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“What’s the matter Sparky? I thought you liked it when Sugar Queen ends up on top?”
Zuko could not believe this was happening. I’m screwed, so, so screwed.
Sparring practice had been going so well! Sure he was maybe more than a little distracted by his opponent on this particular day, and sure it was only a casual spar but they’d been pretty evenly matched. And now…
The cold, hard stone beneath his back signalling defeat would have bothered him but he was far more concerned about the warm, soft body innocently pressing into him at his front. There was absolutely no way he could get out of this situation without mortification and, if Sokka wandered by, genuinely possible death. He peeked a glimpse behind his palms and caught Katara’s expression above him, eyes dancing with amusement from where she sat atop him, plump lip caught between her teeth…argh..
He quickly pressed the heels of his palms back into his eyes, hoping the stars that burst across his vision would somehow burn the mortifying moment away. Despite wishing the ground would swallow him up he couldn’t help the smirk that twisted his lips. That waterbending minx. She knew what she was doing to him! He could see it in her eyes.
Katara giggled and Zuko heroically managed to stifle the moan in his throat as her movements rubbed against the exact part of his body he’d been hoping she couldn’t feel hardening at an alarming rate.
Katara felt her face flush at what she thought she could feel happening between her legs. Until now she’d only had vague thoughts that possibly Zuko was attracted to her but now… it was pretty clear. Maybe going along with Toph’s idea of pinning him down hadn’t been so bad after all…
Zuko could hear the blind earthbender’s cackles and felt his face redden even further. As if his withering self restraint wasn’t a problem enough, he had an audience to his fast approaching unravelling. Stupid earthbenders and their stupid heart beat sensing…
He felt Katara shift and grit his teeth to keep from swearing, hands still pressed to his face for fear of what they’d do if allowed to roam anywhere near the tantalising waterbender currently holding him captive with nothing more than her easily shiftable weight and a devil’s smile. He felt her hand come to rest across his pec and had to bite down hard on his lip to stop from exclaiming aloud.
Katara looked down at the profusely sweating firebender currently avoiding looking anywhere but at her, his stomach trembling with the effort of remaining still and decided she didn’t want to take mercy on him. She wanted to see how far exactly she could push this restrained Fire Lord beneath her. She knew that beneath that trained exterior burned a wildness to match her own, and now she craved that unbridled passion. She didn’t want his self control, she wanted to see what would make him snap .
She sighed wistfully and felt immense satisfaction at the careful shifting of Zuko’s palms to sneak a suspicious peek at her. “It’s a pity we’re not alone right now,” she murmured, so only he could hear.
Zuko’s mind did a double take as his hands flew away from his face to hang bewildered in the air around him. Did she just..? Did he just hear her say that? He looked at her incredulously.
She wiggled her hips and Zuko couldn’t help the pleasured/pained expression cross his features however briefly, only just catching his hands before they could grip her thighs, clenching his hands into fists that hit the ground heavily either side of his hips. He glared up at her, giving her a LOOK that was both a warning, a reminder that they weren’t alone and, to Katara, a promise of what she wanted to come. She reckoned she could push him a little further…
Zuko could feel the last threads of his self control slowly snapping one by one. She needed to stop now or he didn’t know what-
Katara smiled wider, challengingly, as she bit her lip and blinked innocently at him, making another experimental move with her hips. The next thoughts didn’t have time to even cross Zuko’s mind.
Suddenly, with the speed of a panther-cat Katara found herself lying on her back, pinned beneath the heavy weight of the firebender who had been at her mercy not two seconds before. Katara’s eyes blew open wide at the Fire Lord panting above her and gasped at the unmistakable grind of his clothed erection against her core. The sound that escaped her was positively mortifying, and clearly audible judging by the suddenly slack-jawed frozen firebender above her.
Then they heard steps along the wooden veranda.
“Er… what the fuck is happening here?”
Sokka stood on the veranda steps, hands on his hips. Suki stood just behind him, mouth open in both shock and excitement.
“Sparring,” Toph said.
Zuko’s shocked gaze still stared at Katara. How, HOW had he forgotten Sokka was meeting them? How had he let himself lose control like that? How the fuck was he going to get out of this??
