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It was a cool, moderately humid evening as Toph quickly and purposefully made her way down the road. She turned her face up, feeling the light, misty rain spray on her face as she walked. She inhaled deeply, letting the smell of the spring rain and the wet earth fill her senses, tasting the fresh rain on her lips as she licked them.
As she turned, and walked up the familiar road, she felt her pulse thrum in excitement, but she didn't let it show. As she arrived on the stoop of her destination, the sun dipped below the horizon. Toph raised her fist and knocked firmly on the sturdy door in front of her before she stuffed her hand back in her coat pocket, and waited.
“Coming!” She heard his loud voice call, heard and felt the heavy thuds of his footsteps, with that distinct, subtle limp he walked with and had ever since his injury all those years ago. The door swung open, and as always, the warmth just radiated. She was never quite sure if it was from just the house, or if it was him.
“Toph!” Sokka beamed, he hadn't been expecting her, and she knew that. But he never minded her dropping in.
She pushed her way into the house and past him, ducking under his arm from where his hand braced on the door frame as she came through, much to his mild amusement. He shut the door, and she was already removing her coat, tossing it aside haphazardly.
“I was working late on a case and I needed to get out of there for the night, figured I’d swing by on my way home,” she said casually. Sokka’s place was, decidedly not on her way home. It was in the opposite direction. Truly, she hadn’t even planned on going over to his, not until she found herself automatically turning in the direction to head to him.
“On your way home, huh?” Sokka’s voice was teasing as he sauntered over to her, a grin tugging on the corner of his lips.
Toph let out a soft huff, turning to face him. It had not been a good day, this case she was working was driving her almost crazy, she had hit a wall and her leads had gone cold. She knew she was missing something, it was bound to be right in front of her, too…
But she needed to get her mind off of it, which is precisely why she decided to continue on her way to his when she found her feet carrying her there.
She strode towards him, closing the distance between them. She stood up on her toes and placed her hands firmly on either side of his face, feeling the light stubble under her calloused palms. Toph pulled him down to her and slammed her lips against his.
Immediately, his hands found their way to her sides, sliding down, feeling the familiar contours of her body until they settled in the dip of her waist. He knew this mood with her well, she was stressed, frustrated, and needed a release. And truly, Sokka was more than happy to oblige. He was always one to lend a helping hand whenever he could. What kind of friend would he be if he didn’t? It wasn't as if this didn't benefit him too, after all.
It was just casual sex, between friends. For stress relief. That's all it was.
Toph broke the kiss, their breaths hot on each other's faces and heavy. “Just shut up and be happy I'm here.”
She didn’t give him a chance to reply before her lips were back on his, wasting no time as her tongue caressed his lips, urging him to deepen their kiss which gladly, he did. Her tongue slid into his mouth as his hands slid lower, gripping her ass. She could taste the after-dinner drink he always had on him, and a hint of the pipe tobacco that he always denied he smoked.
Sokka’s fingers dug into the firm muscle of her ass greedily as he began backing her up, herding her towards his bedroom as her hands slid down him, feeling the strong muscles of his neck, before stroking across his broad shoulders. Toph appreciated the sturdy man Sokka had grown into deeply, no longer the lanky teen she had traveled the world with when she was young. But a strong, solid man. Broad-shouldered and strong, much like his father.
She not only loved the way he felt under her, but his sturdiness made her feel less worried about breaking him under her.
Toph’s hands slid down his back, feeling the fabric rasp under her palms as she went towards his waist. The deeper their kiss went, the more eager they both became, hands greedily groping, urgently tugging on clothing, leaving a trail to his bedroom.
At some point, Toph turned them, and the back of Sokka’s knees hit his bed. With a firm shove, she pushed him back on his bed, earning a grunt from him. She wasted no time climbing on the bed, the springs squeaking as she straddled his hips. Between his sitting room and the bedroom, they had both somehow managed to strip down to just their underwear. They did have a lot of practice, after all.
Toph rocked her hips against him, grinding their clothed centers together, eliciting a moan from the both of them.
“Fuck,” Sokka grunted, and a cheeky grin spread across her lightly flushed face.
“That’s the plan,” Toph said, slightly breathless.
She lifted herself off of him, shimming her panties down off her hips, and managing to get them off and toss them away. Toph settled on Sokka’s thighs, fingers eagerly hooking into the waist of his boxers.
She tugged lightly, and Sokka lifted his hips, allowing her to pull them past his waist to free her prize. His hard cock sprung out, smacking against his abdomen. Sokka groaned in anticipation as Toph licked her lips hungrily. She wrapped her hand around the thick base of his erection, and Sokka shuddered, both in anticipation and at the cool feeling of her hand.
