Ruin Me
Pairing: G!P Toph Beifong x Wife!Reader
WC: 6.8k+
Synopsis: Toph hasn't touched you in two months and you're spiraling.
Warnings: nsfw, 18+, p in v sex, Toph has a dick, dom toph, feral bottom reader, breeding kink, finger sucking, biting, rough sex, flirting, power dynamics, dirty talk, squirting, overstimulation, aftercare, cursing, slight mention of blood, use of pet names, no y/n, waterbender!reader, parents toph and reader!, mention of lin.
AN: I had to go touch grass after writing this. Its my first time writing g!p so if its bad I apologize. I hope you freaks (affectionate) enjoy.
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Sundays were rest days in the beifong household. You made sure to implement them the moment you had given birth to Lin. It took a lot of convincing, Toph was a natural workaholic and spent the majority of her life having the freedom to come and go as she pleased.
At one point in your relationship Toph had made it very clear that marriage wasn't in the cards for her. She wasn't like her friends — who were able to create these profound, soul tying connections with nearly everyone they encountered. Spouses, friends, random people on the street. They entered rooms and were loved by most. It happened so naturally for them. Sometimes she'd hear katara and aang being all lovey dovey and insufferable and aside from her initial disgust, a bitterness had burned her throat upon the realization that she may never experience a love like that.
But meeting you — falling in love with you, had mended deep emotional scars that she'd otherwise neglect. Being married to you had slowed her down, softened her in a way that you weren't expecting. Each kiss, each longing touch, each late night confession where you'd cry and pour your heart out to her because you felt so much. Rewired something in her, altered the way she viewed the world, relationships, love, connections.
There wasn't anything wrong with her, she began to realize. Toph beifong would never be as affectionate as Katara or as deeply connected to her emotions as Aang. And that was okay, she just loved differently, in the only way that she knew how.
Now here you both were, married for 4 years and together for 8. You had given birth to your first child three years ago. And each day you redefined the meaning of love, family. And toph — who resented her own parents, was doing her best to be for lin what her parents weren't for her and you admired her bravery and resilience.
With no alarm and a toddler soundly sleeping in her room for now. You took the opportunity to roll over on your side and observe your wife's sleeping form. It was rare that you didn't wake up with your daughter's foot in your back. You can't remember the last time you were alone with Toph for longer than a few stolen minutes before she leaves for work.
The truth was you haven't had sex in nearly two months. It's the longest you've gone without being touched by her since you've been married and living together. And you just didn't know what to do with yourself anymore. It also didnt help that you were ovulating and today would be your peak.
Some days, Toph would come home well after dinner, exhaustion from the day clinging to her tired limbs. You would lean in the doorway, watching her metal bend her uniform off. You took note of every detail, the way her brows pinched together in concentration, the singular bead of sweat that trickled down her sharp jaw. The way the tank top she wore underneath clung to her sweaty skin in a way that made you envious.
Toph never said anything. Never brought attention to the way you sucked in a breath whenever she was near. Or the subtle change in your heart beat when she reached across the table during dinner to grab condiments.
Toph could be doing the simplest of things and it would send you into a frenzie. Household chores, interacting with your daughter, just going about her day to day life and you would feel that familiar ache in your core that had you pressing your thighs together just a little tighter.
It was embarrassing, how feral you were becoming. She was your wife, you were supposed to be attracted to her. Your body was supposed to crave her. But this? This was something else entirely. Something carnal and usually, Toph was able to read between the lines. But apparently, your lingering touches and the need to be close to her weren't cutting it anymore. As the days turned into weeks, a month into two and still no indication that she was catching on. The decline in your mood became evident. You began to do things you knew would annoy her and still nothing. It was safe to say you were starting to become what Toph would call– a brat.
This particular morning, Toph's hair was scattered across the pillows, her long, unruly locks pooling around her in a halo. Her eyes were closed, breathing a slow rise and fall of her chest. She was laying on her back, in a tank top that was just tight enough you could see the rosey peak of her nipples. Your eyes traveled lower, to where the curve of her cock imprinted the thin layer of sheets you threw over her sometime in the night. You swallowed, hard, at the sight of it.
