⊹ ࣪ ˖COMPLICATED── .✦
♡ Toph x Aang ♡
18+ | MDNI
Summary: Aang is finally invited to Toph's house for dinner after months of hanging out in Republic City. The night doesn't end like he expected.
Warnings: friends to lovers, two idiots, what are we?, NSFW, smut, nudity, flirting, teasing, kissing, breastplay, dry humping, parting the seas (idk what else to call it lol), Os, belly creaming (again, how do I phrase this? Help!), Avoidant!Toph, Sweet!Aang
Word Count: 6K+
Can be found on AO3
Chapter 1: Invitation
Aang had been spending a lot of time around Toph since he arrived back in Republic City. At first, it was just at work, using his role as Avatar any way he could to support the newly appointed chief of police. But eventually, he kept inviting her over for dinner at the temple with the air acolytes. They would spend hours laughing and talking between themselves even when surrounded by so many; seemingly always gravitating to the comfort and familiarity of one another.
Tonight was different.
For once, Toph had decided to host her friend at her place. Aang had rarely been allowed to visit her apartment and had never been allowed inside. He considered it the hallowed ground of Toph's privacy. And she was a very private person. Despite being chatty and amicable, Toph was never forthcoming about any personal details. Even to her best friend.
As he made his way to her home that late summer evening, Aang walked past rows of multi-storey apartments; an increasingly common sight in the rapidly growing city. They still felt so foreign to him. He thought it was inhumane to stack people like books on a shelf. But it seemed to be the only way to accommodate the ever-growing number of migrants flocking to the city for opportunities.
He continued his stroll, now passing through the park. He crossed over the bridge at its centre, going from the ever-green field to the blooming flower bushes on the other side. Aang paused at one of them to appreciate the delicate pink blooms, then spotted the brilliant white of a daisy growing just below.
He picked it and then a few more until in his hands was a small bouquet.
Toph's small house sat just outside the park. It was a quaint, detached home with a tiny garden, tucked between two larger family homes.
Toph had insisted on a compact space, expressing that the less there was inside it, the less there was to worry about. She needed it to be as far away from everyone else as she could get in such a crowded city. She tried to live in the multi-storey apartments so she would be closer to the police station, but it didn’t last more than a day. She refused to endure the torture of every vibration made by hundreds of tightly packed and high-strung people living on top of each other.
This space was perfect.
Aang walked up to the door of her ideal little cottage, and rapped his knuckles against the freshly painted brilliant green door. It always amused him how despite not being able to appreciate them herself, Toph kept things colourful.
He glanced back at the relatively quiet street for Republic City, his eyes darting back to the door when it swung open.
He couldn't help the small gasp at the sight of the earth bender; a reaction he seemed to be experiencing more frequently for reasons he couldn't name. Mostly because he chose not to.
"Hey Toph" he said, his voice soft and warm.
Toph blushed. "Hey Twinkle Toes! You're just in time. Dinner just got here" she said gesturing inwards.
"Great" Aang smiled, stepping over the threshold to Toph's very plain home. Only the bare necessities were present: a couch with just enough space for two tightly pressed bodies, a low coffee table in front of it, a dining table in the far corner beneath the currently open window with two chairs at either end. On the table were an assortment of bowls, their lids still on.
He finished analysing the room, then lowered his gaze to his hand.
"I got you these" he blurted, holding out the handful of flowers. He shook them just enough to make a sound that Toph could find them.
She reached for the bouquet, startled when she made contact with the thin and gnarly stems.
"Are these--" she sniffed at the subtle herbiness in her hands, "Are these flowers?"
"Yes" Aang bleated, "I got them for you!"
"Why?" Toph asked, fingers brushing curiously at the rays of petals.
"I--" Aang's words caught in his throat.
Why did he get them?
"I--" he tried again. "I thought it would be nice" he mumbled eventually.
Toph raised a brow, and he knew she knew he was lying. That wasn't it. Not all of it.
But she didn’t push.
"Thanks, I guess" she shrugged. "They must be nice if you got them."
She took the bouquet to the table, leading Aang there too.
