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ᝰ.ᐟ when your boyfriend, sasuke, suggests a threesome with his roommate, megumi, you're more than a little interested. a party of three quickly turns into a party of four when zuko shows interest in you at a function. sasuke is a CUCK!!! sasuke and megumi are kind of homosexual. no smut yet. modern au.
a/n: this concept came to me in a vision.......#ihaveatype i know sasuke is ooc guys i just couldnt figure out how to make him be down for this unless he was a bisexual cuck IM SORRY!!!! i was gonna make this a one part thing but i lowk had so much fun writing the tension that it took up 5 pages so i decided id put the smut in the next part and introduce zuko next time too #imsorry
you and sasuke have always had a very secure relationship. entering your junior year of college, you feel more than a little lucky to still be with the same boy you fell for when you were 17. despite all the warnings, playful and serious, there’ve been nary any problems that college has thrown your way aside from a few disagreements here and there. andhistotallyhotroommate.
megumi had been random at first. just the guy sasuke got paired with freshman year. but somehow, over time, they clicked. and the more you got to know him, the more unsettling it became. because “similar” didn’t even begin to cover it. they liked the same things. spoke the same way. carried themselves with that same quiet energy. and worst of all—they looked alike. close enough that sometimes it made your stomach flip around megumi.
close enough that you noticed. close enough that you hated that you noticed. at first, you felt awful about it. guilty in a way that made you wanna vomit. but nothing ever happened, so…it didn’t matter. right? so what if there’s a vibe when you two are alone together? it’s not like you’d cheat on sasuke!
“i have to take this.” sasuke murmurs as his phone rings, getting off the bed. you sit up, nodding once, before letting your eyes fall to megumi. he’s looking at sasuke, who’s stepping out into the hall to pick up the phone, before looking back at the laptop that’s sat on a table between both of their beds. he knows you’re looking, but he’s choosing not to acknowledge it.
you and megumi have always been…close. at least, close enough—partly due to his friendship with sasuke, partly due to the fact that you’d spent so much time in their dorm during freshman year. it wasn’t weird back then. you’d made sure it wasn’t. but lately…it’s been different. a few months ago, something changed. now, he disappears whenever you show up—stepping out minutes after you arrive, or conveniently not being there at all. the first time you asked sasuke about it, he just shrugged. said he doesn’t think it’s intentional.
maybe it isn’t. maybe you’re imagining it. maybe he really is just busy, and he doesn’t mean to avoid you. which is why you begged sasuke over and over again to set up a movie night or something with the three of you—an excuse to see if megumi would dip once he realized he’d have to be in close proximity to you for a few hours. and considering the awkward, tense, silence in the room, you’re starting to worry that you might be right. “do you…like the movie?” you attempt, reaching over to pause it.
megumi glances at you briefly, then back at the screen. “it’s fine,” he says shortly, picking up his phone. the silence comes back heavier. you exhale through your nose, irritation bubbling up. right. okay. swinging your legs over the side of the bed, you stand and cross the small space between you, dropping onto his mattress without asking.
“you’re being annoying,” you huff. he goes still. it’s subtle, but you catch it—the slight hitch in his breathing, the tension in his shoulders. “I’m not doing anything,” he replies, voice tight. tilting your head, you reach out and snatch his phone from his hands before he can react, already sliding back off the bed. “exactly.” he stands immediately, about to grab it back when sasuke steps back into the dorm. he pauses, eyes flickering between you and megumi.
he doesn’t say anything at first, his gaze lingering on megumi’s phone, before slowly lifting it to your face. then back to megumi. you look back at sasuke, hoping he can’t sense the tension between the two of you. with a flat look, he asks, “what’s going on?”
you open your mouth, ready to play this off as something unserious—because it is! but the words die down in your throat once you see the way megumi is looking at you. his gaze is fixated on you, almost guilty. not indifferent or avoidant like usual. conflicted. “i was just…” you start, but megumi interrupts. “give me back my phone, [name].” he says quietly, voice monotone.
you don’t. not immediately. because the air in the room shifts, subtly. sasuke exhales, stepping further into the room and locking the door behind him. “you’ve both been weird,” he says, more factually than accusatory. “for a while.”
once again, a defense sits at the tip of your tongue, but you go quiet. you’re unsure what he means. does he sense the discomfort megumi has around you? or does he sense the attraction you have towards megumi? or maybe, it’s your guilty conscience playing tricks and sasuke’s talking about something else entirely.
exhaling quietly, you speak. “he’s been avoiding me,” you mumble, sounding like a kid telling on him. “every time i come over.” you add, eyes flicking back to megumi. sasuke’s gaze shifts back to him too, causing his jaw to tighten. “...i haven’t.”
“you have.” you push, setting his phone down. “you always leave. or you just aren’t here. and you can’t even sit in a room with me without acting like-” you cut yourself off with a groan. “acting like what?” megumi cuts in, voice sharper. you hesitate. because you do notttt have a safe answer.
sasuke watches the exchange carefully, head tilting slightly. his eyes narrow—not in anger, but in focus. like he’s piecing together a puzzle of some sort. “say it.” he says, quieter this time, to you. your heart stutters and you look between the two again, swallowing harshly. fuck, what do you even say? i think your roommate wants to fuck me, and i think i want that too? you could lose sasuke over this. you could lose megumi over this. they could lose each other over this! so much for your playful teasing.
giving one last look to megumi, you fully face sasuke. “...like he has a reason to avoid me or something.” you force out, feeling your face warm up. god, how self-obsessed! assuming megumi wants you just because he’s been distant? you regret the words as soon as they leave your mouth, but there’s no easy way out now.
megumi lets out a slow breath, dragging a hand through his hair, like he’s debating whether to say something or not. sasuke doesn’t look surprised. that’s what throws you. “...i was wondering how long it would take,” he murmurs. your head snaps toward him. “what?” but he’s not looking at you anymore. he’s looking at megumi. and there’s something almost…knowing in his expression. megumi lets out a quiet, humorless laugh, shaking his head. “don’t.”
“don’t what?” you cut in, confused by the exchange. megumi doesn’t answer, head hanging low, and sasuke smirks. “i think you’re right, [name].” he says, eyes not leaving his roommate. “but i think you’re leaving out the part where you feel the same.”
you freeze, heart dropping. “sasuke, i- what? you’re my boyfriend.” you stammer, stepping towards him. “i know,” he responds calmly, tilting his head. “so you shouldn’t lie.” you feel like you’re going to throw up. he’s definitely going to leave you now. god, you’re so stupid! “sasuke, i don’t-” you cut yourself off, voice shaky, eyes filling with tears. sensing your panic, he steps closer, taking your wrist. “i’m not upset.” he murmurs, thumb rubbing against your skin. you open your mouth to speak but are interrupted by megumi, who stands abruptly. “stop.” sasuke keeps his comforting grip on you, but his attention has shifted again.
megumi drags a hand over his face, frustration written plainly across his features. “you're acting like this is some kind of joke." he mutters. “it’s not.” sasuke replies. “then quit talking about it like you've got it all figured out.” megumi’s eyes finally meet yours.
for months, you'd been trying to figure out why he'd been avoiding you. why conversations had become shorter. why he always seemed to disappear whenever you showed up. now, for the first time, he looks completely honest. “i started avoiding you because i couldn't stop thinking about you.” he says plainly. both you and sasuke are caught off guard by his blunt confession, and megumi can’t meet your eyes anymore. you see the blush dusting his cheeks—the anxiety rolling off him in waves. you’re unsure of what to say. if you say you feel the same, you lose sasuke. if you don’t, you lose megumi. “sasuke-” you turn to look at him.
“i know.” he cuts you off. you blink. “you know?” you ask dumbly. megumi groans, sitting back down. “i told him months ago.” what? you look back at megumi, then sasuke again, gaping at him like a fish. sasuke shrugs lightly. “he thought the solution was to stay away from you.” he explains. “it was.” megumi retorts. “clearly not.”
all this time, while you'd been convinced you were imagining things, the two of them had apparently known exactly what was going on. “you both knew?” you ask. megumi nods reluctantly. sasuke does too. “and nobody thought to tell me?”
“you were happy,” megumi says quietly. “you and sasuke were good. i wasn't going to make things complicated.” you exhale shakily, unsure of what to say. all this time, he wasn’t avoiding you because he disliked you—it was restraint. the silence stretches on as you battle with this whole moment, and megumi laughs under his breath. “this is exactly why i didn’t want to do this.” he mutters. “pretending didn’t help.” sasuke shrugs. “i didn’t tell you because i didn’t see any reason to. but then you started asking about him all the time, and it clicked.” he continues, releasing your wrist. you feel guilt churning in your stomach, the anxiety returning. “i…okay.” you sigh, taking a step back.
both of them watch you as you sit back down onto sasuke’s bed, fidgeting with your fingers in your lap. “i…love you, sasuke.” you begin, looking at him. “but,” your eyes flicker to megumi. “i’m not going to lie and say that i don’t feel anything for megumi. i don’t know if it’s emotional—i don’t think it is.” you mumble, wincing at the last part. way to rip out both of their hearts. “but i am attracted to him. and i have missed him.” you admit.
the confession settles heavily over the room. for a second, nobody says anything. you can't bring yourself to look at megumi anymore. your eyes stay fixed on your hands, twisting together in your lap. the silence feels unbearable.
“okay.” your head snaps up. sasuke is leaning against his desk, arms folded loosely across his chest. he doesn't look angry. if anything, he looks thoughtful. “okay?” you repeat. “yeah.” you stare at him. “that’s all you have to say?” you ask incredulously. “what do you want me to say?” he shrugs. “i don’t know!” you let out a frustrated laugh. “something, sasuke—anything indicative about how this impacts our relationship.” you huff.
“i already knew.” he says simply. your face burns. “but what does that mean?” you ask. “it means if i was going to break up with you over this, i would’ve done it by now.” he says simply. his words make the panic in your chest lessen—just a little. beside him, megumi looks like he'd rather be anywhere else. his jaw is tight. his shoulders are tight. everything about him is tense. you glance over and he immediately looks away.
“say something,” you mumble. megumi lets out a breath. “what am i supposed to say?” he retorts. you shrug helplessly. “i figured if i couldn't handle being around you normally, i should probably stop putting myself in situations where i had to be.” you blink. “that was your solution?” you huff. “it sounded smarter in my head.” despite everything, a laugh escapes you. megumi immediately looks annoyed.
