugged. she pulled away from you. “you think you’re so perfect, don’t you angel?”
you tried to object; to explain that just because you were kind didn’t mean you thought so highly of yourself. but before you could, three of toph’s thick, calloused fingers sunk into your opening and all you could do was let out a warbled cry.
toph roughly kneaded your breast with her free hand. she could feel every writhe of your body as she worked you over with her hands.
“you’re taking me so well, angel,” she said, a smirk playing on her lips. she quickened her pace inside you, then dipped her head and licked a languid line through your center. “mmm, you taste so good.”
her tongue flicked over your clit quickly, in short lapping motions. you cried out, your eyes closed and your head back, mouth open in a perfect ‘o’ as moans ripped from the back of your throat.
you roughly pulled her face deeper into your pussy by yanking on a fistful of your hair.
she obliged, but her strokes against your clit got slower, and her fingers stopped moving.
“please, toph. i need to… i need you,” you whimpered, still pushing her face into your pussy.
“say it,” she muttered against your clit and your back arched as the vibrations met your sensitive bud.
“make me cum, toph,” you cried out. “please master, please make me cum,” you pleaded.
she resumed her ruthless pace, fucking you with her calloused fingers and greedily sucked on your clit, like she was trying to pull all of the disobedience from this sensitive spot on your body. you wound your hand in her hair, sharply yanking it with every convulsion of your body which made toph moan against your clit, driving you over the edge.
as you came, you screamed her name loudly enough that, despite the distance between the bathhouse and the academy, most of your students could hear you. your body convulsed and twitched, and your juices pooled messily over toph’s palm as she kept sucking, determined to draw out every last tremor.
“spirits, toph!” you cried as she fingered you through your climax.
once your body relaxed, she pulled her fingers out of you with a pop. she roughly grabbed your jaw and squeezed it to open your mouth, stuffing her fingers in your mouth.
“suck,” toph instructed and you did as your were told, lapping up your cum from her fingers. she watched you as if she could actually see you. “good girl.”
toph sunk back into the water, pulling you onto her lap easily. she peppered your chest and collarbones with soft kisses, ran her fingers through your hair, traced small circles on your hips.
you giggled as toph’s fingers trailed up your spine. “what, so you make me orgasm and then you get all soft?”
“would you prefer i bent you over my leg and spanned that pretty little ass of yours?” toph asked, her sightless eyes boring into yours.
you stifled another giggle and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, which still faintly tasted like you. “maybe some other time.”
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g!p toph beifong fucking you from behind. 𖹭.ᐟ
mommy tophie fingering you while you wear a cute tail plug for her 𖹭.ᐟ
grinding on mommy toph's lap with your underwear. letting her rough hands roam over your body, exchanging kisses while she calls you her good girl. 𖹭.ᐟ
toph loves playing with your tits while you sleep. 𖹭.ᐟ
before you even realized it, toph was already mounting behind you, strapped and ready to go. 𖹭.ᐟ
close the door and open up to toph. let her eat you out. 𖹭.ᐟ
toph was just about to leave for training, but with you laying bare and your mouth licking her fingers, she changed her mind. 𖹭.ᐟ
your thighs trapped between her strong legs, all you could do was take her fingers like a good girl. 𖹭.ᐟ
content: slow burn (?? question mark), fluff, falling in love, fem!reader, brief mentions of SA/slight gore, misogyny.. i think that’s it? most of the tags are in the previous parts!!
summary: i’ll think of one later zzzzz
author’s note: a little tired so this isn’t proofread! will check for mistakes later <3 this started out nice and then.. idk.. i feel like i got sloppier around the end. i hope it isn’t too noticeable bc i still like it 😓 also going on a small break after this, you can read the post here icymi!
wc: 4.7k // prev. part here.
⤷ art creds: sleemonkv on X! — toph masterlist!
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“alright then,” toph stretches her limbs before giving you a final bow. “are you really sure you don’t want me to stay the night?”
“don’t be ridiculous,” you huff, blushing at the implication even though she didn’t mean it. “a knight can’t stay the night with a princess, and i am not in need of your assistance any longer. i have troubled you enough as is.”
she smiles, tapping your forehead with her armored finger, “my job is to be troubled by you, princess.”
you hate how unfairly sweet her tongue is, able to disarm you in a matter of seconds. “.. you.. j-just leave already!”
“if you say so.” and with that, her hand finds the top of your head to give it a gentle pat, then the heavy thudding of her steps echoes through the ridiculously huge room.
you watch her retreating figure, and a quiet panic seizes your heart.
you really, really didn’t want to be alone tonight. that was the truth, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to make her stay. she’d already done so much for you today, she deserved rest too. and the last thing you wanted right now was to indulge your spoiled whims more — you went through most of your life without help, and you weren’t about to ruin that streak now. you wouldn’t abuse her kindness simply because she offered you a hand and a shoulder to cry on.
she stops by the door, giving you a final smile before closing it after her, “good night, your highness.”
the shutting click feels so unbearably loud, piercing through the silence like a pebble through water.
you let out a shaky sigh, looking down at your lap, “.. good night.”
the night is long and restless, filled with the constant sound of the sheets rustling as you toss and turn, the awful memories plaguing your mind.
but the more that evening plays through your head, the more the man’s face gradually blurs, and toph’s seems to shine more gloriously than ever before.
you recall it all so vividly; the spurt of gushing blood, the slice of steel through the cold air, the whipping of her hair when she slid the helmet off.
she was so beautiful.
those milky eyes as white as the rising moon, her skin so soft unlike what you’d expect of a knight of her caliber, her features so pretty it felt criminal to hide them behind that hunk of metal..
but more than anything, she was so strong.
the tales of her fights served her justice, but witnessing it for yourself was a wholly different experience. in only a few seconds, the edge of her blade found the perfect spot on his neck, cutting through like it wasn’t human flesh and bone but soft fruit, his severed head rolling off on the grass in its entirety, the slice so clean for a sightless woman..
a shiver went up your spine.
so, this was toph beifong.
by the umpteenth loop of the memory, you’d almost completely forgotten what the man looked like, like he’d never existed at all. instead, toph’s face took up all your thoughts, increasing in beauty and detail each time. you curl up on your wide bed, hugging your plushie tighter, a small reluctant smile tugging at your lips as your eyes finally flutter shut.
sleep soon claims you, lulled by the repeat of toph’s honeyed words in your mind.
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you wake up at the first chirp of a robin at your window, its tiny beak poking at the glass. you’d normally huff and roll over at the unwelcome noise, but today you were more than grateful for this small bird indicating the start of a new day.
yes, it was a completely new, untainted day, for you to forget everything and start over. you get off the bed, hair as mussy as that very bird’s nest, pulling down your ridden up gown.
you reach for your small stash of seeds and berries, tucked in a corner of your closet to escape your father’s judgment, dropping a few on your hand and heading back over to your window.
you open it, the cold breeze of early autumn mornings hitting your still sleep-warm face, then you stick your palm out, watching the little hungry creature dig in and occasionally pinch your skin.
you sigh softly, your breath coming out smokey as you take in the wispy fog around the castle, the sky a soft blue.
the sun was just beginning to rise.
when your hand’s empty, you roll your eyes fondly at its relentless nipping. “that’s enough, you greedy thing. shoo.”
you give its fuzzy head a slight nudge, and it takes off to go pester someone else.
you never usually woke up this early, so your maids hadn’t come to tend to you and dress you yet. your bare feet softly pad across the floor until you reach your door, opening it slowly to confirm the emptiness of the hallways.
your head pokes out to the right, drinking in the completely unoccupied corridor; it is indeed too early for anyone else to be up. you’re about to snicker when your eyes slowly drift to the left, and a startled gasp almost leaves your lips before you quickly muffle it with your hands over your mouth.
what the hell?
a knight was stationed by your room, the tip of their sword against the ground for support as their arms rested crossed over the hilt, soft snores escaping their half-off helmet.
this was scandalous. nobody was allowed near your chambers without permission!
your features scrunched up in shock and anger, and you were about to shove them awake when you noticed the familiar curve of their lips and the tip of their nose, the bottom half of their face having slipped out of their headgear.
you squint.
“toph!?” you spit out when the realization dawns on you, and your doubts are confirmed when she stirs, her tongue darting out to moisten her dry lips. “mm.. your highness. so early..”
you blink, heart still racing from the jumpscare, watching her drowsily sheathe the blade back around her waist.
you stare at her, confused, before your face twists into a sterner frown. “toph beifong.”
she slides her helmet off, rubbing at her half-lidded eyes, “.. yes, your highness?”
“.. how long have you been here?” you ask pointedly, crossing your arms over your chest.
“i just came here, princess.” she answers casually, but her disheveled appearance does anything but aid her lies.
“did you stay here the whole night?”
“no.”
“beifong.”
“…” she scratches the back of her head, “.. uh, i like it here?”
you sigh, grabbing hold of her armored hand and pulling her into your room. “i ordered you to leave me last night.”
she hums as you shut the door behind you both, “i thought you might need me.”
“but i told you i wouldn’t,” you step over to her and give her chest a frustrated prod. “you could have gotten into a lot of trouble if someone spotted you, a knight, waiting by my chambers without permission. do you think they would assume your intentions pure?”
“but i am a woman.”
“even if!” you rub your temples, a helpless blush rising up your cheeks. “that aside, you still didn’t have to do this. i know it might not have been obvious enough yesterday, but i am a perfectly capable woman. i don’t need you to lose sleep over me, or guard me all night.”
“so stubborn,” she complains sleepily, lifting your chin with her index. “i simply wanted to guard you that night. was my presence really that unwelcome?”
“i..” you trail off, her gaze softening as she tilts her head. “tell me, princess. look me in the eyes and tell me you didn’t want my help in the slightest.”
“o-of course i didn’t.”
her thumb finds your bottom lip, tugging it down. “you’re lying. i can tell by your heartbeat.”
your mouth moves in useless shapes, before you decide on lowering your gaze and grumbling under your breath, “.. that’s not fair at all.”
her touch urges you to lift your head again, “it’s alright to ask for help, princess.”
“i know that.”
“clearly not.”
“you don’t know me.”
“i know enough. you’re too proud.”
“i don’t wanna hear that from you, of all people.”
she sighs, “i’m not trying to argue, princess. i just want you to admit that you did secretly want me to stay the night.”
“…”
“mhm?”
you huff, and she smiles at the feel of your lips puckering up into a pout under her finger. “.. just a little.”
she shrugs, “i’ll take that.”
you push her towards your bed, cheeks flushed, “yeah, yeah, whatever. just go to sleep, you must be exhausted.”
“i really am!” she groans as she falls face first into your plush pillows. “wow, these are the softest pillows i’ve ever felt in my life. you royals really go all out with everything, huh. oh,” her curious hand feels up a nearby object, which turns out to be your plushie after further inspection. her grin widens, giving it a squeeze, “aw, what’s this? princess still sleeps with children’s toys?”
“tophhh!!!” you lunge at her with a whine, trying to pry it off her grasp, face redder than ever before. “give it back!”