"Sit" she ordered, settling into a chair furthest from the open window as if she assumed Aang would appreciate the incoming breeze more.
The idea of her consideration made him giddy.
Aang took his seat opposite her, trying to get comfortable at the surprisingly short table. His long legs stretched beneath it, his feet intruding on her space.
"Hey, I don’t want your boots to be the only thing I can see" she teased, nudging his shin with a bare foot.
Aang bit his lip. "Sorry" he mumbled, dragging his feet away. His knee knocked the table with a thump. He tried to rub the embarrassment off his face with a rough hand.
Toph threw her head back with laughter. "Its fine. You can bring your feet back here! That’s better than having you knock the table over!"
Aang gave a bashful hum of acknowledgement, his feet slowly sneaking back towards the earth bender. Her foot pressed into his almost purposefully now, their ankles locked into a small embrace between them.
Toph seemed falter a moment before she pushed a bowl to Aang.
"These are for you" she said softly, shoving yet another bowl in his direction.
He pulled the lids off of them in order; beneath the first was a thick tawny stew of pale cubes, and under the other, a serving of rice.
Aang smiled. "Curried tofu?"
"Yeah, I hope you don't mind. I don’t really know what other vegetarian thing to get you" she shrugged awkwardly.
Aang cackled. "But you eat at the temple all the time!"
"Yeah, I try not to pay too much attention to the food, which is easy, since it’s so bland" she smirked.
Aang shook his head, pressing his foot harder into hers. "Subtle is not the same as bland."
She returned the pressure of his foot. "You should tell that to whoever cooks for you guys."
Aang shook his head with a soft chuckle, his cheeks stinging with warmth. His eyes lingered on the woman opposite him.
His best friend, his age mate, his tutor. The woman as solid as the rocks she commanded. One of the few constants in his life. A life that never seemed to stop long enough for him to settle. But he could always settle here. With her.
His chest felt like it might burst from the admiration and gratitude he felt in her presence. The feeling seemed to call him to action, to move. Do something, say something to get the overwhelm out of his system. But there was nothing to say or do.
Only to eat dinner with his friend.
He began by scooping rice grains into his bowl, then servings of saucy chunks, blanketing the starch rice in a layer of flavoursome gold.
With an appreciative hum, he loaded his spoon with a mouthful.
He chewed.
"Oh, this is good!" he gushed. "It this from that place down the road?"
"Uh huh" Toph nodded, tucking into her own meal of steamed fish and noodles. "It’s the only place I eat from now."
"Yeah? It must be nice eating out all the time" Aang said.
"One of the good things about not being able to cook" Toph shrugged, "but I do make a good
boiled egg!"
"Unlike Zuko" Aang chuckled.
Toph joined in his laughter. "Yeah, the Fire Dork could burn water!"
Aang laughed unrestrained.
"Good thing he doesn't need to cook for himself" he smiled. His foot tilted upwards, giving Toph’s calf a gentle caress.
He waited for her to move away. She didn't. She just kept eating like nothing had happened.
Perhaps nothing had.
Aang sighed.
More tofu and rice.
Toph tilted her head.
"Have you got something on your mind?" She asked, punctuating her question with a tap of her chopsticks on the rim of her bowl.
Aang's eyes shot to her.
"Uh, what makes you ask that?" He muttered, swallowing hard. He noticed water at the table and reached to pour them both a glass before drinking his. Toph let him finish his little performance before speaking.
"Your heart sounds... weird" she said. "Like it’s full or something."
Suddenly the ache in Aang's chest had a name. It was full. Too full. Too many feelings, too much denial.
He shrugged. He chose a truth he was more comfortable admitting.
"I miss Katara" he admitted.
Toph bit her lip, then replied.
"Yeah, it’s been months since you got back here, after what happened.”
"Six months" he specified. "Six months since she asked for..." he couldn't finish his sentence.
"You saw her since, right?" Toph asked, picking at flakes of fish.
Aang shrugged. "Once."
"And?"
"And it was fine" he shrugged again. "She told me she was sort of seeing someone."
"Oof" Toph winced.
