Limerence [M] ︳Bonus pt. 3
Pairing: Zuko x OC
Genre: Romance, fluff with smut, and if you squint hard enough you’ll find some angst.
Rating: NSFW
Warnings: Hair pulling, mild choking, fingering, orgasm denial (a lot of it), squirting, public sex, D/s (no more undertones), dirty talk, rough sex, penetrative sex, angry sex, a whole bucket of begging, finger sucking, oral sex (m. & fem. receiving), deep-throating, cum swallowing, spanking, mild pain play (I’ll add more as I see fit)
Words: 27000+
Notes: Sorry for the delay! I hope you enjoy the smut, it’s a bit rougher in tone, not the usual fluff. Also I had to snort because the tea involving Sokka and Suki’s sex life, I- Thanks for all of the love and support! Please stay healthy and safe, take care~!
P.S. Remember there is a SFW version of these NSFW chapters, just check my masterlist.
Masterlist ︳36 ︳ 37
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Limerence: (English/n.) the state of being infatuated with another person.
The moment their eyes locked they knew - the flames within him twisted while the water within her turned. It was a connection, a connection that would lead to love, adventure, and drama.
Odaxelagnia
(English/n.) Sexual arousal from biting or being bitten.
~ Ying Yue Jiang ~
“What can I say? I'm the sharpest.”
“You're as sharp as a spoon.” Zuko retorted, and I couldn’t stop myself from giggling, Zuko not thinking twice about his witty comeback to poor Sokka.
The gasp of hurt, Toph snickering, approving of Zuko's insult. I knew what was happening, as if I had eyes at the back of my head. Their reactions were amiable; Sokka pointing a finger as Zuko would smirk with crossed arms, only for Toph to add the cherry on top-
“Hey Princess, I bet if you look up the word stupid in the dictionary, you'll find Sokka’s picture beside it."
I bit my lip, stifling in a laugh, not wanting to add fuel to the fire. For once, I wasn't the center of such pestering, and I wasn't going to call attention to myself if I could.
My fingers dragged along the book spines, their banter fading off into the background. You could tell what books were old, their sleeves consisting of withered leather, warped and broken along the corners. It showed that they were well-used, admired at some point in time.
The newer books are the contrary.
It was a curious feeling, going from the coarse texture of hide to an almost felt-like sensation. Advancement in technology, that much was evident in the recent book-binding techniques. While it was apparent that the newer books had been used, they seemed to handle the abuse much better.
‘Love Letters to the Moon.’
My head tilted, taking a step back to let the tips of my fingers trace the golden ink. Unlike most of the red and brown, even orange coloured books - this one was completely white.
A poetry book? There seemed to be quite a bit of them, beyond the ones I requested, and with a sense of wonder, I reached.
“The romantic.” A voice mused, and I jumped.
I listened to his deep-toned voice throughout the day for months, yet the low rumble, a huskiness that reminded me of firewood, always seemed to catch me off guard. I could hear his chuckle under his breath, his thumbs skimming over the book that caught my attention as I cowered for a split moment.
“Why must you always scare me like that?” I huffed, my hands resting over my chest, a feeble attempt to steady my racing heartbeat. I could feel the coolness of my skin as my life flashed before my eyes, looking over my shoulder with a cold glare.
Effortlessly, Zuko brushed off whatever frown I sent him. It probably looks more like a pout anyway. Viewing my looks of intimidation as nothing more than a source of entertainment.
Zuko titled the novel on the shelf, letting it fall into his palm with a soundless thud. As he brought it downwards, his golden eyes scanned the front. A calm expression passed over him for a second, as if Zuko was reminiscing before twisting his wrist and presenting it to me.
“This is a good one. Calming. And the illustrations match the tone.” Zuko spoke casually, and my eyes widened.
“You’ve read this?” I peeped. Incapable of hiding the hint of judgement because this was Zuko we were talking about. The last person I anticipated to see, holding a poetry book, nevertheless, a poetry book about love. Something like life or war would make sense...but love?
Zuko snickered, “Uncle Iroh.”
Now that made sense.
“Said I was too angsty. I needed to expand my perspective and get a taste of something new. ‘too much like green tea; I need to be more like chamomile.’”
It sounded like Iroh to me, especially with the mention of tea, and I giggled under my breath.
The thought of Iroh forcing a teenage Zuko to read poetry about love. And there was no way Sokka or Toph knew about this because if they did, they would’ve used this as blackmail or a source of endless ridicule.
I heard the stories of Zuko, who he is now and what he was like as a teenager was different while also the same. If only I could be there to see the look on his face when Iroh gave him that poetry book.
“So...Uncle Iroh made you read poetry about love to stop you from being so grumpy?” I said, and Zuko glared, unamused by my poke, “Angsty, not grumpy. There’s a difference.”
“Mhm,” I kittenishly nodded, forging agreeance. The corners of my lips pulling upwards as I shrugged my shoulders, all while fiddling with the fabric of my dress and letting it circle around me.
I could see the vein in his temple rise, knowing full well I was being difficult on purpose. As much of a tough act Zuko often presented, his outer shell was much softer than people thought. An illusion, but he seemed to be quite honest with me over time. Or I just got better at seeing past the facade.
“It seems like you have something to add,” Zuko fussed, a testing step towards. His figure was overbearing, looking down at me. While many would be intimidated, I brushed it off just like how he brushed off my angry pouts.
“I wouldn’t want to hurt the almighty Fire Lord’s feelings,” I spoke with a tongue-in-cheek attitude, and the fire in Zuko’s eyes deepened, “Try me, love.”
I’m going to dig my own grave.
Yet, some twisted part of me took pleasure in testing Zuko’s patience. Always attracted to see what results would yield from my pestering. For once, I could understand why Sokka enjoyed teasing Katara and me.
This game that I was playing was always dangerous with Zuko. But just how far could I push? Before Zuko’s rough but tender love act would break, unleashing a side of himself that I knew he was capable of.
He would only show light of his wilder side in random bouts, teasing the both of us, memories of yesterday just a drop in the ocean...so much to experience, a world of endless possibilities. Pushing back my hair from my front, I let my fingers toy with a rouge strand, twirling it around my fingers coyly.
“Even if there were a difference between angsty and grumpy,” I spoke daringly, batting my eyelashes as I gazed upwards to his stern yet handsome expression, “you’d still be both.”
Without warning, Zuko leaned in close.
My heart pounded, part of me anticipating a heated kiss as a means to shut me up. Pushing my figure against the antique books, Zuko’s hand tangled in my hair as I melted in his arms. My knees were already buckling at the thought.
Instead, his pearly white teeth grazed my nose, biting - hard.
“Ow~!”
“You’re a brat, love; you’re lucky I didn’t do worse,” Zuko smirked, pulling away just as fast as he attacked. He’s making fun of me, knowing what I was trying to do and using it against me. My hand rose to my nose, cupping it as I could feel it throb as I puckered.
This man really is a pain in my- “I bet you memorized all the poems in this book, you over-emotional grump,” I huffed, and Zuko stilled.
The playfulness in his eyes dissipated along with his smug attitude, and I could feel my heart stop. His expression, such a quick change- Did I say something wrong? Did I hurt his feelings?
My hands dropped; I must have pushed too much. A joke taken too far-
“Zuko-”
“There was one poem in the book that did stick with me all these years...I thought it was silly, stupid, in fact. But now….” His voice trailed as if he was debating on continuing.
I shut up right away, realizing I mistook his silence as anger rather than him reflecting like before. But as fast as the feelings of concern rose within me, he must have seen the look on my face. Desperate to hear more, because it must have been such a compelling poem to make him take such a deep pause - to remember.
And once more, he outstretched the book from his grasp, and I gently rested my hand over it.
“A sky full of stars, and he was staring at her. Page 25.” Zuko spoke softly, a mere whisper. His typically sharp eyes had a kindness in them, a look that only a handful of people would ever see, let alone had it directed towards them.
As my lips parted, eager to question, Zuko stepped back into the chaos of Sokka and Toph. It was as if he had never left. Weaving himself into the laughs and banter, everyone still unable to believe that Zuko finally woke up from his deep slumber just yesterday.
A sky full of stars, and he was staring at her…
I could not stop the rosiness in my cheeks as I fiddled with the pages, flipping the book frontwards and backwards, trying to hide the evidence that I was flustered. My eyes were falling over Zuko in my ruffled state, seeing the adorable dimpled smile that painted his face.
He’s my sun...despite what others would argue.
Zuko had such a charming character, a heated personality, motivating me, making me stronger. I, on the other hand, was the calming presence he needed in his life. I wonder...if he considers me the moon in his life?
“Love Letters to the Moon,” I hummed, noticing the golden etched image of a brilliant moon cupped by a pair of hands on the hardcover. Maybe I can write Zuko a book called ‘Love Letters to the Sun?’
I giggled at the thought. As silly and bashful it would be, something tells me Zuko would keep it close by his side.
He never did seem like a materialistic gift-receiving type, recalling how happy he was when I surprised him with snacks or tea or when I created a space for him to relax. He appreciated acts of service, kindness, and patience. He could buy anything he wanted, but he couldn’t buy love or newly-made memories of happiness.
And I could love him for an eternity and more.
“So you’re really not going swimming, Princess?” Sokka perked, his arms thrown over my shoulders as he rested his pointy chin on my shoulder. I jumped for the second time in less than five minutes, Sokka following suit and scaring me.
“What is with you guys and scaring me-” I puffed, wincing at how Sokka’s sharp chin continued to dig into my shoulder as he laid all his weight and more on me.
“I was literally calling out your name for a minute straight,” Sokka rolled, his heavyweight finally gone as he sidestepped around my figure.
He stood before me with his classic boyish grin, letting the light that poured highlight his deep blue eyes. His hair was in a messy bun, casual blue slacks with a white shirt, a heavy contrast to Zuko’s regal red robes. And that was Zuko underdressing.
Sokka flicked the text in my hands, the light thud causing my eyes to flicker to the book and back to him.
“I hate swimming, but I’m surprised you didn’t join; you’re practically a water spirit, Princess,” Toph added in the distance, lounging on the red couch.
Toph’s feet were prompted on the armrest, showing off the bottom of her soles as her head rested on the throw pillows. She looked like a Queen; all that was missing was people hand-feeding her grapes and wine-no, more like beer, she hates wine.
I walked towards the closest coffee table, letting the poetry book slip from my grasp and tumble with the rest of my ‘to read’ pile.
“I just wasn’t feeling it,” I spoke, gently patting my dress with a soft smile. Sokka raised a brow, crossing his arms in disbelief, “Are you sick or something? You always complained back home that you could never go swimming beside the hot springs.”
I let out a nervous laugh, embarrassed to tell the truth. My fingers were pinching the soft texture of my dress, nibbling on my lip. In all honesty, I didn’t want to go swimming with Aang, Katara, and Suki because I was in so much pain.
My thighs were aching, feeling as if I had just run a marathon. And the tenderness only spread throughout my body; even my throat was sore.
And the reason why I was in so much pain, blissful pain, was because of him.
Stand I behind Sokka; I could see that cocky smirk on Zuko’s face - my cheeks began to burn.
‘I thought I wasn’t going to be able to walk all week, Fire Lord Zuko?’ I sheepishly bothered this morning, poking Zuko’s cheek with a bratty grin.
Rather than Zuko suggesting we go another round as I had expected, he merely grinned, ‘Mmm, get out of bed then, love.’
It was then I knew I messed up.
Almost falling face-first onto the ground, Zuko’s arm wrapping around my naked figure and pulling me back into bed. And despite nearly crashing onto the floor like a sack of potatoes, Zuko had tears in his eyes, laughing freely at my dishevelled state.
How was I supposed to know that the soreness was going to kick in today, in full gear? Running off pure serotonin yesterday, the tenderness of my limbs I should’ve felt left my mind and hit me all at once today. As if Appa sat on my chest.
To make matters worse, Zuko had to tell Kima and Lia this morning. Asking them to make me tea to ease the discomfort. They were the reason I could even get out of bed, asking them to help me dress as I stumbled around our bedroom like a newborn learning how to walk.
This wasn’t even considering the love marks that Zuko had left all over my skin—not leaving a single part of my body untouched.
Me sheepishly asking Katara to work her magical healing skills this morning during breakfast. And despite me wanting to keep it on the down-low, it was a lost cause because somehow, from across the room, Suki and Toph heard me.
Jumping from their seats, the girls all getting together behind closed doors to gossip. The embarrassment of stripping bare, the girls giggling as they teased and prodded.
‘You owe me five silver, Katara; I told you he’d be rough.’
‘That kinky man- I get hickies, but he practically claimed you!’
‘I could feel them all morning and afternoon yesterday, you nasties.’
‘Can you blame him? Yue has the best ass in the group, hands down.’
‘I can appreciate a nice ass.’ Toph had mumbled, all of us looking at her with confusion, the same question popping into our minds.
‘I may be blind, but I still have hands,’ Toph said with a grin.
I don’t know whether to love them and hate them.
With a deep breath, I clumsily brushed my hair behind my ears, “I feel a bit dirty after Zuko, and I planted the flower in the garden for Kayto.”
I raised my hands, wiggling my fingers to emphasize my point.
Sure, we cleaned up afterwards, but I knew there were probably still random specs of soil on my skin and under my nails—a small mud spot at the very end of my red gown. Rinsing of the hands was nothing compared to a warm bath.
Then there was Zuko, standing behind Sokka like some sun spirit. Walking out of the planting session, seemingly unscathed, not a single strand of hair out of place.
Probably because he happily let me get on my knees and dig a tiny hole with the hand-held gardening spade. Letting me get my hands dirty. But I can’t hold it against him.
Gardening just wasn’t Zuko’s thing, but at least he tried. Letting me ramble for hours as he patiently listened while doing some work.
“I’m going to take a quick bath, and then girls’ night is us in the hot springs till morning.” I beamed, and Sokka nodded, taking the bait, “I thought you were sick or something, passing up a chance to swim.”
I laughed, waving away the idea as if it was outrageous. A tiny white lie won’t hurt, would it?
“I’m fine, Sokka, just feeling a bit dirty, I promise-”
“Liar~” Toph’s voice carried as she sang loudly.
My body stiffened, a chill running down my spine. It felt as if Toph’s voice boomed throughout the kingdom. Her voice was reaching the Earth Nation and going as far as to the Water Tribes.
I was holding my breath, turning on my heel. Toph, sitting upright, her feet pressed against the ground. Oh my gosh, no-
“Lying about what?” Sokka asked, confusion laced in his voice as Toph grinned devilishly.
If there was one thing that was scarier than one of Zuko’s low-purs in your ear, it was seeing Toph smile.
It was a look that would reach her eyes, her chubby cheeks growing in size, unable to contain her grin. In other situations, one would dare say it was cute, but when it was on Toph-
“She means nothing~!” I awkwardly chuckled, skipping my way to Toph with my arms thrown around her broad shoulders.
Our heads rested against each other, Toph even lacing an arm around my waist. And a part of me hoped that her way of signalling that she would let it go—what a foolish thought.
A shit-disturber, that’s exactly what she was.
“About not wanting to go swimming. I think there’s more to it than Princess is letting up,” Toph snickered, and I whined in her ear. She was really going to make me bargain with her.
“Come on," I whispered, nudging myself into her body as unsuspectingly as possible, "I promise I’ll give you a pedicure.”
I could see her peek in interest, head leaning towards the source of my voice, “And a pack of beer?”
“Regular and a bottle of spiced rum.”
The smirk on her face spoke wonders, no longer tilted towards me as she raised her hand in the air, “False alarm- just dicking around.”
“I love you~” I giggled, planting a kiss on her chubby cheek.
Toph huffed, causing her bangs to fly before landing over her eyes messily. Completely unamused by the public display of affection, but she didn’t move.
A tug and war with her, but I always won in the end. Too lazy to push me away, letting me lean on her buff figure.
To my relief, Sokka let it go, muttering under his breath about how weird we were. A hint of bewilderment flickering in his eyes. But the way Zuko bit his lip, shaking his head, was the confirmation I needed to know he knew exactly what had just happened.
‘Good save,’ he mouthed before crossing his arms, lounging against the bookshelf and causing some of the books to shuffle.
“Do you want one of us to bring the alcohol?” Sokka asked, following suit as his figure leaned beside Zuko, moving on from the conversation and bouncing towards another idea.
I hummed, my finger resting on my chin as I tried to recall an answer. But with a pout, I shook my head, eyeing Toph for her opinion.
She shrugged, “Ask Suki. That’s her domain.”
“What about you guys? What are your plans for guy night?” I questioned.
Sokka and Zuko stared at each other, both of them holding empty thoughts on the topic.
Gosh, they're nothing like the girls. We had already been planning and chatting about it all day, mostly everything plotted minus a few details, like the alcohol. But it wasn't something we couldn't figure out on the spot if we brought our minds to it.
