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[ivyzhere]

hii...i absolutely love your works with seongje..can you take this request where seongje is the reader's bf and he finds out they the reader is best friends with eujang gang?...thank you 🥰

Neon Reputations

Pairing : Geum Seong-Je x reader

Genre : Fluff

Warning: Mention of violence, swearing and ooc

A/N. : sry if u dun like it tho, i can’t think anything welp”) every interaction is appreciated pretties!!

Dating Geum Seongje is not all sunshine, pretty dates, and playful arguments that end with him kissing your forehead like he did nothing wrong.

There are ugly parts too.

Yes, he is attractive enough to make girls stare at him wherever he goes, charming in that dangerous kind of way that makes people curious about him even when they know they should stay away, but you also have to deal with random girls trying to flirt with your boyfriend right in front of you as if you are invisible.

Yes, he spoils you more than anyone ever has, buying you things just because they remind him of you or because you stared at them for more than five seconds, but you also have to deal with him disappearing without warning whenever Union business gets serious.

Yes, he fights well, almost too well, but it also means you spend half your life patching cuts on his knuckles and cleaning blood off his face while he sits there acting like he is perfectly fine.

And yes, he spends most of his free time with you, follows you around like your personal shadow whenever he can, and remembers tiny things about you that even you forget yourself, but sometimes he still has no idea how to communicate like a normal boyfriend instead of someone who threatens people for a living.

Being loved by Geum Seongje means being protected all the time, whether you asked for it or not.

If he cannot follow you himself, he sends Baek Dong-ha or Do Seong-mok instead, because those are the only people he trusts enough to keep an eye on you without screwing things up. He knows you are more than capable of slipping away from random Union kids if you really want to, but that does not stop him from worrying anyway.

At least he stopped sending strangers after you once you admitted it made you uncomfortable.

That alone was probably considered progress for someone like him.

Geum Seongje knows every single one of your classmates and almost all your friends, not because he enjoys socializing but because he likes knowing exactly what kind of people you spend your time with. He never outright tells you his opinions either. Instead, he silently watches them from afar, analyzing the way they speak to you, the way they look at you, the intentions hidden underneath their smiles before deciding whether they deserve to stay around you or not.

And if someone happens to be talking to you only because they want homework answers or favors?

Well.

They usually stop showing up near you after that.

You never understand why you somehow avoid fake friendships so easily, but your boyfriend makes sure of it behind the scenes.

You also have online friends, though the one you are closest to is someone named WhiteDumpling (Seo JunTae)

You never asked for his real name, only knowing that he is another high school student around your age who likes games, memes, and complaining about school as much as you do.

Of course Seongje knows about him too.

One time he logged into your Roblox account just to “check something,” ended up playing games with WhiteDumpling for almost an hour, and afterwards spent the entire night asking if you were absolutely sure WhiteDumpling was not secretly a girl.

Now, however, Seongje is out in Seoul with Na Baek-jin for some important Union business that apparently requires both of them to be there personally, which probably means somebody is getting beaten half to death.

Dong-ha and Seong-mok are busy at the bowling alley too.

And you?

You are painfully bored.

You are scrolling through TikTok in bed when a notification suddenly pops up.

WhiteDumpling22 added you to a group chat.

You blink curiously before opening it, only to find three more usernames already inside.

RED Lettuce.

KickKick.

Blackpen.

Which somehow sound even more ridiculous than WhiteDumpling.

Seo Juntae immediately starts introducing everyone like an excited child showing off his new toys.

RED Lettuce is apparently Park Humin.

KickKick is Go Hyun-tak.

And Blackpen is Yeon Si-eun.

You end up getting comfortable with them surprisingly quickly, mostly because Humin and Hyuntak talk so much that silence is physically impossible around them. The conversation jumps from manga to anime to movies to complaints about teachers assigning work like they enjoy ruining lives.

Si-eun, meanwhile, contributes absolutely nothing except the occasional thumbs-up emoji before disappearing for thirty minutes at a time.

You honestly cannot tell if he hates all of you or if that is just his personality.

Eventually, Humin and Hyuntak invite you to their basketball practice the next day.

And because you clearly make questionable decisions, you agree.

The next morning, you head to the address they sent, which thankfully turns out to be only twenty minutes away from your place. On the way there, you stop by a convenience store to buy snacks and drinks because showing up empty-handed feels wrong when you are technically meeting online friends in real life for the first time.

When you arrive, the basketball court is already loud.

Humin and Hyuntak are practically screaming at each other while playing one-on-one, both acting like the fate of humanity depends on who scores next, while Seo Juntae awkwardly watches from the side beside Si-eun, who looks like he would rather be literally anywhere else.

Si-eun notices you first.

Of course he does.

He quietly says your name, and suddenly all three boys turn toward you at once.

Humin immediately runs over like he just reunited with a long-lost sibling.

Hyuntak greets you with that stupidly bright smile of his.

Juntae looks genuinely excited that you actually came.

And Si-eun simply gives you a small nod before returning to his drink.

Very on brand.

Eventually, the awkwardness disappears.

You end up laughing more than expected, learning basketball rules from Hyuntak, listening to Humin ramble nonstop about random nonsense, and somehow oversharing your middle school heartbreak story after Juntae asks one innocent question.

Three hours pass without you noticing.

You are sitting on the bench catching your breath when your phone vibrates.

Your face brightens instantly at the contact name.

GS : wyd?

You : omg you’re alive??

You : out with friends!! yk WhiteDumpling and his friends!!!

GS : that girl?

You : HE IS A BOY I TOLD U THIS 100 TIMES

GS : whatever

GS : back this evening

You : really??? i’ll wait at your place

You : want to eat anything?

GS : hmm you

You : stop joking seongje im serious

GS : cup noodles are fine

GS : don’t tire yourself out

You cannot help smiling at your screen like an idiot.

Eventually, you tell your friends you have to leave because your boyfriend is coming back from Seoul.

Humin refuses to let you go until you promise to come to the arcade with them on Sunday.

Hyuntak tells you to block Humin if he gets annoying.

Juntae gives you two yogurt drinks “for you and your scary boyfriend.”

And Si-eun simply nods goodbye again like a mysterious divorced man trapped inside a teenager’s body.

You are rearranging the dishes for the second time when the apartment door finally opens.

Geum Seongje walks in with a wrinkled black shopping bag hanging loosely from one hand, fresh cuts still visible across his knuckles while his glasses rest low against his nose.

He still somehow looks unfairly handsome.

The moment you see him, you rush forward and throw your arms around him.

“Hi, handsome. I missed you.”

For a second, his body relaxes against yours.

“I missed you too, princess.”

His voice comes out quieter than usual as he presses a kiss against your forehead before handing you the bag.

Inside are two plushies.

Small. Cute. Ridiculously soft-looking.

You look up at him immediately.

“Thought you’d like them,” he mutters casually before sitting down at the table like he did not just melt your heart in two seconds.

You squeal softly anyway, already taking photos of them while he watches from across the table.

And honestly?

Seeing you happy like this might genuinely be his favorite thing in the world.

Not Union.

Not fighting.

Not power.

Just you smiling over something stupid he bought because it reminded him of you.

By the time you finally look up from your phone, he is already halfway through eating.

“Seongje, why don’t you shower first?”

“A shower can wait.”

You laugh quietly under your breath.

“Dirty bastard.”

He only smirks faintly before continuing to eat.

The next day passes lazily.

You two spend most of it at home playing games, watching random movies neither of you fully pay attention to, and occasionally arguing over snacks before making up five minutes later.

At night, Seo Juntae messages you.

WD : hello ___

WD : ur still coming tomorrow right??

WD : we’ll wait for u (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃

You : ofc see u tomorrow!!

You turn toward Seongje, who is lying beside you while playing games on his phone.

“Seongje, I’m hanging out with my friends tomorrow at the arcade. Wanna come?”

Without even looking up, he answers immediately.

“I’ll pick you up.”

The arcade the next day is packed with noise, neon lights flashing across every machine while teenagers crowd around rhythm games and claw machines.

You spend almost two hours running around with the Eunjung boys.

Basketball games with Hyuntak.

Zombie shooters with Humin.

Dance battles with Juntae.

Racing games with Si-eun, who somehow destroys everyone without changing expression once.

Afterwards, the five of you collapse into seats at a nearby café while debating what to order.

That is when your phone rings.

You immediately brighten at the caller ID.

Outside the café window, you spot Seongje approaching in his black windbreaker, cigarette resting between his lips while his usual unreadable expression settles across his face.

The moment his eyes land on you, his expression softens slightly.

Then he notices who is sitting behind you.

And instantly goes cold again.

You wave excitedly before dragging him toward the table by the wrist.

The reaction is immediate.

Humin’s face drops.

Hyuntak straightens up.

Even Si-eun looks mildly concerned.

“___,” Humin says slowly, staring directly at Seongje,

“are you being held hostage?”

Hyuntak subtly moves closer to you too, like he is genuinely prepared to protect you from your own boyfriend if necessary.

Seongje scoffs.

“The fuck?”

You blink between them in confusion.

“No? He’s literally my boyfriend. Wait—do you guys know each other?”

The silence alone answers your question.

“Seriously?” Seongje mutters, clearly irritated already.

“Out of all people?”

“None of you are fighting,” you warn immediately before things escalate further.

“Because I’m ordering food for everyone.”

And somehow, against all logic, they actually listen.

So eventually, they all end up sitting at the same table like some kind of cursed peace treaty that could fall apart at any second.

The atmosphere feels strange at first.

Not awkward exactly.

Just tense in a way that makes you feel like everyone except you knows something important.

You are too busy deciding between two drinks on the menu to notice the silent staring contest happening across the table.

Geum Seongje leans back lazily in his chair, one arm resting over the back while his cigarette spins slowly between his fingers, though his eyes never fully leave the boys sitting across from him.

Part of him genuinely considers leaving.

It would honestly be easier.

He knows exactly who the Eunjang guys are, and they know exactly who he is too. A few months ago, half of them would have tried throwing punches if they saw him standing this close.

But then his gaze shifts toward you.

You are sitting beside Seo Juntae now, enthusiastically arguing with him over which drink tastes better while Hyuntak keeps trying to steal fries from your tray only for you to smack his hand away dramatically.

And for the first time in a while, you look genuinely relaxed around other people.

That alone makes him stay.

Because before him, you used to have more friends.

After dating him?

Some people avoided you completely the moment they found out you were Geum Seongje’s girlfriend, acting like you personally committed crimes with Union, while others simply drifted away because they were too scared to be associated with him.

Yet through all of it, you never once blamed him for the loneliness that occasionally followed.

You stayed.

You stayed through the late nights, through the bloodied knuckles, through the disappearances and the ugly rumors and the fact that sometimes loving him meant standing beside a monster everyone else feared.

So the least he can do is let you keep the few people who make you smile like this.

Even if those people happen to be Eunjang.

Eventually, Seongje exhales slowly before looking directly at Humin.

“You bastards better not tell her anything about Union,” he says flatly, though the threat underneath his tone is impossible to miss.

For a moment, Humin actually looks surprised.

Not because of the warning.

But because Geum Seongje is willingly letting his girlfriend stay around them at all.

Humin studies him for another second before replying more seriously than usual.

“You better not break our best friend’s heart either.”

The words hang in the air for a moment.

Hyuntak immediately nods beside him like he has already decided he would throw hands if necessary.

Meanwhile, Si-eun quietly sips his drink while looking vaguely exhausted, probably wondering how his life somehow led to sitting at the same table as Union members.

Seongje lets out a dry scoff.

“What? You gonna kill me?”

“Try it,” Humin shoots back instantly.

And honestly?

You would probably be impressed by how dramatic they are if you were actually listening.

Instead, you return to the table balancing drinks and snacks in your arms while the boys suddenly go suspiciously quiet.

Your eyes narrow immediately.

“Why do you all look so tense?” you ask while placing the trays down carefully.

“You guys look like sworn enemies or something.”

“No, princess,” Seongje replies smoothly before anyone else can speak, the corner of his lips lifting into a lazy smirk.

“Baku’s just upset because he can’t pull someone as attractive as me.”

Humin nearly chokes.

“The hell are you talking abou—”

“Oh my god not this again,” you interrupt quickly before another fight starts, immediately sitting between them like a tired kindergarten teacher separating violent children.

Hyuntak bursts out laughing.

Even Juntae looks like he is trying not to smile.

And surprisingly, Seongje actually looks calmer once your attention shifts back onto him.

So you start rambling instead.

About the dance machine earlier.

About Humin almost falling during basketball.

About how Si-eun somehow destroyed everybody in racing games while looking emotionally disconnected from reality.

Most of the conversation comes from you, Humin, Hyuntak, and Juntae.

Si-eun barely speaks.

Seongje speaks even less.

But both of them listen.

And slowly, the tension eases enough that everyone almost forgets they technically used to beat each other up.

Almost.

By the time the café starts emptying out, the sky outside has already darkened into deep shades of blue and orange.

Eventually, you all say goodbye outside the cafe.

Humin reminds you three separate times not to disappear forever just because you have a scary boyfriend.

Hyuntak tells you to message them once you get home safely.

Juntae hands you another yogurt drink “for the road.”

And Si-eun simply gives you a small nod before walking away with the others, hands shoved inside his pockets.

You wave until they disappear around the corner.

Then finally, you turn back toward Seongje.

The walk home is quieter.

Not uncomfortable.

Just peaceful.

Streetlights cast soft reflections across the pavement while Seongje walks beside you with one hand inside his pocket, cigarette resting between his lips as smoke curls into the cold night air.

For a while, neither of you says anything.

Then you glance up at him.

“You know…” you begin softly, fingers brushing against his sleeve,

“Thank you for today.”

He looks down at you then, finally snapping out of whatever thoughts were circling inside his head.

For the first time the entire evening, his expression softens properly.

Not a smirk.

Not amusement.

Just something quiet and fond.

The kind of look he only ever gives you.

“Anything for you, love.”

ivy

Masterlist

[pushinpieta]

the weak hero fandom is lacking in baekjin fanfics. i desperately need baekjin fanfics. he’s such a nuanced character with a tragic backstory. please whc writers feed us. feed the very few baekjin fans.

[aliceskzfan]

약한영웅 /// WHC HEADCANONS ── SQUIRTING!!

SYNOPSIS: when you squirt for the first time with them

PAIRINGS: whc boys (individually) x fem!reader (est. relationship)

GENRE: smut

WARNINGS: y'all it's smut (no actual intercourse though)

WORD COUNT: 2000+

NOTE: I always get lazy towards the end if u can't tell + I wrote this whole thing half asleep 😮‍💨

REBLOG for a kiss ♥︎ ─── MASTERLISTS

︴requested here

★ YEON SIEUN! ──── 연시은

• You're tangled in the sheets of his bed, the late-night quiet broken only by your shared breaths and the faint hum of the city outside.

• Sieun has always been deliberate in bed, his touches calculated yet tender, mapping your body like a puzzle he’s determined to solve. Tonight, he's between your legs, his lean frame hovering as he works two fingers inside your pussy, curling them with precision against that spot that makes your toes curl.

• His thumb circles your clit in steady rhythms, his eyes locked on your face, analyzing every gasp, every twitch, to gauge what pushes you closer to the edge. "Tell me how it feels," he murmurs, voice low and even, but there's a huskiness to it that betrays his own arousal.

• His cock presses hard against your thigh, but he ignores it, focused entirely on you. You've been together long enough that he knows your body well, but this intensity feels new—his free hand pins your hip gently, holding you steady as the pressure builds, a strange, overwhelming fullness coiling in your core.

• You whimper, arching up, your hands fisting the sheets. "Sieun, it's... too much," you gasp, but he doesn't stop, his fingers thrusting deeper, faster, his gaze sharpening with curiosity and desire.

• The sensation crests suddenly, shattering through you like a wave you can't control—your pussy clenches around his fingers, and then you're squirting, clear fluid gushing out in hot spurts that soak his hand, the sheets, even splashing against his wrist.

• Sieun stills for a split second, his eyes widening in quiet fascination, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, he watches intently as your body shudders through the orgasm, the liquid pulsing out with each aftershock.

• "That's... Wow," he says softly, almost to himself, withdrawing his fingers slowly to inspect the wetness glistening on them. There's no shock, no disgust—just analytical awe, like he's discovered something profound about you.

• He leans down immediately, pressing a kiss to your trembling thigh, his lips trailing up to your soaked folds. "Did that feel good?" he asks, voice gentle now, as he laps at the mess with careful strokes of his tongue, cleaning you while soothing the sensitivity.

• You nod, flushed and spent, and he shifts up to hold you, his body warm against yours. "We'll explore this more," he promises, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his mind already turning with ways to make it happen again, turning your first squirt into a shared secret of pleasure.

★ AHN SUHO! ──── 안수호

• The light in Suho's apartment is dimly lit, tension from your date earlier still clinging to the both of you as he backs you against the padded wall, his strong hands gripping your hips. Suho's always been direct in your relationship—protective, intense, with a raw physicality that makes every encounter feel like a claim.

• Tonight, he's on his knees before you, his broad shoulders parting your thighs as he buries his face in your pussy, tongue lapping hungrily at your clit while his fingers pump inside you, thick and unyielding.

• "You taste so fucking good," he growls against your folds, the vibration sending jolts through you. His free hand squeezes your ass, pulling you closer to his mouth, and you thread your fingers through his hair, tugging as the pleasure builds fast and fierce. Suho doesn't hold back; his fingers crook roughly, hitting that deep spot over and over, his suction on your clit relentless.

• Your legs shake, a cry escaping as the pressure swells unbearably—it's like nothing before, a tidal wave crashing inside you.

• "Suho, wait—" you start, but it's too late; your pussy spasms, and you squirt, the release forceful, spraying across his face, dripping down his chin and onto his chest. He pulls back slightly, blinking through the wetness, his eyes dark with surprise and unfiltered lust.

• A grin splits his face, feral and proud, as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "Holy shit, baby, you just... that was hot as hell," he says, voice rough with awe, not a trace of hesitation.

• He dives back in without pause, licking up the evidence of your squirt like it's the best reward, his tongue delving into your pulsing entrance to taste every drop.

• Rising to his feet, he scoops you up effortlessly, carrying you to the nearby bench where he lays you down, stripping off his soaked shirt.

• His cock is rock-hard, throbbing as he positions himself, sliding into your still-quivering pussy with one smooth thrust.

• "Gonna make you do that again around my dick," he promises, pounding into you steadily, his hands roaming your body possessively.

★ OH BEOMSEOK! ──── 오범석

• The air is thick with nervous anticipation—his touches have always been tentative at first, a mix of his inherent kindness and underlying insecurity, but once he's assured you're into it, he blooms with quiet confidence.

• You're on your back, legs spread as he hovers over you, his fingers—slender but skilled—sliding in and out of your pussy, scissoring gently while his mouth works your nipples, sucking with increasing fervor.

• "Is this okay? Does it feel good?" he asks breathlessly, glancing up at you with those wide, earnest eyes, his free hand stroking your thigh reassuringly. You've encouraged him tonight, whispering how much you want him to push harder, and he does, adding a third finger, thrusting deeper, his thumb pressing firmly on your clit in clumsy but effective circles.

• The build-up sneaks up on you, a fluttering warmth that turns insistent, your hips bucking involuntarily.

• "Beomseok, I—oh god" you moan, and then it happens: your body tenses, pussy clenching wildly as you squirt, the fluid arcing out to wet his hand, his arm, soaking the bed beneath you. He freezes, eyes going wide in shock, a flush creeping up his neck.

• But the surprise melts into wonder, his face lighting up with a shy, delighted smile. "Whoa... you... that was because of me?" he whispers, voice laced with awe and a hint of disbelief, as if he's just been given the greatest compliment.

• He doesn't pull away; instead, he strokes your sides soothingly, watching the last tremors fade. "That was amazing. You're amazing."

• Gently, he withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his lips to taste you curiously, his cheeks burning. Then he's kissing you deeply, sharing the flavor, before sliding down to clean you with soft laps of his tongue, mindful of your sensitivity.

• His cock aches against your leg, but he waits until you're ready, entering you slowly, his movements tender as he chases his own release while whispering how beautiful you looked.

★ PARK HUMIN! ──── 박후민

• He's got you bent over the edge of the bed, ass up, his thick fingers buried deep in your pussy from behind, pumping hard and fast while his other hand smacks your cheek lightly, the sting heightening every sensation.

