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spell my name with her tongue .α toph x f!reader
content: 18+ nsfw, fluff & smut, book author!reader, switch!reader if you squint, making out, cunnilingus (reader receiving).
summary: youβre quite surprised at your girlfriendβs sudden interest in writing knowing sheβs never held a pen before. you decide to help her.. but she clearly has something else in mind.
drabble based on this req; slumber party by ashnikko !
it was a completely innocent question, and you could have never predicted where itβd land you minutes later.
βcan you teach me how to write?β
spilled ink and half-filled papers littered your work desk, while some lay crumpled and balled up by your feet. you tapped the end of your pen against the hard wood incessantly, your other hand clutching the side of your head, glaring at the few lines you just wrote. youβd been brainstorming ideas for your next book for the past two hours now, but none of them hit the spot just yet.
you sighed, leaning back on your chair as you rubbed and smoothed down your furrowed eyebrows.
two familiar beefy arms gently wrapped around your neck from behind, your girlfriendβs chin resting on the top of your head.
βah, toph. itβs you.β you smiled, caressing her forearms and pressing a gentle kiss on them.
βwriterβs block again, or whatever you call it?β she asked, feeling up the wads of paper on the floor with her toes.
you nodded, exasperated. βitβs terrible.. whenever i think βwow, yes! this idea is definitely it!β i end up finding trouble inserting it into a decent plotline with good development.. i canβt even come up with a good starting paragraph!β
toph hummed, nuzzling your hair, βi have no idea what you just said, but that sounds cool.β
you chuckled, rolling your eyes fondly, βitβs anything but cool, tophie.β
βsay,β her arms slightly flex around the delicate skin of your neck, βcan you teach me how to write?β
that piques your attention. you glance up at her, curious, βyou want to learn how to write?β
βif itβs not too much trouble.β she quickly adds, and you almost melt at the sweetness. you pat her forearms, βslide a chair closer.β
she lets go of you to do just that, reaching for the extra chair you always keep in the corner of your room, dragging it to the desk.
she sits by your side, and you allow yourself to stare for a minute. she was only in a tight tank top and shorts, her glorious muscles in full display for your feasting eyes. her dark hair was loosely brushed back in a low pony, porcelain skin marred with a few bruises from her last sparring match.
what a catch. you high-five yourself in your mind.
she scoots closer, and you set your daydreaming aside to grab an empty paper.
βmhm..β you scratch your head with your pen, thinking. βwell, iβm not sure where to start. maybe the basics? we could start with the alphabet?β
she scoffs, βthatβs boring. i wanna write proper words.β
βwell, you need the alphabet to do that, toph.β
βmake me write words!!β
you were already regretting agreeing to this. she was worse than a toddler.
you sigh, βhow about we first write all the letters, then we can make words withββ
βno,β she reaches for your hand, taking the pen for herself. βhmm.. show me how to write my name.β
you glare at her, but you know better than to argue with your stubborn excuse of a girlfriend.
βfine then.β you sigh in defeat, holding her hand tightly along with the pen in her grip. βfollow my lead.β
she nods, and you start with your instructions.
βfirst,β you move her hand with yours, βwe dip the pen in ink, like this. then we tap it against the edge to remove the excess ink, so we donβt get blots on our paper. a very important rule is that itβs never dry. remember, dry equals bad. the tip must always be wet.β
she snickers, βlike you.β
you give her a deadpan look, βwhy are you like this?β
βokay okay, yes.β she sits up straight, dipping it in the ink bowl and tapping it, then bringing it to hover over the sheet. βlike this?β
βgood girl. now, carefully feel my strokes,β you shift her hand with yours, drawing out the letters as she commits them to memory. βt-o-p-h.β
βso thatβs my name,β she hums, bringing the pen to dip it again, βlet me try it alone this time.β
you nod, and you watch her almost accurately write the same letters again.
βwow, impressive.β you kiss her cheek, looking down at what she wrote. βthe letters are on point. your only problem is.. your spacing.β
βmhm? what about it?β she asks, gazing down at you.
βwell..β you stare at the sheet of paper. βtheyβre kind of.. all on top of each other. but thatβs fine, we can work on that.β
she shrugs, βitβs fine. i donβt mind them being on top of each other.β
your brow raises in confusion, but before you can question your weird girlfriend, she interrupts you with another request. βnow, teach me how to write your name.β
you blink, spotting the eager glint in her eyes, then you chuckle. βmy name? sure. are you really sure you donβt want to learn the alphabet first?β
βduh,β she rolls her eyes like you just asked the dumbest question in the world. βnow show me.β
and once again, your lithe fingers find hers, teaching her the gentle strokes of your name.
when you let her do it alone on her second attempt, she repeats the same mistake of stacking all the letters on top of each other.
