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“Fire Lady Katara to see you, your majesty,” the guard calls. Katara stands straight as possible, her face is the blank slate that she’s learned to mask her normally expressive face with in the few years of living amongst the Royal Fire Nation Court.

“Entrance granted,” Zuko’s deep baritone booms from behind the large doors.

The guards open the door and Katara directs her attendants to stay back before she steps forward and firmly closes the doors behind her.

“My Lady,” Zuko greets without looking up from what he is working on.

Katara clenches her jaw in irritation but smooths out her features before speaking.

“My Lord,” she greets without bowing. That was the one thing she’d promised she’d never do, no matter how much higher the Fire Lord ranked above their respective consorts. She would not bow to Fire Nation, distant friend or not. Arranged husband or not. Thankfully, it was never something Zuko brought up and he was the only one who ranked above her in the nation. The court could gossip all they liked. In terms of rank, they were below her. Whether they liked it or not.

“I wished to discuss something personal with you.” Instead of taking a seat as she generally did when she came to his office, she moved closer, stepping right up to his ostentatious desk. Partially to catch his attention and partially because she wanted this request to be for his ears only.

She could tell from the pause in his writing that she’d taken him aback, but still he did not look up.

Fine then.

“I’m just going to be blunt with you,” she announces, standing right in front of Zuko’s ornate desk with her hands clasped across her stomach primly.

“I want you to fuck me.”

Pin-drop silence greets her quiet but firm words. She takes a distant sense of schadenfreude in noticing that Zuko’s writing hand has slipped, smearing ink all over the document he was working on, rendering it irredeemable.

His mouth has flopped open and his gold eyes are blown wide open as he looks up at his wife in complete and utter shock.

Katara suddenly can’t make eye contact with him so she points her gaze on his forehead with laser-sharp intensity, in hopes of giving the illusion that she’s looking directly at him.

She can’t back down now, she’s already in too deep with that intro. She’s got to keep going with full confidence even if she’s currently wishing for Toph’s earthbending abilities so that the earth could swallow her whole.

Fake it till you make it. Fake it till you make it. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s a simple request of mutual benefit. If he says no, he says no. 

Chanting the mantra over and over again helps her from freaking out over the fact that he still hasn’t answered her!

To her immense horror, Katara starts to babble.

“I’m pregnant, as you know. And... my hormones are all…” she waves her hand with an air of purposeful casualness that she most certainly does not feel.

“They’re all over the place, so to speak. Normally, I’d deal with this on my own, however I haven’t ever felt it to this extent.” She’d honestly thought the damn Fire Nation doctors and Gran-Gran were exaggerating about pregnancy lust but Tui and La, it quite literally has her standing here propositioning Zuko in the middle of the afternoon!

And Zuko, spirits damn him, is still quiet. He’s looking at her as if he can’t believe the words coming out of her mouth.

Fake it till you make it, damn it.

“You are my husband so I felt that it would be best to speak with you,” she says. “I know we have a schedule and that it’s on hiatus now that we achieved our goal, however, I thought-”

“Okay,” he interrupts, finally speaking after what feels like a thousand years. 

“that-” she blinks rapidly. “Okay?”

“Okay,” His raspy voice is oddly choked and he's looking at her in a strange way that somehow sends swooping butterflies fluttering through her lower abdomen.

“Well- good then,” Katara turns away elegantly, hidi- no, placing her nervously shaking hands inside the voluminous sleeves fire-nation robes tend to have.

“I shall see you tonight then,” she nods at him as coolly as she can before sweeping out the door. Her attendants who’ve been waiting outside against the opposite wall, line up behind her like little turtle-ducklings and she leads them in the direction of her quarters.

She’d done it. She'd done it. Now she just needed to come to terms with it. And prepare. Spirits, she only had a few hours before the sun would set to get ready.

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I’d usually deal with this on my own. Deal with this on my own. Deal with this on my own.

Katara’s words ring through Zuko’s head over and over again, disrupting his ability to focus on the work in front of him.

I’d like you to fuck me.

Great Agni, they’d only been married for three years and Katara is already working on killing him. First through her sheer stubbornness in court and now through this?

Zuko breaths deeply through his nose in an effort to calm himself down. How could some simple words from her have such a strong effect on him?

He knew, he knew that he’d be more than fine with the physical part of their marriage. Being attracted to Katara was never the problem. She is easily one of the most beautiful women he knew.  However, their marriage was one out of necessity and they’ve yet to break down the initial awkward phase of their political match. 

Not to mention that she had been with Aang and he with Mai, when they’d been subtly pushed into this arrangement. It had strained their entire group dynamic and had made things even more awkward between himself and Katara even once they'd made their decisions. 

He had hoped that they’d at least manage to find a working relationship as friends but somehow over the three years they’d been married, the two of them had grown even more distant.

