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╰┈➤Pairing: Sokka x male!reader

a/n: Someday I’ll be capable of writing good smut. Today is not the day, but we will keep trying.

⤷ ゛ ᯓ★ ˎˊ˗ 𓏲ּ𝄢 . . . START NOW .ᐟ.ᐟ

Sokka's hands trembled as his vision blurred, yet he clung to the mechanism in his hand, trying to turn it with the spanner, to no avail.

Finally, his hands gave way, and he dropped both objects. Sokka heard them fall noisily onto the table, but he didn't care and pressed his hands on the table for balance as a needy moan escaped his lips.

Your long fingers inside his hole, scissoring his gummy insides before pulling them out again, and again... and again. It was torturous and at the same time, so pleasurable.

"You wanted to be productive, didn't you?" You murmured against his ear as you played with him as you pleased. "Keep working."

It was completely counterproductive. He couldn't even concentrate, and besides... he was so close.

Sokka could feel his muscles beginning to tense, his heart racing, and his breath becoming ragged.

He gripped the table because he could feel his legs trembling, even though your free hand kept him balanced and the grip grew stronger with time. However, he needed something to hold onto, and at that moment, there was only the table.

He felt you touch his most sensitive spot, eliciting a particularly loud moan and bringing him to the brink of climax.

"J-just...mmm-ah..." He was completely incapacitated and consumed by pleasure to the point where forming sentences was illogical. You knew what he wanted, how, and with what urgency. You knew he was close.

"Just what, baby?" you murmured cruelly against his ear as you pressed yourself closer to him. continuing to work inside him.

Your fingers were working faster on his hole and your free hand abandoned his hip and touched his hard and very neglected cock making him moan in that instance as you started to stroke him.

You started to kiss his neck and his eyes went white because of how good it felt. His body was reacting to anything at this point.

"T—...ah—ah, right there, right there." He muttered breathlessly and incoherently. If he was truthful, he didn't even knew he had said anything.

Spirits, he didn't even knew how he has managed to last this long.

"Say please or I'll stop." You whispered on his ear.

And truthful to your word, your touched started to decrease in intensity, making him whimper and almost cry.

"Nmm, no, no—..." he begged. "Please don't stop." He said breathlessly.

He turned to look at you with watery, pleading eyes. Your hand left his cock, making him roll his eyes in despair, but your fingers in his hole resumed their previous speed.

Your hand traveled down his chest and reached his neck, embracing it. You forced him to sit up, and he groaned at the change in position while your fingers were still inside him.

One of his hands rose to your neck when you decided to kiss him.

The orgasm started to built up inside him again. Faster now, with your fingers on his nipples and inside him.

He moaned against your mouth and gripped your hair with his hand.

He stroked his cock with his free hand, wanting desperately to reach the highest point of pleasure that his body so desperately needed. And as his moans grew louder, this time there were no more games or teasing. Just a goal. You went ahead, giving him what he wanted while kissing him in the middle of it all.

And finally, with a loud, breathless and final moan escaped from his lips as his grip on your hair tightened as he came.

His body rested against yours as tired breaths left his mouth.

"You good?" Suddenly your tone shifted to something more sweet, leaving gentle kisses on his already very sensible body.

He nodded and looked at you, but before he could say anything, you smiled at him and shook your head.

"It's okay, we can continue later."

He grimaced and shook his head.

"But I want to do it now." He said as he turned around, getting back his strength little by little.

Sokka touched your clearly hard cock through your clothes and bit his lower lip when he heard you moan.

This was enough to make you jump up and kiss him again, and Sokka responded with renewed desire as he carelessly pushed you into the chair he usually used for work.

When you landed, without thinking twice, he followed you down and straddled you. You both ignored the sound the chair made under your weight; nothing else really mattered but the warmth of each other's bodies.

Your hands returned to his ass and pulled him closer, rubbing against your hardness.

He let himself be carried away by the kiss and, desperate, began urgently undoing your pants.

You bit the inside of his neck, making him groan as he freed your hard cock.

He could feel his own arousal building up again just by the sight of it and the feeling of your touch.

You bit his nipples, making his hips move against yours, and you both moaned with pleasure.

Sokka sought your mouth again as his other hand began to caress your dick with desire.

He broke the kiss so you could spit into his hand before continuing, focused on his task, rubbing his own dick against yours, making you both moan into each other's mouths.

Sokka's body, already sensitive from his recent orgasm, began to react quickly, feeling the same rush of adrenaline as before.

His moans against your mouth grew louder and louder.He felt a tear escape his eye as he held back his own orgasm a little longer, not wanting to leave you unsatisfied in any way.

