Smutty Sokka: 3

Title: The Lonely and The Vulnerable

Sokka and Katara return from their first fishing trip before the glaze of dusk overtakes the bright sky. Their exploits reveal in the form of a massive game of fin monkeys and nothing ELSE. Nothing notable happened aside from fishing. The two did nothing that should warrant any attention. Yet, Sokka and Katara refused to look at each other. Sokka’s club, blunt boomerang, or one of his bone spears could cut the tension brewing between them.

The village welcomes them the moment they sight Sokka dragging one of the rare few boats left to the village across the snowy fields alongside a quiet Katara, who was not all on her brother’s face for one reason or the other.

Aside from Katara, there are 12 women in the village.

Kya, Yuta, Lom, Kiara, Nona, Kaya, Kai, Hana, Baan, Asvi, Ren, and Paliki.

The twelve of them guide Sokka into Kya’s tent for a serious talk. He should have seen this coming given his deeds last night.

As for Katara?

She is now following the tradition of being tackled onto the snow by the kids. After all, if she is going to be his hunting 'partner,' she must share all the burdens, too. Sokka knows better than to treat Katara any less than himself or any other warrior he looks up to after witnessing her freeze half a stream between icebergs.

Silently taking a seat left between them, where all twelve of them divide into groups of six and sit on either side, Sokka waits for them to speak up. However, he does glance at each woman unabashedly. Letting them know that even a group of women collected together fail to make him nervous.

Not everything is a competition, but usually, Sokka's more primal instincts get the better of him.

Taking in the silence, Kya releases a muted sigh and questions, "How was your hunt with Katara?"

Sokka smiles sincerely, "Aside from the risk of our boat capsizing since she is far from controlling her gifts—"

Kya snaps as Sokka grins wider. Of course, he is getting Katara some heat for her actions. What kind of sibling would he be if he didn't?

"What?" As Kya gasps, Sokka continues to stun the entire group, "—we caught a lot of Fin Monkeys, thanks to Katara. And we agreed to make more fishing trips since waterbending is quite useful. Aside from that..."

As Sokka cups his chin and narrows his eyes, Kya has a reason to feel better. 'At least they are getting along—'

"Katara caught us doing it yesterday, Kya. I never thought she'd already known about the rest of us, but I'm glad we talked it out."

Kya zones out. The other women look equally speechless.

One trip!

That's all it takes to change things entirely sometimes.

"By the way," Sokka adds and grows more serious visibly, "I do believe I want to take responsibility for you all. I know any other warrior of the village would do the same. It's not like I wanted to beat around the ice all this time but... even I am only starting to feel that this responsibility will be harder, but welcomed all the same."

Sokka observes their expressions brightening visibly— Except for Kya, who is still reeling from the earlier news.

Such a formal gathering is unnecessary, honestly. Sokka has been caring for all eleven women daily— in turns, of course. They chatted a lot. They know each other. That’s why Sokka did not understand why they needed such a declaration. He knows he wants to care for them. He knows he can rise to the task.

So, it is better to be concise and clear when conveying all this to the twelve women.

"Sokka..." Kya frowns, "Can you repeat the thing about Katara..."

"She caught us doing it yesterday," Sokka shrugs, "So, I responsibly told her that while I can call you Kya from now on, she must regard you as our Mom!"

"As honorable as ever, I see," Yuta tosses a sarcastic yet amused smirk his way, causing other women to chuckle among themselves while Kya's cheeks flush as she stands up.

Sokka taking responsibility is good and all, but she needs to chat with Katara asap!

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"Am I supposed to do all the work?!" Katara huffs and continues to steer the boat amateurishly. Throwing Sokka an annoyed glare, she draws a sharp tone, "Hey! I am talking to you!"

Chuckling and bathing in sunlight, a rare moment of delicacy in this location, Sokka replies, "I don't know why I was even against having you."

Unbeknownst to him, his words make Katara purse her lips as various products of imagination crop up in her head as he continues, "You can steer the boat. Catch fish— Freeze them to keep them fresh. The hunt has never been easier! And the more you practice, the better you should grow in waterbending!"

"So, this is all part of training me?" Katara reigns in her annoyance. Honestly, she shouldn't feel like this. Sokka is finally taking to the idea of her being useful. But... Kya's private 'discussion' involved more excuses than Katara expected from Sokka about the situation. She is left wondering. In annoyance. Why can't Kya be honest? If Sokka feels good, she should just admit it. Katara doesn't want her mother to feel lonely, after all!

