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The music was loud. So loud that everyone had to raise their voices so they could hear each other speak. It’s not like she was really complaining, though. They were at a nightclub after all; thus, it wasn’t weird that the music was that loud. And she sure wasn’t going to complain about it, not when she was about to have her fourth drink of the night.
“Are you ladies having fun?” The bartender said when he served them their next round. The man was clearly older and heavily making eyes to Toph from the moment they arrived at the nightclub a few hours ago.
Katara could tell that all that flirtation didn’t bother her friend at all.
“It would be better if we got some free drinks,” Toph said while the three of them started to take the drinks they asked for prior. The man just laughed with a crocked smile on his face.
“Comeback any time, cutie,” he responded using a deeper voice and Katara almost made a face towards his attempt to flirt.
“Is he hot?” the shortest woman asked once they were walking their table with their cups on their hands.
“Honestly?” She spoke.
Ty Lee jumped on her feet to her left before answering, “He could be hotter.”
Toph made a disapproval noise, “Why do I even mind asking you, Ms. Almost-Married and Lady I Have the Longest Situationship Ever with a Woman?”
Katara knew her face was getting a shade of red after hearing Toph’s nickname, but it sure wasn’t as bad as Ty Lee’s face.
“Hey!” Ty Lee yelled over the music. They arrived at their table where Suki and Mai were waiting for them, so she took the chance to leave over to surface the glasses she had in her hands. “Azula and I don’t have a situationship! She is my friend.”
“Sure.”
“What are you talking about?” Suki asked as the three of them sat with them.
“Nothing,” she said. “Just that bartender flirting with Toph.”
“Is he still going?” Mai’s voice was almost fully covered by the music, but Katara could hear her given that she was sit next to her, “He should give us some cocktails.”
“That’s what I said!”
It’d been a while since the last time they had a girls’ night with all the stressful preparations they had from Zuko and Mai’s wedding, adding more responsibilities to the ones they already had, so the only reason they were able to see each other for the last weeks was to help their friends plan their upcoming wedding. Although she was the one getting married, Mai was the first, and only one, to complain about not having enough time to relax, that’s why they ended up taking her out expecting her to enjoy herself for a night. And Mai didn’t dance, but that didn’t stop her from drinking as much as she wanted that night.
“Let’s dance!” Suki said before taking Katara’s hand to drag her to the dance floor.
Katara did like dancing. She really did. She learnt to love it thanks to her boyfriend that randomly appeared in her life one day and decided that he’d take her to the dance floor every time they went to a party, even when they were still friends. But she decided not to think too much about it; right now, she was trying to enjoy the moment as much as possible without thinking about her boyfriend and his puppy eyes waiting for her at home. Not after he’d barely given her a look before leaving their place earlier that night.
And she indeed stopped thinking about when she felt it.
Someone was staring at her. Again.
Her night had been going with no issues until she felt a pair of persistent eyes following her every movement as she laughed and drank with her friends, as she danced in the middle of the dance floor with Sukki, but mostly as she tried to fix her short skirt every time it went up. Maybe it was her long, styled hair or the makeup that took her an hour to do, or it was her blouse that was showing a little too much cleavage. Or maybe it was the miniskirt that was shorter than any other thing she’d normally wear.
Fine, her clothing tonight might be sort of revealing. Still, whatever she was wearing shouldn’t be a reason why that weirdo wouldn’t take their eyes off her. And that was starting to make her feel nervous.
“I love this song so much!” Ty Lee joined them on the dance floor, and she tried to keep dancing as if nothing was happening. However, Katara decided to look around the club while trying to keep dancing with her friends, searching for the source of her nervousness.
Toph and Mai? Talking with each other. The bar? Everyone in their own world. The right corner of the room? A couple making out. A small table right next to the dance floor? Just a man who–
She noticed the man intensely staring at her and stopped breathing.
He smiled the moment her attention was on him.
“Katara, are you okay?” Ty Lee asked her and she realized she had stopped dancing.
“Yeah,” she cleared her throat and tried to smile trying not to worry her friends. “I just spot something weird.”
“What?” Suki moved her eyes around trying to see what she saw.
“It’s nothing,” Katara spoke again stopping her friend. “But I think I need some water.”