“no wayyy,” she laughs and you want to cry at how useless you are in front of her strong bulk, managing to keep you at bay with her left hand on your forehead alone. she coos, nuzzling it mockingly, “i wanna sleep with cute teddy too.”
“i-i hate you so much!!” you settle for grabbing a pillow and tossing it at her face, which only causes more sleepy giggles to erupt from her throat. you grab the blanket and throw it over her entire figure, “go to sleep! forever!”
“i sure will.” the thick blanket does nothing to hide the smugness in her muffled voice, “especially with this adorable.. plushie whatever thing keeping me company. mhm, puts me right to sleep. ow!”
you give her a final hit with your pillow before stomping away, embarrassed. “whatever, just sleep. and don’t make a noise, lest anyone should find you.”
her head peeks out from the blanket, “but won’t your personal attendants come in here, your highness?”
you sift through your large collection of dresses, up on your tip toes, “i’ll get ready by myself and leave before they come, so no. just be off before eleven, understood?”
…
you look back over your shoulder and bite back a snort; she was already sound asleep.
it took you several attempts and lots of cursing to finally get into all the layers of your dress without help, having only rarely done this before, and more disgruntled grunts accompanied your tedious hair styling.
you pat down your bodice, taking in every angle of your dress in the mirror, quite satisfied with the results.
the sky is brighter and your helpers will be here any minute now. you take one last glance at toph, who had kicked half the blanket off in her sleep, and your eyes rove over her armored body.
you frown.
sleeping in that had to hurt!
the clock read 7:32 AM, so you still had a little bit of time left. you lift your dress off the floor, making your way to her unmoving form.
you slowly reach for her shoulders, gently shifting her to try and find how the hell this gear came off. it never crossed your mind that you seriously had no idea how they put their armor on.
you spot the leather straps around her different joints, and your delicate fingers try working them open without waking her, and this process absolutely puts your earlier struggles to shame.
what was the deal with hard clothes today?!
“ahh..” you sigh softly, pleased when the breastplate finally comes off. you’re about to smile at your success when you realize how terrible this looks. you were undressing a sleeping woman!
you shake your head, already growing warm with fluster. hey, this was completely, totally innocent. yes, the armor had to be bugging her.
your eyes do — through no fault of your own — drift to her chest for a moment, admiring the beige linen snug against the beautiful swells, and you quickly look away in shame.
you were two women anyway, so this was not wrong, right?
and with that flimsy excuse, you allow yourself to look again. even though you were now well aware that she was a woman, this felt like even more concrete, face-slapping evidence. your gaze travels back to her unfairly pretty face, bits of saliva leaking out of her lips.
you grimace at the vulgar sight, fishing out your handkerchief to clean it up. it was not lady-like to drool so shamelessly in your sleep.
as you dab it off her cheek, a weird sense of envy settles in your chest. she didn’t have to be lady-like.
she could drool in her sleep and spar with men. lead battalions and drink lots of beer. her orders were as absolute as a man’s, with strength just as equal if not better.
she didn’t even need anyone to protect her like you did — she could do anything she wanted without the slightest fear or worry in the world.
you chew on your bottom lip. it wasn’t fair; she was everything you wished you could be.
you snap out of your thoughts, running out of time, and find the rest of the tied up knots to undo.
you finish taking off most pieces of her armor, quietly setting them under your bed to avoid any suspicious clanking, then you softly brush all the hair away from her face, some of the strands sticking with sweat.
you give her another once-over (well, a thrice-over), and your jealousy bubbles at how different her body is than yours.
the fabric is tight against thick, toned arms and legs, as opposed to your weaker figure. your whole life you had heard how muscle suited men and was utter blasphemy on women, that it emasculated them and stripped them off their natural beauty and femininity.
if that was true, then why was the woman laying before you the most beautiful girl you’d ever seen?
she didn’t look masculine at all — far from it. it felt like the very definition of womanhood rewrote itself in your head when you saw her.
she looked like the woman of your dreams.
a soft blush tints your cheeks when you realize what your thought sounds like.
erm— you meant the woman you dreamt of being, of course.
pairs of steps reach your ears from the hallway, so you quickly pull the blanket over her body once more, clutching the hem of your dress and walking off.
they’re met with you the second you go out the door. perfect timing.
you notice their mouths open in confusion, about to ask how and why you’re fully dressed up so early and without their help — but you save them the conversation by striding off briskly. “i just wanted to get ready by myself today. come now, join me for some breakfast.”
your assured tone thankfully lets nothing slide, and so they follow suit, wordlessly joining your sides.
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you spend the day sipping on your tea, strolling around the gardens to gaze at your lovely flower collection. you’d briefly joined your father for a meeting — a dreadfully boring one that had you counting the ridges of your fingertips — before politely excusing yourself. it’s not like they ever listened to your suggestions anyway, too busy gawking at the only woman in the room to care about her words.
you walk around the castle, your gown collecting some dust, when you find the knights’ training ground.
you come closer, the clashes of steel and the grunts and moans growing louder as you do, and your gaze falls on the oh so familiar silhouette fighting three men simultaneously.
mhm. so, she did wake up and successfully leave through your window without arousing suspicion.
good.
loud cackles resound through her helmet, two of the men knocked down as the tip of her sword grazes the last one’s chin, his shaky arms up in surrender. “that all you got?” she gives him a light slap with the flat surface of the blade, taking a step back. “pretty fat loss for such cocky boys. thought you could take me on if you teamed up, do you realize how stupid that sounds now?”
“yes, general beifong..” they mumble together in defeat, and a small smile tugs at your lips at the sight.
you’d been silently watching them, back pressed against the wall a few feet away from them, when her head suddenly turned your way.
you can’t see her eyes on you, hidden behind metal, but the mere acknowledgment of your presence from so far away causes your breath to slightly hitch.
once again, calloused hands find the heavy headgear, sliding it off as pools of black hair swirl and drop down her back. for the amount of times she’s done this, it’s impressive how captivated it gets you each and every time.
she calls out to you, her helmet tucked under her armpit and a furiously charming smirk plastered on her face, “is that you, your highness!?”
“y-yes!” you reply back, voice cracking at the amount of eyes on you, all the soldiers leaning and twisting to catch a glimpse of you. she beckons you closer, and while the gesture would normally offend a royal like you, you find yourself bunching up your dress as you step over the rocks, going over to her.
she brushes back her thick, sweaty hair, her stance much softer when you stand in front of her. she gives you a big grin, “come to watch me train, princess?”
the heavy, insisting gazes on you made you shift in discomfort, but you tried replying normally nonetheless. “no, i— .. i just happened to pass by.”
she hums, a sweet allure to her eager smile, “i see. did you see how great i was? how i absolutely swept the ground with these idiots? you should give it a try, princess.”
you perk up, eyes widening, before you shake your head vehemently. “i-i couldn’t. i’ve never ever held a sword like yours before.”
she leans down, pale eyes accurately set on yours, “well, do you want to?”
you’d heard that question many times in the past — but it was always mocking, condescending, rhetorical. you tensed up reflexively, but slowly relaxed when you noted no hint of sarcasm in her voice.
you blink, incredulous.
a knight scoffs from behind her, his steps loud against the ground as he comes stand next to both of you. he glares daggers into her, “what are you doing, general beifong? this is the princess. how dare you suggest she sullies her soft hands with dirty male duties? just because you’re a failure of a woman doesn’t mean you can lump our beloved king’s daughter in with you.”
your body instantly locks up in response, the words grating on your nerves like nails on a chalkboard.
you want to speak but toph beats you to it, “so, pretty princess. do you want to?”
huh?
you look at her, confused, her smile warm like he didn’t speak at all. you glance between them both, and you watch his face redden in irritation, “do not ignore me, beifong! this is foolish, even for you. you may do whatever you want, but our princess is off limits. you can’t take your selfish desires out on her just because you’re—”
“selfish desires?” she laughs, and it’s humorless. she gives him the most scathing look, “hilarious, coming from the people who want her to be nothing more than an obedient, pretty doll. drop the benevolent act.”
to that, he sneers, “you think you know better than us soldiers, who have sworn to protect our princess from all danger at the cost of our lives?”
“so have i.” she spits out. you don’t know when it happens, but the tip of her sword is already hovering over the knight’s neck, grazing it when the thick ripple of his nervous swallow travels down his throat.
she isn’t smiling anymore. “how about we hear the princess’ desires from her mouth herself, hm?”
he casts you a scornful glance, that he quickly smothers to appeal to your emotions.
she gazes back down at you, soft and sweet again, like she didn’t currently have steel pressed against flesh. “what is it, princess? your word is rule. do you want to hold a sword?”
everyone is looking at you. it feels hard to breathe when so many men are looking at you so pitifully, like they’re ranks above you even though they’re at your command, your sex making them so entitled to impose their strength and beliefs upon you, as if despite being everything they weren’t, you were still only a helpless woman in their eyes.
it stung, badly.
but when you look into toph’s eyes, so confident and reassuring, you see what you could be.
your fingers curl around your dress, and you inhale deeply, “.. i do. i want to.”
her sword is swiftly flipped in her grasp like one would twirl a pen, and she hits his chest with the hilt. hard. even with the breastplates protecting him, he staggers back and falls over.
“good job,” her armoured hand gives your head a gentle pat. “that’s the stubborn princess i know.”
under her protection, it all felt so.. easy. your eyes swept over the knights, and you couldn’t understand how you’d ever felt uneasy and scared of them before.
some begin grumbling, spitting and cussing at toph for “tainting their princess”.
her lips part open, but this time you snap first. “get out of here,” you bark at them, your heart racing a thousand miles a minute despite the brave front you were putting up. “that’s an order.”
you don’t elaborate, and you don’t need to. they can look down on you all they want, but disobeying a royal order could earn them the guillotine.
she whistles as they all sheathe their swords, departing with a slow drag of their feet.
“so strict,” she teases, ruffling your hair. “are you ready for some sword practice, your majesty?”
you let out a deep exhale you didn’t know you were holding, then you nod against her hand, which leaves your head with a small pat.
“alright then,” and with that, you watch her suddenly slash the air in front of you. you frown, puzzled, until you hear the sound of fabric ripping.
you look down, and your eyes blow wide open in surprise when half of your gown is cleanly sliced off right above your knee, the heavy silk and tulle pooling around your feet.
you squeal in embarrassment, flushing completely red as you try to cover up your bare shins with your hands. “toph!? what the hell!!!!”
she chuckles, “relax, princess. nobody’s here, and i can’t even see. you didn’t actually think you could fight with a blade in all that poofiness, did you?”
“that ‘poofiness’ costs millions, toph!”
she rolls her eyes, “oh, please. you’re the king’s daughter, why do you care about money?”
you’re about to argue back when her hands suddenly grab yours, placing her sword in them.
“ah,” you’re taken off guard by its weight, needing both hands to properly grab it. how did she swing it around so effortlessly?
you tilt it, drinking in the beauty of its forging, her name and the king’s etched into either side.
“soon,” her fingers join yours, feeling up the markings. she smiles, “your name will be here too, when i serve you through your future rule.”
you flush scarlet, embarrassed by both the excessive flattery and the unlikeliness of the scenario. your grip tightens, “i.. i probably won’t be the next ruler. i’ll most likely be married off to some other prince.”
