Okay, so first I want to say, please mind the kink warnings; this is a smut fic that centers around lactation/breeding kinks. Secondly... I honestly have no idea where this came from and I am so sorry, lmao. Anyways, uh... enjoy?
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Aang couldn't believe his eyes when he came home to find his wife asleep on the couch in nothing but an undershirt of his, curled on her side with her arm hugging her chest. The white and orange looked exquisite against her amber skin, flushed with warmth as she napped. He watched her for a moment before he realized that their infant son was nowhere in sight, and his attention was quickly drawn elsewhere.
As he closed the door behind him, she began to stir, reaching up to rub her eyes sleepily. He almost apologized until he saw her chest, and everything else was cleared from his mind. Since her pregnancy and subsequent breastfeeding, he'd grown used to the new size of her breasts. However, the sight of two wet spots forming over each of her nipples was still thrilling, freezing him to the spot in awe.
"Hi," she murmured, sitting up and beginning to stretch. As she reached over her head, her tummy was exposed, still soft in some places where she used to be muscular, fading stretch marks lining her beautiful skin. The sight made his mouth fall open slightly, mesmerized. He had absolutely loved the way her body changed while she was pregnant, her stomach growing round with their child. After their son's birth, her body had changed again, and he couldn't help but become obsessed with the new softness that lingered around her curves. Finally, he glanced up to look her in the eyes, grinning at the pink flush on her cheeks.
"Hi, Sweetie. I missed you all day," he admitted, walking over to sit next to her. She pulled him into a hug right away, and he nearly moaned aloud as her large breasts pressed against his chest. His wife had been nursing for almost a year by then, and he recognized the fullness of her engorged breasts well. He loved the way they looked and felt when they were full of milk. If he hadn't known how badly she needed to nurse from the way she'd leaked through her shirt, then the hardness of her chest against his between them confirmed it. "Where's Bumi?"
"Sokka and Suki took him for the night," she purred innocently.
"Katara," he groaned, allowing himself to vocalize his desire now that she'd made her intentions clear. As she pulled away, he combed his fingers through her messy hair, pushing it out of her face. Her blue eyes sparkled up at him patiently. "Your milk is leaking through your shirt, Sweetie."
"Mmh," she agreed, glancing down only briefly at the spots where her white shirt had grown wet and translucent over her hard nipples. "Bumi didn't ask to nurse this morning… so I thought I'd save it all for you."
With her intoxicating smile, a wave of his blood rushed south, aroused beyond words by her offer. His eyes remained focused on her breasts, taking in the way his shirt fell over her curves. It hadn't taken him long after their son's birth to realize his obsession with his wife's breast milk. However, she hadn't allowed him to indulge, really, until Bumi started eating some solid foods and began asking to be nursed less. As he eyed the spreading wet circles above her nipples, he was very grateful that he was able to enjoy what their son no longer did. While he had always loved her breasts, he'd formed a sort of preoccupation with them during her pregnancy; nursing (particularly nursing him) only intensified it.
"You must be uncomfortable," he spoke finally, glancing up to meet her eyes and take in the soft pink flush on her cheeks.
"They feel so full, Aang," she agreed, her eyelids half lowered until she was peering up at him through her lashes. "Do you want it, baby?"
Aang felt heat rush to his cheeks, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. "Yes," he gasped softly, "Katara…"
He watched in awed silence as she tugged her shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor as she lay back down on the sofa. She looked up at him invitingly once she was settled.
"You're so gorgeous, Sweetie," he sighed as he relaxed next to her, his head level with her chest as he began to kiss at the side of her breast. He groaned softly at the feeling of her swollen flesh beneath his lips. "Oh, I can feel it… did you wait all day for me?"
She nodded somewhat shyly as he lips moved over the soft curve of her breast, skimming dangerously close to her nipple. "Aang, please… I did wait all day, I need your help now, Sweetie."
