Grand Cross

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. you’d 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 girlfriend’s chin resting on the top of your head.

“ah, toph. it’s you.” you smiled, caressing her forearms and pressing a gentle kiss on them.

“writer’s block again, or whatever you call it?” she asked, feeling up the wads of paper on the floor with her toes.

you nodded, exasperated. “it’s terrible.. whenever i think ‘wow, yes! this idea is definitely it!’ i end up finding trouble inserting it into a decent plotline with good development.. i can’t even come up with a good starting paragraph!”

toph hummed, nuzzling your hair, “i have no idea what you just said, but that sounds cool.”

you chuckled, rolling your eyes fondly, “it’s anything but cool, tophie.”

“say,” her arms slightly flex around the delicate skin of your neck, “can you teach me how to write?”

that piques your attention. you glance up at her, curious, “you want to learn how to write?”

“if it’s not too much trouble.” she quickly adds, and you almost melt at the sweetness. you pat her forearms, “slide a chair closer.”

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.

“mhm..” you scratch your head with your pen, thinking. “well, i’m not sure where to start. maybe the basics? we could start with the alphabet?”

she scoffs, “that’s boring. i wanna write proper words.”

“well, you need the alphabet to do that, toph.”

“make me write words!!”

you were already regretting agreeing to this. she was worse than a toddler.

you sigh, “how about we first write all the letters, then we can make words with—”

“no,” she reaches for your hand, taking the pen for herself. “hmm.. show me how to write my name.”

you glare at her, but you know better than to argue with your stubborn excuse of a girlfriend.

“fine then.” you sigh in defeat, holding her hand tightly along with the pen in her grip. “follow my lead.”

she nods, and you start with your instructions.

“first,” you move her hand with yours, “we dip the pen in ink, like this. then we tap it against the edge to remove the excess ink, so we don’t get blots on our paper. a very important rule is that it’s never dry. remember, dry equals bad. the tip must always be wet.”

she snickers, “like you.”

you give her a deadpan look, “why are you like this?”

“okay okay, yes.” she sits up straight, dipping it in the ink bowl and tapping it, then bringing it to hover over the sheet. “like this?”

“good girl. now, carefully feel my strokes,” you shift her hand with yours, drawing out the letters as she commits them to memory. “t-o-p-h.”

“so that’s my name,” she hums, bringing the pen to dip it again, “let me try it alone this time.”

you nod, and you watch her almost accurately write the same letters again.

“wow, impressive.” you kiss her cheek, looking down at what she wrote. “the letters are on point. your only problem is.. your spacing.”

“mhm? what about it?” she asks, gazing down at you.

“well..” you stare at the sheet of paper. “they’re kind of.. all on top of each other. but that’s fine, we can work on that.”

she shrugs, “it’s fine. i don’t mind them being on top of each other.”

your brow raises in confusion, but before you can question your weird girlfriend, she interrupts you with another request. “now, teach me how to write your name.”

you blink, spotting the eager glint in her eyes, then you chuckle. “my name? sure. are you really sure you don’t want to learn the alphabet first?”

“duh,” she rolls her eyes like you just asked the dumbest question in the world. “now show me.”

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.

she says it’s not a mistake, though.

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“mhh— tophh..” 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.

“shh..” she presses a hot kiss to your neck, “i’ll take care of you.”

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.

“toph— oh! oh my god!” you moan, glassy-eyed, her tongue swirling in oddly familiar patterns you couldn’t quite place.

“rule one,” she grins against your swollen pussy lips, “dry equals bad, must always be wet. done.”

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.

“oh my fuck! toph!!” you cry out, writhing uncontrollably as you finally make out the pattern she was following.

fucking hell— she was spelling your name out with her tongue!

“mhhm,” a low chuckle rumbles through her throat, the vibrations only making your thighs spasm harder around her head. “see? i told you i didn’t need any spacing.”

her tongue laps at your puffy clit in harsh flicks, and your vision flashes white.

“t-o,” she continues sucking and licking through your orgasm, using the fresh gush of your slick to coat your folds even better, “p-h. toph. that’s who this pussy belongs to.”

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.

“did i do good?” 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. “.. you’re so filthy.”

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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.