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Modern-day college AU where Sokka’s down bad for his best friend, who’s trying to move on from a loser ex. When the opportunity arises to show her just how lame that guy really was compared to what else is out there (aka him), can he get out of his own goofy way to make it happen?

Alternatively: When your ex tells you you’ll never find anyone who can do it like him and your best friend bets you he can do it better than your ex, what’s a girl to do but accept the challenge?

First person POV. OK so to be honest, I was originally going to write this as a Bucky Barnes thing but after writing the Zuko post and then re-reading my first draft for this, I couldn’t stop seeing Sokka as the guy. So, here we are. (I did change a LOT to make this more suitable for Sokka. Bucky Barnes is a much more serious character lol). Tags/warnings? friends-to-lovers, p in v sex word count: 6.8k

The excessive sex scene radiating off of Sokka’s TV had me rolling my eyes. “Performative bullshit,” I chastised under my breath.

“What’s wrong, too boring for you?” Sokka teased from across the couch.

Glaring up at his slouched stature, I thought how he couldn’t recognize a rhetorical statement if his life depended on it.

“I just think it’s gratuitous…” I explained awkwardly, “and unrealistic.”

“How is it unrealistic? They’re just having sex.” He countered, seemingly oblivious to how little I wanted to be talking about sex with him.

“Yeah, but…” I bit my lip as the beautiful actress on screen scrunched her face from the below-screen action she was supposedly receiving. “Women don’t usually…I mean, I don’t know of any guys who willingly—"

“Are you saying that I lost all those brain cells listening to you complain about Jet and he wasn’t even good in bed?” His voice pitched with bitter amusement.

“What braincells?” I retorted though I wasn’t entirely sure of if I was defending myself or Jet or both.

My cheeks burned with embarrassment as the actors, now both on screen, simulated perfectly timed orgasms under an artificially untwisted bedsheet.

“What braincells?” Sokka puffed up his chest in mock defense, “I’ve won all but one science fair I’ve ever entered! If they hadn’t disqualified me for being too cutting edge and killed my spirit, I could be curing ailments we’ve never even heard of, saving the polar bears!”

“Didn’t your school stop having science fairs after junior high?”

My newly found grin faded with a sigh as the couple on the screen continued their exaggerated moans and humping. I didn’t miss my ex per se, but it would be nice to feel wanted like that once in a while. Sokka noticed my focus back on the TV and scoffed.

“It’s not that impressive,” he denounced, “nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ve seen all of this during your late-night internet time, but that doesn’t make it common.” Irritation and humiliation heated my face.

“Which part isn’t common?” He seemed genuinely puzzled, only agitating me more.

I shut my eyes for a moment, was Sokka really capable of talking about this in a mature manner? Was I?

“Some women can’t…you know.” I finally let out meekly. His eyes widened with understanding.

“Sounds like a skill issue to me.” Sokka waved off, annoyingly nonchalant. “His.”

“Or maybe something’s wrong with me.” I echoed an old argument swimming around in my memory.

“Ohhhhmigoddddd nothing’s wrong with you. Jet’s just a loser!” Sokka’s head dropped dramatically to the back of the couch. Turns out he was not capable of talking about this in a mature manner.

“As if you could do any better.” I shot back; apparently neither was I.

Sokka blinked up at the ceiling, and I slammed my eyes back shut. What could have possessed me to say something like that? Why would I say something like that and why was I still defending my ex?

“What did you say?”

I could feel him staring at me, but refused to look over. I blurted out a curt “Nothing” before swiping the sofa pillow out from under my head to bury my face in. Perhaps suffocation could end this weird, annoying nightmare.

“I bet I could make you feel better than that idiot could even dream.” He muttered.

Thankfully, the pillow my face was currently buried in hid my jaw dropped response. But I could still feel the air changing around us. I could feel a strange curiosity start to bubble in my stomach. I was suddenly aware of how close my legs were to to his arm and how he could easily spread them if he wanted to.

“You wish.” I cracked, hoping my curiosity and unease didn’t come through.

“You’re right, you probably couldn’t handle me anyways.” The dispassionate bragging was exaggerated by him stretching his hands out in front of his face. I peeked over the the edge of the pillow. He wasn’t being serious. Of course he wasn’t. He couldn’t be. Whew.