“what happens now?” you ask quietly. neither answers right away. sasuke's gaze flicks toward megumi. megumi notices. immediately. “no.” he says. “what?” sasuke asks. “no.” he repeats. “you don't even know what i was going to say.”
“i do, actually.” megumi retorts. you stand up, stepping towards them. “what?” you ask, stopping in front of sasuke. he shoots megumi a sideways glance before pulling you close, kissing you. you freeze, caught off guard. you can feel megumi’s gaze on the two of you—the way sasuke is holding you tighter than normal, almost possessive. you break away, a little dazed. “what was that for?” you ask weakly.
megumi looks away. the last twenty minutes have felt like somebody dumped your entire emotional life onto the floor and told you to sort it out. sasuke sighs quietly. “i’m not mad at you.” he assures. “i know.” you respond, confused by his random reassurance. “you clearly don't.” his gaze moves between the two of you before he shakes his head. “you both make this harder than it needs to be.”
“some of us experience human emotions, sasuke.” you huff. “then do something about it.” he murmurs before nudging you towards megumi. you both look at sasuke with wide eyes, while he looks frustratingly casual. “do what?” you ask warily. “kiss him.” he shrugs. “what? no!” you exclaim, blushing profusely. he smirks, tilting his head. “what—did you think we’d act like this conversation never happened?” he questions, tone almost mocking. “sasuke, stop.” megumi says sharply, also flustered.
sasuke locks eyes with you and a silent moment passes before you exhale, looking back at megumi. he looks a little alarmed, unsure of what you’re thinking. you step closer—testing your limits. he tenses up but he doesn’t stop you when you cup his face, breath fanning his lips. “are you sure?” you whisper, unsure if you’re talking to sasuke or megumi. neither of them reply, though. with a shaky breath, you finally let your lips ghost over megumi’s, and his composure snaps. his hands slide up your body to grip your waist, pressing his mouth against yours, kissing you hard. you gasp against his mouth, struggling to keep up with him. you haven’t kissed anyone aside from sasuke in god knows how long, and you can’t tell if this feels wrong or perfect.
you let out small whimpers against his mouth, one hand tugging at his hair. you’re acutely aware of sasuke’s gaze on the both of you—guilt and arousal churning in your stomach. you finally break away from megumi, both of you panting softly. you turn around, looking back at sasuke with a dazed expression on your face. he steps closer, cupping your cheek, thumb brushing against your bottom lip. his own lips are parted, breathing a little heavy. “sasuke…” you breathe. he kisses you, sliding his tongue into your mouth. before you can respond, he pulls away again, looking at megumi. a silent understanding passes between the three of you and you slowly take a step back.
you watch with baited breath as the two of them lean in, a slight hesitance present before their lips meet. and that’s when you know—things aren’t going to be the same after this.
a/n: i know this is kind of shit guys that's my bad......this has been sitting in my drafts since like march and i got so sick and tired of it
You start putting together pieces of your personal life when you speak about it with Katara and Toph. Turns out being the Avatar and being WITH the Avatar comes with some...unforseen seasonal side effects.
This will have slight spoilers for the Aang movie but not much. Mostly just the beginning temple attack.
cw: oral, p in v, sensory play, outdoor sex, discussions of sex, some groping but nothing out of taste cause it's Aang ffs. Also first time writing smut guys give me some grace lol.
“I think you’re just describing Aang,” was not the answer you had wanted to hear.
When you made your trip to the Fire Nation palace to give your ambassador reports to Zuko, you had decided to stop and ask Katara regarding Aang’s shifting traits with each season. You definitely weren’t going crazy-something was up with the Avatar and you were determined to get to the bottom of it.
You groan, rolling your head back to look at the ceiling. It’s suddenly very interesting. “Noo. Nonono.” you sigh. “Okay so just recently…”
You had heard the door to your shared home open while you were in the kitchen making your afternoon tea. It was a bit of a habit you started on your days off from council meetings. You turn around and can’t help but raise your eyebrows when you see it’s Aang-home earlier than expected. Not that you’re gonna complain-he’d been gone for nearly a week and a half.
“Aang!” you smile at him as he crosses the threshold to you, smiling in return. “Surprise Firelily!” Before you can get another greeting in, he picks you up by the waist, and kisses you. You can’t help the squeak of surprise but smile into the kiss when he chuckles in response. He walks you both backward until you sit on the countertop.
“Well,” you gasp when you break apart for air, only for Aang to bury his face in your neck, peppering kisses along the length. “This is certainly a surprise,” you say as you brace your hands on the counter behind you. “Not that I’m complaining but what’s with the early arrival? Your last messenger hawk said you were expected to deal with the territorial issue between the coastal cities for the rest of the week,”
“I can’t come home early to see my favorite girl?” he teased as he nipped your ear. You let out a high pitched laugh at the action and he grinned.
“Well I,” you attempt to say as he kisses you. “Missed,” he kissed you again and you could feel his smile against your lips. “You,” he nuzzled you. “Too.” you laugh when he nips your jaw. “But can I at least get the tea off the stove?”
Aang pretends to think. Then, surprising you with his boldness, he hoists you up and you have no choice but to wrap your legs around his waist and grip his shoulders for purchase. He walks backwards towards the stove. In one smooth movement, he put the teapot on a cool part of the stove, used his airbending to put out the flames and started to make his way to your bedroom.
His mouth never once leaves your skin; he kisses you, the corner of your mouth, nips the crook of your neck.You were sure to have some marks you’d be unable to hide later. Not that you’d really mind. And when he lays you on the soft sheets, his normally silvery eyes have transformed to those of storm clouds.
“Never would’ve pegged Twinkletoes to be a biter,” Toph snarks and you throw a pillow at her. She sticks her tongue out but you laugh when she does so at empty air.
Katara looks thoughtful. “He wasn't...aggressive was he? He didn’t hurt you or anything?” she asked, sounding genuinely concerned.
“No, no.” you shake your head emphatically. “Even in the Avatar State he never-” your eyes went wide as you realized what you let slip.
Toph’s blind green gaze feels like they’re staring into your very soul. “Ohhhh DO tell Firecracker. What EXACTLY is Twinkletoes like in bed when the Avatar State activates?”
“No, no no.” You fire back, laughing. “Absolutely not, and that’s NOT what I’m asking here! Can we please stay on topic?”
Toph snorts. “You brought it up, but sure. Hate to break it to you toots, but it sounds like this is just Firebender stuff.”
You roll your eyes. “I’m a Firebender Toph, and I’m not nearly like that during the summer. I feel more energetic and I get up early but that’s almost every day. Firebenders rise with the sun, everyone knows that.”
Katara hums. “If he isn’t being aggressive I’m not sure what the issue is.”
You hum in thought. “Okay okay he isn’t aggressive but…”
“Spirits, Aang I-Oh!” your hips nearly buck, but his hold on your thighs is like a vice grip as his tongue once again swipes through your folds. You’re panting now, close to a high only Aang could ever bring you to. “You’ve been at this for…all night now, I can’t…”
Aang hums, nuzzling your clit gently. “Yes you can. You always doubt yourself, but you always prove yourself wrong. Because you’re incredible and wonderful. You can give me one more.”
You really had no idea how you had ended up flat on your back with Aang between your thighs, drinking you in like a man dying of thirst. You had both been sparring; you always wanted to try and incorporate his Airbending katas and movements to your Firebending. Aang, being the master Airbender, had pinned you. Maybe it was the adrenaline, but he had this look in his eyes, almost like molten mercury and before you knew it he was kissing you. Gently, but firmly.
Things escalated.
And now he was kissing you elsewhere. And he wasn’t stopping, despite the fact that he’d already made you come twice now. You grip the top of his bald head for some type of purchase and his moan reverberates through you. You let your head fall back and throw your other forearm over your eyes.
“Don’t do that,” his voice distracts you and you can’t help but look down at him. You gasp when you realize his eyes are open. Staring directly into yours. And absolutely smoldering.
“Were…were you looking at me the entire time you’ve. Well.” You were a bit speechless at the idea, blinking like an owl cat.
Aang’s eyes reminded you now of thick dark clouds before a storm unleashed. Soft, yet intense. “Why wouldn’t I?” he rested the side of his face on your inner thigh, sighing. “You’re beautiful like this,”
Spirits his voice… “Like..,” you gulp. “Like what?”
He grins, kissing your clit. “Mm…You just look beautiful is all,” and with that he takes another slow flat tongued lick of your folds, before plunging his tongue in as deep as it could go.
“Aang!” you cry out, your back arching.
He slowly pulls-no, drags-his tongue out, flicking your clit gently. “If you really can’t handle it, you’d have tapped my arrow three times five minutes ago,” was all he said in response to your cries. He then gently blows cool air right on your clit. He chuckles when you scrabble at the training mat.
“Oh come on-Ah!” your back arches to the point you half wonder how your spine didn't snap as he continues his relentless assault on your cunt.
Katara blinks. “Was he really that direct? Or is insistent the better word?”
You nod, blushing. “I mean, I kinda just figured that might have been his Earthbender side coming out but,”
Toph cackles. “About time he finally learned what head on means-”
Katara waterbends a splash of water at her and she sputters. “Oh real funny Sugar Queen,”
“Is Zuko like that at all during the summer?” you question Katara. She looks thoughtful.
“Well, with Zuko during the summer he just gets a lot more…intense. We haven't exactly done it in a place anyone could walk in. Zuko's...” Katara murmurs.
"Possessive?" you tease. She flicks water at you just as she did to Toph and you cough shaking your head.
"Private." she corrects.
You lounge back on the couch and think. “If it were just Firebender stuff then wouldn’t I be just the same way? I’m not jumping him every chance I get though I would really love to.”
Katara shrugs. “Maybe summer affects every Firebender differently. Aang is also playful too, so it might just amp up that side of him?”
Toph snorted, rolling onto her stomach. “Playful? That sounded like Twinkletoes outright told you “here’s what’s happening and you’re gonna like it but I’m gonna be real sweet about it so you can’t argue with me.” Got any other juicy tidbits? You gotta have more examples than THAT.”
“Well, there was one time we were visiting the Southern Air Temple…” you mused.