“Training, chilling in the pool-” Zuko lazily named, saying whatever came to his mind.
As if Zuko’s voice triggered something in Sokka, listening to him list whatever activities popped in his head, Sokka flung himself off the bookshelf. He snapped his fingers, facing Zuko with a grin.
“Shit, you know what sounds great? Roasting some meat and vegetables around the pool. We haven’t done that in a while.”
I could see Zuko’s eyes brighten at the idea, “With a few cigars, beers?”
“And some games of Pig’s Tail.” Sokka added, and Zuko smirked, “I always kicked your ass in that game.”
“What are you talking about? I’m the undefeated champion-”
I glowed, appreciating the sight of Zuko and Sokka bantering amongst themselves. For once, Zuko seemed at ease, his mind not buzzing around with thoughts.
Although, it was a bit strange...ever since he came back yesterday, he appeared...preoccupied. Maybe because he had to tell me Kayto died?
But I shook my head.
There was more.
Something I couldn’t put the finger on, but I let the curiosity die away, begrudgingly. What’s more important now was the peace in Zuko’s eyes, a nice break and a time to bond with friends.
Sure, I loved spending time with Zuko. He was my joy, the man I was ready to marry, have kids, and spend the rest of my life with. Before lovers, he was my best friend, a person I could always rely on.
I sighed in bliss, letting my head snuggle into Toph.
But sometimes, time away from each other, to spend with friends was a good thing.
“Why are you so clingy?” Toph groaned, but once again, she didn’t push me. Letting me take in her soft natural scent, like wet earth, after a rainy day.
I never smelled perfume over her skin; the only ‘artificial’ fragrance that could be found was her freshly washed green sweats. I like it...she smells nice.
“If you think I’m bad, Zuko is worse.”
“Shut up-” Toph considered, and I giggled, nodding, “I can’t even go pee during the night because he holds me so tight.”
“And this is why girls’ night is awesome.”
“You’re terrible, Toph.”
“And that’s why I’m not the avatar.”
We laughed, Toph finally letting her head lean with mine as she bore a gummy smile.
Her arm was squeezing my waist, letting it rest on my hip as I continued to hug her shoulders. I was lost in conversation while Sokka and Zuko already started preparing the things they wanted to eat.
“Katara said she created a new recipe for a face mask.”
“If it’s that cucumber mask, I can say for certain; it doesn't taste as good as it sounds.”
I shook my head, “Toph, you’re just as bad as Sokka. You’re not supposed to eat it for the 100th time-”
Before I knew it, a new set of voices joined in with our ruckus, cutting our conversations short.
I raised my head, the comforting embrace I had over Toph slowly slipping as I stared at the front entrance of the library.
The light streaming inside the grand room caused a halo-like effect over their bodies. The blue arrow that decorated Aang’s head shone as if he was in the Avatar State.
Katara’s arm linked with his, wearing an adorable blue wrap dress, the straps of her bikini peeping through. Suki was wearing a matching set; hers was a stunning green that made her brown hair stand out beautifully. It must have been something they bought together during a shopping trip, and I couldn't wait for us to share a moment like that too.
“Yue, we waited for you!” Katara announced, letting her arm fall from Aang’s gentle grasp, taking quick steps towards me.
Her hair dry as can be, the perks of being a Waterbender. Katara's thick wavy locks bounced with every step. It was then I learned they were all barefooted, their actions sounding light in nature.
“I thought I told you, I’m waiting for tonight-” I spoke softly, genuine regret painting my face at the thought of them waiting for me. Had I not made myself clear? Was I too wishy-washy? Passive? "I'm sorry, I thought I was meeting you all at the hot springs tonight-"
“Change of plans.” Suki interrupted, waving away the awkward mishap.
It didn’t take much to shift our attention. It was a funny trait within our group, bouncing from topic to topic in a flash. But one thing was certain; we were all nosy to hear what Suki had to say. What could she possibly have in store?
She glided her way to Sokka with a cheery skip, her arms draping over his chest as he instantly kissed her forehead. It was a natural gesture of affection, a regular part of their routine. While I would’ve awed at the gesture, I was far too curious to know what Suki and Katara managed to whisk together during their swim.
Suki let her back lean into Sokka’s chest, his arms wrapped around her. Merrily snuggled before clearing her throat, “You haven’t visited the capital, have you, Yue?”
I frowned at the simple question.
There was no harm in it, Suki playing with Sokka’s fingers with a smile, yet I found myself uncomfortable...I haven’t ventured outside of these kingdom walls.
At first, it was something I was eager to do, always on my mind. The list I wrote with Sokka is still in my diary; barely anything crossed off. It wasn’t that I couldn’t go or that Zuko didn’t want to take me; there was no time.
Every plan, special outing and date were always put on hold, something always happening. Whether that be Yakone, Azula, or Mai, it was easier to spend time here, relaxing, whenever we had time because something always arose with our luck.
“Besides Ember Island...I haven’t…” I mumbled, nibbling on my lip because I saw the disappointment in Zuko’s eyes, upset with himself.
Even our getaway trip, a vacation for us to finally spend together, was in a way ruined. The stress-relieving trip somehow brought upon us more stress. But it's not your fault, Zuko—just bad timing.
“Great, today is your lucky day,” Suki clapped excitedly, and Sokka looked down at her with a look of confusion, “We’re going to a disco!"
My eyes widened- “A disco?”
“I know, you finally get to go to your first disco since the parties back home are nothing like the ones here,” Katara bubbled, adjusting her bikini strap as it slipped down her shoulder.
Both of them were animated, giving each other improving glances at the brilliant idea of an outing.
Aang stood behind Katara, a look of utter surprise that matched Sokka’s. This was something they planned when he was out of hearing range.
Katara’s hands fell over her hips, studying my expression, and I found myself sporting a timid smile.
My first disco.
A place where the music would play all night, instruments that could have one’s soul bouncing to the beats. It was a place that made you feel intoxicated without touching a drop of alcohol, the atmosphere alone magical and beyond exhilarating.
I read books about characters dancing the night away, a standard cliche of finding their soulmate in such a place, a trope I enthusiastically enjoyed reading. And to know I was going to experience one for myself had my hands trembling with joy.
“We can get ready in Yue’s room, hair and makeup,” Suki winked.
“I didn’t bring my fancy-people shoes,” Toph grumbled beside me, her arm finally dropping from my hip.
“We can find some, and I’ll cut the soles out for you.” Katara offered, and Toph nodded, her way of saying thank you.
I get to wear a pretty dress, some heels, my makeup and my hair all done up. The smile on my face grew in size by the second as I gushed inwardly.
It’s been a while since I got all dolled up, usually opting for a soft, natural day-to-day look. The last time I dressed up was when Kayto arrived for the small ball we had hosted, and I quickly shook the memory away.
“I’m so excited,” I breathed, Katara laughing, as she watched the sheepish look wash over me.
As much fun as we tried to have at the Southern Water Tribe, there were a few things that just couldn’t happen the same way in other Nations. Although I miss Penguin sledding, and we’re already running low on hot chocolate.
“We can finally dance the night away, Katara,” Suki cracked up, swaying her hips against Sokka, her fingers snapping. Strutting to a tune in her head, but the way she jammed had me wondering what song exactly.
In a matter of seconds, Suki turned the library into our dance hall.
I laughed, shaking my head at their silliness, before gazing back at Toph, curious to know her opinion of all of this. And to my utter surprise, she seemed pleasantly engaged at the prospect. It would make sense; she got to experience the music both by sound and touch.
“Toph can be my date.” I bothered, once again wrapping my arms around her shoulders, and Toph groaned, “Listen up, Princess, I much rather have Sugar Queen over here as my date than you.”
“Why does that sound like an insult?” Katara glared, hands resting over her hips, and Suki snickered, “We should pick out our dresses. Going dancing is our best idea yet-”
“I beg to differ.” Zuko’s voice rang, and just like that, our smiles lowered.
The stare Suki gave Sokka as she tilted her head back against his chest. A wary look flashing before his usual confident eyes. With a deep swallow, Sokka’s Adam’s apple bobbed, nodding in agreement with Zuko, “It doesn’t sound safe, babe.”
“What do you mean?” Katara said with a look that showed how displeased she was. Her foot striking the ground to emphasize her point.
I saw her eyes dart back and forth between Sokka and Zuko, but unlike Sokka, who knew how to ride the waves, Zuko glared back at her outburst heatedly. Not again-
The frown on Zuko’s face deepened as he let his body rise from his lounging position. Slowly letting his arms unfold as he clicked his tongue with resentment, not once letting his tense stare waver. Katara didn’t budge, meeting his gaze with a challenge.
With his chin held high, Zuko spoke, “We know Azula, Yakone, and Mai are hiding in the Fire Nation. We are on guard here, within the kingdom. Can you imagine how dangerous it’ll be outside these walls?”
The fun, easy-going, 'planning a pool night with the guys’ demeanour was gone from Zuko in a snap.
He was making the library seem like his office at how sharp he was to reason, to bring things to attention—talking as if he was speaking to his council or the guards.
All I wanted was for him and me to relax.
A day off.
“Zuko has a point…” Aang quietly muttered, scratching the back of his head as he carefully studied Katara’s expression.
The first time I heard him speak since they arrived, I could tell he was hesitant to pitch in. Never one to willingly rock the boat, always trying to stay as neutral as possible, “If something were to happen, we’d be nowhere near to help you guys.”
Katara’s brows pinched together, “Are you trying to say we can’t defend ourselves? That we need a man to come to rescue us?”
“In case you forgot,” Suki huffed, storming away from Sokka with a pointed finger, “We’re all masters in our craft; two Waterbenders, an Earthbender, and the leader of the Kyoshi Warriors.”
“That’s not what we’re trying to say-” Zuko scowled.
“Then what are you trying to say?” Katara stomped, her cheeks turning red.
I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath until Toph gently rested her hand on my lower back, whispering a faint breathe.
My eyes turned to her, seeing her head tilted towards the heated discussion. Not daring to miss a single word, the tension in the room escalating. But she still managed to keep an eye out for me.
“That even though we know, you can all handle yourself, if something were to happen, we’d have no clue, and you’d have no back-up,” Sokka added to Zuko’s point. A bit of annoyance in his tone at the stubbornness everyone was showing.
“We’d be fine-” Katara fought back, and Zuko hissed, “This is Yakone we’re talking about.”
Just like, the room fell silent.
For the first time since everyone arrived, the library was quiet, how a library should be—the sounds of our hearts beating as we finally took in the severity of the situation.
It was like we were all scared to talk, to break the muted tension that surrounded the room, replacing the air itself.
Rarely have we been as mute as we were now when all of us were together. Able to count each moment on one hand because it was that much of an oddity. Our conversations were always loud and rambunctious. That was the charm.
It was Zuko, with an exhale, that had the nerves to break the tension.
“We already know Yakone has no boundaries...He murdered Kayto, and besides Aang, none of us stand a chance...” Zuko finished, his voice trailing off as his eyes made contact with mine.
He’s right, and I hate it.
All I wanted was a night in town—a chance to go beyond these castle walls and explore.
I came here because I loved Zuko, and uprooting my life to start anew was worth it. But that didn’t change the fact that I also came here to experience a life I had always wanted but never could.
From fighting to survive to working every day at the Southern Water Tribe to pay back my imaginary debt to Gran-Gran, Hakoda, Sokka, Katara and Aang for giving me a home. A haven for all these years as I mourned and tried to find myself, only to introduce me to the man of my dreams.
I was bursting at the seams with enthusiasm for tonight, only for the guys to pop my imaginary bubble.
“I’m so sorry, Yue.” Suki frowned, taking a careful step forward as she surveyed my expression.
I didn’t even realize I had been picking at my nails, my expression blue as I blankly stared at everyone. Lost in my thoughts, and I forced a smile upon my face.
A smile that didn’t reach my eyes.
“They’re right; there’s nothing to apologize for,” I spoke, tilting my head to the side as I swept strands of hair behind my ears.
I could feel my cheeks turning red, not enjoying all the looks that were falling over me. They all looked at me with pity because it was probably obvious how eager I was to go dancing—like a child promised candy, only to have it taken away.
I want to leave; I want to go.
“I’m going to wash up; I want to be clean before the hot springs,” I said meekly, waving a silent goodbye to everyone. My stomach was in knots, skin feeling hot.
I don’t want to be here anymore.
I was upset, so frustratingly upset, that I could feel the tears build up.
My hands were bunched into fists as I held my dress, letting Toph’s comforting hand slip down my back. Don’t cry over something so stupid, Yue. There are far better things to be upset over, to cry.
But I didn’t realize how badly I wanted to experience something new until it was whisked away from me.
I kept my head low, walking around the coffee table that housed all of my books, spotting the white poetry on top. My pace flattered, unable to stop the temptation to stare at the golden design, the title repeating in my mind.
Love Letters to the Moon…
I reached downward, and I found my fingers brushed against another, their touch warm.
My attention shifted, knowing whose long, slender fingers they belonged to, coming face to face with a look of remorse.
“You can read it when you take a bath,” Zuko whispered, and I nodded, “Thank you for always thinking about me.”
The gentle caresses, slow in pace, as if my hair was made out of glass. He made sure he applied a delicate application of heat, combing his fingers through my hair, brushing every knot he could find.
A balance of making sure my hair was dry while also letting the natural curls at the ends come to life.
It was rare for Zuko to brush my hair like this. More often than not, it was me cheerfully grooming his long locks. So thick and silky, it slipped through my fingers like water.
My downwards cast moved upwards, and our golden eyes met through the vanity mirror where I sat, and he stood behind.
Without a doubt, this was, single-handedly, the most awkward bath we had ever shared.
Usually, bathtime was filled with laughter and teasing—a way to unwind and just bask in each other’s presence. I couldn’t deny that I was usually the one to pepper kisses over Zuko’s face, turning bath time into something steamy.
But today- gosh, today.
It hurts just remembering.
Zuko silently scrubbed my back, lathering the sweet-smelling soap over my body and hair. It was usually a time for us to tease, appreciating what the other person was self-conscious about. Zuko always traced my stretch marks while I admired his scars.
And don't forget his usual spontaneous bouts of playfulness. His infamous trick of putting soap on my nose as I giggled childishly. Only for me to blow the bubbles and causing them to float around the bath.
But today- we didn’t meet each other's eyes, nor was a single peck shared.
It was silent—two strangers sharing a bath for some unknown reason. I could tell Zuko wanted to speak, but a careless part of me didn't want to. I'm terrible.
In his defence, Zuko suggested that I wash up first and that he had no problem waiting. But I waved off his proposal because I knew Zuko thought I was upset at him. And I was determined to prove that I wasn’t.
As it would turn out, I was upset.
I bit my lip, letting my gaze fall back down to my lap as I puffed. Why was I so mad? It wasn’t his fault, nor Sokka’s or Aang’s. It was a brilliant idea that got shot down, not to hurt me purposely, but for the overall safety of everyone.
They aren't the ones to blame; it was everyone else...Yet why were my hands currently balled up? This wicked feeling in my chest-
“Love,” Zuko spoke, his voice strained as it cut my train of thought.
My head rose, shocked to hear his weak call. But I was more surprised when I found my chair swivelling, knees bumping into Zuko’s - no longer watching our reflection in the mirror.
The gasp I let out, the room around me spinning as I stuttered nothing but meaningless sounds. In one swift movement, Zuko was on his knees, his hands over my lap.
The look in his eyes, muddy as he bore an expression of defeat. I couldn’t help but call his name, but he shook his head.
“I love how honest you are, Yue,” Zuko began, voice wearied, “I can tell from your eyes when you’re happy or sad. True to your emotions, and I love it.”
I bit my lip, staring down at Zuko, seeing him cuddled against my legs.
His large hands were squeezing my thighs, letting the loose fabric of my robe wrap around. What was he trying to say? The heaviness in his eyes, whatever was in his mind, was eating him alive.
With a shaky breath, he continued, “But right now, Yue, I’m struggling. There’s no hiding the fact that I’m no boyfriend, let alone husband, material, as everyone had wonderfully agreed on about me.”
“I think you’re perfect…” I interfered with a soft smile, shaking my head at his self-inflicted insult. And Zuko chuckled at my quick response, his gaze dropping to his hands.
“Yeah, well, I don’t feel like it because I feel like I should know how you’re feeling, and I don’t because I suck at doing this.”
I let my touch fall over his, my palm resting along the top of his hands, realizing how small I was in comparison. A difference that I've grown to adore.
“Love...please, talk to me. Are you upset with me?”
“Zuko,” I spoke, unintentionally clapping my hands against his once more with force, “I’m not mad at you, or Sokka or Aang.”
“Then what.”
“I’m upset at everything happening!” I blurted, “I’m mad that I can’t go dancing with my friends, with you, because some mean people might do terrible things to us. It’s selfish, thinking about my wants-”
Zuko frowned, his hand escaping my death grip to cup my chin, “We talked about this. Be selfish.”