Aang nodded. "Yeah, that stung. But" he tried to smile, "I’m happy for her! I’m glad she has someone who can make her happy while I can’t" he shrugged for the hundredth time. His appetite seemed to have vanished.
"Aang" Toph said softly, her hand reaching across the table for his. He let her take it.
"It’s okay that it hurts" she said, her thumb brushing the back of his hand with a tenderness he didn’t know was possible from his friend.
Aang eyed the gesture.
"I know, but I am happy for her" he insisted.
Toph paused.
"I guess you can be both" she nodded, her hand retreating.
Aang wondered why he wished it would come back, hoping maybe she would let him caress it back.
They went back to their meals, chewing quietly before Toph said, "hopefully you can find someone to keep you happy in the meantime too" she nodded, smiling wide.
"Yeah... maybe" Aang muttered, knowing that if he kept spending all his time with Toph he would never have space for anyone else. He didn’t mind that thought.
He glanced up at her, watching her jaw grinding at a mouthful of food, and then the delicate bob of her throat as she swallowed.
He tried to finish the last of his curried tofu, but his mind was too preoccupied to let his stomach
function. His thoughts just kept it in a tight knot, refusing to accept food or his feelings.
They finished their meal in silence, a sharp detour from their usually lively conversations. Aang wondered if Toph minded, glancing at her to check for irritation.
But he found only calmness there. The type of tranquillity he strived for in his own meditations.
Once they were done, Toph wordlessly cleared the table, taking the finished dishes to the kitchen. Aang followed her there.
He lingered in the doorway, watching her begin to wash the dishes they had just eaten from.
"Hey, let me help with that" Aang protested, rushing to her side.
Toph felt his hands reach for the plate she was wiping down with soap and water and moved to hold it out of his reach. But his reach was greater than hers.
"Toph, please. I want to help" Aang whined softly, fingers clutching the dripping dish.
"I don't care what you want! Stop trying to be helpful, it’s so annoying" Toph groaned, tugging at the bowl with a flick of her wrist.
"Please, you got dinner! It’s the least I can do" Aang insisted, fingers biting into the sudsy porcelain.
The combined pressure of their stubborn grips sent the bowl flying.
Toph braced, waiting for the crash and crack.
Instead, there was only the whir of air.
Aang kept the bowl suspended just millimetres from the floor in a ball of wind.
He whistled, bringing the bowl back into his hands.
"That was close" he sang, dipping the dish back into the bubbly water.
"It wouldn't have been so close if you weren't so annoying" Toph grumbled.
"Or if you weren't so stubborn" Aang replied, his body pressing into Toph's as he tried to scoot her away just enough for him to occupy the sink.
Toph gave a long-suffering sigh, her body leaving his.
"You know what, knock yourself out. I'll focus on making tea, I guess" she muttered, going to the kettle on the stove.
Aang tried his best to focus on the eating utensils he had insisted on cleaning, while his ears listened closely to the movement behind him.
The gurgle of water filling the kettle, the rattle of matches.
He couldn’t stop himself.
"Let me get that" he said, his still wet hand flicking the stove on before Toph even had a chance to find a candidate match in the box.
She shook her head but chuckled. "You're like one of those fancy knives that do everything, but I can’t get rid of you as easy!"
"You can try to get rid of me" Aang smiled sweetly, "but I'll just keep coming back."
"Yeah. That’s one of the things I like about you" Toph smiled too, popping the top of the kettle back on.
Aang wondered if Toph could tell what effect those words had on him. He returned to his chore, hoping to put this energy to good use.
Toph walked slowly up to him.
She paused when she was right by his side.
Aang was startled by a sudden pressure, the gentle tickle of soft skin against him.
He glanced down to see Toph wrap herself around his arm, holding on tight like a plushie she won at the state fair. Her cheek was so soft against his, rubbing back and forth affectionately.
Aang thought he might pass out. He should do something...
Toph lifted her head almost like she knew he was going to touch her.
"I guess you need all this huh?" She cooed.
"What?" Aang blurted, soap slick hands curling into bubbly fists.
Toph chuckled. "All these muscles! The Avatar can't be a weakling!" she beamed.
"Wish your personality got the memo" she added, a cheeky smirk across her lips.