“Have you ever thought about having sex outdoors?” Aang asks abruptly one night while you stargaze resting against Appa. It had been a long day organizing relics Aang had found and you were both taking a well deserved rest.
You choke on your tea. “I’m. Oof. I’m-huh?”
Aang shrugs. “It can’t be any different from when we have sex in bed right? Or sitting down? Which is my favorite position by the way, I love being able to just hold you but….” he looks up at the stars. “I think there’d be something really special about being that close under the skies.”
You turn slightly to look at him with an eyebrow raised. “Are you suggesting anything in particular while we’re here? “Hey Firelily let’s have sex in ancient ruins,”? I dunno if that would go over well with Air Nomad spirits and whatnot,”
Aang throws his head back and laughs. “No, no no not in the temple! Well. Maybe once it’s fully restored, but…” he glances at you sideways. “I…know a spot…”
Both Katara and Toph are staring at you with eyes wide as saucers. “No way,” Toph was the first to speak.
From your spot lounging half off the couch, you press the back of your hand on your forehead. “I swear to you I’m not lying,” you say keeping your eyes on the ceiling.
“He never struck me as the super adventurous type to be honest...” Katara continues to stare at you in disbelief.
"Tell me about it." you mutter. "During fall specifically he figures out some new position to try every single time we get together. But it's never anything too far out there either so I can't put a pin on what's going on."
“Sooo….did you end up doing it outside or what?” Toph’s blind eyes would be shining with demented glee if they could. You’re thankful they can’t. It’s bad enough Katara can see you’re as red as Zuko’s dragon.
“I’m not answering that,” you grouse.
Toph’s grin is downright maniacal. “So you did,”
“Shut. Up,” you put emphasis on the ‘P’.
She cackles. “You just told us he ate you out like a man on a mission and you can’t tell us the rest of THAT story? Come on, don't be so lame!”
You sigh. Well you had already dug yourself the hole. If you can’t climb out, you might as well dig to hell. Besides, Aang will never know about this. You’d make sure of it. “Okay, okay…”
Settled with your back against Aang, you can’t help but marvel at the waters around you. Even as they slowly roll with every thrust, they perfectly mirror the sky above you. It’s like you’re both swimming in stars. You sink further into Aang, lightly playing with the surface of the starry water.
“Beautiful isn’t it?” Aang’s soft gentle tenor whispers in your ear. He kisses the shell of it gently.
Unable to speak when another deep thrust renders you speechless, you nod. Aang hums, nudging the side of his head against yours. “Can I try something?” he whispers.
“What…what did you have in mind?” you manage to gasp out as he palms your breast with a just lightly heated hand. His calloused fingers add a distinct contrast to the warm waters around you.
“Close your eyes,” he tells you. You do so, your curiosity piqued. His hand leaves your breast and cups your chin. You can’t help but relax in his hold as you feel him tilt your head back so it rests gently against his collarbone. “Good,” he sounds pleased. “Can you still find my arrows?” he asks. You have to slide your hand up his arm that gently cups your chin. But once your hand reaches his you tap the back of his it three times. He lets out a soft gasp. “Funny. I used to think of my arrows as nothing but sacred; a sign of my mastery in Air and that’s that. And they still are sacred but…in a bit of a different way now. Because of you,” there’s something like awe in his voice as he kisses you gently.
You can’t help the small giggle that escapes you when you break apart. “Well I had to think of something the first time my mouth was full of you; can’t exactly ta-ALK!” the last word morphs into a squeal as you feel him reach down over your shoulder to your folds. The water where his fingers meet your clit, rubbing in slow circles feels suddenly chilly.
His next words leave you wishing you had never accidentally let slip that you had discovered you were attracted to the sound of his voice. “Tell me what you feel,” the words are like rolling thunder. The water below the surface remains cool against your skin, but the mirrored water around you grows steadily warmer. And the hand cupping your face moves to your neck. Not applying any pressure, rather simply resting there. Your hand follows and grips his wrist for some sort of purchase.
“I feel…warm.” you manage. Aang nods, humming and even that hum echoes with power. “I feel you.” “How so?” You can hear a smile in that layered voice.
“You’re….oh spirits it’s like you’re everywhere.” you whisper.
You suddenly wish you hadn’t agreed so readily to closing your eyes-you want to get lost in liquid starlight. Your eyes nearly fly open when he rolls his hips up, all the while thumbing your clit in time to his movements.
“I also feel like I’m about to lose my mind if you keep going at this pace!” you cry out.
You feel him nuzzle you as he replies, “Patience is a virtue,” in a sing-song voice. Not once picking up the speed. “We have all night,”
The room was so silent you were sure you’d be able to hear even Aang’s quiet footfalls from across the hallway. “Katara I will light your favorite dress on fire if you don’t stop staring at me like that,” you grumble.
She blinks and recovers herself. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” She's trying so hard not to laugh. You have to give her an A for effort. “It’s just…Aang? This is the same Aang who couldn’t even ask you out without a literal shove from Sokka during the spirit festival a few years ago?”
“Right?” You get up and start pacing. “I mean it’s not like I’m complaining, everyone needs to have some variety it’s just that…” you groan sitting down again. “I feel like I’m missing something super obvious and it’s driving me nuts. Cause it isn’t even just the sex that’s suddenly different…”
“You sound mad,” Aang observed from his spot where he was meditating in the pavilion.
You let out an annoyed huff. “I’m not mad.”
Aang peeks an eye open. “Yeah, and I’m not the Avatar,” he slowly starts to get up to his full height. “What’s wrong? Council members giving you a hard time? Don’t think I haven’t noticed you staying up later looking over paperwork regarding the temple reconstruction project,”
You start to back up towards the doorframe. “I don’t know what you mean. I’m fiiiine!”
He narrows his gray eyes at you. “I think you need a hug.”
Your eyes go wide. “Noo, nononono.” you insist. “Nah, I’m, I’m so good.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Well now you’re just lying to get out of the hug. Now I’m obligated to give you one.”
You bolt before he can make another move, taking the stairs two at a time. “Oh, making me work for it?” he calls down to you as you hear his footfalls follow yours. “Not everything has to be the hard way you know,”
You make it to the living room and stay poised ready to make a run for it as he comes up to the other side of the couch, grinning roguishly at you. “It’ll make you feel better!” he laughs as he attempts to get to you only for you to run around to the other side of the couch.
“I don’t wanna feel better!” you snap back, determined to stay in your irritable mood though you’d forgotten what had pissed you off in the first place.
“You know it’s only a matter of time before I catch you!” he makes another attempt but you’re quick enough to get around the couch again.
You stick your tongue out and manage to duck around him to the courtyard where Appa rests. But before you can run around the bison to create some distance, you feel a force tackle you from behind.
“Gotcha!” Aang cries as he twists his body so he collides with Appa’s side. The sky bison lets out a low rumble at having his nap disturbed by the clingy Air Nomad. No matter how much you squirm you can’t get out of his hold.
“Aang, let me go.” you complain. Aang burrows his face into your neck as he settles into Appa’s plush fur.
“You feel better?” he asks, sounding genuinely concerned. You huff.
“No,”
“Then it hasn’t kicked in yet.” and not only does he wrap around you somehow tighter than before, but Appa, the traitor that he is, curls up around you both, still asleep and not moving any time soon. “See? Even Appa knows you need a hug.”
“You’re both the worst,” you mutter, but there’s no real malice in your words.
Aang nuzzles your hair, grinning. “You love us anyways,”
“Well see, that doesn’t help us at all,” Toph rolls her eyes. “This just goes right back to the main issue-it all just sounds like Aang, he’s always touchy.”
Katara shakes her head. “No, there’s a pattern here for sure,” she glances at you. “Would you mind sharing other…intimate moments with him? That helps paint the picture a bit more.”
Toph snorts, “Paints something alright,”
You roll onto your side to reach into the jar containing lychee nuts and toss a nut at her head. “You just wanna hear about my sex life with Aang,”
Toph grins. “Yes, yes we do. Spill it Sparkles. What else is he like?”
You grab a pillow and groan into it. “You’re both awful friends…”
Something is wrong the moment you hear his footfalls get closer to you. They sound heavy, nothing at all like the light airy ones you’re used to. You turn to look at him and can’t help but gasp.
“Aang, honey, what-” you rush up to him, placing your hands on his chest. He lets out a ragged breath and practically collapses into your hold. Staggering backward from his weight, you quickly lower both of you to the ground. You don’t even make it to the bed. He gathers you into his arms so you’re sitting in his lap as he sits cross legged. You have to wrap your legs around his waist to get better situated.
His mouth is instantly on your neck, placing slow open mouthed kisses along the column of your throat. “Aang, talk to me.” you whisper. You feel like you can’t speak loudly for fear that you might spook your clearly rattled Nomad.
He nuzzles your neck before answering. “I know I have to leave tomorrow but…” he shakes his head, looking frustrated with himself. With a groan he buries his face in your chest and you place a hand atop his scalp. Your thumb traces the curved line of his arrow and he shudders.
“Talk to me Aang. I can’t help you unless you tell me what’s wrong,” you repeat, getting more than a little worried.
His eyes are like smoldering charcoal as they bore into your own amber ones. You understand at once what he needs. “You know…you don’t have to leave tomorrow.” you murmur, cupping his face, smiling gently at him. He leans into your hold, pressing a kiss to your palm.
“I have to,” he groans into your hand. “The reports keep coming in that there’s some rogue spirit up north. I’m the Avatar; I’m the only one who can check it out.”
“You haven’t even packed yet,” you reasoned, looking around the bedroom.
He lets out another ragged moan. “I know, I know,” he looks at you, really looks at you. “But every time I start I think about being away from you and I…I can’t,” his eyes start to shimmer. “I don’t know why but I just can’t bring myself to leave. What kind of Avatar does that make me?” he buries his face in your chest again. His thumb gently traces along the underside of your breast. Nothing insistent, but instead it’s like he just soothe something within himself. Besides, you aren’t about to complain. It’s not like it feels bad.
“How many times do I need to tell you that you aren’t just the Avatar, but Aang?” you whisper, tracing the pad of your thumb under his eyes. “I’m sure the world can spare you for at least one extra day. Whatever you need from me tonight, tell me. I’ll be more than happy to oblige."
