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Spirits, she was going to kill him.
They were in public and she was going to kill him. This wasn’t the place for what he was doing, nor was it the time no matter how much she was enjoying it.
Upon her and Sokka’s spontaneous arrival at the palace that morning, Zuko and Katara invited them to this miscellaneous celebration. They figured that they should very well attend since the two of them had had nothing better to do and they did show up to the palace without any prior warning.
Toph hadn’t been too happy about it at first, but Sokka persuaded her gently after a moment alone in the guest bedroom she was set up in.
Plus, there was a promise of free food and drinks, so who was she to refuse such an enticing offer?
She had been very content then and obliged. But now—excuse her redundancy—she was going to kill him.
A few hours into the formal gathering they were attending, Toph bit down on her cheek to keep from reacting to the way Sokka’s hand wandered further and further up her inner thigh with each second that passed. She couldn’t so much as twitch to give an indication of what was happening; they were meant to be keeping their relationship on the down low.
Had they not been, she would’ve been all over him, not caring who saw or commented on it. But they were. And he knew that.
Asshole.
But Sokka apparently said fuck it! and decided that he wanted to test out how far he was able to go without anyone noticing that there was something going on between them.
And, oh, she wanted to kill him for it because she really needed more from him, and he was teasing the shit out of her.
It was only right for her to return the favor.
So as he continued inching his hand up her thigh and nearing her warming center, Toph took matters into her own hands by running her foot up his leg. She grinned when the gesture made him cease his movements.
Sokka inhaled sharply as Toph used her bending to bring his chair impossibly closer to hers, then discreetly palmed his hard dick over his pants. Her forearm was pressed against the edge of the table, and to the naked eye, she was sure that it only looked as though she was holding his hand under the table.
She wasn’t holding his hand, but she was definitely holding something.
After a few moments of this, Toph quickly realized how much better at this game she was than her boyfriend because he was very evidently trying to hold back groans and moans of pleasure. Her lips twitched.
“Toph,” he whispered desperately. “Toph, they’re going to—someone’s going to see —”
Shamelessly and as discreetly as possible, she continued stroking his erection over his pants. “You didn’t seem to care much about that when you were feeling me up a few minutes ago.”
“I couldn’t help it,” he practically whined as he tried to pry her hand away from his hardness to no avail. “Have you seen yourself tonight?”
“Come again?”
“I—no. I—you just look really—you look—”
“Fuckable? That was the goal. Glad I could oblige.”
Sokka groaned deep in his throat, a barely audible sound that she only heard because of their proximity to each other. He held her wrist more firmly but didn’t make a move to remove her hold on him. “We can’t do this here.”
“You started it.” She shrugged with a wicked grin on her face.
Abruptly, Sokka pushed his chair out, a loud scraping sound echoing around the area where they sat, and speed-walked out of the Fire Palace ballroom. Toph could tell where he was headed as he took off in the direction of the sleeping quarters. Their guest rooms were adjoining and a floor up from the ballroom, much to her satisfaction.
This was all she wanted: time alone with him. She couldn’t bear to be in this stuffy ballroom for one more second.
Toph waited a few moments before following him out, and she was surprised when she made a clean escape, not having been stopped by either of her nosy and benevolently meddling friends. She rather thought that she might have plowed into them and pushed them out of her way if they’d come up to her anyway; she had important… business to tend to.
She took her time walking down the corridor that led up to the stairs to the above hall of guest sleeping quarters. He was the one who started with the teasing, she was merely following the example she set and was keeping him waiting.
Good things came to those who waited, after all, she thought.
As soon as she made it to the room she was staying in for the rest of her time at the Fire Palace, the door opened, she was grabbed by the wrist, pulled inside, then promptly pressed up against the door.
Sokka’s lips were on hers in an instant, and his hands were everywhere and nowhere all at once, trying to get to the places she’d wanted him to touch back down in the ballroom, but hadn’t.
He was groaning into her mouth as he touched her and she was holding back each and every one of her moans as his hands fumbled with her skirt, trying to get through all the fabric.
“Take it off, take it off.”
Toph laughed against his lips and threw her head back onto the door. “Easy there, sailor. We’ve got time.”
He didn’t care to respond, his lips connecting with her jaw, leaving open-mouthed kisses there and down her neck as he reached behind her to find the knot that held her hanfu together. Once he got it loose, he grinned against her skin and rid her of her clothes without pause, tossing her dress haphazardly toward the other side of the room.
The way his heart was beating down into the ground indicated that he was captivated by what he was seeing. Toph, knowingly, had decided to forgo any bindings or underclothes that evening if only to make the intimacies that she knew would come after the event much simpler and smoother than they would've been if she had worn them.