• "Fuck, you're so wet for me," he grumbles, voice gravelly, leaning over to bite at your shoulder as his fingers curl viciously inside you, targeting that spot without mercy.

• You cry out, the pressure exploding without warning—your pussy gushes, squirting in powerful jets that drench his hand, splatter across the floor, and even hit his jeans.

• He laughs, a dark, triumphant sound, not stopping as the liquid soaks everything. "What the fuck? Look at you, making a mess for me baby," he taunts, but there's heat in his tone, approval lacing the words.

• Pulling his fingers free, he smears the wetness over your ass, then shoves his pants down, slamming his cock into you in one thrust, the slickness making it easy despite your tightness.

• "Gonna fuck this squirt right out of you," he growls, pounding relentlessly, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, chasing the way your walls flutter around him.

• He doesn't let up until you're both spent, his cum mixing with your release inside you. Collapsing beside you, Baku pulls you against his chest roughly, his breathing heavy.

• "To be honest I didn't expect you to do that, but damn... It's definitely not the last time," he mutters, a rare softness in his eyes as he kisses your forehead, his possessiveness wrapping around you like a blanket.

★ GO HYUNTAK! ──── 고현탁

• Hyuntak's playfulness turns everything into a game, even in bed—his cocky grin as he pins you to the mattress in his cluttered room, surrounded by posters of fighters and scattered clothes.

• He's teasing you tonight, fingers dancing along your pussy lips before plunging in, three at once to stretch you, his mouth hovering over your clit, blowing hot breaths before sucking hard.

• "Bet I can make you scream louder than last time," he challenges, winking up at you, his thrusts playful but insistent, twisting his wrist to hit every angle.

• You laugh breathlessly at first, but it shifts to moans as the coil tightens, unfamiliar and intense.

• When you squirt, it's messy and sudden, spraying over his face and chest in arcs that make him sputter and pull back, eyes comically wide. Then he bursts out laughing, wiping his eyes.

• "Holy fuck, you just hosed me down! That's new—and kinda badass," he says, grinning like he won a prize, no judgment, just delighted surprise.

• He doesn't miss a beat, licking his lips with exaggerated flair before diving back in, slurping noisily at your gushing pussy. "Tastes like victory," he jokes, fingers still working you through the aftershocks until you're limp.

• Sliding up, he enters you with a playful thrust, his hips snapping in a rhythm that's fun and fervent, drawing out more whimpers.

• Post-climax, Hyuntak flops beside you, pulling you into a loose hug, still chuckling. "Gotta do that again—maybe aim for the ceiling next time." His teasing fades into genuine affection as he strokes your hair, making sure you're okay, his lighthearted nature turning the surprise into a shared adventure.

★ GEUM SEONGJE! ──── 금성제

• Seongje's apartment is a reflection of his inner self—minimalist furniture, bookshelves stuffed with unorganized books and trinkets, the air carrying a faint scent of smoke and cologne.

• You're on all fours on his crisp sheets, the city lights filtering through half-drawn blinds as he kneels behind you, his long fingers easing into your pussy with measured strokes, each one deliberate, building layers of sensation like stacking moves in a calculated plan.

• "Breathe with me," he instructs softly, his voice a steady anchor amid your rising whimpers, one hand splayed on your lower back to guide your arch while the other works deeper, scissoring and curling to explore every inch.

• He's patient, observing your reactions—the way your muscles tense, the hitch in your breath—adjusting his rhythm accordingly.

• His thumb joins the fray, circling your clit with firm, consistent pressure, turning the intimacy into a symphony he conducts flawlessly.

• The tension mounts gradually, a strategic escalation that leaves you teetering on the brink, your body humming with anticipation. Seongje senses the shift, his free hand sliding up to cup your breast, pinching your nipple in time with his thrusts.

• "Let go for me," he murmurs, leaning forward to press kisses along your spine, his composure unwavering even as his own arousal strains against his pants.

• When the dam breaks, it's profound—your pussy pulses violently, squirting in rhythmic waves that soak his hand, trickle down your thighs, and darken the fabric beneath you.

• He doesn't falter; instead, he watches with quiet fascination, a subtle arch of his brow the only sign of surprise as the fluid continues to flow.

• He laughs breathlessly under his breath, withdrawing his fingers slowly to trace the glistening trails on your skin. "You're perfect for me baby"

★ NA BAEKJIN! ──── 나백진

• You're perched on his lap on the wide couch, facing him, his powerful hands guiding your hips as he sinks two thick fingers into your pussy, the stretch immediate and demanding, his thumb pressing hard against your clit from the start.

• "Sit still and take it," he orders, voice a gravelly command that sends shivers through you, his piercing eyes holding yours captive as he thrusts upward with unyielding force, each movement designed to dismantle your control.

• His free arm bands around your waist, pulling you closer, his breath hot on your neck as he nips at your skin, marking you subtly. The intensity is overwhelming, his fingers crooking to assault that deep spot relentlessly, building a fire that consumes every rational thought.

• You cling to his shoulders, nails digging in as the pressure surges, a storm he orchestrates without mercy. "Baekjin, I—" you gasp, but he silences you with a fierce kiss, swallowing your cries as your body betrays you spectacularly.

• Your pussy convulses, squirting in forceful jets that flood his hand, soak his pants, and puddle on the leather beneath, the release raw and unfiltered under his gaze.

• His eyes flash with dark triumph, a low growl rumbling from his chest as he holds you pinned through the torrent, fingers never ceasing their assault to milk every last drop.

• "Good girl" he mutters, voice edged with satisfaction, withdrawing only when you're shuddering in his grasp. He lifts his hand, inspecting the sheen before bringing his fingers to your lips, commanding you to taste yourself. "All mine."

★ KANG WOOYOUNG! ──── 강우영

• You're pressed against the cool wall of his bedroom, his solid frame caging you as he lifts one of your legs, fingers sliding into your pussy with silent precision, the pads grazing your walls expertly from the outset.

• No preamble, just his heated stare boring into yours, urging you to feel every deliberate curl and thrust, his thumb joining to rub your clit in tight, insistent circles that build heat methodically.

• His free hand braces beside your head, muscles flexing, the only sounds your shared breaths and the slick slide of his hand.

• Wooyoung's quiet draws you in, making the intimacy feel profoundly personal, his body heat enveloping you as he angles deeper, hitting that elusive spot with unerring accuracy.

• The climax approaches stealthily, a silent explosion waiting to erupt, your body tensing against his as whimpers escape unbidden.

• He senses it, leaning in to capture your lips in a deep, consuming kiss, muffling your cries as you squirt— the fluid gushing down his arm, pooling at your feet, a warm cascade that marks the wall faintly.

• His eyes widen fractionally in the dim light, surprise flickering before it settles into a profound, wordless pride.

• He doesn't withdraw immediately; instead, his fingers slow to gentle strokes, guiding you through the tremors, his gaze softening with quiet awe. "You're doing that at least two more times before we go to sleep,"

tags: @heartshapesandcigarettes @b3kisses @oyasumiaikko (lmk if u wanna be tagged)

[michi-katsu]

Could you write a smut about Moon Baek actually submitting (like in the nsfw alphabet). Like his partner is having a horrible week and he keeps fantasizing about her taking her frustration out on him and eventually figures it out and does end up making him a mess..

I need sub Moon Baek so baaaad

This was HOT to write😍thanks for requesting, love.❤️‍🔥

🔞Moon Baek NSFW🔞Him submitting to you.❤️‍🔥

Pairing: Moon Baek x fem!reader.

Genre: Smut.

The week had been a relentless grind for you, each day piling on more stress until you felt like you were unraveling at the seams. Deadlines piling up at work, endless meetings that dragged on, and even the smallest annoyances—like the endless rain soaking your clothes—pushed you closer to the edge. Baek, as your boyfriend, noticed it all. He saw the tension in your furrowed brow, his eyes lingering a little too long on the way your shoulders slumped when you collapsed onto the couch each evening. But beneath his concern, something darker stirred in him—a fantasy that had been brewing for days.

His eyes on the way your shoulders slumped, or those frustrated sighs escaping your lips. He loved you like this—raw, unfiltered, on edge. Every time you snapped at your phone or groaned about another email, his mind wandered to images of you unleashing that pent-up fury on him. Even thought he loved taking the lead in bed, his confident touches and commanding presence making you melt, lately, he'd caught himself imagining the reverse: you, unleashing all that pent-up frustration on him, using his body as your outlet. The thought of submitting to you, of letting you dominate him completely, sent a thrill straight to his core.

He pictured your thighs clamped around his head, your hips grinding down as you rode his face without mercy. It aroused him in ways he couldn't ignore, his cock twitching at the mere idea of your shy demeanor cracking open to reveal a commanding side. That friday evening, as you kicked off your shoes and sank into the bed with a sigh, Baek approached cautiously, handing you a glass of wine. He knelt beside you, his hand gently rubbing your thigh. 'You've had a rough week,' he murmured, his voice soft but laced with intent. 'Let me help you unwind.'

You nodded wearily, too exhausted to protest as he guided you to lie back, his fingers deftly peeling away your clothes until you were bare from the waist down. 'Come here', he said, laying down on the mattress as he guided you to sit on his face, his breath warm against your skin. Starting slow, Baek pressed a tender kiss to your inner thigh, then another, inching closer to your core. His tongue flicked out gently, tracing the soft folds of your pussy with deliberate care. You shivered, the first spark of arousal cutting through your fatigue. 'Just relax,' he whispered against you, his lips brushing your clit as he licked again, flat and languid. 'Let me take care of this for you.'

His words were calm, soothing, as his tongue delved deeper, lapping at your entrance with unhurried strokes. The wetness gathered quickly under his attention, your body responding despite the shyness that made you hesitate to fully spread your legs. As he worked, Baek's voice grew a little bolder, muffled slightly by your skin. 'You know, you don't have to hold back,' he said between licks, his tongue circling your clit before dipping lower. 'Move on me if you want. Grind down harder—use my face to get that stress out.' He sealed his mouth over your folds, sucking lightly, encouraging you with a hum that vibrated through you.

You bit your lip, arousal building as his words sank in. He was offering himself up, guiding you toward something more intense. Tentatively, you shifted your hips, pressing against his mouth. He groaned in approval, his hands gripping your thighs to pull you closer.'That's it,' Baek murmured, his tongue thrusting shallowly into you. 'Place your hips wherever you need. Make me lick exactly what you want—anything. Use me like that to let it all go.' His fantasy was unfolding, and the submission in his tone only fueled your growing confidence. You were still tired, your movements shy at first, but the heat pooling in your belly urged you on. With a soft moan, you rocked forward, grinding your pussy against his lips. He responded eagerly, his tongue flattening to let you set the pace, licking broad strokes as you moved. 'Don't be shy—press down on me, ride my tongue however you need.'

Emboldened, you took the lead. Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him tighter as you began to face fuck him in earnest. 'Like this?' you asked breathlessly, your shyness fading into raw need. Baek's eyes locked on yours, dark with lust, his cock straining against his pants at the sight of you dominating him. He nodded frantically, words lost as you ground down harder, smothering him with your wetness. 'Yes—fuck, just like that,' he managed to gasp when you lifted slightly, only to plunge back down. Moon Baek groaned into you, his tongue plunging into your entrance, lapping at your walls with sloppy, desperate strokes. He sucked on your clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue, his hands gripping your thighs as you rode his face roughly, he choked slightly when you ground down harder, but he didn't stop—couldn't stop. The submission lit him up, his cock throbbing untouched.

The overstimulation of your senses—the slick sounds, his muffled moans—pushed you higher. You moaned, the dual sensations overwhelming as you face-fucked him harder, alternating both your tight holes on his tongue. He devoured you sloppily, saliva mixing with your juices, his muffled groans sending vibrations through your core. The sight of him like this—flushed, obedient, utterly consumed by your pleasure—ignited something primal in you. And him? He was terribly aroused by your dominance, his hips bucking uselessly into the air, pre-cum soaking through his boxers. Nothing had ever turned him on like this, you, his usually shy girlfriend, fucking his face with abandon, your dominance, so unexpected and fierce, flipping your usual dynamic.

Your pace quickened, thighs trembling as you chased release. Baek's hands kneaded your ass, spreading you wider to give his tongue better access. 'Don't stop,' you panted, grinding so hard his nose pressed into your clit, his tongue worked frantically now, plunging into your pussy then flicking to your ass, eating you out with desperate fervor, his tongue circling your tight holes as you rocked against him. The pressure built unbearably, and with a cry, you came undone, your orgasm crashing over you. Juices flooded his mouth, dripping down his chin as you made a glorious mess of his face. Panting, you slid down his body, your eyes gleaming with newfound power. Besides breathless, Baek looked wrecked—flushed, soaked, and utterly submissive—his cock throbbing visibly through his pants.

You stripped him quickly, tearing his shirt open, unbuttoning his pants and bringing his boxers down his knees, freeing his hard length, thick and veined, leaking at the tip. You straddled his hips, feeling the heat of him against your slick folds as you positioned yourself, Baek's hands gripped your thighs longingly, his gaze dark with need. 'Fuck, Y/N... take me.' His broad head parting your pussy lips before you impaled yourself on him in one swift motion. He gasped, throwing his head back as your tight pussy enveloped him completely. 'Fuck,' he groaned. He stretched you perfectly, filling you to the brim, and you both gasped at the sensation—your walls clenching around his thickness, wet and eager.

Taking the lead, you started to ride him savagely, hips rolling in hard, demanding circles, lifting up to slam back down, driving his cock deep into your core with each thrust. Baek moaned loudly, the sound raw and unrestrained, his head throwing back against the pillow, neck corded with tension as pleasure contorted his features—eyes squeezing shut, mouth falling open in a gasp. 'Oh god, y/n... your pussy... it's fucking destroying me,' he panted, staring up at you through half-lidded eyes when he could manage, the intensity in his gaze making your clit throb. His hands gripped you harder by the moments, fingers bruising your hips as he tried to buck up into you, but your relentless pace kept him pinned, a pleasure mess beneath you. He writhed, muscles flexing, veins popping along his arms as he clutched at you desperately, moans spilling from his lips in broken waves—deep, guttural sounds that vibrated through his chest.

His scars shifted with each heave of his body, and he looked utterly wrecked, face twisted in ecstasy, trying to thrust back, overwhelmed by how your tight heat milked his cock. You drove him harder, grinding down to feel every ridge and vein drag against your inner walls, your own moans mixing with his as pleasure built. Baek's control shattered first—he came with a shattered cry, cock pulsing wildly inside you, hot cum flooding your pussy in thick spurts. 'Y/N! Fuck... I love you... can't hold—ah!' His body arched, hands clamping down like vices, head thrown back again as he rode out the orgasm, completely undone by the way you fucked him.

He was no stranger to multiple rounds—he could go again and again, drawing out ecstasy, he was used to drawing out his pleasure, never cumming just once—but under your control, you drove him wild, you fucked the hell out of him, pushing him toward the edge relentlessly, fucking him so intensely that overstimulation set in quickly. His moans turned breathless, ragged, body arching as you set a brutal pace, your hips crashing down without pause. 'God, yes,' he panted, overwhelmed, his cock pulsing inside you despite the sensitivity. You came again with a shudder, pussy spasming around him, milking his cock until he couldn't hold back. Baek cried out, spilling deep inside you with hot spurts once more, his orgasm ripping through him in waves. But you didn't stop riding through his sensitivity, drawing out every last drop until he was until he was babbling incoherently, cock twitching with aftershocks.

Only then did you slow, collapsing onto his chest, both of you breathless, spent and sated, in that moment, all the week's horrors felt distant, Baek held you close, a grin breaking through his exhaustion, already craving the next time you'd take charge.Your dominance fueled everything; Baek's mind spun with how perfectly you owned him, your frustration morphing into erotic command that aroused him beyond measure.

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[michi-katsu]

Submissive moon who gets tied up and used (in a loving way of course) until he's overstimulated.. maybe blindfolded too and he gets taken care of afterrr ☺️

Adored this one, babe.♥️😍Hope you like it.

🔞Moon Baek NSFW🔞 Surrender.

Pairing: Moon Baek x fem!reader.

Genre: Smut.

The lamp casting soft shadows across the walls as Moon Baek sits at the edge of the mattress, his broad shoulders filling out the crisp black suit jacket that clings to his powerful frame. He tilts his head with that signature playful smirk—cool and collected, the curve of his lips giving away the teasing intent. 'So, what are you gonna do to me, babe?'He drawls, voice deep and teasing, removing the shades to reveal those sharp, inviting eyes locked on yours.

You step closer, heart quickening at the sight of him—towering even seated, he's all lean muscle and broad shoulders, but tonight, he's yours to command. Straddling his hips, you place your hand on his chest, you feel the steady thrum beneath the fabric. 'On your back,' you command softly, pushing just enough to guide him down. He lets out a dramatic sigh, but complies with fluid grace, easing onto the sheets, arms spreading out in mock surrender.

His face stays playful, eyebrows waggling as he settles, suit rumpling against the bed. 'Surrender.' You tease, tracing his jawline before pushing him flat. He complies with exaggerated ease, letting you pin his shoulders down. With a mischievous grin, he flexes arms draped loosely as if surrendering already, knowing how well he could overpower you in a heartbeat but chooses not to. You lean in to capture his mouth in a heated kiss, tongues sliding together before you pull back.

From the nightstand, you grab the silk ties, securing his wrists to the headboard with firm loops. He tests them, biceps bulging under the jacket sleeves, but settles back with a grin. 'Feels secure. Don't hold back.' The blindfold follows—a soft black cloth that you drape over his eyes, tying it snug. His chest expands with a sharp inhale, senses sharpening in the dark, heightening every touch as you unbutton his shirt, exposing the hard planes of his chiseled, scarred torso. 'Take me, then. I'm helpless.'

Your hands roam freely, pinching his nipples until he arches, a soft groan escaping him. 'Tell me how that feels,' you whisper, grinding your hips against the growing bulge in his pants. He swallows hard. 'Like I can't wait for you to wreck me.' Emboldened, you unbuckle his belt, yanking his pants and boxers down in one swift motion. His cock springs free, thick and veined, already leaking at the tip.

Leaning in, you drag your tongue along his length, from balls to tip, savoring the twitch of his hips. 'Fuck, yes,' he breathes, voice husky. You suck deeper, hollowing your cheeks as your tongue swirls around the head, he bucks lightly, bound hands pulling at the ties, moans vibrating through his chest, you suck harder, until his thighs quiver, but you release him with a pop, leaving him glistening and aching.

Straddling his waist, you shed your own clothes, pussy already wet and needy. You guide his cock to your entrance, sinking down slowly, inch by stretching inch until he's buried to the hilt. The fullness makes you both moan—he's so deep, hitting every nerve. You start rolling your hips, grinding in circles that make his blindfolded head tip back. 'Fuck, you feel incredible,' he pants, body arching to meet your rhythm.

Blindfolded and bound, he's at your mercy, every roll of your body drawing whimpers from him. You ride him steadily, hands braced on his chest, nails digging in just enough to mark. His head thrashes against the pillow, breaths coming in pants. 'Babe... you're killing me.' You pick up speed, slamming down harder, your clit grinding against his pelvis with each thrust, his blindfolded face contorts in pleasure, mouth parting on a curse as he thrusts up to meet you.

He tenses beneath you, cock throbbing inside. 'I'm close—'. He comes with a guttural moan, spilling hot cum deep into you, body shuddering. You ride through it, walls milking him dry, your bounces turning forceful, breasts jiggling with each descent as you keep chasing your own release, the slick slide of him still hard enough to hit that spot inside. Your orgasm crashes over you, walls pulsing as you grind through it, milking every last drop from him, you keep going, slick with his cum, your walls clenching to pull him back to full stiffness, he's no stranger to multiple rounds in a row; he easily stays semi-hard.

Second round builds fast—you lean forward, nails raking his pecs as you slam down, drawing out the sensations, his moans turn desperate, hips jerking uncontrollably despite the restrains, the wet slap of skin echoing. 'Yes, just like that,' you encourage, feeling your own climax build. It hits you hard, body shaking as you flood around him, but you don't stop, riding through the sensitivity until he comes again, weaker this time, a strained grunt escaping.

'You're killing me,' he breathes, laughing weakly, but arches into it. Remounting, you take him slower this time, rolling your hips in languid circles, hands braced on his pecs. His breaths come in pants, body slick with sweat, every nerve alight, sweat beading on his forehead, but you sense he's game for more—always is. Sliding off, you lick the mixed fluids from his cock, teasing the slit until he hardens once more. 'Babe, you're relentless,' he laughs breathlessly, though his voice wavers.

