for @katarasdoll ❤︎ the way i sprinted to do this, not even my migraine slowed me down. I NEED THIS MAN SO BAD IT HURTS.
Aang sits you on his cock, he doesn't expect you to ride him; he just wants you to hang on and look pretty. He tells you as such, eyes lidded with barely concealed lust. But you still ask if he's sure because even though your thighs are burning, you don't mind riding him until your legs give out. He gives you such a sweet smile before he's pulling you in for a kiss so deep you can taste his desperation.
"I'm sure." He throbs inside you, and then you're nodding. Your fingers curl in anticipation around those wide shoulders when he lifts you up until just the fat tip is in you, enough that your fluttering hole can latch on to it and not feel empty. He's kissing you again, and you nearly bite clean through his lip when he slams you back down. Aang swallows your surprised scream before he starts mumbling apologies into your mouth. He doesn't even give you time to catch your breath before he starts thrusting up into you, angling those slender hips so his dick jackhammers your sweet spot dead on.
His hands tighten their grip on your already sore hips so he can keep you still; he needs you to take all of him, no squirming, no running. "Please stop moving." His voice is strained, teeth gritted, and brows furrowed in concentration.
"S-slow downnn!" Your nails scratch down his shoulders, leaving red welts in their wake as he continues to nail you.
"Sorry, I can't." He kisses your sweaty forehead before he's throwing his head back, eyes squeezing shut. Somehow, those hips snap rougher, faster, like he's mad at you, like there's a score he wants to settle. Spirits, you're gonna be so sore tomorrow; you can feel how swollen your lips are as they fight to accommodate his girth. "Let me use you, please?" He looks earnest, despite the half-mad glint in his eyes, so what else can you do but say yes? To deny him sounds like a crime.
He pants out a thank you into your throat, sucking his appreciation into the junction between your neck and shoulder. "So, so good for me." His praises come out slurred as if he's intoxicated, and maybe he is, as he's been snug inside your pussy for so long already.
Your shaking legs don't deter him; he just keeps pounding into you like it's going out of style, like he'll get sick if he slows down, but Spirits, you always take him so well, letting him split you open and mend you back again and again.
The coil in your stomach tightens rapidly; you're going to cum any minute now, and when you tell him that, his eyes blow wide, and as if he took that as a challenge, he keeps that same pace, not even slowing down even when your scratches draw blood. "Aang, I'm go-"
"Yeah, I know. Fuck, I can feel it."
The sound of his voice is what pushes you off the precipice; it's wrecked and already sounds sated, and it makes you cream all over his shaft. But you don't stop squeezing, still riding the waves of your orgasm that has you clamping around his length like a bear trap. He's not far behind, hips stuttering as he shoots thick ropes of cum into your already stuffed pussy. You squirm again, this time from sensitivity, and he's quick to pull you close, shushing you gently with kisses all over your face.
"Fiend." You slap his chest weakly and his smile widens.
"Gonna move you, okay?" Aang murmurs into your hair and you whine, not ready for the discomfort.
"I know, my love, but I need to clean you up."
At your nod, he's gently lifting you off of him before he stands, adjusting you in a bridal carry and heading to the bathroom.
"Always so good to me." His tone is reverent as he kisses your head and you angle your head for a kiss.
"Don't ask me to sit on nothing for the next three days."
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