You had to look away to stop yourself from doing something insane. Like climbing on top of her just to feel something. You fell back onto the pillows, staring up at the ceiling now. The sun wasn't even out yet, your body still not quite registering the stillness of a Sunday morning.
The bed shook when Toph shifted, a breathless sound erecting from her parted lips. Your own breathing hitched, your body stilled. She was slowly gravitating in your direction, her body searching for you even in her sleep. You could feel her breath fanning your cheek, the warmth radiating from her body enveloping you. She didn't wake, didn't reach for you, and somehow that made it worse.
Everything in you burned like you were in heat and it was becoming increasingly hard to stay still. You peeked over at toph, waiting for even a twitch of her jaw to indicate that she was awake. But it never came, she didn't make another sound.
You knew she needed rest, she worked hard and deserved to have a moment of peace. Even if every cell in your body was vibrating with need.
You sat up in the bed, tossing the covers to the side. It made no sense to lay there and be frustrated all morning. You could at least start the day in some way. There was always something that needed to be done when you were a parent.
You slid out of the bed, feet paddling against the smooth stone floor that toph had designed herself because she was dead set on personalizing your shared home. You reached for the doorknob of the ensuite bathroom, in desperate need of a cold shower. Which you fully intended to take now that you were all worked up.
You paused just shy of the door, you already missed the warmth of your bed and Toph's presence behind you. It would be so easy for you to just crawl back in and settle between her muscular arms. The weight of them around you would be a special kind of torture given your current predicament.
You were so distracted by your scandalized thoughts of her that you almost missed the subtle shift in the air that indicated someone was bending.
Low and behold, the moment your hand tried to turn the handle, instead of opening for you like it normally does, it locked in place. All on its own. You tried again, twisting and turning, aggressively yanking at the knob like that would somehow get it to bend to your will. It wouldn't budge. And to make matters worse you didn't have any water around to break the lock yourself.
With a frustrated huff you released it, turning towards your wife who was resting comfortably in the bed, on top of the covers now, perched up on one arm. For a moment you forgot what you were even doing in the first place and why you would ever leave the bed when she's in it.
Her beauty was ethereal, and sometimes you had to pinch yourself to make sure you weren't dreaming and this woman was actually yours.
The early morning hours always had a habit of highlighting the femininity of her softened features, the dips and curves of her body, the parts of her that she only allowed your eyes to canvass.
“You're up.” You say in surprise, feet rooted in place. You didn't dare attempt to cross the room. Not when she was looking like everything your body has been craving for the last two months.
“And you're pacing the room before the sun comes up.” She pointed out, her voice still thick with sleep. “Which is very unlike you.”
Your face flushed, heat pooled from your core upon hearing the slight rasp in her voice. You lifted your chin, blowing out a shaky breath as you tried to regain control over your raging hormones.
“I'm not pacing…” you lied, pulling your eyes away from her in an attempt to calm the racing of your heart, “I'm just not tired and it makes no sense laying around when there's a house to clean.”
Toph shifted, scooting further up the bed so her back was rested against the headboard. You watched the way the muscles in her shoulders constricted, bending to her will with each movement. There was a time when you could remember those same arms around you, holding you in place as she fucked you from behind.
You chewed on your bottom lip. It should be criminal to look this good before the sun is even up. Why must the old gods punish you like this?
You swallowed thickly, hands balling into fists at your sides. The cold shower you were considering to take now became absolutely necessary.
“Something's up with you.” Toph says, her tone wasn't accusing, just thoughtful. “You have been restless, short tempered, and you've reorganized Lin's toy closet 3 different times this week. If I didnt know any better I would think you were competing with the other moms at her preschool for best stacked toys.”
Your face flushed, before you quickly caught yourself. “How do you know about that?” you demanded, voice tight.
The air between you cracked with energy. Your body was taut, muscles coiled with the kind of sexual tension that only your wife could relieve. It was really the audacity of Toph that had you spiraling. The nerve of her to sit here and list all of the things she's been picking up on for months yet hasn't done anything about.