You mount him again, slower, drawing it out, your hands on his thighs for leverage. Each thrust milks him, his body trembling under the onslaught, overstimulation sets in—his cock twitches erratically as you fuck him steadily, your fingers circling your clit to build your peak. He begs hoarsely, 'Fuck babe,' but his hips still rise, chasing the edge. You shatter around him, pussy spasming, and he follows with a broken sob, cum spilling weakly, body convulsing.

By the fourth time, it's too much—even for him. You fuck him steadily, harshly slamming down his length, using his cock to bully your own cervix, his moans turn to pleas. 'Too sensitive... fuck, I can't hold—' He breaks with a sob, cum leaking out in thin ropes, his cock jerking painfully inside you. You come one last time, pussy fluttering, but ease off, recognizing the edge he's teetered over, he hasn't had a single second to recover from your insatiable hunger. He's a wreck—sweat-slicked skin, blindfold askew, you have him begging incoherently as overstimulation borders on pain. 'Please...I surrender,' his voice trembling.

Gently, you untie the ropes, rubbing circulation back into his wrists with soft kisses. The blindfold slips away, heterochromatic eyes blink open, dazed and adoring, pupils blown wide. 'You really went all out this time,' he murmurs, voice hoarse, pulling you down against his chest. His arms, free now, wrap around you loosely, too spent to hold tight.

You fetch a damp towel, wiping him clean with tender strokes along his softening cock, his inner thighs, the sticky trails on his stomach. He sighs contentedly, letting you care for him, fingers idly tracing your spine. 'Feels amazing,' he whispers, nuzzling your hair. You massage his shoulders next, kneading the knots from his bound tension, then trail lower, soothing his overworked muscles with light touches.

Settling beside him, you pull the covers up, his head resting on your breast as you run fingers through his tousled hair. 'You looked so hot, by the way,' you chucle softly, pressing lips to his temple. He hums, large hand splaying over your hip, thumb circling lazily. 'Only for you. Love how you take charge.' His mouth finds your neck, planting lazy kisses, not heated but affectionate, bodies molding together in the quiet.

The room fills with your shared breaths, slowing to a synced rhythm. He shifts to capture your lips in a slow, deep kiss, tongues tangling gently, tasting the remnants of passion. 'Stay like this forever?' he asks against your mouth, eyes half-lidded and warm. You smile, fingers weaving through his. 'As long as you want.' He chuckles softly, pulling you closer, legs entwining as sleep tugs at you both, wrapped in sated, loving haze.

Have more Moon Baek smut coming🔞🖤 *Requests are open!*

[revolvingsaturn]

𝜗𝜚 a very needy Megumi fucking into your hand

| content: fist-fucking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, men whimpering, implied blowjob, he cums from you holding him down just read it okay, dumbification..? (m)

a/n: oh my god exams are ruining me but I wrote this instead of studying, so…

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“Stop squirming away, Megs.” You breathe, words ghosting like casual conversation over his bare throat.

“C-can’t-“ he gasps, slick hips already stuttering into your clenched palm as he fucks his cock into your fist. “Sorry, sorry I’ll- ill be quiet, ‘m being too loud-“

Megumi doesn’t like it. Don't get him wrong, he loves the feeling of your warm hand, adores the way he can let his mind finally haze over for once- but he hates the noises he makes. Maybe he doesn’t in the moment, when your thumb is rubbing dainty circles over his twitchy tip, but he dreads the peals that rip from his mouth.

“Mmm, I don’t think you’re being loud enough f’me.” You smile, palm slowing to an almost standstill, “you can be good, can’t you? Unless... you want me to stop?”

Megumi isn’t sure he can trust himself to do anything right now other than groan- moan, even- in a plea. “No, no, keep going- need it-“ his voice cracks around the syllables, like his throat is all too used to constricting around his true feelings- and now he’s allowed to voice them, the torrent is unbearably strong.

“Need you-“ he gasps, pelvis moving on its own. You’re delighted; every buck of his hips has more pre spilling across your knuckles and leaking onto his sopping happy trail as you kiss the skin around his base, saline peppering your tastebuds.

“Better.” You coo in affirmation, “you’re doing good for me, Megs. Just gotta keep it up, yeah?”

He nods blindly, face shoving embarrassedly into his forearm as he throws it haphazardly across his pretty eyes. Megumi’s skin is flushed a shade of deep pink reserved only for you, spattering across his cheeks and nose in an outward manifestation of whatever he’s feeling inside.

And, clearly, he’s feeling a lot- your hand picks up its pace again, and he gasps. His breath hitches, stuttering in and out every time your fingers tighten; slick, wet sounds of slippery sex buzz in the air around you, only made worse by the noise that rips out of him when you hold his hips down.

It’s an absent minded decision on your behalf. His hips just kept bucking, rolling into your palm, and you wanted to set the pace- so, naturally, you just had to splay all five fingers across his hipbone to still the movements!

“F-fuck!” He moans, cock twitching as swathes of white dribble across your hand. You gape up at him in shock, hand still holding his hips into place.

“Oh, Megs…” you breathe, as gone as he is and on so less touch. “Megs, did you just cum from that?”

“Shut up.” He chokes out, throat bobbing above you. “Oh, fuck, wait-“

Your hand grips him tighter, determined to push him into waves of overlapping stimulation; pearls of cum bead on your skin, drooling messily all over his veins, his happy trail- and your hand is there to clean it alllllllll up.

One thing you notice about Megumi Fushiguro, noticed very early on, in fact, is that he’s always thinking.

Always.

About everything.

So isn’t it only fair he gets to go stupid every once in a while?

“Mnngh-“ he muffles into his own bicep, abdomen clenching with the sheer effort it’s taking him not to orgasm right there. “Shit- c-can’t-“

“Oh, but you can, Megs.” Your voice purrs from below, lips brushing across his pretty hips. “I know you can.”

As if to prove your own point, your nail skims the underside of his sticky cock, the edge justttttt grazing the vein striking along the length. Megumi bucks, cries out, brain too foggy to think of anything else-

And he cums, back arching off the covers just slightly as the final rivulets of indulgent, achromatic white snake across your fingertips. He’s shaking, trembling under your fluttering touch, unable to watch-

"I can't," he breathes, throat bobbing with the force of concealing any more moans. It fails. "Please- oh, fuck, don't look at me like that-"

But he can't tear his eyes away. Dizzying, tearily, he forces open his long lashes to peer down at you, and he almost cries; you look so perfect. Focused on him, on his pleasure, soft hand schlicking across his hard length and using his own cum as lubricant for your lewd ministrations- Megumi thinks he's going to break in half.

He looks like he might- stomach clenching inwards, the hand in your hair (when did that get there?) resting at the crown of your head. His fingers, pale and trembling, clench into your tresses as he moans. The hand travels blindly across your scalp and your skull, cupping your jaw as you lean up and into his shaky touch.

Your hand doesn't stop once- maybe it changes its pace, maybe you lean down to drop a glob of saliva onto his tip, gleaming as it swirls down and mixes with the cum on your knuckles, but it never stops. And Megumi thinks he's going to go insane.

He can't think, even if he tried- two orgasms in, and another threatening to blank out all of his senses as you jerk your fist unforgivingly around him. Or, maybe, it is forgiving- a release you aren't making him wait for, work for- all he has to do is lie there and melt into your gentle palm as you messily jerk his cock.

"M'gonna-" he groans, hand curling into the bedsheets, your hair, wrapping around your hand and letting go like it burns him. Anything he can reach, just so he can peak without losing his consciousness. Strings of pearly white paint your hand- even your face, spurting up to splash across your flushed cheek and drip pornographically to your lips. He's still cumming, riding out the waves of his high blindly as you put your mouth on him.

Your lips closes around his pink tip, tongue swirling once- and he whimpers. A full blown, pathetic, needy, slutty whimper, and you just about think you could cum, too.

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a/n: MEGUMI WHIMPERING WHO CHEERED?!?! + this is a continuation (sort of) of these headcanons, which were originally inspired by @lipstainedgemini ‘s LOVELY posts about slutty Megumi <3

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@esavyrse @f33bs @loverofladybugs @p3stop3sta @arabellasolstice @dreamcastgirl99 @starsandni7 @sharkiethrts @what-the-jams @likstars @elenathriel @gyusheadphones

[choivae]

ᝰ.ᐟ choso begging you to squeeze him with your thighs while eating you out ⸝⸝ 18+ mdni

"ah—cho, please—"

the words broke apart in your throat, dissolving into a ragged, breathless moan that echoed softly in the quiet bedroom. you gripped the damp bedsheets on either side of your head, your knuckles turning white as his tongue traced a slow, agonizingly deep stroke right over your clit.

he was relentless. he had been down there for what felt like hours, his heavy, rhythmic hums vibrating right through your skin every time you cried out his name.

"f-fuck—feels so good," you gasped, your hips lifting off the mattress instinctively, chasing the friction of his mouth. "right there—please..."

choso didn't speak. he only let out a low, dark growl of approval against your wet cunt, his large hands sliding up the insides of your thighs to hold you open wider. the deliberate, heavy rhythm of his mouth was blurring your vision, driving you past your absolute limit.

every lick was perfectly calculated, heavy and soaked with intention, until a particularly sharp, blinding wave of pleasure rippled straight through your spine.

your body reacted before your mind could register it. seeking an anchor against the overwhelming sensation, your thighs clamped shut instinctively, trapping his head securely between them.

choso let out a muffled, surprised sound against your folds, the sudden restriction cutting off his breath.

panicking, you immediately opened your legs back up, your breath hitching as your face burned with embarrassment. "oh my god, baby, i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to—i wasn't thinking—"

"don't," he cut you off, his voice raspy, deeper, and rougher than you had ever heard it. he looked up, his dark eyes dilated so wide they looked almost entirely black, a faint, dark flush creeping up his neck and dusting his cheekbones.

he gripped the insides of your knees, his fingers digging into your skin with a possessiveness that made your blood run hot. "shit—do it again."

"w-what? but i—"

"please," he begged, the word slipping out with a desperate, breathless edge that made your stomach flip. his chest was heaving. "squeeze me again. oh fuck—just like that, baby. lock your legs."

the raw hunger in his expression made it impossible to refuse. slowly, hesitantly, you brought your thighs back together, locking him in place once more, applying a firm, steady pressure against his neck.

a low, ragged groan escaped him, vibrating directly against your sensitive bud. he buried his face back into you, his tongue working with a newfound, frantic intensity that completely derailed your thought process. "harder," he mumbled against your pussy, his hands sliding up to your hips, fingers bruisingly tight as he anchored you. "squeeze harder, baby."

you complied, tightening your hold, completely overwhelmed by the blinding intensity of it. you were caught so deeply in the throes of your own approaching climax that the world narrowed down to just the pressure of your legs and the wicked, relentless motion of his mouth.

because of the sensory overload, you didn't notice the subtle, rhythmic motion beneath you at first. you didn't realize that with every tight squeeze of your thighs restricting his airflow, choso was heavily, desperately humping his clothed length straight into the mattress. he was completely losing himself in the friction, his hips rolling in a tight, frantic pattern against the sheets, riding the intoxicating sensation of being choked by you.

your climax hit like a freight train, your walls pulsing violently around his tongue as a loud cry left your lips. you squeezed him tight, your thighs locking like a vice as you rode the wave.

right as you peaked, choso let out a choked, broken sound. his whole body went rigid beneath you. his hips gave one last, hard, desperate shove into the mattress, his fingers digging so deeply into your hips it was almost painful. he trembled violently, his breath catching in a long, shuddering gasp as he buried his face entirely in your thigh, hiding himself away as he spent.

as the sparks in your vision began to fade and your breathing slowed, you gradually loosened the grip of your legs. choso slumped forward, resting his forehead against your stomach, his chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow pants.

it was only then, as the quiet returned to the room, that you noticed the heavy, uneven thumping of his heart against your leg, and the distinct, damp heat pressing through the fabric of his trousers right where he had been pinning himself to the bed.

you blinked down at him, your hand coming up to rest in his dark hair. "cho...?"

he didn't move for a long moment, completely spent, his shoulders still twitching slightly. when he finally looked up, his face was completely flushed, eyes heavy and hooded with a profound, dazed satisfaction. he swallowed hard, a sheepish but utterly dark look in his eyes as he realized you had figured it out. he hadn't even touched himself; he had finished purely from the friction of the bed and the suffocating pressure of your thighs.

"told you," he murmured, his voice a gravelly whisper as he leaned up to kiss your jaw, completely unbothered by his own ruined state. "i liked it."

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𝜗𝜚 when your stoic, hot, secretly pervy roommate Megumi Fushiguro accidentally sends you a nude, what else is there to do but march next door and help him out?

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Pervyroommate!Megumi, who gets off with your suspiciously ‘missing’ panties at least a few times a week, pale fingers looping the fabric tightly around his sensitive cock as tiny whimpers slip from the drooling mouth he just can't seem to keep quiet.

“Hey, Megumi?” You’d questioned awkwardly a few days ago, “you haven’t, ah… you haven’t seen any of my underwear, right? I can’t find a few pairs.”

“Nope.” He’d lied, teeth gritting as he thought about the small pile of soiled lace sitting under his pillow.

Pervyroommate!Megumi, who likes to take photos of himself after he finishes getting off with them- of his toned abdomen, the stained panties lying plastered with cum to his skin.

If he’s feeling particularly pent-up, he’ll take multiple- pixels glittering as they assemble into the most debauched pictures, happy trail slick as his fingers card, perversely fascinated, through the mess he’s made. He watches the way the alabastrine dips into the ridges of his abs, the glossy spill of it trickling down to his sensitive base.

Pervyroommate!Megumi, who has nobody to send the photos to, obviously. He just gets off on imagining your face if he was to send them over to you, just through the wall. Would you gasp? Soak a pair of panties he’s no doubt came in before, having worked his way through desecrating almost your entire drawer by now?

He only knows he's almost came in every pair because he likes to sneak in while you're out and gently trace the clean rows of material, folded neatly up inside the drawer. He always feels ashamed about it afterwards, struggling to meet your eyes, but never too ashamed to stop getting hard over it.

Would you storm into his room, pissed off and flustered and so, so hot, and call him that little magic word that has him twitching back to life in his hand again?

Pervert.

Pervyroommate!Megumi, who’s so caught up in his little fantasy he doesn’t even notice the slip of his thumb until it’s too late, until he hears the horrifyingly cheery ping! of the ‘message sent’ notification and realises what he’s done.

Your phone buzzes quietly on your desk, signifying a new notification. Distracted by the half-finished essay open on your laptop, your hand misses the mark a few times before successfully opening the messaging app.

It’s from Megumi. Your brows furrow a little- what could he want so late? He’s only next door anyway, right?

Your thumb slides open the chat, and you almost drop your phone in shock, fingers scrambling to check if you’ve seen your screen right- because it’s not just a message from Megumi, it’s a photo.

A photo of him.

Or, to be more specific, his dick. Or, to be even more specific...

The camera is unfocused and slightly blurry, low lighting framing the shadows his still-hard cock leaves upon his pelvis. Megumi’s abdomen is coated in a few droplets of white, and his fingers are smearing through the mess in the photo. It’s so erotic you blush, like something you’d only see on a seedy porn site.

You’re soaked already, and that’s before you spot them- the scrap of very familiar navy lace (his favourite colour- predictable, you suppose) tangled up around his base. The frills are sticky with cum, and you jolt.

Pervyroommate!Megumi, who panics next door, phone slung awkwardly in the hand not still wrapped around his leaky cock. He hopes against all common logic that the photo in fact hasn't gone through, and you'll remain none the wiser to his dirty little habit. But, then again...

Pervyroommate!Megumi, who’s hard as soon as he hears your gasp from behind the thin wall. He sits there, frozen, in his desk chair, hand fisting around his length as tiny beads flow down the veins.

He is soooo fucked.

“Megumi.” You say quietly, pushing open the door, eyes fixated on the sticky mess still spreading gloriously across his abs. Exactly like the photo.

“Shit- I didn’t mean to-“ he moans unintentionally, hand squeezing, “I just- slipped-“

“Did you-“ you breathe, chest heaving beneath your top, “did you want me to see it?”

Pervyroommate!Megumi, who gulps so thickly he may as well be swallowing cement, and nods shakily. There’s strands of black plastered to his forehead, a testament to just how long he’d been touching himself for before the photo. Huh, he's into edging. You note it, then tuck that away for later.

The carpet dips under your bare feet as you stride towards him cautiously, eyes tracking the jerk of his hips when your lips glide up his sensitive nape before stopping to bite his earlobe. “Oh, Megs… you’re so worked up.” You purr dangerously, fingers trailing over his bare chest.

“Can I help?” Your voice is sweet and sugared, but your actions are anything but as your knees bend.

Megumi can’t quite believe it- you’re knelt between his spread thighs, thumb brushing lightly over the head of his cock as he sucks in a breath through bitten lips. “Shit- s’good, ah-“

Glutinous droplets of pre soak into your tastebuds as you slowly take him into your mouth, the warmth of your throat tightening while you take him even deeper; his hips twitch upwards, and the cylindrical print of his dick inside your cheek is obscene.

“Mmm…” you moan, popping off long enough to stare, transfixed, at the way his happy trail glistens. Under other circumstances, maybe you would’ve kissed along it and savoured the pent-up noises he’d undoubtedly make- but right now, all you’re focused on is getting him to cum.

He hisses when you mouth around him again, tongue swiping along the veins creeping around his pale skin up to the blushing tip. “Shit, you’re really- hck- really… you…”

Poor, pathetic Megumi- part of you wants to stop, let his brain reshape into something coherent, thumb away the tears threatening to spill onto his rosy cheeks; but the other part of you doesn't. It craves to see him fall apart even more, sensitive slit just drooling saline pre into your mouth. It's this side that wins, that flourishes into something nasty and cruel and gleeful when he begins whimpering so loudly it makes you moan back into him.

"Hnngh- just- fuck, just let me-"

You trail a hand up his front as high as it'll go, avaricious fingertips brushing over his chest and just gently catching the edge of his nipple. It's an accident, really, but the noise he makes is such a high-pitched keen you grin.

"Wait, no-" he pleads, bucking into your wet mouth, "no, I'll c-cum if you- oh- if you..." you just smile and softly rub over the peak again, and he almost sobs.

Gorgeously rewarding tears streak down his rosy cheeks, face warm from a fuzzy combination of arousal and the embarrassment which still lingers from before. There's a little voice at the back of his head, yelling at him to pull it together and stop being such a drooling mess, but any logic he has is drowned out in the next collection of needy noises to slip from your lips.

Your panties, navy smeared with sticky white, lie somewhere abandoned on the floor. You're somewhat disappointed, you acknowledge as your fingers keep toying with his body; you would've loved to cram them into his mouth.

He can imagine the soft curve of your chest as his pale fingers twist up in your hair, mindlessly tangling with the roots in a panic as he fights against every possible stimulation to not cum down your throat too early. Fuck, but you don't make it easy for him- you're just so pretty.

"I'm pretty? Aww, thanks, Megs." You giggle, gasping a little for breath as you pull off of his leaking dick to respond. Did he say that out loud?

Megumi's horrified train of thought about how far gone he must be trails off, mind blanking stupidly as he watches your lips stretch around his base. The noise you make- a tiny, almost imperceptible gag as he throbs in your throat- tips him over.

“Fuck, fuck-“ he gasps, fingers gripping the crown of your head just because he can’t handle the orgasm without holding onto something solid. You press your nose almost flush to his pelvis, as far down as you physically can, and swallow everything he gives you.

And he gives you a lot- globs of stickiness that drip messily from the corners of your overstretched mouth, throat working overtime to gulp down the liquid spilling inside.

He yanks your head off with shaky hands, just to watch the way you splutter in surprise, strings of spit and his own cum snapping loosely. He almost cums again.

“So-“ you say hoarsely, pressing your flushed cheek to his thigh. Megumi shudders. “Send over a video next time?”

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a/n: AUUGGGHHH I’m sorry for teasing you all for so long!! also biggg ty to @lipstainedgemini ! her hc post from a while back inspired this <3

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[singse]

18+ | aang x f!reader

a/n: shout out to the anon who said we don't have enough titty play fics!

