Hi friends! Continuing with my theme of incredibly porny smut, here's a Daddy kink story that I had so much fun writing to destress at the end of the semester. This one is kinda long and I worked on it for a while so let me know what you think of this type of smut-I know it's pretty different from the stuff I posted when I first started.
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When Katara and Aang had first started becoming intimate, she'd thought that she would never get bored with their physical relationship. After some brief experimentation, the sex was mind blowing—the kind of pleasure that left her ears ringing and her legs weak, muscles throbbing. They'd tried a few things, and though they rotated between several different positions, she tended to end up on top. At first Katara had loved the feeling of moving over the most powerful man in the world, reducing him to a puddle beneath her warm touch, and especially the way he reached between them to tease the bundle of nerves just above her core. He used to be able to make her come several times before he reached his peak, his hot breath and tender touch and scorching kisses enveloping her. However, lying on top of his chest then, both tacky with sweat as they tried to catch their breath, she questioned her initial optimism.
Although making love to him was never bad, she couldn't help but feel like the spark that made her body tingle all over with excitement and, eventually, release was no longer the same. She'd come once with him inside of her, an unsatisfying unraveling of her desire that left her hungry for more, and she found herself thinking about all of the other ways she could have him. She wanted him on top of her, she wanted him standing at the bedside to make love to her, pushing her up against the wall, sitting her atop their dresser with her arms and legs around him to press into her over and over. Her face heated up at the mere thought, and she glanced up to find his charcoal eyes fixed on hers, a wide grin on his face.
"I love you," he murmured as she sat up again to shift out of his lap, cuddling into his side as she looked up at him. As he wrapped an arm around her, he added, "That was incredible, Sweetie."
Her smile quirked a bit as she locked onto his half lidded gaze. While she was always happy to hear that he enjoyed himself, she didn't share the same assessment of their night. "It was okay, but I think we could do better."
"What do you mean?" he asked, trying to keep his voice light. The way he swallowed heavily through a dry throat after gave him away, and she smiled at him reassuringly.
"Don't be upset, Sweetie," she cooed, cupping his cheek in her palm, her blue eyes boring into him. His eyelids fluttered closed when her thumb swept along his cheekbone. "I love our intimacy, making love with you always feels so good."
He looked at her again, then, taking in the hesitancy in her wrinkled forehead and unfocused gaze. His heart froze in his chest at the idea that he'd been disappointing her all along. "But?"
"Well…" she paused nervously, then flashed her ocean blue eyes up to meet his and continued hesitantly, "I thought maybe it could be fun if we tried to change things up, you know?"
Taking advantage of her nerves, he tipped the scale with an arm wrapped around her waist, leaning in close to purr in her ear, "Tell me what you want."
Her body went limp against his chest for a moment as the shock of his statement rippled through her. Though she'd come by his hand three times that night, the arousal that she felt then was new and thrilling, and it pulsed through her body from head to toe. She wrapped her leg idly around his hips and tried to think, her eyes fixed on a far corner of the room to avoid his gaze.
"I want… I don't know. I want you to tell me what you want. I want you to…" She glanced back at him and found him grinning at her, causing her face to turn beet red. Pushing past her embarrassment, she smiled back at him, a certain wickedness in her eyes that took Aang aback a little. "I want you to be more forceful and take charge more. I want you to try ordering me around, and pulling my hair, and… I don't know. Is that weird?"
"No," he answered quickly, and she knew by the way his arousal pulsed firmly against her inner thigh that he wasn't lying. "Not at all. I'm just surprised, Sweetie. I… didn't know you wanted that. I've never thought about that before."
"Doesn't it sound fun?" she asked with a dangerous glimmer in her eyes. "Like I said, I love the way we have sex now. It's always amazing to connect with you, and you make me feel so loved. But… I want to try something different. I know sometimes we say dirty things to each other in bed but I want to do that more, I want… I want you to take care of me."
Aang inspected her expression, from the way her eyes avoided his to the sweet blush on her cheeks to the nervous set to her lips. At some point during her explanation, she'd gone from seductive to embarrassed, and the product of her combined tone and request awoke something inside of him and sent fire pulsing through his veins. "Katara… we can definitely try that," he agreed, and then paused to clear the hoarseness from his throat.
A radiant smile spread over her lips, encouraging him. He returned it right away, his eyelids lowering flirtatiously as he surveyed her expression. "Tell me more—I want to know everything I can do for you when I get back."
A week into his absence, a messenger hawk gave Katara a horrible fright when it dove in through their open living room window from the evening dusk outside. With shaking hands, she took the parchment and unfurled it.
Hi Sweetie,
First of all, before you get nervous about this letter, things are going fine and I should be home in around a week as planned! I miss you so much, and I think about you constantly.
In fact, I've been thinking a lot about what you told me the night before I left. I know that wasn't your intention, but I think you're right. I want to try something new. When I get home, I'd like to try taking charge. Like I said, I really really miss you and I already have a few ideas. If you're not interested in this, let me know now—you know that I'd always stop anything if you ask—but otherwise… I have plans for you next Friday night, Sweetie.
