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zuko x fem!reader

a/n: hi! i’ve never written smut before, so I apologize in advance. i tried my best to do my main man Zuko justice :) it gets a bit bumpy and also a bit steamy, so uhhhh enjoy!

word count: 3.9k (it’s a long one folks)

context: After the war had ended, you had returned to the fire nation and served as a loyal general to the newly crowned firelord. Naturally, the new position required that you spent a lot of time around Zuko, even more so than when you had both traveled the world with the gaang. The two of you became extremely close, best friends, confidants. The sexual and romantic tension was very obvious to everyone... except the two of you, you were both oblivious. However, your love for eachother reached a pivotal point, two days ago when you shared a romantic smooch under the stars. Each of you had avoided the other since then, scared that a romance would get in the way of civil responsibilities or obligations toward the fire nation citizens. Now, both of you were attending a fire nation royal ball, in celebration of something neither of you knew or cared about. The longer you spent apart, denying the tension, the more it grew.

(firebender!fem!reader pov)

 I didn't even know why I was here. The dancing lights, crowds of people, I could leave right now, firebend a hole in the wall and escape, and nobody would notice. On second thought, someone would notice. Zuko would. He hadn’t taken his eyes off of me the entire night, not once. I looked across the room, and there he was, in all of his glory, staring me down. I looked away quickly, hoping he hadn’t noticed. I suddenly became very aware of how tight my red dress was and how I was standing. I adjusted my stance, attempting to blend in with the group of people chatting beside me. He was no longer in my range of view, but I didn’t need to see him to know that those golden eyes of his were fixed on me.

 I tried desperately to distract myself by diving into conversation with some of the strangers around me. Their voices bored me, their topics bland. There was only one voice I wanted to hear, one person that I cared to discuss. That person was across the room. That person also happened to be the firelord, my boss and my best friend. I laughed at myself, who was I to have fallen head over heels for the most important person in the entire nation?

 Sure, the whole world now knew my name thanks to my adventures with the gaang, but I could never escape the fact that only months ago I had been a lowly fire nation deserter hiding in Ba Sing Se. I cringed at the memory. To this day, I still found it hard to believe that I had once been a fire nation soldier. I had run away because I was scared, because I knew what I was fighting for was wrong. After I deserted the rest of my troop, as well as my uniform, I had fled to Ba Sing Se, where I later met Zuko (although, I then knew him by the name Lee) in his uncles tea shop. We were fast friends from the very beginning, sharing late night talks by the water fountain and glances over the rims of tea cups. He had been the very first person I shared my true identity with, and he entrusted his true name to me as well. However, after the fight in the crystal caves below the city, I chose to leave with Aang, Katara, Toph and Sokka. I knew that my destiny was to help the avatar, to help defeat the Sozin,unfortunately that meant leaving the troubled Zuko behind.

 I fit in with the gaang perfectly, exchanging jokes with Sokka, wrestling with Toph, secretly treating Appa every chance I got. Often times, flying through the air on Appa, I found myself thinking of the mysterious Zuko I had met in Ba Sing Se, I missed him. I had briefly attempted to teach Aang firebending, however, it became painfully clear I was not a great teacher. Later, when Zuko showed up at the eastern air temple, I did not hesitate to run into his arms. From that point on, Zuko and I had been inseparable.

 As I finished reminiscing, I realized that the party-goers around me had been asking me questions, silently waiting for a reply. I ushered a quick apology and excused myself. I didn’t belong with them, it was clear to me now who I really belonged with. It had always been Zuko. From when I first saw him, I knew that my heart was already his. I can’t believe it had taken me this long to realize that he was the one. The one that would truly be there for me, the one that would hold me in is arms at the end of the day, the one that would love me for lifetimes.

 I stumbled through the crowds, shoving through the seemingly endless waves of people, ignoring the rude glances I was given. They didn’t matter, nothing did anymore, except for Zuko. I shoved through a particularly dense wall of people and found myself in a clearing. I desperately scanned the crowds for him, face to face, person to person. My eyes landed on a tall figure scrambling through the crowd. It was Zuko! We had apparently had the same idea, his golden eyes scanning the crowd, and I knew it was my face he was looking for. I watched him, transfixed on his every movement. After some struggle, he finally made his way into the clearing.