βmhhβ tophh..β you mewl against her lips, your floor a mess of paper and ink when your girlfriend suddenly sweeped it all off your desk, deciding to do you instead of her homework.
her thumbs press and rub on your peaked nipples, swallowing all your moans with saliva-wet kisses, the sheer force of them keeping your head pinned against the wall behind you.
her hands squeeze your tits, sliding up and down the curve of your waist, grabbing at whatever flesh she could.
she licked the saliva that dribbled off your lips, tonguing it back into your mouth as her hand finally slid down to cup your clothed pussy.
you kiss her harder, desperately sucking on her tongue while her fingers graze your soaked folds through your panties. you buck your hips against her hand, and you whine when she leaves your swollen lips with a wet pop.
βshh..β she presses a hot kiss to your neck, βiβll take care of you.β
one thing you loved about toph is that she never kept you waiting.
it took less than ten seconds for your legs to be spread wide open and hiked up on her shoulders, her hands finding the fat of your backside to pull you closer, bringing your aching cunt to her needy mouth.
she catches the panties between her teeth, tugging them to the side, her fingers refusing to leave the nice swell of your ass.
your eyes cross and roll to the back of your head when her tongue finally finds your leaking pussy, licking a big languid stripe right across the center.
you uselessly thrash in her grasp, tears already welling up in your eyes, the desk clattering with your movement while her unrelenting grip tightens around your thighs. the pace of her feverished eating increases and so does the pitch of your screams.
βtophβ oh! oh my god!β you moan, glassy-eyed, her tongue swirling in oddly familiar patterns you couldnβt quite place.
βrule one,β she grins against your swollen pussy lips, βdry equals bad, must always be wet. done.β
before you can even register her words in your pleasure-addled haze, fast strong strokes are licked across your folds and your back almost breaks from the unnatural arch it snaps into.
βoh my fuck! toph!!β you cry out, writhing uncontrollably as you finally make out the pattern she was following.
fucking hellβ she was spelling your name out with her tongue!
βmhhm,β a low chuckle rumbles through her throat, the vibrations only making your thighs spasm harder around her head. βsee? i told you i didnβt need any spacing.β
her tongue laps at your puffy clit in harsh flicks, and your vision flashes white.
βt-o,β she continues sucking and licking through your orgasm, using the fresh gush of your slick to coat your folds even better, βp-h. toph. thatβs who this pussy belongs to.β
her effortless eroticism is almost enough to have you cum again immediately.
weak whimpers slip out of your lips, your hand finding her head to push it off your overly sensitive cunt. she grins, pressing one last deceptively sweet kiss to your swollen bud before mercifully pulling away.
she lifts herself up to capture your quivering lips into a slower kiss you easily accept, tasting yourself on her tongue.
βdid i do good?β she asks, and the knowing smirk on her face is answer enough to her own question.
you wipe the remaining tears off your face, wrapping your arms around her. β.. youβre so filthy.β
18+ ; brat tamer!aang, reupload from my old blog @/gaangsign
βAang, please?β Your eyes widen, feigning a doe-eyed innocent look that you know usually works.
His jaw clenches and he exhales a breath, broken wisps of steam mingling in the space between you. βNo.β
Despite his answer, you rock your hips again, trying in vain to hump his clothed thigh, the fabric of his trousers catching against your puffy clit with each drag. You donβt even register that his hand moved until you feel the sting of the slap on your ass.
The hand not trapping your wrists behind your back slides up to your waist, halting your movements. βI said, stop.β He moves it again, and youβre ready to start screaming from frustration.
You lean forward as much as heβll allow, resting your chin on his chest as you look up at him. βThen touch me.β
His brow raises. βDo you think you deserve that after the way you acted today?β
Your cheeks puff out and you look away, refusing to answer, knowing youβll just dig the hole deeper.
His knee bounces and you jolt, eyes snapping to his, and the glare he gives you has you dripping all over him despite the situation youβre in. βI asked you a question, my love.β
βYeah, I deserve it.β
He hums, βAnd I should touch you because youβre worked up; and just forget about you acting like a spoiled brat?β
You shift, sneakily trying to rub your hard nipples against his clothed chest. He pretends he doesnβt notice; just this once. βYe-β
βChoose your answer carefully.β He cuts you off and your eyes narrow.
βYes, Aang,β you snap, and he goes still. βI havenβt seen my husband in almost a month and when Iβm trying to get his attention, he brushes me off.β
βI didnβt brush you off, I was just very busy, I told you that.β The hand binding your wrist tightens just so. βBut youβre so impatient that you couldnβt wait .β
βI already waited a month and didnβt feel like waiting any longer, whatβs not clicking?β The minute the quip leaves your mouth, you want to take it back, want to apologize but youβre already too worked up and too irritated to stop now. But, you still tense in preparation for your punishment.
βIβm sorry I didnβt pay you enough attention then.β His tone is as as sweet as a fresh fruit pie, and it has you pulling back to look at him in disbelief, not expecting him to give in so quickly. You lean into his touch when he cups your cheek, sucking his thumb in your mouth when it strokes your bottom lip. Your eyes light up when his index and middle finger follow. Heβs quiet as he watches you suck on them greedily, coating them in saliva till theyβre slick enough to slip between your folds easily. You sigh in relief when they pop past the tight ring of muscle and sink deep. Your back arches, knees spreading wider as he pumps his fingers in and out of your weeping cunt with maddening slowness.
