synopsis | in which your little sister, toph, is trying so hard to make you and firelord!zuko get along despite your obvious differences (for the sake of the gaang, of course, because toph has never had ulterior motives). and toph will do anything to get her way, absolutely anything.
content | MDNI. fem!reader, angst? (it's so buzzy), little sister!toph, evil little shit!toph, simp!zuko on the HIGH, brief bone manipulation, incorrect use of bone manipulation, p*ssydrunk zuko, p talking, oral (f!receiving), brat!reader, (kind of) public sex, standing sex, m*sturbation (m!receiving), small miscommunication trope
(sorry if u guys didn't want smut, I have fluff in the drafts for my anti-smut babygirls)
word count | 2.7k
PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE
"Go on, baby, tell me how much you missed me."
It is unclear, exactly how you've ended up in this predicament that you're in, but it is not entirely true that you didn't want to be in said predicament. Only that, when your sister Toph had forced you into your best dinner dress and made you do your hair the way that always got you the most compliments, you never really expected the Firelord to be hiking up this dress with his bare hands, or for him to be fisting this hairdo with those same fingers.
But here he is, and here you are, and your only sort of "rebellion" is that you've been completely and utterly silent ever since he started kissing your neck and chest.
Ah, but Zuko's a beggar at heart—or at your feet, you might say. And it's very difficult to stay quiet with him.
"Zuko, someone's gonna hear you," you eventually say, though it might be too late for that, your head tilting back as his hand shifts your chin, searching for more of your neck to eventually leave marks on. His warm breath under your ear is making your head dizzy, but so is the hand that's gripping your thigh, the thumb that's gliding over the lacy waistband of your underwear. "Someone's gonna hear you and we're gonna get in so much trouble."
"You make it sound like we're teenagers sneaking out," he laughs, tongue gliding along your jaw slowly, before leaving kisses against your chin and just next to your lips so that he can tease. "We're adults, aren't we?" He kisses up your face, against your hair that he's moving out of the way, and then back down again, back to your collarbone and your shoulders which are finally done tensing. "You're a big girl, right?"
There's no way you're responding to that—not verbally, anyway—no matter how bad you really, disgustingly want to.
No need. Zuko has all of the answers he's looking for as he laughs against your goosebump-covered chest. He lowers himself, dangerously slow, it's sick, it's insufferable, until he's eventually on his knees right in front of you, hands gripping both of your thighs, breath right up against your clothes cunt, and he's looking up at you like it's Christmas.
"She's a big girl," he nods, kissing the lace gently. "She knows exactly what she wants."
You think you might pass out the way he's talking to you—not you, no, that wouldn't be the right way to describe it at all. The way he's talking to your core, that heavy heat between your legs, the clenching of your thighs that he's easing apart as his mouth nears.
"Please, tell me you missed me," he begs again, lashes fluttering up at you. He steals one quick glance back down before his eyes meet yours again. "She's gonna tell me, but I wanna hear it from you, I want you to say it so I know." He waits impatiently, thumb running across your clothed slit, breathing in the wet spot that's made itself known. "I just wanna show you how much I've missed you, that's all. I wanna be so good to you—"
"One of your advisors is gonna murder you, and then me, back to back—"
"You're not worried about getting caught, you're practically dripping into my hands right now." He's not trying to mock, he's simply stating a fact, but everything that comes from Zuko's lips sounds like a heartless tease, like a taunting needle through your chest. "You're troubled," he mumbles, lips grazing against your underwear, leaving light kisses. "Tell me why and I'll make it go away."
You let your hand fall into his hair, using all your still-working neurons and your last bit of modesty to lift his head, his skull, more specifically.
But he likes it. These were the nefarious things he was thinking of when you'd first flung him away with your bone bending. He let his neck be craned back to look up at you, a childish smirk playing on his lips before he dipped back down. And this time your hand just stayed in his hair to grip, to hold on, as he licked a fat stripe against you. And another. And another, until he's lapping up whatever juices are trickling through the fabric.
You whine at the feeling and he hums against you, nods understandingly.
"Tell me, my love."
You struggle it out as best you can. "Not...supposed to be doing this. Said...fuck- said we wouldn't—said you didn't think we...that we should do—you're such an asshole."
"I know, baby, I'll make it up to you," he coos, fingers hooking into your waistband. "Hold your dress up for me- yeah, just like that. So good, so good f'me, my love." He groans as he pulls your panties down, letting them pool at your ankles. He lets his nose slide through the slick of your folds, breath shuddering as your grip gets tighter on his long hair.
But he pauses.