You're laying on the bed on your back, panting heavily at the ceiling. Your vision's unfocused, blurring around the edges and you try to blink it away but a clever tongue flicks at your right nipple.

A gasp parts from your lips, your back arching instinctively to push your chest towards that feeling. Your efforts are rewarded with another flick before a warm mouth covers the pebbled flesh and sucks. You squirm, trembling as that tongue swirls around your nipple to accompany the suction. It rolls it around like a toy, teeth biting down firm enough to have you crying out, your thighs clenching around a strong waist.

Your other breast receives just as much as care from lithe fingers. They pinch and pull at the nipple, roll it between a thumb and forefinger before soothing the irritation with a gentle brush. Then a large palm squeezes your breast until fat spills between the spaces of the fingers and it has you writhing.

"A-ang," you whimper, trying to move your hands before remembering they're tied up in an orange ribbon. They're placed in a way to accentuate your breasts, drawing them together to show off how perfect they look to Aang's feasting eyes. "Aang, that's, ngh, that's enough."

Aang simply shakes his head, refusing to part from your breast. He doesn't think it's enough—not yet, when he still hasn't had his entire fill. There's much he has left to do; his mouth is not satiated nor is his body and soul. Aang needs to drown himself between your breasts, bite and suck at the soft skin until your cries grow louder and your pleas increase in their desperation.

You're almost there as a tiny sob escapes you, your slick pussy pulsing a rhythm. It's starting to hurt; every lick and suck has the ache intensifying until it hurts to be empty. You need him to ease the pain, soothe it with his fingers, mouth, or cock. Anything would be a relief in this spiralling abyss.

"Please," you beg, needy and tearful, as you tilt your hips up towards his waist. "Please just touch me, I need it, it hurts."

"I know, my love," Aang murmurs, his mouth still full of your breast. "Just a little more, okay? Just a little more." He bites down on your oversensitive nipple, smiling as you convulse slightly with a shaky cry. Then he's shifting to your other breast, kissing the soft flesh before biting down with enough force to have you choking.

You're almost there.

And when he's had enough, he'll give you what you so desperately need.

[nanamisfae]

Aang being so obsessed with his wife

Like she would be eating and he would be so stunned to her

Or they could be fucking in a hidden hallway away from a boring event he was invited to

Thank you for the ask anon and hope you like it ໒꒰ྀི๑ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ๑꒱ྀིა

IS AANG OBSESSED WITH YOU? WELL YES

MDNI |18+

CW: cum eating, slight pussy licking, semi public sex

Everyone has an addiction or an obsession in this life and to Aang, the avatar his obsession is bringing together all the different nations and being a bridge to the spirit world, to Aang the last Airbender it is keeping his culture and the evidence of his people alive anyway he can, to Aang the monk it is holding on to the teachings of his youth and not letting worldly things overtake his mind, but to Aang, the husband, your husband all he thinks about is you, he is obsessed with every single thing you do.

From the way you walk, to how you talk and laugh, he can replicate your laugh to the T because of how much he loves hearing it, he loves waking up earlier then you just so he can stare at your face into he morning glow and watch your peaceful face, he loves the feel of your hands around his and it's like every single day he is discovering even more things he didn't notice before.

So obviously the minute he is stuck in another meeting where the avatar is most definitely needed where it's just a bunch of officials spewing the same thing all he can think of is you who has spent the entire meeting absentmindedly chewing on the fruits in the fruit bowl.

Aang never understood the concept of wanting to be fruit or anything but himself, but right now staring at you licking the juices of the grape you were just eating off your fingers had him light headed, the gentle licks of your tongue on your fingers, slowly licking off the trail of juices had him gulping just imagining you between his legs doing the exact same thing to him.

It only got worse when you picked up a banana and you weren't particularly doing anything sexual or purposely trying to get him hot and bothered, the only thing fueling these thoughts was his own desperation. At this point he couldn't even hear a single thing coming out of the mouths of the people in the meeting the only thing on his mind was replacing that banana with himself. The minute a stray hair slightly got in your face and you adjusted it and get back to eating it was over for him.

"I think we should all take a break" he didn't even know when he said it all he knew was that he was pulling you out of there into a tiny room and shutting the door behind you both.

"Aang what's going on" the confusion in your voice matching the one on your face, that didn't last for long cause next thing Aang's lips are on yours, lodging himself into you, slowly kissing and melding his lips against your gasping and moaning into the kiss, it was desperate and heated and filled with the taste of the fruits you just ate making him even more ravenous his hands were running up and down your sides and lifting you up to rub the tent forming in his pants on your heated core.

"Mmmm you were trying to kill me in there, you looked so good"

"Aang I was just eating " you gasp out after finally catching your breath

"Yea and you looked so hot doing it" he says breathily grinding his cock against you for good measure.

"Babe we've got to hurry just need to feel you around me even if it's a second" hastily pulling your dress up and pushing your panties to the side and pulling down his trousers and freeing his hardened cock.

There is something so hot about fucking Aang in his monk attire that you can never get over even though you've done it a thousand times, it's almost sinful having him fill you up whilst his prayer beads jingle from his hard thrusts and something about him purposely getting out of a meeting just so he can fuck you has you wet and pulsing.

"Ooohh wifey she's so wet for me" whispering in your eye as he pushes you up against the wall and proceeds to rub the head of his cock back and forth spreading the sloppy juices all over, the sounds coming from your hole are embarrassingly wet especially cause all it took was a few desperate moans from your husband and a kiss.

"Put it in alrea─" what follows is a deep drawn out moan as he finally lodges his cock all the way inside you completely filling you up to the brim and cutting off your train of thought as he bounces you up and down his cock and having you gripping his shoulders for some stability even though you know he wouldn't drop you.

The sounds coming out of the closet were wet and breathy the entire room was dripping with the hot, steamy feeling of both of you completely lost in each other, Aang kepts whispering sweet nothings into ear about how pretty you are on his cock, how good you look when you're being serious during a meeting, or how cool you look when you're doing literally anything, like he wasn't fucking you of you mind and the feeling of his cock rubbing against your sweet spot causing your eyes to literally glaze over in ecstasy.

"Hey love, do you like it? Are you feeling good? Is this spot good? Come on tell me I need to know. " that last word had an extra kick to it with him drawing back completely and thrusting hard and deep in you causing you to bite on to his shoulder and cross your legs behind his back to keep yourself from screaming the entire building down.

This new position was just what you needed with your clit rubbing against his pelvic muscle every time he thrusted in and rubbed into your hips purposely doing that to press the tip of his cock against your g-spot and have you seeing stars in your vision. His pace was slowly becoming more disorientated and fast as he was getting closer and closer to coming, telling you how much he needs you to cum for him, that he needs it more that air (quite ironic) that he needs so come on love, give it to me give it to your husband cum for me cum. For. Me.

You didn't last a minute before you were cumming all over his cock wrapping your entire body around him and biting on the pleasure point in his neck to keep from crying out, that in turn brought him over the edge completely spilling his load into you it was sticky and wet between you both as your releases mixed together and spilled on the floor of the room.

"Felt so good" he says whilst pulling out of you and tucking his wet cock into his pants then kneeling down in front of your pussy to see the mess you both made and spreading you pussy and licking the mixture of both of you, slowly kissing and licking your pussy clean and careful to not agitate your already sensitive and overstimulated lips, he ends it off with a kiss that has you shuddering where you stand and pulling up your panties into place.

"We need to get back before they figure out what's going on or send out a search party"

"I already think they knew what was going on Aang you weren't particularly quiet" you joke with a smile on your lips.

Yes maybe Aang had a bit of an obsession but at least he's not shy about it.

This is not proof read if you couldn't tell from all my stupid errors 😭😭

[katarasdoll]

STOP TAGGING AANG SMUT IN ZUKO SMUT, LET ME READ SMUTS OF MY BALD HEAD BOYFRIEND OMG

[rubyys-domain]

you reunite with AANG years later, only to be absolutely lovestruck by his new appearance. and unfortunately for katara, you decide you want him for yourself.

WHEN DID YOU GET HOT ?!

PLOT. years after the war, you reunite with aang in republic city only to realize the boy you once rejected has become impossible to ignore. completely smitten and regretting your decisions, you notice the tension between him and katara, turning you bitter. after overhearing a conversation you weren't supposed to, you decide that their story was never meant to be. so maybe you should stop pretending you do not want him.

WANRINGS. 18+, mdni, smut, angst, dark themes, slight coercion/dubcon, manipulative reader, slight lovesick reader, baby trapping, slightly naïve aang, toxic relationship dynamics, possessive behavior, mentions of past kataang, alcohol consumption, submissive aang, reader is a horrible friend (don't be like her), fingering, oral sex (m. + f. receiving), unprotected sex, riding him, talking him through it, breeding themes, p in v, pregnancy, marriage, mentions of giving birth, fem reader, self indulgent, not proofread.

CHARACTERS. AVATAR AANG.

WC. 15.5k

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art creds :: cruxifixe_ on x

a/n: i didn't plan for it to become so dark, but i am not changing the title, idc.

i will probably return to edit it more, but i am so sick of coming across this fic in my drafts.

Oh spirits.

Why did it have to be like this?

The last thing you were expecting during your first visit to Republic City was to get smitten by the literal sight of Aang.

The same Aang who had come barging into the Northern Water Tribe, demanding to be trained in the ways of water.

The same Aang who acted like an idiot around you when you first met him, making you second-guess the universe's choice of the Avatar.

The same Aang who you ended up befriending before his leave, leading you to join him on his journey to master all the elements.

Back then, it had been easy to reject him. Taking his idiotic flirty comments as a joke, declaring that your friendship with him would never grow to be something else.

Hell, you had even gained a thing for Sokka for a while, and not once had you ever thought of Aang as a romantic interest, despite his many 'advances'.

You saw it then, in the way he would seek you out, always hanging around you, asking for your advice on waterbending, even though Katara was right there, the one person who actually knew combat waterbending, unlike you, who could only heal.

So you did your best to push him toward Katara, trying to free yourself from the burden of his feelings.

It had worked.

And how you regretted it.

Because the man who stood before you now, grinning ear to ear at the sight of your arrival, was someone you no longer recognized.

After the war had ended, you returned home to the Northern Water Tribe, where you were praised for your contributions in the war.

Which is why you had taken to teaching the younger female generations the beauty of water, passing down your learnings from Katara and Aang.

The elders had not been too pleased at your notion, but they didn't stop you either, reminding themselves of what Katara had changed within the misogynistic hierarchy of the tribe.

You spent those years teaching, learning, advising, not having much contact with your friends other than the letters you all exchanged.

Katara and Sokka would visit now and then, but the Southern Water Tribe girl stopped once her free time was redirected to developing Republic City. Sokka continued to visit with Suki, mostly to pay respect to a certain moon spirit.

You weren't in touch with Zuko, never having gotten too close with him. And Aang would send you letters more often than you had expected. But even those reduced over the years, only showing up on birthdays.

So now, nine years later, you finally decided to give a visit when you received an invitation from Aang, planning a reunion on the occasion that Republic City was an year old and flourishing.

You had agreed, because you wished to see your only actual friend you had made on your journey.

Toph.

The blind bandit had formed an unusual bond with you, mostly built around constant jokes and taunts towards the rest of the group.

So when you saw Toph upon arriving, you hadn't expected Aang to be standing there beside her with the others, towering over everyone else in his newly acquired form.

You couldn't even think straight as Aang and Katara led everyone to the inn all of you could stay in during your time there. After settling your stuff into your rooms, Aang had taken to showing all of you around.

You heard him for everything he had to say, paying more attention to him than you ever had. Your eyes hadn't left him once, watching him light up every time he spoke, waving his hands around animatedly towards all directions.

Fuck. His hands.

Asking what you would do with them was a stupid question, because what wouldn't you do?

You'd have them pressed to your tits all the time. Those warm hands that have mastered every element to the point of second nature, swirling wind, bending the earth, doing everything imaginable with ease.

How trained he would be with those hands. Maybe he would put his learnings to good use on your pussy, mimicking the elegant motion of his fingers over your clit as he kept you stuffed to the hilt, hopefully using his other hand to clamp your mouth shut.

Maybe he'd even let you take his fingers in your mouth, sucking and drooling around them to divert your attention from the fullness of his cock.

Your thoughts didn't let up even as night fell, by which you had completely soaked through the fabric of your underwear. The group had split up to retire for the night, holding a proper get together party at Katara's home the next evening.

The time before the party had been given to everyone for sight seeing, but you could barely make it out of bed, the previous night spent restless as a certain airbender plagued your mind, making your reach for your pussy for most of it.

What's worse is that you had to keep your moans to the lowest, too scared that Toph might sense you out from wherever her room was in the inn.

You never truly understood the extent of her power, you didn't even know if something like this would even be possible for Toph to sense, but you sure as hell didn't want to take any chances.

Before the get together, you had sat in front of the mirror to gather your thoughts. You had chosen to wear a henley much like what Toph had worn the day before, while beneath it you had put on a rather bold choice.

You had first seen Suki wear a miniskirt during her visit with Sokka at the Northern Water Tribe. Her choice of clothing was something you had questioned, trying to understand why she would wear swimwear while visiting such a cold place.

She had only sighed, explaining to you the growing trends of fashion in the newly developing city.

On her next visit, she had brought you your own.

You never wore it before, given the weather, but you had packed it, figuring the warmer weather of the city would make the skirt more bearable.

Arriving at Katara's home was hell, because not only had Aang opened the door on your arrival, he was bare from the waist up as he did so.

The blood had rushed straight to your cunt, trying not to blatantly look at his abdomen, or the hard planes of his chest.

"Wow, did your clothes run away?" You joked, craning your neck to look him in the eyes, not daring to avert your gaze elsewhere.

"I spilled my drink on it." Aang huffs, pouting a little which only made things worse on your end, wanting to bite his cheeks that puffed out a little.

"You didn't think to Air bend and dry it?" You ask, trying to remain composed even as your breath hitched, walking through the door as you stood close to him.

"That doesn't remove wine stains. Katara threw it in the wash." He answered, walking beside you as he led you to the stairs.

"You're drinking?" Your voice came out shocked.

"I was going to, but then Sokka bumped into me." He sulks yet again.

"I thought...Air Nomads do not drink."

"Well...I don't. But everyone has been asking me to try it once, so I agreed to do it today."

"Looks like I came on time." You tease, trying to meets his eyes but failing when he gave you the cutest smile ever.

You both had made your way upstairs, and you were very aware of just how short your skirt was. You wondered if Aang had looked at your ass as you walked in front of him, or had he diverted his gaze out of respect.

Either option had you pressing your thighs together, not daring to turn your head to see where his eyes lingered.

"Hey! You wore it!" Suki's voice had greeted you the moment you entered the room beside Aang.

She was talking about your skirt.

"Yeah. I have no where else to wear this." You had answered with a smile, looking a the spacious room, a low table in the center with food already set on it.

"It looks great!" Katara compliments you, to which you smile.

"Thanks!"

"Yeah, cute outfit!" Aang chimed in from behind you, making you turn to face him.

"...Thanks Aang." You had tried to keep it in, but your heart had practically leapt out of your chest as his voice.

"You're late!" Toph greeted you in her own manner, making you turn back around and roll your eyes at her.

"Oh! I am so sorry, ma'am."

"You just rolled your eyes, didn't you?" She commented, taking a chug of whatever was in her cup.

"Yep. Proudly too." You retorted with a grin walking towards the group.

Toph had taken one of the shorter ends of the table, sprawling comfortably in her spot while Suki, Sokka, and Katara settled along one of the longer sides. 

Across from them sat Zuko with an empty place beside him, which you claimed easily, folding your legs beneath you once you sat down.

And a part of you had hoped Aang would occupy the space that had been left empty on your other side, but you should have known better as you watched him take the opposing end of where Toph sat...right beside Katara.

Well, Zuko was technically also seated beside him, but it barely mattered when you watched Katara subtly close the distance between herself and Aang.

No one would have noticed it unless they had been observing closely.

Which you were.

You watched the two as the conversations picked up again around you, watching how Aang too scooched a little closer to Katara each time she said something.

It made you nauseous.

You had done this. You had practically thrown him into her arms all those years ago, and the karma of it had come to bite you in the ass.

It only made things worse that all you could think about in that situation was how gorgeous his abs were.

You could already imagine how nice they would feel against your cunt, rubbing mindlessly on them as those sinful hands of his would keep you pressed to him, grabbing the flesh of your hips to move you even faster, letting you cum on his skin. 

You watched as Aang finally took his first sip of whatever alcohol Sokka had poured for him, observing as he gagged at the taste of it, leading him to have a coughing fit.

While the others chuckled at his antics, Katara reached over to rub slow circles against his back, trying to ease him through the coughing fit.

It made you sick.

The sight of her hands against his bare skin. The ease with which he leaned into her touch, comfortable enough to accept it without thought.

And it only got worse when he turned slightly toward her while thanking her softly.

"Are you alright, Aang?" you asked, hoping to interrupt whatever quiet little moment had begun forming between them.

Aang looked over at you immediately, a sheepish smile pulling onto his face.

"Y-yeah. Just need a m-minute," he managed, his voice still rough from coughing as he tried to steady his breathing.

You simply nodded, masking your satisfaction beneath a look of concern when Aang motioned for Katara to stop, quietly insisting he was alright now. Reluctantly, she pulled her hand away and settled back into her place beside him.

It was around 10 minutes later when the effects of whatever amount of alcohol had managed to bypass Aang's throat had started to take effect.

A warm flush spread slowly across his skin, staining not only his cheeks but trailing down the length of his neck and across his chest in soft patches of pink.

You tried not to stare at him.

Without the excuse of him talking animatedly or moving around the room, admiring him so openly would have been far too obvious.

But, the sight of his lightweight body unable to withstand a shot of alcohol had you squirming in your seat, knowing your pussy was actively soaking your panties as the conversations continued. 

Aang had long since stopped participating in the conversation, now hunched over the table with his face buried into his folded arms while the others continued talking around him. 

Every few minutes, Zuko would slide another glass of water toward him, insisting it would help flush the alcohol out of his system.

Aang only mumbled that he was fine, though his words slurred slightly when he complained that he had not expected to feel so "floosy" after a single sip.

You on the other hand, were burning. Your pussy was desperately clenching around nothing, dripping on the flimsy fabric, as you now regretted wearing the skirt.

Aang's drowsy posture had given you something entirely new to admire. The broad slope of his shoulders, the defined muscles shifting faintly beneath his skin whenever he adjusted against the table, the elegant curve of his back disappearing beneath the waistband of his pants.

It took everything in you not to stare openly.

Your thoughts drifted embarrassingly fast, fixating on the sight of his back and imagining what it would feel like beneath your hands.

You fantasized how desperately your nails would claw at his back as he pushed his cock into you, fucking your fervently.

Or maybe he'd let you rest your legs over his shoulders as he ate you out, driving his tongue into you which will make your heels dig into his back, only pushing him closer. 

Maybe he would even make you squirt? He was quiet talented at waterbe—

Your thoughts came to an abrupt halt the moment Aang pushed himself upright, mumbling something about needing to use the restroom before slowly making his way out of the room.

You lifted your wine glass toward your lips, eyes instinctively following him until he disappeared down the hallway, turning left once he stepped out.

Only then did you take another sip, absentmindedly humming in agreement to whatever Toph had just said.

Your attention was divided between the room and Aang. And the heat between your thighs had become unbearable to the point you had to take care of it. 

A few minutes later, you finished the last of your wine and set the empty glass aside before excusing yourself as well, adjusting your skirt once you rose to your feet.

You followed the same path Aang had taken earlier, slower with your steps this time, though upon reaching the hallway you quickly realized the restroom was empty.

You only shrugged to yourself before slipping inside anyway, locking the door behind you and closing the seat before sitting down, hiking your skirt up around your waist.

You spread your legs wide enough to let your hand slip inside, sliding your panties to the side to bury two fingers deep.

You were so slick and hot, it was almost pathetic. 

Your fingers did absolutely nothing in comparison to the fantasies you'd built of Aang doing this to you.

Leaning back, you began pumping your fingers, but the ridiculous amount of wetness made it difficult to find any real friction against your pussy. 

It was frustrating, yet amusing; you had drenched yourself to the extent that you could barely feel your own fingers rubbing against you.

Nonetheless, the need to have your cunt filled was somewhat satisfied, letting your fingers curl pathetically against the spot you probed for a quick, desperate orgasm.