Aang frowned, clearly hurt, then smiled despite himself. How could he stay mad at a face like that?
"Well, I think my muscles and my personality are just fine. They got us this far, right?"
"Right" Toph agreed sincerely.
She paused. Aang watched her consider something.
Then he watched her lips brush against his bicep, tracing the swell of muscle there with the soft pink at her mouth.
Her breath tickled the fine hairs of his arm as they rose to attention. That wasn't the only thing that did.
"Toph" he mumbled, and she was gone. Back to the kettle.
Aang was left with the dishes and himself. He kept cleaning, nearly dropping a bowl, and continuously losing his grip on the chopsticks.
Those lips. He wanted...
The high-pitched call of the kettle snapped him back to the room. He turned to the sound and stayed there.
Toph's muscles framed perfectly by the cut of her tank top. They coiled beneath her pale skin, their shadows twisting with every purposeful movement as she lifted the kettle away from the stove.
Aang helped her again by hushing the flame with just a glare, prompting her to chuckle. He continued to watch, mesmerised as she poured the steaming water into a teapot.
Aang smiled.
"Iroh would be disappointed with the way you make tea" he said.
"Well, good thing Iroh isn't here" Toph smirked, putting the pot onto a tray to brew.
She tilted to Aang. "Since you like being helpful so much, can you grab some cups from over there?" she pointed at the cabinet by Aang's head.
He peered inside it to find six identical earthenware cups. Aang grabbed two and brought them to Toph's tray.
"Thanks, Twinkle Toes" she smiled.
Aang shook his head. "Really? Aren't you tired of Twinkle Toes? Can't you call me something else?"
Toph hummed in consideration. "Breeze Boy?"
"I actually don't mind that one" Aang nodded.
"Great, Twinkle Toes it is!" Toph grinned, lifting the tray and walking out the door without a second thought.
Aang just stood there, laughing breathily to himself.
"I can't believe her" he whispered, those words settling between his ribs.
This feeling. It begged him again to do something.
He chose to collect himself with a few grounding breaths before darting away to join Toph in the other room.
He expected to see her at the table but found her instead on the couch. Reclined to one side, two steaming cups in front of her.
She tapped the space beside her. "Are you just going to stand there?"
Aang shook himself, and rushed to the couch.
There was barely any room for him.
He sank down anyway, his thigh spilling onto hers.
"Argh, again with your big body!" Toph groaned with no edge. She lifted herself from under Aang only to land back on top of his lap.
His breath hitched, his leg suddenly on fire.
Toph cocked a brow. "This alright or is my thigh offending you?"
Aang glanced at Toph from the corner of his eyes, trying to control his breathing.
"I'm not... offended" he rasped, eyes rolling to the back of his head.
Toph sat with her arms crossed, seemingly amused. She chuckled lightly and shifted forward, alternating the pressure on Aang's blistering thigh. He bit back a hum.
Toph brought the cooling cups back to her seat and passed one over to the flustered Aang.
"Drink up, don't let it get cold or you'll be able taste what's wrong with it."
Aang chuckled, accepting his cup and sipped.
"Hey, it’s not bad" he said. "I've tasted worse."
"From who? Zuko?" Toph smirked.
Aang huffed a laugh. "He can burn water" he repeated.
They cackled softly with each other, their bodies drawing closer as if summoned by the sound.
Aang realised that their faces were close enough, that with a single tilt of his head, his lips could easily have found Toph’s. His eyes drifted from her mouth to her eyes. There was an unnamed glimmer of something there. Then back to her lips.
He considered it.
“Uh, how was your day?” Aang asked suddenly, breaking the spell.
Toph blinked then snorted. “Took you long enough.”
Aang winced. “Sorry! I should have asked sooner!”
Toph chuckled, her hand reaching for his surprisingly dewy shaven head. Her fingertips pressed into his scalp for an affectionate pat.
“I’m only kidding, Twinkle Toes” she whispered.
Then she paused with a hum. “It was fine, I guess. Boring.”
“Hmm… probably because I wasn’t there” Aang huffed a single laugh.