“is that what you want?”
you stare up at her, irritated and upset at the question. “that doesn’t matter. i’m a woman, there’s nothing i can do about it.”
“that’s not my question.” she states simply, to which you scoff. “.. no, it’s obviously not.”
she silently moves behind you, and you gasp softly when her arms wrap around your waist, her fingers entwining with yours against the hilt. she breathes into your ear, “then do something about it.”
you swallow thickly, saddened eyes set on your joined grip, “i don’t know how to.”
“then learn.”
she begins moving, one hand guiding the sway of your blade, the other adjusting your stance by the hip.
“sword fighting isn’t actually about your arm strength,” a firmer press on the side of your thigh. “your whole body needs to be engaged, especially your core.”
swing.
a pat on the waist, “relax. you’re too tense.”
swing.
“your grip’s too tight, loosen your thumb and index.”
swing.
“good job, princess. don’t forget your feet.”
swing.
she lets go of your hands, satisfied with your grip, now holding both your hips. “you got it, now let’s just work on your positioning.”
you shift. “like this?”
another pat. “loosen up.. ah, not too much. there you go, good girl.”
you don’t feel the hours trickle by, unbridled joy coaxing the sweetest of giggles out of your mouth as toph trains you. the adrenaline felt so good, so unlike the peaceful knitting and the quiet gardening.
this was different.
toph seemed to relish this as much as you did, skillful hands already working you into mastering basic stances and average blade swinging. her praise might be over the top, but in the moment, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.
with bruises adorning your pretty knees for the first time, you’d never felt so free.
“much better,” she praises again, laughing with you as her arms wrap tightly around your middle. “see? you can totally do this. ruling this kingdom is gonna be just as easy.”
you chuckle, feeling her chin slot against the curve of your shoulder. “i’m pretty sure ruling over thousands of people is gonna take a little more effort than that, toph.”
she smiles, nosing your neck, “this is your calling, princess. i’ve never seen you this happy.”
she presses a light peck to the soft skin, and you immediately tense up. and you can tell that kiss wasn’t intentional because so does she.
“um,” she pulls back, and as much as you’d love to turn around and see the expression on her face, your feet are frozen in place, your cheeks burning up enough to fry three eggs on top of them.
“i—i’m sorry,” she sputters, and it’s the first time you hear her so flustered. “forgive me, your highness. i didn’t mean to do that.”
your lips purse tightly, the warmth of her kiss lingering so vividly on your neck. your blush keeps deepening and you swore you could explode.
your long silence only worries her more, unable to see you. “i’m sorry, princess. i really am. i got ahead of myself when i shouldn’t have. please, say something.”
“i—..” you stammer, red as a rose, gathering up the courage to face her.
when you do, it flusters you even more, your breath catching in your throat.
right when you thought she couldn’t get any more beautiful, she did. the gentle wind blew the black hair strands away from her face, revealing the prettiest blush and the sweetest frown.
“i’m sorry,” she repeats, bowing low. “i won’t do anything so shameless again.”
you stay quiet for a minute, eyes darting around shyly.
“.. it’s alright.” you look down at your feet, fidgeting with your fingers. “i didn’t mind it.”
you don’t know why you said that, and the silence that follows suit makes you burn even harder with embarrassment.
“oh.” she finally says, bewildered, the shock tamping down into a softer, curious heat. “is that so?”
you don’t trust yourself enough to speak, and you wished she could see you nod.
after a minute, you clear your throat, “.. yes.”
she slowly steps back into your space, “.. i see.”
your mouth has never felt so dry.
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* 10k words in 2 days isn’t for the weak, i’m FRIED
will be going on my break now, thank you for your patience! 🫶 i’ll get to your asks soon i promise :) they’re +25 so i’m just a little overwhelmed right now 😭 i’m not ignoring you lovelies!
18+ : fxf
Your girlfriend has an oral fixation, which means:
She’s always got her mouth on you. The second you’re alone, she’s pulling you close, sliding her hands under your shirt so she can latch onto your tits. She sucks on your nipples like they’re her favorite candy, slow, wet, and greedy — moaning softly while her tongue swirls and teases until you’re squirming, begging her for more.
She’ll drop to her knees without warning, shove your thighs apart, and eat your pussy for hours. She gets lost in it, tongue buried deep inside you, sucking messily on your clit, licking every drop like she can’t get enough of your taste. She’ll keep going even after you’ve come, overstimulated and shaking, because she’s not done savoring you yet.
She sucks on your fingers while you’re cuddling, or while she’s fucking you with her strap — eyes half-lidded and blissful as her lips wrap around them. She loves making out for ages too, sloppy and deep, licking into your mouth because she wants to devour you.
And it means when she’s tired but still needy, she’ll rest her head on your chest and gently suckle on your nipple for comfort, humming happily while her fingers lazily play between your legs.
She’s addicted to your body and satisfying her need with her mouth, and you’re more than happy to let her indulge.
content: 18+ nsfw modern au, fwb!toph, bimbo!reader, bitch x bitchier, scissoring, intimate sex, some fluff, reader is super pierced, ass slapping, nipple play (on both of you), praise, degradation, teasing, bit of slut shaming, strap usage, jealousy, possessive!toph, rough (revenge) sex, body marking, lowk toxic!toph.
summary: lesbian sex. then more angry lesbian sex (with a sprinkle of fluff)
author’s note: no seriously it’s 90% porn, that’s the plot. enjoy!!
wc: 5.2k // prev. part here.
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lewd moans quickly fill the room, the kisses sloppy and ridiculously wet. your grinding doesn’t stop, dragging your aching cunt over her clothed leg for friction and whimpering into her mouth at the pressure of her bouncing.
“mhm,” she nips at your bottom lip, soothing it with a swift lick, “you taste like cherries. that your lipgloss?”
you can only whimper, dazed with need when her fingers slip through the gap of your panties, unbearably slow, “come onnn..”
she grins, swallowing your desperate sounds with her tongue. “aw, to think you were acting all high and mighty just a few seconds ago.. crazy what a mess my thigh alone made of you.”
“stop speaking,” you groan, shushing her with a longer kiss. “just fuck me.”
she hums, finally reaching your dripping slit, “where are your manners?”
a shaky moan slips out of your lips when her middle and ring finger finally graze your folds, and your eyes flutter shut, your pace growing more frantic.
you lift your hips to sink down on them, but they keep slightly slipping to either side. your brows furrow in frustration at your repeated attempts, believing it to be due to your trembling or how wet and slippery you were, until you briefly catch a small smirk tugging at toph’s lips.
“toph!” you whine, nails digging into her thigh, “what the hell are you doing!?”
“nothing,” she whistles, coaxing another moan out of you when long fingers part your puffy lips open, feeling you clench around nothing. “i just think you could be more polite.”
“toph, are you serious right n—”
“never been more serious.” she cuts you off with a mocking peck to your cheek, her other hand still squeezing the fat of your tit. “go on. be good, baby. say please.”
you scoff, torn between anger and arousal, “i fucking hate you, you’re so— no no no!” you cry out, quickly grabbing her wrist when she begins to pull away.
“doesn’t sound like begging to me.”
“you— i’m gonna— ugh!” you groan loudly, trying to pull her hand back to you but it refuses to budge an inch, “why are you so— just— ugh… p-please.”
she smirks, and you hate how it gets you wetter.
“aw, there we go. such a good girl.” she coos, tauntingly patting the entirety of your pussy. the embarrassment doesn’t get to settle fully before all your thoughts are flung out of your head, a startled moan leaving your lips when she firmly flicks your clit, following it immediately with toe-curling rubs.
your eyes roll back, feeling two of her thick digits finally prod at your entrance, stretching your gummy walls as she scissors you open.
you mewl, desperately riding her hand and thigh all while her thumb deliciously presses and circles around your puffy bud.
“what the fuck,” you hear her sputter, but you’re honestly far too gone to care about what caught her attention, eyes squeezed shut as your hips roll and snap with incredible rhythm.
your eyes are forced open in surprise though, her previously busy hand leaving your breast to roughly grip your jaw. you stare at her, confused and kind of hornier at whatever the gleam in her eyes meant.
she lets out a sound between a scoff and a laugh, “fucking hell, you’re even pierced here?”
huh?
oh.
oh!
you blush, feeling her thumb fiddle with the metal above your clit, “well.. yeah.”
“and literally why would you do that?” she gives it another tap, “does it give you extra pleasure?”
“well, no.” you state matter-of-factly, slowing down your erratic finger-riding to educate her, “christina piercings are ornamental, so it doesn’t touch my clit or anything.”
she scoffs, her gaze almost demeaning, “then why?”
you hum, and she feels you spasm around her fingers. “ ‘cause it’s hot. and people’s reactions to it also turn me on.. but yours could use a little work.”
“i’m sure you slept with your piercer right after, you whore.” she spits out, to which you huff, “you’re just jealous, bitch. unlike you, i’m not some sex-crazed slut who fucks anybody who speaks to me.”
she laughs and you can hear the cockiness dripping off each of the syllables, “oh, clearly. not desperate at all, fucking the leg of a girl you met a few hours ago.”
your eye twitches and before you can argue back, svelte fingers finally plunge into your velvety walls, your garbled sounds music to her ears. she smiles filthily, “yeah, that’s right, just shut up and moan like the horny whore you are. you being angry only makes you tighter for me.”
you’d love to snap back at her, you really would. but unfortunately that would have to wait because oh my god, her fingers and disgusting mouth alone had you closer to cumming than most of your previous partners ever did.
your mouth crashes back on hers again, drool leaking out of your lips that she eagerly licks up and swallows, heavy tongue entwined with yours as your sopping cunt sucks her in like quicksand.
“mmh, take off,” you mumble dazedly between kisses, panting against her cheek. you tug at the material of her pants, “o-off, please.”
she chuckles, gaze heated, “so polite.”
her fingers continue pounding your needy pussy, her other hand coming to tug at her waistband, and you practically clench at her exposed v-line, defined like an arrow pointing to your gradually appearing prize.
your impatient hands join her useless one, pulling harder at the material and she laughs, lifting her hips to indulge you and you waste no time in discarding the fabric.
“ugh, this is uncomfortable.” she shifts, her sweat-slick thighs sticking to the chair, “need a bigger surface.”
her big hand supports your back, pulling you flush against her and you wrap your arms around her neck immediately. her other one leaves your poor, aching slit, but the promise of what’s to come makes the wait worth it as she stands up, hiking your thighs up to loop around her naked waist.
“guide me,” she murmurs, and the command is so oddly intimate your breath slightly hitches. you nod, flustered, whispering the directions into her ear.
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she drops you down on the bed with a small “oof”, and her fingers lazily hook around the sides of her panties, sliding them off so tauntingly you whimper at the sight.
she only grins, crawling over you to pry your legs open, “like what you see?”
your skirt is easily ripped in a quick move you can’t even begin to comprehend, and you whine as she busies herself between your thighs, “tophh! that skirt cost me an arm and a leg, you could have just taken it off!”
she ignores you, repeating the same thing to your damp panties, “it’s like four inches of fabric. i’ll pay you back the three dollars, jingle bells.”
you groan, “you know nothing about fashion! you just— mngh!” a dirty moan leaves your lips and so does any concern over your clothes, her fingers slipping back into you so naturally like your pussy was home.