I'm really excited to see you and try this, and I keep thinking about it at night before bed, and it gets me so hard every time. Have you been thinking about me at night, baby? I've been touching myself every night as I remember the way you tasted when you sat on my face before I left… so I thought I'd give you something for you to touch yourself to, Sweetie.
When I get home, I want to see you on your knees. I miss being with you in so many ways, but I just really miss the way you always know what I want, baby, and we know how to take care of each other so well. Your mouth feels so good around me, I'm touching myself right now thinking about it. My hand doesn't feel nearly the same, Sweetie. I want to fuck your mouth and see your pretty lips around Daddy's cock.
She froze as the wet warmth of her arousal spread between her legs and quickly skimmed to the bottom of the letter, fully intending to save the rest of what he'd written for later.
I miss you so much, and I'll see you soon.
All my love forever,
Aang
Katara was sleeping soundly on their living room sofa when Aang came home from his long trip. He smiled as soon as he saw her, her forehead wrinkled slightly in her slumber. She picked her head up at the sound of the front door shutting behind him, and he took a moment to survey her as she sat up and stretched. She was still wearing her clothes, her usual long cloth skirt and wrap top, and her hair was rumpled with sleep. As soon as he stepped towards her, she looked up at him with complete focus.
"Do you know what time it is?" he asked firmly, causing her to freeze in place. Her eyebrows furrowed questioningly, but he stared back unblinkingly. "It's late. Why aren't you in your pajamas and ready for bed?"
She didn't answer. Whether it was because she had no reply or was stunned into silence he was unsure. Her lips parted slightly, opening and closing as she searched for words. Grinning, Aang sat next to her and leaned in close. He towered over her in a way that made her pupils dilate, and he reached forward to push her messy hair out of her face.
"Were you waiting up for Daddy?"
"Aang…?" Her gasp was audible, her eyes scanning his face as she searched for an indication of his plans. Finding none, she murmured honestly, "Yes."
"That's really sweet of you, my love," he hummed, pressing a warm kiss to her forehead, "But we still need to get you ready for bed. You can't sleep in all of your clothes like that."
"Okay," she agreed, her pupils dilated with both sleepiness and lust as she gazed up at him.
Before she could stand, he scooped her up in his arms, humming happily when she sleepily wound her arms around his neck and nuzzled into his collarbone. She felt so warm and familiar in his arms, but her body thrummed with a new kind of excitement, goosebumps lining her leg against his arm where her skirt had ridden up. He rubbed his fingers over her waist, and she sighed happily, her breath warm on his neck.
"You're so soft and warm, Sweetie. Daddy missed you so much," he murmured on the way up to their bedroom. She was silent in response, her muscles thrumming with energy in his arms, and he grinned. "How about a bath before bed?"
"Okay," she answered right away. Her enthusiasm sent a fresh wave of thrill through him.
"You want Daddy to give you a bath?" he asked as he pushed their bedroom door open. "Is that why you waited up?"
Inside, he helped her down and to her own feet in order to free his hands to light a few candles. Their rosy glow only accentuated her figure, and he sighed in contentment as he drank her in. Finally, noting Katara's dazed expression, he took a step closer and offered her a smile. "Take your clothes off for your bath, sweetheart."
With a quiet nod and flushed cheeks, she began to undress, conscious of his eyes on her as he stood and watched. As she was unwinding her wraps from her chest, he approached her to place a soft kiss atop her head. "I'll be right back, baby, I'm gonna go fill the bath for you."
"Are you going to join me?" she asked coyly.
For a moment, he looked at her with mild surprise. He recovered quickly and shot her a confident grin. "No, princess. This is just for you."
Aang disappeared into the bathroom for only a moment, and she idly heard the sound of him bending the water from the faucet to fill the bathtub as his brand new pet name for her echoed in her mind. As she slipped her skirt off, wet heat began to spread between her thighs at the thought of him taking care of her so tenderly and intimately. She didn't notice that Aang had returned until the bathroom door closed behind him.
"Actually…" he said slowly, his eyes scanning her body while she slipped her lower wraps down her thighs. She glanced up at him innocently, all big blue eyes and long eyelashes. Sighing, he closed the distance between them and bent down to take her underwear off the rest of the way, tossing them carelessly in the direction of the hamper. When he stood back up, he towered over her once more, and he took his time to look over her naked form. It had been a couple of weeks since he'd last seen her, and he refamiliarized himself with the beautiful bronze curves of her breasts and her gorgeous pink nipples, hard from the cold air blowing in their open bedroom window. Katara felt particularly naked beneath his gaze, and it only fueled the growing fire in her gut.
"I don't think I can wait that long," he concluded in a soft groan, stepping back from her to walk towards the bed. She followed, clearly ready to dive onto the mattress, but he stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. As she looked at him curiously, he felt his heart freeze in his chest, nervous for just a moment about her reaction. Pushing past his doubts, he directed her firmly, "On your knees."
Again, she was rendered speechless and did as he said, dropping to the floor at their bedside, her gaze fixed up on him while he sat at the edge of their bed in front of her. With her legs folded beneath her, her hands rested on his thighs, and her beautiful blue eyes focused up at him, Aang thought she was a sight to behold, and his cock twitched within the confines of his pants. She seemed to notice and glanced up at him with a coy smile.