 He was positively stunning. He wore flattering red robes, traditional firelord attire, that hugged his figure in all of the right places. His hair was up, although he knew I always preferred it down. I scanned his body, my eyes connecting with his. He had been observing, memorizing every inch of me as well. I wanted to say so many things to him, to do so many things to him. I couldn’t stand another moment being apart, and I found myself running forward. I had no plan, I was just desperate for any part of him. He did the same, the two of us rushing toward eachother at an alarming speed. I knew people were staring, I didn’t care. The universe existed just for us. 

 We collided, our lips crashing into eachother. I wrapped my hands around his neck, his hands finding their way to my hips. Lights from the party danced on my eyelids, electricity flowed through my veins. Life should always be like this. What had taken us so long? Zuko’s tongue ran across my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I happily obliged. He began to explore every inch of my mouth and I pulled him closer. The taste of him was addictive, and I found myself never wanting this moment to end, but desperately needing air. I reluctantly pulled away from the kiss, the both of us gasping for breath. I glanced around us, the whole room was staring. I blushed profusely, what would they think of us? What would they think of the firelord dating a deserter-turned-general? I felt a hand grab ahold of my chin, my attention returning to the man standing in front of me. He turned my head so I was staring directly into his eyes. In those endless golden orbs, I could see sadness, guilt and other emotions from his complicated past. I also saw love. I knew it was for me. 

 His eyes left mine to slowly observe my body, staring at my lips for a particularly long time. I let out a giggle, this man had no shame. I also became very aware of the feeling growing between my legs... we needed to get out of here. I grabbed his wrist tightly. “Follow me”. I instructed as I began weaving through the crowd. The longer it took to leave the party, the more impatient I grew. If I didn’t get my hands on Zuko soon, I was going to explode. Zuko’s front stayed pressed to my back as I guided us through the groups of people. My brain became dysfunctional, blurred with arousal. There were so many things I wanted to do to him, I wondered briefly if Zuko was thinking the same thing. After what seemed like forever, the two of us broke through the last of the crowd, finding ourselves in an empty hallway. I had no idea where I was or where to go, so I decided to just pick a door. The first door I opened revealed an empty bedroom with a large bed. I silently gave myself a pat on the back.

I had barely made my way through the door before Zuko had me pressed against the nearest wall. He reached behind my back, smoothly locking the door. I was so turned on, I couldn’t think straight. I grabbed the front of Zuko’s robe, bringing his closer, our noses barely touching. I stared up at him, the firelord looking down at me, as if seeing eachother for the first time. With another tug to his robe, our lips met for the second time that night. This time, the kiss started slow, passionate. I relished every second, but I was becoming impatient. I deepened the kiss, Zuko matching my eager energy. Our teeth clattered, tongues danced. Continuing to press me against the wall, Zuko took off my dress while I kicked off my shoes. I then made a feeble attempt at taking off his robe, failing miserably. He broke our kiss, flung his robe to the floor and returned to my lips hungrily.

  Zuko began vigorously kissing my neck, no doubt leaving bruises. I needed more, rubbing my thighs together to get some relief. Zuko noticed my desperate actions, moving his hands towards my underwear. He roughly slid the palm of his hand along the thin fabric, flawlessly hitting my clit. I whimpered, temporarily collapsing into Zukos chest as my knees threatened to give out. I blushed, it was a little embarrassing knowing the effect this man had on me with a small movement of his hand. I looked up at Zuko, who was smirking at me like he had just won the Olympics. I wanted payback, I wanted to make him scream my name. I composed myself, using what strength I could to push myself off the wall, trading places with the firelord. I pinned his wrists above his head, moving my lips to the edge of his ear. “Hello, Zuko here”, I whispered, mocking the first words he had said to the gaang when he showed up at the air temple. I laughed at my own joke, leaving a bite to his earlobe as I returned to my place in front of him. Zuko began to protest against my teasing, put I firmly wrapped a hand around his throat, silencing him.