Toph's lips curve into a devious smile. She was purposely trying to rile you up. And you took the bait, just as she knew you would.
“Our daughter,” she said the word with a fondness that made you immediately soften. “came to me crying yesterday asking for her favorite toy that somehow was not in her bed where she left it. I almost had to rearrange the entire layout of her bedroom so she could find it.”
You huffed, fingers tugging at the hem of Toph's oversized RCPD t-shirt you were wearing, shifting from one foot to another. She was right about one thing. You just couldn't stay still no matter how hard you tried.
“So you knew this entire time and just didn't say anything.” you groused, crossing your arms over your chest. “You allowed me to suffer.”
Toph laughed, low and throaty, the sound cutting through the space between you. She was holding her stomach, shoulders bouncing with each chuckle as if it were the funniest thing she had ever heard.
You glared in her direction, eyes burning into her in hopes she could feel the intensity of it.
“You weren't being very subtle and suffering?” She teased, slapping her knee. “I wouldn't go that far, don't be such a drama queen sweet cakes!”
“Is there a point to all of this?” you grumbled, foot tapping against the floor, a clear sign of your agitation that you knew she could hear.
Toph tilted her head in the direction your voice was coming from. Her voice had lowered a fraction, taking on something more intimate. “The point is, if you want something, all you have to do is ask.”
Her words landed exactly where she intended them too. Your legs were moving before your mind could catch up and talk you out of it. You crawled onto the bed with the grace of a woman on a mission. Toph didn't attempt to reach out for you. She just stared ahead, hands clenched at her sides, waiting patiently for you to finally ask for what you wanted.
It was infuriating and yet so her.
You swung your leg over her lap, your legs bracketing her thighs with ease. You sank down onto her lap hard enough to steal the air from both of your lungs.
“Well.” Toph husked, her tongue darting out, licking her chapped lips. You followed the movement, your eyes darkening. “That's one way to get my attention.”
Toph grasped at the soft contours of your well rounded hips. Her calloused fingers descended, spreading across the expanse of your thighs, flexing across the skin there. You knew what she was searching for. That small slither of exposed skin above your bikini line where your shirt had ridden up.
When she found it, the tips of her fingers, brushed over the skin in what could only be described as a feather like touch. Toph didnt stay in one area too long. It was like she was refamiliarizing herself with the shape of you and she wouldn't stop until every inch of your skin was claimed.
Your hips jutted when her cool fingers descended lower, grabbing handfuls of your ass, smoothing the skin before giving it a firm slap. Toph groaned as you rocked into her, chasing the friction. Her nails dug into your sides, her fingers tightening around you, halting your movements.
You wanted to scream, whine, throw a fit, curse her out for denying you again. When you felt it, the curve of her cock pressing into your inner thigh, the appendage straining against the boxers she wore.
She was hard.
You had very little time to really process it because the sexiest thing you have ever seen happened next. Toph's breath stuttered, her eyes blew wide, her teeth clenched. You were already making a mess in her lap and she could barely contain herself.
The throbbing of her cock was a constant pulse that was becoming almost painful. It has been just as long for her as it has been for you. And her body needed this release just as much as you did.
The thought alone caused what was left of your restraint, that has been keeping you from jumping her these last two months to finally snap.
Both of your hands grabbed her face, your lips crashed together with the desperation of two women starved. The kiss deepened, Your tongue lined her bottom lip, forcing entry, you licked the roof of her mouth, tongue sliding against hers hot and wet.
Toph's hands were sliding up and down your sides, across your spine. You could feel her everywhere, her lips, her hands that were continuing to claim the skin she could reach. Her lips moved against yours like she was trying to retrieve something that had been lost to her. You moaned into her mouth and toph swallowed it, sucking on your tongue.
Eventually her hands returned to your thighs, fingers pressing into your bare legs as she pushed forward, fighting for dominance and control of the kiss.