Sokka let out a loud exhale, his fingers tracing her bare breasts. “So you’re telling me that if I’d had gone up a little further tonight—”
“You would’ve struck gold?” She grinned teasingly. “Yup. That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
Mouth back on hers, Sokka groaned again and slipped one hand beneath her bare ass and the other around her back, lifting her up and tossing her onto the bed. Toph went liquid; everything just went liquid. If she hadn’t been turned on before he did this, she surely would’ve been after this.
He took his time climbing onto the bed with her and she was growing impatient, so she reached up and pulled on his robe, quickly undoing it in an attempt to feel him against her, but the fucker resisted, darkly chuckling in the process. Toph groaned in frustration at that, and he seemed to get the hint.
She lay flat on her back when Sokka’s hand cupped her right breast. His thumb and index finger pinched her nipple as he brought his mouth down to her left side and flicked her other hardened peak with his tongue, causing her to hold back even more sounds of pleasure.
She couldn’t have him thinking that he’d gotten her undone so easily, could she?
Toph could feel his clothed cock rubbing against her bare thigh as he sucked on her breast. Her hands gripped him and squeezed, trying to get him to waver and reveal himself to her. He shuddered before pulling away and kissing down her stomach and between her thighs, his hands holding down her hips as he made his way to her wet pussy.
He flicked his tongue over her clit, notably eager to taste her for the first time that evening, evoking a shuddering breath from her. Sokka paused for a moment before he began to tease her entrance and she balled the bedsheets in each of her fists. Her breaths came out in a staccato rhythm as he brought her pleasure.
Slowly, he continued to lap over her slit, enjoying her wetness and teasing her in the process. And with one more sweep of his tongue against her nub, her hips jerked upward and one of her hands flew to clutch his hair.
“Quit teasing, asshole.” Toph groaned through her teeth.
He laughed wickedly, evidently already intent on appeasing her, but still retorting, “I’m just savoring the moment.”
“Savor it quicker.”
She squirmed a bit and just as she was about to tell him off for not complying with her unspoken request, he grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her toward the edge of the bed. Toph yelped in pleasant surprise and shakily inhaled when he spread her legs apart.
His mouth went straight to her wet core again and Toph couldn’t keep herself from moaning this time as he ran his tongue over her clit. Her hand went to grip his hair and pull him more firmly against her. He was a man starved, lapping at her, sucking, nipping, and Toph could feel how much she was dripping within seconds. It took him no time after that to insert a finger, and she arched her back. She let go of his hair in favor of clutching the bedsheets she was laying on.
“Fuck, Sokka.”
“I’m getting to that, relax,” he replied, his voice raspy in that way she loved. Muffled, speaking against her core, he added, “So impatient.”
He smiled against her, ready to comply. Because of her wetness, Sokka easily slipped another finger inside her, causing her to take in a gasping breath as he simultaneously brought his mouth down to eat her out. Sokka licked over her clit, his fingers masterfully fucking in and out of her, moving in a come hither motion in time with his rigid tongue against her clit. Toph clenched his fingers inside her, allowing herself to repeatedly call out his name as he inserted a third finger.
The way her voice sounded made him move with increased rigor and purpose, his fingers plunging farther within her and curling increasingly to reach her spot, with her legs beginning to shake in arousal. His name was coming out of her mouth again, this time in a string of moans as she arched her back and came.
Toph was panting as she came down from her high. Sokka joined her on the bed and she could practically feel him watching her, taking her in. The droplets of sweat on her forehead caused stray strands of hair to stick to her slick skin, which he promptly reached up to wipe away from her face. Her cheeks were so obviously flushed as and she could feel the heat radiating off of him as her breathing began to settle. Sokka pulled her into his chest, careful to avoid his own arousal, and placed a gentle hand on her cheek.
It was a grossly intimate gesture—one that she would’ve recoiled from on any other occasion—but she enjoyed it. She needed it. She craved this from him.
Not quite able to help herself, she stretched to kiss the taste of herself off his lips and sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, biting as she released it. Sokka let himself be affected by her touch as Toph’s hands ran from his neck to his chest to his abdomen, and finally, down to his pants. Her fingers ghosted over his shaft teasingly, making him shudder, a sinister smile of her own playing on her lips.
She kissed his hardness over the fabric of his pants, and she relished in feeling him squirm as she had not too long ago. Toph took her time undoing the knot around his waist at a very leisurely pace as Sokka propped himself up on his elbows, presumably to see what she was doing more closely, or simply trying to get her to quicken her pace. But she wasn’t one to feel pressured.