The pressure built relentlessly, and with it, your voice. You bit your lip hard, trying to suppress the sounds, but the rising heat was too much; a few desperate whimpers slipped past your teeth despite your best efforts.

It was only when you heard two giggling whispers close by that you froze. 

You slapped a hand over your mouth, eyes widening in a flash of panic as you forced your body to go still.

Judging by the voice, one of them was definitely Suki.

Had she and Sokka slipped away for some privacy?

You sat up straighter immediately, halting every movement as you listened more carefully.

"Oh come on! Isn't it time already? You've liked each other longer than Sokka and I have even been together."

"That doesn't mean we're compatible! You've seen him...he's always busy being the Avatar..."

Katara.

You nearly stopped breathing.

Carefully, you stood up and adjusted your skirt, suddenly far more aware of every tiny sound you made while crossing the bathroom floor. Your hand remained clamped tightly over your mouth as you moved closer to the door, pressing your ear lightly against the wood to hear them better.

"So? He's never going to stop being the Avatar! Does that mean you'll wait until he's on his deathbed?"

"No...I just don't want to become a burden. He already has so many responsibilities, I don't want to add myself to them."

"Katara! You've kissed, for Spirits' sake! And...didn't you have that one night..."

"Shh! Suki, Aang is still out here..."

"Sorry," Suki whispered, lowering her voice even further. "But didn't you?"

You could hear Katara hesitate before she answered.

"Yes...we did do that..."

You froze.

Nausea twisted violently in your stomach at the thought of Katara and Aang together like that, tangled together somewhere inside this very house.

"Then why aren't you two together yet? Did he just use you? Because I can absolutely beat some sense into him."

"No! Spirits, no." Katara sounded horrified by the suggestion. 

"It's my fault. I asked him not to talk about it again...to just put it behind us."

"Why?!"

"I panicked!" she admitted. 

"I really do love Aang, but afterward I just...felt cheap. I couldn't believe we had done something like that before even talking about our feelings properly."

Slowly, you pulled away from the door.

Your hand slipped from your mouth while something sharp and terrible settled into place inside your mind all at once, so sudden it almost felt divine.

That was it.

Your chance.

"What did Aang say?" Suki asked after a moment.

"He agreed," Katara murmured. "Although...now that I think about it, he did seem a little hurt by it."

"Oh Katara, I am so mad at you—"

"Shh!" Katara cut her off quickly. "We've already been gone too long, and we still need to pick up the food from the kitchen." 

Katara quickly hushed her again, dragging Suki away before her voice could rise any further.

Their conversation had given you everything you needed to know.

It seemed you had been terribly wrong about whatever existed between them.

They did not belong to each other, and that meant you could still do something about it.

You waited another few minutes before leaving the bathroom, taking the time to clean yourself up while listening carefully for the sound of their footsteps returning from the kitchen. 

Only once the hallway had gone quiet again did you finally unlock the door and slip outside.

You did not particularly care that your little trip to the bathroom had left you unsatisfied.

Because in the end, it had not been pointless.

As long as there was still a chance for you to have Aang, you could live with the ache between your thighs.

You quietly made your way back toward the room where everyone had gathered, relieved to find them distracted enough to not notice you lingering briefly behind the doorframe.

You only peeked inside long enough to check whether Aang had returned.

He hadn't.

The realization made a smile threaten at the corners of your mouth.

This was your only opportunity.

So you slipped away again, quieter this time, searching through the massive house floor by floor while the sounds of laughter and conversation faded further beneath you.

Only upon reaching the topmost level did you finally slow.

Just before stepping fully into the room, your attention caught on the open balcony doors inside it.

There he was.

Your expression brightened instantly at finally finding him, eyes fixed on the sight of Aang leaning against the railing alone, letting the cold night air wash over him while the city lights flickered below.

Just as you were about to take a step forward—

"Just what are you plotting?" 

Toph's voice came through, although quiet, held her usual fierceness.

You whipped around immediately, barely stopping the startled noise threatening to leave you before finally spotting the blind girl standing further down the hallway.

"Toph!" You hissed under your breath, pressing a hand against your chest before realizing what she had actually asked.

"I...was just making sure Aang was alright..." you answered quickly, which technically was not a lie, hoping it was bypass Toph's instincts.

Toph snorted.

"Yeah. Sure you were. Because you've always cared about him so much."

"Of course I do. He's my friend."

"Exactly," she drawled. "Your friend. Come on, at least try sounding convincing."

"I am not lying."

"Please." Toph folded her arms. 

"I may be blind, but even I can sense your desperation from across the house. 'Cute outfit!' 'Thanks, Aanggg.'" 

She mockingly pitched her voice higher during the imitation. "You were practically squealing."

Heat rushed straight to your face despite your irritation.

"And following after him?" She continued mercilessly. "Could you make it any more obvious? You're lucky everyone else in this house is dense enough to miss it."

You lowered your head slightly, irritation and embarrassment mixing unpleasantly inside your chest while Toph continued talking without pause.

"But not me. Since I am obviously the greatest Earthbender to ever li—"

Her voice rose noticeably toward the end of the sentence, forcing you to quickly slap a hand over her mouth before she could accidentally alert the entire floor.

"Fine, I get it," you whispered sharply. "Now can you please leave?"

Toph peeled your hand off her face with visible offense.

"Rude."

To your surprise, Toph's presence seemed to grow heavier beside you, the teasing tone disappearing entirely.

"You do know what you're doing is wrong, right?"

You paused, genuinely not expecting an actual lecture from her of all people.

"How is it wrong?"

Toph folded her arms. 

"First you reject him. Then you throw him toward Katara. And now that those two finally have something going on, suddenly you want him back?"

"Toph, we were kids," you argued quietly. 

"He's not still hung up over some rejection from when we were twelve. We're friends." You hesitated briefly before adding—

"And those two barely even have anything happening between them. I literally heard Katara admit it herself."

"Doesn't matter. It is still wrong."

"You're acting like I'm breaking them apart. They were never together to begin with!"

Toph clicked her tongue.

"You're still meddling. Worse, you're trying to steal him from your own friend."

You exhaled slowly, trying to keep your composure intact.

"Toph," you said carefully, "you're supposed to be the sensible one here. Is it really my fault if, after all these years, Aang ends up choosing me?"

"What makes you so sure he will?"

"Because Katara already had her chance." The words left you more sharply than intended. 

"They've spent years dancing around each other and still nothing came out of it. I disappeared from his life completely, and somehow even that wasn't enough to push them together." You glanced toward the balcony again. 

"At some point, maybe you have to admit it's simply not meant to be."

"You can't be the judge of that."

"I'm not trying to be." You straightened slightly, smoothing your skirt back into place before lifting your chin. 

"Aang will make his own choice. And if he chooses me...then just know I was right." A faint smile touched your mouth.

Toph let out a slow breath through her nose.

You glanced toward her once more before stepping back toward the doorway leading to the balcony.

"Now go, Toph. I'm sure you don't want to become someone who meddles."

She clicked her tongue at that, clearly unimpressed by your attempt at turning her own argument against her, though after another moment she finally sighed and began walking away down the hallway.

Yeah.

She really was a good friend.

Unlike you.

You stepped into the room slowly, making sure your footsteps were loud enough to announce your presence rather than startle him.

Still, you saw Aang's shoulders tense slightly at the first creak of the floorboards behind him.

He turned around quickly. "Katara?"

The name struck harder than you expected.

But the moment he realized it was you instead, surprise softened into a smile.

"Hey..." His voice quieter now, softened by the lingering haze the alcohol had left behind.

You approached carefully as you joined him near the railing, sliding the balcony doors shut behind you to block out the noise from downstairs.

You smile up at him, trying not to show your irritation at the name he had called out.

"Hi, Aang. Are you alright? You've been gone for a while." You kept your tone light, sweet enough to avoid making him cautious.

"Yeah," he answered with a small laugh beneath his breath. "I just needed some air. Clear my head a little."

"I see." You rested your arms lightly against the railing beside him. 

"Feeling better now?"

"Much."

He smiled again before glancing back toward the streets below.

"I think we should've predicted you'd be a lightweight."

"Seriously. It felt like my head fell off after one sip." Aang laughed rubbing the back of his neck.

"You head seems to be on right at least." You muse, leaning your back against the railing, having your head turned towards him as you spoke.

"Yup! I feel like myself again! For the most part at least." He jokes, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.

"You certainly look like you do." You tease, your eyes drifting over him once more before returning to his face.

"Come on. Let's go back! You did find me after all...everyone must be waiting." He says, before stepping away from the railing.

He had barely taken more than a couple of steps before your hand reached out instinctively, fingers wrapping around his forearm to stop him.

"Wait, Aang!"

He stopped the moment your hand touched him, turning back toward you almost immediately while you gently pulled him to a halt.

"Everything alright...?" He asked, remaining where he was instead of pulling away from your touch.

"Yeah, I just...I wanted to talk to you about something." You slowly let go of him once he stepped back beside you again.

"Oh." Aang settled against the railing once more, patient as ever. 

"What's up?"

"Aang..."

Well fuck. You didn't actually think this through.

You had managed to get yourself up here alone with him, had spent the last twenty minutes convincing yourself this was your perfect opportunity, and now that he stood in front of you waiting so openly for whatever you wanted to say, you realized you had absolutely no idea how to make any of this work without sounding insane.

How exactly were you supposed to convince the boy you once rejected to choose you over the girl he had spent years being smitten with?

The girl he had apparently already shared a bed with.

Your teeth sank unconsciously into your bottom lip while nerves clawed their way through you, your throat tightening with the sudden realization of how pathetically desperate you must have looked tonight.

Toph had been right.

Spirits, she had been completely right.

You tried not to let any of it show on your face, but something must have slipped through regardless, because Aang picked up on it immediately.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

Aang's voice softened immediately with concern as he stepped closer, one hand settling carefully against your shoulder in an attempt to pull you out of whatever spiral you had disappeared into.

The touch snapped you back to reality far too quickly, his touch sending a chill throughout your skin, his newly matured voice doing wonders for your already fuzzy mind.

It completely ruined your ability to think straight.

"Why didn't you ever visit me?" The question slipped out before you could stop it.

Aang blinked in confusion. "What...?"

Well.

You had already said it now.

There was no point trying to take it back.

"Everyone visited me. Or at least wrote to me often. You never did...and eventually your letters stopped showing up too."

Aang looked genuinely taken aback by that.

"Is that why you've been mad at me?"

You frowned slightly. "I've been mad at you?"

"You keep glaring at me, and you've barely talked to me since you got here." He admitted carefully.

Between obsessing over him and trying not to stare at him every five seconds, you may have completely forgotten to behave like a normal person around him.

In hindsight, perhaps openly glaring at Katara every time she touched him had not been particularly subtle either.

The realization made heat crawl straight up your neck, embarrassment settling uncomfortably in your chest at the thought of who else might have noticed your behavior tonight.

Though, considering Toph had described the others as "dense as rocks," perhaps you still had some dignity left intact.

But then again, you figured you could use that to your advantage.

"Yes. I am angry with you." You confirmed, averting your gaze, knowing damn well his absence in your life hadn't been significant either way.

Aang's expression fell almost immediately.

"I'm sorry. You never wrote back and I just thought..." He hesitated briefly before laughing awkwardly under his breath.

"I don't know. I thought maybe you hated me." Aang admits, trying to convince you he didn't do anything deliberately.

"Why would I hate you, Aang?"

Your voice softened deliberately around his name while you turned your face again, grateful for the lingering effects from the wine making your flushed appearance seem far more believable.

"I don't think my heart could ever hate you," you murmured. "No matter what you did."

"That means a lot to me. Really."

You nearly frowned when Aang completely missed the implication behind your words, smiling instead at what he clearly believed was simple affection.

"I know I annoyed you a lot back then," He continued with a sheepish laugh. "Following you around and all. I just thought you didn't like me."

You knew he did not mean 'like' in a romantic sense.

Though even if he had, he would not have been entirely wrong.

"I did like you, Aang," you admitted softly. "I think...I admired you more than I wanted to."

His looked taken aback at that.

"At first, I honestly couldn't stand any of you," you continued with a quiet laugh. "Watching you and Katara run around the North Pole disrespecting centuries of tradition nearly drove me insane." 

You shook your head lightly. 

"But I'm grateful for it now."

"I heard you started your own academy for women."

The pride in his voice made warmth bloom annoyingly in your chest.

"Yes. Alongside healing, I teach combat to anyone interested in learning." A faint smile crossed your face. 

"For that, I only have you and Katara to thank. Which is why..."

You let your voice trail off after that, deliberately avoiding his eyes while your fingers traced absent patterns against the railing, hoping it would make him more curious. 

And it does, almost predictably so.

"Which is why?" Aang prompted gently.

You hesitated just long enough.

"Which is why it hurt when you never showed up."

The apology appeared on his face instantly.

You could see it in the subtle stillness that overtook him, in the way his hands loosened against the railing as though guilt had slipped into his bones before he could defend himself.

"I thought you didn't want me there." He admitted quietly. 

"You never answered any of my letters, and after a while I just..." He exhaled through his nose, shaking his head once. 

"I didn't want to bother you."

A smile touched your mouth, carrying just enough sadness to make him regret the sentence before it had even finished leaving him.

"You could never bother me."

The night air drifted between you both, carrying distant sounds from the streets below, though they hardly reached the balcony anymore. 

His attention had settled entirely onto you now, patient and open in the way only Aang could be, and you hated how easy it was to pull him in once he decided to listen.

"I kept thinking you'd visit eventually," You continued.

"Every few months someone would arrive at the tribe and for a moment I'd convince myself it would be you." A quiet laugh escaped you. 

"Sokka and Suki came whenever they could. Katara visited enough that the children started asking when she would return. Even Toph showed up once and insulted half the tribe before she left."

That finally earned a laugh from him and you waited for it to fade before looking up again.

"But never you."

The amusement disappeared from his expression so quickly it almost made you feel cruel.

"I didn't know you wanted me to."

"I think I just expected you to know."

You softened the line the moment it landed, turning your head away before it could sound accusatory.

"Aang" and "knowing" had always belonged together. 

He noticed every frightened child, every wounded stranger, every person trying too hard to pretend they were alright. 

You were counting on that part of him now, feeding it carefully until he began searching your face for things you had not yet said.

"Spirits. This sounds embarrassing now." You say, covering your face with your hands.

"No, it doesn't."

The answer came too quickly, and so did his hands as they rested on yours, pulling them away from your face.

"Back then, you always pushed me away. You never really took me seriously whenever I..." A small laugh escaped him, awkward and fleeting. 

"I thought it meant you didn't want me around."

You looked at him for a moment before smiling faintly.

"Aang, we were children."

The embarrassment on his face deepened instantly.

"You were running around the world flirting with every girl who smiled at you."

"That is not true."

"Suki told me you tried to impress the Kiyoshi Warriors by flexing your staff."

"That was one time. I had never been around people who admired me before."

"You asked me if I thought your tattoos made you look mysterious."

"That—! That was Sokka's idea of— Ugh..." Aang groaned quietly into his hand while you laughed under your breath, watching the tension ease from him little by little.

"You were impossible, of course I didn't take you seriously." You chuckled.

"But...you do now?"

There it was.

Just a sliver of hope in his voice.

You waited, hesitating for a good anticipating moment before you spoke.

"I just...I think somewhere along the way...you stopped being a boy I simply found...amusing."

The honesty in that sentence unsettled him. His attention lingered on you, trying to read through your expression and failing each time you softened before giving too much away.

"You still could've written back to me." He muttered, though the guilt had not left him entirely.

"I know." You sighed lightly, searching your head for a believable excuse.

"But after the war ended, everything changed so quickly. You had a city to build. Katara stayed beside you. Sokka had Suki. Zuko was ruling an entire nation. Toph disappeared into whatever cave she crawled out of. " A smile tugged briefly at your mouth. 

"I suppose I convinced myself there wasn't really a place left for me."

"That's not true." 

"Isn't it?" You shot back instantly.

You did not say it bitterly. It was important not to do so. You couldn't show any anger or place blame. 

"You all built something together here while I stayed behind in the North teaching children how to heal sprained wrists."

"You did more than that."

"I know," you answered gently. "But it's different hearing about someone's life through letters instead of being part of it. And every time your letters became shorter, I told myself it was normal. You were growing into someone important. But..."

You paused again, and you knew every time you did so was nipping at his curiosity.

"You were important to me, Aang."

His throat shifted around a swallow.

"You were important to me too."

"Were?"

The correction slipped out playfully, but it struck him all the same. You watched realization move through him at once, watched him stumble over himself trying to fix it.

"Are. I meant are."

You let him have the recovery, lowering your eyes with a quiet smile that rewarded him for it.

"I know everyone needs something from you now," you said after a moment. "The council needs the Avatar. Republic City needs its founder. Whole nations probably line up waiting for a piece of your time." 

His attention was rooted to you. 

"But I didn't miss the Avatar."

He had gone entirely still beneath your words, waiting for you to finish your sentence. 

You slowly moved, catching him off guard as you softly took his hands in yours.

"I missed you."

You could practically feel him trying to make sense of it, trying to decide whether this ache blooming inside his chest had always been there or whether you had placed it there yourself.

"You...make it sound like I abandoned you..." He admitted, though there was no defensiveness in it.

You tilted your head slightly, watching him through your lashes.

"Didn't you?"

"Aang!" A voice echoed faintly somewhere inside the house, muffled by walls and distance. 

Katara.

You felt the interruption scrape across your nerves, but you did not let it show.

Instead, your thumb brushed once against the inside of his wrist, subtle enough to feel accidental.

His attention remained on you.

Interesting.

"I know you had your reasons." You continued gently, lowering your voice until it almost blended into the wind around you. 

"You've always done what everyone else needed first. I think that's why people expect you to wait forever for them."

Something unreadable passed through him then, because he understood exactly what you meant even without hearing her name.

"And what do you need?" He asked.

There it was.

Not the Avatar speaking.

Just Aang.

You let the silence play out for a while before finally moving your hand from his wrist and sliding it slowly into his palm instead, holding it facing up.

"I think, I wanted to know whether you would've chosen me if I had asked you to stay." You said softly,

"...Stay where?" His breath got heavier, very aware of your hand in his. You moved to use both your hands to hold one of his, bringing it closer to yourself with every word you spoke.

"With me? Continue to be a part of my life?" You say with a tilt of you head, brining his hand even closer till his fingers were barely grazed your stomach.

It was only when you slid his hand down, letting it slip under your skirt did he react. His breath hitched a sharp, stifled gasp and a deep flush crept across his face, catching him completely off guard.

"Wait—" 

Aang barely managed his protest before you smoothly cut him off with your own plea.

"I needed you, Aang. And I still do."

You really did.

He felt the heat of you, letting out an audible hiss at the touch. You weren't just warm; you were burning, so soaked that the fabric covering you had long since lost its purpose.

To test the waters, you removed your hands from the equation.

To your surprise, Aang does not pull his hand away, resting it right where it was, fingers pressed into the drench fabric.

You shifted, leaning forward to wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a deep embrace that forced him to hunch over and rest against you. 

As you pulled him close, his face instinctively tucked away, hiding the sheer embarrassment of having his hand still buried between your thighs.

He could have moved. He should have. Yet, he stayed.

And he only melted further into you when your voice added—

"I really need you...Aang."

Apparently it had been enough to set him off, as you felt his fingers slip past the fabric failing to hold your desire, and his touch began experimental movements across the length of your folds, testing just how wet you really were.

"Hahh...!"

A breathless huff escaped you. The sensation of his fingers was far better than any fantasy had led you to expect.

Aang still hid his face against the curve of your neck, but you could feel his warmth radiating against you. 

The sweat that had beaded on his forehead, cutting through the arrow, now getting smeared onto you.

It didn't bother you not when you could feel his ragged, confused breaths fanning against your skin.

Dropping one arm from around him, you slid it between your thighs, pressing yourself against his hand to encourage him to dip inside.

He complied, though with a heavy hesitation, taking a few agonizing seconds to decide which finger would breach you first.

A moan escaped you, only to be stifled as you bit down hard on his shoulder. The memory of Katara looking for him just moments ago flashed through your mind.

You silently wished the fellow Water Tribe girl wouldn't ruin this moment for you.

Not when you were so close to having him.

Aang remained pressed against your shoulder, his mind a whirlwind of uncertainty. The frantic beating of his heart was uncontainable, and he knew you could surely feel the thud of it against your own skin.

