Avatar Oneshots

Aonung X Metkayina Female Reader

A/N: Aonung is 20 and you're 26, Koro belongs to Avatar, and everyone else belongs to me.

Prompt: "Just shut up and kiss me"

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Aonung is not sure what demon possessed him but, he is pretty sure it's you. Tsireya and Lo'ak have already mated before Eywa once Lo'ak completed his Inkimaya. He liked how for the Metkayina he didn't have to give up his role of Olo'eyktan because Lo'ak wasn't interested and insisted on him being Olo'eyktan which he will be eternally grateful for. Now, his parents kept hinting or outright telling him he needed to find a mate but, he knew who he wanted. It's you, however, you keep playing hard to get because of your age. He had told you when he was 13, and older he would claim you but, you laughed it off saying you're too old. You were so insecure about your age which was a load of bull shit you weren't even that much older than him! You had him by 6 years who cares? You were perfect to him. You were insecure about your height since you were shorter than Reya but, he loved it, you could fit in his arms better especially since he and his dad are eye to eye now. He loved how soft your belly was in comparison to the other women on the island, you were never one to shy away from food and he loved your hefty appetite, it made him want to hunt and collect fruits, roots, and whatever else you wanted to eat. 

"You're staring again Nung." He turned his eyes to his sister, rolling his eyes fondly.

"And I will continue to admire her, now go be with Lo'ak, and let me admire my future wife in peace." Reya rolled her eyes in exasperation, patted him on the shoulder, and disappeared to do who knows what. Probably Lo'ak.

His eyes followed your frame and he felt himself smiling at you. He was so in love with you and obsessed he's not even sure if you know just how deep his love, his need, and his want for you ran through his veins. You were weaving away on your Tsurak and the sun reflected off of your tattoos that he wanted to kiss every night as he held you close to him and listened to you tell him about your day no matter how mundane it was. He wanted to worship you from the top of your head to your full breasts, to your soft belly, your thick thighs and legs, down to your feet. He'll get on his knees and beg for you to be his, he needed and wanted you to be his. He wanted a family with you, he wanted to grow old with you, he wanted to be mated before Eywa to you and only you. You made his heart skip a beat, you made him feel like he could be and do everything in the world. You were healthy and strong, not as strong as him you didn't need to be, he could protect you with one hand if needed. His head turned at the sight of his best friend/brother Rotxo who was mated to Kiri approaching.

"You still haven't claimed her? You know others have their eyes on her like Koro." He and Roxto shared a look at that. Koro was good, there wasn't anything per se wrong with him, however, when it came to the girls, the unmated women he swore he could get anyone he wanted. There was only one girl who swooned for him and he never paid her any mind. He's an idiot like that. 

"Koro knows better to try and claim what's mine." Aonung was possessive, to say the least, he could be arrogant on a good day but, you? You brought a side of him out he didn't even know he was capable of having.

"I know she has to know, I catch her blushing every time she looks at you, and she smiles but, she's so shy about it. Reminds me a little bit of Kiri." The two of them started talking about you and Kiri, taking notice of you and Kiri together as well.

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"Y/N, you're killing me." You and Kiri got along well, especially when she completed her Inkimaya and got matching tattoos with Rotxo once mating with him. "Why are you playing games with Aonung like this? I usually love to see him suffer but, this is too much even for me!" The two of you were talking and you felt yourself blushing just at the thought of him.