"I've missed you, baby," he purred, weaving his fingers into her hair as he spoke. "So much… be a good girl and suck Daddy's cock, Sweetie."
She choked in surprise, leaning back to look at him in shock. Rather than meet her eyes, he lifted his hips to pull his formal pants down just enough to reveal his throbbing arousal. He had been hard since Appa landed in their backyard, and he had to admit it was dizzying to be so direct and firm with her about what he wanted. When she continued to look up at him, he guided her head down to his lap with his hand in her hair.
"Sweetie," he purred, "I've been wanting this for so long. Show Daddy those pretty pink lips wrapped around his cock."
She followed his instructions blindly, her hands shaking slightly on his thighs with the intense arousal that thrummed through her body. His fingers in her hair pushed her down with gentle pressure, and he moaned aloud when her mouth sunk down over him. "Oh, fuck… perfect, such a good girl," he hummed.
He knotted his fingers against her scalp as she took over, bobbing her head in his lap. Her gorgeous chocolate hair fell over her shoulders in waves, tickling his thighs with her movement. His attention was trained on her face, hoping to catch a glimpse of her eyes, but they remained closed, her long lashes contrasting against her rosy taupe face. The way she moved caused her flushed cheeks to suck in, highlighting her natural beauty. Though she always looked stunning to him, this was one of his favorite sights: her lips stretched around him, her hair held out of his face with his own hand as he pressed the perfect wet warmth of her mouth down.
"Oh… yes, you look so good on your knees down there," he sighed, pulling at her hair as heat flared in his gut. It was such a familiar pleasure made entirely new by the thrill that ran between them at their switched roles. Rare were the times when they could not predict one another's actions, but he had never tried anything like this before.
"You feel so fucking good, baby, but I want you to take me deeper," he directed. She froze for a moment, and he felt a shiver wrack through her body. "Let Daddy fuck your throat, Sweetie."
Whimpering, she lowered her mouth down further, moving one hand from his thigh to grip the base of his shaft. He applied firm pressure to the back of her head until her lips met her fingers, and then she teasingly twirled her tongue around his hard length in her mouth until he moaned her name. "Yes, you're so good at this, Sweetheart… Spirits."
Slowly, he began to lift his hips to thrust into her mouth, holding her in place with his fingers tucked tightly against her scalp. She whined, a quiet, sweet sound that made his arousal pulse against her tongue. Absently, she drew her free hand down from his thigh to run her fingers through her wet slit.
"What are you doing, baby?" he gasped, his thrusts growing faster and more forceful. He tried to restrain himself only once he felt her gag around the tip of his cock. "You're touching yourself? Did Daddy tell you that you could do that?"
She gave another small whimper in protest, thrusting her hips down onto her fingers in helpless desperation just once before returning her hand to his leg. The scent of her arousal filled the air between them, and he gasped as he tugged at her hair. "You're that wet for me, Sweetie? You want Daddy to fuck you?"
Her responsive whine was long and needy, her throat vibrating around his cock with the sound. "Oh, fuck… it's coming, don't worry, baby… later on tonight, after I fill your mouth with cum. What do you think, princess?" His teasing broke off for a moment as he grunted with the force of his thrust, pressing into her mouth. Her soft, wet lips slid down his shaft, her cheeks hollowed as she applied a skillful, delicious suction around him.
"Look at me, Katara," he demanded, giving her hair a sharp tug. Immediately, her eyes fluttered wide, blue as the open ocean, glancing up at him. As their gazes locked, he felt a shock of electric desire shoot between them and moaned heavily, his fingers loosening their grip on her soft strands to stroke her hair tenderly instead. She hummed in a quiet, desperate way as she stared into his eyes, bobbing her head lightly to meet his thrusts.
"You look so pretty with your mouth around me like that, baby… oh, I missed seeing you like this so much and you feel incredible, I'm not going to last long. Do you want Daddy to come for you? Did you miss the taste? I want to watch you try to swallow as much of it as you can… Daddy's cum dribbling down your chin," he groaned as she continued to move her head in his lap. He allowed her to pull away until just the head of his throbbing arousal was in her mouth, and then her tongue swiped through the slit there, tasting the salty droplets that had collected in his excitement. An almost pained whimper ripped through her at the taste.
Her nails sunk so deeply into his thighs that she almost drew blood, and he choked out a laugh through the thickness in his throat from arousal. "Touch yourself for me, baby. I know you can't take it anymore."
As soon as the words left his mouth, her hand was back between her thighs again, and she cried out as she plunged two fingers into her slick entrance. Her loudest moan, however, came when he thrust deeply into her mouth. He'd spoken to her before about what this particular act was like for her, as it didn't seem particularly enjoyable to him—especially when she would gag. However, he felt a surge of arousal even then thinking about the way she'd blushed and told him how much she loved it, loved the weight of his cock on her tongue and the force of his thrusts into her lips and the musky, salty taste of his cum in her mouth at the end.