"Thought you didn't want to," he whispers, rubbing your thighs gently. He removes his face with a pained sort of look, hands gripping your hips. "Pushed me off last summer, so I thought you regretted it. Thought you didn't like me—I understood you probably didn't like me. But I like you. I didn't regret it." He kisses up your leg in a reverent sort of way, smoothing down the shake in your calves. "I said we shouldn't because I thought that's what you wanted. I wanna give you...whatever you want—absolutely anything."
You let out a heavy breath at his words, thinking back to the entire year you'd been silently pining for him and beating yourself up for it.
"You want me?" he asks quietly, looking back up at you. "My love?"
You nod, like it's obvious, like you hadn't been resisting this whole time. But of course you wanted him, of course you'd only acted that way because you couldn't help yourself from wanting him. All those looks across the room tonight, the way your heart wanted so badly to jump out of your chest and just run over to him and hop up and down like a little school girl.
"I just don't want to us to ruin anything," you admit quietly, looking off to the great big boulder in the hall. "You're very...important. To a lot of people. You can't just be screwing anyone, especially not your friend's sister—"
He shakes his head rapidly, furiously as he resumes his kisses up and down your legs, quicker and still deeper than before. And then he's mumbling like a crazed person against your warm skin, almost intelligible. "Not just...anyone. Not just...friend's...sister. Mine. Mine. Fuck- mine, all mine. So much more important. Mine—"
He gives no warning when his mouth closes over your clit, his tongue slicking through the folds in an attempt to suck you dry. You squeeze your eyes shut at the shock that's sent through your body, both hands gripping his hair in sections as you shut your eyes and bite down on your bottom lip which might've bled if your teeth kept jutting into it. Zuko continues in his sort of reverie, whispering on and on and on.
"You're more important...would...would leave the nation...for one summer with you, just one." And it's beautiful, his poetic nature, mixed with the lapping of your juices, the moans into your body, the stronghold that he has on the meat of your thighs, tongue pushing itself further and further, in and out so he can get the perfect taste. "So sweet. So sweet and just for me. Never...fucking shit- never wanna make you think...I don't want this. Always...want this."
His tongue worms its way into your dripping hole leisurely, and he looks up to see the expression you make, his brows scrunching together in the center when he gets a good look at you. "Is that good, my love? Feel s'good, doesn't it?" He takes his thumb to circle your clit, groaning into you when you slap your hand over your mouth to keep from screaming. "Wanna show you how- I know, baby, I know- how special you are. Not just anyone, I swear. I swear, I swear, I swear—"
And he's lost himself now, his tongue zipping in and out in steady, calculated motions, not just for your pleasure, but for his. He thinks he might cum just from looking at your face like this, scrunched up and still trying to stay in its stubborn composure. He wanted to fuck that civility out of you, as soon as possible.
He holds you up against the wall when your legs start to lose feeling, but that's not what you're thinking about right now. You can see the way his back is flexing beneath his top, the way he's trying not to hump at your leg like an animal. The ground shifts beneath your feet without even thinking, crackling under you as your mind goes completely blank, and before you know it, you're finishing into his mouth, fingers reaching to dig into his shoulders.
He holds you up as he drinks every bit of what he's been giving, still moaning at the flavor, still mumbling about how good it is.
"You're so sweet f'me, gave me so much," he smiles, chin covered in your slick and cum, the liquid practically dripping from him. And he's licking his lips, whispering still. "Thank you- you gave me so much, thank you."
"You're the worst," you breathe out, head against the wall. "You're a seductress...it's cruel."
"Yes, my love, keep going, tell me everything."
You roll your eyes with a shaky sort of laugh, watching him rise up to tower over you again. "Said we shouldn't fuck anymore and now you're fucking me."
"I told you, I didn't mean it," he pleads funnily, hands cupping your cheeks to kiss you, and kiss you, and kiss you. "Didn't mean it- want you so badly. Want you all the time. But you never came back, or sent a letter, I thought—"
"You never sent one either!"
"Well, you're Toph's sister, I thought you were the 'I'll come to you when I'm ready' type."
You wave him off with your hand mindlessly and it quickly drops him to his knees again. Your eyes go wide, but you're laughing, you both are. "I didn't mean to do it that time." You squeeze your hands tight and it lifts him up awkwardly, first his arms, then his body follows, stumbling into a standing position in front of you. "We both could've...cleared things up. I suppose."
"I think so too," he nods, kissing your lips once again. "Our bad."