But adding to her irrational annoyance that also seems a product of her innate desires which she fails to admit even now, Sokka blinks owlishly, "Oh yeah... in my excitement, I forgot that you need to train more. Let's do it like this. After five more trips on the boat, until you get better and more comfortable with waterbending, we will hit the white plains and hunt Polar Dogs. Their hide is thick, but we may have it easier if you can create icy spikes! Maybe fashion traps and pitfalls, too!"

With annoyance building in Katara for every word Sokka muses and contemplates, the waterbender finds herself close to her limit of patience.

'I HAVE his admiration! But... this isn't what I wanted!' she scoffs internally but still isn't as erratic as to lash out constantly. 'What do I really want...'

The thought and sensation of their kiss briefly linger in her mind and on her lips. Turning away, she looks at the stream ahead with her thoughts jumbling further and further until... she feels her control slip up against the slow stream that rocks their boat awkwardly. Yelping, Katara hurries to grab the edge ahead and stops herself from rolling into the stream.

"Woah!" She gasps and looks back at Sokka, "I'm sorry... Sokka?"

She blinks in surprise to find him looking sideways awkwardly while waving his hand, "No issues, you just have to train more."

"Right..." Katara's blue eyes observe her brother with a twinkle as she stands up again in good balance and begins to steer the boat with a quiet smile. Her frustration with her mother's excuses and her unending curiosity after that kiss makes her want to use the sudden realization that Sokka no longer sees his little sister the way he used to.

‘He… He was looking at me.’ Katara feels pleased. This is the sensation she wants to feel. So, she will chase it.

— — —

Fin Monkeys, Arctic Prawns, and Baby Hammer Dolphins are a few of the rare delicacies found in the streams near the village.

Katara’s addition to the fishing trip made these rare delicacies not so rare.

It is only their third trip together. Three more trips and Sokka promised Katara to hunt in the snowy plains with her. After their initial confrontation where Katara lost control of her gifts, she has been a pleasant hunting partner.

She soaks in little bits of Sokka’s experience and suggests various ways she could try to use her gifts before trying them in action. There were times when Sokka’s suggestions regarding a few aggressive beasts saved their lives.

But…

Sokka wants to stop being around Katara as quickly as possible!

*Thump*

Their boat rocks again.

Katara keels over to the edge— again.

Her knees close shut as she falls while her thickly robed ass hangs high in the air with a visible sway— a sight Sokka finds himself both irresistible and chilling. He should not feel this way about Katara: he chants so continuously. But she takes longer than usual to get up. With a groan that indicates her pain, she rubs her butt with a hand.

‘But you fell on your knees! What’s the point of rubbing your ass, you moron!’

She looks back with her usual knowing grin, “Ah, sorry! I lost control again.”

This is why he wants to stay away from her. As a woman possessed, Katara has been bending in front of him at all the odd moments, and if she is subtle in the village, the waterbender tosses away all forms of modesty when they are alone and sharing the small space of their boat.

Sokka wants to call her out on her bullshit but fears that she may kiss him again or try something worse— he looks away and refuses to respond. If he looks away and refuses to acknowledge it, he should be fine.

Grunting in annoyance, Sokka mutters, “Let’s just catch a few fish and return.”

“Sure. By the way, it should be Kaya’s turn today, right?” Katara brings up a topic that makes him glance at her up and down, and then he glares at the annoying price— “Why do you care?”

“Because I am your sister?” Katara inclines her head with a smile.

“Exactly! My sister!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Katara sits across Sokka to regain her breath as their boat rocks to the gentle currents of the stream.

He bites back his words with a glare. A part of him wants to let go of his inhibitions but…

She is his baby sister! He vowed to protect her. And right now, his thoughts are far from sheltering her.

“Did you know that Kaya likes to smoke a few spices in her igloo before you return so that the interior feels especially warm and cozy?”

“Why are you doing this?” He finally questions her with a sour look. Did Kya feel this way? Probably not. He did not play with Kya like Katara is playing with him now. Who knows whom Katara takes after because he, Kya, and his father are not like that one bit!

“Talking?” Katara tilts her head and grins, “Silly, I like talking with you. You’re the only one close to my age.”

“You know what I am talking about!” Sokka grits his jaws and mutters, “It feels fucking weird. You should stop—”

“No!” Katara interjects with a twinkle in her gaze. Knowing him well, she presses all the wrong buttons, “I’ve seen you bed every woman in the village in different locations! You don’t get to be uncomfortable after making me feel the same way for years! Especially not after Mom! Calling it a responsibility while taking your fair share of fun is demeaning.”

Sokka narrow his eyes. Anger flashes through his gaze as he crosses his arms, “It is a responsibility! You wouldn’t understand!”

“I wouldn’t understand?” Katara stands and reaches Sokka in a step or two. “Are you trying to tell me that you find no joy in sleeping with all of them? Or that you do not enjoy a challenge when hunting animals?” She towers over him. “You just call it a responsibility because you don’t want to come across as one giant asshole!”