She stroked him, from root to tip, pushing his foreskin down and gently brushing the pad of her thumb against his sensitive glans. She was practically an expert at pleasing him, she knew just what to do to have him squirming, easy to mold and control like the earth she could expertly shape.
Toph couldn’t help but lean down and wrap her lips around the head, laving her tongue against the weeping slit of his cock, allowing the salty taste of his pre to spread across her tongue.
Sokka let out a throaty moan, throwing his head back at the wonderful feeling of her mouth on him. His hips tried to buck up into her mouth, even with her sitting on his thighs.
But, just as quickly as her mouth was on him, she pulled off with a ‘pop!’, as much as she loved sucking him (and seriously, she did, at times it was hard to tell who was enjoying it more), that wasn’t what she came for tonight, it wasn’t what she was craving, what she needed.
Toph lifted herself once more, shuffling up so her thighs were on either side of his hips. Toph reached under herself, curling her fingers around the thick base. She lowered herself, grinding the tip of his cock against the lips of her pussy, teasing him momentarily. Sokka’s hands went to her hips, squeezing, tugging eagerly on her hips.
“C’mon,” he urged, the desperation in his tone making her grin. She enjoyed hearing him, hearing the need and desire in his voice, and knowing that she had caused that. But she needed him just as much as he needed her. She always did.
Slowly, she sunk onto his cock with a trembling sigh, her head rolling back on her shoulders as she felt him fill her, stretching her so wonderfully. Toph stilled as their hips met, the air filled with the sound of the gentle rain hitting his roof and their heavy breathing.
Toph’s hips rocked and ground against his as she adjusted, her hands trailing up his abdomen, feeling the sparse hairs. One of Sokka’s hands slid back, and he trailed his fingers up her spine, causing a shiver and goosebumps to follow in the wake of his touch. His hand found its way to the back of her head, and quickly his fingers got to work, plucking the pins that kept her hair up out of her hair and discarding them, letting them fall wherever they may.
Her hair cascaded down her back, and immediately he was combing his fingers through her long black hair. He was always almost mesmerized by the way those fine, silky strands fell through his fingers like water. Sokka couldn’t help but appreciate her in the low light of the room. Her flushed face, the delicate curve of her neck from her tipped-back head. The way her skin almost glowed in the light. She was utterly beautiful, and if he was being honest with himself, he never wanted these moments between them to end.
Toph braced her hands on his chest as she began lifting her hips and sinking back down, his hands naturally falling back to her hips. “Fuck,” She breathed, savoring all the wonderful sensations washing over her. The feel of his hands, his cock so wonderfully filling her. He always felt so fucking perfect , she wouldn’t admit it. But honestly, he was just perfect.
She rocked and bounced her hips harder against him, her nails digging into his chest as she moved faster and harder, her breaths escaping her in sharp gasps and moans each time she slammed her hips down against his.
Sokka’s teeth dug into his lower lip, his fingers gripping her hips to the point he knew there would be marks left behind by his grasp. If he was lucky, she would be back again before they fully faded, giving him a chance to admire his handiwork.
“Spirits, Toph you’re so good,” his hips bucked up into hers, bouncing her on his cock all the harder. “So fucking good baby-” He couldn’t help the affectionate name slipping through his lips sometimes in these moments, but if she ever heard it she had never mentioned it, never faltered in her actions. In truth, it was a struggle sometimes to prevent himself from calling her that in his day-to-day when he was with her. His affection just ran so deeply for her.
She did hear it, every time he said it, and it made a funny feeling swell in her chest each time. But she refused to let that show. This was casual, between friends. Nothing more. Surely, he only meant it in the throes of his pleasure.
“Yeah?” Toph panted out to him, her hands sliding up his chest, bracing on his strong shoulders to give herself better leverage. “You like watching me ride you, bounce on your cock?” She teased him lightly, lifting herself higher and dropping herself back firmly on his hips. While she couldn’t see in the traditional sense, that didn’t mean her partners couldn’t; and Sokka especially could be vocal in his enjoyment of watching her.
“Yes, Spirits, fuck yes.” Sokka almost growled out as his hands slid around from her hips to her ass, enjoying the feeling of her soft and supple skin under his rough and scarred hands. His fingers digging firmly into her thick ass as he helped her ride him.
He wanted to curse himself every time he had to blink, hating that he was missing a moment of the incredible sight before him.