"Okay, Sweetie," he sighed. Even through her disoriented, foggy haze of arousal, she could tell that he was taking deep belly breaths to try to maintain himself and felt pleased with her efforts. "I want you to do as Daddy says. Take your fingers out of yourself and play with your clit," he hummed finally. "Just circle your fingers there for now, my love."
Her responsive whimper shook his whole body to its core, and she trembled between his legs as she followed his stern instructions. Her lips slowed down over his cock to match her own movements, and he growled playfully and tangled his fingers into her hair once more. "Don't forget what you're doing right now, though, baby," he added warningly.
She groaned around his shaft, the vibrations sending him into overdrive. As he thrust into her mouth, holding her in place, she cried out again and again, sweet, pleased sounds that made his heart pound in his chest. When he looked down at her, he could see the way her arm stretched between her own parted legs and sighed.
"Okay, go ahead," he purred. It took a great deal of effort to keep his voice even despite the oncoming rush of his climax, but he was rewarded with a moan so visceral it made his whole body thrum with need as she pleasured herself to his directions. "Fuck, Sweetie… fuck yourself with your fingers for me, baby… but don't come."
Whimpering, she darted her eyes up to meet his and he groaned at the thick desire swimming there. "I want you to wait for Daddy, okay? I want you to wait until after your bath."
Katara continued to move vigorously over him, her eyes squeezing shut in pleasure once again, both at the way her fingers thrust in and out of herself and the way his thick arousal filled her mouth. He gave her hair a sharp pull until she cried out, muffled around his cock as he thrust forward to meet her.
"I'm going to come for you, Sweetie… What are you going to do with Daddy's cum? Are you gonna swallow it all for Daddy? ...Oh, fuck, baby, here it comes," he gasped, holding her head firmly in his lap with the hand tangled in her hair. With a few last thrusts into her mouth he cried out, his cock throbbing again and again as he reached his climax and his cum spilled out into her mouth.
"Mmhhh," she moaned around him, swallowing his release as she continued to tease his softening length with her tongue. When she pulled away, his cum dribbled down her chin in a few spots, dizzying him as he gazed down at her and tried to recover.
"You look beautiful," he hummed, sliding his hand from her hair to her jaw, running his thumb curiously through his release collected there. She looked up at him with ravenous eyes as he held his thumb up to her mouth, allowing her to clean him up with her tongue. "Good girl… oh, you did such a good job, sweetheart. That was incredible."
"Daddy," she sighed, finally drawing her hand from between her legs to rest it on his thigh as she looked up at him pleadingly. "I really loved that… I want more."
"After your bath," he promised, continuing to caress her cheek. "I promise I'll take care of you then if you're good, princess. What do you say we go and get you cleaned up first?"
"Okay," she whimpered, her eyebrows pressed together with her frustration at his plan. He took her hands and helped her stand again, scooping her up in his arms as he got up from the mattress's edge. Once she was settled, one of his arms beneath her thighs while the other cradled her back, he pressed a sweet kiss to the wrinkles on her forehead.
"Patience, love, and Daddy will make it worth it for you. I promise."
With her nose buried into the crook of his neck, she let out a desperate whine, her arms around his neck tightening as he carried her into their bathroom, where he began to help her out of his arms. "Just give me a second to warm your bath back up for you, Sweetie."
She flushed and gave him a small smile, which he returned before kneeling down to heat the water that filled the tub. When he was done, he gestured for her to come over and took her hand as she climbed in. As soon as she sank beneath the bath water, her body relaxed, the tension easing from her muscles. Aang watched her with a wide grin as he put some of her body wash onto a wet cloth and gestured for her to sit up. She did as she was told, and he leaned over her to begin washing the backs of her shoulders.
"I missed you so much while I was gone, sweetheart," he murmured softly, breaking the comfortable silence between them as he scrubbed at her back. She stretched into him like a kitten, mewling as he leaned in to kiss her neck, ignoring the way the front of his robes became wet against her shoulder. "Sweetie… I was gone for almost three weeks, and I know you got my letter—did you get lonely and touch yourself for Daddy?"
"Aang—"
"Hmm," he corrected right away, his attention ceasing at the small of her back where he'd been scrubbing her gently. "Try again."
"Daddy," she whimpered, her voice small and so needy that he almost climbed into the bathtub with her right then and there. Right away, he continued washing her back, his lips pressing sweetly to her temple.
"I did," she admitted finally, "I… Is that okay? I missed you so much, too."
"I know you did, baby," he sighed happily, nuzzling into the side of her hair. It was still dry by her scalp, and it smelled like her in a way that made his rapid heart rate slow and steady. "Of course it's okay—I asked you to in my letter, love. Did it help? Did you read all of the filthy things Daddy wants to do to you while you fucked your own fingers?"
She gasped, her breath heavy and rasping beneath the cloth he used to wash her back. With a smirk, he murmured for her to lean back and she did, allowing him to begin scrubbing her shoulders and upper arms. Her breasts heaved as she panted with arousal, and he couldn't help but stare at the sight of her round dark pink nipples, so pretty and standing at attention for him, waiting to be touched. Quickly, he dipped forward to place a warm, wet kiss on the nipple of her breast closest to him, sucking it into his mouth enough to lap at it with his tongue a few teasing times. When he pulled away, her eyes looked pained.