Aang shakes his head. “I can’t just…order you around like that. Wouldn’t feel right,”
You roll your eyes, giving your monk a fond look. “You wouldn’t be ordering me around. Like I’d take orders from you anyways.” he lets out a watery chuckle. “Think of it more like…” you try and think but it’s hard when his calloused thumb occasionally brushes your nipple. But his continued tracing gives you an idea.
“Get on the bed,” you say firmly but gently. Aang looks at you startled. “Go on,”
“Can’t leave you,” he whines. “I don’t know why but I just. Can’t,” You hum sympathetically. Whatever was going on with Aang tonight you could handle it. He’d just have to work with you.
“You’re a strong guy Aang, I’ve seen you crack boulders the size of Appa with your staff. You can’t pick me up and carry me to our bed?” you tease. His eyes get flinty at the challenge and before you know it you’re desperately clinging to your very tall boyfriend as he walks backwards to the bed.
You let out a yelp as he unceremoniously flops back onto it, looking up at you expectantly. “Now what?” he asks simply. You can’t help but laugh as you lean down to kiss him. You shiver as his large hands splay across your back.
“Now,” you say against his lips when you pull back for air, “You. Stay. There.” you emphasize the words by taking his hands from your back and placing them on your hips. Almost upon instinct, his thumbs trace circles into your skin as you take your night shirt off, tossing it somewhere else in the room. “The world will have its share of the Avatar when you leave,” you say softly as you grind down on him and he lets out a choked gasp, bucking up into you instinctively. “Tonight I’m gonna remind you it’s okay for you to be Aang every once in a while. That it’s okay for you to be taken care of.” you cup his face and he blinks up at you, looking at you like you’d just plucked Yue herself from the sky. “You always tell me I’m wonderful and deserve to be loved. So do you.” you lean down and kiss him, feeling his tongue trace your bottom lip in response.
Katara and Toph groan. “You can’t just stop there!” Toph complains as you laugh. It’s good to get them back every once in a while.
“Oh come on, I think you can get the picture of what he was like without me getting into ALL the details. You really don’t need to know what that entire night was like anyways, trust me.” You grin cheekily at your friends. “You’d never look at him the same again.”
Katara’s shaking her head, smiling. “So, you’ve gone over summer, fall, winter…what’s he like during the spring?”
You look at her. The pieces are starting to come together now that you’ve been telling your friends your stories. “You don’t think this is….?” you ask.
“What? “This is what?”” Toph demands-she was never one to bother with Aang’s spirituality aspect of being the Avatar, and to be honest you had not really given it much thought before now. It was just a part of who he was so you didn’t have much reason to stop and think about his spirituality. That was until you’d gotten together with him. And then you got to learn about him. You got to understand sides of him only you’d see. But surely stuff like that was only for romance novels right?
“Well…it’s hard to deny the pattern you’ve laid out in front of us.” Katara reasons. “In the summer, he’s more energetic, he’s more confident, though you could also argue he’s just gained that as he ages.”
You nod. “In the fall he’s a lot more….uhhh. Experimental? Is that the word? You wouldn’t believe some of the positions he’s willing to try then.”
“Not to mention you just told us he’s so clingy in the winter he’d give a koala otter a run for its money.” Toph states bluntly.
“Which leaves spring. What’s he like then?” Katara pesters good naturedly.
You toss a lychee nut up and down in your hand. “Mmm…. it's hard to describe. But it's like we're just solid...”
You can’t help but smile as you take a look around the circular room filled with Air Nomad artefacts. It didn’t take a lot of convincing for Zuko to let you go on this expedition with Aang. As the Fire Nation Ambassador it was part of your responsibilities to see that the restoration of the Air Temples went smoothly after all. But Zuko didn’t bother hiding his grin when he noticed Aang’s fingers interlacing yours as you both left the Fire Nation palace for this trip.
“Not a bad haul,” Aang muttered half to himself, grinning. He starts to whistle as he starts to unpack his bag.
“Not bad at all,” you smile as you recognize the little tune, looking at the statues. “It’s crazy how different they all are.” you observe.
Aang nods. “They’re all different Air Nomad Avatars from the past.” He hands another statue to you and you look at it closely.
“Avatar Sonam?” you read aloud. “Who’s that? Have you spoken with them?” Aang shook his head.
“No idea. Must be really ancient if I can’t reach them.” he places a large vase down on the shelf and stiffens suddenly. You perk up, immediately on the alert when Aang of all people goes still. You suddenly get the feeling you’re being watched. Still standing close to you, Aang whistles quietly. You glance at him out of the corner of your eye when Momo flies off.
Oh. Well, if Momo needs to go then you aren’t just gonna stand around doing nothing until Aang gives the say so, You think to yourself as you quickly propel yourself up to one of the lower rafters with a triple staccato whistle, ignoring when Aang whisper-yells your name.
“Every time. Every. Time. She does this.” Aang hisses to himself as he watches you land on the upper rafter. He wastes no time following you using his own airbending to keep up.
“Okay, whoever you are, come on out!” you call out as you balance on the beams. “Sneaking up on an Airbender and Firebender in an AIR TEMPLE? How fucked up is that? Don’t you know the history of this place?” you keep your fire daggers at the ready and your center of gravity low, ready to strike at a moment’s notice.
Aang snorts. “What my partner meeeans is we just wanna talk. No need for this sneaking around stuff.” Aang matches your stride on a parallel wooden beam just above you.
You hop up to another beam, balancing precariously when you land on the thick wood suspended by rope to the ceiling of the temple. “Naah nah nah. What I mean is what I said. Gotta be super fucked up to try-and keyword really is TRY-an ambush at a place where a genocide happened.” you quickly glance at Aang to gauge his reaction-there were some days where it was just best not to mention his massive loss so casually.
“If you wanted to explore you could just ask,” turns out this is a good day for him then.
“Fuck asking the AVATAR for PERMISSION!” a male voice suddenly snarls from behind Aang. Just as he whips around to face the accuser, you launch yourself at the male before he can fire off an arrow point blank at Aang’s face. You collide bodily with him and plummet down towards the ground, hearing Aang shriek your name in horror.
You twist your body, trying to grab one of the beams. You’re plummeting too fast to grab hold of one properly. When Aang sees you flailing, with a blast of air he shoots up to the topmost mobile beam and kicks his feet out sharply with a grunt of effort. The entire structure begins to move and rotate with certain beams moving clockwise and others counterclockwise. The different movements give you the opening you’ve been looking for and you grab onto a rope holding a beam towards the bottom and then the hand of the man who had nearly killed your boyfriend.
“I know asking for permission sucks but wanna tell me what the hell that was about?” you gripe as he struggles against your grip.
“Fuck you!” he spits. “All you benders are alike. Thinking you are the ones who run everything. We’re gonna change that.” there’s a glint to his eyes you don’t like. You hear a soft whistle and look up just in time to see Aang lightly land on the beam you hold onto, crouching with a hand reaching out to you to pull you up. You’re glad to see that Aang is just as confused as you are when he says, “What are you talking about? I’m best friends with a nonbender-I hold a lot of respect-” you gasp as the man torques his body yanking you with him towards the ground. It’s closer, but it would still have a hard landing. Aang torpedoes after you, quickly using his airbending to create a cushion for you to soften your landing, before softening his own landing. It isn’t exactly graceful as you all crash land in a heap, but you’d take it over having broken ribs.
You quickly kick out with your foot, fire arching between you and your would be captor. He scrambles backwards and Aang hurries to his feet and to your side. He stands at his full height, shoulder to shoulder with you. Or, well. Shoulder to head given you only reach to his chest. His normally gentle eyes are sharp as steel.“I suggest you leave. Now.”
“Oh now you’ve got him piiiissed.” You stick your tongue out at your pursuer. He sneers at you, baring his teeth.
“Not till we get what we came for Avatar,” another voice, female this time sneers and fires off another arrow from shadows nearby. Aang quickly raises a section of the floor with his Earthbending to block the attack. You jump up on the pillar for a better vantage point and gasp when you see two more figures slink out of the dark. You turn around-three more appear next to the man who had first attacked. You look up. Three more figures loom on the beams you had just plummeted from.
You look down at Aang and give two short whistles.
He raises an eyebrow at you, grinning. With a grunt he leaps up from a standstill, launching himself at your attackers lurking above, kicking his feet out to make the giant mobile move again. While the attackers scramble for purchase as the beams swing, he perches like a gargoyle, eyes always tracking the assassins. The minute Aang went high, you jumped down from the pillar. When you land, you land on the balls of your feet, and trace the floor in a perfect arch, honey colored fire licking the floor and flowing outwards towards anyone close by.
“Whoa whoa whoa is that why Aang had broken ribs?!” Katara yelled. You nodded, wincing.
“He saved one of these The Denied people from an exploding arrow close to the top of the temple. The entire thing came down before I could get to him.” You explained. “Aang had to hold up the entire pillar with the Avatar State to keep it from crushing us.”
“Is that why Aang wanted all of us to be here?” Toph asked. “He’s not the paranoid type.”
“I think Aang is just being cautious and wants to have some sort of plan of action. They seemed particularly hostile towards me which he really didn’t like.” you answered. "Plus I had my reports to give so it made sense to send out the notes for a group meeting really."
Katara hummed. “Well, let’s look over what you told us. In the summer he’s more confident.”
“Fall he’s more experimental.” you add.
“Winter he’s clingy as fuck.” Toph states.
“Spring he seemed entirely zeroed in on my movements, but he wasn't overbearing, more like we were in total sync….ohhhh spirits.” you groan. Katara laughs.
“Summer, Fall, Winter, Spring. Fire, Air, Water, Earth. IT IS Avatar bullshit I’m dealing with! I fuckin’ KNEW it!” you yell. Toph rolls over onto her back laughing.
“Wh-what like he goes into different CYCLES during the SEASONS oh for the love of Omashu that’s too good!” she cackles holding her sides.”You are absolutely fucked when the Vernal Equinox happens.”
You give the Earthbender a pointed look. “Don’t say it like that!”
Toph grins, looking right at you as if she really could see you. “You need to tell us if he starts going on about having a bunch of kids the next time you have sex. And don’t forget, I’ll KNOW if you’re lyiiiing.”
“I’m not-why would you need to know that?!” you peek out from your hiding spot. You see Katara really trying her best to hold in her laughter. Traitor.