Toph gave him an amused grin. “Yeah, you tell yourself that.”
Aang smirked, leaning into the sensation of her fingers gently massaging his scalp.
Toph giggled, a foreign sound. “You like it when I do that.”
Aang hummed. “Hmmmm, I do. It feels nice!” he bubbled. “You’d like it too if you were bald.”
“Maybe. I definitely wouldn’t let anyone do it to my hair” Toph snorted, her hand leaving Aang’s head to tuck into her arm across her chest.
Aang fought the pang of disappointment.
“Do you ever… let anyone touch you?” he hazarded to ask.
Toph’s head jerked back. “Touch me how?”
“Uh, just like…” Aang sputtered, stumbling over his thoughts. “You know, uh, just like… affection” he mumbled awkwardly.
Toph’s face pinched inwards, then softened. “Uh, other than what I just did with you and a couple hugs, no. I don’t really have anyone I want touching me” she scoffed, a sound intended to be dismissive, but it only revealed her nerves.
Aang thought about her words. “You don’t really ever talk about this stuff with me.”
“I don’t talk about it with anyone” she shot back.
Aang nibbled on his lip. Before he could speak, Toph asked, “Do you want me to talk about that sort of thing?”
“Yeah, of course I do” Aang said with an eagerness he worried would put her off.
But she leaned in closer. “What do you want to know?”
“Uh… why aren’t you dating anyone?” he tried.
"Eh, it’s hard to find someone. I tried the casual thing, but it just didn’t feel right, you know?" Toph shrugged, prompting Aang to nod.
"I think it’s more fun if there’s a connection, and... uh" she scratched her neck.
Aang waited for her to continue.
“And?” he encouraged.
"This might be too much information, but…” she muttered, “I'm also really sensitive down there."
Aang's eyes widened. "Sensitive" he mumbled absent mindedly.
"Yeah" Toph sighed. "It’s... really intense for me..."
"It's better when I do it with someone who cares so we can go slow" Toph explained with a nervous shrug.
"If that’s what I need" she wagged her brows.
Aang felt a twinge of excitement. He quickly shoved it to the recesses of his mind.
He cleared his throat, speaking around the lump he now had there.
"I can’t imagine doing it without like... actually knowing the person, you know?" He nodded. "'Especially after Katara, if I sleep with anyone else… I hope it means something."
Toph chuckled softly, giving Aang a playful shove that brought that familiar twinge back.
"You're such a softy" she purred.
"Yeah I am… but I know you are too" he argued gently, his body tilting towards hers.
"I'm not soft" Toph pouted.
"Yeah, just sensitive, apparently" Aang teased.
Toph’s eyes widened. She punched him square in the chest with a thud.
He chuckled, not minding the sting her fist left.
His eyes couldn't help but run over her, taking her in again.
The cut of her tank top, the gentle swish of her bangs, her small shiny teeth between her smiling lips.
The familiar twinge returned.
"When was the last time you were with anyone?" Aang asked quietly.
"A really long time ago" Toph admitted.
"I guess the last person you were with was Katara?" She asked.
"The only person I've ever been with" Aang replied, wincing.
Toph pressed her lips shut for a moment of consideration. "Mmm... maybe we should change that?"
Aang’s head snapped to Toph.
"What do you mean?" he gasped, blinking at his friend.
Toph shifted away, her face a bright shade of red.
"Nothing! I didn't mean anything. That was stupid!" she shook her head defensively.
Aang wet his lips, lifting his gaze from her hands to search her face.
"You would never think anything you said was stupid" Aang pointed out, shifting to close the distance between them again.
Toph gasped, her hands going out instinctively in front of her to land in Aang's broad chest. His pectorals twitched in response to her touch. She pushed harder against them, like she was testing them.
"Toph, what did you mean?" Aang pled in a whisper.
"Do you really need me to spell it out for you?" Toph muttered.
"No, I don't need you to" he huffed. "But I want you to."
"I want you to tell me you want this" Aang said, his voice growing hushed with arousal.
Toph bit her lip. "Do you?"
Aang blinked.
"Do you want this?" she asked.
Aang leaned closer, noticing his hands trembling.