His lips twitch as he snarks, “At least I’m not acting like a fucking polar dog in heat bending over like a moron constantly!”

“What did you say?”

“You heard me!”

“Then stop looking if it bothers you so much! If you can fuck any woman you like, maybe I’ll fuck any guy I like, too!”

Sokka would have been worried if there indeed were any viable candidates. His heart could not bear to imagine his sister rutting with someone else. Anyone, for that matter. So, he sneers.

“Tough luck finding someone like that. Heh, you’ll only find Ottar Penguins out there!”

Katara quietly looks down at her brother condescendingly.

“Only Ottar Penguins, you say?” She leans down with a smirk, “Sokka, look there.”

She points sideways, making Sokka look in that direction with a frown, “What’s there?”

The moment he turns his head, he feels a pair of soft and cold lips press against his cheek. His body freezes in shock, and he keeps looking in the pointed direction quietly until he feels Katara straighten her back again. He finally looks at her with annoyance. “I told you to stop doing this.”

“And I told you to stop hiding behind responsibility and resist if it is that much of a problem,” Katara muses. “But I never see you trying. Did you enjoy it?”

“No.”

Sokka states firmly while trying to hold himself back. Oh, he wasn’t talking about holding back that way. It’s just that the sight of her smug smirk makes him want to throw her in the stream and then fish her out.

But his answer clearly does not tickle Katara’s fancy as she leans down again, but Sokka’s hand greets her face.

“Stop it already!”

“Why?” Katara snaps, too. “Why would you just leave me out if you wanted to sleep around?!”

“Because it’s not just sleeping around— hey! Get off!”

“Why does Mom continue to make excuses for you!” Katara vents as she presses Sokka down and finds no real resistance. Instead of trying to kiss him, she holds him down and questions harshly, “Why is it that only you get to live the way you always wanted, but I am left doing nothing! Do you have any idea how hard is it to see you enter their igloos? You even slept with mom!” She emphasizes again, “Our Mom!”

“Because I saw her—”

“Oh, you saw me, too! Didn’t you?” Katara hisses, “But you turn a blind eye to me. Why? Am I not important?!”

“Alright, this is nonsense!” Sokka shoves Katara aside as their boat rocks harshly due to her stumble, causing her to stumble on her butt while Sokka maintains his balance, “Are you crazy?!” He glares. “What’s gotten into you?”

“I don’t know!” Katara snaps back!

“How can you not know? What’s all this about then?”

“I—” Katara looks sideways with a huff, “I don’t know… alright? I just keep having all these thoughts. I keep on feeling angry. I’m just so tired of being alone and seeing you with others. Always ignoring me…”

She looks back up, “We were inseparable back then. You know what I mean. I…”

Her shoulders slump, and she admits something she realized a few days ago. An ugly realization.

“I just feel lonely.”

Sokka grows silent as his anger begins to melt away bit by bit. He sits back with an annoyed huff. “Should have started from there instead of acting all crazy.”

“Shut up. It’s hard to speak about these things!”

“And acting crazy is easier?”

“Laughably so!”

“You’re fucking weird!”

“Who is the one sleeping with all the women in the village?”

“It’s—”

“Don’t you fucking call it being responsible. Mom told me the wives were just fine with each other until you shoved your dick in— literally!”

Sokka grows silent again and lowers his head. But his belief does not quake.

“I just wanted to help them, alright? I truly just wanted to help. I enjoyed helping them. I enjoyed their smiles. I enjoyed their satisfaction. That was only it in the beginning.”

Katara thins her lips and whispers, “Me? What about me, then? Am I to just watch you with others all the time? Am I to wait for this war to get over? A war that has lasted for more than 100 years and who knows how much longer it sustains.

Sokka continues to look down.

Limits, Joy, a Sense of Responsibility, Affection, and Frustration mixes in his veins and delivers a helpless feeling throughout him. A part of him empathizes with Katara greatly. But another part does not want to tear away that last bit of their bonds as a sibling. She is the only one Sokka could look at without an ounce of sexual desire, but it is slipping away. He is slipping. And when it comes to Katara… it feels oddly scary because she knows him in and out. She knows what makes him vulnerable. She knows what gets him motivated. She has power over him, and he only feels comfortable about such strength held by a sibling, not a lover.

Sokka hears the odd sound of clothes ruffling. With his heart almost skipping a beat, he looks up. Shock filters his gaze as he finds Katara with the top of her overcoat unbuttoned.

Revealing that she has worn nothing underneath, Katara lets her chest out in the open. Luscious brown nipples cap her full and perky breasts as her shoulder shiver. Her cheeks and the flesh above her breasts flush dark with a rush of blood.

