Guys I'm pms-ing and have been wanting weed so bad for like the past 3 weeks, keep that in mind🧍🏾♀️I swear I'll get back to finishing my fic drafts just let me have this!!
Mature content under the cut
Plug!Dex who SWEARSSSS he doesn't want you. That he doesn't fuck his clients, doesn't get to close because it's just business and he'll be damned if you try to get a discount out of him
You have to wear him down because it's so fuckin obvious. Show up to his house a lot more in clothing that doesn't leave much to the imagination
Plug!dex that looks at you like you're crazy when you pull up 30 minutes early to his house but lets you in anyway (WHIPPED!) Only because he copped a new strand and wanted you to be the test subject! No other reason!
Plug!Dex grumbles and rolls his eyes while taking care of you after that new strand fucked you upppp. It's nothing extravagant but he does keep making sure you don't slump forward and destroy his rolling table. I mean coffee table
Plug!Dex took forever to warm up to cause he has to keep up an image when you know damn well eventually he got a soft spot for you. But if you're waiting for him to say it out loud, don't hold your breath
Plug!Dex pulls his gun on you after he finds out you were messing around with some of his much more dangerous asshole friends with intent to show you what could happen if shit goes left, which only resulted in you swirling your tongue around the tip of the barrel and gazing into his eyes to get his reaction
Plug!dex won't give you discounts but will green out with you any day. Just know it will always either start or end with fucking. Non negotiable!
Plug!dex won't claim you outright but makes it clear to his homeboys that if they even stand too close to you, they're fucked
Plug!dex slaps your ass in front of anybody whenever you walk past him. Same theme as the bullet above; he won't claim you officially but it's code for "that's mine"
Plug!Dex lets you tattoo him if you're a tattoo artist
Plug!dex will stand in front of the door in your way until you change clothes. At first it was just when he let you tag along to parties and hangouts but it became in general. And if you pull the "you're not my man" card he follows up with "I'll fuck you like I am. Go change."
Plug!Dex physically pulls you away from his homies if you're getting too chummy with them or vice versa. It's usually you doing it just to get him a little ticked off with the possibility of dealing with you later
Plug!dex lets you do all the work when you fuck him while high. If you're both sober best believe you're getting slung over his shoulder and put through the mattress
Plug!Dex calls you stupid for turning down good guys. Especially if he sees it but is not opposed to you showing him why you keep doing it
Plug!dex has a tape you both wanted to make in his main phone for safekeeping and jerks to it when he misses you
Summary: Zuko comes back from his perilous trip in need of a little more than medication from his royal medic AKA his secret lover
Warnings: Smut; Explicit, handjob, technically sub zuko, jerking him off from behind, gn!reader, lover boy zuko, temperature play (?)--he lowk a freak, "baby" used, he says "I love you", barely proofread
I have seen the movie and OHHH MY GODDDDDD THEY'RE ALL SO FINEEEEE😭😭😭 Ik this is short but i had to put something out 😩
Word count: 1.5k+
Zuko finally made it back to the fire nation safe and sound after making sure Republic City didn't go under. With half his outfit gone and hair disheveled (yet still beautiful), his council insisted he go get treated and rest up.
Normally he'd refuse and shake off his injuries, acting like they're not nearly as severe as they really are, but ever since a new doctor was hired to the palace he hasn't hesitated since.
Why, you might ask?
Because he found out the new doctor was someone he knew. A friend from wayyy back when. Long before he was banished or his family life went to shit.
However, nobody else knows this.
Zuko was escorted to the medical room--for some reason no matter how times he told them it wasn't necessary. He walked in with a cloth across his body, body and muscles overly defined by the candlelight illuminating the space.
You were kneeled before him with your eyes lowered when he came in. Once his guards left, he just stood there.
"...you know you can stop pretending, right?"
You looked up with a smile on your face as you jumped to your feet and into his arms. A solid, longing kiss on the lips to follow. He kissed back with intention as he held you close. Then came a wince. You stop abruptly and step back.
"Zuko! You're hurt."