“Then I want to have fun. After all of this, I want me and you and everyone else to have fun together. No paperwork, no training, no waking up early.”
I knew if I turned around and faced the vanity mirror, I would be red in the face.
I was yelling out everything in my mind and more to Zuko. It was like the more I bottled things up, the greater I exploded; my only release was just to cry. And I didn’t realize how laboured my breath had gotten from my low uproar.
Not once did Zuko brush me off, stripping his line of sight away from me or rolling his eyes. Zuko listened. Despite what everyone thinks of him, Zuko has grown to become a fantastic listener over these past few months.
“I promise, when we solve this, we’re taking the month off. A trip to Ember Island and a chance to visit the city. Me and you, relaxing on the beach...but Yue, I didn’t say what I said to upset you.”
Zuko’s fingers grazed my cheek, trailing down my jaw only to rest his thumb over my pout. He stared at me with an expression of remorse.
This whole situation was so silly. No one was in the wrong, just horrible luck on both ends—no mal-intention in either one of us.
I’m ready to move on, and I found the corner of my life tugging upwards, taking advantage of the situation.
My lips parted slightly, letting the soft padding of his thumb slip between my lips. Zuko’s eyes widened, instinctively pulling his hand as I cheekily bit the tip of his thumb.
“You brat-” Zuko fussed, but I saw the spark in his eyes, a mischievous smile that matched mine.
I let this thumb escape, a faint mark from where my teeth nibbled. Nothing more than a superficial mark that would go away after a few seconds. But I did that- unable to push out the odd sense of satisfaction, adoring my marks on his skin.
“If you wish to suck on my fingers that bad, you could’ve just asked.” Zuko pestered, and my cheeks redden, “W-what are you-”
“Don’t be shy, love,” Zuko rumbled, “I can have you sucking on something else too if you so desire.”
I immediately regretted my decision.
He was teasingly raising his fingers, letting them rub against my bottom lip, dragging the natural wetness down my pout. I felt with a hitched breath; his hands were so glorious.
My lips parting unconsciously, long and soft to the touch- there was just no winning with Zuko, was there?
Every turn, every twist, Zuko always knew how to counter. The more time passes, the need to have him stumble, to have him so flustered he loses control of his gentle demeanour, grows—a crack.
I want to see him crack.
The warm touch along my lips abruptly left, and the hypnotic trance I found myself in broke. The unashamed smirk on Zuko’s face as he licked his lips, “Sorry, love, but they’re going to be here any second.”
“They?” I repeated, trying to regain my bearings. Caught red-handed, gawking his fingers and Zuko snickered.
With a hand on his knee, he pushed himself off the floor, my eyes moving upwards to ogle at his frame. Wearing the matching bathrobe I wore, the silk material creased and wrinkled in the flow of his flexed muscles as he moved.
While I was guilty of staring, he wasn’t innocent either. Zuko's eyes lingered for a moment too long at my lips.
Before I could comment, boisterous voices began to rumble behind our bedroom doors.
“OHHH, PRINCESS-”
“They,” Zuko sighed at their loudness, repeating the question I had asked a while ago as an answer. Unamused by their rowdiness, but regardless he held out his hands, helping me stand.
“You love them, Zuko. Don’t deny it."
“I don’t deny it, just like how I won’t deny that you drive me mad.’
“Zuko, you-” I exclaimed, raising my hand to punch his chest.
That stupid grin as he playfully cowered away. As if my punches held any strength to hurt him. “I’m going to charge you with assault against the Fire Lord-”
The bedroom doors flung open.
Like a stampede, footsteps were pattering on the wooden floors and towards us with a rush.
I froze mid-punch, taken aback as all I could do was squeal. Suki and Katara threw their arms around my torso, snatching me away from Zuko with a tight embrace.
“Are you ready?” Suki jumped, and finally, could I process what was happening. The girls, they’re here! We finally have a girls’ night.
“I think so-”
“I sent the alcohol to the hot springs already,” Zuko interrupted, watching him stroll to the front of the room.
His pace was slow, and as he crossed Toph, he let a hand rest over her shoulder, “The beer and spiced rum are also there.”
“Great doing business with you, Fire Lord,” Toph smirked, and Zuko snickered at her brash attitude with an undeniable curve of his lips.
I looked over my shoulders, head turning side to side to see the fluffy robes everyone wore. They looked so soft and cozy. But I couldn't help but notice my brows pinching together because they seemed too puffy.
The knots that wrapped around their waist were tight. Their necks and a little below their knees, completely covered. Since when were they so...modest?
“We may stop by later tonight,” Zuko added, as his hand played with the bedroom handles, and Suki shook her head, “Absolutely not. We’re having a girls’ night, and we plan on being butt-naked.”
Zuko looked over his shoulder, “You guys are really going full-out.”
“Yes, so stay away, no boys!” Katara reinforced.
“Point understood. Try not to drink all the kingdom's alcohol supply, and Yue-” he hummed softly. The door opened just a crack; his expression softened as he ignored the world around us for just a moment, “Have fun.”
I smiled, “I will, and I hope you have a fun night too.”
The door slowly closed shut, my hands resting over Katara and Suki’s as I let out a sigh of bliss.
A night of fun; for both of us.
“He’s down the hall-”
“Perfect, let’s go, Katara, grab her bra and thong-”
“Yue, what’s the sluttiest dress you owe?”
I’m sorry, what-
My gentle expression halted, their hugs gone, as Toph had her feet firmly planted on the ground, actively searching. “What are you guys doing?” I exclaimed as Katara and Suki dashed to the closet.
And it was the running, moving around in a panic, did their robes begin to drift. The ends folding back from the firm knot, bright colours of blue and green-
“We’re having a girl’s night, naturally,” Suki spoke, her head poking out of the closet.
“No-no-no-no-” I began to stutter, walking towards them, and Katara cut me off.
In her arms, she held a lacy bra and thong, my cheeks flushing. Memories of me wearing that same lacy pair when Zuko and I had that terrible bet. Having me sit on his desk with my legs spread wide, the first time he had gone down on me.
Not the time, Yue-
They were planning on going to the disco. The very thing we agreed on not doing an hour ago.
“Yue! I can’t believe I forgot I bought this for you,” Suki shouted, side-stepping Katara and raising the dress in hand.
I’m going to die.
It was a sultry red, deep in hue and silky to the touch. It was a dress that Suki gifted me years ago, but I never did have a chance to wear it without freezing to a crisp.
Cutting off mid-thigh, the back open beside the lacy straps stringing it together. It was like a useless corset, only to show off the skin of your back with a pretty design.
It was sexy, a showstopper of a dress, and I was far too timid and lacked the confidence to work such a bombshell of a piece.
“You’re going to be so hot,” Suki blissfully sighed, like a proud mother sending her child off into the world.
“But we agreed on not going,” I pouted, not troubling to retort Suki’s comment because I would look great in that dress. I’m letting Zuko’s compliments get to my head.
“We’re going to be fine, Yue. We have three master benders and two Kyoshi warriors.”
I paused, “Two Kyoshi warriors?”
Suki pointed behind me, and I let my gaze follow her direction. Toph was unravelling her robe on cue as if she could feel our stares over her.
I don’t know whether to face-palm, cry, laugh or all of the above.
“Recruited and trained in one day, a first,” Suki said in far too serious of a tone. You’ve got to be kidding me-
There he was, Momo hugging Toph’s waist with an expression of confusion, just as dazed as me.
But the cherry on top was the makeshift Kyoshi outfit he wore, far too big for his body. But why did the outfit seem so put together? Someone amongst the three putting time and effort into gathering the materials and stitching it together to make this.
A stupid thing that I could probably see myself or Sokka doing, but not these women.
A tiny squeak of confusion left Momo as he looked at me with those crazed eyes of his before Toph wrapped the robe around her body once more.
They’re crazy.
They’re actually crazy.
How did Katara agree to this? The only voice of sanity within our group?
“Momo? We’re bringing Momo for protection?” I shouted in disbelief. Was I the only one taking in the situation for what it was? Since when was I the rational one!
“We agreed that this was dangerous.”
“You’re right, Yue. But you know what, this may be one of the few chances we get to go dancing together in a while,” Suki responded, and the chaos of the room calmed for a moment.
The giddy look on everyone’s face dimmed a look of dismay in their eyes. “What do you mean?” I slowly asked.
“Yue...when we solve the Azula and Yakone situation, I have to go home. I’m in charge of so many programs and projects with Dad-” Katara sighed, her eyes glazing over at the thought.
Suki nodded, “Me too...I’m the leader of the Kyoshi Warriors, and I’ve already been gone for so long. It’s not fair to Ty Lee.”
They’re right.
So much time has passed regarding the situation. For days, weeks, months now, we’ve run around in circles. No doubt, Sokka will leave with Katara, and Aang and Toph are working on the United Nations with Zuko.
When will be the next time we are all here together?
When we have a day to ourselves, to have fun. It’s easy for Katara and Aang to go on vacation together, or Zuko and I, but to plan a time for us all-
Be selfish; his voice rang in my head.
Do what I want, stop limiting my wants and desires. And I knew what I wanted at this moment more than anything.
Oh, Zuko, you’re going to regret teaching me this. If he thinks I’m a brat, I’ll show him a brat then.
“The matching pair of heels are in a brown box right under where you found that dress, and no way are we bringing Momo with us.”
Unable to hide the devilish smile that was appearing on my face, Katara and Suki high-fived.
It was like Momo understood my words, slipping out from underneath Toph’s robe towards the window of my bedroom. His abnormally long fingers gripping the edges as his tail curled underneath his dress. He looked at me, and I swear, he looked alleviated.
You owe me one, buddy.
I raced, joining in the chaos of grabbing the bare minimum of makeup. My bedroom was the final stop before we did the stupidest of stupid. We're breaking out of the kingdom despite us being grown-ass adults.
I reached over my vanity, opening and shutting the drawers as I sought. Red lipstick, blush, some mascara-
I’m going to look hot, damnit.
As I gathered my things, hiding as much of them under my bathrobe, I just couldn't push the thought out of my head that this was a foolish idea, an awful idea.
If any of the guys found out, they’d lose their minds and probably lecture us for months. But as we walked out of those bedroom doors, dashing to the hot springs as inconspicuous as possible, I felt a rush of adrenaline.
Such a long time since I’ve done something so crazy.
Ever since I entered this kingdom, I had to follow the rules and protocols. Under a watchful eye, every mistake, no matter how minor, was twisted and used against me. Down to the way I sipped tea or bowed.
I needed a break. My eyes fell over Katara, Suki and Toph - the best sisters I could’ve asked for as we giggled like school children.
The guard in front of the hot springs eyed our suspicious behaviour, letting us in warily. I could feel his lingering stare before the door shut behind us.
He totally knew something was going on.
“Come on, Princess. The faster you change, the faster we can get out of here!” Suki whisper-shouted, everyone stripping themselves of the bathrobes.
The soft fabric fell to the ground soundlessly, and my assumption that everyone was already wearing their outfits was proven correct.
They all looked so beautiful.
Suki and Katara unrolled the ends of their outfits to make sure it wasn’t peeking from under their robes when they came to get me. Everything they wore perfectly captured their charm.
I watched as Katara grabbed the red lipstick I managed to swipe, applying it while facing the foggy mirrors in the hot spring. I studied how her flowy blue skirt twirled around her body, the white tank-top making her eye colour pop.
“Put some on me too!” Suki perked from behind, leaning over Katara’s shoulders with a pucker.
Katara didn’t skip a beat, dragging the tub over her lips, and the shade did wonders against her tanned skin. The baby green wrap dress highlighted how toned Suki was. Years of training only benefited her in every way, shape and form.
But the outfit that caught my attention the most was Tophs.
She leaned against the humid walls with a bored expression as she waited for us to get dressed. Her face was free of makeup, but it was a look that suited her, and I've grown accustomed to it. But I wonder-
“Toph, would you like some lipstick?” I asked as I shook my dress free of any wrinkles, and Toph looked startled.
“Umm...I guess,” Toph spoke hesitantly; I smiled.
Toph was able to do many things on her own. Her blindness never hindered her ability to do what she wanted, merely doing things differently. But I also knew Toph wasn’t one to dress up. She probably doesn’t have much experience with makeup because she doesn’t wear it. A skill she never adjusted to.
“Pucker up,” Katara hummed to Toph, and with an awkward posture, she did. Katara cupped her chin and dragged the tube along her lips, Toph letting her head stick out a bit.
Dark green high-waisted dress pants with a brown shirt tucked in; I found myself blushing because with the red lipstick - Toph looked great.
“Remember Toph, you’re my date,” I giggled, and Toph huffed, her bangs fluttering in the air once again as a rosy blush coated her cheeks. Not one to accept compliments, but I knew she loved it whether she admitted it or not.
Katara tossed me the tube, “Let me help with this-”
She came from behind me, adjusting the lacey straps as I wiggled the fabric down my thighs. It was as tight as a glove, and I was happy I didn’t wear a bra. If I did, it would have clashed with the glamorous lace backing.
Without looking at the mirror, I began to apply the finishing touch.
Used to wearing lipstick, I obtained the skill of applying makeup without a mirror for the most part. And in my opinion, that was a more extraordinary skill than being a master bender.
“Toph, help me make this look messier,” Suki said over her shoulder as she grabbed our clothes. She was throwing it onto the floor near the door.
She’s trying to make the scene of the crime not look so obvious - natural. It made perfect sense, something we would have totally done.
Eager to get into the hot water and gossip with some wine, it wasn't past us to strip as soon as we entered and hop in. It was something that we've done many times before at the Southern Water Tribe, and it would make sense for us to continue the tradition.
Without another word, Toph began kicking her feet around, whatever robes that fell in her way creasing under her feet. I watched as her foot managed to snag my bra, causing it to fly beside the door.
They were masterminds, and the realization had me impressed.
I stroked my hair back, letting it cascade down my back. This was my final look, dolled up as can be given the circumstances—the temptation to look at myself in the mirror to see how I fared.
With a deep breath, I twirled to face the mirror. Oh my-
“You look fucking sexy,” Suki blurted, and I realized that they were staring at me.
My cheeks glowed, shaking my head because I wasn’t used to seeing myself like this—a sultry, mature look, completely different from my true personality.
Yet...I liked it.
It wasn’t something I would do every day, but that odd bubble in my chest, smiling as I looked at myself. I…
I felt confident. For the first time, I could see what Zuko saw.
He always said I had the cutest of pouty lips and that my hips were his biggest temptation. I was beautiful. No matter how many times I doubted myself, Zuko was right.
I need to recognize my worth. I’m his Queen, but more importantly, I am my own Queen.
Katara’s hands fell over my shoulders, giving me a tight hug, “Let’s have a night to remember.”
“Umm, guys. Before that, how are we going to deal with him,” Suki spoke as I saw her frown in my reflection.
The steam in the room began to pour out slowly, the main door opened a crack, and we followed her direction.
The guard.
We clearly didn't think this plan through all the way.
“I could bury him underground for a bit,” Toph suggested, and I hit her arm, “Are you crazy? He'll suffocate!”
"Not if we leave his head above ground."
"We're not burying him, Toph!"
“Do you have a better idea, Princess?”
“That’s it-” Katara replied, and we all shifted our attention to her, “Yue, you're royalty. The second-highest person in command.”
I stared at her, confusion written all over my face, at a complete loss. What was she trying to suggest? That I demand the guard to stay quiet?
“I-I can’t do that. That’s so wrong! Taking advantage of my position-”
“I guess burying him alive it is,” Toph said, cracking her knuckles. She wouldn’t dare.
Yet there she was, Toph’s feet firmly planted on the ground, hands in front of her. In a matter of seconds, I could feel the ground beneath us begin to tremble, growing in intensity- why did I even doubt her for a second.
“Okay-okay, I’ll do it!” I shouted, and at the sound of my raised voice, the guard turned his head sharply, our eyes meeting.
The timid smile, waving shyly- Why me?
“Go!” the girls all shouted, their hands dropping over my back and shoving.
I stumbled forward with clumsy steps, everyone tumbling behind me as we bore smiles that meant trouble. It took the guard two seconds, his brown eyes washing over us in one sweep, to get the picture.
“Imperial Consort, Ying Yue…” The guard carefully spoke out of habit, his hand falling over his chest with a short bow.
But he was unable to strip his eyes over me as I shifted in my spot. I felt so shy under his stare. He wasn't judging or seemed rude; in fact, he was sporting my infamous look of curiosity.
Gosh, we're in the middle of the hallway; anyone could come by and see us- “Hurry, Yue, we’re going to get caught,” Katara urged, and I swallowed.
I don't have time to struggle with my internal turmoil. The situation was simple. If we got caught, we were done for.
“Umm, excuse me, Sir.”
“Yes, how can I be of service, Consort Ying Yue?”
I spotted the growing smile under his helmet.
