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ZUKO
The water hitting his bare back is freezing cold and sizzles when it comes in contact with his burning skin. The heat inside his body only grows with every day he spends in the Western Air temple. Or to be more precise, with every cold glare she gives and every time she moves like the element she wields. She promised to end him and he believes that she might just do exactly that.
He should be sleeping right now. The moon is high in the air and the group has retreated to their chambers for the night. Not him, he needs to release this fucking tension. And the bathing room gives him the privacy he needs.
Streams of frigid water cascade down his body. Over the planes of his hard abdomen and over the ridges of his hard cock. His balls are tight with need and ridged length, eager to plow down into someone soft and wet.
But his hand will have to do, because he knows for sure that he will not find a willing volunteer to elevate this heat. Zuko grits his teeth as he places one hand on the rock wall and pumps his other up and down with raged strokes. The rush of water hides his pants and his shameless tugs.
“What are you doing?”
Her voice is just too familiar now, since it haunts him day and night. Always with that same tone of anger and lace with the betrayal he caused. He blocks the memory of the one time where her voice was soft and sweet.
The muscles in his shoulders and the hand wrapped around his erection freeze. Getting caught should be enough to douse his arousal, but no, her presence makes it only worse. Drops of precum run over his index finger.
“Taking a shower.” His voice sounds like gravel and he hangs his head in his neck, letting the water fall in his face. Zuko is trapped in the haze of lust in which he thought he could let loose for one private moment.
He expects her to run, but when he turns his head sideways, he finds her standing in the door opening. His mouth dries when he notices that she’s only dressed in her white wrappings. He roams his eyes over the expanse of caramel skin and the dips and curves of her body.
“Are you jerking off?” She clamors and perches her hands on her hips.
His hand has a mind of its own and is leisurely moving up and down. He looks from his swollen cock back to her. “Yes, and it’s rude to interrupt someone in the shower.”
Katara balks and swings her arm backward. “The door was open.”
She makes no move to leave and Zuko raises an eyebrow at her. “And as you can see, it’s occupied.” Zuko straightens and doesn’t bother to hide his naked body. “So please leave…” His words fade when he catches her eyes roaming over his body. They linger on his raised endowment between his legs. There is a heat to those ocean blue eyes, which he hasn’t seen before.
He almost cannot believe what he sees, but the clench of her thighs is not something he’s imagining. He swallows the burn in his throat. Fire threatens to consume him from within. “Unless you want to join me?”
“You’re ridiculous.” Katara says, sharing his sentiment.
“No, I’m fucking horny and I’d rather you’d replace my hand.” The raw truth bounces off the walls. Steam clouds rise from his skin as lust only further drags him down. He should be ashamed, but his body is too occupied to feel anything other that the need to fuck.
“You hate me.” She counters as if she’s debating and could it be… considering.
“No, you hate me.” Zuko says and locks his jaw. Skin stretches over his knuckles as he balls them into a fist. He hates the fact that she does, but he can’t fix that now.
“I do.” She confirms and lifts her chin. She is good at pretending, but he sees the flush on her cheeks and the increased rise and fall of her chest.
Why are they arguing? It seems they have more pressing matters than arguing who hates who.
Zuko takes a slow step towards her. “I think you look really good in those wrappings.” He makes sure she sees the heat in his eyes and how it draws over her skin. “And I’m sure even better without.”
Katara scoffs and her mouth turns into a grimace. “You’re disgusting.”
He holds her eyes and waits a moment for her to leave. He can see the war in her eyes. Her head telling her what she knows, her skin flushing with the heat within. He knows the war within all too well. Wanting something you shouldn’t, wanting someone you shouldn’t. Speaking the words alone feels like treason.
He moves his eyes to that downturn of her mouth. Her lips jump with the struggle to stay down. Her lips are full with a seductive pink flush.
“Hmm, that mouth of yours, I want to fuck that too.” The words are out before he can stop them. He grits his teeth and takes a slow breath. She messes with him in every way possible. “You better leave now, Katara.”
For once he hopes that she’ll listen to him, but of course, she doesn’t.
“Or what?” Katara challenges.
He crosses the short distance between them and more steam rises around them. “Or I’m ripping those wrapping off and using that warm, wet pussy of yours to get off.” He lifts her chin with his thumb and index finger. He wants her to see the promise in his eyes. “And you too, of course.”
“Confident much.” Katara scoffs, but her stance falters. Her hands moves to grip his biceps and he can feel the slight dig of her nails into his skin.