“Are you sure? We can go with you.”
“It’s fine, you can keep dancing,” she told them still feeling that man watching her, then made a path to the bar where she asked for a bottle of water before taking a barstool to sit down and decided to discreetly look the table where that man was, but all she could see now was him walking towards her.
Oh, he was tall. Like really tall.
His hair was completely shaved though you could still see a glimpse of it growing on his head. He had tattoos that were very visible throughout the skin he was showing. And his face…
Trying to make it seemed like she wasn’t ogling him. Katara turn around again facing the barman that was handing her the bottle of water. She knew he was sitting next to her the moment she smelt his cologne a little too close to her. Then, the man spoke, “Hey.”
She pressed her tights together almost without noticing what she was doing.
Of course, his voice was attractive, too.
She drank some water trying to act as if she wasn’t affected by him, his cologne and his voice. “Did you have fun? Getting a girl all nervous like that…”
He smiled the instant she heard her voice. “Right, sorry about that. It’s not every day that one sees a woman like you.”
She raised an eyebrow trying to look unaffected. "A woman like me?"
But he didn't say anything back. Instead, his grin got bigger and then he licked his under lip, still looking at her as if she were his prey.
He was very handsome man.
“I’m Aang,” he continued talking almost in a childish way. “Can I know your name?”
“I’ll think about it.” He laughed softly after her response and his eyes shined with it. She couldn’t help biting her lip while staring at him.
Then, he had the audacity to look at her from head to toe, taking enough time on each body part, but staying longer on her naked thighs. “Love the outfit, you look beautiful.”
She would lie if she said his compliment didn’t do anything to her. Not even had her boyfriend told her anything about it earlier that day even though she did try to get a reaction from him knowing he liked it when she wore skirts. Yet her boyfriend, her sweet precious boyfriend, just looked up and down at her and continued to play Fortnite with her brother. Fucking Fortnite.
“Have fun, babe”, he’d almost whispered before unmuting himself on Discord so he could keep talking to Sokka about the game.
He didn’t say anything else afterwards although she did notice the tip of his ears getting red after checking her out. Still, she had expected to at least hear him saying she looked nice before she left their apartment. His reaction was a little disappointing as much as she was trying to tell herself that he was just busy with work, his role of being the best man of the soon-to-be Mai’s husband and knowing that he was taking more responsibilities from his childhood home as his father was starting to get older. He lately was always very tired, main reason why they haven’t done anything sexual in the past weeks, getting her to feel a certain level of frustration. Even so, that didn’t mean she didn’t love him anymore.
So, what was she doing by letting this stranger hit on her?
“I can see you’re thinking hard about something,” he kept talking after her silence.
“You don’t even know me”, she told him.
“We can get there, though.” The man got closer to her. Katara didn’t attempt to distance herself, “If you want to.”
“I have a boyfriend.”
Aang’s face was very easy to read because she could see he was slightly disappointed about it. However, that didn’t last long because he decided to put his elbow over the bar counter, so he had the space to rest his chin on his long fingers in front of her face. That gave her a better sight of his visibly strong forearm. This position also helped him to close more the gap between them and now she could almost feel his breath against her when he spoke again. “I don’t see that boyfriend around.”
“And what are you going to do about it?” Katara said before realizing what she was doing.
His intense gray eyes, the ones that couldn’t stop staring at her, got darker. So dark that the pale color on them were just reflecting the dark light of the club making her feel anxious about his next step. And then he moved. Katara saw him as he stood up, then his hand was right in front of her.
“Dance with me.”
“Uh? I– “
She never finished her whatever she was planning to say. Aang was looking at her with those dark eyes not asking permission but making sure she understood he wasn’t playing around. That man really wanted her. So, she took his hand.
The song playing was not really relevant for her. Not while Aang was still holding her hand making sure she was following him to the dance floor. Katara would like to say that she was being dragged by this man, but in reality, she strode right behind him without hesitation, just flowing with him as if it was natural to them. Perhaps that was the reason she didn’t question it when they didn't stop in the middle of the dance floor once they got there. As a matter of fact, the tall man didn’t stop walking until they were very closed to the wall in the back of the dance, spot where most people were giving their backs to them and that was so dark that almost hid them from the other people's eyes.
