Author's Note: So, you can thank KSI's new song: Holiday for this one shot. It just put me in the mood and I felt like writing this. So, enjoy. Warning: FLUFF and SMUT heavy.
Playing with your food:
Katara yawned as she stepped out of bed and strode over to put on her blue panties that were hanging off the TV. She chuckled at her and her fiancé's antics and eagerness from last night while grabbing the white, full-sleeve shirt he had worn and slipping it on, buttoning up but leaving the top three unbuttoned, thus showing off her cleavage and leaving her left shoulder bare. As she was about to call for her fiancé, something else caught her attention.
She scrunched her nose – 'Something smells nice', she observed as she slipped past their bedroom door and headed downstairs. While walking down the stairs, the intoxicating aroma became stronger and invaded her senses, leaving her wondering what kind of magic her fiancé was cooking up without her knowledge. Reaching the final step, when she turned the corner, she was met with the sight of her fiancé's bareback – muscles extending and protruding in the same areas she had scratched and caressed the previous night and longed to again in that very moment. Smiling widely, Katara leaned against the wall and stared appreciatively and hungrily at her fiancé, who was flipping pancakes effortlessly and laying them down onto their newly bought plates – two plates of French toast soaked in chocolate syrup, topped in vanilla ice-cream and surrounded by chopped strawberries were also laying on the marble kitchen-top.
Katara took a long silent sniff as she strode over to him, playing tug-of-war with herself as she pondered on whether she should enjoy the food first or have him take her right then and there – 'To be fair, we haven't yet done it in the kitchen or the couch', Katara amused. She'd never admit it, but the sight of her fiancé baking and cooking such delicious food turned her on; a dream of hers', since childhood, was to have a man who could handle the kitchen when she was too lazy to as a life partner – she loved cooking but even she had her limits – and maybe surprise her every now and then, like today.
Grinning wildly, he was preparing to flip the last pancake perfectly, and he would have if his fiancé's slender, tanned arms hadn't snaked around his waist the last minute.
"Gahh!" Aang shrieked in surprise as he stumbled with the flip, thus having the pancake land on his face. A few beets of silence passed; with Aang groaning and Katara attempting to stifle her giggles to no avail.
"Kataraaaaaa…" Aang groaned out when he felt his fiancé's arms retreat because she was holding her stomach desperately from laughing too hard at his expression.
"It's not funny," Aang finally gritted out – the sight of Katara in his shirt, with dishevelled hair and bare thighs had made him a bit dizzy at first. He tried to seem annoyed, but his smile betrayed him as he turned to see Katara clutching her stomach, her eyes watery from joy and amusement. He was about to retort but Katara suddenly stood on her tiptoes, peeled the pancake off his face and took a bite shamelessly, giggling at his goofy smile and shocked expression.
"You were supposed to wait in bed for me," Aang stated, as he took the pancake out of her hands and placed on the plate with its brothers and sisters, spreading whip cream over it as he turned to set it on the kitchen tabletop. "I was looking forward to surprising you with these when you woke up."
When he placed the plates on the marble tabletop beside her, Katara, deciding that her fiancé was somewhat too tense and uptight for her liking this morning, dipped her finger in the whip cream and dabbed his nose with it – smiling innocently as she spoke softly.
"There," she said, standing on her tiptoes and leaning in to peck his nose, thus kissing the whip cream off of him. "Am I forgiven?" She asked while batting her eyelashes and smiling innocently still – he had no resistance.
Unable to keep the grin off his face, Aang nodded and leaned in to kiss her. She met him halfway and sighed into his mouth, finally getting what she had been yearning for ever since she walked in on him baking without a shirt on – practically teasing her with his tensed, protruding muscles unknowingly. To get some more revenge – and because she wanted to annoy him; it was one of life's greatest pleasures – Katara trailed one of her hands up his rock-hard chest, caressing the muscles there firmly before her hand reached upwards and her fingers were lost in the chestnut strands of his hair, tugging, caressing and pulling him closer. He moaned into her mouth when she snuck her tongue in, deepening the kiss, thus allowing her to dip her other hand in some more whip cream without him noticing.
Grinning devilishly, Katara whispered his name when they pulled away. Aang was in a state of bliss, until he witnessed the devious grin he had grown accustomed to seeing from his fiancé; one that told him that in that very moment, she was trouble. Eyes widening, but not being quick enough, Aang yelped when Katara pulled away quickly and swiped her whip cream-soaked hand across his face.
Giggling to herself in appreciation of her work, Katara laughed good naturedly at the 'betrayed, how-could-you-do-this-to-me' face Aang had shot her, "Feeling better?" Katara asked innocently as she folded her arms.
Eyes narrowing and his frown transforming into a smirk, Katara's own eyes widened as she remembered that Aang's new expression only meant one thing: trouble.