Sokka had traveled the world, seen some of the most breathtaking things the planet had to offer, and walked where few ever had or ever would. He had seen countless spirits, and stood before them in their otherworldly beauty. But the sight of Toph over him, the sound of her moans and sighs. The way the muscles in her arms and powerful thighs flexed, the look of pleasured focus on her face. The flush on her cheeks, the way the sweat trickled down the delicate curve of her neck to her clavicle... It was more beautiful, more incredible than all of those sights combined.
Her nails dug painfully into his shoulders and her head rolled forward, he could feel her movements starting to falter slightly, her moans growing higher in pitch and her breaths coming out in harsh pants. Sokka knew what that meant, she was growing close to release.
He decided to use that to his advantage. With her focused on her mounting pleasure, he held on tightly to her hips and abruptly flipped them over to where he was on top. Toph let out a cry, her eyes flying open in surprise.
Sokka let out a lustful sound that was close to a growl, holding onto her and thrusting into her roughly. She just turned him on so much, it drove him absolutely wild in the best sort of way.
Her arms flew around him, nails dragging down his back as she held onto him for dear life. The sudden position change had admittedly stopped the orgasm brewing inside of her, but it was rapidly bubbling back up inside of her, stronger than before.
“Fuck, fuck Spirits–,” Toph practically whined, heels digging into the bed, hips bucking up into his in near desperation. “Close, I’m-” Her voice was high and sweet, it always sounded like music to his ears. Never did anything sound sweeter.
“Good,” he spoke right in her ear, voice low and rumbling. “Let go, cum for me.” Sokka panted, and his voice sent her over the edge like he knew it would. She came with a loud wail, her legs hitching around his hips, heels digging into his ass as her arms squeezed his shoulders. Her teeth dug into the side of his neck as each wave of pleasure swept over her.
Sokka hissed at the feeling of her teeth clamping down on his neck, and the sting of her nails dragging down his back. He kept fucking her through her orgasm, his pace never slowing.
“Oh, fuck–,” Toph wheezed out, writhing under him as her orgasm died down and he kept going. Her breaths came out in harsh pants, but she was in pure bliss.
Sokka managed to free himself from her grasp, straightening up so he was on his knees between her thighs, holding her hips up, yanking them into his hard thrusts. Toph’s hands fisted into the sheets, her back arching to help meet his thrusts and from the overwhelming pleasure.
“You’re so fucking good, your pussy feels so good around me.” He growled, his eyes squeezed shut, head tipping back in pleasure. He could feel his orgasm starting to grow, gradually coiling in his gut. But, he didn’t want to. Not yet, not until he got one more out of her. He wanted to see her come completely undone, completely blissed out in pleasure under him.
“Touch yourself.” Sokka huffed out, “Rub your clit,” his voice left no room for arguments, but why would she want to? It's not like she even had the mind to, already she practically couldn’t think. The bliss was just too all-consuming.
She ran her hand down her body and between her thighs, her fingers quickly finding the swollen bud of her clit. Toph let out a whine, her teeth digging into her bottom lip as she rubbed the sensitive bead gingerly. With her previous orgasm it was bordering on too sensitive, it was deliciously overstimulating. Her entire body felt like it was on fire in the most incredible way.
“That’s it,” he breathed out encouragingly, “that's a good girl. So good for me.” He praised.
Hearing those words from him (and only him) never failed to send shivers down her spine. Something about those words coming from him, from Sokka, did something to her that she couldn’t hope to explain.
The sounds of their pleasure filled the air. The high sounds of her moans and cries, grew louder still (as if she was quiet before). The guttural sounds of his growls and groans, the smacking of their hips colliding all echoed throughout the quiet room and house.
Toph writhed under him, the hand that wasn’t touching herself gripping the sheet tightly, just something to ground herself against the captivating ecstasy.
“Guhhh, fuck, ” Sokka moaned, teeth digging into his bottom lip painfully. Her cunt was squeezing him, milking his cock so wonderfully. He could tell from that that her second orgasm was rapidly approaching.
“Come on, come on,” he grunted, eyes squeezed shut in exertion and focus, chest heaving. He could tell she was teetering just on the edge, so close to her second release.
She whined, her entire body trembling, her head thrashing from side to side on the pillow. The sensations were completely and totally overwhelming. With a choked sob her orgasm came crashing over her, this one stronger than the last.
Her body drew tight as Sokka continued to fuck roughly her through her orgasm, both her hands fisting in the sheets below her.
“Please- fill me—,” She moaned, her breathing and words jagged from his thrusts which were rapidly losing anything that could be considered rhythm. Toph collapsed back down onto the bed bonelessly, her body jerking from the frantic movement of his hips.