βM-more.β You lean forward, trying to catch his lips in a kiss, and you feel as if your chest might cave in when he denies you.
βRude brats donβt get kisses.β His tone isnβt mean or angry, just matter-of-fact.
βAang, donβt.β You plead and his head tilts, eyes burning like molten steel.
βDonβt what? Youβre getting what you wanted, right?β His fingers curl inside you, and you shiver, whether from the fact that youβre completely naked on top of his fully clothed self or from his disappointed look.
βN-no, Iβm sorry.β You apologize even as you start riding his fingers, hoping it will urge him on; it doesnβt. If anything, he goes slower, relishing in your frustrated curse
βFor what, sweet girl?β
βNot waiting for you.β You try to lean in for another kiss, this time only catching the corner of his mouth.
βDo you really mean it?β
You nod frantically, and he gives you a closed-mouth smile, but his eyes donβt soften.
βAre you going to the next time I tell you to?β
βYes Aang, I will.β You rush out, eyes wild as you try to push closer to him.
βThen youβre gonna wait until I say you can cum.β
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Can you please consider writing police chief toph as a sugar mommy π₯Ή? like she buys reader whatever she wants. lil bit of an age gap? To give toph that mature mommy vibe YKYK and reader LOVES toph's kids and toph loves that abt her π€€ can be nsfw or sfw whatever you're comfy with tbh! Also I really love how you pace your stories, it makes my day whenever i wake up to a new fic ππππ
policechief!toph x f!reader
content: sfw, age gap, sugarmommy!toph, teasing, intimacy.
summary: youβre married to police chief toph. thatβs the story
chief beifong was, once again, cooped up in her office late at night, papers and documents scattered all over her desk. one hand was clutching her head, as she listened to the latest reports being read to her for agonizingly long. she could literally fall asleep right now.
a soft knock brings her back to attention.
βcome in,β she exhales tiredly, rubbing her temples.
you walk in, closing the door behind you, holding a basket. you politely nod to her assistant, before making your way to her. βitβs me.β
βoh, sweetheart.β her expression relaxes, as she leans back against her chair, patting her lap. you blush, hesitating. you werenβt alone for fuckβs sake!
βah,β she chuckles, getting the memo from your halted footsteps, and lifts her hand to her helper. βthank you, youβre dismissed.β
they nod, awkwardly closing the half read scroll, βgood night, chief.β they turn to bow to you as well, βgood night, mrs. beifong.β
gods, you could never get enough of hearing that.
when the door shuts, you set the warm basket of food on her desk, and climb into her lap, her arms snaking around your waist.
βmhm,β she presses a kiss to your cheek, a teasing smirk tugging at her lips, βso, whatβs mrs. beifong doing here so late at night?β
you melt under her raspy, sleepy voice. she was so sexy without even trying.
you cling to her, nuzzling into her chest. βi brought you something to eat. and, i missed you.β
βaw, such a sweet thing,β she coos, firm, calloused hands tracing up your back. βjust couldnβt wait until morning, hm?β
you peer up at her, pouting. βi didnβt want you to be hungry all night..β
βwhat would i do without you, pretty girl?β she chuckles, shifting you to make you straddle her, grabbing your hips. βare the kids asleep?β
you nod, smiling fondly, βthey didnβt cause me any trouble tonight. i think theyβre warming up to me.β
she pulls you into a slow, gentle kiss. βof course they are. youβre the perfect wife in every way. iβm sure theyβll be calling you mom in no time.β
you flush at the thought. it seemed like a stretch, especially with how young you were, being only in your twenties when the eldest, lin, was already eleven.
but they did like you, so you entertained the idea, contently gazing at your wedding ring.
you had just married toph a few months ago, having dated for a year prior. of course, you were hardly met with approval from either of your families, and lots of rumors were circulating around everywhere.
after all, you were involved with the face of the republicβs justice. so, nasty remarks were to be expected.
βi heard the chief is fucking some twenty year old bimbo in the cityβ, βyikes, canβt she tell sheβs being trapped into becoming her nanny?β, sleazy comments about how you were a gold-digger, or a useless pretty trophy wife, or even some naive girl toph tricked into raising her kids..
it was definitely hard to navigate at first, but things were much easier now thanks to one incident.
it was some months ago. you were strolling around the small shops, looped around tophβs bicep like a doll, as she bought you whatever you set your eyes on. you lit up when you spotted a beautiful, heavy pearl necklace on a boutiqueβs display window. you flinched at the price, looking away. sheβd sensed your hesitation from how your grip on her arm shifted, so she stopped in her tracks.
