pairing: lawyer!steve harrington x lawyer!reader
words: 2.0k
contains: (18+ smut!! minors dni) porn with a minor plot, friends with benefits, semi public sex, fingering, mild edging, p in v, unprotected penetrative sex, horse cock harrington, little bit of cum play, hint of breeding kink, dirty talk, pet names (baby, sweet girl), probably lots of incorrect legal stuff, female reader, no use of y/n, she/her pronouns of reader.
author's note: so i watched legally blonde last night and couldn't stop thinking of lawyer!steve. i have no idea how it turned out so dirty but we move
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“Fuck, look at you squeezing my fingers, baby,” Steve husks against your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin as his eyes watch his slick fingers pump in and out of your dripping cunt. “You dirty, dirty girl.”
You whimper, the feeling of his fingers curling against your front wall sending heat to every damn nerve in your body. You scramble for purchase against the wall of the bathroom stall, needing something to grab onto but coming up short. Your fingers instead grab onto the front of his tie and pull, making Steve groan and press his body against you. You feel his hard cock pressing against your thigh through his suit trousers and it only heightens your senses.
“Stevie,” you mewl, bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you desperately try to stop the wanton moans from spilling out as his tongue lavishes your neck while his digits continue to fuck your soaked pussy.
“Yeah, baby? What’s the matter?” He coos, smiling against your skin as he scissors his fingers inside of you and you jerk against him in response. “C‘mon sweet girl, tell me what’s wrong.”
He was teasing you, taunting you and you were putty in his hands. Like always.
“Fe-feels too good,” you manage to say, one hand still wrapped around his tie while the other fists the front of his once neat shirt. “I’m gonna—”
The sound of the bathroom door opening reaches your ears, the voices of a few of your colleagues spilling in and Steve was quick to cup his hand over your mouth to stop those pretty whimpers falling from your lips.
But does he stop fucking you with those thick fingers of his? Absolutely not. He wouldn’t dream of it.
His hazel eyes were locked with yours, his palm covering your mouth as he watched the way your brows furrow, the way your face was twisting with pleasure.
Your heart was hammering in your chest, the coil in your lower stomach tightening and tightening with every pump of his fingers, every curl against that spongey soot inside of you that Steve always seemed to find with ease.
“—he’s taking me to that new restaurant that just opened up,” a voice you recognise to be of your co-workers, Lisa, coming from just outside of the stall you and Steve were crammed into. “So I hope this hearing doesn’t drag out so I can rush home and get changed. I’d rather not wear my work clothes out on a date.”
“You look great though,” another voice you don’t quite recognise due to your lust filled haze tells Lisa encouragingly.
“You’re just saying that, Ruth!” Lisa replies with a laugh before the sound of her heels clicking into the stall right next to yours causes Steve to press his palm more firmly over your mouth as he continues the steady, torturous pump of his fingers into your heat.
You shouldn’t be so turned on, you should be pushing him away and remind him you weren’t just in a public bathroom—you were in a bathroom in a damn courthouse. You should tell him it was inappropriate and reckless and stupid. That you both had a hearing to get to in ten minutes. But you don’t, instead you hold onto him tighter and grind yourself against his hand, a silent plea for him not to stop. To keep going as heat like molten lava surged to your core, the coil inside you tightening, threatening to snap.
Steve smiles, biting his wet and swollen bottom lip between his teeth before he leans in to whisper, his breath hot in your ear, “don’t make a sound, baby.”
And then he withdraws his fingers.
You had been so close, so fucking close that you can’t help the small, desperate that escapes you. Thankfully, it was muffled by Steve’s hand that was still covering your mouth.
He tuts quietly, smiling at you in a way that makes your pussy clench around nothing before bringing his fingers coated with your slick to his lips and licking them clean. You watch—utterly transfixed by the way lips wrap around the digits, the way his tongue swirls around them to lick away the wetness he had collected from you.
You felt so turned on that the sound of the toilet flushing from Lisa’s stall did nothing to deter you.
“What’d I say?” He whispers, the sound of your colleagues laughing together at the sinks masking the sound of Steve hastily unbuckling his belt, of you whimpering against his palm at the sight of his cock—thick, heavy, the ruddy tip already glistening with pre cum from fucking you with his fingers. “I said—don’t make a sound.”
But it was hard not to when your pussy was aching for him. Thankfully, Steve doesn’t let you wait long.
Steve tugs your skirt up over your hips, pulls your ruined panties to the side before he pushes himself in deep with one thrust that has your eyes rolling back. The stretch of his cock was delicious as always and you were grateful for the loud noise of the hand dryer to cover up your muffled moans.
“Look at you,” Steve husks in your ear, setting a torturous pace from the offset while still being conscious of the wet sounds coming from his cock bullying its way into your pussy. “Letting me fuck you in the fucking court bathroom. You like this, don’t you? Knowing we could get caught? Fuck, you love it. Don’t you, baby?”
Almost each word was punctuated with a deep thrust that caused the fat head of his cock to kiss your cervix and it took everything in you not to moan out.
The sound of your colleagues leaving the bathroom allows you some reprieve, Steve’s hand remains over your mouth but he no longer cares about the noises your bodies make. In fact, he seems to revel in it—the way your cunt was almost crying for him, the way his cock could slip in and out of you seamlessly, the wet noises of your mixed juices filling the stall. It lewd and obscene and it was enough that even he allowed himself some desperate groans to slip from his lips as he fucked you against the wall of the stall.