"Oh, I'll show you 'feeling better'!" Aang shouted as he launched himself at her, missing his fiancé by a strand of hair as she dodged him just in time.
With the both of them giggling and laughing gleefully, Katara circled the marble tabletop in the middle of their kitchen as her fiancé chased after her with mirth. Eventually, Aang got tired of the games and leapt over the kitchen top, surprising Katara as she witnessed the way his muscles flexed before she screamed playfully when his arms wrapped around her torso, trapping her to his hard body.
With her locked tight against him, Aang held both of her wrists as he trapped them behind her back. After his other hand grabbed onto the bottle of whip cream from the kitchen-top, he carried Katara over to the coach while she laughed and giggled, warning him to stop before she grew angry and castrated him while not meaning a word of it. Laughing at her antics, Aang smirked as they both fell onto the dark blue couch. Katara's arms were now trapped above her head, and she continued giggling when her fiancé grinned at her.
"Say sorry," he demanded as he stared into her eyes.
Katara tilted her head in fake thought for a moment before she smirked and defied him, "No."
"No?"
Her smirk faltered when she saw the gears shifting in her fiancé's eyes, "N-no."
Smirking back, Aang shifted to hold both her wrists in his hand above her head while his other hand trailed down her body, starting from her forehead. Her smirk faded and lips parted when his warm, large and long fingers traced her lips in fondness and worship with much tease behind them. Aang could see her open invitation for him to lean down and kiss her swimming around in her oceanic orbs, and although he wasn't one to seek revenge, he felt like he needed to tease and play with her somewhat more to demonstrate that he had just as much influence over her as she had over him.
With his smirk widening, Katara let out a heavy ragged breath when her fiancé's fingers glided down her neck slowly, then along the slop of her naked left shoulder. Her breathing became even more uneven when his dexterous fingers unbuttoned the remaining buttons of the shirt she was wearing, eyes closing in anticipation then annoyance when his warm fingers traced the outlines of her large breasts, actively avoiding her hardening nipples. Squirming beneath him, Katara huffed in annoyance when his fingers ran down her stomach and caressed her sensitive hipbones lovingly. Yet, her mood lightened when he cupped her covered womanhood – she was definitely okay with this. However, Aang's smirk widened when she let out a groan of annoyance as his fingers left her womanhood and instead reached to the side to grab the bottle of whip cream he had brought with him.
When she opened her eyes and saw the bottle of whip cream along with his amused smirk, she immediately tried to shoot up and escape his grip with mirth, both being nervous and yet looking forward to what he had planned. Aang, being almost twice her size, overpowered her easily as he leaned himself on her, his lower body pressing into hers, thus making her gasp in surprise and longing.
With her wrists still trapped in his hand, Aang allowed his fiancé one last chance at salvation – though, he planned to continue regardless of her reaction.
"Say sorry," he huskily whispered into her ear as he leaned in.
She visibly gulped, but shook her head nonetheless, her stubbornness and competitive nature shining through as she denied him – Aang could care less, he was hoping for that reaction in actuality.
Smiling evilly, Aang sprayed some whip cream across her cheek and leaned in to lick it away. She gasped and giggled at the feeling, squirming in his grip, amused – however, her breath caught in her throat when he tugged at her earlobe and whispered huskily once again.
"Say," he tugged again, "sorry," his breath was now hot over her neck, "Katara."
"Mhmmm, n-n – " She gasped when cold whip cream was sprayed onto her throat, the coldness of the cream in direct contrast to her own warmth and the warmth radiating from him. That gasp, however, turning into a low moan when Aang leaned down and kissed the nape of her neck, licking, sucking and biting as if she were the sweetest dessert whom only he had the pleasure of tasting.
"Aang," Katara moaned, feeling her panties beginning to soak as her fiancé trailed further down and swiped the corners of the unbuttoned shirt away from her chest, thus revealing her large chocolatey breasts and hardened pink nipples for him to ravish.
"Say it," Aang growled as he bent down and sucked on her collarbone, drawing more low moans and hums of approval from his fiancé as he finally released her hands which automatically wrapped around his back and found his hair, tugging and caressing in love and arousal.
"Mhmm – srry", Katara could barely stutter the apology out when she felt Aang spray some whip cream onto her right breast, gasping as the cold substance landed on her hardened, sensitive nipple. That coldness, however, was immediately replaced with newfound warmth and wetness when Aang lapped it all up, kissing around her nipple, drawing out more moans from her before he finally flicked his tongue over her whip creamed peak.
"Mhmmm… Aang, more! That f-feels so g-good," Katara begged for some relief, and sighed deeply when Aang engulfed her entire peak into his mouth, sucking with power while his other hand kneaded her left breast excitedly, his thumb gliding over her hardened nipple in the fear that it may grow jealous.