This whole circumstance fascinated him. He wasn’t stupid; he knew exactly what I was going to ask, and for some odd reason, that made the entire situation worse.
“Listen here,” I stuttered, “If Fire Lord Zuko comes, under no condition are you to allow him to enter, understood?”
Oh my gosh, I gave an order.
It wasn’t odd for me to ask for help or assistance, but I was ordering someone right now. The feeling of telling someone what to do was so bizarre. How did Zuko do this so easily?
“And I assume that extends to any inquiries on your whereabouts?” the guard pondered, and I nodded, “Whatever you do, don’t let him know that we snuck out- are going for a long...walk.”
I could hear the guard stifle a laugh, “I give you my word that I will try my hardest.”
“Thank you.” I breathed, my shoulders dropping.
I didn’t realize how tense I was, asking for this. I heard the squeals from the girls behind me, patting my back as I asked.
First obstacle - complete.
The guard stood back into position, his hands falling by his sides, expression neutral. As if the conversation didn’t happen.
But my brows pinched in trouble because now we had our second obstacle. How do we get out of here?
It was one thing to make one guard stay silent, even two, but at this rate, I was going to get the whole kingdom involved. This was a plan that sounded great in theory but not in reality.
“Do you know any ways to sneak out from here?" Suki asked, and I shook my head.
I barely got to explore and learn about all the standard rooms, let alone any secret tunnels or exits. The promise of Zuko taking me to the underground storage, to show me the ‘dragon egg,' another adventure in the waiting.
“Maybe I can feel one out,” Toph suggested, her feet shifting once again. But it was a steady voice, a whisper, that caught our attention.
“There so happens to be a secret exit in the hot springs, used for emergencies to escort royalty in case need be,” the guard uttered.
Not once did he shift his brown eyes over us. For a moment, we all questioned if it really was him that spoke. But the confirmation was when we saw his lips move once again, remaining as still as a statue and pretending to talk to himself.
“It leads straight outside, perfect for your nighttime stroll. You can leave and come back completely unnoticed.”
He’s a spirit.
A literal lifesaver. Every worker here cuts me some slack and makes life ten times easier. Whoever does the hiring here needs a raise.
“I promise, I’ll bake you whatever you want,” I gushed, and I saw the corner of his lips twitch, fighting back a smile, “It’s a pleasure to be of service...and your strawberry tarts. My kids love them.”
My heart swelled. I'll make you a dozen and more.
“What are you waiting for? Go!” Katara huffed, and the door to the hot springs swung open. We found ourselves running back inside, giddy as we walked over our clothes.
Everything was happening so fast.
Toph stomping, immediately pointing in the direction of the entrance. Suki spread out her hands as she felt the wall of rocks that decorated the space.
It was clear when she found the secret exit, her eyes lighting up, feeling a spot give way.
We found ourselves pressed together as we entered a dimly lit space. The air was dewy from the intense heat of the spring water, my fingers feeling the moistness along the course walls.
Toph served as our guide as none of us could light the torches that lined the earthy tunnel.
You could hear our nervous breaths, a mixture of excitement and adrenaline as we made our way out of the kingdom and do possibly the stupidest thing to date.
I held onto Katara’s arm tightly, the butterflies in my stomach too much to handle.
“That's the exit, and I think-” Toph spoke, and just like that, we could smell the fresh air.
The moonlight poured over our skin while the hot breeze kissed our skin. The stars were painting the sky as if guiding us towards our destination.
This was the end of gardens, the flowers no longer the focal point as the thick bush and trees took over. Hearing the birds sing their final songs before going to sleep.
We did it.
"We have a long walk, girls, but if we speed it up, we can at least show Yue the boutiques we can come to in the morning."
"And that restaurant with the great seafood!"
"My stomach just rumbled."
I smiled; today was my night.
I still remember the time Mom took me to see a waterfall. How my heart pounded in my chest, stunned with the grandness of the sight.
It was the moment I understood exactly why Mom loved nature. Unable to describe what I was experiencing with my non-existent vocabulary at the time.
The droplets against my skin, the booming sound of water crashing downwards. It had little me trembling with excitement, Mom pinching my cheeks at how innocent I was. That even a waterfall dazed me.
And that unexplainable feeling of joy, a rush that had me spinning, was precisely how I felt now, almost twenty years later.
Katara replaced the role of Mom as she pinched my cheeks with a smile that showed just how happy she was. It was everything I read about and more; my breath caught in my throat as I stared in awe, frozen in my spot.
The music, the people, the beginning of an adventure. I can’t believe I’m actually here.
“Hurry up and finish your drink so we can get back to the dance floor!” Suki yelled, leaning as close as possible to my ear, her voice competing with the roaring music.
The cracked tile beneath our feet vibrated, the band that was at the very front on stage, perspiring buckets as they strummed away. I could only imagine how drained they were by the end of the night, the loose cream-coloured blouses they wore sticking to their skin as beads of sweat dripped down their temples.
But the cheers and atmosphere were the driving force they needed. Giant smiles on their faces as they didn’t just play the music; they danced along with it.
I fanned myself, the air thick, people unbuttoning their tops and tying up their hair. Everyone’s skin was glistening under the candles that were lit up high along the walls.
It caused the room to be dimly lit, adding to the environment. A mystical touch that had you beckoning deeper into the crowds as people’s bodies touched.
It was captivating how everyone moved so fluidly. It was like everyone in the Fire Nation was a dancer. Singing to their native songs with their eyes closed as they let the chorus take over for one night.
I never recognized how different the dancing culture was compared to the Earth Nation, recalling the few parties I went to as a teenager.
They moved with quick footwork: couples twirling their partners around in beat before pressing together. Their legs would slip between each other before grabbing their partners’ hips. With such sharp and synchronized motions, they begin to swivel, pelvis flushed.
The alcohol they consumed had them acting bolder, their dancing turning sultry. They were drawn by their lust as the dirty rhythms of the beating drums fed into everyone’s desires.
“Where’s Toph?” Katara asked, bending over the table we managed to secure, her eyes scanning the dancefloor.
I frowned, realizing she was right.
In such a trance as I gawked at the dancing crowd; I forgot about the ache in my legs and Toph as well.
I stared at the almost done drink in my hand, a cocktail that was once filled to the brim, yet Toph was nowhere to be found. My back straightened, searching because Toph said she was going to the bathroom, but it’s been a while now.
How long was she going to take?
“I knew one of us should’ve gone with her,” Katara grumbled, shaking her head as she scowled to herself. Her protective instincts started taking over, the party-girl mode gone as her eyes turned intense.
She searched the crowd, narrowing her eyes to scan every single face in her view.
“Maybe she got lost-” I spoke, my hand falling over Katara’s arm. Worry beginning to seep into my thoughts at the idea of us losing Toph.
I turned to Suki, asking if she had any information or could see Toph, only to see the look on her face. It wasn’t one of worry or concern.
No, she was entertained.
Watching as Suki’s lips moved, and while I couldn’t hear under the loud music and chatter, I could tell she was snickering.
She finally noticed me staring, and Suki quickly leaned over the table. Flicking Katara’s arm to catch her attention as well before shouting, “I think I know why she insisted on going by herself!”
“What, why?” Katara frowned, her head bobbing up and down as she continued to search actively. She wasn’t going to let this down until she could see her. Half expecting Katara to get on a table and call her out.
But Suki laughed, pointing at a poorly lit section, “Look.”
All I can see are people dancing. My brows pinched together, trying to understand what she was trying to show us.
What was I missing? The thick film in the air was illuminated by the lights as people took long drags from their cigars and lounged at their tables.
Katara must have struggled as well because the next thing you know, we were all stooping against the furniture with a squint. A particular pant leg in the far distance caught my attention.
Is that a pair of dark green dress pants? There’s no way- I could feel my cheeks heat up, Katara gasping, “That sneaky, bitch.”
Brown hair pinned up in a bun that was bound to come undone as Toph’s hands combed. Bodies pressed, lips frantically moving together, tucked away in the corner in their little world.
Suki had the biggest grin on her face, Katara looking away bashfully from the sight.
“She could have just told us and not made us worry!” Katara huffed, and Suki snickered, “Toph was feeling her out since we came here.”
“It has only been a couple of hours! How-”
“To be single again.” Suki sighed as she watched them with glee.
I had to roll my eyes because, to my dismay, I knew far too much about Suki and Sokka’s sex life. And if one thing was sure, they didn’t mind adding a few others in the mix.
My eyes shifted back onto Toph without much thought, and the quick sip I stole almost left my mouth.
Oh my- Toph’s mystery partner had her under her command, something I didn’t expect ever to see. Pushing Toph’s figure up the wall, her thigh slipped between her dress pants as her hands wandered down Toph’s waist.
“GET IT TOPH!” Suki shouted beside me, and my eyes widened. The embarrassment, Suki was raising her beverage in the air as I hoped her cheer went unnoticed.
There wasn’t a bone in me that doubted that Toph didn’t hear. A keen sense of hearing, while it may be selective.
Both her and her hook-up stilling, and without hesitation, Toph gave Suki the middle finger.
I could spot the satisfied smirk on Toph’s face before her lips were preoccupied with more important manners. Resuming whatever they were about to do.
With the grin on Suki’s face, I couldn’t help but laugh. Taking one final sip of my drink, I let it rest on the table where the rest of the glasses we had that night piled.
I could feel the light buzz, my body feeling hot as I let my hand run down my chest, touching the dewiness. A shower sounds excellent right now, and it was then I felt the pains of my legs again.
I winced, thighs burning.
Between yesterday with Zuko and the dancing, I was burned out. But a part of me still wanted to dance for a little bit longer. It was fun, no matter how exhausting it was.
I wonder if Zuko knew how to dance? Would he like a place like this?
I laughed under my breath, already knowing my answer. But just because he didn’t seem like the type to dance, I wonder if he knows how to.
I recall Zuko telling me about all the classes he had to take as a child; music, literature, and bending. Would dance lessons be included?
I’m pretty sure Earth Nation royalty took those classes, so would the Fire Nation be any different?
“Let’s go, Princess; I want to see you dance for real now,” Suki pushed, her hand pulling on mine as she began to stand.
The tips of our fingers were still a bit moist from the condensation of our drinks, and that brief moment of coolness had us sighing with relief.
“What do you mean ‘dance for real?’”
“I mean, I want to see you move those hips and pretend I’m your Zuko for the night,” Suki winked, and I slapped her arm, “No way, I’ll look so stupid!”
Me, grinding and letting loose like everyone else?
I could only wish.
Suki stuck her tongue before bowing over the table once more to Katara, “Will you be okay here? Or do you want to come with us?”
“I’ll meet you guys in a second; I’m just going to finish my drink,” Katara said, happily waving us away as she patted down her forehead with a napkin.
I swallowed, looking at Katara with begging eyes, and she merely laughed, “Have fun, Yue, you look great.”
Katara always knew what to say, and that’s why I loved her. Proud to call her my sister, even though she often acted like the older one and me the baby.
Rather than Suki tugging me along, I found myself skipping ahead. Her eyes were widening as she saw me zoom past her, pulling on her arm so we could get to the dance floor faster.
Our heels clicked against the cracked tiles, proud at my ability to move as fast as I was with a few drinks coursing through my veins and bodies bumping into me.
It was stimulating being in such a new and inexperienced environment. Despite my feet hurting, body begging for rest, I was having so much fun.
I looked sexy today, and a bratty part of me wished Zuko could see how I looked - to see his reaction. Would he appreciate this look? Would he want to dance with me?
The questions I thought were forgotten as a new song began to play, and I already started to sway. Even if the night were to end right here, right now, I’d have no regrets because I was having a blast.
Guaranteed to write about this day in my diary as soon as we get home. And when Zuko falls asleep.
A short tap on my shoulder, intense in nature, had me turning on my heels. It felt urgent, her grip over me tight, “Suki, what’s up-”
“Hey there, baby.” A man whispered, his face inches from mine, hand sliding down my back.
I froze, my voice stuck in my throat, realizing the situation I managed to get myself into.
I didn’t feel Suki’s hand slip out of my grasp, me running into the center of the dance floor and letting the music envelop me. I got carried away, and as I tried to peer over the man’s frame, I couldn’t see her anywhere.
He stepped into my field of view, drawing my attention back to him, dark brown eyes staring down at me. It felt oppressive; his short hair ruffled as dancing bodies banged into us.
He licked his dry lips, leaning towards my face, and I winced, an uneasiness washing over me.
“You’ve been getting a lot of the guys talking over here. A babe in a cute lil’ red dress.”
“I-I’m sorry?” I stammered, not knowing what to do, where to go because the hand he had placed on my back kept on trailing downwards.
I felt uncomfortable, trying to ease his touch away, but he kept it firmly on me. Feeling his rough fingers against the open backing over my dress.
He needs to go away- taking a step back, attempting to create some distance. I pushed my hands against his chest, but that only seemed to spur him on.
“I love it when people play hard to get. Gotta lay my claim before those other guys do.”
I frowned.
“I’m not playing hard to get, nor am I something you can claim. Go away.” I shouted.
A quick shove, applying all my weight to my hands as I found myself getting both annoyed and disgusted by his idiotic comment.
As much as Zuko bothered and asserted, saying he ‘claimed’ me, he didn’t actually believe or mean it. He viewed me as a person, respected every single word I spoke and my boundaries. Everything up to this point was something I agreed to, on my own accord, not because Zuko ‘claimed me.’
But this person- he really thinks I’m some piece of meat.
“That’s my girlfriend you’re touching, and I advise you to listen to her unless you want to get your ass kicked,” Suki shouted from behind, wrapping her arms around my waist.
I quickly clasped her embrace, already knowing the formidable looks we were both sending him. I didn’t like him, bad energy seeping from him like a thick goo.
The man’s face twisted, cussing us off under his breath before storming off.
He shoved anyone who was in their way, people giving him glares before they continued to dance—refusing to let him ruin their night. They had the right mentality.
I’m not going to let him ruin my night.
“I swear, some people don’t understand the simple concept of respect,” Suki grumbled into my ear, letting me twirl in her grasp.
“He scared the crap out of me,” I huffed, and Suki smiled, “Don’t worry, your one and only replacement, Zuko, is here.”
I grinned, our foreheads pressed together, noses brushing, as we both made a silent pact to forget about what happened.
“Now,” Suki started, wiggling her eyebrows with an animated look in her eyes, “show me what you did to Zuko that got you all those hickies.”
“Oh shut up!” I laughed, my arms falling over her shoulders, her hands on my waist, guiding me to move to the music.
She brought my body close to hers, a hand sinking to my lower back as she spoke in my ear, making it easier for me to hear.
“Come on, we both know, if Zuko was here, and he saw that man. Girl- he would have you pinned against that wall like Toph is now,”
Losing my footing for a split moment, I glared—Suki snickering in my ear at how frazzled I got at the mere thought of that happening.
Why was it so arousing?
This stupid need to see Zuko lose his mind and show his true colours without his usual restraint. A morbid obsession of mine ever since I met him from this morning to now.
I had to fan myself because I could feel myself getting hot, panties wet at the mere idea.
“I promise when the chance presents itself, I’ll help you get what you want,” Suki teased, and I redden, “What are you talking about-”
“You want rough Zuko. I know that look, trust me. It’s the look Sokka gets whenever-”
“Suki! Too many details!” I shouted, pulling away to look at her face. Toph and Suki are far too liberal with details, Katara too reserved.
“Okay-Okay- Point is, I get it. And since I’m the best girlfriend you have ever had, I’ll make it happen. But-” Suki grinned, and in a swift motion, she spun me around, whistling at how my hair fluttered around me, skin glittering under the lights, “Let’s get dirty!”
Another body found itself in front of me, and I looked upwards to a pair of beautiful big blue eyes. Katara’s smile was radiant, already bouncing to the music, as the tempo changed to a faster, more profound tone.
Have fun.
No one knew who I was, who cares if I made a fool out of myself—seeing Katara and Suki laughing and dancing freely without a care in the world. I was too anxious, preoccupied with my thoughts; I pushed away the soreness in my legs and danced.
“Look at Princess, go~!” Suki cheered as I found myself squeezed from behind, her body grinding down on mine. I giggled, Katara clapping her hands at the sight, everyone here feeling so free.
Sweat beaded down Katara’s forehead, tying her braids in a messy bun the longer we stayed. At some point, Suki had tossed her shoes to some forsaken corner, and I hoped we could find them before we left and went home.
We found ourselves dancing together and with random people for fun, the atmosphere so light-hearted. “We’ll teach you!” A bunch of girls gushed, showing us some dance moves not even Suki knew.
This was the experience I craved for so long.
These past hours I got to strip myself of all duties and royal expectations. No one knew who I was yet. Besides a few ‘speculative’ drawings that we got to see as we toured the city before arriving here, no formal painting was released to the public.
I was a no-one.