 Zuko looked at me, eyes wide and ablaze, trying to anticipate what my next move would be. My hand still around his neck, I took a moment to appreciate the sight in front of me. A thin layer of sweat covered his body, making his abs shine. His hands had found their way to my hips, his arm muscles on display. With each breath, the muscles in his torso moved, somehow making him impossibly more sexy. I was practically drooling. I tightened my grip around his neck, eliciting a whimper. I released his wrists from above his head, using my free hand to touch every piece of skin I had access to. I pressed a quick kiss to Zuko’s lips, biting his bottom lip. I removed my hand from his neck, now using both hands to feel my way down his torso, pressing kisses along the way, as I dropped to my knees. Zuko didn’t take his eyes off me once, and judging by the look in his eyes and the bulge in his underwear, he was enjoying this just as much as I was.

 I wasted no time in ripping off his underwear, releasing his huge dick. Honestly, did I really expect it to be anything big? I wondered briefly if I could even fit my mouth around him. Only one way to find out. I wrapped my lips around him, making my way to the base. Zuko let out an unholy moan steadying himself on my shoulders before entangling his fingers in my hair. His moans turned me on even more and I made it my mission to hear as many as I could. He pulled on my hair and I hummed around his dick in response. “Fuck”, Zuko groaned between gritted teeth. I pulled back, swirling my tongue around the tip and moving a hand to massage his balls. I pulled off completely, looking up at Zuko. He was a mess, eyes closed, cheeks bright red, breathing erotic. The most powerful man in the entire nation was putty in my hands. 

 He looked down at me desperately, no doubt wondering why I stopped. I looked at him through my eyelashes, nodding. I wanted him to face fuck me. Zuko understood, excitedly tightening his grip on my hair. I took him back in my mouth, Zuko beginning to guide my head, starting slow. I removed my hand from his balls, steadying myself with his thighs. His hips picked up speed, becoming more erratic. Tears threatened to roll down my cheeks, loud strings of moans coming from Zukos mouth. My mind blurred, reveling in the glory of being face fucked by the firelord. His thrusts became messy, my name and a multitude of different curses flowing from his lips like a mantra. I opened my throat, eager to swallow. Instead of cumming in my mouth, Zuko pulled my hair roughly, forcing me to my feet. 

 His eyes were dark, clouded with lust. My eyes widened, the confidence from earlier quickly disappearing. His hair had fallen out of his bun, now hanging around his face. I could see tear streaks down his cheeks, his chest heaving. I was breathless, nearing an orgasm at the mere sight of him. He wrapped his hand around my throat, like I had done to him earlier. His hands were by far my new favorite necklace, I made a mental note to tell him that later. He leaned in, lips touching mine, yet not kissing me. “Prepare for the fuck of your life, Y/N” he growled. Any thought I had of questioning his authority over me, fled my mind. I bit my lip, if he wasn’t inside me soon, I was going to throw a fit. Zuko seemed to sense my frustrations and removed his hand from my neck, it felt empty. His hands traveled down my back and to my thighs, preparing to lift me up. All too happily, I jumped into his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck. He walked the two of us over to the bed, never breaking eye contact once.

 He threw me onto the soft mattress, staring down at me hungrily. I became very aware of my body, but instead of shying away from the intimidating man in front of me, I let him look, I trusted him. The wild, erotic Zuko vanished for a few moments, a floppy grin lighting up his face. He grabbed my hips, pulling me to the edge of the bed. Zuko ripped my underwear, burning them to a crisp as he threw them to the floor. I bit my lip once again, he really was going to give me the fuck of my life. He pressed a few kisses to my inner thighs before disappearing between my legs. Before I could even process what I was in for, I felt two fingers inside me and a mouth sucking on my clit. I screamed. “HOLY SHIT, ZUKO!” I arched my back off the bed, pleasure taking over my senses. Zuko continued his movements, pumping his fingers in and out of me, swirling his tongue around my clit. My mind failed to function, Zuko’s name the only thing on my tongue. I tugged on his hair, desperate. He moaned around me in response, sending me into a frenzy. “Zuko! I’m gonna-” He hummed a second time and I cut myself off, moaning erotically.