Zuko simply didn’t know how to bridge the gap that had grown between them or how it had even happened in the first place. He had thought that they’d reached an understanding after their “life-changing Zuko field trip’ as Toph called it, but it was as if the forced marriage had completely erased much of the progress between the two of them.

They simply provide a united front in front of all others and keep their distance from one another unless dealing with ruling the Fire Nation.

He had tried, Spirits, he had tried. And he knew she had put in effort as well. But every time they make progress something would set them back. An argument, a disagreement, etc…

The only thing regular with them was the scheduled, monthly conjugal visits, the Fire Sages traditionally insisted upon in order to bear an heir for the Fire Throne.

Those... those were, at first, one of the most awkward moments of Zuko’s life, having very little experience in that respect. However, he likes to think that he had done his duty in making sure it was not unpleasant for his wife. And he knew he thoroughly enjoyed her lovely body even if he wished at times to do more. 

I’d normally deal with this on my own.

What did that mean? Had he been lacking in any way during their unions? Furthermore, Zuko thought, had she been interested in- in visiting more than once a month? Could she have had the same, shameful, depraved thoughts he'd been harboring for years now?

Zuko had always thought that he had been the only one with such desires and had always felt shamed for desiring a woman who did not desire him in the same way… But maybe she did. Maybe, Katara had simply kept quiet as he did.

I’d normally deal with this on my own.

He groans, banging his head on his desk.

Agni, he could just picture her on her bed. Dark brown skin, gleaming gold in the flickering flame-light. He could hear her soft sighs, see as she played with her breasts slowly, enticingly. Pinching and rolling her dusky nipples between her fingers. She’d trail her fingers down her torso slowly, teasingly, and eventually reach the apex of her glorious thighs. He imagines her-

“Minister Shen, here to see you, your majesty,” his guard's loud voice interrupts his fantasy to Zuko’s annoyance.

“Entrance denied!” he barks, before standing up and moving toward a panel on the wall that would lead him into a secret tunnel and out into the halls near his rooms.

He had a… problem to take care of and a plan to make so he wouldn’t fuck things up tonight.

She came to him. She desired him, even if it was only the pregnancy talking. More importantly, she was trusting him. She had been honest in her desires in a way that he had not had the courage to be.

Tonight had to be perfect.

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"Need help?" Katara whirls around, away from the mirror by her vanity to face the doorway. Zuko is standing against the closed door, half smiling. Something about his gaze sent shivers down her spine.

“I– Yes. Could you…” She gestures to the necklace and spun around again, hoping her cheeks weren't flushed.

She is incredibly aware of every footstep he takes, and of his presence in the space behind her. His body temperature is like a furnace radiating a comfortable heat that makes her close her eyes in relaxation.

He begins to work at the necklace clasp in an effort to open it.

Every touch of his fingers on her skin is like receiving a particularly powerful tingle, as if he is bending incredibly tiny lightning with each finger, designed solely to make her tremble. 

She is quite certain that he's purposefully brushing his fingers across the nape of her neck more than necessary to get the necklace off, and by the time she finally hears the clasp come apart and feels him pulling it away, her heart is beating at an almost painful speed. Maybe she'd bitten off more than she could chew...

“Thank you,” she says, trying to keep her voice steady.

She is about to take a step forward when Zuko grasps her gently from behind in a soft reverse-hug. She flushes as she felt him bury his face in her loosened hair and molds his body against her back. 

“Zuko,” she says softly. She feels him move his face down and then feels his lips pressing softly into the side of her neck as he nuzzles into it.

Katara couldn’t have held back the soft moan that left her lips if her life depended on it. Tui and La, he's being so– so affectionate! It's doing things to her that she can barely sort out. She’d thought they'd have a quick tumble-and-go like usual but this…

Zuko is taking his time. In a way he never has before.

Her body seems to be no longer under her full control as her head instinctually tilts to give him better access to her neck.

He begins placing hot, open-mouthed kisses all up and down her neck and shoulder, each spot more sensitive than the last.

Katara can't help but press herself sensuously against his firm body. She can feel him hard and ready against her. 

“Katara,” he murmurs in between kisses. His voice is raspy and deep and it rumbles through her entire body, straight to her cunt. 

She breathes out a shuddering sigh and squeezes her thighs together in response. Katara can't honestly remember the last time she was touched so gently. Not that Zuko wasn’t gentle but they were rather perfunctory in their duties. She feels almost embarrassed at coming undone at such simple and faint touches right now. Spirits, but the pulsating ache in her cunt and belly is delicious.

“Agni, you’re beautiful,” he breathes, nipping at the skin on the junction between her neck and shoulder, sending more lovely tingles down her back.