Sokka kissed you, simply because he could and wanted to, hurriedly, before you both let out a ragged moan.

"Are you going to come for me, y/n?"

"Fucking make me." You replied breathlessly.

Sokka touched the head of your cock with his thumb as with his other hand he took some more attention to your nipples making you squirm. Your hands squeezed his ass, pulling him closer and you both moan at the change of angle.

Sokka came little after that and you followed a few seconds later. Both breathless against each other’s mouths and completely satisfied by what you just did.

“I think I’ll be spending more time in the workshop if this is what happens when you get tired of waiting for me,” Sokka murmured, resting his head on yours.

You laughed and gave him a lazy kiss.

“Don’t even think about it.”

“Come on, have fun,” he murmured, briefly biting your lower lip before looking into your eyes.

“I think we had a lot of fun tonight.”

“Shh, we’ll clean up later,” he replied, resting his head lazily on your shoulder.

“Shall we go sleep in our room?”

Sokka groaned, but finally nodded. He needed a more comfortable position to cuddle with you than the one you were in.

“Give me a second.”

He ended up falling asleep.

⤷ ゛ ᯓ★ ˎˊ˗ 𓏲ּ𝄢 . . . THE END .ᐟ.ᐟ

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Sokka x male reader

Jealous Boy

The Earth Kingdom market sprawled along the riverbank like a living tapestry, colorful stalls overflowing with spices, silk scarves, and hand-carved trinkets that caught the midday sun. The air hummed with voices and the sharp scent of grilled street food, merchants calling out their wares while children darted between legs. You and Sokka had slipped away from the group for what was supposed to be a simple supply run, but the way he kept glancing sideways at you, that easy grin on his face, made it feel like something more.

Sokka walked close, shoulder brushing yours every few steps, his boomerang slung casually over his back. “See? Told you this place had the best roasted duck-pig. Way better than anything in the South.” He bumped your arm lightly, eyes bright with that familiar spark of mischief. “Bet I can talk the vendor down to half price. Watch this.”

You laughed under your breath and let him lead, content to follow the rhythm of his stride. The crowd thickened near a stall selling intricate jade pendants, and that’s when it happened. A tall merchant with sharp cheekbones and a confident smile leaned across the counter, eyes flicking over you with open interest as he held out a polished pendant.

“Something for the handsome traveler?” the man said, voice smooth and low. “This one would look perfect against your skin. Or… maybe you’d let me show you how it fastens?” His gaze lingered, the flirtation clear and unhurried.

You offered a polite nod and a half-smile, already reaching for Sokka’s sleeve to keep moving. But Sokka didn’t miss a beat. He stepped in closer, hand brushing yours deliberately this time, fingers grazing your palm before linking loosely. “Yeah, we’re good,” he said, tone light but edged just enough. “He’s got all the accessories he needs.” The merchant shrugged with a knowing look, but Sokka was already guiding you away, hand staying in yours a fraction longer than necessary as the crowd swallowed the stall behind you.

He played it cool the rest of the afternoon — cracking jokes about the overpriced tea sets, pointing out ridiculous hats, stealing bites of your skewer when you weren’t looking. But you noticed. The way his fingers kept finding excuses to touch your wrist. The way he positioned himself between you and every passing stranger. The way his laugh came a little quicker, a little brighter, like he was reminding the whole market exactly who you were walking with.

By the time the sun dipped low and painted the river gold, the market noise had faded behind you. You found a quiet stretch of grass beside the water, the current murmuring softly as you sat together. Sokka dropped down first, knees drawn up, staring out at the ripples. The easy grin had slipped away, leaving something quieter.

You waited, shoulder against his, until he spoke.

“I hate this,” he said finally, voice low. “Feeling like I have to… I don’t know, stake a claim or something. That guy back there wasn’t even that bad, but the second he looked at you like that…” Sokka huffed a short breath, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know it’s stupid. I trust you. I love that you’re mine. But sometimes it still hits me that someone else could try.”

You turned toward him, the river’s soft glow catching on the sharp lines of his face. Without a word you reached out, cupping the back of his neck and pulling him in. The kiss was slow, grounding, your mouth moving against his until the tension in his shoulders melted. Sokka sighed into it, one hand fisting lightly in the front of your tunic like he needed the anchor.

“You’re mine,” you murmured against his lips when you finally parted, forehead resting on his. “And I’m yours. No one else gets this. No one else even comes close.”

He exhaled, the sound shaky but relieved, and kissed you again — softer this time, like he was letting the words settle deep. When you stood and offered your hand, he took it without hesitation, the walk back to the small inn on the edge of town quiet and warm.