βmhm? what caught your eye, princess?β she patted your head with her free hand, βguide me.β
you stammer, shaking your head, βn-no way! i couldnβt accept that from you, toph! seriously, itβs way tooββ
βah ah,β she interrupted you with a firmer pat, βsweetheart, i love you, but i donβt remember asking. i said, guide me. donβt disobey your chief now.β
and much to your dismay, she did end up buying it.
however, while you shyly waited by her side as she fished for her card, the cashier shot you a dirty look, and scoffed.
thatβs it.
that noise was all it took for the man to become a spectacle to anyone passing by. you tried to intervene, panicking, but she only stopped when satisfied: after beating him to a pulp.
she stood up, dusting her hands, and glared up around her, aware of the many people watching, βdoes anybody else have an opinion on my wife? go on, little bitches. say it to my face, if you dare.β the crowd scattered, people quietly murmuring in fear.
you squeezed your thighs at the sight, pussy throbbing. you rode her to tears that night.
βearth to mrs beifong,β toph croons, amused at how distracted you were, her fingers toying with the hem of your skirt.
you blush, embarrassed, shaking your thoughts off, βsorry! iβm just.. really happy that the kids are taking a liking to me.β
she hums, feeling up your thighs, βyouβre so cute, sweetheart. so, what did my darling make me for dinner tonight?β
oh, right. you reach for the basket on the desk, setting her between you, as you straddled her more comfortably, βyour favourite bento.β
she groans, opening it and taking in the delicious smell wafting off it, βdid you know youβre the best woman to have ever walked this planet?β
you chuckle, delighted with the praise, drinking in the eagerness on her face. you wait for her to take a bite, but she just looks up at you instead.
βyou know,β she lazily grins, pulling you a bit closer by the hips, βiβd like it much better if my sweet little wife fed me herself.β
you smile, used to her affectionate teasing, and grab the chopsticks. βsay ahh.β
βahhh,β she opens wide, as you gently shove the morsels into her mouth, earning pleased moans of approval from her. βso fucking good. you never disappoint, baby.β
you continue feeding her, now reaching for the last bit. she grabs your wrist before you do, humming playfully, βi think i want to eat this one straight from your hand instead.β
you sigh, heat rising up to your ears, βtease.β you pick it up and bring it to her lips. she smirks, taking your whole fingers into her mouth along with the food.
you gasp softly, βtoph!β you feel her laughter rumble through your fingers, as she sensually coats your digits, making sure they were all evenly soaked before finally pulling away. her lips were still connected to them by strings of her saliva.
you swallow, flustered.
her hands squeeze your thighs tighter, before tugging you into a wet, sloppy kiss.
βiβm sorry for dropping all the housework on you, love,β she apologetically presses a soft peck to your cheek, βiβve just been so busy lately..β
you shake your head, wrapping your arms around her neck, βitβs not your fault, babe. your work is much harder, i just try to help you in any way i can.β
βyouβre the sweetest angel in the whole republic,β another brief wet kiss. she smiles, caressing your legs. βhow about i make time for us tomorrow? a full day of shopping and eating, unlimited budget for my darling. what do you say?β
you chuckle, brimming with joy, clinging to her even tighter. you were like a dog hearing all its favourite words.
she squeezes you even more snugly against her, and kisses the top of your head. βi love you, sweetheart.β
βAre you sure about this?β Thereβs a nervous look on Aangβs face as he stands over you. Yet, despite the nervousness and the hesitance thatβs paired with it, his interest is evident by the fat glob of pre-cum that falls on the tip of your nose and trails a slow streak to your forehead before disappearing past your hairline.
βYes, now stop asking.β You urge him forward by his strong thighs, your mouth falling open to take his flushed, leaking cock between your parted lips.
He groans, the sound deep and guttural as his hand instinctively reaches down to cradle the back of your neck. βYou okay?β
Inch by inch you swallow his aching length, your tongue caressing the rigid velvet on the way down. Aang shudders when you gag, but doesnβt pull out. He knows you can take it, you were being so persistent earlier after all.
He hears nothing, but a satisfied hum as an answer, following your nose being buried between his heavy balls while his dickβs tip taps insistently at the back of your throat.
βC-can I move?β He asks, arousal thinning his tone, and he starts with shallow thrusts, wanting to test the limits from this new angle. Itβs an angle he can see even more from, like the outline of his cock in your throat, down to the twin peaks atop the valley of your breasts, and the expanse of your torso that leads to the rushing river between your legs.
His free hand comes up to join the other at your neck, both finding leverage at the columns as he rocks forward. The wet squelch of you closing around him almost does him in, the warm cavern of your mouth sucking him down, the walls tightening like a constrictor trapping prey.
βHoly-β He pants, forcing himself out of your slick mouth and quickly gripping the base of his throbbing shaft. Strings of saliva and precum stick to his cockhead, trying in vain to keep him tethered to your swollen lips. He can feel his stomach tighten, like he could blow his load any second, but if you ask, heβll say he just wanted you to breathe for a bit.
Youβre panting harshly, head getting fuzzy from all the blood pooling at the crown. A calloused thumb traces your puffy lips, splitting the seam to rest on an eager tongue before itβs snagged between two rows of teeth and nipped gently. Two pairs of eyes soften in tandem as you gaze at one another. Your face warms, and his cheeks flush the longer you look at each other. The intimacy of the moment makes you giddy enough for your tummy to swoop.