"More later if you're good, princess, I promise," he told her in a low voice, pressing a kiss to her forehead before beginning to wash her chest and breasts, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips as he massaged the soapy suds over her glowing copper skin. "You didn't answer my question."
"Yes, I read it… and the paper kind of smelled like you," she sighed.
"I kept it in my pillow for you the night before I sent it. I'm glad it worked." Finally he began to move past her breasts, working on washing her arms. By then, the sweet smell of her jasmine soap filled the room, so comforting and intimate, filled the room and made him feel at home in a way that he could not put into words. Glancing back up to her wide blue eyes with a smile, he added, "Tell Daddy how you touched yourself, baby."
"Please…" she begged
"I promise," he repeated, kissing the tip of her nose, "I'm going to take care of you later—if you're good for me, sweetheart. Can you do that? Can you be good for Daddy and talk about all the ways you made yourself feel good the last couple of weeks?"
"Okay," she said, but immediately began to giggle as he scrubbed at her sides.
"You're extra ticklish tonight, huh, Sweetie?" he asked, grinning as she squirmed. "I'm waiting, though."
That sobered her up a little bit, and her pupils dilated as she looked into his eyes for a long moment. They were silent as he moved past her sides down to her hips, caressing them lovingly as he worked the cloth over her skin beneath the water.
"I got so wet when I first opened the letter," she recalled with a sigh, relaxing back against the wall of the porcelain tub. "I wasn't expecting that, and I thought it was so incredibly sexy right away… but you already know that," she added bashfully.
He glanced up from her gorgeous curvy hips to smirk at her. "I do," he agreed. She'd sent him a brief letter, a blatant, almost begging yes, and it had given him the confidence he needed to enact all of his research and fantasies.
"I reread it every night until you got home, in bed at night right before I went to sleep." As she spoke, she let her eyes drift closed, enjoying the way he rubbed the soap into her thighs.
"Daddy," she hummed, causing him to look up in a sudden shock of arousal at her immersion in their play, his lips parting briefly as he scanned her face. "I would press my fingers into myself and pretend they were yours, but it's not the same…" she paused to look up at him shyly, "your hands are so much bigger, Daddy."
He groaned as she took one of his hands in her own, toying with his digits between her own. "So sexy," she confirmed quietly.
"I'm going to have more than just my fingers inside of you when we're done here, Sweetie," he purred. "It's been three weeks. But first… I want to hear more."
"I just kept imagining all of the things you said that you wanted to do to me when you got home… and thinking about you doing the same, touching yourself. I loved thinking about you coming all over your own stomach thinking about me moaning in your ear," she said, then gave him a small, sultry smile before leaning in to purr into his ear, "Daddy."
His breath caught in his throat with a soft gasp, and she grinned and pressed a kiss to his cheek before settling back into position in the bathtub. "What else?" he asked coolly as he continued to wash her legs, one hand caressing her thigh tenderly.
"I thought about you coming home… I really, really miss the feeling of your big, hard cock thrusting into me… Daddy…"
"Oh, Spirits," he groaned as he dropped the soapy cloth into her bath water to dive in for a kiss, winding an arm around her wet back to pull her against him. She hummed as she responded in kind, and her tongue sliding over his own drew a low moan from his throat. Her arms wound around his neck, tugging him up against her. He reached for her breast to give it a gentle squeeze before pulling away, leaving them both gasping for air.
"Please," she sighed, looking up at him with wide blue eyes, "I need you inside of me."
"I told you, Sweetie, after your bath," he said warningly, enjoying the way her face heated up in return. "I still have to wash your hair."
As he used waterbending to aid him in wetting her hair to her scalp, she sighed heavily. Her legs twitched together beneath the water's surface, where her thighs pressed tightly to one another. He smirked when he noticed, taking some of her shampoo in his hands to begin lathering up her hair. "What else?" he asked patiently, scrubbing the suds into her long, beautiful hair.
"What?"
"What else did you do? What else did you think about? You mentioned wanting Daddy's cock inside of you, but what else do you want, baby?" he hummed as he worked.
She sighed shakily beneath him, her chest stuttering with her uneven breath. With her eyes closed, she replied, "I thought about being down on my knees in front of you, but we already did that."
"Yeah? Did you like that? I know you love Daddy's cock, Sweetie, but I didn't know you fantasized so much about having it in your mouth. You liked my cum filling up your mouth, my love?"
"So much," she groaned in agreement as his fingernails scrubbed at her scalp. "I love making you feel good."
"Do you?" he asked, drawing a shiver from her. I took a moment to bend more water into her hair, rinsing out the sweet-scented suds. "Daddy loves to make you feel good, too, sweetheart. Tell me what else you want."
"Please… I just want you on top of me, I've missed being with you so much." She sighed, her eyes fluttering open as he removed the water from her hair and let it fall back into the tub with a flick of his wrists.
"Kiss me?" she requested quietly, her dark blue eyes glimmering up at him.