“Can’t get enough of this,” he grunts as he lifts one of your thighs over his hip to allow himself to fuck his cock into you deeper, causing you to mewl in response. Heat was surging through you, so intense that you felt tears welling up in your eyes. “Can’t get enough of this pussy. Of you. Shit—you’re squeezing me so tight. Like you don’t want me to leave. Are you going to—”
You had no way to warn him, no way to tell him you were seconds away from tipping over the edge but the slight tug at his tie, the wild look in your eyes was enough for him to take the hint.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me, pretty girl. Come all over my cock, that’s it.”
And you do—with an orgasm that hits you like a damn tidal wave. It was the sort of orgasm that you felt in every cell throughout your body, the sort of one you felt from head to toe. It was so intense that you may have collapsed from the intensity of it if Steve hadn’t had such a tight hold on you. Your pussy gushes around him, your release completely soaking his cock and it was that—your essence dripping down, right onto his balls—that made him tip over the edge right after you.
Steve came with a groan of your name that he muffled by him sucking at the skin of your neck. You feel his cock twitch inside of you before he paints your walls white with hot spurts of his come, his hips still thrusting as he fucked his release into your spent pussy.
“Take it,” he murmurs against your neck, his lips against your skin sending a jolt through you. “Take it all, baby. Stand in front of the judge while you’re full of my cum. Let the whole damn courtroom know how good of a girl you are for taking every last drop.”
He finally releases his hand from over your mouth so that he could swallow your whimpers with his lips in a searing kiss, his thrusts finally coming to a stop so that he could pull out his softening cock.
You can’t help but whimper at the loss but Steve doesn’t leave you empty for long, two fingers replacing his cock so that he could continue to fuck it into you, the sound so obsence that you were grateful for the empty bathroom.
“Good girl, baby,” he murmurs against your lips, a final pump of his fingers before he withdraws them completely, pulling your panties back in place with a loud snap.
You readjust your skirt back over your hips with hands that shook slightly, smoothed down your blouse and your hair before you looked back at Steve, who was tucking himself back into his boxers.
“I’ll see you later, yeah?” You say, still a little breathless as grab your blazer and workbag from the hook on the door of the stall.
“Yeah,” Steve smiles back at you like he hadn’t just fucked your brains out. “Later.”
You smile back at him before you carefully and quietly leave the stall. You quickly check your reflection in the mirror before leaving the courthouse bathroom, hoping that no one had noticed your absence and praying Steve would be subtle when he left the bathroom. It wasn’t often that you and Steve were so reckless but since your little arrangement began over three months ago, you hadn’t been able to resist each other for more than a few days. And so—when you found out that you both had hearings in court today, you couldn’t resist.
You can still feel Steve’s cum, flooding from your cunt and into your panties as you make your way to courtroom five. The thought of his release remaining there throughout the course of the hearing made heat course through you. There was a part of you that wanted to head right back to that bathroom and beg him to fuck you again and again and again. But the sight of Lisa waiting for you outside the courtroom stopped you.
“Ready?” She asks, seemingly completely unaware of where you had been for the past fifteen minutes.
You nod, leaving any thought of Steve Harrington at the door as you head inside. Because nothing—absolutely nothing—could throw you off doing your job and doing it well.
The courtroom was quiet, the way it always was. You have grown accustomed to it over the years. You were used to being able to hear your client breathing heavily beside you, the scratch of the journalist’s pens, the defence shifting in their seats.
Today, you and Lisa were representing your client to discuss their bail conditions. In theory, it should be straightforward. You expected you’d be out of court within the next hour or so.
You glance towards the district attorney’s table but see it was empty.
“Reckon they’re having a late lunch?” You whisper to Lisa with a small smile.
“Probably,” she whispers back as you approach the defence table, greeting your client before taking a seat.
You pull out your notebook, taking the few minutes you had before the judge arrived to look over the bail conditions you had proposed. The sound of the courtroom door opening doesn’t even really register. Not until someone clears their throat right in front of you.
“Sorry,” you say, smoothing down your shirt before you look up. “I was just—”
But at the sight of the man in front of you—you freeze. For the first time in your professional career. You freeze.
Because the man standing in front of you was the same man whose cum was still inside of you. The same man who had fucked you stupid in the courthouse bathroom. The same man you had been secretly fucking for the past three months.
District attorney—Steve fucking Harrington.
As the bailiffs announced the arrival of the judge, you stood on shaking legs.
And as you felt a dribble of Steve’s cum leak out of you, you realise that you were fucked. You were completely and utterly fucked.
Synopsis: After missing your suppressants for a couple days you go into heat in your shop during rush hour.
Warnings/Content: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, heavy breeding kink, knotting, mating marks, unprotected sex, p in v sex, bondage, kissing, pussy slaps, g!p Toph, Omega wife, reader is a baker, dirty talk, biting, scenting, posessive alpha toph, semi public sex (?), office sex, idk chat they just fuck nasty.
Owning the most renowned bakery in Republic City was a dream, to this day you still had to pinch yourself from time to time to make sure this was actually your life. But during the peak of the holiday rush, it felt more like a beautiful, flour-coated nightmare. Your life was no longer your own. It was measured in precise flour weights, frantic shipping manifests, and the constant chime of the front door.
Between the mountain of inventory audits piling up on your desk and your insistence on covering the grueling late night shifts so your staff could spend the holidays with their families, you had pushed yourself past the point of exhaustion.