“Excuse me?” I threw the pillow onto the floor in mock offense and propped myself on my elbows to stare across the couch at him.

But then there was a strange, electric energy in the air around us. Between us.

“I’m just saying…” he slid reached his hand out to graze my ankle. “If a PG-13 movie’s too extreme for you…” He slid his hand up my leg.

My brain went blank. His hand was big and warm and calloused, leaving a tingly trail along my skin. I could only focus on where it was, where it could be.

“If you don’t believe me…” his voice pitched with suggestion as his hand reached the top of my knee. “Why don’t you come find out.”

This is usually the part where I would respond with words. I knew that. But my mouth was dry and my body was on fire.

“What’s wrong? Scared all of a sudden?” Sokka’s eyes glinted with mischief. He never did quite know when to stop taunting someone, especially me.

“Of you? Please!” My instincts returned to me, albeit weakly. I guess I never knew when to stop with him either.

“Oh yeah?” The side of his mouth twitched with excitement.

“Yeah.” I breathed. My heart skipped. I felt bare despite still being fully clothed in a hoodie and shorts.

Sokka’s determined smirk fell into something different, maybe more pensive. His eyes dropped towards my body and then to where his hand rested. I inhaled sharply as his hand started to drift from the top of my knee towards the inside. Maybe his hand trembled with earnest as he continued to trail it lower down my inner thigh or maybe it was just my imagination. When he’d reached about mid-way, I clamped my legs shut. For the first time since this strange turn in our conversation, we really looked at each other. His blue eyes searched my face, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to find what he was looking for. I was too preoccupied with the feeling of his fingers still lightly curled against my leg. Between my legs. His hand took up far more space than I would have expected. My brain crackled with a desire I couldn’t quite name. A desire quelled by instinct.

Suddenly, Sokka jerked his hand out from between my thighs and let out a haughty laugh, saving me from my trance.

“Yeahhhhh you’re clearly not ready for,” he spread his arms out with a dramatic muscle-flexing pose, “all of this.”

I rolled my eyes and pretended not to see the crack of disappointment in his face. Or how impressive his muscles actually were.

༄ ༄ ༄

We had agreed that day didn’t mean anything, just a silly joke that went too far. But that agreement was promptly followed by radio silence. For the next two weeks, I was barely functioning on autopilot. I couldn’t focus in class or on homework. At nights, I laid in bed and fought the urge to think about Sokka before inevitably giving up and allowing that moment play on repeat. Absentmindedly, I would place my own hand between my thighs, where his had been, and a fuzzy static in my brain would appear. Then I would berate myself for going against our agreement. Then I would worry endlessly if our friendship hadn’t already been ruined.

I opened my phone to our messages countless times, closed them, re-opened them. Started typing something, closed it again.

“Ugh!” I groaned out to an empty bedroom. What was happening to me? This was just Sokka!

A notification chimed on my phone, and I scooped it up with an embarrassing quickness.

[Katara, 10:22 pm]: hey we’re all at mcgee’s pub. just let us know when you’re on yoru way!

Another groan, I had completely forgotten about Toph’s birthday. Energized by my aversion to being late, which I already was, I picked myself up off my bed and threw on whatever stood out from my closet first. A quick brush through my hair to hide any bed head and quick makeup. And then…a blue pendant necklace Sokka had given me for my last birthday. Realistically, Katara and Sokka gave everyone necklaces as presents—it was common in their culture, I was told. I felt the cool, blue stone in between my fingers as the memory of his hand between my legs started to sizzle my brain again. I didn’t wear it. He had just been playing around anyways, I reasoned with myself.

McGee’s pub was built and furnished with thick wood, one of the oldest buildings in our college town. Dimly lit and crowded, finding my friends seemed impossible until I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder. I whipped my head towards Sokka’s easy smile. He leaned in close.

“Come on, everyone’s this way.”

His cheek grazed mine and the warmth of his breath expanded over my skin. He grabbed my hand, and I meant to follow his lead with confused, bated breath.

“Are you okay?” He leaned back towards me, after feeling the tug of my hand not moving with him.