"It's not that bad," he says with a whole bunch of bruises littering his entire upper body. The look you gave him made his heart skip a beat.
"C'mon," he continued as he grabbed your hand to pull you closer. "It's been a long couple of days and I'd like to spend the night with the love of my life before going back to Firelord duties."
"Zuko," you narrow your eyes at him, "the last time we got intimate while you were this injured, you were bedridden for three days. And I almost got punished. By death."
"That was one time," he pouted. The only time he ever pouts is when he's alone with you. It's actually quite bizarre. "And you know I'd never let anything happen to you."
His arms wrapped around your waist and his forehead rested upon yours with a soft sigh. He hasn't been able to show this side of him for a long while before another world saving trip with the Avatar.
"I missed you," he murmured. "And I only became bedridden cause I did all the work."
"You were drunk."
"Mmm, we both were-"
You shut him up real quick when your warm palm found the front of his crotch and gave a light squeeze. He grunted softly as he backed away an inch, and you just smiled at him.
"Apologies, Firelord, what was that?"
"You're unfair."
"Oh, should I stop?"
"No," he stopped you from pulling away with a shudder. "Please."
"Please what?"
"Touch me," he said, "please."
"I don't know, Zuko," you practically purr. "Will you let me treat you after if I grant your wish?"
"You could strike lightning directly into my heart if it meant having your hand down my pants right now."
A genuine chuckle couldn't stop from escaping as you backed him closer to the wall and ended up behind him. Hand trailing from his now bare chest to his abs right back to where he desperately needed you to be. You could feel him physically melt while your other hand lightly massaged his bicep.
"We haven't done this in a while," you whisper while toying with the band of his pants. "You might be more sensitive than last time."
"I don't care," he shuddered once more. You could feel the goosebumps rise on his skin for a moment. Zuko felt like he was willingly jumping into an abyss when he started to descend to the ground with you.
As he sat there between your legs, you just had to admire him from his side profile. The sight of him all flushed and panting softly before you even touched him the way he wanted only made you want to tease him even more, but you decided against it only because you really wanted to treat his minor injuries later.
His breath caught in his throat when you lips attached to his neck while simultaneously reaching in his pants and pulling him out. You hummed and shushed him softly.
"Don't be so loud," you whispered.
He leaned his head against yours after you spit in your hand and started stroking. Eyes real tight. Jaw clenched. Hips subtly bucking. Oh, he's so sensitive.
"Can you, uh," he began, his hands squeezing your thighs to focus. "Can you do that thing? Please."
"What thing?" You asked. Knowing exactly what he was talking about.
"With your hand," he said, "your palm. The warmth thing."
"Ohhh...you mean like this?"
When his head fell back into your shoulder, it was like instinct for your free hand to cover his mouth. You could hear him muffle "yes" repeatedly while nodding frantically. Breaths shaky and irregular.
"Someone had a long few days," you muse to yourself, but you know he heard you. He could only whimper and grunt in the same vain when he felt your thumb run over the tip. "And we haven't seen each other in weeks...you missed me, huh?"
"Mhm.." he nodded again. "Missed you so much..."
"How much?" You uncovered his mouth to trace his Adam's apple.
"So fucking much," he exhaled. "I thought about you everyday. Every waking hour. No wonder the Chamberlain keeps saying I zone out so much-"
You hear him gasp and strain his voice to keep himself quiet.
"Ooo," you muse, "you're getting close."
"Hotter," he muttered. You feel like you misheard him.
"What?"
"Hotter," he repeated, "make your hand hotter. I'm almost there."
"...that won't hurt?"
"Please don't make me say it- fuck."
"Say...what?"
"Just- I like the pain okay? Just, please, make your hand a little hotter. I'm right there, baby, please."
This genuinely caught you off guard. You knew he had his freaky tendencies every once in a while but you can't believe you haven't caught on to his rare masochistic desires as long as you two have been dating. And that makes him all the more hot. Pun intended.
His eyes open a little once you made your palm a little hotter. His chest rising and falling a lot quicker than before. The main sound in this little room being your incredibly warm hand jerking him off with your own spit had him about to see stars.