Right away, he slid his hands around her cheeks, leaning down to meet her lips. Her body relaxed against the side of the tub as she melted into him. Humming softly, he slid his arms into her bathwater, scooping her up bridal style. As her tongue curled teasingly around his own, he bent the water from her body and left them both dry. Then, he carried her into the bedroom, heat spreading across his chest from the small moans she gave into their desperate kiss. Inside, he pulled away reluctantly to set her down, helping her find her footing on their carpet red bedroom floor.
"How do you want Daddy to fuck you first?" he purred, leaning in until their foreheads met. She melted forward against his chest, supported by his strong arm wrapped around her back. He reached with his free hand to tuck her hair behind her ear, and she exhaled sharply, her breath hitting his lips. "You've been such a good girl… Do you want to lay on your back, and Daddy will kneel between your legs and fuck you until you finally come? Do you want Daddy's cum inside of you, Sweetie?"
"Please," she whimpered, her eyes shut in pleasure at the thought. Cupping her cheek encouragingly, he ran the pad of his thumb over her soft skin, feeling it warm beneath his touch.
"Tell me what you want, baby."
"I want that," she murmured as he pulled back to look at her, grinning at her shy blush. "I want you inside of me, it's been so long."
"Get on the bed, sweetheart," he instructed, his heart seizing in his chest at the way her eyes glazed over in response. Wordlessly, she climbed onto the bed, taking a moment to bend over and put her ass on display for him, shaking her hips teasingly. He laughed breathlessly and acted on pure instinct as he reached forward to smack her ass, marveling for a split second at the way her round cheeks jiggled deliciously with the momentum of his impact.
His focus was interrupted by her loud squeal, delayed by her shock. Her body froze, rigid, and he paused hesitantly. For a moment, he thought he'd crossed a line and leaned forward to place a hand on her back, about to coo her name sweetly when she whispered, "Do it again."
"Fuck… you want Daddy to spank you?" he gasped, the words spilling from his mouth faster than his mind could process. He repeated the motion, leaving a large red handprint on her glowing copper skin. She panted and gasped beneath him, her back rising and falling rapidly with her stuttering breath. "You like that, don't you, Sweetie?
"Yes," she whimpered, wiggling her hips back and forth invitingly. "It feels really good, but… I want more, please…"
Leaning over her until his body encompassed her own, he buried his nose into the crook of her neck and hummed, "Lay down, baby. Daddy's going to take care of you."
She shivered beneath him, a visceral reflex that shook her whole body. When she recovered, she nodded and began to crawl for the pillows, lying down on her back with her legs spread to wait for him. Once settled, she watched him strip from his pants and underwear with hungry eyes. As his throbbing arousal was finally released from the confines of his clothing, wet heat flooded her core.
She reached out for him, but he took her by the wrist and gently lowered her arm back down to the bed, ignoring her resistant whine. Once she was still again, he took a moment to survey her slender form, from her gorgeous breasts to her narrow waist to the slender curve of her hips. With a low groan, he reached down to caress her body, running his fingers over the soft plane of her skin.
"You're so sexy, my love," he purred as he climbed onto the bed. She looked up at him with bated breath, waiting for him to make good on his promise. "And it looks like you're so wet for Daddy…"
Kneeling between her legs, he held her right thigh down with his left and hand reached for her center with the other, his fingertips sliding easily through her wet slit. He circled her sensitive clit at the tip briefly, drawing a soft mewl from the beauty spread out beneath him. his fingers to his mouth and sucked her juices from them, sighing in pleasure at the taste as she melted beneath him. She was sweet and tangy and so, so wet, and Aang's cock pulsed responsively against his stomach. "You taste so good, baby… I really want to put my mouth between your legs, love. Do you want that, or do you just want Daddy inside of you?"
"Please, I just want you to fuck me already," she cried out. Tentatively, she reached for his hip, and he let her wrap her hand around him there as he tugged her butt atop his knees, pulling her pelvis flush against his own. She gasped with the sudden movement, her legs winding loosely around his hips as he lined his throbbing arousal up with her silky, slick entrance. He moaned as the sensitive head of his cock just barely nudged inside of her, enveloping him in her wet heat. He was glad, then, that he had gotten release earlier in the night, because it had been weeks and the pleasure was so all-consuming. He wanted to draw it out, to spend as long as possible with her legs around his hips as he gazed down at her irresistible form.
"I love your hips…" He slid a hand over them as he spoke, caressing the bone there with his thumb. "So gorgeous, baby."
Finally, he gripped her tightly and thrust forward, filling her completely in one smooth movement. Beneath him, Katara cried out, her eyes squeezing shut in pleasure for a brief moment before flitting open again to reveal the urgency in her gaze. Aang began to move right away; it felt unbelievably good to be inside of her, and he was lost in her wordless demand immediately.
"Tell me, Sweetie, tell Daddy what you want," he begged. She keened with pleasure at the force of his thrusts, the way his cock slid past her slick folds until their pelvises met. "Come on, baby, I want to hear you."
"This is perfect," she moaned, squeezing her legs around his waist. He touched her thigh, marveling at the strength of her muscles there, his fingers tickling her skin and raising soft goosebumps as he went. "I missed this so much, I love when you touch me and…"
"What?" he asked as soon as she hesitated. Her cheeks flushed as she peered up at him, and he grinned down at her until she smiled back at him.