"You need me, huh?" he asked, his voice a teasing purr against her chest as he glanced up at her. "Tell me what you need me to do, love."
"Please… I want you to drink my milk, Aang, there's so much pressure," she murmured seductively, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to hold him close.
Finally, he pursed his lips over the firm bud that craved his attention. She sighed as he flicked his tongue over it teasingly, her hands sliding over the back of his head. His soft muscle explored her skin slowly. Just as she was about to offer him a reminder of how she had instructed him to try, he gently took her whole nipple into his mouth and pressed the sensitive bud against the roof of his mouth with his tongue. He moaned when, after a moment, her sweet milk began to flow, her fingers caressing the back of his head as he suckled at her breast. Her pleased hum made his stomach twist in the best way. As he shifted against her, his hard cock brushed her thigh through his pants and she whimpered, pressing her leg back into him.
"You really like this, huh, baby?" she cooed, running her nails over the line of his tattoo on his shaved scalp. "You're getting so hard for me already; I can't wait to feel you bury yourself inside of me and fill me up with your cum."
This drew another whimper from him, his lips' vibrations tickling her breast. As she continued to stroke his head lovingly, he reached for her thigh, brushing his hand over her soft skin as he made for her center. Her legs parted instinctively, and she sighed loudly as his fingers ran through her slit. It was such a familiar, easy pleasure. She hummed approvingly as Aang continued to drain her milk, sweeping her away in a comforting wave of relief.
"Ohh… Aang, Sweetie," she sighed. Impulsively, she reached for his hand from between her legs and brought it up to her other breast, allowing his fingers to run through the milk that had begun to dribble from her nipple there as well. He moaned, and, cupping her breast in his palm, he ran his thumb through the stream of milk, brushing her nipple with each stroke. "You're making a big mess, my love."
"Hmm," he hummed around her breast. His tongue tickled her nipple in his mouth, and it only added to the delightful tingling sensation that filled her chest. His eyes were closed peacefully as she stroked the top of his head, holding him to her chest the way she usually did with their son.
"Keep touching me," she requested in a low voice. Immediately, his hand moved back between her thighs, his fingers sliding tenderly through her wet slit. Despite his preoccupation with her milk, he moved expertly against her sex, teasing her wet lips on either side with a gentle touch.
"Aang… I've been waiting all day for you, Sweetie, have you been thinking about this as much as I have? Ah," she said, cutting herself off with a moan as two of his fingers pressed into her entrance.
"Oh, Spirits… you're making me feel so good." As she spoke to him, she feathered her fingertips lightly along the back of his neck. The tips of his ears turned red from the sensation. As his thumb rubbed slow circles around her clit, she sighed and pressed her hip against him until she was able to feel the hard shape of his cock.
"How do you feel, baby? You're so hard… I want to feel you," she pleaded.
Gasping, he pulled away from her chest to sit up and wiggle out of his pants, pulling his tunic over his head. Watching her husband undress so urgently, Katara reached down with her free hand to touch herself, lazily running her fingers through her folds. She moaned just as he looked back at her, his eyes wild with lust.
"Oh, fuck," he breathed, quickly taking in the sight of her, milk dribbling from both nipples down the curves of her engorged breasts. As he settled back down beside her, her arm folding around him once more, he groaned, "I love you so much."
"I love you too," she cooed, "But you're not done, Sweetie… ah."
She recognized the smug look in his eyes as he latched onto her other nipple. His chin brushed through the line of milk that had leaked earlier, when he'd been focused on her other breast. As her milk flowed into his mouth, she groaned in relief as the heavy feeling she'd been carrying in her chest all day finally began to abate. "Keep going, baby," she sighed.
Then, she paused for a moment before nudging her thigh against his hard cock, feeling its lovely weight against her skin. "Aang… I'm touching myself right now… do you want to touch yourself with me?"