His mind drifted to Katara. He remembered when they had finally seemed to have something, only for her to put a hold on it never speaking of it again, acting as if nothing had changed.

But you were right here, soaking his hand with a heat that was clearly a desperate need for him.

Sure, you had turned him down, but you were kids! And he was annoying and unserious back then.

And he had insulted your tribe's customs, likely offending you far more than he had ever intended.

He had spent so long thinking you hated him, never realizing that you had been caring for him all along.

And he had denied you that care, never once coming to visit.

He was torn.

He was caught between the woman who had shut him down when they were children, the one he held right here beneath his fingers, and the woman he had spent nearly a decade with, only to be turned away just as they had finally made progress.

Unable to decide, he forced himself to focus on the way you wrapped around his fingers, feeling the warmth of your honeyed walls clinging tightly to him.

"Have you...done this before?"

Your voice came in a breathless rasp, finally pulling away from his shoulder where you had been biting down to muffle your cries.

He couldn't be dishonest with you, but his voice failed him; instead, he answered with a silent nod.

You felt the small, hesitant shake of his head against your shoulder. You already knew his answer, after all you had overheard enough of Katara's words to lead you to this very moment.

"Would you like to...tell me who...it was?"

You pressed the question, struggling to keep your moans contained as your focus drifted from the slow pumping of his fingers.

Fuck...he was doing so good.

Aang still couldn't find his voice; worse, he felt too exposed, too shy to answer. 

He found a strange comfort in the way you gave him an option. You hadn't demanded a name or forced him to relive the details; you had simply asked if he wanted to share.

He figured that since you cared for him so deeply, you would never hold his past against him. With that thought, he responded with a small shake of his head.

He disagreed.

If you hadn't already known about him and Katara, his disagreement to sharing the name would have bothered to no extent. But knowing the truth made his hesitation sting. 

Still, in this moment, his reluctance only worked in your favor.

You shifted your weight, swapping your arms; you replaced the one draped over his shoulders with the one that had been aiding him, bringing it down to join his hand between your thighs. 

Your now free hand reached up to his head, stroking softly against his skin as you whispered—

"Okay. You don't have to tell me."

You spoke softly, a gentle balm intended to soothe his nerves.

Minutes passed as his fingers continued their work, though in the lulls, he opened his eyes to gaze at the city sprawling below.

Even though they were on the topmost floor of Katara's home, they weren't entirely invisible. They weren't high enough to be truly hidden; while a passerby at this hour was rare, it wasn't far from impossible. 

If anyone were to look up, they would find the Avatar in a very compromising position.

But he couldn't bring himself to care. Not when it felt like he was searching for the lost puzzle piece of his life inside your cunt. 

You on the other hand were thoroughly enjoying yourself, completely dazed under Aang's tentative touch.

But of course, it was only a matter of time before someone had to ruin it.

You didn't see who it was; all you noticed was the sudden creak of the door as the corridor light spilled into the room, a sharp intrusion that made you instinctively push harder against Aang.

"Someone is here, Aang straighten up!" you ordered in a hurried whisper. He barely seemed to register the command, so you pushed against his shoulders with renewed urgency, forcing him to straighten up and take a frantic step back.

"Oh! There they are!" Sokka's voice cut through the silence, muffled and faint behind the balcony door. You knew you only had a few seconds before he made his way over.

Moving with desperate grace, you caught Aang's hand, guiding it out from inside you. 

You brought his hand up to your face, and he watched, mesmerized, as you used both hands to direct him.

You pressed his slick fingers against your lips, observing his wide eyes as you slowly dragged the wetness down, your bottom lip bouncing back into place as the finger passed.

His first real reaction came when you took those same fingers into your mouth, cleaning them with a slow, deliberate sweep of your tongue before letting them fall.

His lips pressed together in a tight, pained line as you licked your own, wiping your tongue across your bottom lip while keeping his gaze locked onto yours. 

It was only when Sokka finally swung the balcony door open that you used a free hand to casually wipe the remaining moisture from your mouth.

"Do you have any idea how long we've been looking for you?"

Sokka's voice came first. You still could not properly see him with Aang standing between you and the entrance, though the annoyance in his tone painted the expression well enough.

"Why would you guys come all the way up here?"

Katara spoke next.

Instinctively, your attention flicked back toward Aang, searching immediately for some reaction at the sound of her voice.

There was none.

He remained entirely absorbed in the moment you had dragged him into, eyes fixed stubbornly on your mouth as though he still felt your lips around his fingers. 

And because he was looking at you so devotedly, you knew you could not risk letting your satisfaction show.

So you put on a usual cheeky smile.

Leaning slightly to the side, you finally stepped into view of the Water Tribe siblings.

"Katara! Sorry for intruding around your house," you said easily. "I just needed some air and ended up finding Aang here."

You smiled sweetly while speaking to her.

"It's alri—"

Katara barely managed half the sentence before Aang interrupted unexpectedly.

"Could you guys give us a moment?"

Even while speaking, he never looked away from you.

"What?" Sokka laughed. "You guys talking about something we're not allowed to hear?"

The joke landed far closer to the truth than he realized.

"We were discussing your birthday present," you answered smoothly before Aang could attempt it himself. "You don't want us ruining the surprise, do you?"

The lie came easily, effortless beneath your smile.

"Oh, sweet." Sokka grinned immediately. "Come on then, you two. Aang's still not off the hook for abandoning his drink after one sip."

You nodded along lightly at his teasing.

"Come on, Katara."

He motioned toward his sister, though Katara still had not taken her eyes off Aang.

"Your robes are clean now," she told him quietly. "You can dry them out and put them back on."

She was waiting for him to answer.

You truly expected him to.

But after several seconds passed in silence, with Aang still standing there looking entirely lost in you, you finally spoke for him instead.

"He'll be there in a minute," you said gently.

Katara's expression shifted almost imperceptibly at that, though all she gave in response was a small nod.

The siblings eventually turned away, disappearing back through the doorway.

You missed the way Sokka's smile slowly faded the moment they left the room, suspicion settling quietly beneath his expression.

The second they disappeared from sight, you turned back toward Aang and lifted your arms around his shoulders, slowly pulling his face closer to yours.

"Aang..."

He said nothing.

For one horrible second, you genuinely wondered whether you had pushed him too far, whether everything you had carefully built tonight had finally cracked beneath the weight of your own desperation.

Still, you forced yourself to continue.

"I have certain feelings for you, and..."

You let the sentence trail off deliberately, lowering your eyes for only a moment to see whether he would follow.

He did, meeting your eyes quickly.

"...If you feel the same," you continued softly, "or even if you don't...I would rather you tell me honestly instead of making me guess."

He still doesn't say anything, and suddenly you became painfully aware of the fact he still was not touching you back. 

His hands remained tightly wrapped around the balcony railing while he stayed slightly hunched within your hold, breathing harder than before yet making no move toward you at all.

So you leaned in first.

Your lips barely brushed his, letting it rest against him softly, giving him every opportunity to close the distance himself if he wanted to.

You waited.

But when nothing came from him, you slowly pulled away again, forcing yourself to accept the rejection with whatever dignity you still had left.

You released him completely after that.

Without another word, you moved past him and made your way back toward the room alone, fixing your appearance along the way while trying not to think too hard about the humiliation burning through your chest.

By the time you reached the room again, Zuko was approaching from the opposite hallway carrying a rolled mattress beneath one arm.

"You're staying over?" You asked quietly, falling into step beside him.

"We all are," he answered simply while pushing the door open. "Sokka's idea."

"Let me help."

You moved beside him automatically, helping spread the mattress across the floor while the others continued setting up the rest nearby.

Several minutes later, Aang finally returned.

The moment he stepped back into the room, nearly everyone looked up toward him automatically while Katara quietly approached with his robes folded neatly in her arms, still slightly damp from washing.

"Thanks..." he says, accepting them with a small smile though noticeably avoiding her eyes.

With one absent motion of his hand, warm air rushed through the fabric until the remaining dampness vanished completely, pulling the robes back on quickly.

"You're staying over, right, Aang?" Katara asked him.

Aang let out a distracted hum first, clearly taking a second to even process the question.

"Y-yeah! Yeah, I'll stay." He answered.

Then he moved toward the others to help arrange the remaining mattresses across the floor.

You noticed immediately how carefully he avoided looking at you.

Humiliation crawled so violently through your chest that for one awful moment you genuinely thought you might burst into tears right there in front of everyone.

So, you decided to play your final card.

After finishing helping Toph with one of the mattresses, you slowly rose to your feet. The others remained distracted arranging blankets and arguing over sleeping spots, giving you the perfect moment to speak.

"I'm sorry, guys." You said quietly, right before the final mattress could be laid down properly. 

"I think I'll head back to the inn for the night."

Almost immediately, Suki looked up in concern, her attention catching on your agitated expression.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah." You forced a faint smile. 

"I don't think the wine sat right in my stomach, and I'd rather be alone before it gets worse."

The excuse sounded embarrassingly pathetic even to you, though thankfully nobody questioned it.

You had barely managed three steps toward the hallway when Aang's voice suddenly cut through the room behind you.

"Wait—"

The word came out louder than he intended, pulling the attention of everyone gathered across the floor. Conversations halted almost immediately, Sokka halfway through unfolding another mattress while Suki looked up from where she sat beside him. 

Even Katara paused mid movement, fingers still curled around the edge of folded blankets.

Aang looked momentarily caught off guard by the silence he had created, standing near the doorway with his robes hanging loosely from his shoulders. 

His eyes found yours first before quickly shifting toward the others.

"I'll be back. I'll just walk her back. It's late." He said, clearing his throat once.

You stopped at the sound of him volunteering himself so quickly, though you made sure not to turn around immediately. 

The smile threatening to betray you curled against your mouth before you forced it back down, lowering your head just enough to hide it beneath the curtain of your hair.

Behind you came the soft sound of approaching footsteps.

You finally glanced sideways once his presence settled near enough to feel, only to notice your shadow disappearing beneath his entirely, swallowed whole against the wooden floorboards.

"Let's go."

You nodded softly before leaning sideways toward the room, offering everyone one last smile.

"Goodnight."

A chorus of sleepy replies followed, though the atmosphere had shifted too strangely.

You stepped into the hallway first, Aang close behind you.

Perhaps Katara already understood he would not be returning tonight. 

Perhaps all of them did.

Because right before Aang had pulled his robes back on, the mark you left behind had not gone unnoticed.

The bite pressed near his shoulder stood out plainly against his skin for one terrible second before fabric covered it again, though one second had been more than enough.

Enough for Sokka's expression to flatten beneath confusion.

Enough for Suki's eyes to widen before she quickly looked away.

Enough for Katara to go completely still.

No one spoke of it.

They simply resumed around the absence, voices awkwardly finding each other. 

Toph remained the only one untouched by the shift in atmosphere, still arguing with Zuko over where she wanted to sleep while the rest of them waited quietly for the Avatar's return despite knowing, somewhere deep down, that he would not be coming back anytime soon.

The walk back to the inn passed beneath a suffocating silence, neither of you quite knowing what could possibly be said after what had happened on that balcony.

Aang stayed half a step ahead the entire way, shoulders tense beneath his robes, attention fixed stubbornly on the empty streets ahead rather than you. 

You noticed it after the second block.

His hand.

The same hand that had been between your thighs less than half an hour ago kept flexing at his side every few moments, fingers curling tightly into his palm before releasing again, restless and agitated.

Once, he nearly lifted it toward his face before abruptly stopping midway, jaw tightening faintly as he forced it back down again.

You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from smiling.

Because despite the distance he was trying so desperately to create between himself and what happened, his body had already betrayed him entirely.

By the time you reached the inn, the silence between you had grown so dense it nearly felt tangible.

Aang stopped only once the two of you stood at the entrance, the lantern hanging beside gate casting a dim glow across the side of his face. 

For the first time since leaving Katara's house, he finally looked at you properly.

"Okay. Goodnight." He said after a moment.

You watched him step past you.

And just before he could get too far, you finally spoke.

"Come to my room, Aang."

He stopped instantly.

For a second he did not move at all, standing there with his back turned toward you before slowly facing you again. 

The flush across his face had not faded in the slightest, still spread stubbornly over his cheeks and ears while confusion sat plainly beneath it.

You tilted your head slightly.

"Did you really come all this way just to say nothing?"

Aang opened his mouth briefly, only for whatever response he meant to give to die somewhere before reaching his tongue. 

His attention slipped away from you again, landing somewhere near the floor while his hand flexed once more at his side.

Then, without a word, he closed the distance between you.

You turned before he could second guess himself, walking down the hallway with measured steps while his followed close behind you. 

Neither of you spoke as you unlocked the door, pushing it open before stepping aside to let him enter first.

Aang hesitated slightly before walking in.

You shut the door behind you and leaned against it for one brief moment, fingers still curled around the handle while your heartbeat thundered violently against your ribs.

Because all you could think now was—

It was now or never.

"Aang." You call out softly, just his name, testing the weight of it.

He flinches like you've struck him. His shoulders drop, his head bowing as if he's suddenly carrying the weight of the entire world again. 

"I shouldn't be here," he whispers into the quiet of the room, his voice cracking enough to show how close he is to snapping. 

"I should go back. It's not right, and—"

"It's not right," you interrupt, your voice dropping an octave. You take one step closer, watching him tense. 

"But you want to stay. You want this so badly it's making you tremble, Aang."

He lets out a ragged, broken sound somewhere between a sigh and a groan as he finally looks up. His eyes are wide and desperate with of confusion. 

"It's not that simple."

"Why not?" You're in his space now, close enough to feel the heat coming off him. 

You reach out, your fingertips barely grazing the fabric of his robes along his collarbone where you bit him earlier. 

He shudders at the proximity, his breath hitching. 

"You can go back to being the perfect Avatar, the perfect friend, the perfect everything. You can walk out that door right now and pretend this never happened."

You lean in closer, your lips brushing his ear, your voice a velvet promise. 

"But you won't. Because for the first time in your entire life, you're going to choose what you want. Not what's right or expected of you. Just what you want."

You pull back enough to catch his gaze, your eyes dark with the truth of it. 

"So tell me, Aang. Are you really going to walk out that door?"

He moves away from you, crossing to reach your bed.

Aang sinks onto the edge of your bed, burying his face in his hands as if he can squeeze the conflicting thoughts right out of his skull. 

You move to sit beside him, your thigh brushing his, and the way he flinches even now makes your pulse thrum.

"Why is this bothering you so much?" You ask softly, your voice a gentle caress against his turmoil.

"It's not..." He chokes out the lie, his fingers digging into his scalp. 

"It's just...everything changed. The way I look at you, the way you look at me it's like the world shifted and I don't know where my feet are supposed to land."

He turns his head, searching your face for something an explanation, a reason.

He finally asks—

"What do you need from me?"

You paused, not having expected it but grateful for his question nonetheless.

"I just want you." You say simply.

He stares at you, eyes wide and searching, trying to untangle the knots you've tied in his mind. 

You don't make him wait. 

You stand, moving between his knees as you straddle him, settling yourself firmly in his lap.

His hands hesitate in the air, fingers twitching as if they want to catch you, to hold you and then they drop, fists clenching at his sides as he forces himself to stay still.

"I will give you everything you want, Aang," You promise him, leaning in until your breath fans over his lips. 

"I will never disappoint you. I'll give you a home. Children. A safe place where you can just be Aang. No burdens."

The silence that follows is different, heavy with the weight of the life you've just offered him. 

Finally, he finds his voice. 

"Why...?"

"Because I want to." You say, the words sure and steady. 

"I want to be your wife."

Aang's entire body stills. 

His eyes widen, his breath hitching in his throat as if you've just knocked the wind out of him. 

"Why...why would you want that?" He sounds genuinely lost, as if you've just spoken a language he doesn't understand.

"Because..." You hesitate, letting out a chuckle as you see him unconsciously lean closer in patience.

"I love you," you say, leaning forward to press your forehead against his, closing your eyes. 

"And I want you to be free."

You stay there for a moment, letting the weight of your confession settle. 

When you pull back, he's looking at you with an expression you can't quite read.

It was something between awe and sheer terror.

For a long painful while, Aang said nothing at all. 

His eyes slowly slipped shut, his head lowering slightly while his fingers tightened into fists. 

You watched the conflict move across his face in, watching him sit there trying to untangle every thought pulling him apart from the inside.

And suddenly, fear crawled its way up your spine. It truly felt possible that he might pull away from you completely.

"You will have to come live in Republic City," He says quietly.

You were snapped out of your wallowing thoughts. 

When you finally replayed the moment, his sentence barely registered.

You were still too focused on the fear twisting inside your chest, too busy preparing yourself for rejection to properly process what he had actually said.

Then the meaning finally settled into place.

Your head snapped up immediately, as you froze, pulling back to stare at him in shock. 

"Are you...agreeing?"

He hesitates, his throat working as he swallows hard. Then, slowly, he nods.

You can't help it; a squeal of pure triumph escapes you. 

"Thank you, Aang!" 

You lunge forward to hug him again, the momentum sending you both backward onto the mattress.

When you sit back up, Aang's breath hitches. 

His eyes go wide as you reach for the hem of your top and pull it over your head in one fluid motion. 

The fabric slides off your shoulders, leaving you bare chested in the dim light, your nipples already peaked from the adrenaline.

"What are you doing?" He almost exclaims, his voice cracking. He wrenches his gaze away, jaw tight, shoulders hunching as if he's trying to make himself smaller.

"Isn't this why you came here?" You tilt your head, watching him through your lashes, your voice dropping into that sweet, manipulative purr.

"We still have things to talk about," He says, forcing himself to sit up straighter. 

He stares at your face with desperate intensity, pointedly ignoring the way your breasts are inches from his chest.

"Do you...not want me?" You let the question hang, making your voice go small, making your eyes well with perfectly calculated tears.

"That's not—!!" He cuts himself off, the confession dying in his throat.

"Then kiss me..." You whisper, the command soft but absolute.

Another moment passes in a thick and suffocating silence before he finally gives in. 

He leans in, his movement hesitant as he presses his lips to yours. 

It's not the confident kiss of a man who knows what he wants, it's the kiss of someone who's finally stopped fighting the inevitable.

You let the kiss linger, pressing into him enough to leave him breathless, then pull back with a shy, triumphant smile. 

"There..." You whisper, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw. 

"That wasn't so hard, was it?"

Before he can answer, you reach for the ties of his robes. 

Your movements are swift as you undo the knots. 

Aang freezes, his breath hitching in his throat, but he doesn't pull away. 

You peel the heavy fabric from his shoulders, exposing the broad span of his back and the striking blue line that curves down his spine. His skin is hot beneath your palms, and you feel the way his muscles jump at your touch.

"You're so beautiful." You coo, your voice a velvet caress as you slide the robes down his arms, leaving him bare chested. 

The arrowheads on his hands flex as he grips the mattress, knuckles white, his chest heaving.

You shift your weight, moving from his laps as you sink to your knees onto the ground between his legs, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. 

"May I?" you ask, your hands already moving to the waistband of his pants.

Aang makes a sound like he's choking on it. 

"I... yes," He manages, his voice barely a whisper.

When you finally free him, he's already past the point of no return. 

You take him in your hands first, stroking him slowly, watching his head fall back as his hand tremble to hold his weight upright. 

Then you lean in.

The first touch of your lips makes him gasp, his hips jerking up involuntarily. 

You go slow, teasing him, swirling your tongue around the head, catching every drop of pre cum. 

You want him to feel every sensation, to realize exactly what he's been missing. You take him in deep, inching slowly as your throat tightens around him, and the sound that leaves him is raw and broken.

"Spirits, please..." He moans, his fingers digging harshly into the sheets.

"Do you like this, Aang?" You murmur against him, pulling back enough to look up at him. 

"Do you like how I take care of you?"

You let the question hang in the air, your tongue slowly tracing the length of him again, making him whine that sweet, broken sound that tells you exactly how close he is. 

You can feel the way he's trembling beneath your touch, his breath coming in shallow, uneven hitches.

"Shh, I know," You whisper against him, your lips barely brushing the sensitive skin. 

"I've got you, Aang. Let me take care of you."

You keep your movements agonizingly slow. 

You drag your tongue up and down, teasing the ridge with just enough pressure to make his hips twitch involuntarily before you pull back. 

You want him suspended here right on the edge of conflict and emotion, hoping it might bring out some of his truth out with it.