You refused to submit, not when you had her right where you wanted her. You leaned back slightly and she chased your lips, never letting them disconnect. One hand rested on your lower back while the other slid up the base of your neck and cupped your jaw, her thumb sweeping your cheek affectionately.
You melted at the action. Your body surrendering before you even got a chance to put up a good fight. Toph smiled into the kiss, pulling away just enough for you to hear her very smug and sometimes infuriating voice.
“There's my penguin-bear.” She cooed, the pet name she uses only for you rolling off her tongue smoothly. Since the moment you met Toph has swore up and down that you had the cuteness of a penguin, but when you were angry, when it came to protecting your family you would transform into something dangerous, like a bear. “I was starting to think she was on an extended vacation and I was living with an imposter.”
“You haven't touched me in two months.” you growled, claiming her lips in a punishing kiss once again.
Her lips moved against yours, firm and purposeful. She was trying to slow down the kiss, stroking the fire raging inside of you in the hopes of snuffing it before it turned into something she couldn't tame. And at first you let her believe she was getting through to you. And just when she started to soften, when her shoulders relaxed and it slowed to a slow, sensual kind of conjoining of lips and tongue. You bit down on her bottom lip hard enough to make her gasp.
You sucked on her bruised lip, pulling it between your teeth for a moment before releasing it with a wet pop. The tangy, metallic taste of her blood on your tongue.
“You bit me!” She shrieked, laughter rising in her chest. “You're such a fucking brat you know that?”
“You ignored the needs of your very sexually frustrated wife who let you put a baby in her and pushed out your daughter. Who's really the one at fault here?”
Toph smirked. "Let me? If i remember correctly you were begging for me to--"
"Shut up."
Toph opened her mouth to rebuttal, but you kissed her hard again, silencing whatever weak argument that was going to spew from her lips. You rocked forward in her lap, slow and deliberate, pressing your hips against her cock just enough that she could feel it.
The breath she let out was harsh in her throat, your hands clung to her shoulders, sliding down her muscular back, becoming familiarized with every dip and curve of her body.
“I should hold out.” You hissed against her lips, breathless. Your hips still moved in a slow, steady, rhythm as you rocked against her, smearing your wetness all over the hardened bulge. “I should climb off your lap and make you take a long cold shower as punishment. But that isn't going to work for me, not this time.”
Toph kissed the corner of your mouth, her hands gripping your side, halting your movements. You gasped, broken and raw, your panties were a mess, slick heat dripping down your thighs leaving a wet spot on the top of Toph's boxers.
“This little show you're putting on is very cute.” Toph says, her voice strained. It was taking everything in her not to throw you against the mattress and fuck you until you couldn't remember your name. You could hear it in her voice, how much of herself she was holding back, the careful control that was slipping now that you were a needy mess in her lap.
You defiantly tried to move your hips to rock against her, but her calloused hands kept you in place.
“Cute?” the word felt heavy on your tongue. “What do you mean cute?”
“It's cute.” She said the word again, drawing out the syllable like you were both speaking different languages. “That you think you're the one in charge just because you're on top of me.”
Your breath hitched, you clenched around nothing as the ache in your core became nearly unbearable. Toph's hands slid up your thigh, her short nails biting the skin hard enough to send a jolt through your body.
“I-I am in charge!” Your voice was weak, fraying at the edges, just like your argument. “You don't get to be in control right now. You're the one that hasn't touched me in months.”
“Baby you wouldn't know the first thing about being in charge." She purrs in a sultry tone. “I can guarantee you will be begging for me to take over, to fuck you right halfway through.”
The challenge was there, and you refused to let her win. “You underestimate me Toph Beifong.”
Toph was a competitor, she enjoyed the thrill of a challenge. She also loved to prove a point, especially when it came to you.
“So what do I get if I win?”
You blinked, she couldn't be serious right now. “Do we have to do this now? Baby i just need–”
“No, no, no.” She interrupts, voice dark, and haunting. “We made a deal and when I win I want more than bragging rights.”
You groan, fisting her shirt with both your hands and tugging it. “You're impossible, do you know that? We could be fucking right now and instead you're trying to cash in what exactly? A fantasy?”