I stared up at him and nodded, not trusting myself to talk yet. He made a strange expression before tugging at my hand to follow him. His larger frame parted the crowds of people before us with ease, unknowingly giving me space to catch my breath. Then our hands separated the second we caught a glimpse of our friends. I wasn’t sure who let go first.

Finally, we returned to normalcy. The group drank, laughed, shouted over the music, and I felt the weight of the last two weeks dissipate out of me. Things were okay. Two weeks ago was just a fluke, just a stupid joke gone too far. Observing Sokka now, I was sure of it. His same goofy antics that incurred rounds of laughs or eyerolls had just been employed differently then. He had surprised me; but he had been as serious then as he was now, challenging Toph to arm wrestling before backing out. At least, that’s what I thought until I found myself in the bathroom with Toph.

“Why are you and Sokka being so weird tonight?” she asked bluntly, leaning against a useless mirror.

“What?” I asked, washing my hands.

“What?” she mimicked, “you know what! He’s been staring at you and flexing his stupid boy muscles all night.”

I blushed, grateful for a moment that Toph couldn’t see my embarrassment. Not stopping to wonder how Toph could know if someone was flexing.

“I don’t know what you’re—”

“Oh come on, everyone knows you two had a moment, or whatever Katara was blabbering on about.” He had told them about that? The confused static returned.

“Come on, out with it! It’s my birthday and you can’t keep secrets from a birthday girl.” She demanded.

“I…I don’t know.” I finally admitted. “One second, we were just watching a movie and then the next…”

“You boned?”

“What? No!”

“Then whaaaat?” Toph’s impatience was feeling less and less like friendly curiosity and more like meddling.

“Nothing happened, we were just joking around.” I crossed my arms. “We’re…friends.” Toph may not have been able to see my gesture, but I know she heard the uncertainty in my voice.

“Sure, whatever.” She shrugged, “does he know that?”

I stared at the row of dinged up sinks along the wall before walking us both back out to the group. The crowd was still difficult to move through, maybe even rowdier, it seemed a new party had squeezed in towards the bar. We elbowed our way back and almost arrived unscathed until the crowd shifted in a way that catapulted me forwards. I probably would have continued the domino tumble if it hadn’t been Sokka I was pushed into. Face pressed into his surprisingly firm chest, I resented how little time I was given to appreciate the moment. Sokka’s chest reverberated with a laugh before he used those same big hands that had been driving me crazy to grip my waist and stand me back upright.

“You good?” Despite standing so close, I could barely hear him.

“Yeah, sorry!” I practically screamed in his direction. His hands were on my waist, and I couldn’t trust myself to lean close towards his face.

Then he bent down to whisper in my ear, “Don’t apologize, I liked it.” His lips brushed against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

When his hands left my body, I refused to make eye contact with the rest of the group who were exchanging their own curious glances. The static in my brain and the memory of warmth between my legs, now joined by the feeling of his hands along my waist proved to be a more powerful concoction than the beer in my hand, and I needed fresh air if I hoped to survive this night with unembarrassed. I waited for the analog clock on the opposite wall to count down two minutes, avoiding suspicion, before I excused myself for a step outside. It helped that Sokka had been momentarily pulled away by a separate group of friends.

“Are you alright? Do you want someone to stand outside with you?” Katara furrowed her brows with concern.

“No I’m fine.” I wouldn’t be able to hear the next morning, but I was fine. “I just need a second, I’ll be right back.”

Outside, the cool night air suppressed the crowd of voices and stench of body odor. I took a sigh of relief and leaned against the outer wall, ignoring the bouncer while feeling comforted by his presence. Thoughts sloshed against the beer inside of me as I recalled what Toph had said about how Sokka had been looking at me and then how he held me for that split second. He had said that two weeks ago hadn’t meant anything, just a stupid joke. I wasn’t sure if the disappointment I had felt was from him or myself.

“Heeeey, babe.”

I barely had time to register his voice before I felt Jet’s hands slide around my waist, pulling me against him.

“Been a while, you don’t answer your phone anymore?” He pressed a liquor-punctuated kiss against my cheek. I felt him stumble into me. I wondered if my faith in the bouncer’s presence was naïve.