Feeling her fiancé harden, Katara gasped again as his cock brushed against her soaked panties – her need for him was now at an all time high, but he ignored the throbbing in his pants as he wanted to play with her for a while longer.
"You're so sexy, my love," Aang whispered as he drew more whip cream onto her other breast and paid homage to it with his mouth, tongue and hands; kissing, licking and sucking away while she squirmed in pleasure beneath him – her own nails massaging his hair and the various muscles on his back as she moaned uncontrollably. "Your lips… your breasts… your body… the sounds you make," Aang whispered huskily, his voice laced with his arousal, "You drive me crazy."
"Baby… I – I need you in me… please," Katara barely huffed out as she whimpered beneath him, sounding audibly exasperated due to her panting and Aang's attention despite her heart pumping with excitement and longing.
Aang too whimpered at the pure need and desire for him that was leaking through her voice. Though he wanted to continue with the foreplay and tease her some more, he could no longer ignore the throbbing in his sweatpants, plus, the delicious sounds she was making made him feel like she was torturing him despite it being the other way around.
With propriety not being an issue, Aang sat up and stripped his sweatpants and underwear off while Katara hastily kicked off her soaked panties. Her sweet arousal pooled around the air and Aang moaned when she hurriedly pulled him back down, running her hands up and down his rock-hard abs and humming in appreciation and hunger while he lined himself up with her entrance. Being fed up with the amount of time he was taking – almost teasingly – she dragged him down to her lips and tugged him forward, moaning into his mouth when his long shaft slid all the way into her slick, wet folds with east, almost as if it was second nature to them now.
Breathing heavily, the two began rocking against each other slowly, with Katara grinding against him while Aang traced his cock around Katara's already tight cavern in a circular motion, thus making her groan breathlessly.
"Aang… you've had your f-fun… now fuck me already!" Katara growled, her impatience getting the better of her as she snaked her arms around his neck and pulled him back to her lips.
"Patience, my love. We have al-" Aang's teasing response was cut short by his fiancé's soft, velvet lips – his need to tease her and have his revenge died when their tongues met and Katara whimpered as he began moving within her, slow and steady.
They remained like that for a while, grinding slowly, lovingly, sharing chaste kisses, mouths becoming their battlefield as their tongues waged war against each other. Realising he was losing the battle, Aang opted to gain the upper hand as he pulled his hips back, the tip of his erection barely within her, and he slammed down hard and fast, thus causing Katara to yelp which transformed into the sweetest, pleasurable moan he had ever heard. With her tongue now not knowing what to do, Aang pushed forward and overpowered her, completely devouring her lips, not allowing her to participate in the kiss at all, thus forcing her to just accept it willingly.
When he pulled away grinning, he was taken back by her expression; eyes dangerously half lidded, cheeks crimson red, mouth parted and panting wildly, succulent velvet lips begging for more.
He growled lowly, the animal within him awakening as the sight of her alone made him lose his mind. Pulling out of her, Katara barely had time to protest when Aang picked her up, turned her around on her hands and knees, and thrusted into her deep and tight cavern from behind, making her back arch like the curve of a bow and moan like a cat in an alleyway.
"Oh Aang! More! Please… fuck me harder!"
Her pleading simply made it worse for him as he growled again. Once his hands were done mapping out her delicate, mountain like curves, they rested at her hips and tightly dragged her back into him while he thrusted into her with newfound power.
"K-Katara… you're so, so wet," Aang groaned out when her back arched further.
Needing more, Aang shifted to wrap his arms around his fiancé's torso as he brought her flush against his chest. She gasped at the new position; with one of his hands massaging her breasts, the other teasing her clit, and his mouth sucking on her neck, Katara was close to coming undone.
"Aang I'm – Oh! Right there! Fuck me right there!" She screamed in pleasure when he slammed and kneaded harder, "Oh God! Oh Goooood! You're… too good!"
Aang huffed into her ear as he opted to set her back down, however, she felt the need to regain some control. So, Katara swiftly pulled him out of her, turned back around, pushed him onto the couch and straddled him as she sat down on his erection, moaning in delight at the new deepness he reached when she slammed down into him.
"You're gorgeous," Aang moaned out as his hands travelled up his fiancé's body, gliding over her soft belly and kneading her perky breasts before eventually returning to her hips to help her ride him.
Feeling her own animal growl within her, Katara rode him with a newfound passion and roughness as she moaned uncontrollably, raking her nails over his hard pecks and chiselled abs – her desire for him had never been as strong as it was now; the day after their engagement was announced.
"Your cock is s-so big… Aang," Katara groaned out when Aang sat up and wrapped his arms around her, thrusting back into her while kissing and sucking on the nape of her neck, her collarbone and soon her left breast. "So b-big you t-tear my pussy a-apart."
Aang growled lowly and bit down on her pea, thus drawing another loud moan from her – he absolutely loved it when she lost her sense of self and began talking dirty to him while they made love; it made the experience all the more satisfying, and with the way she was now, he didn't know how much longer he could last.