“Maybe.” She shrugs. “Or maybe I want the ability to cash it in at anytime. And you have to do whatever it is, no matter where we are.”
It was a horrible deal, but your mind was clouded with lust and you weren't exactly thinking clearly.
“That's reasonable,” you said after a moment. “And if I win, you have to spend the entire day shopping with me no complaints.”
You sealed the agreement with a heated kiss, your fingers carding through her hair. As the kiss heated up Toph broke away just enough to make you aching for more.
“Go ahead sweetheart.” She rasps against your lips. “You're in charge, remember? It's all yours, take what you need.”
“Okay,” you choked, voice already wrecked and she wasn't even inside you yet.
You shifted in her lap, lifting up, a broken moan leaving your lips when you felt your slick heat, you pulled your ruined underwear down your legs and tossed them to the floor. Your fingers dipping into your soaked folds, your warm, sticky wetness gathering on your fingers.
You leaned towards toph, licking a line up her lips. She parted them, her own tongue darting out in search of yours.
“You want a taste?” You murmured.
Toph inhales sharply, “Yes.”
She reached out, gripping your wrist tight, like you were the anchor holding her together. Toph slid her hand overtop yours, guiding your fingers through your slick folds, your hips jutted when your combined fingers lightly brushed over your clit.
Tears prickled your eyes, your lips parted, breath coming out in rapid bursts as she massaged your clit, in tight, even circles before dipping lower, with more purpose. Your fingers dipped just shy of your entrance, and you cried out, it was all too much.
“You poor thing" she cooed, "you're soaked, this all for me?”
You couldn't speak, not with her guiding your fingers through your slick folds. She was confidently mapping the familiar terrain of your cunt like it was made for her. You were already so close, she knew, she could feel it as your cunt pulsed under her finger tips, clenching around nothing.
She was teasing your entrance now, applying just enough pressure to make your body quiver in anticipation. Just when you thought she would slip her fingers inside you, give you that relief your body was begging for. Toph did something unexpected. She eased your fingers from your swollen cunt, and guided them to her parted, waiting, lips.
She slid your wet, sticky, digits into her mouth, the sweet and tangy taste of your slick coating her tongue. Her moan vibrated around your fingers, her tongue rolling around each digit, licking and sucking them clean. She was trying to ruin you before she even really touched you yet.
You had to kiss her, taste yourself on her lips. There was nothing hotter than Toph Beifong, dick hard, lips painted with your slick and completely at your mercy. It made something deeply primal and possessive take over.
You gently slipped your fingers out of her mouth, a string of her saliva mixed with your wetness connecting you. Your pupils had darkened substantially as you slid your hands down her body, cupping her breast. Your lips peppering kisses along her jawline and down the base of her neck.
Your dominant hand reached into her boxers without warning. Your warm fingers wrapped around her length. She was large in your hand, solid. You began stroking her, slow at first, applying just enough pressure to pull those sweet breathless sounds out of her.
“Fuck, you needed this just as much as I do you're about to bust.” You murmur, her cock twitching in the palm of your hand. “I’m going to take such good care of you baby lift up.”
She did as she was instructed, her movements slower, shakier as you helped remove her boxers. There was relief that overcame Toph's features once you slid the ruined fabric off of her. Your wife's thick, veiny cock sprung upright when you released it from its cage, beads of precum decorating the throbbing slit of its head. You started pumping her cock, hand moving in tight, even circles, spreading the precum that was leaking from the tip along her length. Toph jerks into your hand, hips lifting from the bed to meet your strokes.
“Sweetheart–” Toph grunts, her voice strained. “If you keep this up I'm not going to last very long.”
You slowed your movements, “We can't have that now can we?”
You grabbed just below the tip, thumb skidding the top of it, you sat up on your knees. Hovering over her thick shaft, you lowered yourself just enough to guide her through your soaked folds and over your clit. Coating her length with your wetness.
Toph whimpers, a low desperate sound that has your body burning with need.