“We broke up.” I grumbled, pushing his chest away. Thankfully, he stepped back.

“No, I know.” He leaned his hand against the wall beside my head. “But since it’s such a nice night and you’re out here all alone, looking adorable, just thought maybe I’d give you another chance.”

I crossed my arms to contain the rage bubbling inside of me.

“Yeah, right.” I rolled my eyes over towards the bouncer who, astonishingly, still wasn’t acknowledging our presence.

“C’mon, babe. How long has it been?” He leaned his head back down against my ear, “I know you must be feening for it.”

My grip around myself tightened. The familiar feeling of wanting to crawl inside of myself was coming back in full force. That I could even stomach being around this creep for the four months of our relationship was beyond me now.

“C’mon, you know no one else is gonna make you feel as good as I can.” He teased a hand back around my waist. I felt my skin crawl with disgust where he grazed between my shirt and the seam of my shorts. But his words sparked a renewed sense of confidence. Jokes or not, hadn’t Sokka argued the exact opposite?

“Actually,” I yanked his wrist off my waist, “I don’t know that.” A perplexed smile tugged at my face, as I too wondered just what I might do next.

“Huh?” Jet’s face fell into irritated confusion.

“Good night, Jet.” I punctuated each word before returning to the bar. In a turn of events, I was relieved by the stuffy crowd that was oblivious to the mistake I almost made.

I pushed my way through with more confidence this time and lit up when I saw the back of Sokka’s ponytail. The dizzying static that had started to accompany his image now exhilarated me.

“Hey,” I placed my hand on his bicep, unabashedly admiring it. I relished in his surprise before reclaiming my spot beside him.

༄ ༄ ༄

When the empty streets finally rescued us from that crowded pub, it was well past one in the morning. We were all hugging our goodbyes when Sokka offered to walk me back to my place.

“Since it’s late and all.” He explained.

I nodded with excitement and this time, I gleamed back into our friends’ curious glances. Our walk back started easy, jokes carried over from earlier in the night. When our conversation lulled, I thought back to a particular part of the night and wondered how much I should share.

“Jet was there tonight,” I tried to sound casual, and not acknowledge Sokka’s tensing up. Evidently alcohol and finesse don’t mix. “He, uh, propositioned me.”

“He propositioned you? What year is it?” Sokka’s humor came out forced, and I gave him pity chuckle.

“I just mean, he came onto me. Said no one could do it better than him.” I hoped my physical air quotes could help relay that I hadn’t bought it. Sokka rolled his eyes. “Made me think of how you kind of said the exact opposite.” My hope for a clever segue had landed flat on its face. He smirked, though.

“Yeahhhh, I just know I could lap circles around that guy.” Sokka gloated in a way that set me off-balance again.

Had he just been joking before? Maybe I imagined what he’d said when his hands were on my waist. Maybe it had just been the liquid courage after all. My mental retreat hadn’t gone unnoticed.

“How are you feeling though?” He side-eyed me, “after seeing him again?”

My walking slowed, as I mentally chewed on the question. I hated being near him again, my stomach had lurched at his touch. I hated him for touching me, tainting the static feeling that Sokka had left. “It felt great walking away from him.” I concluded out loud.

I was so pleased with my answer, I almost didn’t notice Sokka had stopped a few paces behind me. My apartment. The static started to return.

“Oh! Thanks for walking me back.” I said, struggling to think of a cool way to invite him up.

“Don’t mention it.” He waved off the verbal gratitude. “Dangerous streets out here, you know,” and then he made a show of looking around before leaning in with a hand on the side of his mouth, like he was about to tell me a secret. “Lots of ugly ex-boyfriends lurking about.” He whispered.

My inner tension burst into a less-than-graceful laugh. With my eyes squeezed shut, I didn’t notice him beaming down at me. After composing myself, I looked up at him and realized my hand had landed on the side of his arm. His skin was soft under my palms, and I didn’t want to let go. He seemed to notice as well.

“Do you want to—"

“You should go up before it gets too late.” He suggested dutifully, “I don’t know about you, but I had a lot tonight.”