“You want it too.” He says when the realization hits him. He moves one hand along her side and over her hip and she doesn’t move away from his touch. He savors every inch of her soft skin beneath his palm
“I don’t want anything from you.” She spits back in a pathetic attempt to convince herself. Her words come out weak and do nothing to weaken his resolve. Resolve that she created by staying here.
“Why are you still here then? Why are you letting me touch you?” He lowers his mouth to the column of her neck and smirks when Katara gives him better access.
“Just because…” Katara swallows as her words taper off in a breathy exhale.
Zuko takes the first taste of her skin and nearly loses control. She tastes like vanilla and ocean breeze. He moves his lips to the shell of her ear. “Because your horny as fuck too, that’s why you wanted to take a shower after everyone went to sleep.”
He laces his fingers in her hair and sucks on a spot below her ear. “You have needs, just like me.”
He pulls her closer and until their bodies are flush together, trapping his erection between them. “You want someone to fuck you hard and forget this godforsaken war for a moment.”
“Stop talking.” Katara says and pushes against his chest, creating space between them.
Fire builds in his throat and releases with his sharp exhale. He expects her to turn around and walk away. To let her head win from the need in her core. But what she does next has him nearly swallowing his tongue.
Smooth caramel skin expands when she unties her wrappings and her full breasts come into view. When this war started she was still growing into a woman. But the years have shaped her body and it makes his mouth water. He stands there stung for a moment and only able to watch every movement as she sheds the last piece of fabric from her skin and drops it in the corner of the room.
Katara places her hands against the wall and pushes her curvy ass slightly back. “Just sex, nothing more.” She says it as a warning, as if there will be consequences if he doesn’t adhere to her threat.
Zuko would scoff if it wouldn’t come out as a groan. His dick is ruling his mind right now. And it only sees that pink, wet entrance for his pleasure. Zuko pulls her towards him until her back clashes with his chest. Her skin is colder than his. The contrast between them is fascinating. Her skin is smooth and so soft.
He draws a hand over the curve of her hip and pulls her backside against his hot arousal. The little gasp is satisfying to his ears and he wonders what other sound he can pull from her. Could he get her to scream in pleasure. The others would hear, but he doesn’t care. Let them.
“Don’t worry, You can hate me again in the morning.” He whispers in her ear and sinks two fingers between her folds and starts circling over the swollen bud between her legs.
Another gasp and then a sweet, little moan. He can’t help smirking and he lowers his mouth to her neck. He sucks harder than he should, but something inside him wants the others to hear and see the evidence in the morning. With his free hand, he roams over her exposed chest. He draws circles over her hard nipples until more moans fill the air.
Katara clenches her jaw as if she isn’t completely giving into the war inside her. She starts to move her backside into his aching dick and he bites down on her shoulder, before cursing.
He wants to sink into her so bad, he wants to fuck her raw. He lets her go and pushes her forward until she’s trapped between his chest and the wall. She presses her hands against the smooth surface to catch their momentum.
“Do it.” She says through gritted teeth. “Don’t coddl—“
Zuko doesn’t let her finish that sentence. He’s already lining up behind her and pushes all the way into her soft heat. They both groan and can’t hide their pleasure.
“You want it hard, waterbender?” Zuko asks as he digs his finger into the soft flesh of her hips. He can’t help looking down to where their bodies connect.
“Like you hate me.” Her words drip with the anger she holds onto. She doesn't want it to be loving. She wants him to make her stop thinking or she might come to her senses.
Zuko doesn’t wait another second and plunges in and out of her with a reckless abandon. Agni, she feels good.
The sound of her moans and the obscene slaps of their wet skin bounces off the walls. The sight of the curvy waterbender at his mercy brings him nearly over the edge. But he won’t lose it before her. He will show her that there is something he’s good at.
Zuko wraps an arm around her chest and pulls her up. Her back hits his chest and he moves his hand downward, over her breast and abdomen to her bundle of nerves. She lifts her hands and they find purpose in his hair.
“Let go Katara, let me feel you come.”
He keeps pushing into her over and over. She does exactly what he asks and she becomes impossibly tight around him. Her nails scratch over his scalp and pull at his roots. Her back arches and her climax floods their connected parts. Everything stands still for the moment as she falls. The fire inside him becomes all consuming and he releases the scorching demand. He fucks every drop of lava into her tight pussy and roars fire in the air away from them.
He holds her a little tighter and tastes her skin one last time. He knows he has only seconds left before she goes back to hating his guts. Back to where every glare and every wield of water brings him further to his end.