βYouβre trying to kill me.β He leans down to kiss you, slow and filthy, chasing his own taste before straightening up, ready to feed his cock back inside your waiting mouth.
Your chuckle is raspy, a little wrecked, and even though he throbs a little, his heart also feels like it could jump out of his chest at the sound. Oh, itβs a sight to see this big man blush even as heβs slapping his cock on your pursed lips, then fitting it into the curl of your tongue as it eases into a smooth descent to the back of your throat. There you go gagging again, and making such a mess of him as you on him a little. He startles, about to pull away to let you breathe, to cough it out-something-but you donβt let him take a step, hands finding his thighs and nails digging into the skin to keep him rooted, as if the heated and determined glint in your eyes isnβt already doing enough to pin him in place.
Only you could still manage to look threatening upside down with his dick stuffed halfway down to your stomach.
So, he keeps going, fucking in and out of your throat the way youβve been asking for it. Seeing how the shape of him bulges in your throat has him folding over you, desperate to reward you. The size of him shadows you like a canopy as his dexterous fingers find your twitching clit, it peeks from the hood as the digits slide down to spread your sticky folds, then further to circle the entrance of your dripping cunt.
Aang doesnβt even realize that heβs just shoving his cock even further until your throat closes, trying to force him out to keep you from actually choking on him. His balls tighten up from where theyβre nestling your nose and he barely gets the warning out before heβs spilling his seed into your stomach. You slide down the bed to ease him out, making his ring and middle fingers slip out of your pussy with a lewd pop as you really try to catch your breath this time. The evidence of your arousal coats his wedding band, so he trails the cream-coated fingers all the way up to your face, and your jaw cracks as your tongue sticks out to lick it clean. He coos, thumbs dipping into the divots of your cheeks to ease the stiffness.
βGods, youβre so good.β The kiss on your forehead is long and sweet. The tenderness of it settles between your ribcage like a bird on its perch.
You sit up to turn, and as soon as you do, his hands hook under your ankles, pulling you to the edge of the bed. They go to wrap around his narrow but strong waist, but he grabs your legs and rests them on his shoulders instead. With barely enough time to react, heβs leaning over you again, hands gripping the fat of your thighs and pressing his weight down as he slides home in wet and wanton cunt.
You scream his name and your voice cracks down the middle.
βYeah?β he actually answers, nuzzling his nose with yours, and you whine as the action forces him deeper inside you. He draws his hips back, pulling out til just the tip is snug between your wet slit and his thumb snags on your clit again, pressing down and rubbing in dizzyingly slow circles as the girth of him is back between your spasming walls. Youβre clenching around him already, squeezing the pulsing veins and only tightening like a knot thatβs continuously being pulled taut. βYou feel like a dream, always taking me so well, my sweet wife.β
You gush around him, more of your juices aiding the glide as you near the precipice, eager for him to push you over it and for him to come with you.
He shakes his head as if he can hear your thoughts. βNeed you to cum, you spoiled me already, so good to me.β Your knees are pushed up higher, hips lifting off the bed as he fucks harder into you, strokes striking your sweet spot with a precision that leaves you starry-eyed and drooling.
Youβre nearly there. He can feel it as the shiver runs through you and your body locks up like a city under siege. When you cum, your nails drag down and pierce, splitting the skin of his shoulders and leaving sanguine colored lines in its wake as you cover his cock with your cum and his face with lazy kisses.
Everything around you was slightly blurry, but you were having a hell of a time as you leaned against your boyfriend, giggling at whatever he just said. His eyes were a little hazy too, and you felt wrapped up in your own little world at the counter of this bar.
A few seats down was another set of eyes, far clearer than all his friends, watching you and your boyfriend looking oh-so-lovingly at each other.
He wasn't even envious of either of you; Aang had been watching the both of you for far longer than just tonight. When you and Sokka first got together, Aang was more than happy for you both. The war had just ended and everyone finally felt free enough to indulge in love. What was there to be upset about when you both had always had so much chemistry, your humor matching Sokka's perfectly and his chaos complimenting yours.
Everyone was surprised you weren't married yet, but you both always said it would come eventually.
Aang was admittedly a little relieved over this fact -- if not also feeling a bit guilty about being relieved -- because he still hadn't figured out a way to approach you two. Some part of him was fighting to rationalize any part of what he felt was insanity, fighting to tell himself that his craving for the both of you was morally sound because you weren't married yet. Aang really did feel it was driving him insane, though.
The flush of your cheeks made the finest of velvet look like cheap materials in comparison, and Sokka's laughter made his heart leap in ways he didn't know it could.
For as long as he's pined after the both of you, though, he still hasn't found the courage to say anything. How do you tell your best friend and his girlfriend you really want to see what it feels like to kiss them both, at the same time?
Aang didn't know you had caught him staring hours ago.
You had nudged Sokka discreetly the moment you noticed, and he nodded to let you know he already knew. You leaned up to his ear, whispering quietly, "Should we finally do it? He looks so sad."
Sokka leans over, cupping his hand around your own ear, "You sure, baby? You ready to let him in?"