"More than anything" he admitted softly.
There was a silence.
A stillness.
Toph shut her eyes.
Aang understood.
He glanced her face again, before closing the little space still left between them.
Aang met Toph’s lips with a tender press and a lingering graze. He gasped against their soft wetness. They were even fuller and sweeter than he had imagined. A hum of delight buzzed through him and into her.
The sensation prompted Toph to quickly introduce her tongue with a small, sloppy flick. Aang moaned and opened his mouth wider, hoping she would do it again. She did. Another quick, wet flick. He returned the favour with one of his own. Their tongues began a slow dance, tender twists and turns, before evolving into a heated passion.
They moved in waves and pulses as if uncertain of how they got here despite having waited for this moment for so long.
It was so unfamiliar to Aang, who was cautious, slow, gentle.
Just like with her training, Toph’s tongue was strong and determined, showing little to no hesitation.
Aang surrendered to that tongue. He had never felt anything like that. Even Katara's least tame kiss was soft compared to what Toph was doing to him now.
And he loved it.
Toph’s hands pressed into his chest appreciatively, fingers running laps across his torso. Aang took this as an invitation of his own exploration.
First, he felt her waist. Tapered, solid; strong and athletic, but slim enough that Aang’s large hands almost met on either side. For someone so powerful, Toph felt small in his hold. With a small swipe of his thumb, his digit skimmed the sudden shift from ribs to breast.
Aang gasped, his lips faltering against Toph’s for just a moment, before his hands ran down that toned waist to the boundary of her tank top. The tank top he had admired all night that was now a barrier.
She must have guessed what Aang wanted, because her hand went to the hem of her tank and tugged it gently.
"Do you want this off?"
Aang let out a soft breath. "Yes please."
With one swift motion, her tank top was gone… and then the bandeau beneath it.
Aang took a sharp inhale and held it.
There they were.
They were almost unreal, the way they defied gravity.
Two perfect points heaving with every breath.
Toph smirked. "What? See something you like?"
Aang's throat made a small breathy whine when his exhale finally decided to leave him.
He bit his quivering lip, near tears as his mind bombarded him with everything he wanted to do to the fullness at her chest.
Toph took his barely resisting hand and brought it to the swell of her breast.
Her head tilted back, bangs falling away from her face to flash Aang a toothy grin.
"It's okay" she cooed breathily. "You can touch them" she leaned closer. "I know you want to."
Aang's breath caught in his throat with a low hum of admittance, his mind consumed by the sensation of shifting satin in his palm. His other hand took her other breast and kneaded it gently, making Toph moan with him.
She leaned forward, just enough that her chest hung like two soft pendulums, a small shimmy making them swing back and forth in Aang’s grasp.
He couldn’t stop himself, he pressed his face into the display, rubbing his cheeks, his lips, his jaw, and even his tattooed forehead into the unbearably soft skin.
"Suck them" Toph tried to order, but it came out like a plea.
Aang couldn't help but huff a laugh. He had never heard Toph ask for anything, let alone beg.
His hot flat tongue rolled out of his mouth, and he dragged it from her ribcage, trailing a wet line all the way to her peaked nipple. Toph whimpered as he took that toughened nib into his mouth and went to work. First a flick, then a suckle, even sneaking the caress of his teeth.
Without her command, Toph’s hips began to wriggle into his lap.
Aang's erection twitched in his trousers, a jerky plea for contact and release.
But Aang ignored it, moving his mouth to give Toph's other breast the same attention while he felt his trousers get tighter and wetter. Toph's hips now working the space between her thighs harder into his lap.
She shifted away just enough that her breast left his insatiable mouth. Aang lifted his eyes to search her face as her hand wandered down, from his rouged cheek, his surging pectorals, his firm abs, and stopping only at the lump where his length fought against fabric.
He whimpered, watching her small hand barely cover most of the bulge there.
Toph cackled softly, the sound the only thing to tear Aang's eyes away from her hand at his cock.
"Feels like you've got something for me" she smirked, squeezing, hard.
Aang grunted, followed by a weak whine.
"Toph, please" he gasped.