“Yeah…” I wanted to protest, but my mind was out of options and, as if on his command, the exhaustion of the night took hold of me. “Thanks for walking me home, get yourself back safe.”

“Goodnight.” A swift yet surprisingly gentle kiss on my cheek punctuated his farewell. My heart swelled and the static coursed through my whole body this time.

༄ ༄ ༄

This time it was only two days in between seeing each other.

I arrived at Sokka’s donning a hopefully casual summer dress and what I was sure was the perfect plan. Small talk first, segue seamlessly into talking about the night at McGee’s, flirtatiously hint that I had been thinking about what would have happened if he’d come upstairs, make up for that lost opportunity.

I hadn’t prepared for the party-sized fruit dish in the middle of his kitchen island or his uncharacteristically doting demeanor. He offered me three different beverages, offered to make more food in case the fruit dish wasn’t substantial enough, and even nervously suggested we ditch the whole thing and go out to a nice restaurant. Unnerved by his overwhelming hospitality and unable to find a proper segue, I blurted out a crude question.

“What would you do if I said I wanted to find out?” I asked tentatively, staring down at the grape bowl in between us.

“Find out what?” A knowing smile started to creep across his face.

“Last time, you said…that you could do it better than him. What if I was ready now?”

His expression fell and for a moment, I worried I’d misread the entire situation.

“Well, that depends,” he plopped a grape in his mouth and held it inside his cheek. “What would I get out of it?”

A blank stare was the only response I could muster. He chewed on his grape pensively before stalking towards me.

“Well,” he swallowed the grape, “if I’m making you feel incredible,” the last word came out with a hollow flourish, “but you’re just be thinking about him the whole time. Doesn’t seem fair, does it?” His matter-of-fact tone came out strained.

My insides clamored with objection but when I opened my mouth, no words came out. He stopped just before our bodies could touch, inspecting my face once again for an answer I couldn’t articulate.

“What do you want?” I deferred timidly.

He closed the gap between us and lowered his face down towards mine. My body was practically twitching with impatience. His lips brushed against mine as he whispered, “say my name.”

“Huh?” My mostly-lowered eyelids shot back up and I caught the closest glimpse of his still half-opened blue eyes I had ever had.

He raised the back of his knuckle to gently glide down the side of my arm as he continued. “I want to hear you say my name…” goosebumps lay in the wake of downward trail across my skin. My heartrate quickened as his hand dropped past my fingertips onto my outer thigh. “When it feels like you’re about to explode,” he opened his palm to trace over the front of my thigh and then in between my legs again, finally. “I need to know…” his finger tips brushed up against my clit and my breath caught in my throat. I felt his lips smile against mine, “that you know exactly who’s doing that for you.”

I couldn’t hold back anymore. I caught his lips in mine and slid my hands up over his broad chest. He kissed me back eagerly. With his free hand, he turned our bodies so my lower half was pressed against the kitchen island, then he increased his pressure on my clit. My hands found their way up against the back of his neck. Even from over the fabric of my underwear, my core was already fluttering from the sensation. I separated my legs more to give him better access, but a whimper escaped me when he pulled his hand away instead. Disappointment fled just as quickly. In one swift motion, he scooped both of my legs up around either side of him. My grip around his neck instinctively tightened and he broke our kiss to kiss down my jaw and suck on my neck and, I suspected, make sure he wasn’t going to run us into anything on his walk towards his bedroom.

His firm mattress greeted my back as he lowered me down on it. His hands slid up over my hips, and he pulled my soaked panties off with ease. When he paused to look down at my body, I realized this time I didn’t just feel bare—I actually was bare. Before the usual wave of insecurities could trickle in, he lowered himself over me and I was engulfed by his scent. Like a cedar forest. His kiss was surprisingly tender this time. He massaged my bruised lips with his before parting them with his tongue. I again reached up to caress the back of his head, but this time, I tugged gently at his ponytail. His soft hair tickled my face as it fell, and I giggled despite myself. He smiled with me before resting his forehead against mine. As we gazed into each other’s eyes, I knew this moment meant more than its catalyst. The enormity of it terrified me. I lifted my chin up to kiss him again, as an excuse to break eye contact.