“you’re right, i know nothing about fashion. kinda hard to when you’re blind,” she crosses your plush thigh over hers, stretching you out a little more just to hear the filthy squelch, “what i do know, though, is how to fuck a whiny ass girl like you.”
that strikes a nerve again. but your protests, once more, die on the tip of your tongue when you feel her folds smush against yours, her fingers giving way to her warm, slick pussy rutting up feverishly against your own.
you make no effort to be quiet, loudly mewling at the delicious bumping of your clits together, the grunts and moans it earns from her only heightening your arousal.
“fuck,” her voice breaks into a shaky whine, her fingers tightening around your waist as her pace increases, “fuck! so good, you’re so good. your pussy’s so sweet, so perfect. oh, so fucking good. i’m sure it must look so pretty, all soaked and dripping with my wetness and yours.”
you didn’t expect toph to be so.. vocal. taunts and degrading jokes, you expected, but this weirdly adorable display of her desperation came as a not so unwelcome shock.
if anything, the duality only served to tighten the big knot in your lower abdomen.
her voice may crack and her praise may be sweet as syrup, but the way she was fucking you was anything but.
you never knew how flexible you were until today, her hands easily manhandling you into different positions to ensure every inch of your pussy was thoroughly soaked with her slick, your hamstrings threatening to snap at the pressure of her strong palms against the back of your thighs, stretching your legs open into the worst of splits.
“mmph— tophh.. g—gonna cummmm..” you drawled, eyes rolled so far back, saliva trickling down the side of your cheek as you let her scissor you in whichever way she wanted.
the pad of her thumb would occasionally join in to add to the pressure of your swollen clit against hers, and it would send sparks of pleasure up your spine, all of it pooling deep into your gut and threatening to spill over.
“i know. i know you will,” she groans, one hand pinning your thigh to your torso while the other found your pierced nipple to roll and pinch, her rhythm unrelenting.
“come for me,” two fingers slide between where you two were joined, effortlessly sinking into your overly wet cunt, curling against your spongy spot with terrifying precision that leaves your thighs spasming and your breath knocked out of your lungs, “now.”
you don’t keep her waiting, your vision flashing white as thick gushes of cum spray over her swollen pussy. she uses the extra slick to fuck you faster, chasing her own release, your folds sticking together in a mess of arousal and slight sweat, the hot smell of sex filling the room.
when she cums soon after you, you already feel heat pooling in your stomach again at the sight of her so wrecked and spent on top of you.
her tank top had long since joined the pile of torn clothes on the floor, your eyes travelling up her bulging abs to set on her heaving, sweaty chest, pebbled nipples resting on the swells of well-toned breasts.
you made a note to ask her if she was an athlete later.
you were both panting, neither of you moving off each other yet, and you let your hands slowly slide up her abdomen to her tits. you give them a tentative squeeze, cupping the soft flesh, looking at her face to gauge her reaction.
when no refusal was uttered, your thumbs found the peaked buds, gently swiping over them to hear her breath hitch. “beautiful,” you whisper lowly, splaying your hands to fully grab them, “you’re very beautiful, toph.”
“really?” the question is just as gentle as your praise, milky eyes half lidded and set on some spot next to your ear.
“yes,” you answer without delay, one of your hands finding its way to her hair to pull her closer to you. with her chest more lowered now, you press a soft kiss to the top of her right breast, “very beautiful.”
for once, toph didn’t feel like ruining the moment with her snarkiness. she simply stayed quiet, indulging you a bit more before finally untangling your limbs and laying by your side.
she rolls over on her back, folding her flexed arms behind her head. “that was great.”
“yeah,” you turn on your side, your back facing her. “you’re good.”
“just good?” you hear the rustling of sheets behind you, then a hand soon finds the curve of your hip. “i deserve better than that, i think.”
you bite back a smile, nuzzling your pillow, “yeah yeah. you’re really good.”
“oh come on,” she shakes you by the hip, scooting closer until you feel her pout against your nape. “be honest, am i not the best sex you’ve ever had?”
the claim isn’t ridiculous, but the last thing you want to do right now is stroke her ego. you hum pensively before shrugging, “.. eh. i’ve had better.”
“you’re lying,” she barks, giving your thigh a light smack. “i can sense it.”
you sigh dramatically, rubbing the spanked spot, “jeez, toph. it’s okay! you don’t have to best for everyone. i’m sure many people think you’re the best sex they’ve ever had. don’t take it personally, it’s just a matter of preference.”
“stop lying!” she groans and you giggle, another smack landing on your ass this time. “admit it! say i’m the best sex you’ve ever had.”
you sigh again, shaking your head, “is your ego that fragile, toph? that it hangs on being someone’s best fuck? that’s a little pathetic, even for you.”
you tense in preparation for the coming spank, and then burst into laughter when it predictably arrives. she scoffs, “you’re very tickled for someone who was humping my leg like a cheap whore earlier.”
and that wipes the smile clean off your face.
you blush, rolling over to face her with a matching pout, “shut up, don’t bring that up.”
she grins, “ ‘oh, toph! please, more! give it to me, tophh! ahhh!’” you whine loudly, pushing her face off yours as she delightfully mocks your sex noises, increasing them in pitch. “fuck off! you were just as loud!”
“as loud as you?” she laughs, taking your hand off her face to smirk all up in your face, “please, i could barely hear myself over your screams and your fucking jewelry’s banging.”
you flush a deeper shade of red, “stop ittt!”
“see?” she pokes your nose, the biggest of smiles tugging at her mouth. “even outside of sex, you’re so fucking noisy.”
you huff and roll over again, refusing to face her as your hand reaches for the sheets to cover yourself. “whatever. good night.”
“but it’s not even night.”
you pinch your nose bridge, squeezing your eyes shut, “did i seriously just sleep with you?”
she chuckles, patting your hip, “and you loved every second of it. here’s to a good friendship,” she cups your face, tilting it back her way to press a kiss to your lips, “nice to meet you.”
you blink, very slowly. “.. nice to meet you too.”
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your banter eventually melted into an oddly pleasant conversation you couldn’t believe you were having with such an annoying woman. you asked each other questions, gradually finding out stuff about yourselves, which was always a nice bonding activity after scissoring a stranger!
you found out she was indeed an athlete; and a wrestler at that. it did make a lot of sense, since most of the other sports required some level of sight, while wrestling — she stated — was more hands-on and physical, hence why she excelled at it.
she even invited you to come watch sometime, to which you obviously agreed, very curious on how she fought. wasn’t her blindness still a big handicap? wasn’t it still much harder for her to predict her opponent’s moves? you were aching to see it all for yourself.
you also found out she uses a white cane, that she somehow forgot in the bus after your outburst.
“how the hell do you forget that?” you frowned, puzzled.
she shrugged, “after that scene you caused, i wanted to catch you before you disappeared, so i kind of rushed and forgot it. i had it under the seat by my feet, so i didn’t feel it.”
you huffed, “that cane is literally how you see, you can’t be that dumb.”
“it’s because i don’t use it that much,” she continued, and that piqued your attention. “i suppose it’s because i fight without it, so i also learnt to do more stuff without it from there on. i can get around my neighborhood just fine since i remember all the roads here, so i basically only use it when i go out somewhere else i’m not familiar with.”
“oh,” you nodded understandingly, then looked down. “well.. i’m sorry for making you forget it, i guess it’s kind of my fault. so allow me to pay you back for it, yeah?”
“awww, such a sweetheart. that’s so kind and generous of you. truly.” she coos, pinching your cheek.
“nevermind, i hope you fall over.”
your gaze flitted to the window, noticing the now starry dark sky. you quickly sat up, eyes widening when you saw the clock on the wall read eight pm.
you’d been talking for almost five hours?
“oh god, it’s so late. and we haven’t even showered yet, ew.” you grimace, getting off the bed to limp towards your bathroom.
she chuckles, smelling herself, “yeah, we reek.”
“you get happy about very fucking weird stuff, toph.”
after a much needed shower, you ended up suggesting for her to stay the night, finding it to be the safer option since she didn’t have her cane. to which she eagerly acquiesced, though for way less innocent motives than yours.
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as the days went by, you two proved to be a much better match than expected. she’d quickly become one of your closest friends, often crashing at each other’s places to either spill tea or get drunk — and the latter often ended in tainted sheets and melted makeup.
your ankle had gotten better too, and you could finally go back to wearing your cherished heels.
toph had just asked you to wait for her outside this shop, she told you she’d be quick and you didn’t need to follow her in, so there you were; leaning against a nearby lamp post as you absentmindedly scrolled on your phone.
after a few minutes, you were snapped out of your doomscrolling by someone poking your shoulder. you lifted your head, only for an incredibly hot woman to meet your gaze. you immediately straightened up, patting your skirt down to look more presentable.
shit, you didn’t like being caught off guard by a hot woman hitting on you.
“sorry for disturbing you,” she starts, and her voice has that low distinct rasp, just like toph’s, that never fails to make your stomach flip. she smiles, leaning down to your height, “i just wanted to tell you you’re very beautiful, you look unreal.”
“oh,” you smile back, sweet yet purposeful, “you’re too kind, thank you. you’re quite attractive yourself.”
you didn’t break eye contact, and the implied message was clear as day.
“a pretty girl like you must be taken,” she looks at the shop you’re waiting in front of, then back at you. “waiting for your partner?”
“oh, no no,” you wave your hand dismissively, stepping more into her space. “i’m just waiting for my friend. i don’t have a girlfriend.”
her smile widens, emboldened by your confirmation and your body language. her hand finds your chin, thumb swiping across your pierced lip, “i see. and do you think there’s any chance my friend over there could get your number?”
she points at some empty spot over her shoulder, and you chuckle, leaning into her touch. “totally. i think your friend’s pretty cute.”
“sweet,” she fiddles with the labret, and your glossy lips playfully pucker up to peck her finger. you notice the flicker in her expression, and of course, you know exactly what you’re doing.
she clears her throat, flustered, letting go of you to fish out her phone.
you smile and take it, long nails tapping against the screen, when a very familiar hand suddenly lands on your ass with a soft smack, giving it a rough squeeze right after.
you’d tensed for a second before groaning, resuming your typing, “tophiee, i told you to stop doing that in public. i keep thinking it’s a creep.”
“my bad,” her arm slides up to hang low around your waist, face scrunching in confusion when she senses the person in front of her. “who is this? are they bothering you?”
“not at all,” you chuckle, putting in the last digits. “she just asked for my info. she’s real smooth with it, i gotta tell you.”
“... huh. interesting.” you don’t pay attention to her grip tightening around your hip in warning, until the phone is abruptly snatched out of your hands the moment you were about to press ‘save contact’.