In the haze of double shifts and stress over a missing butter shipment, the small, pink suppressants sitting on your nightstand had been completely forgotten. For the first time in years, your heat cycle that you’ve so carefully managed was now no longer under your control.
The first sign of the impending disaster wasn’t the fever, but the betrayal of your own senses. Usually, the heady aroma of warm cinnamon and rising yeast was your favorite part of the job, but today it felt nauseating. It mingled with a sudden, honey-thick sweetness radiating from your own skin, a scent so potent it cut through the smell of the ovens like a knife.
Your vision began to swim in a dizzying haze, and the sacks of flour you’d been counting moments ago suddenly felt like leaden weights, slipping from your grip as the world tilted beneath your feet.
Within minutes, your apron was a damp, clinging mess, soaked through with a feverish sweat that made your skin slick and sent violent shivers through your frame. The air in the front of the shop that was once filled with the innocent scent of sugar and yeast, was now replaced by the primal musk of an omega in heat.
Your pheromones hit the front of the shop like a physical shockwave. You watched, paralyzed, as a few Alphas near the display cases stiffened, their conversations cutting off mid-sentence as their heads snapped toward the back of the shop with predatory synchronization. The atmosphere was no longer about holiday treats, or fresh brewed coffee. It was now thick with the dangerous tension of a hunt.
The world tilted sideways as the floor seemed to liquefy beneath you. Black spots swarmed your vision, eating away at the edges of the room until all you could hear was the uneven thrum of your own heart.
Your knees finally gave out, buckling under the weight of the fever, but the impact never came. A pair of strong, steady hands clamped underneath your shoulders, hauling you upright just as you were about to hit the tile.
“Whoa, Boss! I've got you,” Your head baker muttered, his voice tight with a mixture of alarm and the physical effort of keeping you upright.
He was a Beta, mostly immune to the biological siren call you were radiating, but even he looked rattled by the potency of the air around you.
He didn't wait for you to find your footing. Sensing the dangerous shift in the atmosphere and the predatory stares of the Alphas in the cafe, he practically carried you toward the back. Your toes dragged against the floor as he navigated the narrow hallway, shoving open the door to your private office with his shoulder.
“In here, sit,” He urged, easing you onto the leather couch. “I'll work on filling the rest of the orders and getting everyone out. It might take some time but I'll make sure no one bothers you.”
You couldn't muster a response in your current state and he seemed to understand. The door clicked shut behind him, muffling the chaos of the shop. You slumped against the armrest, gasping for air that felt far too thin. The feel of the leather under your palms was cool, a fleeting mercy against your burning skin, but as the first cry of heat induced desperation tore from your throat, you knew the office was only a temporary fortress.
Your eyes slammed shut as another wave of your arousal hit you like a physical blow, forcing your body to buckle under the raw intensity of it. It wasn't just a sensation, it was a deep, pulsing ache radiating from your very core, making every nerve ending scream.
Just as you thought things couldn't get any worse, a fresh rush of slick gathered between your thighs, soaking through your panties and leaving you feeling dangerously exposed in the middle of your workplace.
The pressure building in your lower belly was so sharp it moved past pleasure and into the territory of pure, localized pain. You bit your lip to stifle a sob, your hands were clenched as you clawed at the leather of the couch. You were shaking, the tights that you were wearing completely soaked through as every fiber of your being was currently crying out for your wife’s touch, her knot, to ease the ache.
It has been years since you’ve felt a heat this strong. The suppressants had done their job a little too well, acting as a chemical dam that had finally burst, leaving you utterly unprepared for this level of destabilization.
For years, you had carefully sheltered Toph’s heart, respecting her deep seated fear that she was too abrasive to ever be a good parent. You had buried your own desires to protect her from the weight of that responsibility. But as your heat stripped away your filters, the polite veneer of your marriage shattered along with it.
You tried your best to calm your breathing, but your entire body was pulsing and it made every breath feel like a chore. You knew that even if you tried to find relief yourself, it would be a drop of water in a desert. Your body wasn’t just asking for your Alpha’s touch, it was demanding a purpose.
You needed the full weight of your Alpha wife on top of you to tether you to the earth. You wanted the ache of her knot and the completion of being bred. It wasn't just about surviving the heat anymore, it was about the legacy you’d both been avoiding. You didn't just want her touch. You wanted her bloodline. You wanted to feel the kick of a child who shared her stubbornness, her strength, and her heart.
It was the crushing realization of everything you’d both been avoiding, finally collapsing under the heat of your own nature that broke you. And the sob that tore from your throat was thick with years of unspoken grief and a new, terrifying hope.
The silence of the office grew as the storm of your tears finally receded. You lay there, curled into a ball on the leather couch, your skin slick with sweat while the air around you turned thick with the honeyed scent of your distress. All that remained was the pulsing ache of your cunt and a bone deep longing for Toph.
Hesitation gnawed at you the longer you lay there with your thoughts. You knew the weight of the badge Toph wore. She was the metal wall standing between Republic City and total chaos. To pull her away from her duties for anything less than a city wide threat felt selfish, even as your body screamed for its mate.
Your omega reminded you of what happened earlier and the Alpha’s still idling in your shop. The image of Toph finding you mid heat, alone and vulnerable in a public space flashed through your mind. You knew she'd flip shit if she found out how reckless you were being.