“Shit–” She cursed, throwing her head back. “Baby–” she started again, gritting her teeth. Toph never begged but today she might if you didn't speed this up. “Please.”
You sank down onto her without much of a warning, your thighs flushed around her. Your vision blurred, as your cunt wrapped around her like a glove. You didn't move right away. You adjusted to the stretch, the burn, the pulsing of your body, the fullness of her being inside of you after so long.
You looked at toph then, her lips were slightly parted, breath catching. Her fingers were digging into your hips so tight her knuckles were going white.
You kissed her, slow and deep, her hand slid across your stomach and underneath your shirt, cupping your breast. Her fingers massaging the flesh there before giving your nipple a firm squeeze.
You started to move.
“Fuck, baby you're so big.” You mewled, the drag of your clit against the base of her cock with each roll of your hips sending jolts through your entire body. “you always fill me up so good.”
You fell forward, lips planting on her neck, kissing her collarbone, your tongue was a slow drag against the skin there. Your thighs flexed, the drag of her cock inside of you was deep and purposeful. The bed creaked as you rode her, lightly slamming into the wall.
Your combined broken moans filled the room as you rolled your hips once more, causing her to meet your thurst, lifting slightly off the bed before she caught herself. This was your pleasure, you were setting the pace, and she wanted to see how far you'd get before you begged her to take you.
You reached behind you, bracing your hands on her knees, fingers curling around them for balance. The angle shifted as you leaned back, breast bouncing, hips rolling, body spasming. You were riding her cock with abandon, each thrust stealing the air from your lungs.
You whimpered, your rhythm faltering, each deliberate stroke, each drag of her cock against your walls sent a ripple up your spine. Every thrust stretched you opened, every slam of your hips had Toph biting down on her lip hard to stifle her moan.
And God– you looked down between your conjoined bodies, watching her thick, veiny, shaft come almost completely out of you, the sheen of your slickness coating the entirety of it before it disappeared back inside of you in quick bursts.
If only she could see how wrecked you were. There was a pool of your slick now coating the both of your thighs. You grinded down, your thrust growing shakier as exhaustion clung to your limbs. You were breaking, just as she said you would.
“Please.” You gasped, needy and desperate. “Toph– baby, I need more, I need you.”
You couldn't take it anymore, you needed her to fuck you good. To hit that spot deep inside you that you just couldn't reach on your own.
You looked up at toph through lidded eyes, and the expression on her face was smug. “So you want me to take over baby?”
You gritted your teeth, face flushed, hair sticking to your forehead, “yes,” you choked, walls clamping around her cock. Toph's fingers dug into you, her entire body taut. “please don't make me beg.”
“You're already doing it sweet cheeks but that's okay.” She murmured, using her strength to flip you onto your back. Her arms were on either side of your head as she pressed down into you. “I'm going to fuck you right, make you feel real good.”
Your hand delved between your bodies, guiding her cock back into your aching core that was already open and ready for her. Toph pressed her lips against your throat, decorating the skin with her marks. She thrust forward with a slow roll of hips. Your body curled around her as she buried herself to the hilt. You mewled, toes curling, fingers digging into her spine. She held it for just a second, before pulling almost completely out, and sinking back into you more purposeful than before.
She was prolonging your pleasure, fucking you deep and slow like this. Drawing out each moan as if it were a symphony of your pleasure playing only for her ears. It was deeply intimate, the way she knew what areas to hit to bring you just on the edge of your release before changing her tempo.
You felt tears brimming behind your eyelids as she fucked you so good. You couldn't take it, the pressure building low in your belly, the sensation spreading throughout your entire body. You couldn't breathe, couldn't think, she was every where. Her lips leaving open mouth kisses on every area of skin she could reach, her long dark hair tickling your cheeks as your body jerked with each slow and torturous thrust.
The tears were falling before you could stop them, you were a blabbering mess underneath her, unable to form coherent sentences.
"Its okay baby I got you." Toph breathed against your cheek, kissing your salty tears. Her hands slid under your thighs, she untangled them from around her, holding your legs so your knees were pressing into your chest, and began to move.