 The knot in my stomach grew, my orgasm closing in. I tightened my grip on his hair, hanging on for dear life. Zuko curled his fingers, a whole new sensation taking me over the edge. I screamed his name as I came, my back arching impossibly further off the bed. My chest heaving, seeing stars, I realized that Zuko had not stopped, and showed no signs of slowing. His mouth continued to suck on my clit, his curled fingers pounding into me. Tears flowed down my cheeks, the pleasure overwhelming. “Zuko.... I can’t” I whimpered between moans. Zuko ceased his actions, looking up at me from between my legs. His lips were swollen, some of his hair matted to his face. “You want me to stop?” he asked innocently. I looked down at him desperately. He knew full well I didn’t actually want him too. He grinned at me, diving back in. He resumed his actions from before, only his curled fingers pounding into me harder, swirling his tongue around my clit faster. I screamed his name, my second orgasm fast approaching. Zuko’s free hand traveled up to my mouth, tapping on my lips, asking me to suck on two of his fingers. I happily obliged, my throat sore. I tried my best to concentrate on swirling my tongue between his digits, but the pleasure was too much, I couldn’t think. I wrapped my legs around Zuko’s head as my second orgasm hit me like a train. I bit down on his fingers, Zuko’s resulting moan sending vibrations to my core. My legs shook uncontrollably, trying to regain my breath.

 Zuko emerged from between my legs, removing his fingers from my mouth and wiping his lips with the back of his hand as he crawled up my torso. Even though my clit throbbed, I was still incredibly tuned on and I wanted more. I giggled breathlessly as Zuko loomed over me. This man really would be the death of me. I grabbed the back of his neck, quickly pulling him in for a passionate kiss. I could taste myself on his lips, the insatiable need for him growing. He broke from the kiss, cupping my face in his hands as he sat back on his heels. The heated moment morphed into a sweet delicate one as Zuko stared into my eyes. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked softly. My brain, in its current state of messy arousal, struggled to comprehend his words. I finally realized that he was asking for consent...of course he was. I couldn’t control the huge smile that spread across my face, how did I get so lucky?

 I propped myself onto my elbows so I could look into Zuko’s eyes properly. “Im sure”, I replied.”Now, I need you to fuck me, firelord Zuko.” He chuckled lightly, his eyes getting darker. His hands skillfully undid my bra, tossing it to the ground. I had forgotten about the piece of clothing, happy to be rid of it. Zuko attacked my lips once again, groaning slightly as my bare breasts touched his chest. I rolled my hips upwards, Zuko’s cock sliding through my slick folds. I threw my head back, Zuko sitting upright. He looked into my eyes one last time, looking for any signs of hesitation. Zuko growled, low and sexy. “Prepare for the fuck of your life, Y/N”. With that, he started pounding into me, each thrust deep and quick. Any coherent thoughts fled my mind, my back arching off the bed. I screamed his name, struggling to keep my eyes open. I moved my arms to Zuko’s shoulders, electricity shooting through my fingers. I dragged my hands down his back , no doubt leaving scratch marks. Zuko tossed his head back, moaning loudly, thrusting into me harder. At this point, if he became any more sexy, it would be a crime.

 Tears flowed down my cheeks again, my makeup from the party before no doubt a mess. In between my moans and screams, a part of me decided it was my turn to be in control again. I put my hands on his chest, pushing him off of me and to the side. He looked suprsied, while I rushed to crawl on top of him. Somehow, he was still inside of me, and I gave myself a second pat on the back. I smirked down at a wide eyed Zuko, happy with myself. I breifly thought of what it would be like to peg him, before reminding myself of the task at hand. I squeezed my walls around him, Zuko growling in return, his hands flying to my hips. I pulled out slowly, slamming back down. Zuko watched me intently, struggling to keep his eyes open. I realized my chest was fully exposed, no doubt giving him a show as I bounced up at down. I threw my head back in pure ecstasy, bringing my hand behind me to support myself on his knees. Zuko moaned my name, breathing hard. My thighs began to burn, and I questioned how long I could keep this up for. Zuko glanced at me quickly, feeling my pace falter. 