You fumbled with the desk phone before you lost your nerve. Your fingers slick with sweat and shaking so violently you nearly dropped the receiver twice. You dialed the non-emergency line, the familiar digits feeling like a lifeline. On the third ring, a young officer picked up. You recognized the voice, Officer Wong, and based on the hitch in his breath, he recognized yours too.
“Chief's office, Wong speaking,” He said, his tone shifting from professional weariness to concern as he heard your ragged breathing.
“Wong,” You greeted, your voice strained. “It’s me. I need to speak to my wife now and don't you dare put me on hold.”
There was a hesitant pause. You could hear the chaos of the precinct behind him. The shouted orders and the clanging of the metalbending trainers. “The Chief is... she’s in a high-level briefing with the Council representatives, ma'am. She isn't in the best of moods and she was very clear about not being disturbed. I-I'm actually a little terrified to even knock on that door right now.”
Your heat was rapidly replacing your usual patience with a raw, demanding edge. You leaned your head back against the leather, gasping as a fresh wave of slick made your skin crawl with a desperate need for friction.
“Wong,” You growled, your voice dropping into a low command that even the Beta on the other end of the line couldn't ignore. “I don't care if she's meeting with the Avatar and the Fire lord. You walk to that door, and you tell her that her wife needs to speak with her now.”
You heard him gulp, the sound audible over the line. “Ma'am, she'll have my head-”
“If you don't tell her,” You interrupted, a sharp ache in your core making you hiss through your teeth, “She'll find out later that you kept me waiting while I was like this. Which do you think is worse for your career?”
There was a frantic beat of silence, then the sound of the phone being scrambled as Wong moved with the desperate speed of a man who valued his life. In the distance, his muffled, terrified voice broke through the precinct's noise. “Chief! Chief, I'm sorry, but it's your wife! It's an emergency!”
On your end, the world felt like it was beginning to blur. You gripped the phone like a lifeline, your knuckles tight against the dark plastic. The background noise of the station suddenly went dead quiet, it was the kind of silence that precedes the storm.
The phone was snatched up, and you heard your wife's harsh, erratic breathing.
“Sugar-foot,” She whispered, her voice vibrating with a protective fury that made the omega in your purr. “I’m here, talk to me. Are you hurt?”
You were definitely hurting but not in the way that she might be thinking right now.
You gripped the receiver so hard you could hear the material groan as a fresh wave of your heat made your breath hitch. “Toph, I'm in the office and-”
The line went silent for a second, as you were cut off by the distant, frantic shouting of officers in the background. You heard Toph growl something at a subordinate to get out, followed by the slam of her office door.
“Sorry about that sweetheart. What's going on?” She demanded her tone dropping into that dangerous, gravelly rumble that she only used when she was truly rattled. “Your heart is thumping so hard I can feel it from across the city, and your voice sounds like.. like you’re….”
Her voice trailed off as if she was afraid someone would hear. You could imagine how tight her jaw probably was hearing you like this.
“I missed my suppressants, Toph,” You choked out, a sob of relief and desperation breaking through. “For two days. I was so busy with the holiday rush and the shipments that I didn't realize until it was already too late. I’m in my office, the shop is full of people, and I can’t- I can't even stand up on my own. It's like my body is punishing me for denying it the one thing that it needs.”
You heard a sharp intake of breath on her end. The sound of metal groaning, likely from her gripping the edge of her desk, echoed through the phone.
“Two days,” She repeated, her voice dropping into a dangerous register that vibrated deep into the very essence of your being. The protective fury was still there, but it was being overtaken by a dark, territorial hunger. “You were so busy taking care of everyone else’s holiday that you left yourself wide open. You're radiating like a lighthouse, Sugar-foot.”
Fresh tears stung your eyes, you could hear the underlying disappointment in her voice. “I’m sorry baby I didn't think-”
“That's the problem. You weren't thinking.” Her voice had hardened into a scolding tone. You could hear the metallic shing of her police cables retracting into her armor with violent speed. “You're in a full blown heat, in a public building with the doors unlocked during rush hour and my seismic sense is picking up spiked heart rates all over your lobby.”
“I know I'm an idiot,” You whimpered, your body arching as the ache between your thighs sharpened. “Please, Toph. It hurts. I need you.”
“Lock the office door right now,” She barked, and you could hear the clatter of her armor as she moved. “If anyone so much as touches that handle before I get there, I’ll bury the whole fucking block. Stay on that couch and don't move an inch.”
You did as you were told the moment the line cut off. The click of the lock resonated through the quiet office, a fragile and final barrier between your unraveling state and the bustling streets of Republic City. It was the only thing keeping the world out, but it couldn't stop the storm from brewing within. Your legs, which had been trembling since you stood up, finally gave out entirely. You collapsed back onto the couch with a loud exhale.
You buried your face in your hands, the shame burning hotter than the heat itself. This was a nightmare. You were the owner of this establishment, a professional who prided herself on order and grace. And yet here you were, overtaken by a primal need you hadn't felt in years, leaving your staff and customers to deal with the fallout of your scent.
You wanted to scream at the top of your lungs into the leather cushion, the image of that bakers wide, terrified eyes burned into your mind. He was barely twenty three, a sweet guy who helped prep during the day with a smile, and today he’d had to serve as a human shield for his Omega boss. He’d felt you shaking, caught the scent of your slick, and had to physically drag you through a gauntlet of unmated Alpha’s whose eyes had turned dark and predatory.