“sorry buddy,” she deletes the number, sightless eyes set with insane accuracy on the baffled girl in front of you. she tosses the phone at her, making her scramble to catch it in a panic, “she doesn’t have a number.”
you’re just as dumbfounded as the poor girl, who breaks the silence first. “but she was just typi—”
“chop chop.” toph cuts her off, snapping her fingers. “mhm. sorry, no can do. better luck next time. a shame, really. bye.”
you scoff at her, brows raised in shock and anger, “toph? what the fuck do you think you’re—”
“be quiet,” she glares down at you, and it’s deadly. “i’ll get to you later.”
you can’t find any hint of her usual sarcasm or her playful teasing — just a terrifying pair of teal eyes freezing you into place.
it effectively shuts you up, so she focuses back on the very unlucky soul who had the sole misfortune of crossing paths with you today. “what? just leave already.”
her eyes dart in confusion between you and toph, and you can only shamefully look down, giving her a small apologetic wave to end this humiliating interaction sooner. this was so fucking embarrassing.
“what the fuck??” is the last thing you hear from her as she walks away, and you’re genuinely just as confused as her.
when she leaves, you finally glare up at toph properly, pretty features twisted into a frustrated frown. “now, do you wanna explain whatever the hell just— ah!”
you don’t get to finish your sentence before a calloused hand wraps around your wrist, dragging you off with steps as angry as the thudding of her cane against the ground.
you stumble behind her, trying not to trip over your heels at her brisk pace. “t-toph!” you call out to her but she doesn’t answer, and you can only watch her dark hair whip in the air, a hint of fear mixing with your anger.
“toph, where are we g—”
“my place,” she cuts you off, her steps growing faster. “i forgot something.”
your brow raises, questioning. “that’s it? then why the fuck did you interfere with the girl getting my n— oof!”
she stops abruptly and your forehead bumps against her back. you rub it soothingly, “geez, toph. what’s—”
“did you want her to be your girlfriend?” she turns to face you, so close you felt her hot breath hit your cheek. “do you see yourself dating that woman?”
you blink, then you scoff, incredulous. “what? i don’t know, i just met her. i’m not really looking for a serious relationship so—”
“then what?” she spits it like venom and you flinch back. she glares deep into your eyes, “what were you being so sweet and giggly for? for sex? do i not fuck you good enough?”
you stammer, heat creeping up your cheeks. “w-what the fuck, toph?? what does that have to do with—”
“nobody can fuck you better than i do.” she doesn’t let up, invading your space further when you try to step back. “nobody, and certainly not that whore.”
okay, okay. what the hell was going on? perplexed wasn’t good enough a word to even begin to describe how utterly lost you were.
“toph, what the fuck is wrong with you today?” you manage to spit back, returning her glare. “who do you think you are, deciding who can or can’t get my number?”
“i just think it’s stupid of you to pursue sex with someone else when i’m right here.”
you throw your arms up in the air, exasperated, “what?? toph, me sleeping with you doesn’t make you entitled to mess with my love or sex life. with the way you’re speaking, it’s almost like you want me to be your girlfrien—”
“fuck no,” she barks, too quickly, brows furrowing in disgust. “not at all. i just don’t get the point.”
“and you don’t have to get it! you can just fucking suck it up.” you snap, and you immediately regret it with the way her gaze goes cold.
you let out a shaky sigh, trying to rein yourself in. “toph, what i’m trying to say is—”
“stop talking.” her grip tightens around your wrist, and the next thing you know is that you’re being pulled again, too focused on not falling over to argue back.
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you’re both panting when you get to her apartment, and while she fumbles with the key, you take the small opportunity to resume your lecture. “seriously toph, you had no right to butt in. that girl could have possibly been a great match for me. what if i did want her to eventually become my girlfriend?”
“you just said you weren’t looking,” she scoffs, the key repeatedly missing the hole.
you roll your eyes, “that’s not the point. you still can’t butt in, you never know what the future holds. it’s my life, toph.”
the door opens with a click, and it’s instantly shoved open as she barges in, her fingers around your wrist like a cuff.
you sigh, “like i said, you can’t just— mmph!” you’re interrupted by a brutal kiss, all teeth, the force of it making you stagger back until your back hits the wall.
the cane hits the floor and her hands feel you up in a frenzy, mapping out every inch of exposed skin as she sucks the very oxygen out of your lungs.
“it’s because you dress like that,” she pants against your lips between heated kisses. “you’re just begging for attention.”
she swallows the angry protests bubbling up in your throat, her tongue swiping over your palate and teeth and everything in between, and you hate that you can’t help but moan into her mouth.
“these bare legs,” she runs her hands up the back of your thighs, ditching your lips to press wet kisses on your neck, “too exposed. that’s why they hit on you.”
and once again, right when your face scrunched up in irritation, she quashes down any objections by trailing her hand up to your clothed cunt, possessively cupping it.
you uselessly mewl, heat pooling in your gut as you grind on her hand before she swiftly picks you up, taking you to her room.
how were you expected to conjure up any proper argument when this unfairly hot woman was already positioning you to her liking, wordlessly pushing your face into the pillows and adjusting the arch of your back?
“wait right here,” she whispers raspily into your ear, patting your waist to excuse herself, leaving you bent and exposed.
you huff into the pillows. what could you possibly do other than ‘wait here’?
this was ridiculous, you thought to yourself. all your arguments ended like this — unfinished, with your pussy full. you knew better than to keep letting her get away with this, thinking she can win you over by simply fucking you into oblivion and never addressing these accumulating issues.
you will stand your ground.
the bed dips under her weight, and you let out a soft moan when her hands return to your hips, lifting your skirt up.
you will stand your ground, tomorrow.
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sex with toph was always mind-blowing. but this time — on your great grandmother’s grave — you swore you felt your tailbone crack.
“t—toph!! oh my fucking— tophhh!!” you uselessly cry out, leaving sweat-damp marks on the sheets you were clinging to for dear life.
“take it,” her fingers are so tight around your hips you knew they’d bruise the next day.
she hikes them up even higher, earning a pained scream from you that quickly morphs into a pleasured string of moans, the tip of her strap striking your g-spot like a dart to a bullseye.
she leans down to take your ear between her teeth, her pounding relentless. “you’ll take it, my stupid whore. maybe this’ll remind you who this greedy pussy belongs to.”
you’d always hated claims of ownership. they irked you out to no end, and not only did you find them demeaning, they also never failed to make you feel so trapped and helpless.
but right now? with tears and drool soaking your pillows, you wanted nothing but to be thoroughly owned by her.
you don’t feel the words slip out of your mouth until they do, “y—yours. it’s all yours.”
her hips stutter for a second before she moans, loudly. her hand comes down on your ass in a sharp smack, appreciating the ripple and your startled gasp, “say it again.” it’s almost desperate, with the way she pants against your damp nape, “say it.”
you swallow your pooling saliva, “i—it belongs to you, toph.”
“does anybody else fuck you like this?” she spits against your ear with punishing thrusts against your abused walls.
you shake your head, sniffling, “n-no. nobody. mngh!”
her head had left its spot behind your nape, lifting herself up to spread your cheeks wider, and she wished she could see your creamy slick coating the pumping toy.
the wet squelches of your cunt were an auditory tease that made her yearn for sight more than anything else in the world.
with the next rough thrusts, and her hand sliding down to rub circles on your neglected clit, your eyes cross and roll back as you gush all over her strap.
her furious pounding calms down, the rocking of her hips more gentle while your orgasm sends pleasant tingles to the ends of your limbs.
you slowly relax, blissed out, letting yourself enjoy the sweet thrusts to ride out your high.
then a startled squeal escapes your lips, eyes blowing wide open when the sting registers.
did she just—
“ah!” you yelp again, flushing with need and embarrassment at the realization. she was biting your ass!
“shh,” she fondles the fat of your plump backside, alternating between right and left as she bites down on it, leaving angry red marks in her wake. “need to mark you.”
she slips out of you with a filthy pop, casually fingering some of your own cum back into you, then her sticky hands are on your hips again.
you feel the brush of her hair as her kisses and bites descend further down the back of your thighs, littering the canvas of your soft skin with twin markings on each side.
“toph..” you swallow a whimper when she goes back up, coaxing your legs further apart to get to your inner thighs as well, repeating the same process.
she stops at your still spasming pussy, then presses a long, deceptively sweet kiss to your sensitive folds before spitting on them. and your knees immediately give out.
she smiles, pulling back as if to look at your entire spent form. her fingers brush over the dented traces of her teeth on your ass, and she sighs softly, pleased. “now, they’ll know.”
who were “they”? know what? you had no energy left in you to ask, so you only laid limp on her bed, eyes fluttering shut. you felt her weight leave the bed as she walked away, the toy hitting the ground with a wet thud.
awful, awful cramps set in the next morning, dull painful throbbing from all your bones and muscles, and you couldn’t walk for six days.
and while you didn’t want to doubt toph’s goodness since she did stay by your side this whole week, helping you out and pampering you until the pain subsided, you almost felt like she reveled in your inability to leave the house.
or maybe not. maybe she just happened to be very happy to spend time with you.
after all, a friend wouldn’t be that cruel, right?
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* heh did you miss me guys.. is this a good enough apology for the wait??
toph being so mean as she makes you take her cock. using her thick muscles to hold you down as she fills your cunt with her huge cock, cooing mockingly at your pretty face crumpled up in tears, brokenly gasping her name as you try to take her in but the pressure is too much.
being roommates with toph and being subjected to her fucking someone new every night and it drives you insane.
each night is spent with you blasting music through your headphones to block out toph's latest conquest screaming her name. as well as the headboard slamming against the wall and the obscene squelches of a wet pussy being thoroughly fucked.
you try your hardest to ignore it but your unfortunate crush on toph doesn't help matters. especially when your brain replaces the woman's toph's fucking with you, tempting you to rub your clit to the rhythm of toph's thrusts as you bite your whimpers into your pillow.
you hate that toph has this effect on you, hate that your heart skips a beat every time she's around and how your body immediately responds to her presence.
and you hate it more when toph moans out your name one night during a particularly loud fuck, promptly flipping your world upside down.
being roommates with toph and being subjected to her fucking someone new every night and it drives you insane.
each night is spent with you blasting music through your headphones to block out toph's latest conquest screaming her name. as well as the headboard slamming against the wall and the obscene squelches of a wet pussy being thoroughly fucked.
you try your hardest to ignore it but your unfortunate crush on toph doesn't help matters. especially when your brain replaces the woman's toph's fucking with you, tempting you to rub your clit to the rhythm of toph's thrusts as you bite your whimpers into your pillow.
you hate that toph has this effect on you, hate that your heart skips a beat every time she's around and how your body immediately responds to her presence.
and you hate it more when toph moans out your name one night during a particularly loud fuck, promptly flipping your world upside down.
mouth cleansing. adult! toph beifong x f!reader ⸝⸝ 18+ nsfw
summary: you come home after a date with a man that toph knows is no good for you. when you lie and tell her you slept with him, best believe that toph is going to fight back.
warnings: smut, porn without plot, friends to lovers, jealousy, arguments, angry make out sessions, degradation kink, fingering, oral (reader receiving), squirting, toph calls you "pet" pussy pronouns, mean dom toph
a/n: i'm sorry i haven't been posting as much. i'm trying to make it a habit of writing longer fics this time. i have so many ideas for toph but not enough hours in the day. i hope you guys like this ! dividers by me
wordcount: 4.3k masterlist
It’s hard to date in the Earth Kingdom.