 He sat up, catching me in a heated kiss. I bit his lip, hard. “Hands and knees, now”, He ordered. I did as told, whimpering at Zukos authoritative, rough tone. I felt his hands dig into my hips, probably leaving bruises. I loved it. My breath quickened, waiting for Zuko to fuck me senseless again. I felt him enter me, however, his pace was agonizingly slow. Disappointed, I wiggled my hips, letting him know I wanted him to pick up the pace. Zuko ignored me, relishing in my suffering. He was teasing me. I huffed, about to voice my frustrations. Before I could get the words out, Zuko’s hand covered my mouth, silencing me. At the same time, he slammed into me, pounding into me faster than I could have ever hoped. My eyes rolled back, moaning into Zuko’s hand. My arms, which had been holding me up, gave out and my face was buried into the blankets. My new position deepened Zuko’s thrusts. I cried out, sobbing into his hand and the sheets. He removed his hand from my mouth, instead bringing it down to my clit, furiously rubbing circles. “FUCK, ZUKO!” I screamed. The pleasure was becoming too much, I knew I wouldn't last much longer. Zuko’s moans became louder, his thrusts sloppier. 

 He slammed into me impossibly faster, calling my name. I grabbed the sheets, hanging on for dear life. Pleasure took over every part of my body, all of my senses. I screamed his name one last time, seeing stars as I climaxed, moaning uncontrollably. Zuko came a few seconds afterwards, his cum filling me to the brim. He pulled out, crashing down next to me as I flipped onto my back. Our heavy breathing filled the room, my legs shaking uncontrollably. His hand moved down to rest on my thigh, bringing me back down to earth. We turned our heads to face eachother, breathless. I smiled. “Did we really just do that?” I asked, attempting to process the events that had taken place throughout the night. Zuko was silent beside me, watching me. 

 “I love you.” He told me. He said the phrase so simply, so honestly, I knew I wanted to marry him. I giggled, climbing on to his lap. “I love you too.” I replied breathlessly. I meant it with every part of my being. Love for him filled me up, making me forget about everything else besides the two of us. Whatever shit I had gone through, whatever shit the future was going to throw at me, I knew I would always find my way back to him. My Zuko. I leaned down to kiss him, knowing he understood. He pulled me closer, kissing me passionately. I suddenly pulled back, sitting up. I covered my mouth, realizing something. “What is it?” Zuko asked, concerned. My eyes widened. “I just fucked the firelord and made him my boyfriend”. I confessed to him in a playful tone. He laughed, glowing. Holy shit. This boy was going to be the death of me.

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The Last Night -Sokka x Reader-

I knew it had always been him. He was mine. My overprotective, annoying, talkative Sokka. Ever since he first arrived on Kyoshi island, I knew that I would follow him to the end of the earth and back. And so, I did. I followed him to the Northern Watertribe, to Ba Sing Se, and now I was about to follow him into the hell that was the Fire Nation. He was my home, my safe place. Even though Sokka was the only one in the gaang that couldn’t bend, I still felt completely safe around him, protected, warm. My earth bending meant nothing compared to the feeling of being wrapped in one of his hugs. Of course, I could never tell him any of this. I knew it was obvious to the rest of the group that Sokka and I were very close. Zuko and Toph often taunted us, Toph making kissing gestures with her face, Zuko sending us suggestive smirks and expressions. Sokka always laughed at their antics, while i just looked away. Moments like those, Sokka laughing at the notion of us being a couple, made me think that he didn’t feel the same way towards me. However, moments alone, with just the two of us, felt so different, felt so right. None of this even mattered anyway, there was a very high chance that after tomorrow, after we attack the fire nation on the day of Sozins comet, I wouldn’t even be alive to tell him how i really felt.