"Yes. Yes, just like that. Gods-"
He grabbed the hand occupying his throat and slapped it back onto his mouth as he came. His hot seed spilling all over your fingers as you worked him through it. His hand rested on top of yours for extra security to prevent his array of deep groans from echoing through the palace. His eyes shut tight again as a single tear slides down his cheek. He hasn't felt this good in so long. Which was almost a month but to him it's a millennia.
After about a minute was when he started to really calm down. His heart wasn't leaping from his chest anymore but boy was he sweating. He moved his hand along with yours and took a few good breaths to center himself.
"Thank you," he finally said. Head still resting on your shoulder. "Thank you so much."
"Just doing my job," you lightly tease. Pulling the top of his pants back up and wiping his sweat with the other. "Just don't fall asleep yet. I still have to treat you."
Zuko just smiled lazily at that, lightly shaking his head.
"I love you."
You smiled back at him. He couldn't see it but he could feel it against his face. The side with his scar. Which made his heart flutter a little bit more than usual.
"I'm gonna marry you someday."
Now it's your turn for your heart to flutter. Skip a beat, even. He notices.
"I don't care how long it takes for me to make real changes around here," he continued on. "We will be together. In the open. And you won't just be my nurse anymore."
"...wow," you manage to say. "It's not like you to be this sentimental after we get intimate."
"I kind of almost died," he admitted. His tone very serious now. "One of my last thoughts before Katara helped us was that I didn't even get to marry you, so...yeah."
He sat up slowly and rolled his shoulder before shifting to get a good look at you in this gorgeously lit room. Falling in love all over again. He looked down at the hand he, uh... came on and cleared his throat while blushing.
"Um- sorry about that."
You laugh softly through your nose and grab a nearby little towel that was within reach and wiped it off.
"It's okay," you said. Copying the way he was sitting so that you were right across from him, leaning forward to give him a peck on the lips. "I love you too."
hii erm since i'm taking a break from writing rn my brain was like "you must draw. NOW" so. tosses dispatch oc at you and dips
[dispatch profile on the left]
edit2: i didn't expect this post to get traction at all um THANK YOU EVERYBODY?? UR ALL SO GREAT AND NICE❤️❤️ here's some info about her:
elaine crenshaw, AKA ellie mercury is a science buff turned versatile hero. with her abilities to turn into any element on the periodic table, she (well, the dispatcher/player) has the potential to focus on a more mobile or vigorous role in the phoenix program
For the chrome blazer pic my idea was since the amulet makes anyone who's wearing it blonde, I thought well since my girl's entire body is covered in an element...make her whole body gold instead of just her hair 🤫
vigor upgrade [Lady Chromium]: when sent with a hero that has low vigor, she gains +3 vigor and cannot get injured if the mission fails. this effect stacks once per shift. if injured in this route, all stats decrease by one
mobility upgrade [Madam Molecule]: has the ability to turn into gas when sent with highly mobile heroes. works best on stealth missions. if injured in this route, her movement is slowed on the next call (mobility decreases to 1)
intellect is very important to her character as it is her strong suit but choosing mobility or vigor as her secondary is just as important!
Summary: Toph only meant to gauge what the hype was about when it came to this legendary underground street fighter, and all it takes is one fight to get her answer
Warnings: Smut; Explicit, top!reader, power bottom!toph, soft dom!reader, use of strap-on; missionary, reader is taller than Toph, reader is described as muscular, plot with porn at the end, we got a squirter, Toph is not subtle at all, barely proofread
Toph won the poll! Happy pride month <3
Word count: 3.7k+
It's been a while since Toph decided to roam the city at night. Today was a good day of training and she figured she treat herself since she beat up every last student again with ease. With no hands.
In her down time at the temple, she's been hearing murmurs about this "legendary" and "undefeated" underground street fighter. Naturally, she had to find out herself.
After roaming around for a bit, she could finally hear commotion underground near the outskirts of the city. If it weren't for her seismic sense, she would've drilled a hole in the ground and completely missed the secret entrance just ten feet away from her.