His hungry groan rippled through her, filling her body with heat. Inside his mouth, his tongue teased at her nipple, savoring the sweet taste of her milk as it flowed. As soon as he registered what she said, he grasped himself, stroking with a practiced hand. The familiar motion made her moan, and she leaned forward to press a kiss to his forehead, where his eyebrows were wrinkled in pleasure.
"Oh, Sweetie… does that feel good? Just remember that your cum is all for me," she purred. His desperate noise of affirmation made her body thrum with joy, and she caressed the back of his head tenderly. Her other hand began to explore her entrance, pleasure radiating out from her fingertips.
"I'm so wet for you, I can't wait to feel you buried inside of me. I want to make another one, Love… will you fill me up with your cum tonight?"
He whimpered helplessly, causing her thighs to tremble with need. Her eyes closed in wonder for a moment at the sensation of his lips vibrating on her nipple. She knew he would—he always did—but she also knew that he loved to be teased about it, and he began to speed up the hand that moved over his hard cock at the thought of releasing himself deep inside of her. His knuckles slid against her thigh with each stroke, flooding her core with a fresh wave of heat. As he moaned against her breast, his tongue played with her nipple, consuming her with tingling relief.
"Your tongue feels so good, baby, don't stop…" she sighed, running her fingertips over the tip of his arrow lazily. He looked so gorgeous, his creamy white skin against her beautiful copper skin, his arrow pointing directly towards her chest. His eyes were closed, his forehead wrinkled in pleasure as he tugged at his cock. Between her legs, she pressed two fingers inside of herself and let her head tip back onto the arm of the couch, her own eyes sinking closed as well.
As she curled her fingers inside of herself, drawing out her pleasure, she thought about his own larger digits curled around his shaft at that moment. He was trembling by her side at the carnal sensation of drinking her sweet breast milk. Although her intense need to nurse had subsided by then, the fervor that had consumed her when he'd first latched on, a quiet euphoria continued to fill her whole body. She opened her eyes to look at him again and sucked in a harsh breath as she inspected the way his lips puckered over her breast.
"Sweetie, I want you inside of me," she groaned, arching her back just slightly to press her breast further into his face. Against her thigh, his hand sped up its strokes along his hard cock. "I feel so much better now… you're such a good daddy for helping me out like this."
For a brief second, he froze beside her before moaning, releasing his throbbing hard length to grasp her hip opposite him. He lifted his head and panted, his breath gasping and ragged against her wet nipple. When he glanced up at her, he looked guilty.
"Did you almost come?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. He nodded, cheeks flushing, drawing an amused grin from her. "You would've been in so much trouble," she taunted in a low voice.
"No… it's yours, baby, I can wait. You taste so good, and this is incredibly hot, but… do you want me to keep going? I just want to fuck you," he begged, his dark gray eyes burning into hers needily.
"Please," she gasped, "I want that too. Aang… should we go upstairs?"
"I don't know if I can move," he admitted, staring into her eyes. "Right here is fine with me."
"Yes, Sweetie, I need to feel you inside me, I don't care."
As he scrambled to his knees at the other end of the couch, she parted her legs instinctively. Before she could wrap them around his hips, he reached for her calves, guiding her legs back against her chest, spread with her knees on either side of her breasts. He focused intently on the sight of her dripping wet core open before him, her lips swollen and dark pink and so inviting.
"Did I mention I'm ovulating right now, baby?" she hummed, raising her hips enticingly. "I'm so fertile, I've been wet all day waiting for you to finally come home and make love to me like this."
"Katara," he groaned as he positioned himself between her legs. With a practiced hand, he guided his cock to her slick entrance and pressed forward, causing them both to cry one another's names again. "Oh, fuck… are you really? You're ready for me to fill you up with my cum, to make our next baby?"