How do you look him in the eye on Monday? How do you maintain the authority of a business owner when he’s seen and smelled the most vulnerable version of you? You were supposed to be the one taking care of them, the one ensuring they got home to their families, and instead, you’d turned their workplace into a breeding den.
The professional distance you’d worked so hard to maintain had evaporated in a single rush of pheromones and you felt small, exposed, and utterly humiliated.
You curled into a ball on the couch, the leather cool against your saturated skin. You felt like a failure for being so careless with your meds, and as a professional for losing control in front of your staff during rush hour no less. Toph was right, the timing couldn't have been worse.
Your self deprecating thoughts were short lived. As a distant thrum began to vibrate through the couch frame. It was faint at first, like the beating of a heart deep within the earth, but it was growing louder.
Your wife was coming, fast.
Before you could even finish the thought the stone wall of your office groaned under the weight of an impossible force and then shattered inward. Toph hadn't bothered with the door you’d just locked, she was literally reshaping the building’s foundation, tearing an archway through the earth just to reach you.
As the dust settled, you swallowed thickly, the sight of her nearly stealing the air from your lungs. She looked absolutely feral. Her hair was a mess, escaping its usual pins and falling into unruly waves that framed her face and fell over her shoulders.
Her skin was streaked with the grime of the city’s underbelly and the sweat of her transit. Toph's chest was heaving, her shoulders rising and falling rapidly, syncing with the frantic hammering of your own heart. She stood there, feet planted wide, her seismic sense likely feeling every drop of your slick and pulse of your blood through the floorboards.
She looked powerful, dangerous, and to your heat addled brain, utterly irresistible. Your body betrayed you again. A fresh, hot wave of Omega slick pulsed out of you, the sweet scent saturating the air in the small room to the point you could taste it on your tongue.
You watched as Toph wiped a smear of dirt from her forehead, her sightless eyes fixed in your direction. The protective fury was still there, but it was being rapidly overtaken by a dark, possessive hunger. She stepped over the rubble, the metal of her armor clinking softly, until she stood at the edge of the couch, towering over you, her entire shadow swallowing you whole
Her restraint snapped like dry timber. A flicker of something feral flared in her expression as her nostrils flared and she breathed in your Omega scent.
The sound that tore from Toph’s throat wasn’t human, it was a low, rumble that vibrated through the floorboards and settled deep in your core. It was the sound of an Alpha who had found her mate vulnerable in the open, and it sent a primal shockwave through you that made your core clench in a desperate, weeping pulse. Toph's Alpha instincts were screaming to cover you, to hide you, and to mark you so thoroughly that no other soul would dare look your way.
“You've got no idea what you’re doing to me,” She grounded out, her voice thicker than you’d ever heard it before.
“I have some idea.” You groaned, the words catching in your throat as another wave of heat made your hips roll instinctively against the leather.
Toph let out a sharp breath. She unbucked her heavy metal cuffs and tossed them aside with a resounding clatter. Her rough, calloused fingers found the hem of your shirt and slipped under. She didn't just touch you, she possessed you, her palms searing against your fever hot skin.
“Yeah? Well, you're about to have a lot more than an idea,” She rasped, her voice dropping into a register so deep it felt like a physical weight on your chest.
With a sudden, explosive movement, the ground beneath you groaned and opened up, making a sand bed. Toph hauled you flush against the cold metal of her chestplate and lowered you both to the ground. The shock of the freezing iron hitting your skin drew a sharp cry of relief from your lungs, but she silenced it instantly, burying her face in the crook of your neck, her body flush against you. Her teeth grazed the saturated skin there before she bit down, not hard enough to draw blood, but deep enough to leave a stinging mark that would broadcast her claim to anyone who dared look your way.
“You want me to put a pup in you right here on this floor, don't you?” She growled, her breath hot against your neck as she felt you tremble. “You'd let me breed you in the middle of your own shop?”
She nipped at the sensitive skin of your jaw, her teeth grazing the bone in a way that made your vision white out. “Because right now, I don't give a damn about anything. All I can feel is your tight cunt pulsing against my armor.”
“Yes, I need your knot! I want to carry your pups.” The words weren't a request, they were a desperate plea. Your Omega had finally shattered your pride, leaving you drenched in slick and lost to the cloud of your own lust.
“I’m going to fill you so full of me that you’ll be leaking my seed for a month,” Toph husked against your skin.
She was nuzzling your neck with her cheek, marking you with her scent. Toph's large hand locked around your wrist, keeping them above your head as sand bindings wrapped snug around them, replacing her hands. You whined at the slight burn of the sand as you yanked against the restraints, desperate to touch her.
You were so lost in the overwhelming feel of her claim that you hadn't noticed that Toph's movements went deathly still above you. A deep vibrating rumble in her chest sounded in the room then. Toph's nostrils flared as she took in a lungful of your scent.
Her seismic sense, usually tuned to the distant thrum of the city, suddenly narrowed down to the microscopic vibrations on your skin. Beneath the honeyed sweetness of your heat and the sharp scent of her own mark, she caught it: the faint trace of the baker who had held you upright.
It was a Beta’s scent, helpful and innocent, but to an Alpha whose mate was in a fertile peak, it was a trespass. Toph’s entire body turned to stone. Her jaw set with a terrifying, tectonic pressure, and the floor beneath the sand began to groan.