My back arched and my head dropped back into his mattress, all conducted by his featherlight touch. He circled and flicked my clit, orchestrating all types of tremors across my body and under my skin. A bundle of pleasure was inflating against the confines of my core, and my already shallow breaths were growing more panicked.

“S-Sokka,” I stammered, accidentally egging him on. “Sokka, it’s—it’s too much.” I whimpered.

He slowed down for a moment, allowing me to heave air back into my lungs.

Weak and desperate for a break, I released my balled-up chunk of bedsheet and raised my hand to his waist. I started to trace down his still-shirted abs towards his belt buckle, but his hand, with two specific fingers lifted away from my skin, caught my wrist. My eyes fluttered open with confusion.

Wordlessly, Sokka placed my open palm atop his shoulder, before slipping his own hand back down. This time, he only lightly grazed my twitching clit before sliding two fingers inside of me. His fingers were, in fact, deeper than Jet’s…anything, and I bit my lip to suppress a moan. He pressed his face into my still-clothed bosom and started to thrust his fingers in and out of me. Slowly at first. My body welcomed this new sensation. Hips rocked against the rhythm of his hand and then a third finger joined, and I jolted with approval. And then his pace quickened. And not long after that, I was sent back to squirming and moaning under him. His fingers reached a spot I’d only ever heard about, and once my “Oh god, right there” moan confirmed it for him, he set steady aim for it. His warm breath was still against my chest, almost dampening the fabric of shirt. His every movement was overwhelming me. When my legs started twitching, he sped up his pace even faster. Frantic, deep plunges into my core; that bundle of pleasure was again threatening to explode.

“Sokka, I—I can’t.” I begged, “too—much—" My throat was tired from so much heavy breathing.

This time, he didn’t slow down, though. He merely lifted his head up to be level with mine again.

“Just—relax—” he whispered through his own jagged breaths. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”

I came on his hand with a profusion of nonsensical words, some sounding enough like his name to satisfy him. When he kissed me, I was too weak to kiss him back properly. And when he left to grab paper towels to clean me off, I half-wondered if he even would come back. A bitter expectation from a different time. But return he did, and with warmed, wet paper towels, even.

After he laid next to me and gathered me back in his arms, staying awake to consider the implications of what just happened proved impossible. I dozed off to the drum of his heartbeat.

༄ ༄ ༄

Weeks followed, and I only grew more familiar with Sokka’s bedroom. It became routine for me to go home with him any time the larger group hung out, after our respective classes let out on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays. Then again on Saturdays, and often Sundays depending on our Monday schedules. It wasn’t just sex—well technically it was never fully sex, Sokka still wouldn’t let me touch him. But we still watched movies, joked around and teased each other, and tried to study together, which was expectedly what he most liked to interrupt.

I knew from personal experience and hearing women around me complain, that my situation with Sokka was unique. A man who only focused on a woman’s pleasure without expecting—without even allowing anything in return? A unicorn if there ever was one. But as lucky as it sounded, it irked me Even an earth-shattering orgasm can feel hollow if you’re alone in it. I had tried twice already to ask about what we were doing, only to be met with deflection. Slowly, confusion seeped back into me until one day, I just couldn’t take it anymore.

Another movie flashed from Sokka’s TV, an action film this time. Woods and hunting guns in cabins deluged my senses. Sokka laughed when I quickly spun to face him, avoiding a particularly graphic knife fight scene.

“What’re you laughing at?” I asked pointedly.

“Nothing,” he poked my cheek, “you’re cute.”

I glared up at him before burrowing my head back into his chest. The remainder of the movie may have blared in the background; but I was sleeping safe and peaceful in a lover’s arms.

“You didn’t like when the bear attacked?” Sokka grilled, later in bed.

“I don’t even remember there being a bear.”

“Right, you were sleeping. Mistake number one, sleeping when a bear’s on the loose.” He pointed his index finger in the air.

“No, mistake number one was agreeing to watch an action movie before bed.” I groaned.

He was already onto his next bit, fake roaring and growling. He shook his head up dramatically before landing it just next to the crook of my neck. His fake biting, embellished with grunts and tickled me into surprised laughter.

“Sokka!” I pushed against his chest futilely.