There wasn't any music. Just cheers and jeers and it didn't take rocket science to figure out it was a really big crowd.
But some of these comments...weren't about the fight.
From "Get his ass!" "No mercy!" "My money's on the tall one!"
To "Don't hurt that pretty face!" "She is so hot..." "Finish me next!"
Just what is going on here?
"And the winner is...The Skipping Stone!"
3/4s of the crowd cheered while the rest groaned and tossed their coins into the pan. After a while the chatter died down and people started to file out. Most with grins on their faces as they counted their added funds.
Now, it was just you two.
After safely securing your prize money in your bag you stretched and wiped yourself down so you wouldn't be all sweaty and disheveled when going back to the surface. Then, you felt a pair of unrecognizable footsteps approaching from behind before you even looked.
"I know you know I'm here," she said, stopping a few feet behind and crossing her arms. She could only get so much information from the outline of your body and wondered not only if you were as good as people said you were, but also if you were as attractive as some have expressed back there. She can't help it, her curiosity gets piqued when it comes to a good challenge and someone who's potentially hot.
You turn around fully with a raised brow. Is that...
"Toph Beifong?" You said aloud. Complete disbelief. But it wasn't from being star struck, you just genuinely wondered why she'd be here or how she even found out about this place. "What are you doing here-"
"Normally I jump at the opportunity of a crowd, but," she began as she cut you off and backed up only a few inches. "I wanted to get a feel for what the fuss was about." She added. "Show me."
The true test. Can a highly contented street fighter keep up with THE Toph Beifong?
Let's find out.
You scoffed and got into your stance. Light on your feet and nimble, kind of like Aang. Which was a slight disadvantage for Toph since she can't pick up on all your movements too well considering you're not that grounded like the majority earth benders.
You knew of Toph. You've heard the legends and the stories since the avatar stopped Sozin's comet, but that's it. You weren't a fan but there was some admiration.
You struck first, sending a rock her way to test the waters. The sudden attack didn't even startle her. In fact, it only made her raise one brow. How pathetic.
In just an instant and without even so much as turning her head, she easily caught the rock in her hand.
"Is that it-?"
Before Toph even finished her sentence, you slid the ground from under her feet and sent another few rocks at her chest. She dodged most of the attacks, which is what you wanted so you could kick up some rubble and send it flying in the direction she dodged to.
You actually managed to knock her back...impressive.
It was a good thing this underground mock-arena was roomy. Because the attacks she was throwing would've caused serious damage on the surface.
Your evasion was out of this world. She could barely hit you. And while you couldn't hit her so easily, you still managed to clip her a few times. Which only made her grin wider.
What really got her was that you not only used some moves from your previous match, you also did a move you don't use often. While you were airborne after evading the tide of rocks shooting up from the ground, you quickly covered her feet with rock so she'd be stuck to the ground. Once you landed you didn't waste any time lunging and tackling her to the ground. Her wrists pinned while you both took the time to breathe. A drop of sweat hit her cheek but she wasn't bothered at all.
Instead...she was into it. Very.
"Will that be all, Miss. Beifong?"
All she did was grin. You really wore her out, which is a first in a long time in a 1v1. You're good...really good.
"Come by my temple," she said. You got up and dusted yourself off with a short laugh.
"I don't do that sort of thing. Thanks, though."
Did she just get...rejected? Toph Beifong, the greatest earth bender in the world, doesn't get rejected.
"Y'know, people would kill to come to my temple. Let alone be invited," she sat up and listened to your footsteps moving around. The sound of you picking up your bag and slinging it over your shoulder made her ear twitch. "My students told me about you."
"Ya don't say," You mused, half paying attention and heading towards the exit.
"Hey!" She stomped the ground and flicked upwards, blocking your path with a wall that stopped at your height. You huffed, annoyed, and turned halfway to cut a glance at her.
"What?"
"You," she pointed in your general direction--only slight off. "Are coming with me."
"To do what, exactly?"
-
You walked next to Toph in some kind of uniform that didn't quite fit too well. The accidental cropped shirt squeezed your biceps and these harem pants stopped above your ankles. She insisted that you'd be a "great addition" to her program.