In fact, it was hard to date pretty much anywhere—especially when your roommate was Toph Beifong. Everyone who tried getting close to you, or even went so far as to try and sleep with you, sought you out for one purpose and one purpose only, and that was to get a taste of the greatest earthbender in the world.
The realization stung. When you brought it up to Toph, she simply picked her nose and flicked a booger at the wall.
“I’m Toph Beifong—who wouldn’t want to get a taste of me?”
Essentially, she didn’t take you seriously at all.
Despite everything, you still continued to live with her, though you took a step back from the dating scene. Months later, when Toph started getting busy with her metalbending academy, you finally felt ready to date again, having spent that time off focusing on your own personal growth and learning to love yourself.
It was already way past sundown by the time you returned home. You expected Toph to be fast asleep by now, but instead, you found her lounging on the living room sofa, earthbending a small cluster of pebbles into an idle circle.
Your heart melted a little. Despite her stubborn antics, she still cared for you, and her staying up late waiting for you was proof of that.
“You’re home late,” she pointed out, not moving from where she sat.
“I didn’t expect you to be waiting for me,” you said with a shrug, kicking your shoes off. “I was out on a date.”
“Yeah, I know,” she huffed, almost impatiently.
You couldn’t tell if she was upset that you were out, or just cranky from staying up late and being exhausted. Maybe both.
You stayed quiet, setting your things down and unpinning your hair. You expected Toph to retreat to her room by now—satisfied that you got home safe, but instead, she spoke up again.
“How was the guy?”
Blinking, you looked in her direction once more. She was still earthbending those silly rocks while remaining still on the couch. She tried to sound casual, but you could tell that she wasn’t going to let you off without a proper answer.
“He was… surprisingly nice,” you replied with a shy smile. “He was sweet. Handsome, too. He paid for dinner and we went on a long walk in the gardens. I’m feeling pretty good about this one.”
Toph barked a short, humorless laugh. “Wow. He paid for dinner? Is the bar really that low these days?”
Your brow ticked. “Toph, if you stayed up late just to taunt me, then you can go ahead and take your ass to bed—”
“Hey, don’t talk to me that way,” she said, crushing the rocks into little pebbles and tossing them into the nearest planter. “I only stayed up to make sure you got home in one piece. If you ended up getting kidnapped, Katara would’ve had my throat.” She folded her arms over her chest stubbornly.
You rolled your eyes, slipping your house slippers on. “Whatever,” you mumbled.
You didn’t have it in you to entertain Toph. You knew she was going to ask more questions, and you also knew that each answer would result in a petty comment about your choice in men. So, for now, you just silently excused yourself and started heading to your side of the house.
“Hey, where are you going?” she called out, shifting on the couch so her voice rang louder. “I want to know more about your date.”
You paused in the hallway, not looking back. “Do you really? Or are you just going to make fun of me?”
Toph snorted. You continued walking.
“Alright, alright, enough.” She cleared her throat and tapped the empty space on the couch next to her. “Sit down. Your heart is beating a lot faster than it normally does when you go on those stupid dates—that means you’re happy.”
One thing you hated most about Toph was that, despite her inability to see, she could see right through you from the vibrations in the floor. Another thing you hated was that she was extremely stubborn, meaning there was no backing out of this.
“Fine,” you mumbled, dragging your feet back to the couch. You eventually flopped down beside her, and she grinned.
“What do you want to know?” you asked, staring at the ceiling as your head rested against the cushions.
“Was he strong?”
You let out a slow breath. “I guess. He had muscles.”
There was a moment of silence.
“Were they bigger than mine?” Toph suddenly asked.
You made a face. What kind of question was that? “W-what—!”
Toph was completely unfazed. You looked at her, bewildered, but she just sat there casually as if she were asking about the weather. She stayed quiet, waiting for an answer, and the longer you took, the more her brows pinched together.
“Answer the question, sweetheart.”
You scratched the back of your head. “I guess? His biceps were pretty big. I didn’t feel them or anything!”
Toph made a face—an unreadable one. You assumed she didn’t like that answer very much, but still, she prodded.
“Did he kiss you?”
Your eyes flew wide. “Oh my god, Toph—what is with this interrogation tonight?” You threw your hands up in exasperation. “No, he didn’t kiss me. We just met!”
“Good,” Toph muttered under her breath perhaps too quickly. She caught herself and crossed her arms again, leaning back into the cushions with a scoff. “I mean, obviously. A guy like that probably has zero game anyway. Big muscles usually mean a small brain.”
You scoffed a laugh, because you could say the same thing about her.
“You haven’t even met him,” you mumbled.
“I don’t need to meet him to know he’s a dud,” she countered immediately. “Think about it for a second. You let a guy buy you dinner, show off his arms, and walk you through the gardens? You know walking through the gardens is a ritual for pretty much every soft-handed boy in the Earth Kingdom trying to get some action.”
You felt your face heat up in embarrassment and shame. It was true—that was exactly the reputation Earth Kingdom boys had these days.
Sensing your shame, she took your silence as a sign to keep going, kicking you while you were down.
“Honestly, why do you even bother with these guys anyway? Dating is a waste of time. This guy will be no different than the others—you’ll always come back home either disappointed or stressed. Who knows, he might even be another one of those idiots who just wants to use you to get to me.” Toph shrugged, trying to look casual despite the fact that every word leaving her mouth felt like anything but.
Now, in this very moment, you deeply regretted bringing that up to Toph the first time you realized men were using you. Because times like these were exactly when she used it against you just to prove a point.
“I can’t believe this,” you muttered, pushing yourself off the couch. “I’m too exhausted for this. Goodnight, Toph.”
She barked another laugh, draping an arm over the back of the couch. “Ha! You’re leaving because you know I’m right.”
You felt blood fire through your veins. You couldn’t believe this woman. For a second, you had actually thought she was being kind, that she had a soft spot for you since she stayed up late. For a moment, you thought she was genuinely worried about your well being—but in reality, she took what should have been a sweet moment and used it to kick dirt in your face and laugh about it.
After all your attempts to find happiness in love, Toph was always right there on the other side, crossing her arms, laughing at you and making you feel stupid. Making you feel small.
She was a professional at pissing you off. And right now, you were going to give her a taste of her own medicine.
“You know what, Toph? I lied. We did share a kiss, actually!” You spun around, your face twisted in frustration. “Wanna know what else happened, since you’re oh-so-curious? He took me to the back of the gardens and fucked me beneath a willow tree—you know, the one with the warm street lamp beside it? Yeah! That light really highlighted his muscles, too.”
Toph didn’t say anything. She just sat there on the couch, stunned, with her jaw slack.
You liked seeing her like this—completely caught off guard.
So, you kept going.
“And he actually wants to see me tomorrow—yeah, that’s right. Tomorrow. So make sure you don’t waste your time staying up late for me again, yeah?” You let out an incredulous huff, refusing to give her the time to cook up a smartass retort.
You spun on your heel again, ready to retreat to your bedroom, but a sudden, thick spawn of earth shot up and enclosed around your foot, trapping you up to your calf and forcing you to a hard stop.
“Huh—? Toph—!”
“You’re lying,” Toph hissed, slowly getting up from the couch to meet you where you stood, rooted to the floor. “God—you’re lying straight out of your ass just to piss me off. I can feel it through your heart. And yet…” She huffed. “It’s actually working.”
“Let me go, Toph,” you demanded, tugging uselessly at the stone cuff binding your calf to the floor. “I told you, I’m going to bed.”
“Did he really kiss you?” she ignored your pleas, her hand reaching out to find your face. Her fingers dug into your cheeks, forcing your jaw open. “Did he really taint your mouth with his filthy one?”
You didn’t know why Toph was so hung up on this. But despite your vulnerable position, you weren’t scared of her.
You grabbed her wrist in an attempt to pry her away, but Toph’s grip only tightened, holding your mouth open.
“Why do you care so much?” you managed to choke out, trying your best not to drool.
“Are you purposefully being an idiot? Why wouldn’t I care?” Toph ground her teeth together, fighting with every ounce of her pride not to blurt out the truth. “You have no idea how much of a nuisance this is—you going out and meeting some new guy every damn week—”
“Then don’t wait up for me, Toph!” you argued back. “You don’t have to stay up for me. Just go to sleep—”
“That’s the fucking problem!” she hissed.
Toph stepped even closer, letting her warm breath ghost over your face, letting you know every single word that left her mouth was also coming straight from her heart.
“I can’t sleep whenever you go out. No matter how hard I try to shake the thought of you getting wined and dined by another guy, I can’t. I just can’t!” Her voice rose, making you wince. “And every time a new guy comes into your life, I’m constantly reminded of it by the stupid gang. Sparky’ll ask me how you’re doing with your new boyfriend, or… or Sokka will taunt me, asking when I’ll get one! It’s just so frustrating hearing about it, even when I’m trying to escape it!”
Your eyes widened, your hand tightening around her wrist, but she wouldn’t budge.
Was she jealous that you were pursuing other men while she remained single? No. That wasn’t like Toph at all. She didn’t care about relationships.
“I don’t understand. How is any of that my fault?”
“Because you’re the one making me feel this way!” Toph yelled, her voice cracking. She let go of your mouth, her arm falling limp at her side, but she didn’t break the stone cuff holding your leg.
She let out a deep breath, her head dropping as her sightless eyes gazed down at the ground.
“I don’t like this,” she mumbled. “I don’t like the idea of you getting all dolled up for some guy who isn’t worth your time, while I’m sitting here at home feeling like a loser waiting for you, waiting to hear your footsteps and not knowing what he could be doing to you.”
You felt like you had been holding your breath for a long time. You wanted to reach out to her—to pull her in and reassure her—but you didn’t know exactly what you would be reassuring her about. Reassuring her that you’d be safe on these dates? That you could protect yourself?
No. That wasn’t what Toph wanted to hear, and you knew it. Whatever she was feeling, you wanted to hear her confess it herself.
“So when you tell me that he kissed you—hell, even if it was just a joke—it’s enough to make me want to sink this entire house into the ground with you in it and never let you leave again.”
You finally let out the long breath that had been stuck in your throat.
“Toph…” you spoke gently, more patient now, “what are you trying to say?”
“I’m saying I need to cleanse your mouth from the filth that boy left you,” she muttered, looking up, though her eyes focused a little to the side of your face. “And I need to cleanse you from the boy before that, and the boy before that.”
She stepped closer, until you could feel her breath fanning over your face again. Her hand moved up from your shoulder to the nape of your neck, and then to the back of your head. Her fingers laced through the strands, giving a firm tug as she pulled you closer to her face.
You were just about to mutter her name again, to demand a proper explanation, but before you could, she leaned in and slammed her lips against yours.
It was rough, demanding, and almost cruel in the way her mouth moved against yours—as if she were claiming every plump surface and curve that didn’t belong to her. You imagined kissing Toph a handful of times, purely out of bi-curiosity, but your imagination had never ended up like this. With you completely bound by the stone she bended to keep you in place, and her tongue was sliding deep into your mouth.
“T—Toph! Mmph—!”