The narrow room upstairs was simple, just a bed, a low lantern, and the faint scent of river air drifting through the open window. The moment the door clicked shut, Sokka was on you, mouth urgent and claiming as he backed you toward the bed. Clothes came off in a tangle of hands and quiet laughs, until he pushed you down onto the mattress and climbed into your lap, straddling your hips.

He didn’t waste time. Sokka sank down onto you in one smooth motion, the tight heat of him enveloping every inch until he was seated fully, breath catching sharp. His hands braced on your chest, palms flat over your heart as he started riding you hard — hips rolling with that focused intensity he usually saved for battle plans or inventions. His wolf-tail had come loose somewhere along the way, dark strands falling across his forehead as he looked down at you, eyes locked on yours like he was daring the world to try taking this away.

You gripped his hips, fingers digging into warm skin, and thrust up to meet him, matching every downward drop with a deep, steady snap. The narrow bed creaked under the rhythm, the sound mixing with the wet slap of skin and Sokka’s low, ragged breaths. He rode you like he needed to feel every inch, like he was proving something to himself with every grind.

But the possessiveness still simmered under his skin. Sokka leaned down suddenly, mouth latching onto the side of your neck. His teeth scraped first, then bit down hard enough to sting in the best way, sucking a dark mark into the skin right where your collar would hide it tomorrow. He soothed it immediately after with slow, wet licks, tongue dragging over the fresh bruise like he was sealing it in. “Mine,” he growled against your throat, voice wrecked but fierce, before moving lower to your collarbone. Another bite, another bloom of heat and color, followed by the same careful, soothing licks that made your cock twitch inside him.

You tightened your hold on his hips and drove up harder, watching the way his head tipped back for a moment before he forced it forward again, refusing to break the eye contact. Sweat slicked his chest, muscles flexing with every roll, his cock leaking steadily against your stomach as he chased the edge. Sokka kept marking you — a sharp bite just above your left pec, then another lower on your ribs — each one followed by those deliberate, tender licks that dragged over the sensitive skin until the sting melted into warm pleasure. He sucked a particularly dark hickey right over your heart, tongue swirling slow and possessive afterward, as if he could imprint the claim permanently.

“No one else,” he panted between marks, hips slamming down harder, taking you impossibly deeper. “No one else gets to see these. No one else gets you like this — stretched out under me, letting me claim every inch.” His tongue traced the fresh hickey on your neck again, slow and possessive, before he bit down on the other side, sucking hard enough to leave a matching bruise. The wet heat of his mouth, the scrape of teeth, the soothing glide of his tongue — it all blurred together with the tight clench of his hole around your cock, pushing you closer to the edge.

You thrust up faster, one hand sliding up his back to fist in his hair, guiding his mouth back to your throat. Sokka moaned against your skin, the sound vibrating through the fresh mark as he sucked another dark spot into existence, then licked over it with long, lazy strokes that made your hips stutter. His own cock rubbed slick and hot between your bodies, untouched but throbbing, the head dragging over your abs with every roll of his hips.

The pace turned punishing. Sokka rode you with single-minded focus, ass bouncing hard, walls fluttering and squeezing around you on every downstroke. He kept marking you — teeth and tongue working across your shoulders and chest in a scattered trail of hickeys — soothing each one with careful licks that left your skin glistening and oversensitive. The combination of pain and care, the way he never stopped looking at you, the way his body yielded and claimed at the same time, had heat coiling tight in your gut.

When he came it hit him hard, body seizing as thick ropes spilled across your stomach and chest, hole pulsing rhythmically around your cock like it was trying to pull you even deeper. The sight and the squeeze dragged you over right after. You buried yourself to the hilt and held him there, pulsing hot inside him while he shuddered through it, still rocking slowly like he didn’t want it to end.Sokka collapsed forward onto your chest, breathing hard, face tucked against your neck. His arms wrapped around you, holding tight even as his body trembled with aftershocks. He pressed one last soft kiss to the cluster of marks he’d left, tongue flicking out to soothe the darkest one with a gentle lick.

“Mine,” he muttered against your skin, the word quiet and certain now, all the earlier tension gone. “Just… mine.”

You ran a hand down his back, slow and soothing, and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. The lantern flickered low, the river’s murmur drifting in through the window, and the world outside the little inn felt very far away.

The jealousy had burned out, leaving only this — the two of you tangled together, warm and claimed and completely sure.

Like I know he wouldn't be MAD about it but just imagining being in her situation has me so stressed out

Girl: *looks at him* what’s wrong babe?

underwater rhymes and underwater funk

he sleeps in the sea in an underwater bunk

on the basketball court he does a nautical dunk

he’s got a little stash of underwater skunk

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