You both pull back, making eye contact. Sokka's eyes are digging through yours, looking for any traces of hesitance, but he finds none. You give him a small nod and his smile from before returns, but doubled, wrapping his arm around your waist. "Whatever you want, pretty girl. I'm ready for it if you are," he's mumbling into your temple, where he places a gentle kiss.
You waited a littel longer, still focusing on having a good time drinking with friends throughout the night, enjoying the rare, casual visit from Zuko and Toph from the fire nation.
But Sokka caught every glance you sent Aang's way when the Avatar finally focused on what his friends were saying, the way you nibbled your lower lip -- Sokka had been chubbing for a good half hour at this point, impatiently waiting to drag his own tongue down Aang's throat. As the atmosphere died down, you nudged Sokka again. He glances over to you, nodding his head in subtle agreement.
Even through your inebriated states, you had agreed on this before you'd touched a drop of alcohol, and the want had only grown stronger with each following sip. Aang, ever the righteous monk, hadn't had any alcohol, and that worked perfectly for you and Sokka both.
You wanted him to remember the wild ride you had planned for the night.
Zuko and Toph made their way back to their respective hotel in town, and Katara took off by herself to go home and start her nightly routine, "I've back to back meetings with the council tomorrow." It's like the universe agreed that it was time to give the Avatar everything he's always wanted, and it made you giggle to yourself. You and Sokka stand and stretch from your bar stools, as does Aang.
The way he lifts his hands over his head makes the split in his robe scrunch, then loosen significantly when his hands come back down. You and Sokka stare shamelessly at the expanse of chest that exposes itself, internally sighing in disappointment when he adjusts the garment.
"Hey Aang, you in those meetings tomorrow, too? If not, me and Sokka were gonna keep drinking a little at our house and playing board games, if you wanna join us."
Aang swears his heart is beating so loud you can hear it over the crowd of the bar, and he has to remember he has to reign it in.
He can't help it though -- neither of you are even doing anything and his palms are sweating. You're smiling so sweetly as you ask him, and the way your hand is resting on your hip has his eyes moving on their own, tracing it's outline. He's the Avatar for fuck's sake, he doesn't have enough control not to watch the way his best friends arm's flex as they cross?
"Um, no. I mean- no, I'm not in the meetings tomorrow. It's kinda late though.."
"Aww, you know we keep the spare bed for guests buddy! We can have a sleepover like we all used to do." Aang tries not to visibly wince at 'buddy', as he begins to mull it over.
It's just a sleepover. Just like old times, just liked buddies. There's no reason for him to not indulge for the night, so why is he so nervous? Sokka's arm wraps around Aang's broad shoulders, and you take a mental photo of their muscles press together before you wrap yourself around the youngest of you three -- and the tallest, as equally frustrating and attractive that is -- smiling wide and meeting his grey eyes.
"C'mon, you don't have to drink. Jus' wanna hang out with my two favorite guys!"
don't blush don't blush don't blush don't blush--
"Yeah, sure. What are we playing?"
Aang is too focused on not focusing, trying not to tense at being wrapped up by the both of you, to notice the victorious glance between you and Sokka. It doesn't take long for you three to make it to you and Sokka's home, but Aang feels more relaxed by the time he steps up to your front door.
That's his mistake, honestly.
"You boys wait here, I'm gonna go change real quick into pajamas. Baby, you wanna grab the board games?" The real step one has begun, as you slip into you and Sokka's room to change.
By yourself, you don't bother hiding the subtle rub of your thighs as you think of all the ways you're going to ruin one of your best friends -- there's something warm building deep in your core and if you weren't following a game plan, you'd give yourself an orgasm just by thinking about it. You hope you haven't taken too long, between fantasizing about being between Sokka and Aang, and choosing a nightgown to wear.
You can't just walk out in lingerie, you'd scare the poor boy. No, you had to be subtle and a little more tasteful in your tactic. Something that draped over your thighs and a lace neckline that left your cleavage decorated, but paired with a robe that screamed cozy over sexy. Best of both worlds, really.
When you stepped out, Sokka and Aang were in a heated card game already. Your boyfriend had two drinks poured out for you and him, and a cup of tea sat next to the man sitting there, neither noticing you yet. "You totally cheated!"
"Did not! How do you fucking cheat at 'Go Fish' and how would you not have seen it?"
"I don't know Sokka, you invent new stuff all the time, you could definitely-"
"Alright, alright. Tone it down boys."
Aang isn't gonna make it through the night without a boner. You in your pretty nightgown standing in front of him, with Sokka already shirtless, complaining that 'the alcohol made it too hot', he was wondering if he was being punished. Maybe he hadn't saved enough spirits recently, or maybe he'd been to lax on his training and somehow his past lives were cursing him. Whatever it was, was causing an unmistakable twitch in his pants.
"Alright, I'm gonna go get changed now. Wanna come grab something to sleep in?" He hopes the sweat isn't visible down his blue arrow as he nods, getting up and following Sokka into the room.
Aang agrees with a nod of his head, and you watch them both disappear into the room, smirking once they can't see you. Step two was now in motion.