"I love when you're on top of me," she tried again. When he quirked an eyebrow down at her short response, she bit her lip and tried to think through the stunning ecstasy brought on each time he pressed forward into her. A couple of minutes passed without any additional request, and he paused, looking at her expectantly in his motionless silence.
"No, don't stop," she whimpered, grabbing at his hip pleadingly. "I need you, I need you inside of me, I love when you're on top of me, fucking me, Daddy..."
Finally, he resumed his thrusts with a wide grin, sliding smoothly past her dripping wet entrance. "Yes, exactly, please, Daddy, it's so good!" Her moans were low and desperate, causing his whole body to quiver with arousal.
"Yeah?" he murmured, smoothing one hand over her stomach muscles as he watched her face contort with pleasure. "Do you like it when Daddy fucks you like this? Did you miss it?"
"Yes!" She reached up aimlessly to grasp at his arms in search of something to hold, her thighs quivering as he thrust forward to fill her again and again in smooth, delicious strokes that drove her wild. "Please, I missed it so much, fuck me harder, Daddy," she cried.
"Oh, baby, anything for you," he sighed and began to speed up his thrusts. His cock pressed in and out of her slick center, gliding past her sensitive walls in a way that made her moan aloud, a soft, desperate sound that caused something in Aang's chest to twist pleasantly. "It feels so good to be inside you again, Sweetie, you're so fucking wet and tight… I thought about this the whole time I was gone, thought about filling you up with Daddy's cum…"
"Oh, yes," Katara moaned, throwing her head back as she arched into his thrusts. Her round breasts were high in the air, bouncing back and forth each time they came together, and his eyes glanced between them and her sweet face, her forehead furrowed with bliss. "I love when you come inside of me, Daddy."
"You're going to come for me first, baby," he purred. Her eyes squeezed shut in stunned pleasure as he rocked forward into her. His hand on her toned stomach found its way to her breast and gave a brief but firm squeeze, drawing a soft gasp from her lungs. "I told you I was going to take care of you and I meant it. This feels good for you, right, Sweetie? What else can I do?"
"Harder," she insisted. Her cheeks turned bright red as her eyes fluttered open to look at him again. "Please, I want to feel this tomorrow, I want to remember you fucking me every time I try to walk."
"Baby," he moaned with a heavy sigh. As per her instructions, he began to thrust into her with more enthusiasm, their hips pounding together each time he filled her. She cried out, and her legs squeezed tightly around his hips to hold him inside of her. Her eyes were full of pure heat as she looked up at him, her forehead wrinkled with pleasure, her lips parted just slightly as she panted heavily. Carefully, he readjusted his grip on her right hip, where he helped support her weight. Her skin was burning hot and velvety smooth, a heavenly sensation that heated his whole body.
His gaze trailed down between them to watch his cock disappear into her each time he thrust forward. She was so tight and slick, her warm wet walls enveloping him eagerly, muscles bearing down on him as pleasure wracked through her body. For three weeks he had missed the sight of her gorgeous body squirming beneath him; nothing excited him quite like satisfying her until she was begging for release in his arms. Her bronze skin thrashed against their powder blue sheets, and his cock pulsed inside of her at the familiarity of it.
"Daddy… you're so big, I can feel every inch of you," she breathed, reaching for his chest to grasp desperately at his muscles.
The newness of their play came rushing back to him with stunning clarity, and he moaned heavily as he took her hand in his own, guiding it between their legs. She gasped when her own fingertips met her sensitive clit.
"Touch yourself for Daddy," he sighed, bucking his hips desperately into her. She let out a strangled moan, and he grinned down at her. "Just like you did when you got my letter, baby. Can you do that for me?"
Biting her lip, she nodded as she stared up at him. Between her legs, she began to circle her fingertips around her bundle of nerves, brushing his shaft lightly with each motion. In her overwhelming arousal she raised her hips slightly to meet each of his thrusts. The new angle made Aang see stars, and Katara's muscles began to quiver all over. "Ahhh… it feels so good, Daddy, I'm so close," she gasped.
"Yeah? You're going to come from Daddy pounding his cock into your sweet little pussy?" She cried out in surprise, her hips bucking instinctively against him. As her fingers massaged herself to her climax, she gazed up at him with hunger in her eyes. "Do it, baby, come for Daddy," he begged.
"Yes! Aang," she whimpered, reaching for him; he leaned down into her arms immediately, leaning in to kiss her neck as she rocked her hips against his own. Her nails scratched their way down his back, and he moaned, thrilled by the small tingle of pain.
"Baby… you're so incredible, you feel so tight around me," he gasped, running the tip of his tongue up her neck. "I want to feel you come, I want to hear you let Daddy know how good you feel."
A sweet whine left her lips, and then her muscles were pulsing and squeezing him forcefully as she rode out her climax. He continued pressing into her, watching her face as her parted lips twitched, her forehead wrinkled, her eyes squeezed shut. She looked so beautiful in the throes of pleasure, writhing beneath him each time he felt her tense around his cock. The way she whimpered his name under her breath made him see stars.