"Yes," she cried, reaching up to touch his chest. His skin was scorching hot beneath her fingertips and sticky with sweat. She dug her nails in, leaving behind little dark pink crescent shapes. Each time his arousal nudged inside of her, her mind was driven closer to becoming a blank, fuzzy mess; she could focus on nothing but the slick slide of their sexes, his furrowed eyebrows as he watched her, the defined, tense muscles of his chest as he moved above her.
Finally, she mewled, "I'm yours, Aang. I want you to show everyone, I want to carry your baby again, I want to… oh, I just want you to load me up with your cum. I'm yours, fill me with your baby, make my stomach grow with our child so everyone knows."
"Yes," he groaned, his insatiable lust reflected deep in his dark silver eyes. She sighed and took a moment to savor his gorgeous form.
The sight of Aang moving rhythmically above her, sweat dripping down his wrinkled forehead, was a familiar and beloved one. His marble-like muscular arms reached down towards her as he pinned her thighs to her chest, spreading her open for him. Her mind was too hazy with the all-consuming pleasure brought on by his thrusts to take in more than just small details at a time: the red tips of his ears, the way his jaw went slack with need, the blue lines of his tattoos stretched over his well-developed arm muscles.
With her legs folded up, he was able to reach stunning depths with each thrust. He slammed into her back wall each time he filled her, pleasure-pain radiating out where they met. It felt incredible for Katara to have him inside of her so deeply, to connect with him and draw out his pleasure and, eventually, his release. As his hips jerked against hers in a steady rhythm, she thought about him coming inside of her, buried to the hilt, and her eyes fell closed in bliss.
"Look at me, Sweetie," he said, his voice low and gravelly with lust. Her eyes fluttered open to meet his dark, gray like heavy rain clouds before a lightning storm, and her breath hitched in her chest as a devious smile stretched over his lips.
"You're so gorgeous." One of his hands went from her thigh to her stomach, caressing her soft skin. "I can't wait to see you grow my child again, Katara… I'm going to fill you with my cum until you get big and round again," he sighed, skimming his fingertips over her stretch marks. She still had energy lingering from the birth of their first child, something inherently maternal about the soft slope of her hips and breasts and tummy.
"Aang… I want it," she hummed, her hips trembling as he pressed into her again and again. His chest heaved with his deep breath as he thrust into her. Around his arousal, her tight walls convulsed dangerously. "Spirits, I want you to come inside me so bad. I want to make another baby with you, Sweetie… fill me up, get me pregnant again."
"Oh, fuck," he gasped. His hand moved up over her ribs, cupping one of her breasts, still tacky with her dried milk. It was mind blowing to imagine her swelling with his child again, her hand resting protectively over her massive stomach, the way the hormones made her breasts grow. She glowed, more than the glow of maternity, but something that came from deep inside of her, the preciousness of life that she carried within her, the growing life that they created together. He could think of nothing more beautiful, nothing sexier than the thought and memory of his wife carrying his baby and shivered in excitement at the idea of doing it again, watching her stomach slowly distend as she grew their child within. It was so easy to imagine when he was able to press so deeply inside of her, the head of his cock nudging into his target within her walls. "Fuck, I'm going to come so hard for you Sweetie, there's going to be so much there's no way that we won't make another baby. Katara…"
"Yes," she moaned, "Aang… our son is almost done nursing, you're going to have to fill me with another baby if you want to watch my breasts keep getting huge and full of milk for you."
His eyebrows furrowed, his thrusts stuttering, and she grinned triumphantly as she continued, the words falling from her mouth in a thoughtless, lust-driven frenzy, "I want to make you a daddy again, Sweetie, I want to be yours, I want to grow your baby."
Overwhelmed by her words and the sight of her beneath him, he grunted and jerked his hips forwards particularly forcefully. Her large breasts bounced against her chest with each of his thrusts, and he could still see the dried milk that lingered around her nipples. She was right; the maternal features that she'd developed through her pregnancy were beginning to fade. Though he would always find her incredibly sexy, he found himself mildly disappointed, and the thought of starting all over again made his cock pulse threateningly inside of her.