Katara looked similarly shocked up at him. Then, with no warning, she gripped the unyielding firebender between her thighs and roughly rolled him over, pinning his arms bodily by his head before huffing loudly and announcing, laughably forcibly, “Ha! See? Sparring! And I just beat Zuko which is a totally normal occurrence see?”
She hastily stood up, brushing herself down and desperately trying hard not to stare at the bulge in the Fire Lord’s pants and the- was that a wet patch?? She just barely caught Zuko’s still bewildered gaze before looking back up at the other three and offering a quick smile. “Anyway, I should go and see to the er, the work I’ve got to do,” she said, grabbing her stuff and making a swift retreat.
“It’s the weekend,” Sokka said suspiciously.
“Pfft, I’m the literal ambassador for our tribe dummy, I don’t get weekends,” Katara retorted as she pushed past him.
Zuko suddenly seemed to realise that he had been well and truly left to fend for himself but was also free to stand up. He did so as quickly as he could, keeping his back to the others as he grabbed his towel, clutching it protectively in front of him as he turned back to find himself face to face with Sokka giving him the death stare.
“Katara beat you that easily?” Sokka said.
Zuko blinked, his pride swelling ferociously in his chest but quelled by the still frosty glare of the future Chieftain in front of him. “Uh, yeah?”
Sokka’s glare held firm for a few long seconds. Then his face broke into a grudging smile. “And that’s how we do it in the Water Tribe,” he teased, thumping Zuko a bit too hard on the shoulder. Suki’s face looked somewhat relieved behind him although she carefully linked her arm with Sokka’s to prevent any more amicable punching that might possibly fracture something.
Zuko nodded then hurried off, chest still heaving at the look in Katara’s eyes as she’d taunted him and the burning embarrassment of the erection he was still hiding behind his towel, courtesy of aforementioned waterbender who, conveniently, had scarpered off leaving him to deal with HER BROTHER alone. His jaw tightened. Well if this is the game she wants to play…
***
Zuko had barely a lid on his control the rest of the day. Everyone around him could sense it. Advisors quailed under his glares, meetings dealt with abruptly before they were turned out of his offices. The Fire Lord strode through his corridors, leaving servants spinning in his wake. Katara felt Zuko’s eyes burning into her whenever they were in the same vicinity. The air between them felt like it was simmering. She began to wonder if she really had pushed him too far this time.
“Hey, what’s up with Zuko?” Suki asked quietly. They turned to look at the firebender sitting off to the side of their group meet, burning small scraps of paper ferociously with his finger with a preoccupied manner.
“I… don’t know,” Katara replied tactfully.
Suki gave her a suspicious look but relented.
The firebender glanced up and caught Katara’s eye and she felt herself jump with a thrill at the intent burning in them.
Before long, she excused herself to her room. She breathed out as the door closed behind her and it was just her in the coolness of her room. She leaned back against the door, eyes closed. Thoughts about the day crossed her mind. She bit her lip and smiled at the memory of the morning spar. That had been fun. Although Zuko had seemed to be in a pretty intense mood all day since. She wondered if she should be concerned about that at all. Although maybe he’d finally got the hint.
She began to get ready for bed, spending a little time choosing her nightwear. Hmm, her usual, slightly tatty night clothes or the new short silk nightdress she’d recently acquired. In the mood she was in tonight it was not a hard choice at all.
A few minutes later there was a soft knock at the door. She’d been half expecting it.
She bit her lip to suppress the giddy smile across her face and threw on her short kimono before crossing to the door.
She opened the door a fraction. Zuko stood there, badly suppressing his heavy breathing as he affected a composed facade. His eyes lit up at the sight of her scantily clad figure.
He murmured something, possibly ‘Agni help me’ but she couldn’t be sure.
“Yes?” Katara asked since Zuko had apparently forgotten that he did in fact possess the gift of speech.
“Are you alone now?” he asked, every syllable clicking into place as if memorised.
Katara’s heart pounded in her chest. “Yes,” she replied, voice suddenly lower to her own ears.
“Good,” came the gruff reply and before she could even open the door the whole way Zuko had moved into the room, kicked the door shut and pinned her against the wall, one thigh between her legs, almost entirely supporting her weight.
Katara’s head tipped back, mouth open in pleasure, startled by his sudden passion.