Aang let her walk a couple more steps until she was between him and the wall, then he let her hand go. "The first time I saw you, you were dancing all by yourself. Moving your hips. Feeling yourself,” he said with such a deep voice it made her get goosebumps all over her skin. “Can you dance for me?"
She should’ve said no. She should’ve turned around and gone back to her friends, to her home. But Katara started dancing for a man that shared his name just a minute ago. She started moving her shoulders, then the head so her long hair could move around as well. Her arms were next before starting to move her hips, feeling the music. Feeling his intense eyes on her, staring at her the same exact way he’d done it before from the dark. However, this time she wasn't feeling nervous. On the contrary, now it was his glare the one making her shake her hips and ass to the rhythm more forceful than she did before that night. And he just stood there, looking at the way her skirt rolled up every time she made an abrupt movement showing more and more skin.
There was something in his eyes that made her feel adventurous.
It didn’t take long before he decided he couldn't let her keep dancing on her own. Without wasting any other second, Aang took her by the hips with both of his hands from behind and softly moved Katara’s body until her back was facing his chest. In that position, they continued dancing completely glued to each other. So glued they could almost not move.
She was wearing high heels, yet Aang was a full head taller than her. Not that she was complaining. Despite the heigh difference, it didn’t stop his breath from reaching her neck the moment he attached himself to her body, and she barely had to look sideways to notice how his head was getting closer to the space between the neck and shoulder. The tip of his nose was touching her within seconds.
And if she could squeeze her thighs together again, she would do it.
"You're so fucking hot," he whispered on her skin. "You have no idea how hard it was not to get to you earlier, how hard was just to watch from afar.” She felt his hands going under her blouse so he could touch the skin of her hips without having any layer in between. His fingers pressed so hard the moment he recognized the warmth, movement that pulled her closer to him. “I really needed to touch you."
His hands didn’t stay still for too long since they started roaming all around her body recognizing her, moving to her waist, belly, going back to the hips, and barely touching her breasts over her blouse. Katara knew her nipples were getting harder after feeling that soft caress from his fingers, and it didn’t help that she wasn’t wearing a bra. But she never tried to stop him. Not when she was starting to feel his bulge against her ass cheeks. Not now when her underwear was already getting wet.
"I really love this skirt,” he said on her skin.
“Yeah?” She pressed herself towards his crotch. “Just the skirt?” And then Katara felt the way his big hands went down until they reached her tights. Aang’s face was now buried on her neck taking it as an opportunity to kiss her there and making her hold her breath while his hands were now moving under her skirt, getting so close to her panties. But he never touched them or attempted to move his hands higher.
“This is so wrong; we’re in public and I have a boyfriend.” That’s what she could’ve said if her brain were functioning, but she didn’t. Instead, she took one of his hands and placed it on her panties, right here she knew he would be able to feel the wet spot on them.
"Fuck..." He whispered against her ear.
Without giving it a second thought, he used his middle finger to caress her over the underwear, touching her clothed clit when he did it and making her quietly moan.
Oh, she’s really missed this.
"Aang..." She breathed his name, yet he stopped what he was doing to put distance between them which almost made her cry. But she was not desperate, no.
"Come with me."
The man took her by the waist to practically drag her to the other side of the club, to an area where she knew they would find the restrooms. She thought for a minute that they were going to get in one of them, but it took her by surprise when Aang turn left and got them into a darker hallway where there only was a semi open door. A utility room door with the ‘Employees only’ sign was now in front of her. He couldn’t care less about said sign, so he made them get inside of the room, swinging the door behind them.
The place was dark and they blindly walked a couple more steps before Katara’s back hit a wall. The man didn’t waste any more time as he went straight to her neck to kiss it with so much contained passion. The idea of the possibility of him marking her skin crossed her mind, but said mind was already so full of fog that the thought disappeared the second it emerged. That’s also why she didn’t try to stop Aang when he then started touching one of her boobs still over the top she was wearing, but this time his touch wasn't as soft as it was before – he was groping it. Her nipple didn’t really need much stimulation; it got hard so fast and his fingers started playing with it the moment they felt it. His other hand didn’t stay still either since it went right under her wet underwear, making them both moan immediately after they finally felt each other’s skin.