As she moaned loudly beneath him, he closed his eyes and imagined her belly beginning to grow again. Her pregnancy had been rather easy, but he still loved taking care of her. He'd felt guilty, at first, hiding his arousal when he held her hair back the few times her nausea had driven her to be sick, but he'd never been able to hide anything from her very well anyway. Every bit of Katara's carrying his child drove him insane, filled him with a wild heat that nothing else could match—save for her own hormone-fueled lust. During her first pregnancy, they'd had sex all over the house in every position they could manage; when she started to get too big for that, they would spend hours in bed spooning, gasping each others' names as he thrust into her.
"Baby… tell me what you're thinking," she purred.
"I just want to watch you grow our second baby, too," he said honestly, his voice low, just between the pair of them. She sighed, her eyelids falling half closed in pleasure at the idea. "It's so sexy to watch your body change… and to know that it's my baby inside of you. Katara, your body is always amazing but watching your stomach swell… ah," he gasped for a moment as her walls tensed around him in her arousal. She listened to his words intently, her eyes deep blue and focused solely on him.
"I'm getting so close already, you feel so good… Oh, I'm going to cum so deep inside you, baby, is that what you want? You want it all for yourself?"
"Please," she whimpered. She tried to reach for him again but wasn't close enough. Instead, she fisted her hands in the blankets and whispered his name like a prayer. He released her thigh to slip his hand between them, circling his thumb rapidly over her sensitive clit until she cried out. She'd been so close that this pulled her over the edge before long, and she gasped his name as her walls quivered and pulsed around him. His charcoal eyes burned into hers with an intense heat, their gazes locked on one another as she came.
"Please, Aang…" she gasped, reaching for his hand between her legs, "I need your cum inside me, I can feel how ready I am for you, I've been wet all day waiting for your cum... I need you as deep as you can, baby, I need you to bury yourself inside me and cum and fill my tummy until I'm pregnant again."
"Oh, fuck, Sweetie," he hissed, and her eyes closed shut in pleasure-pain as he instantly sunk deep inside of her, the head of his cock nudging her back wall. Then, he began to spasm, his arousal seizing within her walls as he came, filling her with a massive load of his cum. They moaned to one another as his orgasm went on, their eyes locked together, foreheads wrinkled in pleasure, reveling in the sensation of his release, jet after jet of his cum filling her.
The moments afterward felt slow and fuzzy, blending into one another in a dizzying blur of intimacy. It was a while before either of them made a sound or moved at all. When he finally sighed deeply and lifted himself off of her, curling against her side, she gasped at the loss of his warmth.
"That was so incredible, Sweetheart," he hummed, curling an arm around her waist as he nuzzled into her shoulder. "How do you feel?"
"So good," she panted, still trying to catch her breath and let her heart slow down. It pounded in her chest like a drum after the intensity of the climaxes. "Like, really amazing. Aang… you came so hard, baby. I hope…"
"Hey, there are plenty more opportunities if that one didn't take," he told her sweetly, his lips skimming her jawline. She smelled sweet, a combination of her shampoo and the sweat that had collected along her skin. "We can keep going all night, my love."
"Yes, please… Bumi's with Sokka until tomorrow afternoon," she informed him, turning her head to look at him. He grinned at her, reaching over to rub his hand over her flat stomach as if to indicate their plans for the night. She giggled, shifting her hips slightly, though she remained on her back in an attempt to keep his release inside of her, thinking dreamily of the baby she hoped they'd just conceived.
"We're going to be pretty busy until then, huh?" he asked, interrupting her day dream with his husky voice. Her breath caught in her throat as she locked eyes with him, amazed by his resiliency. Immediately, she felt her center flood with wet heat again.
"I think so… we should start as soon as possible," she whispered, and, with a wide grin, he leaned in to kiss her. They were in full agreement as they sunk into one another once again, their intentions for the night to come fueling their excitement.