“We all have bets about which one of you asks for a kid first. From what you’ve just told us, it sounds like it’s gonna be Twinkletoes begging and PLEADING to start a wittle family." The last two words Toph says are in a baby-like voice just to grind your gears. “Oh I can hear him now. “Please Firelily? I can’t imagine anything better than to have a baby who looks just like YOOOU.” Oh if you think he’s clingy now during winter, good luck once you’re pregnant.” she roars with laughter. “We’ll know in a couple days who’s right!” she nearly falls off the couch laughing.
You blush. “Even with the Vernal Equinox coming up kids probably won’t happen for a while, don’t be stupid.”
“What won’t happen for a while?”
You bolt up from where you’d been laying on the couch to see Aang leaning casually on the doorframe. “Hi Aang! You all done with the meeting with Zuko?” you ask trotting up to him. Aang nods, hugging you close, and groaning quietly when he does. “Ribs still hurt?” you whisper.
He shakes his head. “I’ll be fine thanks to Katara. What were you talking about?”
You turn pink. “Nothing, nothi-”
“We were just discussing when the best time to have kids would be.” Katara smoothly interrupts drinking her tea.
Aang absolutely beams down at you. “Really?” his eyes are shining. “Could you excuse us for a bit guys? I wanna talk with my Firelily in private.”
You groan when you hear Toph bust out laughing. “I hate both of you.” you yell as Aang, grin and all gently pulls you down the hallway to your private room in the Fire Nation palace.
You were going to have to have a long talk with your Nomad. Turns out dating a monk so closely linked to four elements comes with some side effects. You nearly halt your footsteps as another thought comes to you.
What if it was just…instinctual and not spiritual? Maybe Toph was right.
Maybe you’d find out in a few days. Or maybe, there really wasn’t much difference when it came to Aang.
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14 pages. This was 14 pages in my google docs. I couldn't stop lol.
abstract: fire lord zuko has faced the most intimidating of fighters throughout his life and is a great leader! only problem is? he doesn’t know how to even hold hands, let alone fuck. luckily for him, his personal handmaiden knows just how to help his dilemma!
tags: firelord zuko x handmaiden! reader, 4.9k wc, smut + fluff, inexperienced zuko + reader, angst if you squint | art by boketto_X on twt <3
“The council has decided; we need an heir, sir.” The annoying chamberlain kept droning for the last hour or so, and Zuko was beginning to get irritated.
It’s been a few years since his coronation, and a few years of the council trying to set him up with any refined lady the Fire Nation had to offer.
“But I’m not married,” he replied.
It clearly hasn’t worked.
An advisor cleared their throat. “We know that and… actually there’s a new fine miss in our radar who happens to—“
Zuko could feel his patience running thin and abruptly stood up.
“Dismissed.” “B-But, sir!” Zuko turned to the chamberlain and advisors behind him, tone evidently laced with malice.
“I said this meeting is dismissed.”
The men scurried along like rats, leaving Zuko in his study… contemplating.
Aang and Katara are engaged to be married, Sokka is currently with Suki—even Toph has someone!
Zuko is a prideful man; he’s the Fire Lord for crying out loud… But even he can admit that he lacks in areas. Specifically…when it comes to being charismatic and a particular insecurity he has.
Zuko sucks at flirting and specifically being brazen.
He’s been on approximately 45 dates in the past year… and not one lady has been interested. Or rather they have been, until he opens his mouth.
But not even that; if there was one thing Zuko was absolutely embarrassed about, it was his lack of experience when it comes to sex. He was a virgin, a prude, and shuddered at the thought of having to have his first with some random woman he never met.
There was even one time the council suggested concubines due to his lack of courting success… but there was no way in hell he’d do that (since… as disgustingly sweet as it is… he wanted to be an intimate relationship with someone he considered close).
Maybe it was a blessing in disguise that he’s put off so many of those candidates, but a small part of him sulked at the fact that he’s going to have to have a wife sooner or later, and then have an heir. He sulked at the idea that it would be rushed and he wouldn't even love this person he was to marry.
“I can help you.”
Zuko’s lips pressed to a fine line, looking at your direction to see any reaction. Your face was completely neutral. There you were, sipping your tea while looking down, all with the most neutral expression in the world as if Zuko, the Fire Lord, didn't just tell you about his embarrassing celibacy.
He’s always told you his dilemmas, and this was no different. You’d always come up with a solution or compromise, but for some reason, he felt especially… on edge.
You’ve known Zuko since you two were children, as he attended the same school as you did for a few years before you and your father were officially promoted to head staff, and you, Zuko’s handmaiden.
Zuko remembers how you always followed him back in his childhood—answering to every beck and call; he remembers how sweet you were, how compassionate too, and how you’d encourage him when it came to Fire Bending.
You never showed a sign of protest when it came to anything, always a neutral look on your face.
And he couldn’t lie, you were absolutely stunning (despite said neutral look), but he couldn’t help but be put off even more. To be honest, you were more attractive than any of the candidates he's encountered (but who is he to say anything...).
“R-Really?” His skin turned flushed.
“Mhm,” you hummed, sipping your tea calmly like you didn’t almost cause for Zuko mentally break. You were currently sitting across from him, drinking tea with just him in the room while you listened to his problems like always. “I’m not some random woman, aren’t I? I can teach you.”
You were too damn casual.
He nodded hesitantly. “No, you’re not.”
He’ll admit, he has to get with the times. Not many people are saving their chastity and he has to stop being scared. Especially when it comes to wanting to romance others.
“And how so? How would you teach me?”
You shot him a smile. “Trust in me, my Lord. Everything shall be situated.
Zuko cleared his throat, glancing once more at your neutral face and nodded gently. “When do you suggest we start?”
You looked up and smiled. “Whenever you’d like, my Lord.”
lesson one: foreplay
Zuko thought it over, coming to a conclusion two days later and then asking you to come to his chambers later at night where the rest of the staff wouldn’t see you.
He sat there, robe hastily put on and sat there awkwardly at the corner of his bed, waiting. And then he began thinking.
Zuko’s known you for a while—you’ve been at his service for a long time. Hell, there was even a moment in time where he had a crush on you.
It was back when he would stride alongside his mother around the palace, constantly meeting your eyes every time he glanced over where your father would be working. Then you’d smile at him and his heart would be pounding; his mother knew, maybe even Azula knew—she’d certainly mess with you sometimes, but overall respected you (more than him at least).
Sure, you were a “servant”, but it’s obvious that you were a great Firebender. He remembers how he’d have trouble sleeping as a kid and walk off to the courtyard where you’d be there in a small corner, practicing Fire Bending and moving so graceful, it appeared almost like you were dancing.
Even when he got banished, he’d think of you. When he’d look at the stars, he’d think of how your eyes would shine every time you made eye contact.
And now you’re in this situation? He feels sheepish for almost exposing this vulnerability to you…
Zuko jumped at the sound of a knock at his door being knocked, walking fast towards it and swinging it open rather quickly.
“Get in, get in.” He turned around all too fast, his back facing you in sheer embarrassment that he’d even have to ask this of you.
And of course you could tell; you always could. “My Lord, please don’t be embarrassed about this. It is simply educating you on your sexuality; nothing wrong with that.”
“Right…” He walked to the bed slowly and sat down, his eyes following your figure slowly approaching him.
He can’t deny it; you looked beautiful. Your nightly robes were a pretty white, its sheer fabric covering your body nicely and your nipples poking out in the fabric.
But as much as Zuko’s eyes were on your breasts, he quickly averted his eyes to you the moment you cleared your throat. You were holding a book…
“And that?” You smiled at his question.
“This is erotic literature. Clear source material in order to work as an example on what to do.”
He blinked awkwardly, whereas your smile was still glued onto your face. You opened the book to a specific page, being bookmarked by a folded piece of parchment.
Perhaps Zuko was out of his mind—or maybe he already was (because why the hell else would he even be in this situation in the first place?), but he couldn’t stop staring at you reading. God, he knew he was a prude but to get aroused by watching you lick your index finger every time you flipped a page? He felt his pants get tight and his mouth dry.
“Do I have permission to proceed?” He looked away, his face burning with embarrassment. “I guess.”
“So… first, you hold their face and look into their eyes.”
Before he knew it, you leaned closer, holding his face and looking deep into his eyes. Your eyes softened and the moonlight peeking through the curtains hit your irises—the color almost instantly becoming more vibrant.
“After that, lean closer…”
Then you just began kissing him. Zuko’s eyes felt like they were going to pop out; your lips were warm, plush and soft. You tasted sweet, like the pastries you’d make him on occasion.
Then your tongue slowly went in his mouth the sloppier the kiss went. Your hands cupping his face pulled him closer to you the more you kissed him.
But as Zuko was starting to get used to the pace of your lips, you stopped, pulling back.
He felt his heart race, blinking profusely like he was embarrassed.
The Fire Lord? Getting like this over a measly kiss? He can already imagine Aang and Sokka making fun of him should he ever accidentally tell this about this encounter.
“That was good, my Lord,” you smiled. “Maybe you don’t even need my teachings.”
“O-Oh…” He panicked, mouth going dry. “Um… I believe I still do…”
And damn, you smiled so kindly. “Okay then please position yourself and sit against the headboard, my Lo—“
“Zuko.”
He winced—God, did he really just say that? Your eyes widened a fragment and you blinked. “Sir, are you sure I can refer to you by your name?”
“We are practicing intimacy,” he looked away while saying this and was glad the moonlight wasn’t hitting him or else you’d see how absolutely flustered he was.
“Referring to each other by our given names is one of the most intimate things. I’d like to try it with you too.”
Only then he looked at you when he heard a light laugh slipping from you. “Okay, Zuko.”
Fuck, you said his name so pretty too… You said it like it was something precious; softly enunciating the consonants and not spewing it harshly like how he’s known for almost all his life.
He felt his heart race faster, observing how you slowly got on the bed and planted your knees on the sides of his thighs, straddling him. You then sat on his lap, your crotch against his, and from your small smile forming on your face, he can tell you’ve taken note of his evident hard-on.
“Now let’s try what we did again, but in this position!”
You sounded far too enthusiastic about this…
He blinked, awkwardly. He didn't know what to do. Hell, if he were to compare being in a room full of generals and his finest soldiers, he would consider that much easier than being stuck between your body and the wall.
Your eyes followed his hands, which were placed beside your thighs and you could sense how shaky they were. He let out a small gasp the moment you grabbed his forearms and led them to wrap around your waist.