"Please what?" She laughed, the sound making Aang's cock spasm. "I can't really do anything with it in there."
Aang swallowed nothing at all, his doe-eyes widening.
Toph clambered off of him.
Slowly, she undid the knotted string at her waist.
Her thumbs hooked her waist band.
Aang gasped as the fabric of her trousers fell away to her floor.
She was suddenly naked before him.
For him.
"Whoa" he rasped, his eyes glancing over her gorgeous musculature, and finally settling at the perfect patch of coils between her thighs.
He was sure his mouth was watering, because this time he had something to swallow.
That cackle again.
"What do you think?" She asked, the words shier than she intended.
Aang glimpsed at her blushing face and smiled.
"You're so beautiful" he whispered, warmth spreading through him like the igniting flame at the end of a wick.
Toph huffed. “Shut up and get your pants off already.”
Aang nodded, diligently and swiftly doing as he was told. His trousers were still by his ankles when Toph arrived back in his lap, a wide grin on her face.
Her hand wrapped immediately around his erection.
Aang cried out at the sudden contact.
Toph let go of him just as quickly.
“Whoa! I better not do that, or you might burst!” she giggled.
“Sorry” Aang mumbled, deeply embarrassed for being so close to the end.
Toph chuckled, her small, calloused hands cupping his jaw gently.
“It’s okay, you’re just excited” she whispered, pressing her lips to his.
Her kiss was sweet this time, delicate. It came as a series of open-mouthed pecks, each one taking his breath away.
Her thumbs gently caressed Aang’s strong jawline from chin to ear, before her hands tucked around to the nape of his neck. She pulled him closer until their bodies were flush to each other, the only thing between them Aang’s thrumming erection.
Toph made the smallest thrust, tilting her hips until that untamed patch of curls parted against his rigid shaft. Aang broke their kiss to let out a moan, hands shooting to her buttocks to keep her exactly where she was. He pressed himself hard until she whimpered.
He almost felt possessed. The next thing he knew, he had Toph on her back, her hair coming undone over the edge of the armrest.
He realised what he was doing and paused, checking her expression. She was panting through a wide smile.
She reached over to kiss him again, her hands tugging at Aang’s hips in a wordless plea to return to her.
Aang lowered himself down until there was no space between them again.
His hips moved back and forth, smoothing his throbbing erection over her wet pussy lips. His head bumping her swollen clit over and over. An unrestrained moan left her with every brush of that sensitivity right there, Aang's leaking cock only adding to the ease of every slip. Again and again.
Aang could barely contain his own grunts and whines, eyes threatening to shut. But he wanted to look at her. He wanted to watch the way their bodies met. They way their slid past each other. Maybe then it would make it real.
It felt so real.
Suddenly Toph tensed, her sharp nails digging into Aang's chest. She let out a single cry, then a whine as she convulsed beneath him. Aang stared at her writhing; the way she was so helpless to every powerful pulse through her body.
The sight was enough to tip him over the edge. He let out a prolonged groan. An eruption of wet heat shot through him and out his fleshy head, spraying milky fluid all across Toph’s toned abdomen and up to her breasts.
Aang’s eyes fluttered shut as he finally succumbed to the sensation.
He fought to catch his breath. Every inhale laboured, every exhale a rush of air. He finally pried his eyes open.
Then blinked at his mess. There was so much there; the accumulation of months of celibacy, and yearning for the woman he had finally been able to express his desire to.
His strength left him all at once.
He fell onto Toph with a soft squelch where his semen spread between them.
Aang could only grunt an apology, trying and failing to lift himself back up.
Toph's arms dragged him down by his neck, keeping him where he was. Her hands guided his head to the flat of her sternum like a sanctuary for him to rest.
He stayed there, still panting. He let his eyes close and just listened to her pounding heart. A little drum beat he helped speed up. He let himself get lost in the sound.
Slowly, his breathing settled.
He felt like he had just woken up from a dream so fantastic he could hardly believe it.
In that dream, he had kissed his best friend, Toph. He played with her breast, he rubbed himself against her, bringing them both to an orgasm.
The soft squish of come beneath his shifting weight told him that none of that was a dream.