Your moans were muffled against her mouth, and she growled at your protest.
Toph didn’t know how to be gentle, and clearly, she didn’t want to be. She stepped closer, forcing you to crane your head back, and with this angle, she slid her tongue even deeper—as if making your mouth and throat completely hers.
She pulled away for just a second to catch her breath.
“Mine,” she growled against your lips. “Mine. You’re mine. You’ve always been mine, you were just too stupid to see it.”
The way she was talking to you should have angered you. But what you hated more was the fact that you actually liked it. Toph was incredibly nitpicky about what she claimed as hers, to see her this possessive over you made a sweet warmth bloom deep in your gut.
She pressed her forehead against yours, her voice surprisingly broken and small. “He didn’t touch you, did he?” she asked, desperately searching for reassurance.
She knew you were lying when you told her you had slept with him, yet she still needed to hear the truth from your own mouth.
Toph, you have no right to act this way.
Why are you so jealous? Why is this affecting you so much?
Do you actually like me?
Those were all the things you wanted to say, but instead, you swallowed hard and shook your head, letting her feel the movement against her brow. “No. He didn’t.”
And without thinking better of it, you added, “I’m all yours.”
If you were in a cage, that sentence would have been the very thing that locked you in for good.
She quickly shattered the stone cuff that had kept you stuck, and before you could even stand up straight, she invaded your space. She swept her strong arms beneath your thighs, lifting you up and forcing your legs around her waist for support.
You grabbed her shoulders with a yelp. “W-what are you—oof!”
Toph brought you down hard on the couch. Before you could even collect yourself, she climbed between your legs and hovered over you, letting her lips explore yours once more. A soft moan escaped her, and her hands began to wander boldly across your body.
This was the first time she had ever touched you like this, yet her fingers mapped you as if she already had every spot and curve memorized. Her hand found your hip, giving it a tight squeeze, before tracing down to the small of your back to pull you completely flush against her chest. When you moaned in return, she took it as her cue to slide her hand lower, cupping your ass through your skirt.
“Fuck,” she groaned, a small little sound that made it seem like she was trying to hold it in. “Need to taste you. Need to make sure you’re actually telling the truth.”
Toph sunk to her knees, her tongue darting out over to wet her lip as her greedy fingers found the hem of your skirt, flipping it and lifting it up.
It was this moment that you were grateful she couldn’t see—because you were extremely damp in your panties. Her hands tried to find your panties, and you subtly guided her hands to the direction of your waistband. When she found it, she gave it a hard tug down your legs, nearly ripping it apart at the ankle.
Her hands found your hips, gripping tight as she forced you to angle your hips at the edge of the couch.
“Come here,” she gritted through clenched teeth. “No running away. You said you were mine—so you better fucking prove it to me.”
Toph hooked your legs over her shoulders. Wetting her lips one last time, impatiently, she stuffed her head against the curve of your pussy. She inhaled deep—making your face go extremely hot in embarrassment.
She let out a satisfied sigh. “Smells good,” she murmured. “Doesn’t smell like a man—but let’s see how you taste.”
Then, agonizingly slow, her tongue darted out and up against your wet slit. From where your entrance was pulsing for her, to the very sensitive skin of your clit.
“Oh my god—!” you gasped, tossing your head back against the cushions.
“Tastes good,” she hummed in approval. “But fuck—you’re so wet. Were you this wet when you were with him? Or are you only wet because of me?”
You bit your lower lip, not trusting yourself to speak. But Toph’s need was overshadowing her patience. Her hand gripped your thigh tight, making you whimper.
“Answer me, pet.”
Pet.
The nickname was so degrading, so filthy, and another testament of how Toph actually owned you—how much you actually belonged to the woman between your legs.
You nodded, bashful. “Y-yes, I’m only wet because of you, Toph. I promise. I didn’t—oh!”
Your words were broken off by a moan at the feel of her rough finger probing your entrance. She danced around the flesh, letting your arousal slick her fingers.
“Fuck, you’re tightening up around my finger, and I haven’t even put it in yet.” She grinned. “Are you scared?”
Scared wasn’t the right word for it.
“No,” you swallowed hard, lying. “I’m not.”
“That’s a shame,” she sighed, sliding her finger in easily in your wet pussy. “I bet you clench up real tight when you’re scared.”
She gave you no time to answer before she started thrusting her single finger in and out of you. Every time her knuckle made contact with your folds, your eyes would roll back with a deep moan.
Toph grinned against your thigh before giving you a soft kiss, enjoying the way you were pulsing around her finger. “This greedy little pussy,” she muttered, her thumb pressing down in hard circles against your clit with every thrust of her finger. “So wet, so warm. Like your pussy is giving me a tight hug—refusing to let go.”
She paused, probing her ring finger at the entrance. “Think you can take another one, pet?”
You were so wet, your body so inviting, and you looked down at Toph. She was hunched over between your legs, her large traps making herself look bigger despite her being on her knees. Her lips were sheen with your arousal from when she licked you, and the only thing you could possibly think of was: I want more.
You nodded hard. “Give me another, Tophie. Please.”
She chuckled—deep and raspy, the sound of it making you grow even wetter.
She slid another finger in and you whined at the burning sensation of being stretched out from just her two large fingers alone. She hissed, your walls putting up a fight against her digits.
“Goddamn, so tight—” she grunted before finally hilting both fingers to her knuckle. “Ah, there we go. Good girl. Even though you’re so tight, your body is still so wet, it’s like it wants me.”
She leaned down, pressing a kiss to your clit. “Is it true? Does she want me?”
“Oh my god, yes!” you gasped, your toes curling from how slowly she was fucking you with her fingers. “Yes—so bad—”
Your hips rocked around her fingers, and she laughed—a sound that felt so condescending, yet it only turned you on more.
“Greedy little slut, fucking my fingers on my own couch,” she started pumping her fingers faster, her tongue licking at your clit and flicking it feverishly. “God—hear those noises? Bet you’re making a real mess on my cushions, pet. When I’m done with you, you’re gonna clean it all up with your tongue.”
You felt dizzy. With the motions of Toph’s fingers and the way her tongue was lapping at your clit between every filthy word, it was enough to make you see stars.
The sounds of your wet pussy and her tongue filled the room. Your legs clenched around her shoulders, toes curling as your body began to tighten up from the pleasure.
“Toph—I’m gonna… c-cum—” you cried in embarrassment. “Shit. Don’t stop, Tophie—!”
She growled against your cunt. “Already? You cum so fast—that’s not fun at all,” but despite her words, she refused to let up. Her heart swelled and the warmth in her belly was pooling in anticipation over getting you to cum that quickly for her.
Her fingers curled at your sweet spot deep inside you, her wet tongue tracing your slit and applying pressure at your clit. Her mouth was sloppy and messy with your arousal, but she demanded more.
She kept fucking you until you cried out. She wasn’t going to stop. She was going to make sure you’d give her everything—you owed her this after all the stupid dates you’ve been on.
Not being able to take it anymore, you arched your back off the cushions, letting your hands tangle into her smooth, black strands, giving them a tug. The hair pulling was something Toph had never discovered about herself—but as your greedy hands tightened in her hair, demanding her face deeper against your pussy, she couldn’t control herself.
“Goddamn, you fucking whore,” she growled with an incredulous laugh. “You said you belonged to me, didn’t you? Prove it to me. Cum for me, pet. All over my face.”
You desperately tugged at her hair, your body completely stiff as you screamed her name. A wave of overwhelming pleasure coursed through your fragile body, your tight walls clenching around her fingers as you pulsed in release.
You mewled and whimpered—trying to hold it back, yet you couldn’t.
You squirted, a gush of your wetness spraying right across Toph’s face and wetting her lips and her cheeks. She flinched, pulling back from the sudden spray as your thighs shook violently against her shoulders, completely soaking the cushions beneath you.
Toph let out a sharp, surprised gasp, staying right there on her knees. Her fingers remained still inside you, basking in the feel of you twitching and fluttering. Your body finally gave out, leaving you slumping heavy against the cushions.
Your breathing was uneven and heavy, and you refused to look her in the face after everything.
“I’m… I don’t know what to say,” you finally breathed when the silence in the room became too much. “I’m so sorry, I—I don’t know what got over me. I didn’t mean to—I’ll clean it. I’ll clean the couch, I’ll clean your face. Shit. I’m so sorry—”
You didn’t know why you were apologizing. It only added fuel to your embarrassment. Toph’s face was completely unreadable. Was she mad? Did she regret all of this?
She slowly sank back on her heels, bringing a hand up to her cheek to swipe a line of your slickness across her skin. She brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them, her tongue dragging slow across her fingers.
She still didn’t say anything.
You wanted to die from embarrassment.
“T—Toph..”
“Shut up,” she muttered.
Your breath hitched, and you wanted to cry. You tried to push yourself up from the ruined cushions. “I’m so sorry. I’ll get a towel—”
Toph stood up, stepping back into the space between your legs, forcing you open. Her hand found the top of the couch, her large and muscular body leaning over you. Her hands reached down to her own waistband, her fingers hooking into the fabric and tugging firmly down along with her underwear, letting you see the top of her dark curls.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” she hissed. “Sit down. I’m not done with you.”
sloppy toppy with tophie
thank you for reading! you can read more of my works on my masterlist.
Warnings: Switch!Toph, cunnilingus, fingering, Public sex, foot grinding, Pussydrunk!Toph, reader uses Waterbending on Toph, dirty smut.
Toph Beifong. A woman who prided herself on her strength and fearlessness. A woman who never let silly emotions throw off her focus.
Well, that is until she met you.
There was just something about the way you carried yourself— Confident, strong-willed, untamable— That was so alluring to her.
You had this ability to make others falter without even trying. Nothing could hold you down. Not even gravity.
You were able to take even the most crowded of rooms, and make it so that all she ‘saw’ was you.
Everything she’s ever told herself was thrown out of the window with only a single glance from those beautiful eyes. It was infuriating!
Yet, so addictive..
Toph couldn’t help but want you. You challenged her in a way no other ever had the guts to. Every opinion? Shot down by your intellect and boldness. Every insult thrown your way by her? Dodged and sent full force to her with your sass and witty comebacks.
It was everything she’s ever craved! Everything she never even knew she needed.
Toph Beifong. The strongest Earthbender in the world. Had finally met her match, and it was the most exhilarating feeling in all of the Earth Kingdom.
She found herself staring at you more often than she’d admit. Head tilted to the side the way blind people do when they’re studying someone’s every move.
And when you caught her gawking at you? You faced her head on. Popping out your hip with that unshakable attitude of yours, and smiling so smugly she could practically feel that confidence radiating off you in seismic waves.
And— Oh, she loved every second of it.
You were a force to be reckoned with. A strong one at that. A Waterbender, just like Katara. But, so much more dangerous. You managed to tear every one of her walls down with a smirk and a flip of your hair.
Ugh, it was getting harder and harder to control herself around you. And everyone knew it!
It was all in the way she stared at you. Wherever you’d walk by, her gaze would linger. Nothing but pure, unadulterated hunger behind those sightless eyes.