Zuko’s nose traced up her neck, breathing in her scent as his lips trailed a burning line across her skin. “Agni fuck Katara have you any idea what you did to me this morning?” he growled.
“I- uh- oh,” Katara responded incoherently, thoughts and full sentences coming a lot harder now. His thigh pressed up into her more insistently and she almost cried out.
“You’ve been playing games with me, waterbender,” he said lowly. Then one hand cupped her cheek, bringing her eyes to look into his dangerous yellow ones. “The real question is, how far did you want to take this?” he whispered.
Katara’s mouth hung open as she looked at his face, eyes dropping down to his lips before coming back to the triumphant look in his eyes. It was now or never. Her hand softly reached out to rest against the scar on his chest. She didn’t need to see it to know exactly where it was, she’d spent long enough healing it. Zuko’s expression softened into the surprised, vulnerable look she could never get enough of.
“All the way,” she whispered sincerely. “I- you?”
Zuko could barely get a sound out of his mouth, wrapping his brain around the genuine confession that he had not been expecting. He hadn’t known what to expect, had been able to think very little of anything but his desperate need to have her against him again and the evidence that against all odds she was attracted to him, let alone had genuine romantic feelings for him as she seemed to be suggesting now. But in her eyes he could only see affection and a hesitation that maybe he didn’t feel the same way. Which surely she knew was absurd? His head slowly moved of its own accord until he was nodding fervently. “I-yeah, I want, Katara, I want all of you, all of it with you, I want-“
Katara’s smile was ecstatic, Zuko’s smile uninhibited and bewildered. Words failing the firebender he suddenly put both hands to her jaw and kissed her with everything he had.
He was warm and soft and both gentle and rough and he tasted divine as Katara buried her hands into his raven hair kissing him back with just as much fervour.
He shuffled his thigh up again and Katara whimpered. Zuko broke their kiss to chuckle darkly. “You were trying to make me lose control earlier weren’t you?” he murmured.
Katara bit her lip, unable to avoid his burning gaze.
“Answer me ‘Tara,” he taunted softly, his palms moving up from her hips to her sides and finally to her breasts. She gasped aloud and he grinned wolfishly at her responsiveness. He softly began to knead the supple flesh there and Katara became a babbling mess.
“Oh Tui, yes, yes I was, I wanted to- fuck!” His thumbs brushed almost absentmindedly against her pebbled nipples.
He exhaled sharply in amusement again, leaning into her ear. “I wanted to fuck too,” he whispered.
Katara would have scolded him for being an ass but something about the way he said fuck was making it a lot harder to think straight.
“Zuko,” she whined impatiently, rocking her hips against his thigh, seeking the friction she needed. Suddenly strong hands pinned her hips to the wall behind her.
“I’m going to have a little fun first,” he said. Her bleary eyes opened to look at him suspiciously. Zuko shrugged. “Since you decided to be such a damn tease earlier, in front of your brother no less-“ each word emphasised by a grind forwards of his hips that gave her no doubt as to the state of his arousal.
“Oh, please don’t bring my brother into this,” Katara complained with a breathy laugh.
“Not my fault you wanted to play dirty,” he rasped.
“Maybe I got tired of playing nice,” she retorted.
Zuko chuckled darkly again, a sound that was swiftly becoming one of Katara’s favourite as her lower abdomen trembled with desire. “Good thing I don’t intend to play nice then, sweetheart,” he whispered.
Yes. THIS was what Katara wanted.
“Give it to me then,” she challenged, fisting her hands in his tunic. A warning smirk was all she got before she was shoved back into the wall and being kissed with reckless abandon, Zuko’s hands roaming every inch of her body. She praised the spirits she had only a thin silk covering so she could feel everything although she realised it wouldn’t matter for long as Zuko’s hand moved up her skirt to grasp her ass in his hands. He gasped into their kiss as he felt her lace underwear.
“Mmm,” he hummed in satisfaction before diving back into her again.
Katara struggled with the kimono still draped across her arms and Zuko unceremoniously dropped her onto her feet, tearing the offending garment off and tossing it to the ground before stripping off his own, leaving him in just his pants.