It was his reality.
Their reality.
"Toph?" He rasped.
"Uh huh?"
"You okay?" He asked, raising his head enough to catch a glimpse of her face.
He caught the glimmer of a smile.
She didn’t speak for a moment longer than he liked. He lifted himself off of her, his elbow nearly slipping on the smooth material of the couch as he tried to lean onto it for support.
Toph cackled.
"You okay, Breeze Boy?”
Aang couldn’t stop his smile. "Yeah... I'm great" then he looked down at the strings of slime connecting his belly to Toph's.
"Sorry about the mess" he winced. "I'll clean it up!"
Toph giggled. "You're trying to be helpful again."
Aang laughed breathily. "Yeah, it’s the least I can do after..."
After this dream. This dream that left them both covered in his pleasure.
And there was so much of it.
“Do you have a towel?” he asked.
Toph looked like she was about to say something sarcastic but thought better of it.
“Yeah, the bathroom’s over there” she waved vaguely to a short corridor on the other side of the room.
Aang nodded and shot to his feet, stumbling with still weakened legs down the corridor. He stopped at two doors. One in front of him and one to his side.
He hesitated to reach for either one.
“It’s the one on your left” Toph’s voice called from the couch.
“Thanks!” Aang hollered back. He went into the prescribed door and glanced around the small wash closet until he spotted a pile of haphazardly folded cotton towels. He grabbed one, and then another, and rushed back to the couch where Toph was still laying.
Her finger absently tracing lines into the drying puddle of slick on her stomach.
Aang rushed to kneel in front of her.
“Finally,” she muttered, sucking on her finger before reaching to Aang for a towel.
He shook his head in disbelief. “Did you really just put that in your mouth?” he asked, pressing the towel onto her and swiping it over her abdomen.
Toph’s eyes widened, her body tensing. “Yeah… I did that a few times” she admitted, trying to take the cloth from Aang.
He blinked at her. “Why?” he asked, ignoring her hand and continuing to wipe her down.
Toph tensed again. “Because” she snapped, “I wanted to.”
She tried for the towel again. Aang pulled it aside to check if he had gotten most of her clean and nodded when he saw he had.
Toph ran a hand over herself. “Hey, why did you do that?”
“Because I wanted to” Aang smirked, leaning over to steal a quick kiss from Toph’s still arguing lips.
Her lashes fluttered, her hand reaching instinctively for his chest again.
“Aang” his name came out as a hoarse whisper.
He kissed her again, “Yes, Toph?”
Her lips turned into a thin line that refused to speak.
Aang gave her a moment, but the words never came.
Instead, he grabbed the other towel and worked at the nearly dry patch on himself, scraping rather than wiping.
Toph sat there, entirely still, seemingly yards away like she had been transported elsewhere.
And then she came to, bolting upright. Her hands covered her chest.
“My clothes” she muttered.
“Hm, let me get them” Aang said, immediately gathering her trousers and tank top. He brought them to her waiting hands, giving them a small squeeze during the handoff.
Toph snatched her hands away. “Thanks” she muttered, pulling her top on without ceremony, ruining her bun even further.
Aang faltered, then turned to focus on dressing himself.
They hovered around each other, acting as though they were the only ones in the room even if all they could do was listen to the other. Orbiting like planets that never collided.
But they had.
“Toph” Aang whispered once all his clothes were secured to his body.
“So, I’ll meet you around?” Toph asked.
He wondered if the ache in his chest was his heart cracking with disappointment.
He bit his lip. “Uh, you don’t…” he shook himself.
He should have known better.
“Yeah. I’ll see you” he muttered. He glanced at the dining table, the bouquet wilting on its surface.
Toph walked him silently to the door.
He struggled with the final steps across the threshold, unable to resist one more glimpse of the woman behind him.
She just stood there. Aang was sure she looked sad.
“Toph” he whispered.
“I’ll meet you later, Twinkle Toes” she muttered, shutting the door in his face.
He stood there, blurry bright green all he could see.
“Later” he whispered to the door.
He turned slowly to the now silent street.
He felt much colder now as he took the lonely walk back to the Air temple.
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