Sokka is pulling out a set of clothes for Aang, as he speaks, "She looks good in it, right?" His friend is caught off guard, blinking in surprise instead of taking the clothes the water tribe man is attempting to and him. "What- I mean, yes? Yeah, the nightgown is nice. Look's good."
He doesn't know how he's honestly supposed to respond to that question -- too scared to say what he really wants to, to say how badly he wants to pull it off with his teeth and watch you blush from it.
"It's brand new, just got it a week ago. She was saving it for a special occasion, never told me what though." Sokka realizes his friend is too stunned to speak at the question, and decides it's his turn to act. His tan skin wraps perfectly around his toned thighs, Aang thinks, as Sokka drops his pants to 'change'.
"Sorry, you don't mind do you? Moved on muscle memory."
Aang's paler skin is tinted red from his chest to his cheeks, "No! Nope, not at all! I'll just go into the bathroom and-"
"Nah, it's chill. You can change here if you wanna." How was Aang supposed the say no? This was his best friend, and it's not like when they met they were too concerned with privacy. Always sleeping the woods met no separate places to change, but that hadn't happened in a long, long time. Now they were both older, and Aang was much more aware of what kind of feelings he held for his best friend.
"Yeah, okay. Thanks."
Sokka is snorting in his mind, watching Aang fluster and fumble. The much more confident one has gotten himself completely naked, pretending to look for his pajamas. The other man can't help but admire his best friend's back... and his ass. Mostly his ass, as Sokka bends over to look through the lower drawers of his dresser.
Aang turns around to change, still, hopefully avoiding Sokka catching the boner he's sporting.
He's dropping his robe before he realises you're stood in the doorway, catching a perfect view.
When did you even get there?!
"Holy shit! You- When-"
"Holy shit yourself, Avatar. Is that from your past life or is it just you who's that gifted, hm?" Your smile is light a teasing, and you seem so calm compared to what he feels internally. He doesn't even register that Sokka had stopped rummaging through the drawers, turning to watch you two. Aang's heart is beating so hard and so loud, eyes wide in embarrassment, and his prior arousal is mixing dangerously with it.
"Baby, you scared him. You said you'd be smoother about it," Sokka tsk's as he walks over to join the view. He's taking in the view of you, taking in the view of Aang, and watching that familiar hunger fill your eyes. It has his own cock twitching in a way tat has him restraining himself from stroking him, but he knows this has to go slow right now in order for it to go right.
Aang is looking between the two of you, struggling to put together why his best friend isn't freaking out about his girlfriend staring at another man's cock. Not that he hasn't dreamed this exact scenario at least a hundred times over -- he's pictured every position you three could get into at least once, imaging what it would be like to see which one of you could take more. Or if Sokka would make him be the one to take him, while you took Aang.
He's trying so hard not to focus on those things, as he can feel he dribble of precum leak from his tip. It's got him even more embarrassed because Aang knows you're both staring and you both have definitely noticed, so he rushes to turn around and grab the pair of pants he was supposed to wear.
You know it's now or never, and reach out to grab his wrist to stop him, "You know, you don't have to cover anything up... If you don't want to." You're eyes are lidded in an expression Aang has never seen, but Sokka has, and his cock twitches again.
"I'm not sure I understand-"
"Oh, but we do," you start, and Sokka picks it up easily, "We've both seen it. Seen the way you can't keep your eyes off of her. But you know, if you want her, you gotta have me to." He knew Aang wanted him too, but Sokka needed to hear it.
What's he supposed to do? What does this mean? You both noticed? Does this mean you both planned this? ...that you both want him, too?
You tone it down just a bit, watching the internal struggle of Aang, "Hey, if this is too much, that's okay." You're touch is gentle against his forearm, and Sokka nods in agreement. "You don't have to want us both. Or want any of this right now. But we want you. She does. I do. If you want it too."
Aang's throat feels dry, but he can't stop the slow nod. You perk up, but push it a step further. Dropping the robe over your nightgown, you grab Sokka's hand and place it against Aang's chest, with your smaller one beside it, "You gotta say it out loud, Aang, or we can't go further."
"Yes- Spirits, yes, please. Both of you." You watch as Sokka leans in for a heated kiss, not wasting any time after hearing the confirmation. Watching it happen in real time is so much better than what you've imagined, and if you weren't dripping before, you certainly were now.
You slip your nightgown off, slipping behind Aang to kiss along the broad expanse of his back, watching the muscles tense under your touch. Your hands reach around gently, grazing his hip bones and feeling him shudder as you trail directly to his happy trail, and downwards.
The first whimper has both you and Sokka groaning at the same time, and your hand gently wraps around the base of Aang's cock, "Spirits, you're so big. Gonna need a lot of prep to fit it in there, you willing to do that baby?" You hear their kiss break with a wet 'pop!', and Aang's response is breathy, "I can prep you so well, however you want."
"So eager to please, hm? Why don't you show us, or is the Avatar too proud to get on his knees?"