He lifted his head up again with a beastlike shake before nibbling the other side of my neck.

“Okay, okay, you caught me!” I squealed. When he lifted his head up yet again with victory grunts, I shoved him over onto his back and straddled him.

“Haha! Should’ve killed me.” I gloated. Excitement flared in his eyes, and I lowered head to imitate his prior behavior. Except when I nibbled on his neck, I heard an unmistakable hum. I tilted my head up just slightly to see his flushed cheeks, before lowering my lips down to his neck again. This time, I sucked on it slowly. My hips pressed down into his, and enjoying the very noticeable bulge underneath me. I had felt it pressed against me many times at this point, it was hard to hide, really; but had never been allowed to indulge in him for myself. I scraped the skin of his neck gently before rubbing myself cautiously against him. I barely had time to enjoy it before his hands flew up to constrain my hips

“Sokka…” After weeks, whining was no longer beneath me.

I propped myself up on his chest and pouted down out him. He returned a strained expression. I searched his blue eyes and his long, tanned features for any clues as to what he was thinking. But a mind reader, I was not. I traced a thumb across his cheek, and he tilted his head away just enough to break contact. Disappointment broke across my face, simultaneously.

“Look, I’m not going to force you or anything…but can you at least tell me why?” I pleaded.

“Why what?” His tone was flat and curt, he refused to look at me.

I looked down at the mountain ridge that was still straining up against my hips.

“There’s clearly some part of you that wants…” I was starting to feel hopeless again.

I pulled one of his hands off my hip and kissed the open palm before sighing into it. How could he be so in tune with my body yet still so oblivious at the same time?

“I want to feel like we’re sharing this time. Like it’s not just about me, it’s for both of us.”

Something must have actually reached him, because Sokka’s eyebrows raised with surprise.

“Sokka, please don’t shut me out.” My voice trembled, “I’m in your bed more nights than my own nowadays. But you still won’t really talk to me—”

“Fine!” He exhaled before I could finish. Then he lifted himself up against his headboard. His hand on my hip raised to my waist to steady me. “You really want to do this?”

“I gave a quick nod, afraid anymore words would be too many.

His face relaxed into a soft expression I recognized from the times I caught him watching me fall sleep. He cupped my cheek in his big palm, and my heart fluttered. With another deep sigh, he pressed his forehead against mine, before whispering.

“Of course I want you. Every time you walk through my door, I want to carry you to my bed and never let you leave.” He retreated his forehead from mine to look at me with a peculiar sadness. “You say you want this time to be about both of us, but it can’t be.”

“But why not?” I griped.

“Because the only reason you’re here at all is because of Jet.” There was no malice or accusation in his voice, he stated it as if it were a fact. “And you’re clearly still in love with him, even if you won’t admit it to me or to yourself.”

I jerked back with surprise but before I had time to object, Sokka had started talking again.

“Look it’s fine. I get it, he was your…first.” His eyes darted to the side with that last word.

“I’m not still in love with him.” I said plainly.

“Well, you’re still texting him constantly.” This time, accusation did lace through his words.

“No?” My brows furrowed, “No. He’s texting me! I haven’t actually talked to him in weeks! Probably since that one night I told you about, at the bar.” I could feel a different heat building up inside me. “And he’s not the only reason I started coming over here. I mean yes, I guess he’s who we were talking about that first kind-of-time but trust me, if I wanted to be with Jet—I would be.”

Sokka’s look of disappointment showed he didn’t really believe me.

“I can prove it!” I stretched over to snatch my phone from his bedside table. Frantically, I opened the messages from Jet, walls of one-line texts asking if I was up, where I was, why I wasn’t answering, unanswered attempts at flirting, spanning across the nearly four months since we’d broken up. “I haven’t responded to anything.” I shoved my phone in Sokka’s face insistently. I even dragged one dramatic swipe down to speed scroll up through the barrage of one-sided messages.

Sokka’s mouth fell open but he didn’t speak just yet. “But if you’re not still into him…” Sokka warily lifted his own finger to scroll up just enough to hit one of the last breakup texts I’d sent, pleading with Jet to just leave me alone. “Why not just block him? I’ve been seeing his name light up your phone practically every night….”

