Warning! Contains: mature content (thanks to sydney again<3), mature language, housefires, death
(this book's plot>>
so proud of myself for thinking of this tbh
and now bc im stupid this has to be 4k words bro :sob: save me please
making syd write smut for half my books>>
her part ends when the italics end !!! the rest is mine !!
thats also when the smut ends<3
thank you sydney(: love ya
show her love shes saving me weeks of filler writing)
THIRD PERSON:
"I meant what I said." he whispered, his voice still low and shy.
"You really still look absolutely breathtaking."
I smiled, my face down to my lap to hide my blushing.
"Really?"
He nodded. "Really."
His hand slowly met with my cheek, and I locked eyes with him, my breathing light.
Before I could register what was happening, his lips met with mine.
And he was kissing me.
♫︎♪︎♬︎♩︎♫︎︎♪︎♬︎♩︎
Katara could feel her face prick with heat, and she loved every second of it.
She couldn't get enough of his hands tangling in her hair, his gentle and loving kisses.
After a decade of being deprived of him, she never knew how much she wanted this.
Aang grabbed her hips, settling her on his lap.
He broke the kiss to stare into her hunger-filled eyes and he felt his breath catch in his throat.
He wasn't lying when he said she was fucking breathtaking.
He shook his head free of the lewd thoughts, one hand snaking around her waist as the other rubbed at her palm.
"Is this okay?"
She meekly nodded before reconnecting their lips, her passion growing with each kiss.
She gently pushed on his shoulders, urging him to lay down.
He slowly reclined, Katara straddling him.
Their bodies melded together as if they were meant to be as one.
She dragged her hand down his scalp, sighing into his mouth as he grabbed the back of her neck.
Katara laid a trail of kisses from his chin to his throat, smirking when he couldn't hold eye contact.
She didn't stop until she was satisfied with the splotchy marks on him and the hushed groans he tried to hide.
He had a tight grip on the hem of her shirt, his breathing erratic.
"Katara, please.."
She slid back up, bumping her nose with his.
"What do you want, pretty boy?"
She planted chaste kisses on both of his cheeks, putting her forehead on his.
"You, Tara. I'm begging you."
She placed her hand on his chin, making him eye level with her.
"You're sure?"
"Fuck yes."
She dragged her fingers down his clothed chest, thinking.
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Long Lost Love
फैनफिक्शनAang has been missing for years. 10 to be exact, ever since he was 14. No one on earth knows how his best friend, Katara, had been able to handle it all this time without him. No one. Because they used to do everything together- they practically had...