"Attention, runts!"
You watched her walk ahead of you as her students lined up in rows like they've all personally seen war. Worn heavy armor and came back to the mainland smelling like blood, iron, and smoke. The way Toph taught, they might as well had been real soldiers.
"Dude...is that-"
"-the Skipping Stone? I was just thinking the same thing!"
"I can hear you whispering!" Toph crossed her arms. "Yes, I have recruited the mighty, almost untouchable Skipping Stone. She's going to be my assistant teacher from this point forward. I expect you to put your fangirling aside and treat her like you'd treat anyone else. Understood?"
"Ma'am, yes, ma'am!"
"Sheesh," you mumbled under your breath.
"Alright, first order of business. Today's drill," she clapped twice and looked over her shoulder at you. "Everyone versus The Skipping Stone."
The whole yard erupted in cheers and pure hype. Some started cheering like they’d just been told the greatest fight of their lives was about to happen. Toph strolled across the yard to a raised platform, presumably where she sits to, uh...not watch, but...assess? Something like that, you think.
You stepped forward only a little nervous. Not necessarily to fight these students of hers but part of your movements might be restricted by this tight ass uniform. You guess you just have to make it work for now.
"Rules are simple," she called out. "It can be one at a time or all at once. Earth and metal bending are allowed, and Skippy?"
You blinked and looked at her, confused. Did she just call you-
"Don't hold back."
You smile a bit at that. "Wasn't planning on it."
One particularly brave kid stepped forward first. It was a tall guy built like a brick wall, couldn't be any older than 19, and dropped into his stance without hesitation. A stance you don't see often out there underground. You took a deep breath and got into yours, trying to ignore the sound of the seams choking around your arms.
You barely even flinched when he charged. He was fast and heavy-footed, the ground shaking beneath you while he simultaneously turned the metal braces on his arms into projectiles. Of course, you were quick. Dodging while sealing the crack in the ground. Deflecting the metal scraps and using them to wrap around his ankles and send him airborne.
You could hear gasps and chatter as you threw a large piece of the ground upwards and had it wrap around his body so he didn't land harshly, then brought it back down. A loud groan escaped him as he hit the ground.
You weren't breathing as hard as he was. Sweat barely broke as you looked out into the crowd and shrugged to stretch your shoulders. Damn this shirt is tight.
"Who's next?" You asked. They all exchanged looks, coming to a conclusion in silence moments later. They were going to come charging at the same time.
One second it's quiet, the next second is straight chaos. There wasn't a line waiting. It was everyone moving at the same time. You blew a quick breath and got to work, remembering this wasn't some underground brawl to win some money for the week.
It was like a stampede coming from all sides. They were pretty fast. Only a few took a slower approach to catch you off guard. You took out three almost instantly since they also used metal projectiles. More evading rocks of different sizes hurling at you. Some hits landed but this was only because of this damn shirt!
"Time out!" You said as you hit the ground with a grunt. Mumbling curses and peeling it off, readjusting your pants and cracking your neck. This, this was much better.
As soon as it hit the floor you were now just in the bandages wrapped around your breasts. Sweat glistened along your shoulders, neck, and hairline. Some of the older students gawked, men and women. The younger ones admired how cool you looked.
"She's..."
"Yeah..."
"Wow..."
Toph huffed, irritated. You got back in the groove. Light on your feet. Nimble. Keen. Toph's ears perked at the recognizable patterns on the ground. Finally. This is what she's been waiting for.
"I'm ready."
It's like you've released five pound weights from around your arms. They were a lot more in unison this time but that didn't mean shit to you. You moved like a free leaf in the wind. An acrobat in a circus. Taking offense this time and knocking them down like crumbling pillars.
Many of them noticed you used earth bending way more than metal bending, assuming you were weaker in that regard. Which wasn't entirely false. There were some moments where they had the upper hand but you've been in similar situations like this before.
It was down to the last student who relied heavily on metal bending. You had to take it slower, ignore the sweat dripping from your chin to your chest. You two circled each other until she made the first move.
