now or never || an atla fanfic

𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔥

They had 14 hours before the day of the Black Sun.

And he wanted nothing more than to spend all of it with her.

As the avatar, his role was to always prioritize the peace and security of the world above his own. But for once, he wanted to be selfish.

He broke away from the kiss, burying his face in the crook between her neck and shoulder. "Spirits, Katara, if you keep kissing me like that I won't be able to hold back," he murmured against her skin, his eyes fluttering shut as he savored the warmth of her body against his. She was so warm, so real, so--

"Hold back from what?" she murmured, her voice slightly breathless in a way that sent his own heart racing.

"Hold back from ripping your dress off right now," he replied without hesitation in a tone that sent shivers down her spine. Katara's lips parted slightly in surprise, his candor rendering her momentarily speechless. Aang continued, leaning in closer and bringing his lips to her ear. "And keeping you here for the last few hours we have before the invasion."

"You are an incredibly selfish man," Katara teased.

He pulled back slightly to meet her gaze, grinning wolfishly. "I am. I can't help but want all of you, Katara."

"At least you're self aware," she said, running a hand down his chest before popping open the first button of his shirt. He shivered slightly, and it wasn't because of the night chills. "It would be a shame to leave you wanting, because I so desperately want you as well, Aang."

Aang's heart thudded in his chest at her words. He needed confirmation that he heard her correctly--that this was actually happening. "Is that a yes?" he murmured.

"Yes to what? Ripping off my dress or keeping me here? Either one is fine."

"Both it is then," he said firmly, before leaning down and punctuating his words with a searing kiss. Katara gasped at the sudden intensity of the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him impossibly closer along with hers in the sand. She could feel the heat of his body seeping through her dress, the hard planes of his body pressed against her curves.

Without warning, Aang grabbed the thin dress straps at her shoulders and with a swift, forceful tug, ripped it clean off her body, the fabric tearing like tissue paper in his strong hands. The tattered remains of the dress fell to the sand in a crumpled heap, leaving Katara bare before him, her skin glowing in the moonlight.

He broke the kiss to drink in the sight of her naked body, his gaze hungrily roaming over every dip and curve, committing each detail to memory. "Beautiful," he murmured. "So beautiful."

The avatar kissed her again, while his hands roamed feverishly over Katara's bare skin, his touch rough and demanding as he mapped out every curve and contour of her body. He palmed the weight of her breasts, his thumbs and fingers plucking and tugging at her stiff, sensitive nipples until she arched off the sand, gasping against his lips.

Katara broke away from the kiss for a moment. "Are we really going to do this here?"

"Would you rather we went back inside, where everyone else could hear you?" he returned.

Katara remained silent.

"I'm touched, love, but when I fuck you, it won't be gentle and sweet." Aang's hand skimmed over her stomach continuing to the apex of her thighs. He parted her soft, glistening folds with his fingers, his touch light and teasing as he stroked and caressed the sensitive flesh. "I intend to make you scream." Aang thrusted a long finger inside of her.

She let out a gasp, her hands gripping his shoulders.

He slid his fingers slowly, languidly inside of her. "When I first saw you in this dress over dinner," he slipped in a second finger, "you had no idea how badly I wanted you," he continued, his fingers pumping in and out of her tight channel.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her breath erratic. "The feeling is mutual, avatar."

"Haven't I told you to drop the formalities, love?" He curled his fingers to hit that spot inside of her, and her back immediately arched off the sand, letting out an embarrassingly loud moan.

"Oh my god--" she gasped, her body writhing beneath his. Her hips undulated in time with the thrusts of his fingers, seeking more of that delicious friction. The obscene sound of her arousal, the wet squelching of his fingers delving into her dripping sex, filled the salty air surrounding them, mingling with the harsh pants of Aang's breathing.

He slipped in a third finger. "You haven't answered my question yet, love."

She lifted a hand, gripping his chin and turning his face to meet hers. "I swear on every spirit, Aang, don't fucking stop."

A feral grin tugged at his lips. "I love it when you say my name," he whispered against her lips. He kissed her with heated desperation, as if he couldn't get enough of each other. His thumb pressed against her clit as his fingers thrusted inside of her, redoubling his efforts with her impending climax.

His lips traveled to her jaw, leaving a path of trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses. Heat built in her lower stomach, pulsing between her legs. She tilted her head back, and he continued down her neck, her skin burning from his touch.

He pinched her clit, and she found herself tumbling to release. Her hands tightened on his hair, shots of pleasure coursing through her body as she rode the high.

She shuddered as he planted a soft kiss against her lips before carrying her up and away from the shoreline, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist and resting her head on his shoulder.

"Aren't you cold?" she whispered, running her hands down his bare back.

His hands tightened under her thighs. "No--but I won't be able to leave you if you don't stop don't that."

She pulled her head back slightly, meeting his gaze. "What are you insinuating?"

He smirked, shifting her weight under his hands, and she felt something hard pressed against her inner thigh. He brought his lips to the shell of her ear. "I may be a gentleman, Katara, but I still have a dick."

Her eyes widened a fraction, her breasts tightening under her nightgown. Aang seemed to notice, his gaze dropping with a smirk.

She pulled on his hair in response, "my eyes are up here, avatar."

An amused glint appeared in his gray eyes. "Have I told you how much I love your eyes?"

"Do you want your children to have them, too?" she replied without hesitation.

Aang stopped dead in his tracks, staring at Katara momentarily before breaking into laughter.

She tilted her head to the side. "What's so funny?"

"Darling, I wouldn't want anything more than to call you mine."

"Then I'm yours, Aang."

And for the first time in a hundred years, Aang felt whole again. His lips met hers again, ardently, fervently, holding her in the midst of the beach with nothing but the thought of Katara filling his mind.

He kissed her for what felt like the millionth time, and he would kiss her a million times more if she wished.

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SMUT AS REQUESTED WRITTEN BY MY FRIEND HOPE YALL ENJOYED <3

ofc i sprinkled in my own poetic flair but its a cute lil kataang scene before the fire nation invasion (dw itll get more spicy for them later)

i was deadass planning for this fic to be 30 chapters long and this is the 30th but we've just gotten to the climax yet 😭 girlbossed a little too hard w this plot ngl

OKAY BYE TIME TO WRITE THE NEXT ONE