“Who,” She hissed, the word barely a whisper but vibrating with enough force to rattle the glass on your desk. “Who put their hands on you while you were like this?” Her clouded eyes didn't see you, but they flashed with a dark intensity.
She gripped your hair, tilting your head back to expose your throat, her teeth baring in a posessive sneer.
“I can smell him on you,” She said, her voice dropping into a guttural snarl that made the sand-bindings around your wrists tighten. “A stray was touching my Omega while she was dripping for me?”
“It was no one,” You lied, the words faltering under the dizzying haze of your heat combined with the territorial pheromones she was pumping into the air. “Please, Toph I would never let anyone touch what’s yours.”
Your instincts were screaming at you to soothe the Alpha looming over you. The crushing weight of her possessive pheromones had your entire body buzzing. You could taste it on your tongue and feel the pressure of it behind your eyelids. You were absolutely addicted to the way she claimed you.
Toph let out a mocking hum, it was a sound of pure disbelief that vibrated right through your chest. She knew you were lying. Her seismic sense was tracking the guilty flutter of your pulse.
“You're a terrible liar, Sugar-foot,” She murmurs, her nose dragging roughly along your jawline until her lips were resting directly against your throbbing pulse point. “Your heart is tripping over itself. You're vibrating so hard I can practically taste the lie on your skin.”
She shifted her weight, pinning you down more securely into the soft sand. Her hand slid from your waist, her rough, calloused palm pressing firmly against your heat-soaked center. You cried out, your head snapping back as the sudden pressure sent a white hot jolt of electricity straight to your Omega fried brain.
“I don't care if he was just helping you. I don't care if it was an accident,” She growled, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin right over your scent gland. She didn't bite, not yet but the threat was there, sharp and certain. “You are mine. Every drop of slick, every breath you take, and every inch of this heat belongs to me. My scent is the only thing that belongs on you, especially now.”
She abruptly lifted off of you and began to unbuckle her metal belt with one hand, the clatter of the police gear hitting the floor and resonating in the room. She stomped her heel, causing a massive earth pillar to shoot up from the foundation, completely barricading the entrance to ensure the outside world was locked out.
“Since you want to protect no one, I'm just going to have to work twice as hard to scrub him off you,” She promised with a feral, possessive grin. “By the time I'm done knotting you in this dirt, you won't even remember anyone else's hands, let alone your name.”
Toph didn't waste another second on words. With her Alpha dominance fully asserted and the room sealed off from the rest of the world, she used her free hand to rip the rest of her uniform away, letting the fabric and buckles discard into the sand. She moved with an animalistic focus, reaching down to shred what remained of your damp apron and clothes until there was nothing left between her skin and yours.
The sand around your wrist slackened just a bit as her focus broke at the feel of your slick that was already covering her own thighs as she pressed into you. You allowed your gaze to hungrily trail down her body that was corded with muscles that flexed with every movement until you reached her thick shaft. You parted your lips as you stared at the tip that was flushed, and leaking. Toph wrapped her palm around it, stroking her girthy length as the pad of her thumb circled around the slit, spreading the beads of precum.
You couldn't take it anymore, you needed her now. Using your own earthbending you broke free of the restraints and pulled Toph into a messy kiss. The moment your mouth connected with hers, a pathetic sound erupted from your lips. Toph tasted like her morning coffee and everything you have been craving since your heat had started.
More of your Omega slick dripped from your cunt as she kissed you back with fervor. Your moan was swallowed by her tongue as she licked into your mouth, her tongue twisting and sliding against yours in a wet, hungry tangle. You couldn't get enough of her, you were basically drooling as saliva gathered at the corner of your mouth, stretching into thin strings whenever she pulled back just enough to suck your tongue between her lips, her cheeks hollowing with every pull causing your pussy to clench around nothing.
Toph's growl vibrated down into your throat as her hand clamped the back of your neck, keeping you right where she wanted while her other hand released her cock and slid up to grab your breast, her thumb dragging over your nipple until it stiffened under the rough circles.
Toph kissed like she wanted to consume your soul. The longer the kiss went on the more potent your pheromones became, driving your hunger and mixing with the Alpha musk pouring off Toph as her cock pressed into your thigh. You rocked up against her desperately as her seismic sense caught every quiver and roll of your hips chasing her cock.
Toph broke away only to nip along your jaw, her breathing rough. “Gonna breed this pretty Omega cunt right here.”
Toph was completely lost to her rut, she slammed you flat against the sand-covered floor, her full weight pinning you down hard. She shoved your thighs wider with her knees and drove her thick shaft straight into your soaked hole in one brutal thrust. The sudden stretch ripped a broken cry out of you that echoed off the stone walls barricading the door.
Her hips snapped forward again as she dove into you, each slam driving her cock deeper. Every time she bottomed out her balls slapped wetly against you, amplifying your pleasure as the fullness made you dizzy. Toph continued her deep thrusts, pulling back just enough to slap your dripping pussy with the palm of her hand, the sharp sting making you jolt before she thrust back in even harder, never letting the delicious friction end.
“Fuck, listen to you,” She whispered, her voice rough. “Taking every inch like you were made for it.”
You couldn’t form words anymore. Your mouth hung open, spilling broken sounds and half-finished pleas as she kept pounding into you. “T-Toph—ah”
She answered by grabbing your wrists and yanking them above your head again. The metal cuffs from her uniform clicked shut around them, binding you to the stone floor with a short chain. The restraint only made you arch harder into her next powerful thrust as your greedy cunt hugged her shaft driving her deeper.