"Oh… s-so fucking t-tight," Aang growled out as he leaned up and captured her lips in a sloppy kiss which she returned passionately as she cupped his face in her hands. "Pounding into y-your t-tight pussy… it's the b-best feeling in t-this world."
"Oh god, I love you!" Katara whimpered into the kiss when she heard his declaration – not long after, she pulled away to voice her own affection. "Fuck! I love you so much Aang!"
"I love you too, my angel…"
Although she wasn't one to speak in such a way nor did she like being spoken to in such a way, when she was making love with Aang, it only further amplified the pleasure and bliss she experienced while riding him and being pounded into. So, she didn't hesitate to voice all her thoughts while she came close to being undone by him. Katara also recognised the power she held over him; whenever she moaned or whimpered like she had just now, she found that he only kissed and bit and pounded into her harder – it empowered her, made her feel cherished and desired.
"I can't – I can't keep… I'm cum-" Katara tried to voice her incoming explosion, but she found her mind go blank and her words become tangled as she squirted on his shaft, "Oh Aang!"
"K-Katara," upon feeling her delicious juices being spread over his erection, Aang too came undone as he roughly continued pounding into her deliciously coated walls, the both of them moaning and huffing as they rode out their orgasms.
Aang fell back onto the couch and Katara laid on top of him in exhaustion, their bodies coated in sweat – her hand rested over his chest, drawing lazy circles over the strong muscle and the other hugged his side while he ran his fingers through the soft strands of her chocolate hair lovingly with their legs still intertwined – both their chests heaving, breathing heavily as they tried to gain control once again.
"Well, all the effort you put into making me breakfast went to waste," Katara giggled as she leaned over and peaked into her fiancé's eyes. "The pancakes and French toast are likely cold by now."
"I would cook you breakfast again," Aang stated as he narrowed his eyes at her playfully, "but I don't trust you."
"Me?" Katara asked in fake innocence, "What did I do?"
"You mean besides making me wear our breakfast?"
"That's bold coming from the one who ate it off my body," Katara smirked when Aang rolled his eyes and smiled, knowing she had one their little battle.
"Touché," the couple laughed as they settled down once again, both sighing and humming in approval as they remained cuddled together – the knowledge that they were in their soulmate's arms brought them nothing but joy, appreciation and bliss – until someone's stomach growled in disapproval.
"Okay, that was you!" Katara cheered as she sat up.
"No, it was you!"
"I do not sound like a dying cow when I'm hungry," she giggled in a matter-of-fact tone as she crossed her arms and smiled at him. "Plus, don't try to tell me you haven't worked up an appetite after… after…"
That's the thing about Katara: while in the moment, she'll be the wild cat who'll drive you wild with her soft whimpers and low moans and arousing caresses and invigorating kisses… but afterwards, she'll shy away like a scared little kitten. And as she blushed and glanced away to hide her blush, Aang couldn't help but giggle at her utterly adorable expression.
"Do you mean, 'after we had rough, and passionate sex where we fucked like the horny, raging cats in the alley'?"
"Aang!" Katara yelled as she hid her face in her hands, trying to shake off the complete reddening of her cheeks – she both loved and hated how her fiancé could embarrass and flatter her with such ease. It would scare her if she wasn't so in love with him.
"But to answer your question, I guess I am quite hungry," Aang stated as he leaned up and tore her hands away from her face, thus once again revealing her beautiful features. "I haven't yet tasted you," Aang whispered hungrily as he leaned in and nipped at her earlobe.
"Aang…" Katara moaned as she tried to protest weakly, her blush being forgotten to her when Aang leaned down and sucked on a particularly sensitive spot on her neck, "didn't you – oh god… didn't you get enough last night?"
"I did," Aang answered as he leaned down further to suck on her collarbone while he trailed his fingertips down her spine, causing her to shiver pleasantly as her whimpers filled his ears once again. "You were delicious," her fiancé cooed, "so delicious in fact, that I need a second serving."
He kissed around her breast.
"And a third."
He kissed down the valley between her breasts.
"And a fourth."
Then he flicked his tongue over her hardening pink nipple before engulfing it completely.
"Probably a fifth."
"You're ah… insatiable," Katara chuckled, clutching his head and tugging it closer, thus trapping him against her heaving chest as she felt herself getting wet again.
Aang shrugged nonchalantly as he continued to such on her peak, "Maybe I am."
"Then take what you need," Katara whispered, grinning and giggling when Aang picked her up – her legs wrapping around his torso and arms snaking around his neck, and his hands holding her up by gripping onto her plump ass cheeks as they kissed passionately while rushing upstairs.
Too lost in each other, the couple had forgotten about their breakfast as they left it on the marble kitchen top – though, they had worked up an appetite… but for each other.