She stares at Sokka with a quiet, determined look. “I don’t want to live like that.”

Letting out a heated breath that cools into a puff of visible cloud, she whispers, “You can look away. If I feel really that wrong to you, I will stop. I love you, Sokka, and I don’t want to make your life hell for my selfishness. But if you are just avoiding me because you think it would be irresponsible then—”

Sokka reaches out for Katara’s hands. Grabbing her wrists, he jerks them shut alongside the opening of her coat. This makes Katara chew her lip with a defeated expression. Her round, watery eyes almost tear up, but she would accept this decision. She opened up and got rejected. A knot twists in her stomach, but she can only accept it.

She hears him grunt, “You have to ruin fishing trips, too, right?” His hands have yet to let go of her wrists, and she observes his reluctance. He can let go any moment now, but he doesn’t. He continues to hold her wrist. She knows him well. She always did. They used to be inseparable, and now the two find themselves unwilling to pull back again for a different reason.

“Like that kiss, we can pretend that this never happened,” Katara finds herself goading him again. His warm breath hits her lips, and her warmth moistens his lips, too.

But his grip around her wrists tightens.

“I won’t just be a responsibility with you,” He utters softly. He could go hard on others. He could adopt a tough approach with anyone else, but Katara is the one who he has spent most of the time playing with. She is one person who he cannot easily push down. He wants to. His body, his senses honed by hunting beast after beast in this fatal environment, wants to grab a hold of her. It wants to act the same way he did with Kya. He wants to rip away that shadow of loneliness and warm her in ways that she can only dream of.

“Is it really that hard to let go?” Katara whispers, and he nods. He cannot listen to his body now. A gentler part of him that he wasn’t sure even existed continues to stop him from pushing her down now.

“Then don’t,” Katara musters and leans forward. But she doesn’t push him. Instead, her lips merely brush against his and stay close to his. Her eyes are closed. And her hands press into his chest alongside her breasts.

“Just don’t let go of me. I hate being alone.”

Sokka holds his breath. Conflict brings havoc to his mind and soul.

Do it!

Don’t!

You want to— For yourself.

No, she is Katara! I…

You feel weak.

Who wouldn’t?

Let go, then.

Can’t.

Can’t or won’t, you Polar Bitch? Are you not responsible for her, too?

That’s not it!

Then…

Sokka gulps. His grip around her wrists tightens even more, but instead of feeling pain, Katara feels comforted. He eventually let go. But his hands stay on hers. He let her hand part slightly to press her naked breasts against him. Katara’s breathing only relaxes when his hands slide over her back and hug her quietly. His lips overlap her in a ginger kiss, and he soon pulls back.

A quiet grunt wakes her up. Although Sokka still feels… vulnerable, his voice shows none of it. Instead, he recovers his snarl and warns, “It’s the last time you act like this when we hunt. Try that again, and you can cry all you want. I won’t bring you out on hunts.”

And revealing the challenge she poses, Katara smirks while buttoning her coat as he glances down, “That’s fine with me. I will just follow you regardless.”

He snorts, “We’ll see.”

*Creak*

It’s at this moment that their boat gets snatched by a sudden wave of harsh currents that drags their boat away and causes Katara to fall on Sokka. But both of them have no mind to enjoy the sensation of each other’s body as Sokka pales, “It’s a fucking iceberg!”

Katara quickly looks back and finds a giant iceberg blocking the stream. For some reason, this iceberg is not dividing the stream, but it is set on top of it as if it is lighter than other blocks of ice.

“Hold me!” Katara sits up on Sokka and turns around.

“What?”

“Hold my waist! I need balance to try anything!” Katara hisses as Sokka roughly grabs her waist and presses her on his hips. Gritting her teeth, Katara extends her hand ahead and focuses on the iceberg ahead.

‘Come on! You can do it!’ She grits.

She can feel the iceberg interacting with her as other shards of ice would, but the moment she tries to instill the first crack into the ice in hopes of splitting it by some miracle, a harsh glow of light tears out from the crack alongside an intense burst of wind that slows down their boat. Meanwhile, the tiny crack starts growing on the ice to release a pillar of light that tears through the sky.

“Woah! Damn, Katara! What are you doing? I can’t see anything!”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“And that is WHY you don’t fool around in the wild!”

“Now is not the time, Sokka!”

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Alternate Title: Legend Awakens; Mister Responsible; Kya’s Full of two things— Excuses and Cum; The Ass Sister; Sokka is Right… Again!

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A/N: While I do intend to make most of the chapters about other characters filled with smut, I wanted to take a bit of time with Katara and Sokka due to his initial resistance and did not want to just brush past it.