Then he picked her up bodily again, one hand supporting her, the other exploring her chest, Katara moaned in satisfaction. He yanked her silk gown down as he began to kiss down her neck, to her collarbone and finally to the tops of her breasts. When he wrapped his lips around one nipple Katara gasped and clutched his head to her. She felt him grin against her skin as he began working her with his tongue, his lips, his teeth. Nothing existed to Katara anymore except Zuko. He switched sides and Katara found herself rocking her hips, desperate to feel him.
“Please Zuko, please, I want-“ she breathlessly managed. He seemed to get the message and placed her back on the floor before lifting her gown entirely from her body and dropping it to the tiles beneath them. Katara took a great satisfaction at the dishevelled appearance of the Fire Lord in front of her, lips red and wet with his ministrations, panting and eyes trained only on her.
Zuko gazed at Katara’s beautiful body, drinking her all in. Then he quickly fumbled with his pants, only just getting them to hit the floor before Katara pushed him back to sit on her bed and climbed on top of him.
She kissed him deeply, carefully taking him apart as she rocked her hips slowly against his. A low growl started in Zuko’s chest and then she was quickly rolled onto her back with a tutting sound from Zuko. “Such a tease ,” he chastised softly, grinding his erection against her like he had that morning. “Want to know a secret?” he asked. Katara nodded emphatically. She’d agree to practically anything at this point. “I fucking love it when you get on top because that’s the closest I ever get to feeling you pressed against me,” Zuko said, voice already haggard with need. Katara’s eyes rolled back at another rub of his cock against her core. “But I can’t do this on the training grounds and right now I want to give you everything .”
“Please Zuko,” Katara whined, not even caring how desperate she sounded.
She looked up as she heard his final undergarments shuffling then hitting the floor and his cock stood proud between her legs. She stared at it as he automatically softly gripped his length, stroking it. A bead of precum slowly leaked from the tip and she felt her mouth moisten.
Then he was leaning over her and she was smiling up into his golden eyes. She brought her hand to his cock and gave it an experimental squeeze. He gasped. “Tui, Katara.”
She grinned and pumped her hand against him again, delighting in the growl that came from him at her movements. She did it again and again, encouraging him to stand up and sit again at the edge of her bed.
He was pliant beneath her as she slowly sank to her knees. Zuko’s eyes grew wider than she’d ever seen as her face drew level with his swollen cock. She eyed him cautiously, cheeks burning and gave a kitten lick to the top. Zuko immediately groaned and shuddered. “Fuck, Princess,” he whispered, the suggestion of a flame escaping his lips. Encouraged, Katara firmly gripped his length and licked a stripe up the underside of his cock.
The Fire Lord fisted his hands in the sheets above her and she could smell burning. She decided to take the plunge and wrapped her lips around his shaft, moving her head down over his length.
Zuko’s hands gently came to tangle in her hair, helping guide her movements. “Fuck, sweetheart, and there I was thinking you didn’t want to play the good girl.”
Katara instantly stopped and looked up at him brazenly. “I can stop if you like?” she said, eyes innocently shining up at him. She opened her mouth and lightly tapped his cock against her tongue.
Zuko exhaled a moan. “Kata- ah.” She smirked and took his length into her mouth again. Zuko couldn’t believe the sight, and the obscene sounds of Katara slurping on his cock. But he was unravelling fast and besides, wasn’t he supposed to be the one taking control here? Isn’t that what she wanted?
“Katara, I’m going to- ah, you want-“ he struggled, his attempted warnings falling on deaf ears as Katara continued to suck him off, blue eyes glittering up at him sinfully.
With a growl he roughly pulled her back off him and pulled her up to standing. There was that look back in her eyes, that excitement that quashed any doubts he’d had of handling her too roughly. “You’re going to make me finish too soon with that talented mouth of yours,” he growled. Katara preened at the compliment and suddenly he was on her again, shoving her back onto the bed sheets. She felt the lace strings of her underwear snap with the force at which he wrenched them from her body. “Spread those legs for me,” he ordered roughly and she happily acquiesced, her legs slowly parting as he pushed her knees aside to see all of her.
He lowered his head and breathed her in. “You’re absolutely dripping ,” he groaned.
Katara nodded impatiently. “Uh-huh,” she agreed breathlessly. Zuko planted a hot, open mouthed kiss to her inner thigh and she moaned.
He did it again and heard a high-pitched cry of ‘Zuko!’ from the trembling waterbender above him.