“Fuck,” Toph grunted, grinding deep so the head of her cock stimulated your g spot with each roll of her hips. “Feel how full you are? I'm stuffing this omega pussy just like I told you I would.” She lifted her palm off the floor and gave your swollen pussy lips another sharp slap, the heavy weight of her sack smacking against you with each punishing stroke.
You weren't even sure what you were saying as you babbled incoherently, your voice cracking as Toph's relentless rhythm left you teetering close to the edge already. “Yes– you're so big baby, stretching me so good ughhhh.”
Toph’s breath came hot against your ear. “Gonna fuck this greedy hole all night. You want that don't you?”
Toph changed the tempo as she felt how close you were, giving you long, deep strokes instead of the quick bursts from before. Even lost to her rut she was still focused on your pleasure. Her seismic sense listening to each quiver of your body as you pulsed around her. Your omega slick drenched the both of you, each time Toph pulled almost completely out of you, her thick tip stretching your tight hole, you could see the sheen of your wetness that coated her abs and hear the wet sounds your pussy was making as she moved in and out of you.
The brief emptiness made the omega in you whine as you thrashed against the restraints, begging her to give you what you need. And just when the sting of the metal became too much she gave you exactly what you were asking for and slammed the full length of her thick cock back into you, rolling her hips so her heavy shaft pressed against your walls.
“Yes–fuck,” You gasped, meeting her thrust. “I want it, Toph. Want you to wreck me.”
Toph snarled in approval and snapped her hips again, causing your eyes to roll back into your head. Your walls fluttered and squeezed around her, rippling along her cock like they were trying to coax out her knot. She felt every desperate contraction and greedy pulse, as she too was close to coming. “That’s it. Milk me with that tight cunt. Make your Alpha proud.”
Your walls clenched and released around her, coating her length in fresh slick that ran down to soak her balls. She groaned, at the sensation, her hips stuttering. “Shit baby, you’re dripping everywhere. This omega cunt is soaking my cock.”
Toph used her strength to hold herself up with one arm, while the other slid between your slick bodies, her fingers finding your enlarged clit and circling it. The heels of your feet dug into her ass as she continued to pound into your pussy with those deep strokes that made your walls flutter as she hit that perfect spot inside you.
Your wrist burned against the restraints, with ever thrust forward the ground beneath you shook as she fucked you into the earth. It was like a continuous feed of pleasure for toph, not only could she feel your hot cunt wrapped around her shaft but she felt every hitch of your breath and vibration of your body through the palm of her hand that was buried in the earth as she fucked you.
She slowed her circles around your clit and gave your swollen pussy lips another firm slap. The impact made your walls clamp even tighter around her shaft. She slapped you again, twice in quick succession, then thrust back inside with enough force to send your body deeper into the sand bed she made.
“Toph!!” You moaned, your thighs trembling around her frame. “More, slap it again..”
She obliged, palm cracking against your slick folds before she buried herself to the hilt and ground in slow circles. The head of her cock pressed deep, rubbing against your inner walls until they fluttered and spasmed around her. “You like that?” She hissed against your lips. “Like feeling my cock stretch this hole open while I slap your pussy?”
“Yes,” You sobbed, legs shaking as the pressure became almost unbearable. “Feels so good. Don’t stop.”
Toph’s rhythm turned relentless. You could feel every thick vein and flare of her cockhead as it dragged along your walls, pressing against that sensitive spot inside you. Her breathing grew heavier, her breath was hot against your neck as she spoke. “You’re close aren't you? Gonna come on my cock before I even knot you?”
“Yes– so close baby.” You mewled, “Please make me come.”
She answered by fucking you harder, hips snapping with enough force to shift the sand beneath your body. Each thrust forced a wet squelch from your pussy as her balls slapped against you in steady rhythm.
Toph’s hand found your throat, holding you in place as she drove into you. “Come on then,” She ordered. “Come on my cock. Let me feel this perfect omega cunt squeeze me while I wreck it.”
“Toph–fuck, I'm coming!!”
Toph groaned low, feeling every contraction along her length. She didn’t stop moving, fucking you through it with short, deep strokes that kept your walls fluttering around her. “Fuck yes,” She hissed. “That’s my good Omega. Coming so hard on my cock you’re dripping everywhere.”
She kept thrusting, drawing out every aftershock until you were shaking and oversensitive. Only then did she slow, still buried deep inside you, her cock twitching with the effort of holding back her own release. She leaned down, lips brushing your ear.
“Now beg for it,” She whispered, voice dark with promise. “Beg me to knot this messy cunt and breed you full.”
“Please,” You whimpered, voice hoarse. “Knot me, Toph. Make me a mommy.”
Toph’s hips rolled in a slow, deliberate grind, her tip pressing against your fluttering walls. “Not yet,” She murmured. “Want to feel you come on me again first.”
She released your binded wrist and your hands immediately shot out to grasp at her shoulders, your nails dragging across the saturated skin.
Toph thrusted forward again, slower this time but just as deep. Your walls hugged her shaft, still sensitive from your first orgasm. The wet sound of her cock sliding through your slick filled the office, as Toph's pheromones released out of her in powerful waves causing your omega to purr. “This cunt was made for my cock, you feel so good baby.”