"Our bad." You let out another long breath, leaning against the wall fully to rest again. Your hands feel at his chest through his formal wear, dragging down the length of his torso. "I think...you could still make it up to me, though." You bat your lashes up at him briefly before looking back down. There's a tent in his pants, it's so painfully obvious that you're almost salivating. You tug at the waistband, looking up at him. "Only if you want, though. If you...think we should."
He nods carefully, easily, eyes deep and dark with lust as you reach your hand into his pants and underwear, slipping his length out into the open. You watch his gasping face carefully as you tug at his thick shaft, thumb gliding over the slit at the top as you move your grip up and down and up and down. He tilts his head back briefly, but not for long as you wave your free hand, keeping his head sloping forward, eyes on you at all times. He smiles at the resistance, meeting your gaze eagerly.
Drops of pre are already spreading across your warm fingers as he starts to jut his hips into your fist, hands on either side of your face as your jerk him off, listening to his heavy breathing just next to your ear as his head begins to fall into the crook of your neck.
"Is this what you wanted, my lord—"
"Yes, fuck yes, all that I wanted. All I need- ah- just you."
You laugh at his quickness, speeding your hands up and slowing them down, repeating the shift in speed every few moments until his hips are stuttering a little, trying to meet you half way with each pull.
Then, he abruptly shakes his head, drifting away from you slightly. "No...no, sorry, want more. Need more." He pulls away from you quickly, holding himself in his own hands and pumping once, twice, before nodding down at you with those big eyes and those kiss-swollen lips. "More, please. Wanna feel you."
And just look at that face, I mean you couldn't possibly say no.
Before you can even fully nod, he's eagerly lifting you into the air, one arm hooked under your legs and the other positioning himself right at your entrance. You freeze a little at this new height, looking down at the ground and trying not to see frantic. With your hands wrapped around his neck to hold yourself still, you can't really feel the ground, which is to say that you can't really feel anything that you usually feel, a less than satisfactory experience.
And maybe Zuko knows exactly what you're thinking, because soon enough he's leaning his forehead against yours, kissing your lips softly. "You're okay, just feel me. You feel me?" He takes your hand and places it against his chest, against his heartbeat. "Feel that? Right here, just feel that." He nods with you, breathing slow, before easing himself into you, your body making room for him, like it was always meant to be that way. His teeth bite into your shoulder gently as he groans, staying still for just a moment to feel your walls squeezing around him, shifting to fit snug. "So...fuck- so fucking perfect." He lifts his head up to meet your eyes, smiling drowsily. "You feel how perfect she took me? Made for me, all- holy shit- all mine. Just f'me."
Every thrust is methodical and deliberate in nature, his eyes never leaving yours so he can see exactly which push and pulls makes you do what---like slamming a machines buttons and waiting to see what happens next. It's as if he'd remembered exactly what made you tick almost a year ago, like his dick never quite forot exactly which pressure point to hit as he pistons in and out of your languidly, like it's second nature. And you haven't forgotten him either, the way you're practically sucking him in, keeping him there. You kiss him fervently as continuous moans fall from your lips, and he eats at them, nods with you when you whine and whimper, rubs your legs to soothe you as he keeps a steady, perfect pace.
"Zuko?" you breath, gripping at his shoulders a little harder, biting your lips a little stronger. "'M close, fuck- wait, wait, m' close."
And he just keeps nodding, with that same seamless momentum and tempo, kissing all over your face to relax you, his own hips faltering just slightly before he's back at it again, tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth to hear you better. It takes one more in and out before you're releasing that tension in your stomach, his lips closing over yours in the loudest moan you could've possible conjured. And he's spilling into you too within seconds, watching as his dick continues to disappear and reappear in and out of you with his last sloppily and chasing thrusts.
The empty hallway is now just heavy breathing and quiet laughing as you both stay still amongst each other, holding the other close, coming down from the high.
"Still wanna kill Toph?" he jokes, kissing at the curve of your jaw.
You sigh, seriously thinking about it. "I guess not. We'll need to explain our newfound fondness for each other, so I guess not."
"Good. Because we kinda coordinated," he whispered against your cheek, smiling into your skin.
You slapped at his chest, eyes wide. "You little—"
"You guess not? After all I've done for you!"
Dead. They were both so fucking dead.
guys. im sorry about how long its been---to be fair, I didn't think this would be very popular AND I am a lowly college student, please have mercy on my poor soul :/
that being said, I rly hope you guys enjoyed and thank you for all the kind words on part one! beg for more if you'd like me to continue this one, and if not, I love a good suggestion!
love, your pretty princess!
(also: can someone let me know how to do a taglist and where to tag people in my posts so I can make sure I get everyone, I feel like a grandma :(...)
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