He blew a hot breath over her core and watched her spasm around nothing, making both of them groan.
Then, finally he licked up her folds. His movements quickly became faster as he ate her out with enthusiasm. Katara gripped the sheets above her head, back arching at his thorough ministrations, uncontrolled whimpers escaping her throat at the unbelievably good sensation.
Zuko felt a hand suddenly grip his hair and smirked in satisfaction before plunging his tongue deep into her.
The long groan above him mingled with his desperate exhale at the juices flooding from her core, soaking his chin and the sheets below her.
Suddenly he pulled away and moved above her, panting.
“Are you ready?” he asked gruffly.
Katara nodded frantically. “Give it to me,” she said breathlessly.
Zuko lined his cock up with her entrance and with one careful move, sheathed himself inside her.
Katara keened, hips wriggling. Zuko lay a palm against her hip, shushing and stilling her for a moment. “Just get used to it for a moment, sweetheart,” he whispered by her ear, pressing kisses into her neck.
Katara tried to remember to breathe as her body adjusted to the hard length inside her. Then she nodded. “Ok, move,” she said. Zuko pulled out again carefully and then moved back in, making them both groan lowly. “That ok?” he panted.
“Yes, Agni, Zuko, can you just give it to me already?” she whined.
Zuko’s eyes lit up and he pulled her hair back not too gently. “Oh, I’ll give it to you alright,” he growled, nipping below her jaw.
Then, he began moving in earnest, fucking into her recklessly. Katara’s breath caught as his hips slapped against the back of her ass.
With a grunt Zuko shoved her legs up onto his shoulders so he could drive further into her and Katara cried out. Zuko’s hand brushed her hair away from her face. “This what you wanted?” he growled.
Katara nodded, unable to form any words. Zuko grinned in satisfaction before kissing down her neck to suck on her tits again. Katara cried out, back arching as she gripped the sheets and scratched her nails across the back of his broad shoulders.
Without warning he pulled out and flipped her over. “Ass up,” he ordered, tapping her ass cheeks. Cheeks burning, she immediately obeyed. His strong hand pushed her upper back down harshly into the bed before his cock was entering her at a new angle.
She groaned as she was fucked into the bed sheets by the firebender behind her. Her hair was gripped harshly, head pulled back, opening her throat to release the whimpers she had been stifling with the silk sheets below her. Zuko felt a rush of victory in his chest at the uncontrolled whines coming from the waterbender below him. He let go of her hair and she dropped forwards onto the bed, one arm curved round her waist and then his hand was lifting her thigh to a new angle that had him going somehow even deeper. Katara sobbed in ecstasy as he ravaged her.
She was flipped back over as easily as if she weighed nothing at all and he was over her again, his thick cock driving relentlessly into her, one leg pushed back over his shoulder, one of his hands gripping her hip hard enough to bruise as he slammed her body onto his cock, meeting every thrust with a sharp jerk of his hips.
She could feel the swell building in her centre but was unable to string together any words. Her cries grew louder and Zuko knew she was near, but he was going to finish too soon.
With another quick movement he brought her sitting in his lap and ground her down against him, rubbing her clit against his pelvis.
“Oh wow,” she moaned and he grinned. That would do it. His name fell from her lips as a chant and he held off for as long as he could. Suddenly she cried out loudly and he pulled from her quickly as her walls clenched around him, pulling out just in time to spill his seed all up her back.
“Fuck!” he exclaimed, holding her tightly to him with one hand, the other gripping his cock as he continued to ejaculate. After a moment, he relaxed, limbs turned to jelly as Katara’s warm weight flopped entirely onto him as she shuddered through her after shocks. He wrapped his arms around her, rubbing his hands across her skin soothingly as he pressed kisses into her hair. “It’s ok, I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” he murmured comfortingly. After a few moments to catch his breath he shuffled so he could lean back against her headboard and she could rest atop of him, still in his embrace.
“How was that?” he asked softly, a little concerned with the response. He had been a little rough after all.
Katara tilted her head to look up at him with dazed eyes. “Tui, Zuko. Don’t you dare hold out on me again,” she breathed, voice still wrecked. A silly grin spread across Zuko’s face and he cupped her cheek to pull her into a slow kiss.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered. She smiled, taking his fingers with hers.
“Yes you do. And I’ve got you.”