His fingers slide over and under the shoulder of her robes, each brush against her skin affecting her more and more.

“I want you,” Zuko says in between his kisses as his other hand moves up from her abdomen, towards her silk-clad breasts. "Gods, I want you. You have no idea how much."

His admission sends her already speeding heart into overdrive and she can't help the little whine she let's out in response.

He just barely cups the underside of her breasts, not quite touching her the way she wants, to her irritation.

“Do you want me, Katara?” He pauses his actions, both the kissing and the caressing of his wandering hands.

Damn it, she should’ve known he’d want to hear her say it. He liked to control everything, she thought. But… Zuko liked hearing affirmations, this she knew. He thrived off positive reinforcement when it came to friendships and relationships in general. It probably wasn't so different here, she reasons. And she so wants him to continue…

“Please, Zuko, please,”  Katara breathes, undulating her body back against his firm frame over and over again, feeling his hard cock against her backside just tempting her. “I want you to fuck me.” She repeats her earlier request breathlessly, wantonly, shamelessly. She's beyond caring about anything as frivolous as shame right now.

She's barely gotten the last word out when, to her shocked delight, Zuko whirls her around and pushes her a couple steps backward and up against her bedroom door, pushing his mouth against hers in a fierce kiss. 

His tongue slides along her bottom lip and into her mouth with a practiced familiarity and she sighs and parts her lips for him. She wraps her arms around his neck and clings to him fiercely, pulling him closer. 

His hands are trailing a heated trail all over her body. Her hips, her barely rounded stomach, her neck, her hair, her face. For some reason, he can't seem to get enough of touching her face. He holds her jaw and then her cheeks and runs his fingers through her hair. All the while, Katara takes a secret pleasure in how big his hands were; in how small she feels in his deceptively delicate hold. 

Despite the intense, frantic energy he had started with, Zuko now takes the time to kiss her slowly and carefully.

He pauses, his forehead touching hers and when he doesn't return to kissing her after a moment, her eyes slowly blink open. He is looking down at her face, gold-yellow eyes blazing intensely.

Katara’s heart flutters. She’s never seen him look at her like that. There were times where she was sure he had looked at her with desire during their quick, practical unions. But this… the intensity in his look is something else. And she thinks she sees a flash of unidentifiable emotion as well. 

She reaches up and pulls his hair towards her and with a deep groan that sends shivers up and down her spine, he is kissing her again. It's rougher now. More savage. Her hands grasp at his broad shoulders as his tongue slides across hers again, mostly to steady herself more than anything. 

She fully feels that If she lets go of him it's entirely possible that her knees would give way and she would collapse.

One of her hands, drifts downward trailing up and down his firm chest, getting a good feel of his excellent body. The other tugs at his hair more firmly. She is rewarded with another gasping moan. Hmm, it looks like he liked having his hair pulled. She absently files away the new fact for... later.

There is an almost burning, throbbing sensation between her legs, especially when he glides a hand up her side and brushed his thumbs against her hard nipples over and over again.

His hand then moves daringly down her bare right leg through a slit in her robe, tracing tantalizing patterns up and down. Her right leg, which Katara now realizes, has somehow found its way around his waist without any input from her.

Zuko moves his lips back to her neck and sucks on her pulse gently, distracting her from her thoughts, and then reaches down to press his fingers against her cunt. He pulls back in shock at seeing that she is bare and wet and wanting . 

“Fuck , Katara. You’re so-”, he groans in awe before pressing her back against the door. 

His deep, raspy voice full with desire for her, sends her belly into flutters. She cuts him off by pulling him into another fierce kiss.

He sighs into her lips and flicks his fingers just so against the little bundle of nerves between her legs, pulling a shuddering whine from her throat. 

“Zuko.  Zuko, Zuko, please,” she chants as he sets an unforgiving pace with his fingers. Each ping of pleasure sends her into a flurry desire. She arches her back and presses further against him wanting to feel more, wanting to be consumed by him.

It’s almost sad at how close she is but she is at a point of no return and has zero fucks to give at this point.

When he suddenly stops, Katara opens her eyes and unintentionally pouts at him, aggrieved.

“Zuko!” she practically whimpers. “Don't stop.” She presses herself against his hand again in an attempt to convince to continue what he was doing.

The bastard has the nerve to huff a soft laugh at her, as he leans down to nip at her lips.

“Patience, Fire Lady Katara. I’m taking you to bed.” He pauses, then teases; “Unless you’d like me to take you against this door?

She sighs in irritation at his words before he lifts her other leg and wraps it around his waist as well, easily lifting her towards her bed. 

There’s something about the way he lifts her so easily, in how he doesn’t falter and wraps his arm tightly around her, that sends another thrill through her.