“You can touch me, sir.” He nodded slowly and grabbed at your waist hesitantly.
Your lips met his again, except with more fervor. Like you were trying to get a taste of a candy you haven't tasted in years, with your head slightly rotated. Your hands roamed around his upper torso, with your slim fingers caressing on the scar on his chest; it was as light as a feather on his skin.
Zuko could feel his heart beat so. Damn. Fast. So much so that he felt overwhelmed and light-headed and aroused, but also nervous if he was doing this right.
Your hips began grinding against his, hands tangled in his hair while you let his hands travel across your skin. His callous fingertips lightly brushed on your warm skin under your shirt, on your hips.
But when he was kissing you, he couldn’t help but still feel so nervous—to be at such proximity to you and to be able totally touch you like this.
Then you pulled back and got off of him. As soon as he was in bliss, you quickly ended it. He couldn’t atop the quite upset expression he had on his face, noted by you.
“Don’t worry, sir. I must stop now since we are only at the beginning. According to this book, kissing intensely while grinding against one’s gene—“
“Okay… I get it. You’re dismissed.”
He laid on his bed, attempting to catch his breath before you spoke again. This time, without a blank look on your face and tone. You smiled so sweetly…
“It’s cute, but we have to work on your hesitation, sir. Please keep that in mind for our next lesson.”
He nodded, finally relaxing his body the minute you shut the door. You stole his first “make-out”. Sure, he’s kissed girls (and by girls, he means just Mai), but not like this.
Not like you wanted to practically taste them while caressing their face and pulling hair.
“Fuck…” he groaned. “What am I going to do with you..?”
And… he grimaced. He was still hard.
lesson two: fellatio + cunnilingus
For the next lesson, you had him sprawled out on the canopy bed of his chamber. Zuko swore he could fucking hear his heartbeat…
He glanced over at you, once again reading your "source material" pornographic novel, and felt his heart beat into his chest. Your previous lesson didn't inherently lead to any sex, rather it was foreplay that left him all hot and bothered the moment you left.
All you did was grind against him and kiss, and you had him practically burning for more. And now, here he was, at your mercy. You were kneeled on the bed beside him while you really examined what to do. He could tell how your expression shifted from one of amusement to one of slightly shock, and then you closed the book.
“Now we are trying oral sex!” Once again, he couldn’t help but be nervous at your demeanor.
“Okay…”
“Actually, oral sex is also considered foreplay for some before penetrative sex! But, I didn’t want to rush you and also considered how flustered you got after last session, I decided it was enough!”
Zuko stared at you blankly. “Right…”
You spoke so academically? Blankly? You’re kind and listen to his dilemmas, but he feels unsure. When the both of you were making out, he was the one that was all hot and bothered while you simply left. Was he that terrible at this? Granted, it was his first time making out with someone while touching their body like that, but really?
He wonders how you get during sex… if you’re just as blank or if you—
“Okay! I will strip myself, then you now.”
You then began to peel off your upper half, where Zuko made eye contact with your pretty breasts. He’s never seen a woman’s breasts before like this, but yours looked beautiful. Really beautiful. Like a nice dumpling... Is that even a good comparison? What the hell is he thinking?
His eyes widened at how quick you leaned over, sliding his pants fast and exposing his dick, all hard and resting on his abdomen.
“Now please let me show you how to indulge in fellatio.”
You took his tip in your mouth, tongue swirling on his leaking tip and pressing on his shaft. It was too quick.
“Hahh—fuck…” Zuko closed his eyes, almost in disbelief that you were actually doing this.
You then took him whole in your mouth while stroking him at the base of his cock. You looked so cute, just cheeked hollowed out while you sucked him off.
You stopped for a moment, still stroking his cock while looking up at him with those damn pretty eyes of yours. “Now, if you want, you can also push my head a bit in case you would like a more pleasurable experience according to the book!”
And just like that, you latched your lips on his length, bopping your head up and down while your tongue dragged on his sensitive veins. He was itching for a release, and clearly you could tell too.
“You can also ejaculate in my mouth if you so choose!”
And just at that moment, he did, with spurts of cum unloading in your mouth. Then you swallowed… Shit…
Zuko took a moment to catch his breath, panting a bit before speaking again.
“Now let me do it to you.”
And for the first time, you looked hesitant. “Ca-Can you repeat your question again—?”
“Can’t I indulge in oral sex with you?”
Your eyes widened like they were going to pop out of your skull. “I-I mean yes…but it isn’t necessarily proper.”
Zuko pushed you on the bed by your shoulders, making you lie down, where he got off the bed and stood over you.
“If you are to educate me on my sexuality, not only would I like to learn how to receive but to give.”
He leaned towards you and grabbed the book beside you, flipping to the page you bookmarked talking about cunnilingus.
“Here we go…” He couldn’t lie that he felt nervous, but for some reason, just being in such an intimate situation where you were nervous as well, made him want to act more brazen. To take some type of authority.
“Do I have your permission to proceed?”
You blinked, your face feeling like it’s on fire, and nodded. “Only if you want, my Lo—Zuko.”
He kneeled on the floor, taking off your pants and underwear down and being face to face with your cunt.
Of course, Zuko’s taken anatomy during school and has gotten a diagram on how female and male anatomy look like: all technical.
But as he’s kneeled down, he can’t help but marvel at how pretty you look. Your sex was dripping with your arousal and as soon as you took note on how he was staring, you instinctively attempted to shut your thighs. Like a flower, almost. His eyes traced your body, all stiff and hesitant like you were anxious.
“Please don’t do that; let me make you feel good…”
Zuko grabbed your thighs, dragging you closer to him, and slowly kissed at your inner thighs, leading to your cunt.
Your breathing was shallow, shaky—and you were so evidently shy.
He lapped at your cunt, tasting your essence and going insane off it. He took one hand and placed it above your abdomen, two fingers spreading your labia apart and went at it.
Zuko was almost technical with his movements, kneading your plush thighs like bread dough and cupping his mouth around the top of your slit. His tongue began to piston inside you, going side to side and in figure-8 motions. He attempted to heat up his tongue even, to make the experience maybe a bit more pleasurable, all the while your thighs were crushing his head and you were…crying?
“O-Ohh my God…! Zuko—!” You were whining, your voice so high pitched that he had to do a double take. Your voice usually was derived of emotion, but you were in absolutely bliss. “Hahhh… that’s so so good—!”
He began rubbing your clit with the bridge of his nose, feeling how you twitched every time he was grinding his nose against it.
And then you pulled on his hair, shoving his face in your cunt further. Your back arched from the bed, rotating your hips against his face and tangling your fingers within his hair further.
It was too much; you were practically crying out, tears streaming down your face while Zuko ate you out in such a sloppy manner, eliciting the most lascivious sounds to anyone who may walk in. He was practically making out with your pussy, savoring your taste. You were in a trance, practically almost reaching your climax.
Which is why, when the two of you were under your own euphoric state together, did you barely notice a councilman and his entourage barge in his chambers.
“My Lor—Oh my goodness!”
“Fuck!”
Zuko looked up, already seeing you covering your face with the covers while the councilmen were looking anywhere but the direction of you two.
“W-We shall leave you be…” one spoke, turning abruptly.
“Wait!”
Zuko abruptly put on his robe, following the councilman and his entourage.
“What is the meaning of this?! You dare infringe on my privacy?”
The councilman turned around, his expression going from embarrassed to slightly relieved.
The great Fire Lord was on his knees eating a woman out scandalously while he was supposed to be on the look-out for a wife.
The Fire Nation needs an heir now, and Zuko has a lover!
And the thing was, you were from a fine family. Your grandfather was an esteemed military officer to his grandfather and father; your mother taught at the military academy, your brother was a current general in the army.
This was perfect… An absolutely perfect candidate for a wife.
“That woman… That woman is to be your betrothed.”
final exam: the night of his wedding
Zuko sat beside you on his bed, looking away. He bit his lip all anxious and afraid to meet your gaze.
It happened too quick. It was uncharacteristic of the council, however apparently someone snitched and you soon became his betrothed, and were to get married in two weeks after he was caught indulging in oral sex with you.
And now, you officially have gotten married, with you being the Fire Lady.
Yeah... You're now the Fire Lady.
He could seriously scream (in rage because he couldn’t court you? In happiness because he actually likes you? In pure disbelief?).
His head turned to your direction, where you were blankly staring at the window. The moon was out and it was shining directly at your face, sporting a rather melancholic expression.
“I-Is everything alright?”
You were biting your lower lip and your eyes looked glossy, almost like you were stopping yourself from crying.
“Y-Ye—“ “Be honest with me.”
Your eyes met his and then, did the tears slip down your face and your lip quivering.
“I’m so—hic—so sorry… I can’t begin to express how sorry I am to you, Zuko.”
He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, a pit settling in his stomach at the thought of being the reason for your tears. “What do you mean? Why are you apologizing?”
“I-I—Your wife! I s-stopped you from marrying your true love! A-And I’m so so sorry!” You were bawling at this point, lightly clutching Zuko’s robes and head crouched down in shame.
“Wait what?” He lifted your head up by your chin and saw how you were looking up at him with apologetic eyes.
Your breathing was shaky and you couldn’t look him in the eyes, making Zuko’s heart hurt.
He hesitated. He didn’t know how to make someone feel better if they were sad—let alone a woman and someone he feels strongly about. His everything hurts looking at you cry.
So he tried something he’s never done, but reminded him of his mother.
“Here,” he whispered, holding your shaky hands. His thumbs caressed small circles on your palms, and you slowly looked up at him with eyes that were still overflowing with tears.
“You didn’t do anything wrong. At all. Don’t ever think that…” He held eye contact that made you cry even more. “My wife.”
At that moment, it felt so natural. You slowly leaned in, caressing his scarred cheek and running your fingertips through his skin, and kissed him.
It felt all too natural, to be undressing you from your new formal nightly gown, and to lay you down on the bed beneath him.
“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to… We don’t have to consummate this marriage.”
“I do. I want to.” You said it all too quickly, looking away like you were flustered and destroying whatever nonchalant neutral façade you had been building.
The truth of the matter was that you love him and have been for years. And to think that you almost stopped him from “getting his true love”, you felt terrible during the two weeks the council forbid you see your husband until your wedding ceremony.