His hand started to play with her folds, using his index and ring fingers to open them up and make a way so his middle finger could stick into her. He wasn’t being soft with his touch, but she wasn't complaining at all. All she could do was to moan.
It seemed like the floor under them was moving, so she held onto his wide shoulders. Kisses were still painting the skin all over her neck. "Shit, you’re so wet," Aang said between kisses. "I need to taste you."
“Yes, please” she almost pleaded.
And he went to his knees in front of her, being those words everything he needed to hear to get into action. The man put one of her tights over his broad shoulder, that way he gave himself more space between her legs. The heel of the stiletto sandals she was wearing immediately hit his back, but he didn’t complain.
Katara bit her lips looking directly at his focused face and waiting for his next move.
He never attempted to completely remove her underwear, not when he already had her with her thighs wide open. All he did was to slide the fabric of her briefs to the side so he could have access to her pussy. So, with her panties still on, he went for it.
Refusing to waste more time, his lips started to suck on her folds and take all juices as if he was a starved man. It was like he was trying to make out with her opening, making a wet nice and forcing her moan loudly.
Perhaps she should have been more worried about being too loud, but the music was still blasting from the nightclub’s speakers, covering their noises from the people outside.
The leg that she still had on the floor was starting to shake, making her lose strength on it. Trying not to fall over his back, she squeezed his shoulder with the leg he had over it and pressed her back harder against the wall giving her some sort of anchor. She took advantage of that position to grab his head with both of her hands, get him closer to her sex and to start grinding her hips back and forth all over his face, causing his nose to hit her clitoris every time she moved her hips down.
He just groaned and let her do as she wished while his tongue was still swirling all over her folds.
"Yes, yes..." She couldn't stop moaning. "I’m getting closer. Make me come."
And he kept sucking. And pressing. And moaning on her sensitive skin.
Until he pulled away.
Katara let out a soft moan full of complaint making him chuckle. She looked down just to realize he was already looking at her with a childish smirk on his face. Before she could ask why he had stopped, he lifted his free hand and stuck two fingers on his mouth, covering them with his saliva. He never stopped looking at her directly while doing it.
Ooh, she knew what was coming.
With his fingers wet and ready, he came back to his task. This time he went directly to suck on her clit while putting his wet fingers inside of her, not fully waiting for her to get used to before starting fucking her with them.
"Ah, Aan–Aang!" Her moans got as loud as the wet sound of her sex filled the room. "I’m coming!"
And so, she did. All over his face. The back of her head hit the well behind her and Katara’s eyes rolled back into her head the moment she came.
Her dried throat barely made any sound while Aang continued sucking on her clit waiting for her to comeback from the cloud he had put her in. When she did it, with her back still against the wall and with her eyes closed, the woman use her hand to slightly hit on his scalp, giving him a sign to stop. He put her shaking leg back to the ground but stood up and held her between his arms as soon as he did it, so she didn’t fall
Now that he was on his feet again, Katara took his wet face and dragged him down to her level so she could fully kiss him on the lips, not minding what he just did down her. Her arms circled his neck while Aang’s hugged her from the waist moving his lips on hers slowly, waiting for Katara to recover from her orgasm.
“Was that okay?” He whispered against her lips.
“Hmmm…” Maybe more than just ‘okay’.
She didn’t try to say a proper word to answer his question. Instead, the woman continued giving him soft kisses, and then she stroked him over his pants, feeling him. He was really hard. “Get me out of here?”
“My car is outside.”
“Let me get my stuff from our table,” she told him once they could separate from each other.
“I’ll find you by the front door.”
He helped her fix her clothes and hair before leaving the utility room, but she still knew she looked like a mess. Idea that was confirmed once she got to the table where her friends were supposed to be. There, she just found Mai drinking a purple cocktail.
“What the hell happened to you?” Her friend asked her, looking at her with a raised eyebrow. “Did someone run you over or what?”
Oh, she wished.
Katara didn’t want to know how she looked right now if she had Mai all curious like that. Almost in a hurry, she took her small purse and talked with her friend before leaving again, “I’m leaving. Tell the girls I’m sorry, and that I’ll text later. Bye!”
She didn’t wait for Mai’s response; she just took her bag and sprinted all the way to front door of the club. Aang was already there waiting for her and smiled brightly once she appeared in front of him, looking all handsome.