When her muscles finally began to slow, her peak subsiding as she panted for air, he began to thrust into her again, this time in search of his own climax. She gasped, the air knocked from her chest from the force with which he slammed into her. As she began to recover beneath him, he lowered himself down to her, supporting his weight over her chest on one elbow.
"Oh, I love when you come for me, you look so sexy and you feel incredible, baby… I'm so close, you're going to make Daddy come inside of you."
Aang watched her lips part in a breathless whimper, her half-lidded deep blue eyes staring up at him, unfocused. As it became clear that she wasn't going to add anything, he prompted, "Ask for it, baby. Tell me what you want, beg Daddy to come for you."
"Please," she purred, "Please come for me, Daddy. Come inside me, I want to feel you fill me up with your cum. Daddy… come for me, I missed it so much, please…"
"Fuck," he groaned. With a loud guttural grunt, he thrust their hips together until he was buried to the hilt, whispering her name into her ear so that his hot breath grazed her soft cheek. Finally, he moaned when his peak hit him, his cock pulsing inside of her with each burst of his release. Her legs tightened instinctively around his hips and he whimpered at the tension, sinking his teeth lightly into the base of her neck as his climax rolled over him in blissful waves.
As if time had stopped, his peak seemed to stretch on forever, purring and groaning into her, euphoric in their connection. It was minutes later that his ecstasy began to fade, thoughts of everything he'd said and done to her that night returning to his mind, and he lifted himself from her with a soft kiss to her lips to lay down at her side.
"Oh, wow," she gasped, curling into his arms easily, her forehead on his chest. "Sweetie…"
He didn't answer her for a long moment, so she leaned back to scan his face and was surprised to find concern wrinkling his brow, his gray eyes staring into her own worriedly. "Oh, what's wrong, Aang?" she asked gently, cupping his face with a soft hand around his cheekbone.
Leaning into her touch thankfully, Aang sighed. "That was too much, wasn't it?"
"What? What do you mean?" She tilted her head slightly at his question, so far off from any of the scarce thoughts floating around in her head in that hazy moment. The straight line of his lips quirked into a small smile at the adorable gesture.
"I was pushing you around," he began as his cheeks flushed bright red. "I was… being rough with you and giving you orders and… I don't know. We've always been equal with one another. It felt…"
When he couldn't come up with a word to describe his predicament, Katara simply smiled at his doubt. "Incredible? Really sexy? Like some of the best sex we've ever had?"
His lips turned up slightly at the corners, but he remained unfazed, still concentrating on how unlike himself he'd acted. To snap him out of his thoughts, Katara turned to cuddle into his chest and kissed him, her soft lips brushing the tip of his nose. "I love you, Aang. I thought it was really hot to be the one being taken care of, and the way you took charge tonight… I've been wanting to do that for so long, Sweetie. I just had no idea you'd be so good at it."
With a pleased hum, he sank deeper into her embrace as she wound an arm over his chest, lowering himself further onto the bed until his ear rested just above her breasts. Instinctively, she ran her nails over the back of his head and down his chakra line, stroking him tenderly. They cuddled like that for several moments, Aang occasionally sighing in comforted pleasure as her nails raked over his skin.
"Thank you for trying that for me, Sweetie," she murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of his head briefly. "I love you so much."
"I love you too." He took a moment to think before leaning back out of her arms to glance up at her. "Was that what you were thinking of when you asked?"
"No," she asserted firmly, watching with a smirk as surprise flitted over his features. "It was so much better, Aang. Seriously, how did you… where did you get the idea to do that? How did you know what to do?"
"I know how to make you feel good, Sweetie," he answered, laughing when this only earned him a glare. "And I also may have, ah… read a few books."
"Books?" Katara asked with a raised eyebrow. His cheeks began to grow red, and she grinned and added, "Tell me what happened."
"Well, they have books on all sorts of things in the Fire Nation, you know? Especially since the end of the war. So… I asked one of Zuko's servants to go and pick a bunch up for me on a certain very specific topic."
"No, you didn't," she laughed, trying to imagine Zuko's poor palace servants in some unsavory stores while fulfilling the Avatar's request. "Aang! I don't believe you."
"I could show them to you," he suggested innocently. "I brought a few home with me. I wasn't sure I was done studying them. You could take a look through them, if you'd like."
Instead, she climbed atop him with a smile, and he turned on his back to help her settle a knee on either side of his hips. When she was finally in place, she ground their centers together. Aang moaned at the slide of her wet folds over his half hard cock and looked up at her with a familiar look of trust, of waiting for her lead, of submission. She sighed happily and lowered herself to lay on his chest, nuzzling into his collarbone, where she kissed his salty, tacky skin.
"Hmm… well, if you've already read them I don't think I need to. I'm lucky enough to have you to show me what they say," she teased. When she glanced back up at him, the gentle tameness had faded from his gaze, now burning charcoal down at her. That was all it took for her heart to begin pounding again, her center flooding with her renewed arousal. "Aang…?"
"Maybe Daddy's not done with you for the night," he returned with a wide grin. Katara squealed when he flipped them over abruptly to press her back into the mattress. Then she relaxed beneath his fiery, wet kisses to her neck, all too ready to let him take charge again.