His hand moves, finding the top of your head.

His fingers tangle in your hair, not pulling you but holding you there, grounded by the contact. 

"You're...you're making it so hard," He chokes out, his eyes squeezed shut, his head lulling back and forth.

"Is it too much?" You murmur, your voice dripping with fake concern as you take him deeper. 

You swirl your tongue around the tip, and the sound he makes, that wrecked, desperate whimper is better than any confession he could have given you.

You keep your pace steady, your eyes never leaving his face as you watch him whimper breathlessly. 

You lean back to press a soft kiss to his inner thigh, your lips barely grazing him, and hear him catch his breath sharply.

"Please..." He pleads, his voice cracking. "I don't... I don't know how to "

"It's okay," You interrupt softly, your hands sliding up his thighs to feel the taut muscle there. 

"Just feel it, Aang. Just feel how good this is."

You go back down, your tongue working in slow, deliberate circles, teasing the sensitive skin just below the head. 

When his hips buck upward, nearly meeting you halfway, you pause, pulling back once again to look up at him through your lashes. 

His chest is heaving, his skin flushed, those arrowhead on his hand flexing as he dug into the bedding.

"Do you want more?" You ask, your voice a velvet trap.

He can't even find words. 

He just nods, his whole body trembling with the effort of holding back.

You take him in deep, your throat tightening around him, letting out a soft, satisfied hum as you feel him shudder underneath you. 

You keep it slow, tantalizingly close to the edge, making him feel every single second of it.

You pull away abruptly, the sudden absence of your warmth making him let out a pathetic, wounded hiss through his teeth. 

You can't help the laugh that escapes you as you watch his hand leave your head and meet the mattress again, eyes glazed over and unfocused.

"You said earlier you've done this before," You state, moving your hand to resume that slow, torturous slide up and down his length. 

"Did she not do this...?"

Aang shakes his head, his entire body betraying him as a fresh bead of pre cum wells at the tip. 

He doesn't know you already know. He doesn't know you've already heard the truth, and you savor that.

"What did you do then?" You ask, your voice dripping with faux innocence.

"I...I used my fingers on her..." He trails off, his blush deepening to a feverish red that stains his cheeks and the tips of his ears. 

"Then I tried to..."

"Go on..." You encourage, stopping your hand entirely. 

You watch the way his breath hitches at the sudden lack of friction, his hips twitching upward instinctively.

"I used my mouth..." He chokes out, his voice barely audible. "But she didn't like it..."

"Not everyone enjoys it." You say with a gentle shrug.

"It difficult, being so exposed to the person you like..." Trailing off, you wait for a nuance, but his breathless gasps continue.

"Had she asked you to do it?"

"No..." He says immediately, the word tumbling out with a touch of guilt. 

"I just...I didn't want it to hurt her when we..."

You pout.

"How sweet of you, Aang," You coo, resuming the rhythmic movement of your hand. 

His hips jerk in place, his breath hitching as he fights to keep it together. 

"And then what happened?"

"Then we did... it." He groans, his eyes fluttering shut.

"Is she still in your life?" You question, watching to see if he would finally admit it.

"We never spoke about it after..."

"Oh, you poor thing..." You murmur, letting go of him entirely as you move upward to wrap your arms around him. 

You press your face into the crook of his neck, feeling the rapid thudding of his heart. 

"I would never deny you like that, Aang. Never."

The silence stretches and the weight of your words fall thick around you. 

Then, slowly, hesitantly, his arms come around you. His touch is almost reverent, his fingers curling into your back as he pulls you flush against him. 

"Thank you..." He whispers into your hair, so quiet you almost miss it.

You pull back to look him in the eyes, your expression a mask of perfect, gentle understanding. 

"Would you like to...try it with me?"

He doesn't hesitate this time. He nods, his grey eyes focused on yours with a look of surprising relief.

"Okay." You say, your smile widening just a fraction too far to be entirely innocent. 

"I think we can skip a step, since you've already used your fingers earlier tonight. Not that I'm opposed." You give a gentle wink, making him shyly avert his gaze.

The air in the room feels like it might combust from the sheer, unadulterated tension as you slide off his lap, the movement agonizingly slow. 

The sound of your skirt hitting the floor is the only thing breaking the silence, followed by the sight of your soaked underwear being peeled away.

Aang's breath hitches audibly as he watches you maneuver onto the bed.

His eyes drop to where you're sitting back against the pillows, legs spreading open to reveal everything to him, glistening and swollen in the dim light. 

He looks completely undone. 

He crawls forward on his knees, hovering over you like he's approaching something sacred, his hands trembling as they ghost over your thighs.

When his thumb finally makes contact, pressing against your already swollen folds, you can't help it that sharp hiss escapes your teeth.

"Hahh!" 

You arch slightly, your fingers digging into the bedsheets. 

You look down at him through your lashes, voice breathless and strained. 

"Do you...know what to do?"

Aang shakes his head, his face flushed a deep, burning red. 

He looks absolutely terrified to mess this up, yet the need in his eyes is undeniable. 

Without waiting for another word, he leans forward, his tongue darting out to taste you.

The contact makes your hips jerk upward, and when he pulls back, a long, broken moan tears from your throat. 

You can feel the heat radiating off him, the sheer desperation in his movements.

"That's okay..." You say, your voice dropping into as devastatingly sweet, encouraging tone. 

You reach down, your palm cupping his cheek, forcing him to look up at you while his mouth is still wet from you. 

The arrow on his head catches the light, his pupils dilated and hazy with need. 

"I...I will help you..."

You slide your hand over his head, guiding him back down, pressing him closer until his lips meet you again. 

Under your hand, you can feel the way he shudders, gasping against you as he finally lets himself lose control, his tongue working with a clumsy, earnest passion that makes your vision blur.

The way he's looking at you right now dazed and flushed, is better than any orgasm. 

You reach down, your fingers spreading his lips apart just slightly so you can guide his face, your voice dropping into a low and instructional tone.

"No, not like that..." You mumble, your thumb grazing his bottom lip. 

"Lower. Right...there." 

You push him down, your hips tilting instinctively toward the contact. When his tongue finds the swollen nub of your clit, you let out a sharp, broken gasp that makes him jerk back. 

"Slow down, Aang. Use the flat of your tongue. Don't...don't be so frantic."

He obeys instantly, his movements cautious and devout as if he's afraid he might get the same reaction he got last time. 

But you can feel the desperation beneath his hesitation, the way his fingers curl into the flesh of your thighs, knuckles white. 

You guide his head with your hands, showing him exactly how you want to be touched long, slow strokes that make your whole body tense, then quick, teasing laps that make your breath hitch.

"Yes...just like that,... You pant, your voice making the short hairs at the nape of his neck stand up. 

"Oh Aang...! You're doing so good. So good for me..."

The praise is clearly working; you feel him adjust, his tongue finding a rhythm that makes your toes curl.

You can feel him watching you through his lashes, studying your face for every twitch of your lips and every stuttered breath. 

You want him to see exactly what he's doing to you, to witness the way his tongue is pleasuring you unimaginably.

You tilt your head back and whisper his name like a mantra. 

"That's it, Aang! Just like that...You're doing so well for me!"

You let your head fall back against the pillows, your breath coming in shallow, staggered gasps as you guide him. Your hand is gently pressing his face closer whenever he hesitates, whenever he pulls back to look at you with those wide, uncertain eyes.

"There...keep going—!" You moan, your hips tilting up of their own accord. "Right there!"

The ragged sound he makes when he's trying to be careful is more intoxicating than any physical sensation. 

Every time your soft instructions pull a whimper from him, a spike of triumph shoots through you.

He's being so careful. So incredibly gentle with you, his tongue moving with a hesitant reverence that makes your stomach flip. He's trying to learn you, trying so hard to do this right, and the sheer vulnerability of it is what finally breaks you.

You did it.

You eyes flutter shut as another wave of pleasure rolls through you. 

You actually did it.

The thought is more intoxicating than the sex itself. 

The realization that you've dismantled the Avatar, stripped away the hero and the monk until all that's left is this raw, exposed boy who is so desperately trying to please you...it's better than anything you could have imagined when you started this a day ago.

"Y-you're doing so good..." You whisper the genuine praise that makes him shudder. His tongue sweeps again, longer this time, more confident, and you can't help the way your thighs tighten around his face, pulling him in. 

"Just like that, Aang. Don't stop. Don't you dare stop...!"

You listen to the wet, slurping sounds of him working on you, the way he swallows every moan you let out, and you feel that possessive heat blooming in your chest. 

He's not yours yet.

Not entirely. 

But you can feel the shift in him. 

The way he's clinging to you, the way he's listening to you.

When he finally presses his face harder against you, his breath hot against your damp skin, and you feel that first surge of your orgasm building. 

You meet him halfway, your hips arching up, your fingers digging into his skin as you whisper his name like a prayer.

"That's it...oh spirits, Aang..."

You watch him through heavy eyelids, the way his jaw works, the way his eyes go unfocused as he feels you writhe under him. 

And you realize that you're already planning how to make him do this again. 

And again. 

And again. 

Until he doesn't even remember what it was like when you weren't the only thing he wanted to please.

"Aang, I'm—!" The words catch in your throat as a wave of pleasure begins to build harshly.  "I'm going to—!"

"I've got you..." He mumbles against your skin, his voice thick and unrecognizable. 

He presses his face into you, his tongue working with a sudden, focused intensity that shatters your last thread of control.

Your orgasm hits like a physical blow, your entire body going rigid as you cry out his name, sinking your fingers into his scalp as you come apart beneath him. 

You feel him catch every drop, his tongue sweeping over you with a greedy thoroughness that leaves you shaking and breathless.

When you finally slump back, your chest heaving, your skin slick with sweat, he pulls back to look up at you. 

His face is feverish, his lips wet, and his eyes are completely glazed with something that looks terrifyingly close to worship.

"Was that..." He starts, his voice cracking. 

"Was that okay?"

You can't even find the words to tell him it was better than perfect. 

You just reach down, your fingers trembling as you cup his face, pulling him back up for a kiss that tastes of you and him.

You guide his back to the pillows with gentle pressure from your hands on his shoulders, watching the way he settles beneath you, all broad shoulders and lean muscles, his tattooed arms splayed out like he's surrendering to something inevitable. 

He looks utterly wrecked, his breathing still coming in ragged puffs, his gaze following your every movement with a mix of curiosity and unadulterated terror.

"I've got you..." You assure, your voice like honey as you straddle his hips. 

You do not rush it. 

You don't even move to come down on him yet. 

You just sit there, your knees on either side of his thighs, feeling the heat radiating off him. 

"Just breathe, Aang. Look at me."

His gaze snaps up to yours, so wide and vulnerable. 

You reach down, your thumb grazing over his lips to wipe the remnants of your pleasure, and he lets out a choked sound when you touch him.

"Shh..." You coo, leaning forward until your breasts brush his chest, your nipples grazing against his skin. 

"I'm going to be so careful with you. I promise."

When you finally lower yourself down, the way he gasps a broken, shattered sound that rips straight through your chest is almost enough to make you stop. 

But you don't. 

You sink down slowly, agonizingly slow, taking him in inch by inch. 

You watch his eyes pull open before screwing shut the next second, his head falling back into the pillows as you fill yourself completely. You can feel his hands hovering just above your waist, trembling, wanting to grab you but terrified to do so.

"That's it..." You moan, your voice thick with the pleasure he's giving you. 

"Oh Aang...you feel so good."

You start to move, but it's not fast. No matter how desperate you were, you do not pick up your pace. 

You move slow, grinding back and forth on him. 

You're taking your time, riding him with a languid motion that forces him to feel every single corner of you. You lean forward and whisper in his ear.

"Tell me what you want me to do, Aang. Tell me how you want me."

"I..." He swallows hard, his hands finally coming to rest on your hips, his fingers digging into your skin with a desperation that makes your smile.

"I want you to...just like that. Please." His sentence was incomplete, but you understood plenty. 

You let out a throaty moan, arching your back as you grind down on him, your moans getting louder, more shameless. 

You want him to hear it. You want him to hear exactly what he's doing to you. You press your palms flat against his chest, feeling his heart hammering like a trapped bird beneath your touch.

"You're so beautiful..." You whisper, your voice trembling with genuine awe as your eyes brim with tears. 

"My perfect, beautiful Aang."

The way he says your name after, in that broken, wrecked manner is when you know you've really done it. 

You've broken him open. 

And as you find your rhythm, as you ride him with the motive to give him that devastating pleasure, you know you're never letting him go.

You lean forward, as you press your chest against his, burying your face in the crook of his neck. Your fingers find your own aching heat, working in a rhythmic counterpoint.

Aang is completely lost now, his head lolling back, his throat working around a broken moan as you guide him toward the edge.

"Aang..." You whisper against his skin, your breath hot making him shudder. You pull back, looking at him softly as you ghost your lips over his.

"I need you to...I need you to let go. Just like that. For me."

His fingers press into your waist with strength. 

His eyes find yours, and for a moment, you finally see it.

The moment he decides to stop fighting.

When it happens, it's so beautiful. 

You feel his entire body seize beneath you, his hips arching off the mattress as he finally breaks. 

You don't even flinch when he gasps your name with a sob, pressing yourself down hard, grinding against him, ensuring every single drop of him is claimed. 

You take it all, swallowing his release with a greedy, possessive whimper, your own orgasm crashing over you in that leaves you trembling.

You stay there for a long time, collapsed against his chest, listening to the frantic, uneven thudding of his heart. 

You can feel the warmth of him still inside you, a thrumming weight that makes your stomach flip with triumph.

Slowly, you pull back. His eyes are still blown wide, staring at the ceiling with a look of complete, hollowed out shock. 

He's breathing hard, his skin flushed, the arrow on his head a stark against his pale skin. 

He looks utterly shattered, completely undone by you.

"Aang?" you whisper, your voice innocent.

He doesn't answer. He just lies there, staring, still taking long inhales through his nose. 

You know exactly what you've done. 

You've crossed a line he can never uncross. 

You've claimed him in the most irreversible way, and you did it while making him think it was his choice.

"Oh, Aang..." You murmur, your hand coming up to stroke his cheek, your thumb tracing the curve of his lower lip. 

"You were so good. So perfect."

His eyelashes flutter, and for a moment, you think he might cry. Then, his hand moves slow, hesitant and rests against your thigh. It's not a push away. It's still there.

“Weren’t you…supposed to…move?” he managed to choke out eventually, his eyes searching yours while you stared back at him in confusion.

For a moment, you genuinely had no idea what he meant.

So you simply waited for him to explain himself.

Except he never actually said it.

Instead, his attention dropped lower, landing where your bodies were still pressed together intimately, and realization hit you almost instantly.

You giggle, lowering your chest to his, as you hold him.

"I wanted it." You confess softly, leaning forward to press a tender kiss to his temple. 

"I wanted you. All of you."

You stay there, wrapped around him, waiting. 

Waiting for the moment he realizes he can't go back. 

Waiting for the moment he accepts he's yours.

And as you feel him exhale, a long, shuddering breath that dissolves into that of relief, you know.

You've already won.

Months later, sometimes you still thought about the look on Katara's face when you and Aang announced not only that you were together, but that the wedding would follow two months later.

You had not enjoyed it.

That was perhaps the cruelest part of all this. 

Beneath the jealousy, the selfishness, beneath the quiet satisfaction curling inside your chest, Katara had still been your friend. 

The sight of her standing there so perfectly composed while grief leaked through the cracks of her face had filled you with immediate guilt.

But guilt did not undo anything.

She had her chance, and she let it pass her by with trembling hands and too much hesitation. 

You had been offered the very same thing only once, and you had taken it without allowing yourself enough time to think twice.

That alone had decided everything.

It did not matter now anyway. 

The damage had already settled itself between all of you. 

You still saw them, of course.

Toph remained unchanged, thankfully immune to awkwardness, still insulting you with the same affection she always had. 

Zuko treated everything with neutrality, though every now and then you would catch the faintest exhaustion in his eyes whenever tension filled the room for too long.

But Sokka had grown quieter around both of you, his easy laughter no longer arriving naturally, while Suki watched situations unfold with patience, refusing to interfere. 

And Katara—

Katara tried.

Spirits, she really tried.

Yet there was only so much grace a person could carry before it started collapsing under its own weight.

The worst part was that none of them even lived in Republic City anymore except for her.

Despite it, you moved to the city.

You had promised Aang you would, and unlike everyone else, you never made promises to him you did not intend to keep.

The pregnancy had complicated things almost immediately. 

Explaining why your stomach had already begun rounding before the wedding was difficult enough, though the true horror came when four months into your marriage you could no longer disguise it beneath layered robes and loose fabric.

People counted months cruelly.

Especially your own friends.

Still, none of them said anything directly. 

Not even Katara.

Marriage itself settled around you strangely fast. 

Domestic life came naturally, and it unexpected how easily your fell into it.

Slipping into place piece by piece until you could no longer imagine waking without Aang somewhere nearby.

Though 'nearby' often meant temporary.

He was gone more than he was home, forever chasing disasters across nations, disappearing on Appa before sunrise whenever the duties of the Avatar demanded him elsewhere. 

Sometimes he would return exhausted enough to barely stay awake through dinner before collapsing beside you still half dressed.

Other nights he came home restless, carrying the weight of too many people needing too much from him all at once.

But whenever he was home, he loved you openly.

That was what mattered most.

By the seventh month of your pregnancy, Aang had developed the habit of kneeling in front of you every evening, pressing his ear against your stomach with complete seriousness while the twins shifted violently beneath your skin.

"They're arguing again." He would say thoughtfully.

You laughed every single time.

"They are not arguing."

"They definitely are. This one keeps kicking the other."

"They must have inherited your inability to sit still."

Aang only grinned before pressing another kiss against your stomach, completely unbothered by your jokes.

He was convinced both babies would be girls.

You remained certain one would be a boy.

Neither of you won.

The labor lasted nearly an entire night, leaving you exhausted beyond reason by the time the twins finally arrived screaming into the world shortly before dawn.

You gave birth to two boys. 

Two impossibly tiny boys with lungs strong enough to wake half the district.

Aang cried harder than either of them did.

You would remember that forever.

The sight of him sitting beside you with one baby clutched awkwardly against his chest while the other rested in your arms, tears slipping down his face faster than he could wipe them away.

You knew he was overwhelmed by something too enormous to fit inside him.

They looked more like him than you from the very beginning.

Those very grey eyes. His nose. Their pale skin that scrunched impossibly whenever they cried too hard.

You could feel it already, that they would be very powerful.

He held those boys carefully, almost fearfully, as though he could not quite believe they were real.

Months later, late at night. you would often find yourself curled against Aang’s side in bed while the twins slept against his chest, tiny bodies rising and falling steadily.

Something deep in Aang seemed to settle whenever the twins were in his arms. The sight softened something deep inside him every single time.

“What’s wrong?” You asked once after catching him staring at them for far too long, distant thoughts clouding his face while one of the babies slept soundly beneath his chin.

Aang blinked before smiling faintly.

“Nothing.”

You leaned closer, pressing a gentle kiss against his shoulder before settling back into his side again, one hand moving instinctively to pat the back of the baby resting on his chest while Aang carefully adjusted the other higher against him.

Then, after a while, his hand drifted absentmindedly toward one of the twins, fingertips brushing softly through the wisps of hair on his head just as a tiny gust of air stirred weakly around the tiny blankets.

The movement was small, but it made you go completely still.

Because suddenly, you understood.

After all, you had not simply become his wife.

You had become the future of the Air Nomads.