She was fast and precise. Looked a little older. One of few that wasn't driven by brute strength, but rather timing and technique. And while you've been going at this for a good five minutes, you still gained the upper hand.
You parried an attack of three metal bars coming at you in many the blink of an eye--which stung like a bitch. You countered fast and bent them to be shaped like boomerangs. When she went to dodge them, you used that opportunity to leg sweep and send a large rectangular shaped rock her way and knock her on her back. The woman got hit and fell back a few feet before rolling onto her face. A few seconds of silence goes by then the sound of slow clapping breaks you out of your trance.
"That...was epic!"
Some of the students groaned in response.
You eased up and took a much need deep breath, wiping your forehead your forearm. To which you now just noticed is cut up from not dodging enough metal attacks.
"Let's get you cleaned up," she added as she got down from the platform and approached you. "Everyone else clean up, too. After that, I want to talk to you all then you're free to go home for the day."
-
You winced slightly while you ran the cold wet cloth over your arms and shoulders. Then you patted it against your neck to cool off. Staring at yourself in the mirror until your gaze shifts to the right. Chuckling softly, you keep tending to the little cuts and scrapes on your upper body.
"You finally tell them I'm not actually here as an assistant teacher?"
"Yeah. I also said you were only here for the day. You should've heard the way they protested that idea. They really like you."
"I thought I heard a collective of jeers."
Toph walked up and landed on the sink next to you.
"You know you could've told me the shirt was too small."
You playfully scoffed. "I did," you said. "Twice. And you responded with 'you always whine this much?'"
She laughed. Your imitation was spot on. She wasn't going to say it out loud, but she only let you wear it because she sneakily found a way for her hands to be on your biceps earlier and decided even if she can't see it, knowing you're wearing something that could burst open if you continued to wear it was thrilling, in a way.
"You did great out there. For real," she said. Her tone as genuine as she could get without it being too mushy. "However..."
"However?" You asked with feigned offense.
"Your metal bending could use a lot of work."
You hummed and wrung out the water in the cloth before tossing it in the laundry bin. "I agree with you there."
"Luckily you have the greatest-"
"-earth bender in the world to teach me, yes, I know."
She huffed and crossed her arms with a faint smirk. "Where'd you learn to fight like that? I'm not used to that kind of fighting style."
You shrugged. "I kinda just learned it from surviving in the lower ring for most of my life. I didn't start making money until I heard about that little underground arena three years ago."
She hummed quietly. "Did you get your name from competing?"
"I actually got it from managing to skip stones on the ground as a kid," you chuckled to yourself at the memory. "My friends just one day started calling me that as an inside joke. Then I eventually took it to the arena, submitted my name as The Skipping Stone, and the rest is history."
Toph could almost imagine it as you spoke. The story you told was actually...sweet. Heartwarming.
You reached around your back to start undoing the sweaty bandages that stuck to your skin. She heard it all and could take a good guess as to what you were going to say next.
"Shower's down the hall," she said. You raised a brow at her.
"... isn't that where your quarters are?"
"Mhm," she confirmed. Calm, cool, casual. On the outside, that is. On the inside her stomach was twisting and her heart was racing. You nodded slowly and undid the bandages carefully. When they were fully off, you rolled them in your fist. She held out her hand without even glancing your way.
"I'll wash em for you," she said. You didn't question it cause she might change her mind in a split second.
-
The next couple of weeks consisted of more training and more...private lessons in metal bending. It would always be after sundown when it was just you two. You were a quick learner but what she really liked the most is that you proved your first fight wasn't a fluke. You didn't win against her all the time but you were pretty damn even. And that was something she doesn't take lightly.
Toph thinks she's subtle but she's the least subtle person you've ever met. From the flirtation that's wrapped in teasing to constantly hitting your arms to leaning on you while watching the other students train to complimenting you more when you're alone, you're not oblivious at all. Honestly? You found it cute. Endearing, even.
And she might claim to hate being called cute after she's been teasing you all day but the blush on her cheeks says otherwise every single time.
After a very long day of sparring with the others and her, you visited her quarters because she asked you to meet with her right after she was done discussing whatever it is she discusses with her students.