“I want to see you, Y/N.” It was the first time he’d ever say your name so gently while being face to face with you, and he felt a pit in his stomach just looking at your soft smile.
He kept eye contact while he stroked himself, hesitant on touching you.
“Okay…” you whispered quietly.
He began rubbing your slit with his cock, spreading your arousal on his length and paying attention to your clit.
“I… I learned something from the book during these two weeks I haven’t seen you.”
You blinked and suddenly gasped.
Zuko placed a hand above your abdomen and began plunging his index and middle finger into your pussy and thrusting them in and out, eliciting a string of lewd shlick! sounds that echoed around your chambers.
Your eyes tightened, holding his muscular forearm as he continued. Your gummy walls clenched on his thick, quick fingers curling inside of you and hitting that spot.
“Hahh… keep going. So so…good.”
A sound somewhere between a gasp and a squeak slipped from your lips at the sight of Zuko sticking his middle and index fingers into his mouth, sucking on them.
“My Lord—!”
He smiled, a sense of pride overtaking him at your sudden shock. “Can’t I know how my wife tastes like? You taste simply divine, my wife.”
“Oh my—!” You squeaked, using your forearm to hide your flustered expression and beginning to roll your hips against nothing. Your clit still ached in anticipation for that friction he gave.
Zuko’s nimble fingers traced your goosebump-ridden skin and he cupped your left breast while his lips went further down to your other one. “You’re so damn beautiful, my wife. All mine...”
The pit in your stomach grew and you looked away, embarrassed and aroused.
“Please…touch me further.”
It was silent between the both of you for a moment; the wing in which the both of you were at was silent, and you could hear your heavy heartbeat in your ears the longer you kept eye contact with your husband’s golden eyes, pleading with you.
“Let me pleasure you…Y/N. Please.”
You nodded your head slowly and bit your lip, your gaze trailing down onto your husband’s cock again, practically on the verge of cumming.
“Darling—please,” his golden eyes gazed at you, your flushed face and hesitant expression, and he smiled softly.
He felt nervous. What if he didn’t like sex? What if you didn’t like it? As much as he can call you darling, he was a nervous wreck internally.
“L-Let me know if it hurts. Please. I will stop.”
You nodded and dug your nails on his gentle skin, creating crimson crescents in their wake.
And just like that, your husband penetrated you while holding you so gently. Your lips pursed and your eyes followed where his were: at your cunt. The skin of the base of his cock wrinkled the moment he bottomed out in you and gleamed with your arousal when he moved his hips. Zuko hissed, his breathing becoming jagged and heavy.
“M-Move…Faster, Zuko!” He rocked his hips into you, holding your arms down against the sand. Your supple breasts bounced with every harsh thrust.
Oh, Zuko appeared as if he was going to lose it. You were just so beautiful and you were all his now.
Your eyebrows pinched together, lower lip bitten down, and tears welling up in your eyes.
“Oh my God!” Every move of his was fast, pistoning himself into you with ferocity that you slapped your hand on your mouth to stop squeaking. You felt bad for whatever maid or guard was outside hearing you cry out your husband’s name.
Zuko leaned towards you, latching his lips onto your jawline, where he left soft kisses in their wake. His cock dragged lazily against your velvety walls, clenching against him like a damn vice.
“Ahh—nghh…Z-Zuko—!” Your legs clung onto his hips lazily, body arching onto his while your arms covered your face. He’d slowly pull his hips away and slam into you so lasciviously.
Even if he did not replicate the same growing emotions you had for him, you still found yourself wanting more. Your hips bucked against his and you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him again.
“You feel so good, my Lord…” you whispered, against his lips as you tasted him.
Your legs clung onto his waist, feeling his hips buck and thrusts slowly become less consistent. “Let me make you feel good forever, my love…”
Oh…
He flipped you, to be on top of him. The moment he bottomed out inside you, you let out a cry, pressing down on his lower stomach and bounced yourself on his dick.
“Fuck! Oh my—!” God, you looked fucking stunning, with the moon hitting your upper torso and your breasts bouncing with every harsh thrust of his hips upwards.
“Let me make you mine, Y/N. I beg of you…” He groaned, hissing at how your cunt tightened around him oh so good.
You were crying—like actually crying—rocking your hips and fucking yourself on him back and forth. Zuko felt like he was on cloud nine; you were just too damn perfect.
“Nghh-more! Please!” A wave of euphoria washed over you; it was amazing…something you’ve never experienced before.
“Are you alright, Y/N?” He paused, noting your labored breathing and maw slack.
Your body felt damn feverish and you could feel how Zuko’s cock twitched inside you, spilling his hot, warm load inside your hole, making you full.
“F-Fuck…” Zuko wrapped his arms around your waist and slowly tugged you down on him, his head on the crook of your neck as he burried his seed inside you deeper. All warm and filling.
Your weight was on him and you could hear his heartbeat, both of you breathing heavily.
“We should… We should do that again. That was nice.” God, you really are perverted.
Or maybe he’s the perverted one for having one hell of a time right now.
“Tomorrow?” “Tomorrow.” He sighed, running his fingers through your hair and feeling your legs’ hold against him become tighter.
But one thing’s for certain: he wouldn’t give this up for the world.
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a/n: hey y'all.... I'm back... deflowered is back... if you guys have any ideas for zuko fics lmk...
৻ꪆ firelord!zuko drabbles — deux (18+, smut w no plot)
a/n ୭˚. ᵎᵎ i like zuko lol hi finger me timbers
“f—fuck..mmhh..i-im sorry!—”
the ever mighty and oh so powerful firelord whimpers out of his mouth, face planted into the silk sheets of his oh so grand bed in his oh so grand private chamber. his ass was propped up, three long fingers pumping in and out of his hole, arms cuffed in metal that was bended by his lovers metalbending prowess.
you were beyond irritated, not admitting it but showing it through how ruthlessly you plunged your fingers in knuckle deep, scissoring his gummy insides before pulling them out and then repeating it over, and over, and over.
zuko moans, tears pricking his eyes at the overstimulation as he tried rutting into the sheets despite his cock being untouched but spent with how may times he’s orgasmed from just your fingers deep inside him. he was a mess, crow discarded onto the floor, hair spilling everywhere, teary and drooling into the silk pillow cover at the delicious pressing on his bundle of nerves by your long fingers. you kept quiet, listening to his sounds as you felt yourself tighten up painfully, as you slapped his plush ass, making him moan out in pain and pleasure as you spank him again.
“count.”
zuko cries out, his lips babbling up to ten, his ass jolting with the last spank, moaning as his skin burned, his skin a bright reddish pink, and you placed a soft kiss onto his skin, and he whimpers, throat hoarse.
in all honesty, the only reason you were annoyed was because of the fact that he silenced you during a council meeting with the other commanders and military generals of the fire nation about a rebellion group in the west forming and demanding payment. you had reasoned to discuss and resolve it with proper negotiation but another general had argued with you saying brute force and a display of power would resolve it efficiently and in one go instead of taking representatives and talking. the argument between you and this fellow general that disagreed had been going on for a straight half an hour with everyone else including the firelord in attendance just observing and quite afraid of how and when this would ever end.
what threw you off, was when the general had said that you were inexperienced and you should refrain from input, the second you opened your mouth, zuko had raised his hand and dismissed everyone.
you were boiling, sparks were emitting from your hands and steam was waving off of you as you refrained from burning the entire room down altogether. everyone in attendance was quick to note this and all of them had left all at once, afraid of your wrath and fury that would cause them all to probably reduce to an entire pile of ash.
the firelord that you were fingering had finally whined, signaling to you that he was cumming for the nth time, and you take out of your fingers from his hole, causing his body to slump fully down into the mattress. he heaved, sighing softly as his lower half lays flat in the pool of cum from his cock that was left untouched. you hum for a second, watching him with your own untouched and rock hard cock, before you pull him into your embrace, and he winced ever so slightly, his spanked skin pressing against your leg.
you kiss him, holding his waist as he leans into you, his hair a mess, lower half sticky with release as he presses into you.
“you still mad with me?” he mumbles into your lips, and you trail kisses down his jaw to his neck, causing him to sigh softly as he gently presses the back of your head deeper.
“..no, but don’t silence me again,” you paused, “..but i’m glad you did,” you admit sheepishly, looking up at him.
zuko huffs out a soft laugh, and you nip his cheek in between your lips softly.
“i’ll make it up to you.. but you are welcome,” he say softly, before his arms wrap around your neck, and your breath catches in your throat as his hips provide friction against your cock, making you huff out a laugh, pulling him into a kiss.
public sex with zuko ends with a fire, thank god his wife is a water bender!
wc: 1k
was craving obsessed zuko but what's new | zuko masterlist | main masterlist
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Zuko was obsessed with his wife in a way that concerned everyone around him, even the same advisors who all but demanded he marry you since you were the only women he ever gave his attention to, ignoring his concubines that had been carefully hand picked for him.
So he did, literally one week later. The ceremony was small of course, just something sweet between the two of you and a few months later came the actual event. When you protested, stating it wasn’t necessary, the manchild you married crossed his arms and told you that you were a beautiful fool and of course he was going to take any chance he could to show you off.
He married the hottest woman in the known and unknown world and everyone needed to know that, just like everyone needed to hear him fuck you into a stupor night and day. The servants gossiped, your face would heat up in embarrassment and Zuko would grin with pride, telling you there was honor in your husband being so attracted to you that he could hardly go a few hours without being inside of you.
It’s not that you didn’t like it! You were on Zuko just as much as he was on you, leaving reminders on his neck and back of just how good he made you feel. Only you grew worried when he started neglecting his friends, claiming he was still in his honeymoon phase a year after your wedding and it was just too bad they’d have to wait until it was over.
When you’d finally convinced him to join his friends on a simple mission that would take less than two days, he made sure to let you know he’d be thinking of you the entire time. However when he returned a day late, he was absolutely furious as he kissed down your neck and stripped you of your robes. Ranting about how he’d nearly gotten into a scuffle with Sokka, who suggested time away from the fire nation was healthy but Zuko of course, took it as “time away from your wife is healthy” which couldn’t be further from the truth.
As far as Zuko saw it, he was healthiest when he was with you and Sokka was an idiot.
So to say he was annoyed when you surprised him with a trip to each nation with his friends, just an opportunity to bond with people you knew he loved, would be under-putting it. He instantly rejected the idea, claiming he was needed here by your side.