She really needed this man. Right now.
They definitely weren’t going to make it to a private place.
“Let’s go.”
It was kind of hot outside. Or maybe it was just them, or it was Aang’s hand taking her by her hip while guiding her to his parking spot. His car was parked rather far from the other cars inside of the parking lot. It was even in a darker spot compared to the rest since the last street light was almost not reaching that area. She couldn’t help to suspect that he had actually planned all of this, but if he had, she’d just take advantage of it.
They could barely make it to the car’s spot before she had him against one of the back doors. Her arms surrounded his neck again and made him bend down so they could kiss one more time. And while doing it, one of her hands decided to go south on him so it could touch his clothed dick again. It was softer than before, but that wouldn't stop them.
"I can’t wait," she said making him moan on her lips. “I need it.”
The kiss completely stopped and he stared directly at her face. “Right here? What about that boyfriend of yours?” He said with a playful smirk on his lips.
She ceased caressing him over his trousers. “Shut up. Don’t ruin this.”
He snorted and kissed her again, with so much passion that Katara felt as if he was stealing her breath out of her.
The door of the backseat was opened behind the man almost immediately after that. Aang moved to a side so she could get into the car, which she did quickly so could climb in after her. Katara threw her small purse into the passenger seat entirely freeing her hands for what was coming since he hardly waited for the door to be closed after him when he was back to her mouth, kissing her passionately. And she welcomed his lips and tongue exploring hers, his hands roaming her body again, his groans filling the small space when he felt how wet she still was.
Small kisses started being scattered all over her lips, cheeks, chin and jaw before going down to her neck, causing her to move her head to the side. This way, Aang had more space to mark. She then reached out to unzip his pants, take his cock out from them and started stroking him slowly, hearing him curse against her skin.
“Wait–“ He stopped kissing her. “Lift your ass a little bit.”
She scooted up enough that part of her back was resting on the door and giving him space to remove her panties, which he threw to the passenger seat next to her bag. She couldn’t wait longer, so she pushed him by the shoulders until his back hit the seat cushions and climbed onto his lap. Aang’s hands were on her thighs while she lined herself up, gave him a peck and slid down on his cock making them sigh.
“Fuck, baby… You feel so good,” he said looking her as she slowly moved her hips in circles getting used to his size.
He clasped the muscles on her thighs repeatedly, perhaps trying to calm himself, before she started moving herself un and down his shaft, taking him so deep it made them both moan. While still moving on top of him, Katara slip down the thin fabric of the blouse that was covering her breasts stripping them into the air. Then, her hands ended up grasping onto the padding behind Aang’s head helping his face get closer to her chest. Understanding what she wanted, he started to suck on her peaks immediately while she kept bouncing on his cock, feeling so good that her eyes started tearing up.
“Yes, swee– Oh!“ His fingers started to play with her clit as he continued playing with her nipples. “I needed this so bad.”
Aang halted sucking on her nub so he could look her in the face. “Yeah? You wanted me to fuck you?” And his fingers continued circling her clit, they were going faster this time as his other hand was now on her ass helping her move on him.
That’s when she felt it again. That familiar feeling on her belly, on her shaking legs, on her sensitive sex.
The wet sound of their skin smacking had filled in cramped space a while ago. The windows were a little fogged up, her juices splashing around and wetting their clothes, loud moans and groans leaving their mouths, the strong hands of the man under her touching her everywhere. It was everything she could think about when white sparkles started to appear in her eyes as she came hard. So hard she ended up screaming on Aang’s neck.
Katara basically fell on his chest losing all strength after coming. Her hands landed weakly on his biceps, her cheek ended up resting on his shoulder and her messy hair was dropping over her face. She was boneless against his body.
But they didn’t stop after that. Aang grabbed her ass with both hands and made her continue moving on his cock, making her sob on the fabric that was covering his shoulder.
“Aah, you’re so fucking tight, babe. I’m not going to last longer,” he said on her ear. Her denim skirt was completely up, hitting the lower area of her back as a result of the constant gestures of her bottom as he kept fucking her.