I let out a sigh, a mix of frustration and nerves. I was laid out in the grass, staring at the night sky. Everybody had gone to their tents after our camp fire with Uncle Iroh to get some much needed rest, but, I wasn’t even tired. I was by far the most anxious of the gaang, however, I usually managed to mask my nerves with a smile and a few jokes. Sokka had an amazing ability to calm me down, to sense when my anxiety was high, and as much as i wanted to wake him and lay in his arms until my problems melted away and the sun rose, i knew i needed to let him rest. I knew that Sokka struggled with the weight of protecting everyone, with the responsibility of being the “planner” of the group. I only wished I could relieve him of that weight, to let him know that I trusted his judgement with my entire being. I let out another sigh, when did things get so complicated? I looked to the stars for an answer. They seemed to be staring at me, judging me. I chuckled to myself, had I actually expected the stars to answer?

I heard rustling in the tents behind me and footsteps headed toward my place in the grass. I knew it was him, my Sokka. Butterflies lit up my stomach and a smile spread across my face. “Hey there, stalker”. i greeted him, followed by a light giggle. Sokka came into my view and plopped down in the grass next to me, laying down by my side. The moonlight made him look almost ethereal, impossibly more beautiful. His hair was down, his blue eyes staring at the moon. I knew he was thinking of Yue, and I felt guilty for feeling the way that I did, for looking at him the way that I always had. He noticed I had been staring at him, a comfortable silence resonating in the air. He broke it. “Do I have a bug or something on my face??” He questioned, scrunching his nose. I laughed. “No, silly” I replied. “I was just thinking about things...” I trailed off, not knowing how to explain to him all of the things going through my head. I looked back up to the stars, but I could feel Sokka’s eyes on me. “I know.” he said. His voice had become low, more serious. He knew I had been thinking about the fire nation, about the risks we were going to take tomorrow. He slid one arm under my neck, while I nestled my head into his chest. How I wish things could stay like this. I knew that what would happen tomorrow was our last chance, our last opportunity, but, I found myself willing to give anything and everything just to stay in this moment with him.

I wondered what he was thinking. I looked into his eyes for an answer, but all I found was the reflection of the moon. Omg, Yue! I scrambled to stand up, awkwardly stumbling to my feet. Sokka’s face was an image of confusion, his eyebrows furrowed. “I-uh, I should get to bed.” I told him, wincing at my words. I started to walk back towards the tents when I felt a hand grab ahold of my wrist. I stopped and looked back at the man now kneeling in the grass before me. “She would’ve liked you, you know”. He said, looking to the grass at my feet. His voice was soft, barely above a whisper. I didn’t need to ask to know he was referring to Yue. I processed his words carefully, fully aware of the fact that Sokka was trying to anticipate my reaction, my next move. In one swift motion, I dropped to my knees, grabbed ahold of Sokkas shirt and roughly pulled him in for a hug. 

He was quite stiff at first, but melted into the hug after I started to run my hands through his hair. We sat there for what seemed like hours, clinging to each other. I had no idea what would happen tomorrow, but I was so glad to be spending what might be my last night with Sokka. My thoughts briefly drifted to Aang. Where was he? I reminded myself that wherever he was, Aang would always find his way back to us. He was probably on some weird, avatar-y kind of adventure. In Aangs absence, I knew that Sokka would give his all to protect the gaang. It worried me...how far would Sokka go to protect his friends? How far is too far? Sokka must have sense my worry, he held me tighter and cracked a joke. “The loser-lord doesn’t stand a chance against us”. I could feel him break into that big, goofy smile of his. I laughed at his new nickname for Sozin and broke the hug so I could see his face. I cupped his face with both of my hands. “You’ve been waiting to use that nickname, haven’t you?” Sokka nodded happily inbetween his giggles. I couldn’t help but laugh with the unbelievable boy in front of me. We laughed and laughed and laughed some more. I couldn’t explain why, but laughter made tomorrow seem less scary. I collapsed into him, unable to keep myself up right, tears rolling down my face. His laugh continued to ring through the air, and I internally prayed we didn’t wake up the rest of the camp.