"Hey," you said while stepping in. She had just taken her hair down and was in a bra and shorts. Nothing you haven't seen before but you rarely ever saw her like this. "You wanted to talk?"
Toph stood up from her bed and walked towards you. Those cloudy eyes managing to reach yours, not bothering with coming up with a bullshit answer and instead just reaching up and grabbing your face to kiss you. When you didn't pull away she backed up a few inches so that her back met the wall. You didn't know what to do with your hands at first but after you processed the situation, they landed on her lower back.
One of your hands slid up to rest on her neck to deepen the kiss. Tongues tying and breaths mingling. Then she suddenly backed up and pressed an object to your chest. You look down to see a clear glass strap-on. She sensed that you were hesitating to speak so she spoke first.
"We had a long day," she simply said. "And I want you to use this on me."
You looked down, then back up at her. "Okay," you said with a soft laugh. You knew she was direct, but you hadn't considered this direct! That and you knew better than to question her after hours.
Your face was buried in her hair as she held you tight. Legs wrapped around your waist while you thrusted at a slow and steady pace. Her breaths a little shaky and shallow. Biting her bottom lip to stifle her moans so you didn't get a big head.
"You don't..." she gasped softly, trying to mask it with a raspier groan. "You don't have to go so slow. I can take it."
You left soft kisses on her neck and shoulder and hummed. "I know you can. I'm going slow because I want to," you murmured.
She groaned again but it wasn't in annoyance at you. Quite the opposite, actually. Her heart was beating faster at the fact that you weren't treating her like something to conquer or tame. But like...a partner.
"So stupid," she chuckled and squeezed her thighs against your ribs. The sound of you sliding in and out of her louder due to her enhanced hearing was chipping away at that wall she so meticulously built.
She unintentionally arched her back when you found a bit of a quicker rhythm, feeling you smile against her.
"Don't get all smug on me," she quietly scolded. "I didn't invite you here to- fuck-"
Her own senses betrayed her. What she thought was the booming drum of her heart was really yours. It was picking up so fast because you were deciding exactly when to go the pace she wanted.
You lifted your head to look at her. Her messy bangs covering one eye, hair sprawled all over the pillow. She was struggling to find the right words at the moment. You could see it.
"This okay?"
"Shut up," she breathed out. Teeth gritting as she only got wetter. The grip her legs had around you loosened so you could have more room, and boy did you use it.
She grabbed your forearms that were by her head tightly. Refusing to give you the satisfaction that you were slowly but surely unraveling her.
She grunted and lifted her hips as much as she could. At first you were sharing at moment in time, now you were fucking. As much as she tried to hold back her little whimpers they kept slipping through. Your rhythm was now different. Primal. Your eyes closed for a few seconds while you just listened. Her breath hitching. How she reacted when you would intentionally go in halfway just to slam your hips into her a second later. How she thinks you didn't clock her whispering your name twice now because of how quiet it was. You caught it all.
"Right there, yeah," she said between her teeth. Eyes rolling back and grip weakening in your arms.
She's close but she won't tell you. It's up to you to guess, but in reality you didn't intend to stop yet. It was clear she needed this after the week she had and you're the one she chose to give that to her.
She cursed aloud when she came. Slick coating your bare thighs and lower abdomen. You kept going. And going. It was now that she let go. Toph's moans and groans were so raw yet so precious. She couldn't stop. Still squirting, still demanding you don't let up. Do not stop.
She reached up with cold, shaky hands and held your face. Getting a feel of the expressions you were making while you guided her through this high. From your cheeks to your eyebrows to your parted lips. Her breaths heavy as she started to come down.
You slowed your hips to a stop. Still inside her. Your faces only inches apart. She didn't move to kiss you and neither did you. Her fingers gliding against your sweat glistened forehead. You knew this would be the only way she got to really look at you. You smiled lazily when her thumbs ran across your lips. She listened to your heartbeat get slower.
She swallowed and licked her lips once she could fully think straight. Bringing you down to rest your forehead on hers. One peck on your face, then she spoke.