“Toph–” You cried out, grasping at the sheets. The new angle had each sharp thrust hitting your cervix, her hips slammed into you with the same careful precision she put into her earth bending. Gone was the woman that wanted to fuck you soft and slow to prolong your inevitable release. Toph's thrusts were reverent, a woman on a mission. And now, she was giving you exactly what you wanted, what you begged for. You clamped down on her dick hard.
Toph keened, voice strained, chest tight with emotion. Her hips picking up speed. “Fuck sweetheart you're wrapped around me so tight. You want me to put another baby in you don't you?”
“Yes,” you cried out, wanton gasps, and whines filling the room, Toph's thighs slamming into yours, each thrust setting a punishing rhythm. “I want to have another baby Toph, fill me up, make me yours.”
She had you completely folded in half now, driving her cock into you. Her breaths came out in sharp exhales, her eyes were slammed shut tight, she was so close, you could feel her cock twitching inside of you.
Your fingers grabbed at her hips, nails clawing at her sides. Toph made a strangled sound above you. The feel of your walls fluttering around her, encouraging her to go deeper, harder, faster, whatever it was going to take for you to be full of her seed was pushing her closer to the edge.
You begged, needlessly in her ear, grasping at every inch of her skin in an attempt to pull her closer. Your eyes were wide and glassy as you looked up at her. Her thrust grew ravenous, her hand was anchoring herself on your thighs, keeping them locked in place so you couldn't escape from the steady rhythm of her hips slamming into you. The pressure in your core was building faster than you could fathom. Your orgasm was close, so close that your skin was prickling.
“Are you going to come for me?” Toph crooned, strokes never faltering.
Your body responded for you. Your legs began to shake, toes curling, lips parted. The palms of your hands slammed into her shoulders as you tried push her away, escape the intensity of it. The most powerful orgasm you have ever had was rippling through you. Wave after wave of your slick flowed out of you. Soaking the both of you and the sheets.
Toph's hips didn't slow as you clamped down on her cock, her thrust rapid, shallow, fucking you through it. The feel of your warm, spongy walls clamping around her shaft had Toph teetering on the edge of her own powerful orgasm. Her arms gave way hallway through, her body now fully on top of yours pressing you into the mattress.
Her arms hooked around the back of your thighs tightly. Toph thrust were selfish, clumsy. The only sounds that could be heard were your combined ragged breaths and the obscene squelching of your cunt every time her cock drives into you.
A stream of expletives fell from your lips. Toph kept you open for her, her lips on your neck as her thrust became more deliberate, forceful. You could already feel your second orgasm fastly approaching.
“Yes, just like that.” you were dizzy from the sensation, every thrust of Toph's cock hitting your g-spot. Your hands spread across her back, nails leaving deep crescent shaped marks that broke the skin.
When toph came, it was with a deep, guttural moan. Her cock twitched inside you, shooting long, thick white ropes of her come into you. Your eyes went white, your body jerked, you held her firmly, crying out as her thrust were uncoordinated and shallow. Her own legs were shaking as she fucked her seed into you. There was so much of it still coming out of her.
“Toph–” her name died on your lips as your legs began to shake once again, another orgasm overtaking you. You could feel everything, every pulse of her cock twitching inside of you. It was all too much, you couldn't take it. “its too much– i cant–"
“You can,” she grunted, her cock still twitching inside of you, spraying your walls with the rest of her seed. Your cunt clamping down around her tight. You were milking her for all that she had. “You're going to look so pretty carrying my baby again.”
You groaned, as her thrust slowed to a stop. Your limbs were aching, she didn't pull out right away. You were too sensitive to do anything and she knew that. Toph did however release your legs so your knees weren't pressing into your chest anymore.
After a few minutes, she pulled out, and with her a stream of her cum dripped down your thighs. She was up and moving on shaky legs before you could even open your lidded eyes. Exhaustion clung to you now, your throat was parched. Toph returned from the bathroom with a towel and some cool water from the faucet.