Everything seemed to click for a moment. We were going to win tomorrow. I would see Sokka again. Everything was going to play out exactly the way it was meant to. No matter what happens tomorrow, no matter how much time passes, no matter what I go through, my Sokka will always be there. With his jokes, his support, his love. I guided his face with my hands, so it was level with mine. My laughter started to subside, and so did Sokka’s, he could tell I had something serious to say. “I love you!”, I announced proudly. The carefree, magical moment we had been sharing seconds ago came to an end, the weight of my words settling in. I clasped my hand over my mouth, what did I just say??? I had been so caught up in the moment, I had just let the words slip out of my mouth. At least Sokka now knew the truth, my truth. I stood, turned and began to walk towards my tent, not bothering to see the look on Sokka’s face. I was already sure he thought of me as just a friend. I climbed into my tent, defeated. I stood there and let my actions resonate in me. The scene kept playing in my head over and over and over again. I couldn’t get it to stop. I closed my eyes. How would I ever fix things with him? I had ruined everything, I had lost my Sokka. Before I could crumple to the ground in despair, I saw a figure rush into my tent.

Instinctively, I raised my arms, ready to earthbend, ready to defend myself against this mysterious intruder. There was no source of light inside the tent, only the distant glow of the dying fire outside to illuminate the silhouette standing in front of me. I would recognize that shadow anywhere... it was Sokka. I wanted to say so many things to him, to apologize, to beg for forgiveness, but my mouth hung open, unable to find the words. Sokka closed the distance between us, bringing one finger to my mouth, silencing me. I was about to protest, but he said four words that took my breath away. “I love you too.” I let his words sink in. Was it true? Was he just telling me that to make me feel better? My heart exploded and my thoughts were in shambles. I attempted to open my mouth to reply, but apparently, Sokka wasn’t finished talking.

“I have loved you since the first moment I laid eyes on you! I love your hair, your eyes, your smile. I love the way your eyes twitch when you concentrate on bending, I love the way you laugh. I love the way you look at me, the way your eyes light up when you see me. I know I should’ve said something sooner, but I’m so scared I will lose you tomorrow, like I lost Yue.” My head spun, my heart was so full, it ached. It ached for Sokka, it ached at the memory of Yue. “Sokka...”, I started hesitantly, but he still was not finished. “I couldn’t leave tomorrow without letting you know how I feel. I had no idea you felt the same way, you know I’m an idiot when it comes to these things. I still can’t believe someone as beautiful you even noticed me in the first place.” He paused to take a breath. I needed to tell him, to get the words out. “Sokka-” I tried again, but his finger remained over my lips. “I can’t control myself when I’m around you! I think of you every second, of everyday. You make me a better person, you make me complete. I feel good when I’m with you, I feel warm. I know that I can be a bit annoying at times, I know I’m quite talkative, and sarcastic, and can overshare alot of the time, but-” I pushed his hand away from my face. “Sokka!” I yelled. He went quiet and I finally spoke.

“Shut up and kiss me already.” The last word had barely left my mouth before he was closing the distance between us and slamming his body against mine. Our lips crashed into eachother, molding together perfectly. I stumbled back a few steps, wrapping my arms around his neck. He pulled my hips torwards his own, bringing our bodies impossibly closer. Our lips attacked eachother, tongues dancing. I raked my hands through his hair, the taste of him addictive. I couldn’t get enough, I would never get enough. I was running out of breath, but I didn’t care. We were all that mattered. No fire nation, no war, just the two of us, in this tent. We were infinite and so was our love.

a/n- hiiiiiiii! I have literally never written a fanfic before, or even posted on tumblr... so if anyone actually sees this, hello! I hope you enjoyed! This probably isn’t my best piece of writing, but let me know if you want a part 2 with smut :)