pervert! ,, panty stealers
sokka is less subtle about it, because frankly, he doesn’t care if you bust him or not. if anything, the possibility only excites him more.
sokka has always been a pervert, you and everyone else has known that for a fact. a respectful pervert, if you will. sometimes his mind would wander, even before you two started dating; what do you look like under those tight layers of clothing? have you ever touched yourself down there? what would you taste like? smell like?
was he ashamed? a little, but then he figured that it’s normal to be a little perverted! sokka is a respectful pervert in a way he’d keep those thoughts to himself. with the best of his abilities, at least. you can’t blame the bulge that is forming in his pants whenever he’s just staring off to the distance….. at you. then he’d just run off somewhere to quickly take care of it. if anything, he’s more embarrassed of how easily hard he gets as soon as his mind begins to wander.
and when you finally start dating? safe to say that sokka is the happiest man alive— not only is he dating the most gorgeous, most thoughtful, most baddest woman on earth, he can also finally act on his unholy thoughts! of course, within your pace. he might be a giant pervert, but he is also a gentleman… or tries to be.
you might not want to start sex this early onto the relationship, and sokka totally respects that, of course. but we all know how impatient he can get too… you can’t blame him for moaning your name in the bedroom or bathroom when he’s rubbing one out. and those gasps and groans? they’re all on purpose. he wants you to know that you’re constantly on his mind, that you’re the first thing that drifts to his mind when he’s feeling like a horn dog.
the cherry on top, however, is when you start to notice your panties going missing. at first, you thought they got lost during a wash, or that they flew away upon hanging them to air dry outside. that’s until you realize they were going missing even before washing them. there was only one obvious reason— and the thought made your abdomen tingle.
as established earlier, sokka couldn’t care less if he were to be caught. he’ll just sneak into your room or tent, scramble through your confinements until he found the sacred clothing article and tuck them into his pocket before going on about his day. he’ll give them back, of course… not until he has his way with it first.
sokka examines them, pulling them inside out, eyes wide as they focus on the slightly damp gusset, with a few bleached spots from what he could only assume would be caused by your womanly fluids. and the smell, fuck, the smell, it’s so uniquely you— a smell that only he can experience. it was like a drug as he brought your panties closer to his face, inhaling your pheromones.
sokka’s cock was begging to be freed from his pants as he was practically rubbing his face into your panties. he’s aware of how absolutely rabid he must look right now, but fuck! you smell so good— too good! and you’re all his… it’s all his. “shit—“ he almost came in his pants.
sokka, with a very shaky hand, he unbuckles his belt and frantically pushes his pants and boxers down, before wrapping his calloused hand around his throbbing cock and stroking himself. his other hand kept your panties pressed up against his nose taking long sniffs. he moans to himself, even thrusting into his own hand, imagining it was your cunt he’s fucking, and it almost worked.
then he pauses, hand leaving his cock to awkwardly bob in the air as he brought his other hand, that was still holding your panties, down to wrap the clothing around his shaft, now using it as a makeshift fleshlight, and he could only gasp in pure pleasure. his eyes closed, drool running down his chin as he fucks your lacy panties. “that’s it, baby. so good for me— ah, fuck, you’re so good, baby!”
then sokka completely ruins them, of course. by the end of his little session, your favorite panties are covered in his thick pearly cum, and all he can do is sit there with a satisfied grin as he catches his breath. eventually, realization would dawn upon him, and he’d immediately scramble to wash the evidence off as best he could… though once you find those panties, they were already stained…
you’re not mad at your boyfriend for stealing your panties though— you’re mad he ruined you favorite pair! he promises he’ll buy you new ones, but you have a different compromise in mind…
it started as an accident.
aang had offered to do your laundry. you’ve been spoiling him so much recently, and he feels bad for not being good at reciprocating as much as he wishes to. so he has to repay the favor! what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t?
there were no malicious intent behind it either the monks had taught him to eliminate any sinful thoughts that would cross his mind in order to keeps his mind as pure and peaceful as possible. that way, he’d be more balanced and focused on his everyday tasks and thoughts. of course, that would change as soon as he met you.
aang is no stranger to sex. he knows of it, been taught of it, and have had a few awkward encounters of other people indulging in the act. the thing is, he can go through a relationship without sex if his partner wanted to. of course, he’s only human, and he’d still be horny, but he never had a problem just taking care of it himself by either masturbation or a cold shower. he knows it’s a normal function in the body that everyone has, why be ashamed?
aang is would prove himself wrong, because of course he does. he knew sex and a little bit of perversion comes with the territory of dating you, or dating in general. the only difference between arousal within a relationship and outside one was the morality, and spirits could he feel it. even before dating you, he couldn’t ignore the thoughts that would intrude his mind whenever his cock would start to swell. that was his first instance of shame. however, that shame would dissolve once you assured him that it was fine, and that you would rather have him think about you than anyone else, once you’ve both established your relationship.
you and aang’s sex life was good …and then he decided to do your laundry. that only brought another wave of renewed humility to your poor boyfriend.
picking up the clothes you had piled up on the floor for aang to wash, he grabs one of the white laced-panties and inspects it… he was supposed to just toss it to the basket with the other clothes, treating it completely indifferent from the rest. but aang spent more time just staring at the intimate piece of clothing more than he intended to; the pretty patterns covering it, the laces that decorated the edges, the cute little bow at the top center …the stains that proved your most recent use. his face burned bright red as he caught himself, before finally discarding it to the basket and grounding himself.
aang has seen you in your undergarments several times, but something about you not being present as he’s holding your said garment and obviously getting turned on felt as though he was pushing important boundaries, it was going right against his morals. frankly, he did not know how to cope with that, except for just keeping it to himself for now… he didn’t do anything inherently wrong anyways!
aang decides to offer doing the laundry for you again, for research purposes. he’s aware of the concept of perverts and creeps, but he never considered himself to be one of them. in fact, he’d give anyone who made you uncomfortable a piece of his mind. but maybe dirty thoughts like this was normal, or maybe you had done something with your clothes to manipulate him, or maybe he really is a just pervert…
upon picking up one of your discarded panties again, aang notices the newfound wetness on the gusset, caused by a familiar slimy clear fluid, and a smell that was most definitely you. it was cum, your cum, which meant you had either touched yourself recently, or it might be the discharge of you and aang’s earlier intercourse. whatever it was, it didn’t stop him from bringing it to his face, hovering the gusset over his lips, then lolling his tongue out and giving it a lick.
needless to say, a lick turned into a full blown makeout session with your fucking panties. his cock was in his hand, pumping up and down his tatted shaft, his moans muffled by the piece of clothing that was now not only covered in cum, but also saliva. could you blame him, though? in retrospect, this really is just indirect cunnlingus if i do say so myself…
and as hard as he tried to keep this a secret, those moans were as loud as appa’s growls, and it was not long until you headed to your room to see what the hell aang was up to— and your guesses were right. “wow, aang, i would never expect this from you,” you smirk with your arms crossed over your chest as you lean against the doorframe, drinking in the sight of your usually tranquil boyfriend having your panties practically worn as a mask while he’s jerking off, next to the empty laundry basket next to him.
aang was mortified, to say the least, tucking his still very much erect cock in his pants and apologizing on his knees, begging for your forgiveness after his shameful behavior. instead of letting it go, however, you lift his chin up with your finger, tracing the drool on the corner of his mouth, before removing your own garments and giving him another taste straight from the source. can’t say if that made him feel better or worse though…