Just me, in my little red dress, having the time of my life. With the man of my dreams waiting for me at home.
With a hum, and the band still going strong, I felt Suki go behind me once more.
Her hands were trailing down my waist, pelvis pressing against me. I reached backwards, letting my eyes flutter shut, hugging her neck as I giggled at the closeness.
Suki is so determined to play the role of Zuko. I had to give her some credit because she was doing a pretty good job.
But I knew better because while Suki was just dancing from behind, Zuko would’ve done much more.
Letting his lips brush my neck, his hands teasing the hem of my dress as he would whisper tempting ideas in my ear—promises of what was to be expected later.
I was feeling the beat radiate through my body, hearing it mix with Suki’s tired breaths.
How much time has passed at this point? Staring up at the ceiling, the skylight letting us see the moon at its highest peak.
The stars still shined brightly despite the lamps that lit up the city. It was a subtle blend of nature meeting city life, a concept I could get behind.
Tilting further into Suki’s chest with a deep sigh of contentment, “Suki, we should get going soon-”
“Is that after I remind you of who you belong to, or after I burn this man to a crisp?”
There was only one voice that could have me on my hands and knees in a snap.
A single, breathless command and I was batting my eyelashes and staring up at him with longing eyes, eager to please. His deep smell would always overwhelm my senses as I nestled in his neck, inhaling his natural scent with so much love.
Any day, any time, I welcomed it.
Except at this very moment.
My head snapped forward, and I could feel my blood run cold.
There’s no way.
It was a foolproof plan; how did they figure it out-
“You better pick, love, because I’ve officially run out of patience in three, two-”
My mind was racing, unable to piece together the sight before me. A dishevelled, and very pissed-off Zuko, standing with a fury that I had never seen before until now.
Despite the low-lighting, I could still tell that he was clenching his jaw, his forehead furrowed. He raised his hands in front of his chest, only then taking note that he hadn’t even buttoned up his blouse all the way.
Seeing every scar, divot, muscle of his torso. His deep collarbones-
The cracking of his knuckles brought me back. Not the time.
“Zuko-” I breathed, not knowing when the touch behind me had left because I was too busy staring. I took a shaky backward step, fingers fidgeting as I bit my lip, “I can explain?”
“Can you now?” Zuko hissed, taking a step closer, and I swallowed. Every move, he countered, a dance unlike any other.
I looked over his shoulder, seeing Aang with Katara, Suki with Sokka. All of us getting an ear-full except Toph because she managed to sneak away with her hook-up.
But my brows pinched because Suki was looking at me?
A smirk on her face despite Sokka giving her a lecture of a lifetime, shooting me one of Aang’s infamous thumbs up-
“Eyes on me, baby, or do I have to teach you that lesson here too?” Zuko growled, and my eyes snapped back onto him.
The crowd of people that were around us didn’t seem to pay us any attention. Lost in their drunken states and lust as Zuko stalked while I trembled backwards.
The crowd grew sparse the further I walked back, darker in light.
“I didn’t mean-I-I thought-” I babbled nonsense, unsure of what to say because of the look in Zuko’s eyes. It was like staring directly into the depths of fire. Every time he blinked, it became more intense, perceiving the heat from his state.
The vein in his neck pulsed with rage, the twitching of his fingers as he inched his way towards me.
Prey cornering their lunch, or I guess you could say midnight snack.
My stomach was in knots because no matter how obviously angry he was, he somehow still held this air of calmness. A sadist smile emerged on his face, licking his lips, and it took me a second to realize why.
Body hitting the stone wall, the chill against my lacy backing providing some solace to the heat I felt. My cheeks were flushed, skin so dewy as I fought to even my heartbeat.
The wild music, laughing, talking, the world was lost - only focused on Zuko.
The way his fingers glided, effortlessly wrapping each slender digit against my throat, pressing his body to mine once he finally caught up.
His touch over me was so natural. Falling into place like two puzzle pieces. A perfect match, always met to be.
My breathing hitched, swallowing hard under his grasp as my lips parted.
His grip was somehow hotter than the warm, humid air around us. Unable to stop the whine escaping from being under his touch.
It was a dangerous mix of lust and thoughtfulness – his golden eyes ablaze as he towered over my figure.
I need to speak, say something- but my mouth was dry, my throat parched. No matter how hard I tried, I found myself unable to whisper a damn word.
Zuko is going to kill me.
I was sure of it.
“Having fun?” Zuko seethed as he stared down at me.
A mocking chuckle fleeing his parted lip as all I could do was gape upwards with doe-like eyes. He looked so menacing, domineering, the poor lighting doing nothing more but accentuating every sharp feature of his - making him look masterful.
He let his forehead press against mine, and I could feel his wet hair.
Not bothering to take the time to dry it from his swim with the guys, it left tiny droplets over our exposed skin. The beads of water trickled down my chest, trailing between my breasts, the sensation heightened by his stare.
The music continued to blare behind us, people unaware of how Zuko’s free hand lingered down my body, memorizing every curve. As if satisfied, enjoying the taste of what he could have, he let his caresses move up my stomach with crawling steps.
Despite the fabric that separated him from my bare skin, I could still feel the heat he emitted. And only when his fingers began to toy with my low-cut neckline did I feel how hot it indeed was.
My bottom lip rolled between teeth, Zuko caressing the skin of my exposed breasts. He was playing such a risky game. The thumb I had bitten earlier today was now strumming my neckline, urging it further and further down my body.
I held back a whimper, Zuko purposely letting his palm graze my breasts, taking a minute too long to brush against my hardening nipples.
The feeling of his hand rubbing against my clothed nubs was an unexpected sensation. Something I wasn’t adjusted to and had my thighs clenching because it was good.
Only then did I realize how heavy my eyes were, breathing erratic as I melted under his heated gaze.
Not once did his eyes leave mine, making sure he saw every reaction, moan, and whimper.
It was his fuel.
I groaned under my breath, arching my back against his teasing touches. My chest was spilling out of my dress, but all I cared about was getting that much-needed touch—the need to have him touching me directly, not like this.
My thighs squeezed tight once more, whimpering because I could feel my panties getting wetter by the second. I need-
Zuko’s eyes darkened, “Fucking brat-”
His hips snapped against mine, forcing himself between my legs. Oh fuck-
I moaned, my eyes fluttering shut as the grip on my throat tightened. Stop being so loud, Yue. You’re gonna get us caught-
I stared at the ceiling and prayed to the spirits because I could feel him.
Zuko’s hard bulge rubbing against me, satisfying me temporarily as he dug his hips into me. Kneading my growing sweetness that was building the moment my eyes settled over him.
My head was spinning, wheezing, feeling Zuko’s fingers heat my skin into my pressure points.
“What’s wrong, baby? Is someone fucking needy?” He taunted in my ear, voice so husky and dripping with contempt, “It didn’t seem like you needed me two minutes ago – dancing happily with some man.”
“I-It was an accident; I thought he was Suki-” I protested, but another sharp sigh escaped me as I felt his hand fall from my breast onto my thigh. He can’t be serious-
I bite my lip, hands dropping over Zuko’s broad shoulders. My fingers dug into the loose blouse he wore, letting it clump under my fingers as my head lolled backwards.
Zuko slapped the inside of my thigh hard, a pretty red mark rising to my skin, the sound going unnoticed by the gaudy music that boomed. He raised the same thigh, letting it rest on his hip, my dress lifting upwards, exposing myself to him like a gift.
“Was that it, baby? An accident?” Zuko jeered, mimicking my innocent tone as he wickedly kissed his teeth. His anger, annoyance, caused my legs to shake with excitement. Shame eating away at me because he looked so good like this.
Zuko wasn’t satisfied.
Elevating my leg higher and pushing himself farther into my body. My dress continued to roll upwards, now resting along my bikini line, and I blushed, “Zuko, someone is going to see us-”
“You should’ve thought of that before, baby. Now, suck.”
The tight grip over my throat left, sliding up my neck and slipping past my moaning lips. The desire to suck on his fingers when I tried to tease him earlier came running back. His hands were just his tools to induce my descent, and a part of me folded.
With an eager hum, I sucked.
My lips vacuumed over his digits, tongue flicking between every finger like it was a lollipop. Sucking hard, making sure I didn’t leave a single part untouched.
Eyes falling shut in the heat, unable to contain my moans as I rubbed my cunt against him.
The whole time, Zuko watched. Basking in the eagerness I displayed, my pace fastened as I bucked against his cock. With an amused chuckle, his lips skimmed my ear.
“Mmm, you’re my good girl, right, baby?” Zuko growled huskily. His teeth were nibbling on the shell of my ear before tagging hectic kisses down my exposed neck.
It was wild, my skin already bruising, challenging the hickies that he placed over me the night before. Something told me that these marks were going to be far worse. Feeling my skin rise and snap back, Zuko moved along, claiming as much territory as possible.
I whimpered between those slender digits, nodding my head instinctively at his dominance, needing to answer.
He chuckled, getting a kick out of how fast I melted under his controlled touches. Zuko’s feverish breath tickled my raw skin as he pulled to appreciate the messy sight in front of him.
A sight I was indeed.
Entirely under his mercy, already lost in our little world. Looking up at him while batting my eyelashes, sucking on his fingers as if they were his dick.
Zuko’s free fingers drew circles on my thigh, inching his way closer and closer to my soaked core. Please.
I jerked my hips, a desperateness taking over me as I whined around his fingers. No longer being reasonable, as I humped once again, pleading with my eyes.
Zuko’s dark laugh, pulling his hand away from me. No, please, no. My eyes teared up, disheartened as I fruitlessly rose my hips against nothing now.
And as if Zuko could tell, he grinned.
Slamming his hips against mine, the head of his cock flawlessly hitting my clit. If it weren’t for his fingers stuffed in my mouth, you would’ve heard me scream.
Such a basic act, him stroking his cock against me, had me shivering. His hand crudely gripped my ass from behind, making sure I stayed put. Unable to twitch against him as he took his time, rolling his hips to the beat of the music that I had long forgotten about.
I was lost in the moment, in utter bliss every time the coarse texture of his red slacks rubbed against the lacey fabric of my panties. His dick was perfectly nestling along my slit as I gasped underneath him.
It feels so good, a slow and tantalizing tease.
“Look at you; I haven’t even touched you, and you’re a fucking mess,” Zuko chuckled, and I could feel my whole body flush in embarrassment.
He was right.
There was a visible wet spot on Zuko’s pants, and if it weren’t for the loud bass, you would hear my juices gushing along his length. I could feel my heart beating rapidly, torn between wanting to stop this and the need to have him fuck me senseless in the middle of this damn room.
Zuko sluggishly pulled his fingers from my mouth, watching the spit stringing from my lips with a satisfied drone. It was then I realized what he was planning. There’s no way.
We can’t. My mind screaming to stop this before I hit the point of no return.
But the moment his spit covered hand snuck its way up my thighs, fingertips playfully running up my clothed slit, where his dick was seconds ago-
“You can dance with as many guys as you want, love – but you feel this?” Zuko whistled, his fingers pushing aside the lacey fabric of my panties, freely massaging my core. There was no denying anymore. The unmistakable sound of my slick against his prodding fingers, “I’m the only one who can get you this fucking wet, baby – your body knows who it belongs to.”
I swallowed back a cry, two slender digits entering into me with a single push, “Oh gosh, Zuko.”
The burn as he began to stretch me, not bothering to be kind to emphasize his point. But the hint of pain just caused my juices to continue to seep.
Zuko growled, pulling back his fingers slowly, intentionally grazing the sweet spot inside of me. My juices dripped down his hand, my eyes so heavy.
“Please-please, fuck me,”
“You’re not getting fucked by me until you fucking learn. So, tell me, baby, who does this sweet cunt belong to?” Zuko hissed, maintaining his agonizingly slow pace.
I could feel my eyes watering, jerking my hips to quicken his pace. But he didn’t budge, the grip he had over me making sure I couldn’t move, stealing more than he allowed.
I need more; I need more of Zuko right now.
“Do I have to teach you how to talk too?” Zuko growled, and I shook my head with a struggle, unable to focus on Zuko’s words as his fingers pumped.
“Then who do you belong to? That guy there or me? Do you think he can get you this fucking wet? Begging?”
“N-no, I’m sorry, Zuko. Please, I need more.” I sobbed, the pleasure building up in my stomach like tight knots.
I fought to concentrate, Zuko curving his fingers, not only teasing but fully hitting that sweet spot inside of me over and over again.
“Someone isn’t so shy anymore, getting this fucking wet in public.”
“Zuko, p-please. I-I-ahh~” I cried, his pace fastening. It was so much at once, my legs shaking as my head fell into his chest.
My hot breath fanned against his skin, hearing his racing heartbeat. I felt so close to him, consumed. With the slow pace of his finger-fucking to the harsh pounding, a tingling sensation was rising over my skin.
“Please, what, baby? You know the fucking rules. Do I need to teach you how to beg too? Now I’m really fucking pissed off. Back to square one with you.” Zuko warned, grunting in my ear as I drooled.
“N-no, I’m so close, please,” I begged.
I fought against his grip, trying so desperately to hump his fingers. I need to cum, the pressure building. Wanting his pace to fasten, get rougher. Oh my gosh-
“Aww, baby. You’re going to cum?” Zuko teased, his thumb suddenly brushing my clit, causing me to shudder. My walls clenched against his fingers, practically sucking him in as I moaned loudly into his shirt, “Y-yes, Zuko. I’m-I’m going to cum.”
“What a dirty girl. Wanting to cum in front of all these people.”
“Zuko-”
“Make such a big mess as you squirt, letting everyone watch.”
“Zuko I-” I gasped, a warning. Staring up at him with glazed eyes as I felt the coil in my stomach about to snap.
And just like that, his fingers pulled.
The pain, my legs trembling as I looked upwards at Zuko. A single push was all I needed to topple over the edge. Holding my breath as I couldn’t even muster up a sob, “I-I was going to cum-”
“Aww, were you now, baby?” Zuko taunted, imitating my wavering voice, “Well, that’s too fucking bad; only good girls get to cum.”
The darkness in his eyes, shoving my leg off his hip, to bring the hand he was fucking me with to his lips.
My juices spread around his fingers and tricked down his palm, showing off how wet he managed to get me. Lapping away like it was the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted, a drug.
I can’t believe I made that mess. My hands were shaking over Zuko’s chest, cheeks rosy at the sight.
“I’m sorry, I’ll do anything. I’m a good girl, please, just fuck me,” I pleaded softly, my brain still on a high and desperate for anything.
I was so embarrassed, nervous, but I had to stop the pain of my cunt clenching around nothing. The taste of him inside of me yesterday was etched in my mind, and I didn’t think I could survive another round with Zuko until now.
No matter how tough it was to stand, I tugged on his blouse.
“Zuko…” I whimpered, and only then did Zuko’s look soften for just a minute, letting his clean hand caress my cheek, “I’m right here, baby. What do you want?”
“Fuck me,” I pressed.
My eyes were tearing, squeezing myself against him. And feeling him hard as a rock, his cock poking my stomach-
“I’ll fuck you, on one condition,” Zuko hummed into my ear, his hands holding me tight to his body. I moaned, his tongue licking my neck as my hands dropped down his chest.
Unable to resist letting my fingers coyly slide down, feeling the tip of cock over the fabric over his pants. He growled, my thumb caressing the crown, and while I could feel my wetness, I could also feel his pre-cum building.
“Tell me,” I panted, unable to quit squirming, doing nothing more but edging myself.
My orgasm was so close, but no matter how much I clasped my thighs together, it did nothing but irritate me. Unable to finish myself off.
And something tells me if I tried to do it myself, I’ll cease to exist.
It was then Zuko pulled away slightly, lust-tainting his eyes, “The only way I’m going to fuck you is if I punish you. Have that ass of yours red, on your knees, the only words I expect coming from your mouth is ‘yes, Zuko.’”
Why bother acting like I was thinking over his words when I wasn’t?
His words, hunger, causing me to grip his dick harder. Playing with the pre-cum that stained the front of his pants. My hands looked so small as I attempted to hold as much of him as possible, nudging my body up against him once more.
“Is it a deal, love? Letting me punish you as I see fit?”
“Y-yes, Zuko,” I obediently answered. My teasing touches over his cock stopping as I opted to tug on his arm instead.
A wicked smile painted Zuko’s face, “You were made for me, love.”
He grabbed my hand from his arm, yanking me forward, and my eyes narrowed for a moment.
While the light in this place wasn’t even that bright, being cocooned under Zuko’s body had me realizing just how secluded we were.
The music came back to life, people looking exhausted as they continued to dance sluggishly. Not willing to call it quits and go back home, desperate to enjoy the last few minutes of bliss.
How long were we there for?
Not a single person passed us a glance as I staggered over my feet, my heels clicking ungracefully over the tiled floor.
My hand fought to adjust my neckline, brushing back my hair as the build-up sweat from dancing and getting finger-fucked dumb caused it to stick to my skin. All of this while I stumbled behind Zuko.