“No.”
You laughed at his tantrum and stood on your toes to kiss his lips before whispering in his ear. “What if I came with you?”
Needless to say, you were both currently in the outskirts of the earth kingdom, giggling like children as Zuko pulled you toward the woods, the only light coming from the moon. The trip had only just started two days ago but Zuko hadn’t had a moment alone with you since you left your kingdom, and he was growing desperate for a release.
Which is why as soon as he could, he was dragging you to a private area and bending you over behind a tree, his cock pounding into you so sweetly that you were seeing stars, your pants and panties dropped to your ankles.
“Not too loud, don’t wanna get caught right?” He laughed at your attempt to hold onto the tree and cover your mouth at the same time, even though he had to fight back several moans himself. This was so fucking filthy, Zuko would never fuck you outside in normal circumstances but desperate times called for desperate measures.
The way your pussy was dragging across his cock had your husband shaking with his impending orgasm. You were only going at it for five minutes but you had already come once and was nearly at your second climax and the world was spinning.
“Harder, fuck me harder!” You cried out, throwing your hips back against him and he was grunting like an animal as he gripped your hips tighter and started pounding into you at a speed that sent you over the edge.
“That’s it, love. You're doing so beautifully, such a good girl. Fuck, I love you.” You bit into your fist as your pussy contracted, squirting your juices all over Zuko and the ground. The feeling of his hands growing hot, his breath picking up and hips slamming sloppily into you, dragging it out just a few seconds longer.
“Fuck!” He cried out, loud enough that you heard his friends start to jump up asking what’s wrong.
Zuko was so gone he didn’t even realize, too busy shooting a fat load into his wife’s tight pussy, head thrown back and mouth open as he accidentally breathed fire. It was too much, cum spilling out and down your thighs. Zuko pulled you tight against him, hips twitching as he emptied the last of his load into you, grinding deep until there was nothing left.
“ZUKO THE TREE!” You yelp as you both fix yourselves, ignoring his friends running over and opening the water vial on your neck. You immediately manipulated it, expanding it and throwing it against the growing fire, cursing before pulling enough water vapor from the muggy air. You didn’t stop until you were sure it wouldn’t start up again.
When you were done you glared at your husband but he was already smiling sheepishly past you, rubbing the back of his neck before pulling you over and fixing your fallen tunic sleeve. When you turned, a few burnt leaves fell in your view until they passed and revealed a few very pissed off faces.
“Fucking seriously guys?!” Sokka screeched.
The next day, Zuko was content as ever, making sure to tell his friends just how much he appreciated them and thanking them for taking him in when they didn’t have to. He even softened up enough to admit he might love them and view them as a part of his family. No one mentioned of course, that the only reason he was saying this was because you were by his side, but the looks they gave each other said more than enough.
Zuko was totally whipped for his hot water bending wife.
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note: guys i haven't written for zuko in five days and i was lowkey tweaking tbh, had to cook up something real quick!
I really love how you write Sokka and Zuko as the readers brother relationship! It’s so funny to me.
May you right another one! Something along the lines of Sokka and the reader sneaking around until Zuko finds out.
I love your writing!
Caught in the Palace Halls
╰┈➤ pairing: Sokka x female! reader
a/n: had to take a little break but im backk!! tyy for the request!! <33
summary: After weeks of secretly dating Sokka behind Zuko’s back, one careless late-night makeout session in the palace corridors finally gets the two of you caught, forcing Sokka to survive the world’s most terrifying brother interrogation.
Sneaking around with Sokka had started as an accident. At least, that’s what you told yourselves.
One late-night conversation turned into lingering touches. Lingering touches turned into stolen kisses. And suddenly-
You were hiding behind hallways every other day while Sokka whispered dramatic declarations of love like he was starring in his own romance play.
The problem?
You were also Zuko’s younger sister. Which meant secrecy wasn’t optional. Because Zuko was already overprotective before you started dating one of his closest friends.
If he found out?
Sokka was convinced he’d be dead within the hour.
“He’s not gonna kill you,” you whispered one evening while Sokka pulled you into a secluded corner near the palace courtyard. Sokka looked at you flatly. “Your brother once threatened a guy for looking at you too long.”
“That guy was creepy.”
“He looked at you for maybe three seconds!”
“He knew what he was doing.”
Sokka stared in disbelief. “You’re taking his side?”
You laughed softly as his hands settled automatically on your waist.
“He literally narrows his eyes every time I breathe near you.”
“…Okay, maybe a little true.”
Sokka groaned dramatically, dropping his forehead against your shoulder. “This relationship is dangerous.”
“You’re still here.”
“Because you’re pretty.”
You smiled helplessly.
Sokka always said things like that so casually. Like he didn’t even realize how badly they affected you anymore. He tilted his head up just enough to kiss you softly.
Quick.
Warm.
Then again immediately because Sokka never stopped at one. “You know,” you murmured against his lips, “you’re really bad at sneaking around.”
“I’m amazing at sneaking around.”
“Sokka, yesterday you literally walked into my room through the main hallway.”
“It was nighttime.”
“That doesn’t make it stealthy.”
He gasped softly. “Wow. Criticism from my own girlfriend.”
You laughed quietly while he kissed you again, hands tightening slightly at your waist like he physically needed you closer every second.
Honestly?
The sneaking around had become half the fun for him. Not because he enjoyed hiding your relationship, he actually hated that part. But because every stolen moment felt exciting.
Late-night meetings on balconies.
Quick kisses in empty hallways.
Sokka pulling you into unused rooms just because he “missed you” after being apart for an hour. It was ridiculous. And unfortunately very effective.
Until-
One night you got careless. Very careless.
“You hear that?” you whispered suddenly against Sokka’s shoulder.
“Hm?”
“Footsteps.”
Sokka barely reacted, too busy kissing along your jaw lazily. “Probably nothing.”
“Sokka.”
“What?”
“Stop distracting me.”
“That’s literally impossible.”
You shoved him lightly despite laughing. You were tucked away in one of the quieter palace corridors, hidden between large pillars near the gardens. It was late enough that most people were asleep.
Which normally meant safe.
Normally.
Sokka leaned down again immediately. “Okay but counterpoint- ”
Then froze.
Heavy footsteps echoed closer. Your stomach dropped instantly.
“Sokka.”
His eyes widened.
“Oh no.”
Because you recognized those footsteps. So did he.
“Move move move- ”
Too late.
“...What exactly is happening here?”
The voice froze both of you solid.
Slowly, you turned.
Zuko stood at the end of the corridor. Arms crossed. Which was somehow infinitely worse than angry. Sokka immediately removed his hands from your waist like he’d been burned. “Hey, Zuko!” he said far too loudly.
Oh, he was panicking.
You knew that voice.
Zuko’s eyes narrowed instantly. “…Why are you both out here?”
Silence.
Sokka smiled nervously. “Night air?”
“Together?”
“As friends?”
You closed your eyes briefly.
This was a disaster.
Zuko stared at Sokka for a long moment. Then his gaze shifted to you. Then back to Sokka.
Then-
Very slowly-
His eyes dropped to the fact that Sokka’s hand was still halfway around your waist. Sokka noticed too. And made the fatal mistake of jerking his hand away awkwardly. Which only made everything look guiltier.
The silence became unbearable.
Then Zuko spoke again. “…How long?”
Your stomach flipped. “Sokka,” you whispered quietly.
“I’m thinking,” he whispered back.
“Don’t think too hard.”
“I’m trying not to die.”
Zuko’s eye twitched visibly. “You’re dating.”
Sokka straightened slightly like a man preparing for execution. “…Maybe?”
“Sokka.”
“Okay yes!”
You slapped a hand over your face immediately. Zuko looked genuinely stunned for half a second. “You- ” he pointed sharply at Sokka. “You were sneaking around behind my back?”
“That sounds really bad when you say it like that.”
“Because it is bad!”
“We didn’t mean to hide it forever,” you cut in quickly. Zuko looked at you immediately. “You knew?”
“Well obviously I knew, Zuko.”
“That’s not the point!”
Sokka took one cautious step back.
“You,” Zuko snapped, turning back toward him, “are my friend.”
“I still am!”
“And you’re dating my sister!”
“…Also true.”
Zuko looked moments away from combustion. You stepped between them immediately because Sokka apparently valued survival very little.
“Zuko.”
“He was sneaking into the palace?”
“Not sneaking.”
“Sokka.”
“…Entering quietly?”
Zuko looked ready to strangle him. Honestly?
Fair.
“I trusted you,” Zuko said sharply. Sokka’s expression shifted immediately. Because underneath all the panic and joking-
That one hurt.
“We didn’t hide it to hurt you,” he said more quietly. Zuko crossed his arms tighter. “Then why hide it at all?”
Silence.
Because the answer was obvious. You stepped closer carefully. “Because we knew you’d react like this.”
“I’m reacting normally!”
“You look one second away from firebending him through a wall.”
“I’m considering it!”
Sokka made a small alarmed noise behind you. You sighed softly. “Zuko,” you said gently this time. “I love him.”
That shut everything down instantly.
Sokka froze. Zuko froze harder.
And you realized what you’d just admitted out loud in front of both of them. Your face heated immediately. Sokka looked like his soul temporarily left his body.
“You- ”
“Don’t make it weird,” you muttered quickly. “I’m not making it weird,” Sokka whispered, looking completely stunned. “You just said you love me.”
Zuko looked horrified. “Can we focus?”
“No actually,” Sokka said faintly, still staring at you. “I’d like to stay on that part.”
You buried your face in your hands. This was awful. When you looked back up, Zuko was staring at both of you with the exhausted expression of a man realizing he’d already lost this battle.
“You’re serious about this,” he said quietly.
Sokka answered immediately. “Yes.”
No jokes.
No hesitation.
Zukos expression shifted slightly. Still unhappy and protective A long silence followed.
Then finally-
“If you hurt her,” Zuko said calmly, “I will bury you.”
Sokka nodded instantly. “Understood.”
“I’m serious.”
“Very understood.”
You rolled your eyes. “You’re both ridiculous.”
Zuko ignored that completely, still glaring at Sokka. Then after another second
“…No more sneaking around.”
You blinked. “Wait seriously?”
“You’re still not allowed to make out in palace hallways,” Zuko snapped immediately.
Sokka looked genuinely relieved just to still be alive.
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