sincerely, yours

aang, in all his avatar glory, is not above tongue-fucking his cum right back into your quivering, convulsing pussy. his wide, stupefied eyes glow white as he licks and scoops and sucks with relentless obsession, lithe tongue sweeping across your folds with striking precision only a master of the four elements could possess. powerful arms pin your thighs against the mattress while roughened hands palm over your lower stomach, cradling the skin above your uterus with something almost reverent in their touch.

“it has to take. . .” he’s mumbling to himself, practically incoherent, but you can still hear the raw desperation threaded through his guttural chanting. “has to, has to, has to—!”

“a-aang, mmph! what’s wrong? did something happen on your trip—?” you whimper through the haze of overstimulation, hands scrambling against his shoulders as you search for something to ground yourself with. he’s been at it for hours, ever since he returned from his home air temple. had stormed into your shared bedroom with the doors rattling against the walls behind him, barely a greeting leaving his mouth before he was climbing over you, frantic hands shoving the hefty layers of his robes and beads from his body like they’ve suddenly become unbearable.

in mere seconds he had you flat on your back.

then on all fours.

and then on your side and everything else in between.

the room is in absolute shambles— feathers spilling from torn pillows and swirling through the air in frantic, whirling currents. the bed barely remains intact beneath you, headboard split apart and canopy hanging in splintered ruin, all of it unable to withstand the force of him as the elements hum beneath his tortured skin.

“aang, honey, are you— hah!— okay? talk to me, baby. please.”

what new revelation could he have possibly had for him to suddenly fold you into a million different positions?

and you tried to run, to tap out after the nth round, but did you really think you could escape the hold of an avatar in his avatar state? a handsome, beefy, six-foot-five, one-hundred-something kilogram man so utterly desperate to revive an entire bloodline, yet far too in love to want to do it with anyone else but you?

aang’s voice comes out rough, wrecked with pathetic want. “need to get you pregnant,” he finally admits, lips never leaving your twitching clit. “need it right fucking now.”

his sharp, unfamiliar words send a shiver down your spine.

he begrudgingly sits up, one hand keeping you spread for him while the other drags down his chiseled abs, ghosting over the twin downward arrows that curl just above his v–line. he fists his burly cock in slow, measured strokes as he readies another thick load, bright eyes trailing from your flushed face to your heaving breasts, tongue-in-cheek.

your heart jumps. you know that look. “aang, i know how much reviving air bending means to you, the duty you have to your people—” you start in an attempt to soothe.

because when he gets like this you tend to wobble for weeks.

he cuts you off with a dry, humorless chuckle. “you think that’s what this is about?” he tilts his head, eyes narrowing.

ᨳິ ׂ 𓈒 𝒎𝒅𝒏𝒊 .. 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖 enjoys flustering you with his hot praise ⸝⸝ ྀ

suguru is already ruining you, balls deep and perfectly hitting your sweet spot relentlessly. always able to tell just what will drive you insane, what will have your walls trembling and eyes rolling. he reads you like a book, which is why he's being evil and singing you sinful praises.

"you feel so good, pretty," he hums low, leaning down so he can speak right into your ear, "those little sounds you're letting out are letting me know you feel the same."

you bite your lip to hold back those exact noises he's talking about. whinging at him to, "stop." your words ring hollow to even your ears though. fingers gripping him tight, legs wrapped around his slim waist to keep him trapped inside you.

"i'm just trying to tell you how hot you are," a laugh passes his lips, amused. "you're all twitchy and worked up, i love it."

your cunt drips around him, soaking him in even more slick the more he talks, "sugu, stop– hng– stop talking."

he ignores your words, "shhh, listen." his big palm covers your mouth so you'll be quiet and focus in on the wet squelching of him fucking your pussy. "god, you're so wet. creaming all over me," letting out a wistful sigh, like he dreams about this.

his hand stays on your mouth, "can you feel the way you're pulsing around me?—" sentence cut off by a drawn out groan, and then picking back up like he didn't just almost fall apart, "i can, i can and it feels fucking divine."

suguru can feel the way your skin flushes and heats up under his touch, so obvious to him how much you're enjoying his taunting despite your whining. spine tingling from how much he enjoys this, how good it feels.

your eyes meet his and you break, waterline brimming with unshed tears. the pleasure is overwhelming you, as well as his humiliating praise that you enjoy far too much. not able to tell him to shut up and not really wanting to anymore anyways. your lips press a soft kiss to his palm and he coos at you.

"you're so pretty," he removes his hand and flattens himself to you completely, head tucking into your neck, "my pretty baby. my pretty, pathetic, baby."

his pelvis grinds against your clit, his cock throbbing inside your walls as he keeps pressing kisses to your skin, along with his murmured words. your stomach flips from the stimulation, cumming on him, soaking his dick in fresh, honeyed slick.

"ah, there we go," he sighs. head tilting down so he can glimpse how his shaft looks as he pulls out, dripping obscenely from your orgasm. "messy little thing." and he doesn't sound the least bit disappointed about it.

"you're so evil," you pout, trying to ignore your lingering need. his cock still hard and half-way inside your shaking pussy.