More drunk on him than any of the drinks I had with the girls.
“Hey, we’ll be back!” Zuko shouted, his voice catching my attention in a sex-craved haze. His hand flew into the air, trying to catch the attention of the others, but my eyes narrowed, spotting something off.
Red smears on the base of his long fingers, dripping onto his boney knuckles. My hand fell over my lips.
Oh my gosh, my lipstick-
“Alright, we’ll be here; Aang and Katara are dancing!” Sokka yelled back, his voice struggling to cut through the music. I shook my head, a detail so tiny that I knew nobody noticed. But I did.
All it was doing was solidifying the fact that I wanted his fingers back inside me now as I bit my lip to control my breathing. Don’t think about it.
Stop thinking- forcing my eyes to look at Sokka, seeing Suki in his embrace.
Dressed up nicely, Sokka’s hair combed back into a top knot. A black shirt with some navy blue pants sporting a shiny silver bracelet that glistened under the light as he stole a gulp from his beer.
The guys- there were all dressed for the club—something I didn’t realize until now.
Suki blissfully sipped away with her drink as she strutted in front of Sokka, his hands caressing her hips, kissing her neck. Whispering something into her ear because she giggled, her face turning red.
Was everyone about to hook up?
I blushed, hiding behind Zuko’s figure. A part of me was relieved that I wasn’t the only sex-starved person in this club whose panties were sticking to me like skin.
My check rested against Zuko’s back, feeling his muscles shift under my touch.
There was no damn way I was going to let Sokka, let alone Suki, see me as I was. Legs trembling as I looked up to Zuko like he was my master. I was always a passive type, but this level of submissiveness wasn’t something I had shown so publicly like this.
I could deal with Sokka’s ten-second fury, but not with Suki’s teasing. Pointing out how I clutched onto Zuko, purring into his body. My body just naturally eased into his shape; my breasts squished as I inhaled his woody scent.
I could feel Zuko stiffen at the sudden embrace, feeling me rub against him with bated breath. “Hurry.” I whimpered, drawing my thighs together as my hands rested over the seam of his pants.
My touch was so dangerously close to him. Feeling the fabric taut under my touch. Just a little bit lower, and I could have him resting in my grasp-
“You impatient little brat,” Zuko hissed, grabbing my hand once more, drawing me behind.
I giggled under my breath, seeing whatever patience that was left in his mind disappeared—effortlessly tiptoeing around the dancing and chatting persons. But while Zuko moved around a few, more so shifted away, intimidated by his presence.
My shoulders pressed against someone before I saw the entrance in view.
“Are we leaving?” I asked, perking as I could see the city lights in view, people taking a midnight stroll along the town. The air already seemed lighter, not as thick, and Zuko looked over his shoulder, “Not exactly; we’ll be close, don’t you worry.”
I titled my head at his comment, the man who guarded the entrance not sparing us a single glance. He must be used to this sight.
Couples sprinting to get back home, the sky the limit.
The white smoke from people smoking began to disperse around us, thinning out the closer we got to the exit, much like how the steam left the hot spring whenever we opened the door. But the smoke cleared as soon as we crossed the door frame.
Our feet were resting over the stone path, a smile falling over me. It was magical.
Taking a deep breath, my ears ringing from the noisy music I had listened to for hours upon hours. The air is so much cooler now that we have left. Even Zuko was suffering under the intense heat, and he was only there for a few moments.
I sighed; fresh air never felt, or tasted, as good as it did right now—the night breeze inducing goosebumps to rise on my dewy skin. My touch dropped over my chest, feeling my overheated skin finally cooling.
A hand caressing my cheek, and I hummed.
“Mmm, ready, love?” Zuko purred with a devilish smile, and I nodded with a bite of my lip.
As much as I wanted to appreciate the exquisitely built wooden stores in front of us. The strung lanterns that illuminated the stone paths, where vendors still sold their handmade crafts despite the time, seeing Zuko in front of me- he’s so handsome.
A picture-perfect guy.
Zuko’s hair stirring under the soft breeze, his lowly buttoned top allowing me to sneak a peek of what was lurking. To drag my long nails down the divots of his muscles, his skin shivering because he cherished my cool touch.
And those pants.
Despite how loose they hung around his waist, they didn’t do any injustice, showing off his thick thighs—knowing full well the maximum damage they could inflict whenever I straddled him.
Yet that distinctive bulge that was still wet from my juices, begging to be released, was what caught my eye. My cheeks were rosy at sight, as I couldn’t help but stare.
With not an ounce of shame, Zuko didn’t seem to mind that if anyone were to stare at him for longer than a second, they’d notice it too. In fact, he seemed proud. Smirking as he saw where my eyes were drawn to.
His hand settled on my lower back, pushing me close to his chest, “Well?”
“I’ve been waiting, Fire Lord Zuko,” I pestered.
While flustered, I had this need to play, and Zuko chuckled, pulling me off the familiar road.
The sound of my heels died off instantly as I aimlessly followed his guide. We were finding ourselves off into a dirt path, unmarked, as we newly made it.
My eyes looked beyond his back, taking in the environment as he walked along the side of the building we were just in until it was behind us. I never noticed…
Surrounding this town was a forest. Wrapping around in its entirety, engulfing the space like a make-shift fishbowl.
Thick bush, high trees that spanned for days. The stars and moon were our only source of light, Zuko not risking to use his flames to guide us.
The elongated shadows, darkness against darkness, a few noises from the wild animals that lived here. The air was seemingly fresher than before, taking a deep breath as we walked.
Fireflies were flying past us, and I giggled, seeing how they buzzed. It was oddly calm, the crisp air causing me to sigh softly.
“Zuko?” I whispered, having to mimic the silence of the forest as he purposely slowed his pace so my heels wouldn’t get stuck in the dirt.
The greater distance we walked, the smaller the lamps of the town began to look. Flickering balls of light that barely lit up the space.
People’s voices were muffled, and the melody that seemed so loud was now background music. I couldn’t make out any details, just seeing stumbling figures leaving while newcomers rushed inside.
Could they see us?
My fingers were dragging across one of the many trees we had walked past. If they squinted and focused well enough, they probably could, couldn’t they?
“This will have to do; I don’t have the patience,” Zuko muttered under his breath, and I perked from behind, trying to study the expression on his face, “Patience for what, Zuko?”
“To walk any further, so you better keep quiet unless you want to give everyone a show.”
Oh-
I tripped on my feet, but it didn’t matter because Zuko’s arms already wrapped themselves along my waist. Green leaves fell over our bodies, as Zuko had my back pinned against the tree with a rush.
Our lips finding themselves in a second, crashing in a feverish kiss.
A kiss, finally.
To feel the softness of his lips against mine, enjoying his flavour, and tasting a bit of myself. I moaned, my hands combing through his silky hair, sighing in delight as our lips moved.
It was rough, messy, deep inhales in between whenever we could find a chance because we just couldn’t get enough.
I didn’t know what to do with my hands, so anxious to touch every single part of Zuko’s body.
Nails dragging along his scalp that had him grunting mid-kiss. His heavy breath over my swollen lips, a hint of his favourite flavoured cigar in his breath. So addictive.
Indulging once more, the flame of desire ignited.
Ghosting the skin of his neck, squeezing his broad shoulders, loving how tiny he made me feel as the bark dug into my skin. His body had me helplessly pinned, but it wasn’t like I didn’t want to be here anyway.
Zuko nipped my tongue, and I rolled my hips against his. D-damnit. Everything about him was so perfect, feeling myself growing wetter, “Zuko.”
My touch dropped, yanking at his blouse- I needed it off.
I needed to feel his bare skin under me. Tugging on the thin fabric, whatever buttons that kept his shirt closed, bursting at the seams.
The golden buttons fell onto the dark earth below, a shirt that would have to be thrown out, but it didn’t matter. Far more desperate to feel his tense muscles under my fingers, a hint for what was yet to come.
“Baby.” Zuko groaned, feeling how I squirmed under him.
Too blissed to scowled me for ruining his shirt as my fingers dipped into his sex lines. I followed the natural curve, finding myself stopped by the waist of his pants.
A part of me was frantic to undo it and unleash his cock from its confines. It was long over-do at this point.
We were skipping the mind-games and gentle caresses that were yesterday because right now, we ran off pure desire.
“I can’t wait anymore, Zuko.” I gasped between kisses, his teeth biting my bottom lip at my remark.
He clicked his tongue in disapproval of my subtle demand, drawing away heatedly.
Whatever was left of my red lipstick smeared on the corner of his lips, only making me imagine how sloppy I looked. A sight to appreciate at my expense, but I didn’t care. I just needed him.
We stood in silence, our laboured breathing filling the night air as the sound of carriages and the disco echoed in the far distance.
This street was a lot busier than I had realized. Zuko’s right, if I’m not quiet-
“You get fucked when I say so, do you understand?” Zuko warned under a ragged exhale. There was no room for negotiations in his tone, and I nodded, muttering a weak apology.
My hands twitched on his waistline, coyly tugging the fabric lower and lower. The tip of cock just a hair away from spilling for me to devour.
“I just, I need you-” I huffed, my foot-stomping in frustration and Zuko had to chuckle. His hand was rising to cup my cheek, letting his thumb rub soothing circles.
“And I’ll fuck you so well, baby, but first-” He adjusted, making me look at him dead in the eye, his expression serious, “Yue, my love, if at any point I’m too rough or you want to stop, tell me, okay? I don’t want to hurt you.”
I smiled, my heart pounding.
The simple things that Zuko does to make me feel protected and comfortable had me glowing. I felt safe with him, and I never felt this sense of security with anyone else but him.
“Say it, love. I want to hear your voice.”
“I trust you, and I’ll tell you if it gets too much,” I recited, my hands leaving the waistband of his pants - hugging his neck as I brought him close.
Zuko looked satisfied with my answer, his eyes drinking up my figure gradually. He didn’t care that I saw how he stared, pride in his eyes for creating such a mess of me with minimal effort.
“Now,” I whirred, bringing his face closer to mine, so our lips brushed against each other. Our eyes were half-lidded, my body arching against the tree as I moaned under my breath.
To feel him, so close, wiggling my hips, “Punish me, Fire Lord Zuko.”
It was instantaneous. The change of demeanor, his hand was reaching for my long hair to pull me back. In his eyes, it was the perfect leash—a way for him to toy and dictate every action he wished for me to obey.
If I hadn’t known better, I would’ve thought he was a different man. Incapable of hiding the shiver that ran down my spine because it was at this moment I realized he knew what I was trying to do.
The games, the backtalk, the pushing. Months of calculated pokes to this morning. I’ve been waiting for this, and Zuko knew it too.
“You tried every fucking day to make me crack,” Zuko asserted, no room to dispute. It was a fact, something even Suki could spot. And I could only guess the others too.
The childish part of me urged me to defy. My cheeks heated as I shook my head innocently under his tight grasp, “Untrue.”
“Strike two.” Zuko snorted, another tug on my hair that would’ve hurt many but merely encouraged my attitude.
“What was strike one?” I pressed, slapping myself up the head.
Why must I always push?
Zuko grinned at my quick response. The hold he had in my hair loosening in tension undeniably impressed at my behaviour despite the circumstance.
“I don’t know, love, why don’t you tell me?”
“I’m a good girl, the pinnacle of well-behaved, so I did nothing.” I jabbed, knowing full well that I was just asking for death.
But I already secured my grave; I might as well milk it.
“Oh, my sweet baby girl,” Zuko sang in a sugary tone, “I guess I’ll just have to spank it out of you. Figure out your damn limits.”
“What-” My eyes widened, the last thing I had expected to hear, let alone experience.
A rough heated moment of passion is what I had imagined, but the look on his face. Zuko was dead serious.
“Flip over before I change my mind and tie you to the fucking tree instead.”
There was a time and place to deny and now was neither. Gulping as I spun around, my hands falling over the rugged texture of the tree bark.
I could feel my feet sink into the uneven terrain, trying to stay up as my nerves ran wild. I struggled to wrap my head around what was happening, but that dangerous coil in my stomach grew.
Zuko’s heavy hand roamed down my back.
He was feeling every silky strap that decorated my back, studying it. I knew of the wicked grin on his face, probably admiring how the simple design emphasized the deep arch of my spine as I mewled under his touch.
Letting the straps snag under the tips of his fingers before letting go. It snapped against my skin, relishing in the dull pain he inflicted before the main course.
“Mm, now bend over and spread those legs wide for me- that’s it, baby,” Zuko groaned as I heeded to his command.
I was pink as can be.
Completely bent, so my hair fell over my head. His feet were nudging my feet apart until he was pleased. The distance caused my dress to roll up, ass just peeking from underneath.
My heels burrowed into the ground. Further cementing myself into this position, my eyes facing the grass.
“I should get a painting of this done,” Zuko bothered, standing behind me as he ran his hands up my smooth thighs, pressing his hips forward.
Purposely letting himself rest over me, teasing my core. I let out an achy whimper, Zuko feeling my legs trembling, “Baby, you’re so desperate.”
“I need you inside of me,” I fussed, so close to throwing a tantrum at this rate. It was like the more frustrated I got, begging and losing my sanity, Zuko celebrated.
Every time he said he wanted to break me, I took it figuratively.
But now, as he hiked up my dress, I felt the night breeze against my backside, “Fuck, you’re going to look pretty with my handprints all over.”
I swallowed.
“Zuko,” I whispered out, seeking comfort, unsure of what to expect from him. I was so naïve, inexperienced, the things I didn’t know I wanted till now. What have I gotten myself into?
Zuko hushed me, a soothing gesture as his hand caressed my backside, the comfort and reassurance I needed at this moment.
“Tell me if this hurts too much, baby-”
My eyes hyper-focused on each blade of grass underneath us, watching it flutter in the breeze. I was holding my breath, anticipating a sudden pain. Blood rushed in my ears as seconds felt like hours.
But the air was still.
What was Zuko waiting for? Doing? Tempted to shift my gaze and look over my shoulder.
As much as I loved nature, even staring at the grass grew boring. Working up another shameless beg, annoyed with his lax attitude.
I felt a sharp slap, me inhaling as my fingers dug into the tree in surprise. Zuko’s whole palm struck, holding it there for a pause.
Quick, unexpected; it took me a second to realize what had happened.
“Did that hurt, baby?” Zuko purred, his voice sounding like he was repressing something. Swallowing his words, hearing him sound so restrained, a testing question waiting for a response.
I shook my head, mumbling a soft no.
At most, it caused my skin to turn pink. The shock of it more than anything, and I nibbled on my lip because I expected more from Zuko.
Was this all he had to offer? Pushing my ass further, attempting to seek his hardened length against me.
I was impatient, needing just a touch to satisfy this craving. To bring back that lost orgasm.
A stupid mistake, because this time, I felt it.
The sound of his hand spanking me, the squeal. If anyone were paying attention, they would’ve heard us, loud and clear. Tears built at the corner of my eyes, legs trembling.
It fucking hurt.
A sting that radiated up my back and down to my toes, a whole-body experience. I could feel my skin he slapped begin to rise; why does Zuko’s hand seem hotter?
As if he was fighting the urge to burn his handprint over me.
“Thanks for being so honest,” Zuko groaned.
The reservedness I heard earlier in his voice was gone, practically grunting as he let his strength arise with little restraint.
He tricked me.
Asking me such an innocent question with such a falsely sweet tone.
Zuko was testing me, a mock trial. Just like how he said, he wanted to see my limits. And knowing him, he plans to push those limits, only to break them. Creating new ones which he could break again because that was just who Zuko was.
“Instead of thirty, I’ll do twenty spanks for being so honest, love.”
Twenty spanks-
I felt it again. Switching to the other side, Zuko’s large hand landed over me. Taking his sweet time to let his fingers dig in my sensitive flesh.
My heels dug further into the dirt, the soles of these shoes beyond spoiled. Those two slaps were holding enough force for my knees to buckle.
It stung, gasping under my breath as I squirmed because it also felt damn good.
Zuko reached forward, grabbing my hair once more. He leaned over my figure, hearing my silent protests, music to his ears.
Spotting his face out of the corner of my eye, his pupils dilated as he stared down at me.
“It seems I forgot to tell you to count.” Zuko frowned as if he was disappointed in himself.
He wants me to count after each spank? The shame of counting my punishment caused butterflies in my stomach.
He’s made me beg, pout, cry in frustration, but this was a whole new level of humiliation that I was oddly modified and intrigued by.
“Hmm, I guess that means we’ll have to start all over again.”
“N-no, please, we’re at two; please don’t start over,” I begged, and Zuko shook his head, placing a kiss on my cheek, “Mmm, when you beg like that, I think you’ve changed my mind. I’m not stopping till you confess every. Dirty. Thing.”
He shifted away with heavy steps; the grass pressed down underneath our feet from his muscular physique. I whirled, the noise of his hand cutting the air before meeting my bare skin filling the empty space.