The only future left.

a/n: i laughed OUT LOUD on many occasions as i was editing it. but i still like it very much. so, i will sit in my shame like the clown that i am.

masterlist :: atla masterlist

[katarasdoll]

STOP TAGGING AANG SMUT IN ZUKO SMUT, LET ME READ SMUTS OF MY BALD HEAD BOYFRIEND OMG

[zaerilyn]

PART 2 OF CONSUME PLEASE OH MH GOD IT WAS SO GOOD

18+ MDNI, corrupted!aang, adult!aang, touch-starved, needy & whiny sub!aang turning feral dom, virgin!aang, size kink, overstimulation, dumbification, creampie, breeding kink, temple desecration, heavy oral, riding, switch, avatar state sex ♫ 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 : 𝘓𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘦 - 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘯𝘥 ♪

part one

the meditation sanctuary was quiet except for the soft crackle of candles and the wet, desperate sounds of 𝓐𝓪𝓷𝓰’s mouth on yours. his huge body pinned you to the floor cushions, those glowing blue arrows pulsing faintly under his skin like he was barely holding himself together. you could feel the thick, heavy outline of his cock pressing insistently against your thigh through his loose pants; rock hard and leaking so much precum that a dark wet spot had already soaked through the fabric.

you pulled back from the kiss with a gentle, messy pop and smiled at him tenderly, cupping his flushed cheek with your palm. your thumb gently brushed over the blue arrow tattoo on his forehead. “come here, baby,” you whispered softly, voice warm and full of affection. “sit on the edge of the altar for me, yeah? let me take care of you.”

his grey eyes were blown wide, pupils swallowing the silver. he nodded frantically and obeyed, scooting back until his ass hit the low stone ledge. his hands shook as he shoved his pants down. the second his cock sprang free, it slapped heavily against his toned abs. thick, veiny, stupidly long, the flushed head glistening with a fat bead of precum that slowly dribbled down the shaft. he was massive. bigger than you’d imagined in all those nights you’d touched yourself thinking about him. the sight alone made your mouth water.

“spirits, aang…” you breathed, crawling between his spread thighs with genuine awe. “look at you. you’re so hard for me, hm?”

he whimpered, nodding desperately, chest heaving. “y-yes—please, y/n… i’ve dreamed about this every single night. waking up sticky and aching, whispering your name… hah—ngh—i can’t—please touch me—”

you wrapped both hands around his impressive girth, barely able to close your fingers, and stroked him slowly, spreading the slick precum. the wet schlick-schlick sound made him jolt and let out the whiniest, neediest moan you’d ever heard.

“shhh, it’s okay, baby,” you murmured, leaning in. “you’ve been holding back for so long. let me give you this. you deserve it.”

you dragged your tongue slowly up the underside of his throbbing shaft, savoring the salty-sweet taste of him. aang’s hips jerked hard, a guttural, broken moan ripping from his throat. you swirled your tongue around the fat, sensitive head, sucking just the tip into your warm mouth while one hand stroked what you couldn’t fit and the other gently rolled his heavy, full balls.

“o-oh spirits—y/n—your mouth—fuck, fuck, it feels so good—i can’t—hah—please don’t stop—please—”

his voice cracked into the whiniest, most pathetic sounds. the woman of his dreams was actually on her knees with her lips wrapped around his cock, tongue flicking the sensitive slit while she played with his balls. it was too much. his muscular thighs started trembling violently. you hollowed your cheeks and took him deeper, only halfway because he was simply too big, but the wet heat and the way your tongue kept teasing the underside made his head fall back with a broken sob.

“gonna—gonna cum—can’t hold it—y/n please—i’m sorry—i’m so sorry—feels too good—”

you pulled off just enough to look up at him lovingly, lips shiny with spit and precum. “it’s okay, baby. cum for me. let go. i’ve got you.”

that was all it took for aang’s whole body seized up. his cock throbbed hard in your grip and the first thick rope of cum shot across your cheek with enough force to make you blink. the second painted your lips, the third splashed warm and sticky across the swell of your tits. he kept cumming—long, heavy spurts that just wouldn’t stop—while he made the most broken, wrecked noises you’d ever heard, hips twitching helplessly.

you stroked him gently through every pulse until he was gasping and whimpering. when you finally sat back, his cum dripped from your chin onto your chest. aang looked absolutely ruined. cheeks flushed, mouth open, eyes glassy like his brain had disrupted.

“i-i’m so sorry,” he panted hoarsely, voice trembling. “didn’t mean to ruin your pretty face… i couldn’t hold back—oh fuck—”

ever the sweet gentleman, even while his cock was still twitching and half-hard, he leaned down and started cleaning you up. his tongue dragged hot and slow over your cheek, then lower, sucking softly on your nipples with needy little moans. he licked and sucked at your tits like a man starved, cleaning every drop while his hands gently kneaded the soft flesh. the wet, obscene sounds of his mouth, the filthy little slurps and swallows, made your pussy clench hard.

“fuck, you’re doing so good for me,” you breathed, threading your fingers through his head and stroking it soothingly. “such a good boy...”

you guided him to lie back fully on the cool stone altar. “need to feel you inside me.”

he nodded eagerly, still glowing faintly. you stripped the rest of your clothes off and straddled him, rubbing his massive cock between your soaked folds before slowly sinking down. the stretch was intense and perfect. inch after thick inch filled you until you could see the clear bulge of his cock pressing up against your lower belly. you moaned softly, the sound echoing off the temple walls.

“spirits, aang… you’re so big,” you whispered breathlessly, eyes fluttering.

his hands gripped your hips tightly. “yn—so tight—feels like heaven—ngh—you’re squeezing me so perfectly—please move—hah—please—”

you planted your palms on his chest and started riding him with slow, deep rolls of your hips, your ass bouncing with every drop. the wet slap-slap-slap of skin filling the sanctuary. your pussy clung to him desperately, creamy slick coating every vein. you leaned forward, chest to chest, kissing him deeply while grinding your clit against his base. you nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin of his neck and collarbone, leaving little marks that made him keen loudly, back arching clean off the stone.

he came again with a loud, broken sob, glowing brighter as he pumped thick loads deep inside you. the feeling pushed you over the edge too, your walls fluttering around him.

you collapsed beside him, chest heaving, legs shaking, a soft smile on your lips. but when you glanced over, his cock was still rock-hard, twitching angrily against his abs, and the glow was only getting stronger.

had the avatar really just slipped into that glowing, all-powerful state because the bliss of being buried inside you was simply too much for him to handle? figures. nothing like the love of his life to make the master of all four elements completely lose his mind.

before you could even catch your breath, aang rolled on top of you, pinning your wrists above your head with one huge hand. his voice had dropped into something deeper, rougher, almost unrecognizable. “more… hah—i need more, yn. can’t stop—please—”

he shoved your thighs apart and thrust back inside you in one brutal stroke, burying himself to the hilt. you cried out at the overwhelming fullness, pleasure quickly tipping into overstimulation.

“aang—babe—slow down a little—” you gasped, but after those two orgasms something in him had completely snapped. the gentle, sweet aang you knew was gone, replaced by this glowing, feral version that fucked like he was possessed.

he hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, folding you open so he could drive impossibly deeper while you were still on your back. the new angle made you see stars as he pounded into you relentlessly, the wet squelching sounds of his cock rearranging your insides echoing through the sacred temple.

when it became too much, your body acted on pure instinct and you tried to crawl away clumsily on shaking limbs, already on your hands and knees. a strong arm hooked around your waist and yanked you back against him.

“where are you going, baby?” he growled against your ear, voice dark and hungry. “we’re not done yet… hm?”

he mounted you from behind right there on the sacred altar cushions in plain, usual doggy style. the loud, wet slap of his hips against your ass grew even filthier as he rutted into you relentlessly.

he was in full avatar state now. blue arrows blazing brightly across his skin. this was the third time he’d cum inside you… wait, no, fourth? you couldn’t even tell anymore. your mind was completely gone, body trembling violently from the nonstop overstimulation as he kept pounding into you without mercy.

he came again and again, flooding your pussy with load after load of hot cum. every time some tried to leak out, he’d pull back just enough to push two thick fingers in alongside his still-hard cock, scooping it up and stuffing it back inside you with possessive little whimpers. “can’t waste it… gotta keep you full… all mine…”

somewhere in the pleasure-drunk fog, a delirious little thought crossed your mind: the air nomad ancestors were probably watching from the spirit world right now, equal parts scandalized and proud. after all, you two were passionately defiling their sacred meditation altar in the most thorough attempt at repopulating the airbenders the world had ever seen. if that wasn’t dedication, what was?

another devastating orgasm ripped through you, your vision blurring at the edges.

“aang—i can’t—’m gonna—”

he pressed a surprisingly tender kiss to your shoulder, still buried deep, still moving slow and possessive even as you shook apart.

“don’t worry, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice raw and loving yet completely unhinged. “i’ve got you. gonna keep you so full… make sure every drop stays right where it belongs.”

that was the last thing you heard before everything went soft and dark around the edges.

the great o’ mighty avatar—your sweet, gentle aang—had finally lost control completely. and just like that, the air temple would never quite feel the same again.

[zatrinaxxx]

RReposting it because this art...You have to memorize it

[zaerilyn]

PART 2 OF CONSUME PLEASE OH MH GOD IT WAS SO GOOD

18+ MDNI, corrupted!aang, adult!aang, touch-starved, needy & whiny sub!aang turning feral dom, virgin!aang, size kink, overstimulation, dumbification, creampie, breeding kink, temple desecration, heavy oral, riding, switch, avatar state sex ♫ 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 : 𝘓𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘦 - 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘯𝘥 ♪

part one

the meditation sanctuary was quiet except for the soft crackle of candles and the wet, desperate sounds of 𝓐𝓪𝓷𝓰’s mouth on yours. his huge body pinned you to the floor cushions, those glowing blue arrows pulsing faintly under his skin like he was barely holding himself together. you could feel the thick, heavy outline of his cock pressing insistently against your thigh through his loose pants; rock hard and leaking so much precum that a dark wet spot had already soaked through the fabric.

you pulled back from the kiss with a gentle, messy pop and smiled at him tenderly, cupping his flushed cheek with your palm. your thumb gently brushed over the blue arrow tattoo on his forehead. “come here, baby,” you whispered softly, voice warm and full of affection. “sit on the edge of the altar for me, yeah? let me take care of you.”

his grey eyes were blown wide, pupils swallowing the silver. he nodded frantically and obeyed, scooting back until his ass hit the low stone ledge. his hands shook as he shoved his pants down. the second his cock sprang free, it slapped heavily against his toned abs. thick, veiny, stupidly long, the flushed head glistening with a fat bead of precum that slowly dribbled down the shaft. he was massive. bigger than you’d imagined in all those nights you’d touched yourself thinking about him. the sight alone made your mouth water.

“spirits, aang…” you breathed, crawling between his spread thighs with genuine awe. “look at you. you’re so hard for me, hm?”

he whimpered, nodding desperately, chest heaving. “y-yes—please, y/n… i’ve dreamed about this every single night. waking up sticky and aching, whispering your name… hah—ngh—i can’t—please touch me—”

you wrapped both hands around his impressive girth, barely able to close your fingers, and stroked him slowly, spreading the slick precum. the wet schlick-schlick sound made him jolt and let out the whiniest, neediest moan you’d ever heard.

“shhh, it’s okay, baby,” you murmured, leaning in. “you’ve been holding back for so long. let me give you this. you deserve it.”

you dragged your tongue slowly up the underside of his throbbing shaft, savoring the salty-sweet taste of him. aang’s hips jerked hard, a guttural, broken moan ripping from his throat. you swirled your tongue around the fat, sensitive head, sucking just the tip into your warm mouth while one hand stroked what you couldn’t fit and the other gently rolled his heavy, full balls.

“o-oh spirits—y/n—your mouth—fuck, fuck, it feels so good—i can’t—hah—please don’t stop—please—”

his voice cracked into the whiniest, most pathetic sounds. the woman of his dreams was actually on her knees with her lips wrapped around his cock, tongue flicking the sensitive slit while she played with his balls. it was too much. his muscular thighs started trembling violently. you hollowed your cheeks and took him deeper, only halfway because he was simply too big, but the wet heat and the way your tongue kept teasing the underside made his head fall back with a broken sob.

“gonna—gonna cum—can’t hold it—y/n please—i’m sorry—i’m so sorry—feels too good—”

you pulled off just enough to look up at him lovingly, lips shiny with spit and precum. “it’s okay, baby. cum for me. let go. i’ve got you.”

that was all it took for aang’s whole body seized up. his cock throbbed hard in your grip and the first thick rope of cum shot across your cheek with enough force to make you blink. the second painted your lips, the third splashed warm and sticky across the swell of your tits. he kept cumming—long, heavy spurts that just wouldn’t stop—while he made the most broken, wrecked noises you’d ever heard, hips twitching helplessly.

you stroked him gently through every pulse until he was gasping and whimpering. when you finally sat back, his cum dripped from your chin onto your chest. aang looked absolutely ruined. cheeks flushed, mouth open, eyes glassy like his brain had disrupted.

“i-i’m so sorry,” he panted hoarsely, voice trembling. “didn’t mean to ruin your pretty face… i couldn’t hold back—oh fuck—”

ever the sweet gentleman, even while his cock was still twitching and half-hard, he leaned down and started cleaning you up. his tongue dragged hot and slow over your cheek, then lower, sucking softly on your nipples with needy little moans. he licked and sucked at your tits like a man starved, cleaning every drop while his hands gently kneaded the soft flesh. the wet, obscene sounds of his mouth, the filthy little slurps and swallows, made your pussy clench hard.

“fuck, you’re doing so good for me,” you breathed, threading your fingers through his head and stroking it soothingly. “such a good boy...”

you guided him to lie back fully on the cool stone altar. “need to feel you inside me.”

he nodded eagerly, still glowing faintly. you stripped the rest of your clothes off and straddled him, rubbing his massive cock between your soaked folds before slowly sinking down. the stretch was intense and perfect. inch after thick inch filled you until you could see the clear bulge of his cock pressing up against your lower belly. you moaned softly, the sound echoing off the temple walls.

“spirits, aang… you’re so big,” you whispered breathlessly, eyes fluttering.

his hands gripped your hips tightly. “yn—so tight—feels like heaven—ngh—you’re squeezing me so perfectly—please move—hah—please—”

you planted your palms on his chest and started riding him with slow, deep rolls of your hips, your ass bouncing with every drop. the wet slap-slap-slap of skin filling the sanctuary. your pussy clung to him desperately, creamy slick coating every vein. you leaned forward, chest to chest, kissing him deeply while grinding your clit against his base. you nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin of his neck and collarbone, leaving little marks that made him keen loudly, back arching clean off the stone.

he came again with a loud, broken sob, glowing brighter as he pumped thick loads deep inside you. the feeling pushed you over the edge too, your walls fluttering around him.

you collapsed beside him, chest heaving, legs shaking, a soft smile on your lips. but when you glanced over, his cock was still rock-hard, twitching angrily against his abs, and the glow was only getting stronger.

had the avatar really just slipped into that glowing, all-powerful state because the bliss of being buried inside you was simply too much for him to handle? figures. nothing like the love of his life to make the master of all four elements completely lose his mind.

before you could even catch your breath, aang rolled on top of you, pinning your wrists above your head with one huge hand. his voice had dropped into something deeper, rougher, almost unrecognizable. “more… hah—i need more, yn. can’t stop—please—”

he shoved your thighs apart and thrust back inside you in one brutal stroke, burying himself to the hilt. you cried out at the overwhelming fullness, pleasure quickly tipping into overstimulation.

“aang—babe—slow down a little—” you gasped, but after those two orgasms something in him had completely snapped. the gentle, sweet aang you knew was gone, replaced by this glowing, feral version that fucked like he was possessed.

he hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, folding you open so he could drive impossibly deeper while you were still on your back. the new angle made you see stars as he pounded into you relentlessly, the wet squelching sounds of his cock rearranging your insides echoing through the sacred temple.

when it became too much, your body acted on pure instinct and you tried to crawl away clumsily on shaking limbs, already on your hands and knees. a strong arm hooked around your waist and yanked you back against him.

“where are you going, baby?” he growled against your ear, voice dark and hungry. “we’re not done yet… hm?”

he mounted you from behind right there on the sacred altar cushions in plain, usual doggy style. the loud, wet slap of his hips against your ass grew even filthier as he rutted into you relentlessly.

he was in full avatar state now. blue arrows blazing brightly across his skin. this was the third time he’d cum inside you… wait, no, fourth? you couldn’t even tell anymore. your mind was completely gone, body trembling violently from the nonstop overstimulation as he kept pounding into you without mercy.

he came again and again, flooding your pussy with load after load of hot cum. every time some tried to leak out, he’d pull back just enough to push two thick fingers in alongside his still-hard cock, scooping it up and stuffing it back inside you with possessive little whimpers. “can’t waste it… gotta keep you full… all mine…”

somewhere in the pleasure-drunk fog, a delirious little thought crossed your mind: the air nomad ancestors were probably watching from the spirit world right now, equal parts scandalized and proud. after all, you two were passionately defiling their sacred meditation altar in the most thorough attempt at repopulating the airbenders the world had ever seen. if that wasn’t dedication, what was?

another devastating orgasm ripped through you, your vision blurring at the edges.

“aang—i can’t—’m gonna—”

he pressed a surprisingly tender kiss to your shoulder, still buried deep, still moving slow and possessive even as you shook apart.

“don’t worry, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice raw and loving yet completely unhinged. “i’ve got you. gonna keep you so full… make sure every drop stays right where it belongs.”

that was the last thing you heard before everything went soft and dark around the edges.

the great o’ mighty avatar—your sweet, gentle aang—had finally lost control completely. and just like that, the air temple would never quite feel the same again.

[rihyul]

the glasses stay on btw ────୨ৎ────

genre 𑣲 smut, mdni drabbles 𑣲 thinking abt riding ohyul in the studio.. warnings 𑣲 unprotected sex, public (?), creampie

thinking abt riding ohyul in the studio late at night whilst he’s wearing these thick frames. face flushed and hair fucked as he chokes on another sob as you bounce up n down, gummy walls clenching so tight around his thick cock. he can’t help but throw his head back as endless streams of moans leave his pretty mouth, lips biting them raw as you slow your pace down. you grind your hips down fully, ass flushed against his thighs so you can feel every inch rubbing inside. he grips onto your waist for mercy, lashes fluttering up at you w those pretty eyes as he begs you to let him cum.

“s’good, need it. feel s’good, hah, please go faster baby.” he croaks out shakily, eyes rolling back as he ruts his hips up fucking his wet cock back into your tight pussy. your fingers trail down to your clit, rubbing it frantically as you tighten up again. you resume your fast pace again, babbling praises of him being such a good boy but all he’s focusing on is his hips meeting halfway up as you bounce down, the wet sounds shamelessly filling the empty studio room. ohyul could sense you were close as your thighs trembled on top of him, each thrust punching a small sob out of you. he was so close too and you both cry out, ohyul filling your wet cunt w his sticky cum. he threw his head back with a long drawn out moan, glasses now askew on his fucked out face. you collapsed forward onto his chest, panting softly to catch your breath but he’s already half hard again, lazily fucking his cum back into your creamy cunt to make more of a mess.

“again?” he whispered, looking up at you with those pleading eyes as he cutely fixes the glasses back into place and how could you say no to that ❤︎

[royalryul]

[18+] virgin ohyul (afab reader)

j’s note: not beta read ! feel free to ignore any mistakes or tell me about them. warning, ohyul is lowkey a pathetic loser

ohyul thought a lot about what it’d be like to fuck you for the first time. in his imagination, you’d see his legs spread wide open on the couch, almost like an invitation. you’d crawl to him, eyes completely focused on the bulge taking shape in his jeans. he’d go nice and slow, working you up and kissing across your chest. you’d whine about how he teases you, begging him to fuck you already. the two of you would be like that all night. him breaking you apart, putting you back together, and ruining you all over again until you’re panting and gasping for air.

ohyul knew how smooth he’d be, moving his hips in a way you’d like, building a steady rhythm that made you feel the drag of his cock. he’d be able to pop the back of your bra with a quick pinch of the clasps, followed by you gasping at the skill from his fingers. every song he had saved to his playlist was made for this moment, a lesson for how to make you crazy for him.

but now, he cringes at the memory of your first time together. completely embarrassed by his cockiness that came from before. his eyes were squeezed shut the entire time, like he was in a wave of shock that he was too scared to snap out of. his palms were clammy, gripping onto your waist. his face was pressed into your chest, high pitched gasps and whimpers coming from his lips every time he moved his hips. every nerve in his body was shot.

his thrusts were uneven and jerky, and he was desperate enough to ask you if he was doing good. you had on one of his giant t-shirts, and if he thought about the way you were drowning in it for too long, he was sure he was going to cum that very second. he opted to hold himself off from letting go too soon, thinking about the time ryul had slipped and fallen on ice when it had snowed. but when you suddenly clenched down on the tip of his cock as he was pulling out, every ounce of self control immediately went out the window as he came inside you. his hips jerked involuntarily at the feeling, and he cried into your chest from the stimulation. he kept repeating waves of apologies for cumming too fast, but still not making any attempts to pull out.