He couldn’t hold it anymore, the mix of her orgasm and plea for him to fill her drove Sokka completely over the edge. With one more rough thrust of his hips, he came. “Fuck!” He cried, shuddering as the coil in his gut snapped, his chin falling to his chest, his hips rocking against hers.
A pleased moan escaped Toph as she felt the warmth of his cum flooding her, her thighs squeezing his hips to keep him hilted inside of her. Neither of them moved for several long movements until finally, she released his hips from the grip of her thighs.
Sokka took that as his cue and he carefully withdrew his hips, murmuring a soft apology when he noticed her small wince and hiss. She was undoubtedly sore, but he took that as a sign of a job well done. He knew that's exactly the way she liked it.
He collapsed onto the bed beside her and immediately he pulled her into his arms. It always halfway surprised Sokka that she never protested the post-sex cuddling, but she never did. She even seemed to enjoy laying in his arms as they caught their breath and basked in the glow of their pleasure.
Truly, she wasn’t sure why she enjoyed it. The only reason she could figure was because it was Sokka. It was never something she did with casual sex. But time and time again, Sokka was the exception.
Toph rolled out of Sokka’s arms once they had both caught their breaths and basked in their bliss. She threw her legs over the side of the bed and stretched, and Sokka rolled after her. He lay on his side, resting his elbow on the bed in his cheek in his palm. He reached out his hand, fingertips dancing oh so gently on the skin of Toph’s lower back.
She was fixing to leave like she did every time except for when they were drunk. And even then she was gone before he woke. Slipped out silently sometime during the wee hours of the morning. Every time, it sent a pang through his heart. Oh, how he would love to wake up with her in his arms; see the early, buttery morning light on her skin as she snuggled close into his side; drag his fingers across her skin tenderly, draw idle patterns as they lazily dozed together and savored the moments.
Sokka swallowed thickly. “You don’t have to leave, you know. You can stay, I don’t mind.”
Toph paused in her movements of putting her hair back up, having called her hairpins back to her with her metal bending. “... I know.” She finally said, not wanting to acknowledge the feelings swelling, swirling in her chest.
“So, stay.” He said, tracing absent little marks on her back, his voice low.
He said that so, so simply. As if it was just that easy. As if it wouldn’t make this, which was already starting to feel complicated, even more so. This was already a tedious affair, hidden from everyone, only carried out in moments they could steal alone. It was hidden from their friends, their families, and most importantly; the public eye. Sleeping together wouldn’t be good for either of their images. The accusations and rumors of favoritism and nepotism would spread like wildfire. Let alone if anything like feelings got involved.
Toph took in a centering breath and resumed her movements of putting her hair. “I can’t. You know that.” Her voice was steady as if saying that wasn’t causing her chest to ache. Feelings she didn’t want to, or maybe even couldn’t acknowledge yet gnawing on her bones.
“Besides, I have this big case that I’m working on. I might just grab a quick bite to eat and get a few hours of sleep in my office. It’s on my way. I’m going to go back early anyway.” She shrugged her shoulders. She hated the way those words tasted on her tongue, how she said them as if she didn’t want anything more than to stay there in his arms.
Sokka stayed quiet for a moment, and the air was still and thick between them. But he withdrew his fingers and nodded his head in resignation. He knew arguing over this wouldn’t get him anywhere. “Oh. Right,” he stated with an inhale. This was between friends. This was uncomplicated. No feelings. Just sex.
But why did her saying no break his heart?
“Chief’s work is never done, huh?” he joked lightly, refusing to let his feelings creep into his voice.
“Nope, never,” she confirmed, standing up and stretching again with her arms high above her head. She went about, gathering her clothes in his room and right outside the door. His place wasn’t that big, after all.
He watched the entire time, watching her gather her clothes and return to his room and dress. She knew he was watching, but neither one said a thing. The only sounds were her movements and the gentle patter of rain on his roof.
She dressed fully and walked to his bedroom door. She paused in the door frame, and with her back still to him, she spoke. “Goodnight, Sokka.”
He swallowed, longing to beg her to stay. Pull her back into the warmth of his arms and hold her the night through. But instead, he told her, “Goodnight, Toph.”
With that, she walked through the house, grabbed her coat, and put it on. She reached for his doorknob, and she hesitated. But only for a moment.
The door opened, and shut, echoing through the quiet of the night. Turning her face back up towards the cool, stingy rain, Toph walked back down the street, and into the fog of the night. Surely, the wetness on her face was the rain, and nothing more.