She knew he was getting closer when his moans started to get noisier, his grip harder and his thrusts messier. He embraced her by the waist with both arms, pinning her down towards him and started thrusting into her pussy from beneath. She decided to help him finish by kissing and licking the damp skin of his neck and ear. Her head almost hit the car’s roof a couple of times due to the strength of his movements, but she didn’t care. She wanted this man to come so hard that his brain would stop functioning.
“Please, pleaseplease…” His voice started cracking as his head tilted backwards. “Katara– Shit, Katara.”
“Do it. Come inside me.” And those words said on his ear were everything he needed to come, spilling deep inside of her with a loud sob leaving his throat.
They continued moving their hips against each other although the action was way softer this time, just so they could fully finish. Katara searched for his lips with the intention of kissing him again, kiss that he accepted instantly. This kiss was less desperate and passional than the ones they previously shared, but they preferred it that way.
Trying to pull him out so she could sit properly on the car seat, she started to remove herself from Aang’s lap, but doing it gave her a reaction from the man. “Mmm…” he moaned in pain holding her tight so she wouldn’t move. “Sorry, I’m just sensitive.”
So, they decided to stay in the same position for a few more minutes while Katara massaged his scalp and Aang hummed on her ear.
“I think I died for like five seconds,” he said after a while and still trying to catch his breath. “Was worth it, though.”
She softly laughed. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
He didn’t respond to her, instead Aang cupped her face between his big hands and caressed her wet cheeks with his thumbs.
“Your hair is so messy now. And look at that smudged makeup all over your face.” His voice was kind of hoarse, but she could still hear a playful tone in it. “What is your boyfriend going to think when you get home?”
With the little strength left on her body, Katara hit his chest softly making him laugh as if he just heard the funniest joke ever.
“You still look beautiful.” He looked at her with those big bright eyes full of love that she couldn’t help to give him a peck on his red lips.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” She asked him after the kiss.
“Surprise?” He laughed again. How she loved that laugh. “I kind of wanted to see your reaction.”
“You barely gave me a look before I left our apartment earlier,” she said still feeling quite bitter about it.
“Yeah, about that…” He touched her naked thighs. “I knew that if I saw you – really saw you – on this skirt, I would’ve had a hard time to let you go,” he explained gazing directly to her eyes. He huffed after that. “I still came all the way here.”
“Wait, and how did you even know where that utility room was?”
He didn’t say anything for a few seconds, maybe thinking if he should tell her or not. He eventually did. “Oh, I might have looked around before finding you.”
She laughed louder this time and he had the nerve to look embarrassed. “You pervert, you really did plan this.”
His face violently flushed and decided to hide it against her neck.
“I just really missed you. Missed this”
“…I missed you, too.” They hugged again, still finding it hard to separate from each other. Sadly, they had to do it. “Now take me home, I want to cuddle with my boyfriend.”
“You’re so lucky. He wants to cuddle you, too.”
Aang helped her to clean herself up and to fix her clothes before doing the same on himself. Her legs were shaking so badly that she couldn’t walk properly, so he also made sure to get her into the passenger seat without any occurrence happening afterwards. And then, while Aangs was turning on the engine to start driving home, she remembered that she never texted her friends as she told Mai she would do, so she took her phone out of her purse and went straight to her messages app. She did have a few messages unread from their group chat.
Suki: have u seen katara? she’s not at the bar
That was the first text. Checking on the hour, Katara calculated Suki sent it when she was in the utility room with Aang. The next text was from Mai, right after she left.
Mai: i think Katara just left with some guy
Mai: oh, never mind
Suki: what? wdym
Ty Lee: GIRLS
Ty Lee: toph said she came across aang near the restrooms ???
Suki: …you two really can’t take your hands off each other
Toph: im crying, you’re so nasty
Before she could feel the embarrassment flowing to her face after reading the group chat, Katara saw her boyfriend’s hand landing on her naked thigh while still driving with his other hand. She didn’t pay much attention to it until she felt his fingers caressing her inner thigh and getting closer to her very sensitive center.
“Stop that,” she said intertwining his hand on hers to stop him. “I don’t think I can go again”.
And the bubbly laughter that she loved so much filled the space before he spoke again, “We’ll see”.
“By the way, do you think anyone saw us?”
Katara whined. “Don’t make me think about it now, please”