“Toph—”
“I’m getting to it,” she murmured, mimicking his earlier comment to her, finally releasing the knot on his waistband and slipping his pants down his legs slowly. “So impatient.”
Sokka wasn’t able to respond because she nudged at his shoulder in order to get him to lie flat on his back. Toph’s hand stroked him at the unrelenting pace that she knew he enjoyed. The months they’d spent being intimate together and the years of platonic friendship and knowing him up and down before that helped her perceive precisely what he desired.
Toph continued pumping his cock, leaning over to press wet kisses onto his lips. As he rasped her name, she pulled back and captured his length in her mouth. He clumsily pulled her hair out of her bun and gathered it into his fist as he bucked his hips up and watched her bob her head up and down. Her tongue slid on the underside of his dick on the way down and her cheeks hollowed on the way up. She smiled when she heard him hold back the loud groan that was threatening to fall from his lips.
Still, he said, “Fuck, Toph,” tightening the fist he had around her hair.
Toph’s mouth left his sex with a pop —a smirk she was certain was notable on her face—and if she knew him well, he was on the very brink of complaining about the loss of contact.
She felt the same way as she relished in the need to tease the shit out of him just then, even though she knew that he would’ve made her stop just before he came—he was something of a gentleman, her boyfriend.
Toph felt his eyes on her when she moved to straddle his hips, hovering above his throbbing erection and lowering herself onto him. Automatically, his hands went to her waist, his fingers pressing into her in a blissfully painful way, making her moan out his name as she moved against him, her hand flat against his chest. Their moans and groans filled the room before he was able to huff out, “I love you so much.”
Without having to seize her movement, she leaned down to press a hot kiss to his lips in response to his words. She was unable to say anything; she didn’t know how to. It was as if every word she’d ever learned had ceased to exist and she couldn’t come up with a more proper way to reply. But he had to know how she felt with her actions. He couldn’t be so daft.
It was the first time the words were uttered, and how fitting for it to have been in the position they were in. The two of them had never been normal; not as friends, and much less as a couple.
Sokka took this moment to flip them, causing Toph let out a laugh at the abrupt gesture. As soon as he resumed the friction between their centers, however, her laughs became moans. It was his turn to kiss her lips as his fingers massaged her clit, his cock thrusting in and out of her. The sounds of their pleasure were mixing harmoniously with the sound of their smacking flesh.
Her hips jerked upward as her walls fluttered around his dick, close to reaching her pinnacle; she was unable to keep her sporadic shivering at bay as much as she tried. Toph could detect additional tension building up within him, as well, if the warmth of his once steady movements becoming jerky was any indication. His voice was husky as he chanted her name against her mouth and she did the same.
“Ah, fuck,” Toph said, one hand fisting the bedsheets and the other on his chest. “Fuck, Sokka, I’m going to come.”
That was all he needed, evidently, to give one last thrust before he emptied himself inside her. The two of them spasmed as her muscles began to unclench and Toph came down from her second climax in a matter of minutes.
Sokka collapsed against her, kissing up her neck until she turned to face him to take his lips with hers. A gentle hand came up to her cheek as their kiss deepened and he pulled her flush against him. Her chest was stirring as it usually did when they kissed. The sensation was a previously foreign feeling, but one that was welcome, one that she craved and enjoyed because she knew that being with Sokka was where she needed to be. It was where she wanted to be.
She felt him harden against her thigh and she couldn’t help but laugh into his mouth. “Haven’t gotten enough yet, Snoozles?”
“You don’t make it any easier for me, you know,” he replied with a growl, pulling her onto him and running his hands over her lips. “You make me a sex machine, Toph Beifong.”
“Never say that again.” Toph laughed again, her hand on his mouth as she leaned down to rest her forehead against his. “It’d be a deal breaker.”
There was some silence on his end as he brushed her hair back behind her ears and took her face in his hands. Her hands were on his chest and she could feel how fast his heart was pounding. She couldn’t resist giving him another kiss, knowing well why he was so quiet and anxiety-ridden all of a sudden.
“You need to give me some time,” she told him softly, right against his lips. “I want to know I mean it when I say it.”
She knew she would mean it, she already knew she felt it, but she couldn’t say it. She’d never said it before, and she wanted to be a hundred percent sure of herself when she did tell him the three words he’d uttered as they came together.
Sokka let out a shuddering breath and kissed her languidly. “I’m just glad I didn’t scare you off.”
“You’ve done worse and I’m still here.”
“I—” he snorted, pushing her off him. She laughed as she landed on the pillow beside him and he kissed her again. “You’re very mean.”
“Well, you don’t love me for my subtlety, do you?”
“Nah,” he said into her hair, “but I do have my reasons.”