Your tried to sit up but winced at the ache between your thighs. Toph held the water in your direction which you gladly took. Taking small, careful sips while she wiped your thighs with a cool, wet rag.
It was the soft; quiet moments like these, when she tended to you with gentleness and careful consideration, that you fell in love with her all over again. The name Toph Beifong meant alot of things to different people. Friend, greatest earth and metal bender in the world, chief, public figure. But to you she was your person, your home, the only person you wanted to go to sleep next to, and the first person you wanted to see when you woke up the next morning. She was the beginning and ending of your love story. And you cant even imagine a life without her in it.
You didnt know you were crying until your eyes blurred and you couldn't see her clearly anymore. You sniffled, fingers tightening around the glass that you were holding. Toph's ears twitched, and the hand that was still cleaning the rest of the slick from your thighs paused.
“Are you crying?” There was worry in her voice, she abandoned what she was doing and slipped into the bed beside you, pulling you into her so your head could rest against her chest. “Did I hurt you? Was it too rough?”
Your tears were now relentless after hearing the concern in her voice. No one has ever loved you the way toph has.
“No,” your voice wavered, “It was perfect, just what i needed. I'm actually really happy right now and so in love with you.”
Toph's arms were still tight around you but her shoulders did relax just a fraction. “So... you're crying because you are happy?”
You sniffled, “Very much so.”
She didnt say anything after that. Just hummed thoughtfully. You knew Toph didnt really understand it, and she wasnt the best at words when it came to comforting you when you got like this. So she offered the only thing she could, her presence, and that would always be enough.
The sun was up now, the early morning light peering through the windows. You were all cried out now, curled into her side, listening to the steady drum of her heart. You should have gotten up twenty mintues ago but you weren't ready to share her with the world just yet.
“So..” you trailed off, voice light and playful. “Another baby huh?”
“I should not be held accountable for what I say during sex.” She snorts, arms tightening around you. “Its completely unfair.”
Your fingers that were rested on her chest drew slow, absent circles around her breast. “Well, you better have meant it because there's no going back now chief.”
“Of course I meant it.” Toph says, her tone was deeply affectionate. “Lin needs a sister. It might teach her how to play nice and share.”
Your laugh was soft, rueful. “Baby, I'm going to hold your hand when I say this. Your daughter is not sharing her things with anyone. She runs a very strict program.”
“I wonder where she got that from.” Toph sniffs.
“Says the control freak.”
Toph pinched your side causing you to yelp. “Take it back.”
“Never.”
“This is blasphemy!” She says in mock horror. “I'm not the one that coached her into committing toddler terrorism.”
“Hey, that is not fair.” You gasped, playfully slapping her. “In my defense she kept coming home from preschool without any of the toys or crayons I sent with her. What was I supposed to do, just let them continue to rob our daughter?”
Toph shook her head, a smile creeping on her lips. “You're so dramatic. They weren't robbing her, she gave them away. Which means no crimes were committed.”
“Whatever.” You grumbled, pushing off of her so you can get up and shower before a toddler burst through your door begging for breakfast any minute now. "You're just saying that because you didn't have to deal with her tantrum or hear her cry the entire way home until I caved and took her to a local shop to replace what was lost.”
“You spoil her.” Toph sighs.
“She deserves it.”
“Not when she's whining.”
“She's three toph all she knows how to do is whine.” You rolled your eyes, even though you knew she wouldn't see you. “must be a beifong triat.”
It was the subtle shift in the air that alerted you that toph had bended. The floor beneath your feet rippled, throwing you off balance. You caught yourself immediately, hand bracing the wall.
“You tried to trip me.” You accused, laughter rising in volume. “You sneaky little shit. Oh, it's on Toph Beifong! Two can play this game.”
Toph smirked, arms folded underneath her head, resting against the pillow. Her voice was smug, overly confident. “May the best woman win, baby.”
You shut the door loudly, already brainstorming some ideas to get back at her. It was going to be difficult to catch her off guard but you were determined to win this.
Game on.
AN: Part 2? How should reader get back at her if i continued this? 👀