"you love it," suguru stuffs you full once more, his chest rumbling with a moan, "i know just how horny it makes you."

You slide out of your bed, clutching a spare blanket to your chest as you try and creep toward the kitchen as quietly as you can.

A pair of fingers catch you by the back of your underwear, halting you.

“Goin’ somewhere?” Comes Sanemi’s sleepy mumble, half-muffled against the pillow.

You turn back to see Sanemi’s arm stretched out toward you, the index and middle fingers on his right hand hooked around the waistband of your thong.

“Coffee?” You try.

Sanemi snorts and then his hand slides between your thighs, wrapping around one leg to tug you back into bed.

SUB!TOP AANG RAAAAAH

he'd be so much fun to bully and tease, riling him up until he's flushed all over. his nipples puffy and sore from your fingers and mouth, marks from your teeth decorating his neck and stomach and his thick cock hard, the tip an angry red as it leaks a mess on his abdomen.

you'd edge him until he's teary-eyed, pleas falling from bitten lips. because he's desperate to come but you won't let him. not right now and aang is nothing but a loyal follower as he follows your orders to a tee. doesn't lose it when you swallow him down to the root for the fifth time and make him see stars. only chokes, eyes rolling back sharply when you finally sit on his cock, warm and hot and tight.

"just a little longer," you coo softly with a sinuous roll of your hips, your walls clamping down on him deliciously. "you can do that for me, right?"

aang can only nod, shaky hands clenching at the sheets by his thighs because you said he can't touch you yet.

you smile, your words breathy as you say, "good boy."

"okay," you say, smiling behind your phone as you feel a mildly puzzled aang. "now flex your bicep as hard as you can and don't—"

aang flexes his bicep, the bulge of it massive and the ribbon trying its hardest to remain intact. but it surrenders to the pressure, snapping in half and you stare, shocked, as it lays limp in the crook of aang's arm.

"did i do it right?" he asks innocently with an adorable head tilt and you nod slowly, your swallow audible.

imagine doing that tiktok trend with yuji where you set your phone up, run as fast as you can like your life depends on it, and see how long it takes for your boyfriend to catch you.

and when you explain it to him he just shrugs with a gentle little smile and says, “sure, babe. sounds fun.” because your sweet boy would do anything you ask him to.

so with your phone propped up, you quickly hit the record button, then break into a sprint while yuji waits with his hands in his pockets, watching you closely and counting to ten like you told him to.

and you keep count in your head, too. to make sure he’s not cheating of course.

but it’s something about seeing you run from him that entices him in a way he doesn’t expect. makes a delicious anticipation bubble inside him, makes his jaw clench. his lips take to a smirk once he realizes that’s what you wanted, and then he takes a breath.

“ten.”

he takes off immediately, a little dirt kicked up in his absence from how powerfully his foot launched him into motion.

and you’re a mess of giggles as you run, heart beating against your ribcage because you know it won’t be long. you don’t bother looking back, you know you can’t outrun him.

you haven’t even blinked twice when a pair of strong arms snake themselves around your middle and he’s got you caged in the air with a low grunt, your backside pressed against his chest, feet kicking and flailing as you squeal between laughter for him to let you go. his hold only tightens further, biceps flexing with a little more effort when you squirm. his hands are locked on his forearms that bind you to him, ensuring you won’t be going anywhere.

you can feel the rapid thumping of his heartbeat, the heat of his body and it makes you pull your bottom lip under your teeth. there’s no need to wonder if this excited him as much as it did you, because you can feel it.

it’s exhilarating, to say the least. you’re completely out of breath, and just as you expected, he’d barely even made an effort.

the sharp of yuji’s canines gently nip at the shell of your ear to make your breath catch in that way he likes, his voice low and smoldering, yet sending a shiver down your spine when he whispers,

“got ya.”

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wrote this so it would make me sleepy enough to go to bed

Zuko wakes up in the middle of the night to find your side of the bed empty and cold. he tosses the covers off him before he jumps off the bed, not even bothering to put his slippers on. He snatches his robe hung up on the bedpost and slips it on as he hurries out of the bedroom, thoughts going a mile a minute. he's about to dash past your shared chambers' private living room when your voice stops him in his tracks. He turns, spotting you sitting in the dark, a giant book in your hands and the only source of light being the moon shining through the windows.

"You've got to be kidding me." He snaps groggily as he stomps toward you, his glare stern despite the sleepy haze still clouding his eyes. "Have you been up all this time reading?"

You nod immediately, knowing there's no point in lying. "Book was getting good."

"How can you even see? I keep telling you you're gonna mess up your vision."

"My six eyes see everything" You mumble under your breath, marking the page and shutting the book.

"What?" His brows furrow as he takes the book from you to set aside.

"Nothing." You try to reach for the book only for him to snatch it up and place it out of your reach.

"Unbelievable," He huffs and then he leans down to pick you up, tossing you over his shoulder like a sack of rice before heading back to the bedroom. "You're going to bed right now."

You sag against him before trying to bargain. "Can I at least finish that last chapter?"

The swat to your ass is the only response you get.