Right now was no different. You and Toph were at dinner together, bickering per usual. She’d say something out of pocket, (Because, of course Toph flirts by being mean) and you’d retort with a remark ten times worse!
Spirits, it made her head spin with ecstasy. Because, you didn’t back down. Never did when it came down to it.
Her heart pounded in her chest. Eyes sparkling with delight, not that you ever noticed.
Toph leaned in closer, to which you responded in kind by closing in the distance just a fraction as well. She smirked. That cocky little curl of lips that could make anyone’s knees weak, and spoke in an almost rougher tone.
“Gods..”
Her gaze never wavered from where she knew yours was. Raw, unfiltered need etched all over her features. Her foot lifting to brush against your leg under the table before continuing..
“You’re so hot when you talk back.”
You stay completely still, Not even acknowledging the way her bare foot was teasing your skin. You just sat there staring at her with a tilted head that matched her own and that stupidly attractive smile on your face. It’s like you know what you’re doing to her!
“Yeah?”
Your voice was low, seductive. Toph’s breath hitched at the sound, almost imperceptible had you not been so close to her. It made the smirk on your face turn downright wicked.
“You like it when I’m like this?”
She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she dragged her foot slowly up your calf, bare sole warm against your pants. Teasing, testing how far you’d let her go.
Then that smirk returned full force, the one that said I’m about to wreck you.
“Like it?” She echoed lowly, leaning even closer until her nose almost brushed yours. “I’m obsessed with it.”
Her voice dropped to a growl—the kind only you ever got—and her hand shot out and grabbed the back of your neck.
“Well, that’s a real problem..”
You whisper teasingly in response, lips purposefully brushing against Toph’s before pulling back entirely and sitting back in your booth chair.
“Because, you’re not getting anything from me. That is.. unless you like to grovel.”
Toph froze.
The air between you turned electric—charged with challenge and something far more dangerous— arousal.
For a heartbeat, she didn’t move. Just sat there, her hand still hovering where your neck had been seconds ago. Her lips tingled from that near-kiss—a ghost of contact—and her entire body screamed to close the gap again.
But no.
You’d pulled away. Teased her. Dared her to grovel?
A slow, wild grin spread across Toph’s face. The kind that meant trouble for everyone involved, especially you.
She leaned back in her chair now… arms crossing over that broad chest like a queen sizing up an insolent knight who just insulted the crown.
“Ohhh,” she purred, voice thick with amusement and threat all at once. “You wanna play it like that?”
Her foot? Still on your leg, but now pressing harder into your thigh as if marking territory.
And then came the smirk again…
The one right before battle began.
“I do.”
You hum, finger moving under the table to lightly graze the sensitive skin of her ankle and lightly trailing your fingertips around it.
“You want me? Show me how much.”
Toph’s pulse spiked.
That little graze, just a feather-light touch on her ankle, sent a shock through her like lightning through stone. Her breath caught, muscles tensing not from anger, but desire, hot and sudden.
She hadn’t expected you to play dirty. To go straight for the weak spot, a sensitive nerve she rarely showed anyone.
And gods… it felt good.
Too good. You were unraveling her with just your finger, and you knew it too, judging by that smug grin of yours.
Her jaw tightened. Pride warred with passion inside Toph Beifong, the girl who never begged now fighting every instinct not to throw herself at you right here in front of everyone in the mess hall (where they totally weren't supposed to be doing this).
But then?
A slow breath out…
And without tearing her eyes away from yours— Blind as they are— She did something completely unexpected for someone as proud as she was.
She slid under the table.
Kneeling right there between your legs like a servant ready to obey any command.
You raised one of your brows, surprised she was actually down there. Under you. Staring up at you, like that.
Completely at your mercy..
You shifted your gaze toward the restaurant. Nobody seemed to be paying any mind to either of you, each customer unaware of the filth that was about to take place right under their noses.
Toph’s hands draw you out of your thoughts. Rough, calloused, wrapped around your legs. Slowly trailing up your calves, lifting one up to her shoulder and pressing a lingering kiss to the skin there.
Then another to your knee.
And one more to your inner thigh..
Stopping when she reached the thin piece of fabric under your skirt. Your lips were parted, a shaky breath escaping your mouth. And just when things were getting good..
“Excuse me.”
Your eyes landed over to the voice instantly, eyes wide and staring at the waiter who had his notepad in hand.
“Your order, Ma’am.”
You sat frozen for a second, then cleared your throat and looked down at the menu that was resting on the table, idly scanning over it.
You’d thought that Toph would stop her ministrations when there was a person right beside them.. That you would be safe from the consequences of teasing her until she finally caved?
Wrong.
Her finger lifted to your inner thigh, burying her face between your legs and inhaling the scent that was already coaxing from your panties. Then? She pulled them to the side, blowing a puff of air teasingly onto your core.
“And for the drinks we can- can..”
Your whole body shuddered, a low pitched moan erupted from your throat.
“Are you okay, Ma’am?”
The waiter actually looked worried, pen pausing its note taking and his eyes lifted to your now flushed face.
“Who, me? God- good! I’m good! Just so cold in here..”
You managed to say, the shivers that came from Toph’s tongue movements made the lie a little more convincing.
“Oh. Okay then.. I’ll just bring you guys some waters. We’ll be back with your orders shortly.”
Toph smirked against your cunt, licking a long stripe over your center and then latching her lips to your clit. Sucking on the bud with a fervor that made your thighs clench around her head.
You clasped a hand over your mouth, keeping the moans that left your lips muffled as Toph worked your pussy.
Toph’s free hand lifted, pulling your pussy lips apart and sliding two of her digits inside of you.
Curling them up to hit that sweet spot deep that you were never able to reach with your own fingers. Your back arched off the seat, hips bucking into her hand to meet her thrusts.
“Toph!”
Your voice came out higher than intended. Though due to the loud atmosphere, no one heard it. Thankfully..
Your body jolted when she pulled her fingers out of you, only to push them back in deliciously enough to make your head fall back against the booth.
Her tongue didn’t stop either. Continuing to suck on your pulsing clit, nibbling when her fingers thrusted into you, and flattening it again in an open-mouthed kiss. Her free hand hooked around your thigh, keeping you from squirming away while she drowned in the feel of your pussy. The way your juices smeared over her face, how your walls clamped around her fingers like they were claiming them.
One of your hands found her hair, tugging on the strands harshly enough to make her groan and guiding her face closer to you. You weren’t gentle with her, she loved it. How you took what you wanted from her without question. The thought alone was enough to dampen her underwear.
Spirits above, you were so made for her..
Toph’s fingers curled into you deeper, continuously hitting that spot that made you see stars. Your climax came with a breathless sob from your mouth. Toph never paused her actions, drawling out your pleasure for as long as possible. When your tremors stopped is when she finally pulled away from you.
Her gaze lifted up to you, unfocused eyes narrowing as she took in your disheveled state. A wide, cocky grin spreading across her features.
You were gone now. Face flushed a dark red, pupils blown wide with want, throat hoarse from trying to keep your sounds in. There was even a little drool dripping at the corner of your mouth. Gods, that might’ve been the best you ever had. Way too good for someone who once said they hated you. So, being the generous person you were..
Who would you be if you didn’t return the favor?
Your hand moved under the table, not to grab at her hair, no. Instead, you flexed a finger outward. Using your Waterbending to gather all of the wetness in her boxers and move it up to her clit.
The slick circling around it torturously slow, make a low groan leave Toph. You weren’t merciful, your bending pressing excruciatingly hard into her, but not going fast enough to create any sort of build up.
Toph got impatient, her hands moving to your legs, pulling you closer to her and grinding against your foot hungrily.
You took notice of this, pausing your movements enough to make her whimper, then amplifying her pleasure by making her juices vibrate over her aching core.
“Holy shit-“
Toph breathed out, stopping her movements for a second, A low, guttural sound getting torn from her.
Your finger made another motion, the vibrations on her clit getting faster, rougher. Toph let out a whine, her head dropping to your thigh. Her hips proceeding their motions on your foot, thrusts now growing sloppier, losing their rhythm, signaling that she was about to cum.
You pressed her slick rougher into her, amping up the pressure into her clit one last time before she’s finding her release. Teeth sinking into the plush skin of your thigh to muffle her sounds. You rode out her high, bending stopping their movements when she went pliant in your lap.
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You guys ended up getting the food to go.
It was late now, the two of you walking the quiet streets of the Earth kingdom. Toph’s arm now draped around your shoulder as if marking her territory.
“So..”
Toph starts, keeping her gaze forward for a second before turning to you with a wide grin.
“Dinner at my place next time?”
WAIT CAUSE I WAS IN MY BAG WITH THIS ONE
Guys please enjoy this, It took me hours to finish it. Commitment ya’ll.
summary: katara comes home to an interesting sight.
"Hey, have you—oh." Katara goes quiet when she walks in on you writhing between Toph's thighs, legs forced open and swollen pussy on full display. You squeal loudly, thighs trembling when Toph's thick fingers delve deep into your cunt, spreading you wide enough that Katara's able to catch a glimpse of your gummy walls.
"Hey Sugar Queen," Toph greets conversationally, like she isn't currently finger-fucking you to the spirit realm. "How did the council meeting go?"
"Good," Katara answers, already walking further into the room and kneeling before you. She's reaching out a hand, molding it to your tear-stained cheek and cooing as you nuzzle into it. "Wish I had been here, though. How long have you had her like this?"
Toph thinks about it for a second. "About an hour or so," she replies with a cruel upward curl of her fingers that has you choking. "Ooh, that was a big gush, baby." Katara looks down to see what she means and takes in the fresh slick that coats Toph's pounding fingers. Her tongue aches for a taste, the memory of you an unforgettable treat in her mouth. "She hasn't come yet under somebody's orders and I think she's about to go crazy."
Katara smiles and it's a wicked thing.
"Let me guess, Zuko?" She asks and Toph shakes her head.
"Aang, actually," Toph says, delighted. "She was very bratty to him today and Twinkletoes wanted to teach her a lesson." She smiles, all teeth. "But he has Avatar Duties to attend to so he gave her to me." She pulls her fingers out of your spasming cunt, cherishes your sudden cry before landing a harsh slap between your swollen pussylips. "Bad girl, you know you can't come yet."
You hiccup a sob, your pretty face crumpled with so much need and desperation. It makes Katara almost feel sorry for you because she knows how merciless Toph can be. But she's never one to deny the opportunity to see you all messed up and toyed with, pushed towards all your limits until you can't even think.
The perfect fucktoy that they all love to play with.
Katara ties up her hair with a red ribbon and leans in to capture Toph's lips in a dirty kiss. One that Toph accepts immediately, humming eagerly as she licks into Katara's mouth. Then Katara's pulling away, moving in to nip at the curve of your ear to hear your quivering breath hitch. All the while her hand is joining Toph's, her lithe fingers rubbing soft circles against your throbbing clit.
Your back arches, mouth opening in a silent cry as your thighs try to slam shut around their hands. Katara chuckles, kissing your cheek before saying:
"Aang doesn't get back for another hour. If you come, we'll have to tell him so be a good girl for us, okay?"
You barely have time to process those words before Katara's mouth is on your clit and your vision turns black.
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