My cheeks burned with embarrassment, “I…hadn’t thought about that.” I admitted. “I mean, he’s annoying, but it’s not like he’s threatening me or anything.”

A look of incredulous confusion spread across his face. Then he locked my phone and tossed it carelessly onto the side of the bed. We beamed at each other before he pulled me into a deep kiss. His hands gripped back onto my hips, and this time, he pressed me back down against his re-hardening bulge.

“So you love me, huh?” I teased before nipping at his bottom lip. “Are you gonna show me?”

“I thought you didn’t want it to be all about you anymore.” He teased back, his hands slid up my body, taking my shirt with them.

“I mean…some things can still be about me.” I brought his shirt up over his head and tossed it on the floor. “As long as some things are about you, too.”

We made out heavily while I grinded my hips back and forth against him. Separated by at least three articles of clothing, I was growing needy.

I returned to kissing his neck, tracing my hands down his broad chest and abs. I was suddenly very grateful for all the gym time that took him away from me. I leaned my weight onto where my mouth was connected to the curve of his neck and lifted myself to my knees so I could unbutton his pants. Excitement buzzed through me when he also lifted his hips so I could slide them off. Impatient and worried that this moment might just be a dream, I hooked my hands on his briefs to pull them both down at the same time.

As I ran my hand up his shaft, felt the warm heat of him under taut skin, I only grew more and more desperate to feel him where I’d been needing him most. I finally started to feel brave enough to start kissing down his chest, but he gripped my waist stopping me again.

“But you said—” I started to pout.

“I know, and trust me, I want that too. But you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.” He eased me over on my back and sat back on his haunches to slide my panties off as well as fully push his own pants down, since I’d only had the patience to push them down to his knees

Two entirely naked people for, surprisingly, the first time. Fear caught back in my throat. Even though I knew Sokka, part of me wondered if maybe he too, would completely change after sex. Once he was no longer ‘chasing.’ But he wasn’t staring down at me as if I was something to be devoured. His expression was much softer.

As he leaned in between my legs, pushing them apart, and pressed gave my clit a playful flick before slipping his finger inside of me. I inhaled sharply at the welcomed sensation. Sokka seemed to be testing something and whatever it was, he seemed satisfied. He licked his finger before lowering himself back down over me. My breath hitched when I felt his dick rest over my slit.

He kissed me with a surprising tenderness, his hips started made a shallow movement, dragging his dick back against my dripping cunt. And then he pulled back further so his tip dropped to the mattress in between my legs. Partially to prove to him and myself that I was ready, I reached down to hold him and align it with me.

That first stretch almost knocked the wind out of me. My entire insides were scrambling to adjust to his size. He started with slow, deep thrusts, each had my ligaments twitching. The more he moved, the more gluttonous I became. Mindlessly, my hips started undulating to match his rhythm. But then he started moving faster.

“Hey, look at me,” he breathed.

My eyes fluttered open to see his gentle blue eyes gazing down at me. His smile was strained and excited. He planted a soft kiss on my lips, which I only partially felt as it coincided with the height of a thrust. Then he pulled his head back and propped himself up on his knees and lifting my hips stay aligned with his. This new angle had his dick aimed towards the front of my body and, more specifically, at my G-Spot. My body jerked, and I screamed out his name in surprise. Up until then, I had been enjoying the overwhelming but still slow-paced rise of pleasure. But I was rapidly on the brink now, and he knew it. His arms were curled around each of my legs, holding against his quickening pace, causing a furor of sensations to vibrate from my core. My orgasm hit me before I could even understand it. Sokka let my hips drop back to the mattress, but he didn’t slow his pace. I could feel muscles spasming against every thrust. I could hear myself calling out Sokka’s name, and I could hear him groan sweet nothings against my skin. But all I could really focus on was his cock continuing to split me open.

My orgasm-induced meditative state was disrupted by Sokka’s sudden change of pace. One particularly deep, hard thrust jolted me back. He lifted himself up so he could press apply pressure on my clit, which rubbed with the rhythm of his quickening, arhythmic thrusts. Our first time was breathless and quivering, with clothes and bedsheets strewn all over the place. Much better than any movie.

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