The burn and that addictive tingling sensation, “O-one.”
Again-
Zuko’s hand was leaving the tender skin before raining over me.
An even pace, not at all phased by how I squirmed, edging him on. I was discovering myself keenly awaiting the pain, and I could feel the redness.
Zuko wasn’t lying when he said he would leave his handprints all over me, dreading the pain of sitting tomorrow. But what did I expect?
Zuko always kept his promises, for better or for worse.
My back arched, “Eight.”
“You’re taking this so well, baby girl.” Zuko cooed, moving his hands over my cheeks, trying to soothe the burn.
It was confusing; the very touch I was melting under was the same touch that had my ass stinging. His body was crouching over mine, his hips thrusting against me once more-
I could feel Zuko freeze, shame engulfing my heart because he felt it.
I was soaked.
Despite the pain, my tears and silent protests as I struggled to count. My cunt was begging to be touched, fighting the urge to play with myself as he spanked me each time.
Part of me was surprised you didn’t see my wetness drip onto the grass under me, creating a damn puddle.
I loathed because I couldn’t control myself anymore. My body rolled against Zuko, moaning shamelessly, feeling his dick slip between my folds. So good-
“This is supposed to be a punishment, not a fucking reward,” Zuko hissed under his breath, his hand slipping under my thong.
I gasped, Zuko drawing upwards, causing my panties to bunch along my slit. The wetness that seeped as the fabric was pulled taut, tarnishing his pants further.
“You’re soaked. Fuck, you really are my cute lil’ masochist, aren’t you, baby?”
“D-don’t say that,” I whined as I pushed my ass further against him, feeling his head rubbing against me.
My own words contradicted my actions because his ridicule had my pleasure rising. So deliciously thick, his cock in between my legs.
Zuko chuckled, “But you are, love. I bet if I push these panties aside, I’d be able to slide right into you, make you feel so full because you love this.”
“Zuko, please-” I cried in embarrassment.
I had no clue what I was begging for, but the sensation of him on me, hearing his groans as he rutted, was making me lose touch with reality.
Zuko let his hand fall over my ass, again and again. I’m losing my mind.
He was so hard, not troubling himself to hide his greedy grunts as he sought his much-needed friction. Zuko used me to his heart’s content while I quivered and drooled, denying everything I wanted.
Admit it, give in-
“I-I snuck out,” I whispered, and I could feel him chuckle. He played ignorant, acting as if he was unsure if he heard me speak, “A little louder, love, I can’t hear you confess.”
“I s-snuck out, and I danced with some random guy!” I cried, admitting whatever came to mind. Whatever I could do to make this end so he could have his way with me.
Zuko hummed approvingly, landing another slap as I counted, “Nineteen.”
“One more, baby-”
I need to end this. I couldn’t deal with the punishment any longer.
“I-I touched myself last night,” I confessed under my breath.
Zuko stilled above me, feeling the heat of his hand just hovering my sore ass cheek. I caught him off guard.
Fuck, I caught me off guard at my confession. Not realizing what I had even blurted in public until he leaned over my figure, grabbing his undivided attention.
His hand combed my hair back. Sweeping my locks behind my ear sweetly and letting his fingers twirl the ends before he gave a gentle pull.
My hair draped to one side, giving Zuko a clear view of my pink face. The tears that brimmed my eyes in frustration and the mouthwatering pain of wanting to cum so badly.
“You did what, love?” Zuko mused, a genuine hint of curiosity twinkling in his stunning eyes.
He was so entertained, not at all bothered caring that he was fucking his length between my thighs, far more interested in what I had to say.
My blush deepened, attempting to look away, but the gentle hold of my hair changed, Zuko sharply tugging.
A warning.
Why did I even say anything? He had no clue about it, and it was also the first time I had ever done something like that before. Why Yue, why?
“L-last night, after you fell asleep.” I mumbled, and Zuko encouraged me, “Do tell; I love a good story.”
“I didn’t plan it; I just woke up so, so, so needy,” I huffed, all because of that stupid- “I had a dream.”
“What dream?”
“A dream of us having sex,” I exclaimed as I pushed myself against him, moaning.
I could hear my voice reverberating throughout the forest, and I bit my tongue. Forgetting we weren’t in the confines of our room. But realistically, not even that managed to stop me from letting the whole kingdom know what was happening, especially yesterday.
And that was exactly what I dreamt of.
Zuko’s husky voice, whispering lewd things in my ear. Wholly consumed by desire, my toes curled as I rode him and felt the ridges of his cock drag along my walls.
“I’ll let it slide, my love. But next time you touch yourself, you better have my permission, or else you’ll have to play with yourself in front of me till you cum.”
Why did his threat make me wetter? Swallowing back another moan because I refused to let him know the idea was tempting.
“T-thank you, Zuko.”
“So she does have some manners,” Zuko muttered under his breath before standing straight.
His hands dragged down the length of my back, shivering as he let his fingers follow the divots of my spine. The skin was thin, and the pleasure heightened.
His touch was oddly soft as if reminding himself of what he was doing before I interpreted.
“Ah, that’s right,” Zuko hummed before retreating.
He slapped his hands on my ass once more.
I jumped, swearing and Zuko laughed, “Not exactly the count I was expecting, but I can let it slide since you’ll experience far worse soon.”
It’s over.
The first time I had ever been punished to this extent had me aching, dazed yet curious for more.
No words were able to explain the satisfaction in my heart when I felt Zuko string his thumbs on the sides of my panties, ignoring the thinly masked threat of his words.
Finally- panting like a wild animal as my toes curled into my shoes.
He was such an ass, letting my panties drop down my thighs leisurely. Further and further, stretching them to the breaking point.
My nails dug into the bark, forcing myself not to kick my legs to make the stupid thing drop to the ground faster. Self-control, something I was learning about today very well.
A lesson I didn’t want. I don’t care if I didn’t go home tonight with those panties, as long as I got to feel Zuko inside me-
“Look, love,” Zuko whispered, and I inhaled roughly as his fingers glided over my folds.
The singular, gentle swipe coating his fingers.
Thick, sticky honey, so precious in Zuko’s eyes as he keenly dragged the wet substance along my swollen lips. Like he was painting, his fingers drawing small shallow strokes.
He didn’t care to apply the pressure he knew I desired, simply playing, watching how I continued to drip down my thighs, my essence leaking.
“I said look,” Zuko grumbled, as I panted under him, “W-where?”
“Downwards,” he answered quickly before letting his fingers slide along my slit. My eyes rolled, his fingers parting me and letting the cool air kiss my skin.
There were so many different temperatures at once.
My feverish skin against the cool breeze, Zuko’s touch burning.
With a struggle, I tried to focus on what he wanted me to see. The last thing I needed was another punishment, my ass a shade of red that I didn’t want to get any darker.
As my half-lidded eyes struggled to see under the moonlight, I could see something glisten between my legs. My cheeks turned pink.
He wanted me to see my panties.
They were soaked, the whole fabric drenched, as if we poured water all over it, "You'd be a fool to think anyone else could get you this fucking wet."
"I know, can you just please-"
"Can I do what, baby?"
"Finger me," I said, blurting the first thing that came to mind as I felt his fingers prod at my entrance.
Just the tips of his nails, purposely drawing as much of my juices as possible. He drove me up the ladder of arousal effortlessly without doing anything. My stomach was clenching as he once again let his fingers push forward but never fully entered.
"Manners."
"Please, Fire Lord Zuko."
"That's my girl," Zuko cooed, planting a kiss on my upper back that would have had me shivering if I wasn't already.
Shoving his fingers in one fatal movement, the burn as I stretched. It was a burn that I welcomed, but Zuko didn't move an inch after that.
Oh, my fucking word- frustration didn't even begin to describe what I was feeling.
"Something the matter?" Zuko laughed from behind, loving every moment.
If I weren't bent over, reliant on him to send me over the edge, I would've killed him. But I knew that no matter how much I touched myself, it never yielded the same results as when Zuko did it.
"I'm losing my mind, Zuko."
"As I said before, this is a punishment, not a reward," Zuko whistled before drawing his fingers out part way and slamming them back in.
I gasped, bucking my hips at the perfect timing, his fingers hitting that sweet spot inside. The stars in the night sky were not the only stars I saw, his pace brutal.
I had to spread my hands, securing my grip on the tree because Zuko wasn't playing anymore. The way his forearm must have looked, muscles bulging and veins popping as he fingered me with a passion.
"Is this what you wanted, love?"
"Yes!" I shouted, eyes rolling as I chanted, "Thank you, thank you, thank you-"
"I wonder if you'll still be thankful in another minute," Zuko purred, his thumb landing perfectly on my nub.
He applied pressure, pushing the hood of my clit back, and I couldn't hold myself up anymore. I was so sensitive; just a tiny direct rub made me cry. Zuko's arm swept under my waist as my hands dragged down the tree.
It was so much at once, the knot from earlier building up again, but stronger. Seconds, a minute at most, was all it took.
Zuko, an absolute monster.
I hadn't felt my panties rip around my ankles, my moans drowning out the sound of lace torn in half. All that was left was a string stuck on my heel as proof I wore panties today.
I was shaking, Zuko able to feel my pounding heart as the hand he held over my stomach began to move upwards.
He yanked my neckline down, and unlike before, where I was still somewhat covered, this time he let my breasts bounce free.
My dress was stretched and wrinkled, covered in sweat, spit and fluids.
"Don't tell me I already fucked you dumb," Zuko chuckled, as his fingers pulled harshly on my nipple, arching my back into him, "I still haven't gotten my dick wet."
"Oh my gosh, Zuko-"
"You're going to cum already," Zuko teased as he heard me stutter.
I can't take it, nodding my head furiously, my thighs pressing tight against his hand, "Don't stop-"
"And what if I don't listen?"
He wouldn't dare.
But the laugh in my ear, panic hitting me as I finally realized why Zuko was trying so damn hard—overstimulating me all at once.
His thumb was rubbing fast circles over my clit, tugging on my perky nipples as he let his wrist snap inside of me. It was like reality kicked in.
He was going to deny me again.
He wasn't going to let me cum.
That obvious threat he spoke to me came rushing back, realizing why I should've never said thank you to Zuko. Flashbacks of me clenching around empty fingers as my orgasm was ripped away from me.
I-I need to fight it.
Forcing my eyes to open, focusing on the building that was only a few steps away. Trying to count how many people were entering and leaving, anything to distract me from the coil in my stomach.
"That's no fun, love," Zuko purred as he nibbled on my ear, rubbing his cock against me so I could feel him throb. He figured out in seconds what I was trying to do, seeing my struggle.
Yue, count the grass if you have to! But I shook my head, drawing blood as I bit my lip so hard, losing this uphill battle quickly.
There's no way I can win this. Admitting defeat before I realized I was even in a battle.
"Please, don't do this to me, Zuko," I cried, helplessly humping his hand, meeting his every thrust despite me trying to resist. It was fruitless, pointless.
"You agreed to this, love."
"I'm so close." I gasped, and just like that, my body tensed. Frozen in my spot as Zuko pulled away from me in a single go, letting me fall onto the grass, twitching.
Denied once again, struggling to catch my breath.
"Perfect," he clapped, proud of his work.
I looked over my shoulder, seeing Zuko smile so innocently towards me. As if he wasn't the reason I was on the ground.
He was crouching down to my shivering figure, raising his hand so he could wipe the drool that dripped from the corner of my mouth.
"I hate you," I pouted, and Zuko chuckled, "Does that mean you don't want me to fuck you?"
I blushed, Zuko getting an answer from my rosy face. No matter how aggravated I was at Zuko. The prospect of having him in me always won.
"I can't move, Zuko, I need help," I shyly pleaded as I twisted my body poorly, trying to face him.
The heels of my shoes made me groan with frustration as I had dug myself into a hole. The weight of my body crashing down cemented me. My knees were as dirty as when we were gardening. I had to yank my foot, one by one, to turn around.
A hilarious show in Zuko's eyes, as he snickered under his breath, unable to look away.
After seeing me struggle for longer than I had wanted, he finally helped.
His hands snaked under my arms, lifting me in one motion. It was the same way Zuko would raise Kiyi whenever she wanted to ride Appa, and I felt even more embarrassed.
Lifting off the grass and dirt, he pressed my back against the tree, my panties in pieces on the grass.
My hands fell over his shoulders, holding onto them for dear life as my exhausted figure rested. But as I tried to steady my breathing, I finally got to see Zuko.
He looked glorious.
The moonlight shining behind him, dewiness building on his skin as he took heavy breaths. His pecs rising and falling, his abs tensing.
He was just as worked up like me; the only difference was he was great at hiding it, especially when he wasn't the one being sexually tortured.
"I'm going to go insane, Zuko-" I warned, my voice rising in volume. No matter how tired I was, I couldn't let go of the tingling sensation. My mind was cloudy, and my answer was to cum.
Zuko merely smiled, and without another word, he got to work. Curling an arm under my thigh, the heel of my foot digging into the ground as all my weight rested on one leg.
It was humiliating how open I was, Zuko hiking my leg, so it was over his hip, my foot dangling behind him.
I was fully exposed, my panties that usually helped me keep some sense of dignity - gone. The blush I sported deepened as Zuko cooed at the sight of my weeping pussy.
He couldn't resist, dragging his fingers to pet me, "So pretty, love."
"Put it in," I begged, unable to watch as he caressed the area around my clit, refusing to touch it directly.
He mused at seeing how sensitive I was as I jerked in his grip. Not even touching me directly, yet I convulsed as if he did. I had no means of moving away, having me pinned perfectly against the tree.
Despite not cumming once, I felt as sensitive as if I had.
"Fucking watch," Zuko growled, and I forced my eyes to fall back down on me. Seeing how I glistened in the moonlight, my essence coating his fingers.
And I was guilty of letting out a happy mewl because finally, Zuko moved his pants past his hips. Hearing his groan of utter relief as his pants dropped mid-thigh.
His weeping cock bounced upwards, slapping his stomach with a wet thud- I moaned at sight.
Beads of pre-cum dribbled from the tip of his dick to the underside. Swollen and an angry red, he wanted nothing more but to fuck. The thick vein running up his length pulsing, already imagining the groans I could pull from him whenever I licked my tongue up and down, hands cupping his balls.
"You're going to watch, love. Watch how this pussy knows who owns it. Who it begs for every fucking night."
"Zuko-" I said as he grabbed himself by the base.
Saturating his cock with my wetness with large jerking motions as he moved his wrist over himself. My breathing hitched because it was so sensual to watch before he finally began to adjust himself.
Running his length against my slit, watching the crown of his cock nudge my clit, enticing a soft cry from me. I was going to lose it—my hands resting over Zuko's chest, nails leaving marks over his smooth skin.
"Who do you belong to?" he demanded.
“F-Fire Lord Zuko.”
“Louder.”
"Fire Lord Zuko," I fussed, bringing my hand to my mouth because I saw as he guided himself into me. I bit into my palm.
It was so lewd.
Gawking with parted lips how Zuko's cock slipped between my folds, my cunt taking him in inch by inch.
I couldn't believe the sight, something so thick entering me with such ease because of how wet I was. But I still found myself holding my breath because the stretch of Zuko's fingers didn't compare to the stretch of his dick.
Despite us having sex the night before, I was still so painfully tight. It should be a crime, being able to feel every ridge and vein, as he throbbed inside of me, "Fuck, babe, you're drooling."
"Be quiet," I moaned, letting my head fall back onto the tree trunk because his hips were finally flushed with mine.
We stayed like that for a moment, the both of us struggling to catch our composure.
Me panting and Zuko hissing as he felt me clench around him. The coolness of the air sizzled against our skin as I basked in the feeling of being pushed beyond my limits with just Zuko - what I had wanted all along.
I'm ready; I need more.
Having him inside me, not moving, was frustrating. And it was me, failing terribly, trying to grind upwards, that caught Zuko's attention. The sign he needed to know I was ready.
He pulled back, forced to watch his raw length leaving me, before pushing himself back in, "Zuko~."
It was a slow pace, but with every roll of his hips, he went deep. Hitting notes I didn't think were possible was silenced by me nipping on my hand, so my teeth left marks.
"Keep squeezing like that, baby," Zuko groaned, his head nestling into my neck, snapping his hips.
My body felt limp, letting my head tilt to the side as he placed messy kisses up and down my neck. His teeth sucking as a hand fell over my breast again, kneading circles around my nipple.
I swivelled my hips against him, meeting his thrusts, and this only seemed to encourage him. His pace quickening, grunting-
"Harder." I begged silently, and Zuko chuckled into my ear, "You sure, baby?"
"Yes~." I sighed, and he slammed his hips against mine.
I gasped, my velvety walls squeezing to the tune of my juices gushing around him. Unable to stop me from tensing, toes curling into my heel, "D-damnit, yes."