She drove into you with long, steady thrusts. Due to you still being so sensitive it didn't take long for your second orgasm to come barreling ahead. For you it was the intimacy of it, the way she was holding you flush against her, her body fully on top of you while your fingers traced her spine was enough to send you over the edge for the second time. You came with a quiet cry, your face buried into her neck, your thighs shaking as your canines elongated and locked onto that familiar mating mark.
Toph's hips picked up speed, her arms tightened around you as the beginnings of her powerful orgasm slammed into her. You let out a guttural moan as Toph growled possessively into the flesh of your neck. The ground underneath you vibrated with what could only be described as a minor earth quake. Toph's Alpha nature was screaming, demanding her knot be seated deep within you to ensure the legacy she had spent years running from came to fruition.
She was finally knotting you
Toph’s next thrust came up short, the swollen base of her knot catching at your entrance before it could sink deeper. The sudden stretch burned, forcing your pussy wider around the thickening bulb as it locked inside you.
Toph nuzzled your neck, her teeth grazing where she knew the mating mark she left on your skin all those years ago was. Her cock pulsed hard, your vision blurred as she bit down just as the first thick jet of hot cum painted your inner walls. Your fingers dug into the muscle of her back, nails scraping as another spurt followed as she came inside you. Toph was flooding you with her seed. Each pulse made your belly tighten and swell, the heat of her release spreading through you as your clit throbbed untouched between your bodies.
A broken sob tore from your throat as you lost track of home many times you've come. Your pussy clamped down around the knot as your walls fluttered, milking every fresh spurt she pumped into you. The metallic taste of your blood filled Toph's mouth as she marked you, her hips never stopped moving as she continuously pumped into you. She was completely lost to her animalistic nature and your omega couldn't be more satisfied.
Tears slipped free from your eyes, sliding down your cheeks as your body shook through the constant overstimulation.
Toph’s hips rolled in short, grinding circles, keeping the knot seated tight while her cock kept throbbing and releasing inside you. The shallow movement dragged the swollen bulb against every sensitive spot, forcing another helpless orgasm to crash through you. Your pussy spilled omega slick that splattered against her thighs and leaked into the sand below. Toph had you folded completely in half now, her hands bracing the back of your thighs as she held you place, making sure you got every last drop of her cum.
Toph's tongue lapped at the mark she left on your skin before she placed a wet kiss to it. She lifted her head from your neck, her palms leaving your thighs so she could cup your face firmly. The pad of her thumbs traced your cheeks, brushing away the fresh tears that continued to fall. “You're being such a good omega, taking every last drop of my seed. Are you still with me baby?”
Your lips parted around another breathless sound as your belly swelled full and heavy with her knot. “Y-yes, too full–can’t stop..”
“I know,” Toph husked, her eyes fluttering closed as the honey-scented musk of your heat started to dissipate from the air now that you had her knot. “It's been awhile Im going to make sure it takes.”
“You're going to be the best mom.” She added, kissing away your tears as she brushed your hair that was sticking to your face out of the way. “I wouldn't want anyone else to carry my pups.”
You knew she meant it. After spending so many years thinking she hated the absolute thought of it, you were at a loss for words. All you could do was cry and pull her down into a warm kiss. Toph rested her forehead against yours, her lips curving into a soft smile. You weren't sure how long you laying there just kissing her, but eventually, her knot deflated and softened, slipping out of you with a slick, wet pop.
Now that your heat had finally broken, all that remained was a quiet hum in your veins. Toph stayed close, her touch incredibly gentle as she lifted herself off of you and guided you out of the makeshift sandbed she had molded in the center of your office. You leaned heavily into Toph since your legs were still shaking. You really didn't have time to lay here with her, you were in desperate need of a shower and some food before your heat picked back up again. This was only day one.
“Ugh, I just realized,” You mumbled, resting your head against her shoulder as you looked around. “There isn't a shower here.”
“Why would there be?” Toph snorted, wrapping a solid arm around your waist to keep you up. “Good thing you drove to work today. Let's get you home before it picks up again because I can not do another round on the earth.”
“Whose fault is that? We had a perfectly good couch in here and somehow you still decided to make a bed out of the floor.” You responded.
“I needed the space,” Toph claimed, a wicked smirk cutting across her face. “Besides, you weren't complaining when you were begging me to put a pup in you.”
Your face warmed at that, you grabbed her discarded shirt from the desk and threw it right at her face. “Shut up.”
Toph just snorted, catching the fabric easily as you finally gathered your bearings. Looking around the room, the reality of the past few hours fully set in. The office was a complete disaster. Papers were scattered everywhere like confetti, the chair behind your desk was completely overturned.
If that weren't bad enough your walls were crooked and the floor was nonexistent since Toph had earth bended the pillars through your very expensive hardwood floors to lock you. “Toph. Look at this place, it's a mess.”
“Can't see it, babe, remember?” She teased, her grip on you tightening affectionately now that you were dressed.
“You know exactly what I mean,” You said, playfully slapping her arm with a huff. “You are definitely renovating this entire office the second my heat cycle is over.”
Toph let out a booming laugh, kissing your cheek. “Deal. I'll build you the fanciest office in Republic city, But first, lets get home.”
And you had never agreed with a statement more in your entire life.
AN: Sorry this took so long Anon I had to make this right for you and I still feel like I could've done more.
I'm sorry but I find it really fucking funny that the fandom saw this miserable, tiny scruffy-looking pale thing and immediately clocked him like - yeah, that's a vampire right there. I love you guys.
