ALOK x Y/N Smut

{3} Revenge

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Timeline wise this happens before the other stories here!

Team Avatar, currently consisting of Korra, Mako, Bolin, Asami and Y/N had been moved into an apartment after Korra returned with her bending completely restored after Amon had taken it from her.
Everyone was relieved for the most part. But Asami wasn't really on speaking terms with Mako and Korra. It had been hard to decide who sleeps where in their new living space. Obviously Mako and Korra took the major bedroom. Seeing as there was only one other bedroom or a Sofa in the main area available Bolin left the bedroom to Asami and Y/N like the gentleman he is. First and foremost he wanted Y/N to cheer up Asami and for them to have their own space.

A few nights had passed and by now everyone was accommodated to the space. The past few days when they had free time or before turning off the lights Y/N had talked to her roommate trying to open up and letting the stuff out that obviously bothered her. And finally she did.
The two girls would've been talking until the sun was rising if it weren't for Asami falling asleep with her head in Y/Ns lap.

It had been another quite uneventful day but the group really needed it but later that night it turned out it was too boring for Mako and Korra as they decided to have their own kind of action as Asami and Y/N were forced to listen to their unsuccessful attempts at being quiet. Bolin was luckily not home.

"I know it doesn't help when I tell you to just ignore it but how about you stop thinking about them and imagine somebody completely different." Y/N suggested.
"I don't think that would end too well for me." Asami muttered in return, staring at the wall ahead as she sat on the bed, back resting against the headboard.
"Why?" Y/N asked, voice wavering. She would be telling a big fat lie if she said she was attracted to Asami. It didn't help that the woman turned towards her but didn't say a word. So they just sat there, staring at each other, not saying a word. It was far from silent as the neighbouring room seemed to get louder by the minute.
Y/N wouldn't admit it but it did turn her on a bit, mainly because she was now the one imagining other people. The intense eye contact with the girl beside her didn't help at all as she felt a small puddle form in her panties.
"What are we doing?" She whispered in a hushed tone. Asami swallowed.
"I don't know." Where has her usual confidence vanished to? Her words prompted Y/N to look down at her hands before she turned away and laid down on her side of the shared bed.

But she was surprised to say the least when she felt a hand softly grab her hip and pull to make her lay on her back. She looked at the woman leaning over her as she was tickled by her hair.
"What do you want me to do?" Asami whispered. There's the confidence.
Immediately Y/Ns eyes flickered to her lips and back up, which was enough for Asami to finally close the gap between them. The kiss felt very much needed as Asami crawled on top of Y/N and started to run her hands down her shirt. For a moment she played with the hem and then quickly pulled it off Y/N who wasn't wearing a bra as she had already been wearing a pyjama. Asami returned to kissing her lips and fumbled with her chest, pinching the hardened nipples. This extracted a moan from Y/N and Asami quickly took the opportunity to stick her tongue into the brunette's mouth.
It was now Y/Ns turn to pull Asamis shirt over her head as they broke the kiss. She quickly unclasped her bra before pulling her face back down to deepen the kiss. The raven's hands roamed her body and they soon made their way down to her crotch. Y/Ns breath hitched when the woman above caressed the insides of her thighs.
She involuntarily twitched as Asamis hands drew closer to her wet panties. But they abruptly stopped about an inch away from where Y/N currently wanted her the most.
Asami broke the kiss leaned towards her ear and whispered: "Is that what you want me to do?" Right then a moan could be heard from the room adjacent. The only noise that left Y/Ns mouth was a whimper which Asami gladly took as a 'yes'. Closing the gap between her fingers and the brunette's pussy she received a moan and she slowly started rubbing the girl below her through the fabric of her pants and panties. Y/N felt the puddle grow as her legs twitched at the tender touch. Suddenly it stopped and Y/N was about the protest when she felt Asami grab the waistband of her pants. She obediently lifted her hips and in one swift motion the woman not only removed her pants but also her dripping wet panties that made a slicking sound as they were pulled away from her pussy.
Asami quickly got rid of her own clothing leaving her as naked as Y/N before crawling back over the woman who was spread on the bed.
Asami grabbed her chin and kissed her deeper this time as she slowly let the hand slip down along the brunette's body to her pussy.
Y/N moaned against her lips when she dragged her fingers through her dripping wet folds up to her clit before going back down and up again. Asamis fingers made slicking sound as they passed through Y/Ns folds. She was so hot and desperately wanting Asamis fingers deeply inside her but she wasn't prepared for that in the slightest. As if the woman above had read her mind, a finger entered her pussy making her breath hitch.

After slowly moving it back and forth she added a second digit. Seeing how the girl was squirming under her touch she felt her own pussy get wet. She felt the liquid run through her folds making her shudder.

Y/Ns breath quickened when Asami increased the pace in which her fingers were fucking the brunette's wet hole.
"More." Y/N choked out and she obliged with adding another digit, stretching the woman's hole further. A deep moan escaped the brunette's lips. Their faces were really close but instead of kissing Asami stared at the woman's facial expressions she was the cause of.
Spit was running down the side of her face, her eyes were closed and she made a small sound every time the three fingers were pushed into her deeper and deeper.

She was sent over the edge as soon as Asami curled her fingers at just the right moment hitting the spot. She came all over Asamis hand and the bedsheets as her legs twitched and the woman removed her hand from her crotch.
"Oh fuck you're good." Y/Ns voice was shaking as she watched Asami lick her liquids off her fingers.

"You kept me waiting for way too long." Asami returned but was surprised by Y/N grabbing her and switching their positions.
"I'm sorry. How about I return the favour now." She huskily whispered against the woman's ear before starting to kiss down her jawline and finally locking lips again. But the kiss didn't last long as they were interrupted by another female moan from the other room. Y/N felt her own juices flow out of her and down her folds. They dripped down only to exactly hit Asamis clit in the process now making the woman moan.

And as if the starting signal for a race had fallen, most likely, Mako went at it harder making Korra's mouth leave moans and profanities. Unbeknownst to him it only seemed to make the two women hotter than ever for each other.