"How does it feel, baby? To be fucking stuffed, isn't this what you wanted?"
"Yes, oh my gosh, yes, it feels so fucking good." I cried as I struggled to control my volume.
Zuko's hips pounded, rolling, so his pelvis just grazed my clit, enticing, sinful moans into his ear. My walls fluttered around him, not wanting to let him go for a second.
He clenched his jaw at the sound of me calling his name, ending with a whine. His head was swinging back, no longer tucked into my neck.
"Fuck, I can't hold back anymore."
I perked at his confession.
Hold back?
Zuko's hand left my breast, throwing it beside my face, so the bark dug into his palm. The clutch he had on my thigh was painfully tight, as he held me as close as he could.
The skin of his chest was blushing, heart pounding. It was as if we were suffocating, not enough air for the both of us.
This was probably the first time we had ever felt this level of desperation.
I whimpered, Zuko changing positions resulting in his pelvis rubbing my clit directly. His eyes snapping to mine at my sound, and I saw how his golden eyes were burning—twinkling with the utmost desire, his lips as red and swollen as mine.
"Zuko," I breathed, and he answered, "You got to be selfish today. Now, I'm going to be selfish."
My arms flew around his shoulders, bouncing.
With my hand gone from my mouth, it was sheer willpower that kept me from screaming. Unable to vocalize because I couldn't wrap my mind around anything besides Zuko and his back-breaking thrusts.
Slamming himself against me with the loudest of groans, his eyes falling shut as he felt me squeeze around him. It was like my cunt refused to let him go, Zuko pulling reluctantly only to eagerly snap his hips against mine.
I could feel the sparks, my stomach tensing in utter delight.
It was too much, all too much- I couldn't hold back my moans any longer.
Crying tears of pleasure, just letting my throat burn from how loud I found myself being.
I could hear the footsteps of innocent bystanders walking towards the party; my only hope was that the music drowned out the sounds of my cries as my hair dragged up and down this forsaken tree.
"You want to give a show, baby?" Zuko chuckled, his pace not flattering as he bit his lip.
His face was rosy, seeing his stomach muscles tense as he watched how he slid in and out. A hypnotizing sight as you could see my juices gushing with each draw.
"I-it just feels so good."
"Feels good to be used by me, love?"
"Yes, only you-" I whimpered, as Zuko's words haunted my mind
He was going to be selfish, and this was him doing just that. The trick with that statement was his pleasure was inflicting overwhelming pleasure over me, and I had to push the thought away.
He wouldn't dare- would he?
Raising my thigh higher, the slight shift in angle was all that was needed for the head of his cock to slam against my pleasure point, my mind drawing a complete blank. White flooded my vision, forgetting how to fucking breathe until I heard Zuko calling out with a snicker.
"Don't fucking tap out on me yet, love. Don't you want to cum?"
It was like wiggling a treat in front of a wild animal.
Nodding my head as my voice cracked because I could feel it building for the third time this night. It was a wave building momentum; the moment it crashed, it was going to take everything and more with it.
It hurt so much, the knot in my stomach.
"Fuck, you look so cute when you're desperate," Zuko grunted, his eyes shutting for a moment as he pushed himself against me again.
His pace was aggressive, manic, furiously seeking out his high, and if I got off, it was merely a bonus. At this moment, it was all about him. The situation now sexier because it was such a turn-on to see Zuko seeking his pleasure.
A look that I've only seen a handful of times, groaning freely and into the open air as it mixed with my moans.
"Zuko- just don't ever stop." I cried, arching my back against him, my hands tugging on his hair.
"Fuck, you're going to make me cum if you keep squeezing like that-"
"Aah- I-I can't help it, Zuko!" I huffed, Zuko watching how I bounced on top of him like a doll. The beautiful dress that Suki had bought got its lifetime worth of damage all in one night.
His head fell into my neck, his teeth biting my skin, and I moaned at the pain, "You're so fucking tight. It's like you want me to cum inside you."
Memories of him stilling, practically whining as he spilled his seed and painted my insides white yesterday. It was a sensation I didn't think I needed in my life or I wanted until it happened. And seeing Zuko clench his jaw against my skin, his lips parting as each breath he took was a struggle.
"Please, cum inside of me!" I begged, the knot in my stomach growing tighter.
I couldn't wrap my mind around the fact that Zuko was fucking me against a tree in the middle of a forest. People not even a few feet away could sneak in a free show if they just looked between the trees at the perfect angle.
They would see how Zuko jerked himself off with my cunt; the sweet honey that dripped was his source of lube. My cries of pleasure spurred him on as his pace was no longer even but just mad.
"Of course you'd love that, wouldn't you? Have my cum dripping from your sweet lil' cunt."
"Oh my gosh, yes. I want to feel full." I whimpered, my thighs shaking, toes pointed.
"Go back to the party, let everyone see the dirty girl I have. Drunk on my cock as my cum runs down these thighs." I nodded furiously as Zuko grunted into my ear, "Fuck, I bet you'd even let me fuck you in front of everyone. Show them how desperate and needy you are just for me."
I shook my head, sobbing, just thinking about it so vividly, "I'm going to cum-"
Zuko chuckled breathlessly, his hot breath fanning against my skin as he felt my walls clench around him. The hand he held over my thigh, burning in temperature, I could feel it beginning to turn red.
"You're going to love our wedding traditions. Made for it."
"W-what do you mean?" I stuttered, trying to steady my gaze as Zuko watched.
There was no way I was going to recall a single Fire Nation protocol or custom. Not when Zuko's cock was ramming into me, watching him ready to explode inside of me.
I was biting my lip, raising my hips as much as I could to meet him halfway, our hips slamming.
"Public bedding," Zuko whispered hotly into my ear.
Two words, and my back arched.
I struggled to breathe, shaking under Zuko as he continued. Knowing I was a single push away from tumbling over the edge.
"Imagine it, baby. Me spreading your legs nice and wide so everyone can see how your greedy little cunt swallows me whole."
"I-I'm going-"
"I'll fuck you in every single position so they can see what a good fucking girl you are."
"G-going to-"
"By the end of it, the only thing you'll know is my name, and my name only-"
"Zuko!"
"Get on your fucking knees."
Zuko abruptly let my leg drop from his hip. I was relying so heavily on him to hold me up against the tree that I dropped like a rag doll.
I was panting, trembling, staring up at Zuko like he was the moon, seeing him hold his cock in his hand, jerking.
"Open up, love-" He purred, and without a thought, I wrapped my lips around him.
My knees were digging into the dirt, his hands tangling themselves in my hair. He pushed himself down my throat in one go.
Quick to get to work as I swallowed his length, gagging. My button nose was touching his pelvis, tongue lapping on the underside, feeling that thick vein that ran down his shaft pulse, "That's fucking it, baby."
A satisfying groan, his hands forcing me to stay still, his cock lodged deep. The sensation of me gagging around him and the tears that brimmed my eyes was the final push he needed.
"Don't spill a single drop."
I felt him explode.
Groaning and grunting the whole time as his hips twitched. I was swallowing around his length as I tasted him. Thick and creamy, moaning and the vibration of my desperate humming had Zuko bucking himself further into my throat.
My hands had found their ways to his balls, making sure I milked him to the very last drop.
The whole time his head tossed back, as I stared and watched as he unfolded above me. His dick twitched in my mouth, the hold he had over my hair finally loosening as he sluggishly dragged back.
Only then did Zuko look down at me, a crooked smirk, as his hand caressed my cheek. A proudness in his eyes, "You did so well, baby."
With one last lick, my tongue dragged along his softening cock as he pulled from my mouth. I had licked him clean.
I was exhausted.
So mentally drained and sniffling as Zuko tucked himself in his pants, watching how I sat in my puddle of sexual frustration.
All I wanted to do was cum. So desperate, rutting against the grass seemed to be the only solution at this point.
"What's wrong, love? Aren't you excited to go back and enjoy the night with some dancing?" a voice deliberated.
Zuko's hands were toying with the band of his pants, adjusting the fabric to no longer hang so dangerously low around his hips. He forged this illusion of ignorance.
Acting as if nothing was wrong, that I was terrific.
My hands slamming onto the grass beside me, wincing because his stupid gold button pierced my skin-
"I just want to cum!" I cried out, bursting into a fit of giggles.
So frustrated and annoyed - spending so much time being upset, I couldn't wait anymore.
My hands fell over my face, makeup smeared, and lipstick gone without a doubt, especially after that throat-fucking. But not like it matters because the non-stop blushing from today was good enough to replace my usual makeup.
I just wanted to cum.
That was it. That was all I wanted, and my thighs kept tensing, and even the lightest breeze had me shivering.
I was right on edge, so close-
"Love." a voice hummed softly from right across me, their breath fluttering over my hands.
I froze, my fingers dropping from my face, down onto my lap, alarmed. Not hearing or sensing his movements, fluid and quiet like Aang's light steps.
Zuko, squatting on the ground in front of me, a smile on his face, "I was going to fuck you again when we got home and let you cum then, but-"
"But?" I repeated, and he reached forward, his hand caressing my cheek, "I don't feel comfortable pushing you any farther for now. And I think...I need to remind you how much I love you."
My heart thumped as he guided me towards him with the tip of his finger.
Our lips touched, and I found myself smiling because it was like walking on a cloud. Soft, romantic, Zuko's hand brushing my hair back as he hummed a soft tune.
Our song.
"A warm bath, cuddles, anything you want-"
"I just want you," I whispered, pulling away softly. My hands fell over his lap, only to realize how I looked.
A mess.
My breasts were exposed to the elements, my nipples hard from the cold breeze. My ass was sore, heels filled with dirt as pieces of Zuko's shirt and my panties decorated the scene of the crime.
As if Zuko could tell, he let his hand reach. He was adjusting the seams to provide me with the decency I had wanted. He respected my wishes.
The Zuko now versus the Zuko two minutes ago. I got to see an aspect of him I've longed for a while. He trusted me.
"Thank you...for showing this side of yourself."
Zuko sighed, "I don't want to scare you, make you do anything you're not comfortable with-"
"But I want this too, Zuko, and I'm scared you don't trust me to accept this."
"But I do."
"Then don't hold back again, baby-steps," I smiled, before planting a kiss on his lips, "And you never know, maybe I can be in charge one day."
Zuko snorted as if the notion was utterly outrageous.
I pouted. Why was the idea of me taking charge so silly? Another challenge for another day as he raised his long fingers, flicking my forehead at my comment.
Rather than pulling back after that painful attack, he let the pad of his finger hold position. Applying pressure until my head tilted, my back bending, "Zuko-"
I found myself sprawled on the comfortable thickness of the fresh green grass—the long blades tickling my skin. My gaze was forced to stare upwards, in awe of seeing the stars above between the large tree branches.
"It's so beautiful-"
"A sky full of stars, and he was staring at her,” Zuko whispered, feeling his touch slide up my calves.
I blushed the poem, 'Love Letters to the Moon.'
Long forgotten about, a book I wanted to read while in the bath. I was feeling him rest his hands under my knees, supporting them upwards.
My head tilted, curious to see what he was doing. Propping myself on my elbows to ask until Zuko slowly spread my legs wide.
My balance was ruined, tumbling onto my back and recognizing the cold breeze against my exposed core, in face level with Zuko.
"What are you doing-"
"Treating my future wife as the Queen she is."
My back arched, hands burrowing into the dirt as a soft sigh escaped me.
Zuko's tongue, slowly licking up and down my slit, his hands softly caressing my thighs to soothe the twitches.
My hips bucked into his mouth, his whole mouth laid over me. Parting my folds so he could lap my sweetness.
I could feel the rosiness in my face, like the pink flowers that decorated the kitchen. Whimpering, the sight of the stars above and the whistling trees made it seem like it was only us in the world.
With him, I'd never feel lonely...my eyes fluttering shut.
His teeth carefully nibbled on my clit, and I hitched in a breath. Taking in a deep inhale of the fresh air, sweet and calm.
"Zuko~" I hummed, my fingers pushing into the dirt because his touches were so gentle.
Like a feather against my skin, Zuko let his tongue roll over that sweet spot, continuing to pleasure as I rose into his lips. Faint noises left my parted lips, chest rising and falling at a fastening pace as I felt my skin tingle.
Every single orgasm that was built and denied had me sensitive, unable to stop my limbs from shivering as jolts of pleasure would randomly spike.
As if Zuko knew, he handled me so delicately.
Keeping his touch warm, letting himself draw pointless circles along my inner thighs, "You're doing amazing, love, beautiful."
I melted under his soft praise, my toes curling, "It feels good."
"I know, baby," Zuko cooed, flicking my clit as he smiled. Loving how I gasped and arched, humping my face against him for more, "I want to taste more of you; you're so sweet."
I blushed as his pace began to pick up, my pants soft and deep. Whimpering because I could feel that twist in my stomach.
It was so intense, overwhelming; I could feel my heart beating rapidly in my chest as I found myself falling down a hole before I realized it.
"Z-Zuko-"
"Shh, baby, I got you-"
"I-It's too much-"
"Cum love, I'll catch you, I promise," Zuko hummed. Seeing his soft eyes peering from between my legs, a smile reaching them.
I burst into tears as I finally came.
It was like a dam was released, feeling myself squirting embarrassingly hard. My vision was white as I held my breath for who knows how long.
I couldn't control my limbs, my thighs clenching around Zuko's head, as his tongue maintained that slow, delicate pace.
The whole time his eyes watched over me protectively, following how my lip trembled as all the tension in my body finally broke. A peace washing over me.
With a soft roll of his tongue, lapping whatever he could from my slit, he slowly pulled away—kneeling between my legs, looking down at me.
I was embarrassed. How silly I looked in his eyes. Laying on the grass with tousled hair. I raised my arm to cover my face, but Zuko's grip was faster.
Carefully resting his figure over my body, so his face was up against mine, not giving me the chance to move away.
"That was single-handed, of the most beautiful things I have ever seen," Zuko buzzed, planting a kiss over my nose.
"D-don't lie-"
"I'm not," Zuko grumbled, nudging his hips forward, and I gasped. How is he- "Zuko!"
He smirked, "Only you can do this to me, love."
I giggled, shaking my head.
His hair was falling over the sides of his face, mixing with my locks. I didn't realize my hand was outstretched, tracing his scar until he let his face rest in my palm. His own eyes were shutting.
I could stay like this forever. The peace of being outside. A calmness that only the night could offer.
"How did you realize?" I asked, and Zuko didn't bother opening his eyes, "Realize what?"
"That we snuck out."
"Easy. You don't wear bras."
I gasped, snorting at Zuko's comment, and only then did Zuko open his eyes. A sheepish expression was painting his face.
"The guard was pretty convincing; I'll give him that. But I wanted to sneak in a little treat in your bathrobe pocket, only to see a bra that I don't think I've ever seen you wear."
I mentally slapped myself.
That stupid red bra-
This is why I hate bras. They hurt, they dig into your rib cage, and they get you in trouble when you try to sneak out into parties.
Zuko tapped my nose, "I have to say, I'm quite impressed, though. You would've gotten away with it if it weren't for the bra."
"So you aren't mad?" I implored, and Zuko shook his head, "Mad? Quite the opposite, fascinated. I didn't think you had it in you. You keep me on my toes."
So if he wasn't mad- I raised a brow, "So what was all of this about?"
My hands were dramatically waving around us, the gesture alone enough to convey my point.
Zuko merely shrugged, a devilish smirk on his face, "The start of many new twisted adventures...and a little help from Suki."
He rolled his body, using his core to ease his way off me and back onto his knees. I couldn't help but stay a few moments lying on the grass.
Catching sight of the stars passing by, twinkling as if they were saying hello. I wonder if there was a book that I could read about the stars? I knew Aang had quite an extensive knowledge; maybe I could ask him?
"Ready to go back to dancing, love?" Zuko asked, and I shifted my view back towards him.
He was dressed.
Ready to go, tucking his blouse not to make it so apparent that the button on his shirt was gone. And I opened my mouth to answer before shutting it.
Was I ready?
I wanted to have him spinning me in circles. Sharing drinks as we cuddled at tables when we needed a break. It would be a joy, everyone having a blast. But-
"I think...I want to go home, Zuko."
He looked at me stunned, looking back at the party, where the music was blasting. People were still entering, joining in on the fun as if the night just started. And Zuko's eyes fell back over me, skeptical by my decision.
"I thought you wanted to hang out with everyone-"
"I do, but...I think everyone already had their fun. I saw how Sokka and Suki were dancing, Aang and Katara went dancing as well, and then you have Toph hooking up with who knows…" Zuko listened to me ramble, watching how I twirled with my fingers across my chest, "I want to go home and have a mini-dance party in our bedroom. Just me and you."
Zuko outstretched his hand to me, his fingers beckoning me.
"I'll tell the guards to send up a bottle of wine."
And I smiled up at him, daintily letting my hand rest over his, "And some chilled whiskey for my husband-to-be."
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