Aang drops quickly in front of Sokka, and your boyfriend looks over at you, "You too, pretty girl. Don't think just because we're showing him the ropes doesn't mean I forgot about you. Why don't you show him?" You're moving beside Aang, dropping down quickly and sticking your tongue out. Aang follows your motions, a bit unsure but eager to learn.
Sokka slaps his flushed tip against both of your tongues, and he swears he's never been harder watch Aang taste the saltiness of his precum for the first time. He glides his full length over your tongue, repeating the action to Aang, and any tension begins to slip away. It's as rhythmic as the thrumming between your legs, Sokka switching between you and Aang like it's happened before. It hasn't, but you wouldn't be mad if it kept happening after this time.
The Avatar is enjoying this much more than he thought he would, both watching Sokka's cock slide down your throat with ease and experience, and feeling Sokka begin to stretch a whole new throat, just for his use. There's a clear line dribbling from Aang's cock to the floor, and you take notice, daring to reach other and collect it on your finger. You rub it gently on the pink tip, and Aang moans around Sokka's cock.
"You wanna touch him while he sucks me off, pretty girl? Wanna give him the special treatment?" You already shuffling to lay against the carpeted floor, focusing on giving Aang's cock some much-needed attention.
Aang feels so overwhelmed in the best way possible, taking his best friends cock down his throat with you figuring out how to give enough attention to his own full length. You've managed to wrap your lips around his girth without any help, solidifying for him that there's nothing you can do that isn't sexy.
"Fuck, hah- have you done this before? Feels, mmh! Feels so good, Aang.." Aang swears he could cum right her and right now. Sokka is moaning his name, and the 'schlick-schlick' sound coming from your mouth on his cock, is matching with his noises on Sokka's. All three of you are moaning for each other, each becoming more and more turned on as it settles all at once that this is real, and everyone wants it equally as bad.
It isn't long before it builds and Aang pulls away from Sokka, attempting to pull you up, "Spirits, darling. M'Gonna cum too fast, gotta stop-"
But you don't and Sokka chuckles above him. "Wrong move, dude. That's her favorite." He proven right by your immediate surge forward, taking more of Aang's cock than before -- as much as you can, speeding your hand up along the parts that don't fit. Aang hunches over with a loud moan, knowing he won't last much longer, and you feel it when his whole body tenses. Sokka is stroking himself slowly as he watches his girlfriend swallows his best friends cum, tears in her eyes, and his best friend gripping her hair oh-so-gently to stop her from moving.
When the last drop spills, Aang takes in a deep breath of air, not even realizing he'd stopped breathing for a moment. He's had his dick sucked before, a long time ago when he tried to date his way through the feelings he had for you and Sokka. But nothing came even close to this.
"How was it, baby? Did you have fun?" Sokka asks you, and Aang has the audacity to blush after everything you've all just done. You nod your head and stand, holding a hand out to Aang. He takes it and you guide him over to your boyfriend, where you pull them both down for a sloppy kiss. It's wet, and there's a little teeth, but all three of you are so focused on sharing the taste of Aang's cum that no one notices.
You pull away first, looking at the two of them before locking in on Sokka. You're smirking as you raise a brow, gesturing towards Aang. Aang, who is still dazed in his post-orgasm state and still very, very hard. Sokka meets your smirk with one of his own before he pushes Aang over to the bed an on his back, and you walk over. Slowly, you crawl over Aang and take his heavy length in your hand, and it's still twitching, reaching for you like he never came.
"You ever had anyone ride you before?"
"What about the prep-"
"Don't care, answer my question."
"...no, not yet."
Your smile is devilish, and spirits, Aang thinks he might lose his mind as you rub your slick folds against him. It's your first bit of relief for the night, and you made sure so you could be extra sensitive, just for him.
Sokka is lining up to claim Aang's mouth again, but Aang sits up.
"Wait, wait. Before we go any further, I just... I really like you both. Maybe more than like, but I don't wanna come off to strong. I don't want this to be a one off," his grey eyes are full of worry, and you can see he's genuinely scared. Scared of having his heart shattered. It makes you and Sokka pause, "Aang, we love you too. We've known for a long time how you felt, and we've talked about it for a while. About... having you join us, if that's something you wanted. This was never a one time thing for us. We're letting the cards fall into your hands."
Sokka nods in agreement, moving to just sit next to Aang. He places his hand over Aang's, and something shifts. "You've been my best friend for a long time. That's the only part I don't want to change, I just wanna add my love for you into it. Will you let us prove our love tonight?"
He feels like he could cry. It's all he's ever wanted, and he's struggling to believe it's real. But here you and Sokka are, saying you both love him; not scared, not holding back. Just full of love, and it's all for him to take, and to give back as much as he wants. Slowly, he nods, "Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay with it. I wanna.. prove how much I love you both, too."
You slid back over him, but slower. Sokka kneels again, but with Aang's hand in his this time. As you sink down slowly on Aang's cock, his moan is muffled by Sokka's cock sliding back into his mouth, and he's happy.
You both love him, and he loves you both. His couldn't ask for more.
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