He presses a kiss to her lips as he lowered her onto the bed and Katara bucks her hips against his, pressing herself against his hard cock, pulling another deep groan from him. She does it again and again, until his breathing is heavy, his kisses slow and hot, and her body is on fire.

He breaks their rather messy kiss, to look down at her with dilated dark eyes, his gold iris only a thin ring around his pupil now. His lips looked deliciously red and kiss-swollen, she notes with a possessive sense of satisfaction. She did that to him. She's made him look positively debauched. It's her that's turned him into a panting, wanting mess.

“Katara, now is the time to tell me to stop. If you’ve changed your mind–”

Katara interrupts him with a roll of her eyes. “Zuko if you don’t fuck me into this bed, so help me Tui, I will go and find the nearest good-looking guard and get him to do it.”

Zuko’s face darkens and he snarls. 

“No one touches you, Katara. No one sees you like this, do you understand?”

He deliberately rolls his hips down into her over and over again and watches as she bites her lip in an effort to stay composed. It's so difficult when she know there's absolutely nothing separating them except for the thin cotton fabric of his pants. She can feel every hot inch of him, everything really.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes! Yes, fuck , Zuko.”

Feeling like she might actually explode from weeks of long-held tension, Katara reaches down between them to palm the hardened curve of his cock through his pants. She is rewarded with a low groan into her neck that sets her on fire. 

He takes his time undoing the robe ties and sliding it off her, running his fingers through her hair again, trailing them over her face, down her shoulders and over and over again before he finally, finally, starts to pull the robe off.

Katara lifts her arms to encourage him. Her breasts slide out from under the fabric, and she hears his sharp intake of breath before the robes are completely over her head and violently tossed behind Zuko.

When she sees his face again, he looks as if he’s been hit in the head with Appa’s tail. He's looking at her like it's the first time he’s ever seen her. Somehow despite, knowing they’ve laid together numerous of times (she's pregnant for fucks sake!), Katara feels oddly shy under his hot gaze.

He stars at her laying underneath him in nothing but what she was born with. His eyes are dazed, their golden color now almost entirely obscured by the black of his pupils. 

Katara feels herself throb again like a mini heartbeat between her legs, just from that look alone.

“Fuck,” Zuko mutters, eyes still dragging up and down her, seemingly incapable of saying anything else, and Katara can't help but preen, looking at him from under dark lashes.

Zuko looks far too good—shirtless, long hair loose and falling down his broad shoulders. His pants pulled tight around an very obvious bulge, his abdomen ever chiseled from fire-bending practice and his sword-training. Kneeling like this on the bed he looms over her in a way that makes her heart skip a beat.

His breathing quickens as he takes her in, eyes drifting along her as if deciding what to do with her first.

He leans down, pressing a soft kiss on her lips once more, before moving down and dragging his hot tongue down her neck in a searing trail. His tongue laps at her neck, her sensitive collarbone. He nips and sucks at her chest and keeps going down, down, down.

The moan Katara lets out is positively sinful when he finally reaches her breasts and takes one of them into his mouth, swirling his tongue around her dusky nipple and teasing gently with teeth.

She pulls at his hair again, urging him for more. His other hand moves to roll and pinch her other breast between his fingers in a way that shoots down straight to her wet cunt.

For a man, who’d been quick, dutiful and perfunct in all their scheduled meetings before, he sure knows how to play her body like an instrument, she thinks dazedly. When she’d decided to ask him for help, she’d never imagined he’d take her like this.

Spirits, she’d thought she’d push him down, convince him to let her ride him, take her pleasure and he’d leave as always. This initiative he's taking is… thrilling.

He's, rather skillfully, simultaneously managing to tease her nipples by flicking his tongue over them and then sucking at them, all the while, his hand is driving her just as crazy on her other breast. The way he rolls her nipple between his skilled fingers, twisting and pulling in ways that are just the right amount of pleasure-pain is divine.

“Oh, Spirits, Zuko,” she gasps. “Please, please. You’re making me feel so good, Zuko, please.” She knows she's babbling now but she can't bring herself to care at the moment.

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When Zuko finally lifts his mouth from her chest, she is a shaking, languid mess underneath him. 

He leans up over and gently pushes her further down the bed so that she is less in his lap. Now, she is lying flat on the bed, her curly dark hair fanning around her head like a crown.

When he’d first entered her room, he hadn’t bothered knocking. He had expected that they’d talk a little before beginning. But upon seeing Katara in only a little silk robe in his colors, his inhibitions had left him.

She’d invited him. She’d asked him. She wanted him. And now seeing her wearing such an enticing thing for him, whereas during their scheduled visits she’d simply wait for him beneath the covers so that they could start?

This… this was something else. How could he have ever stopped himself?

He twists his fingers around her wet nipples, teasing her, watching her eyelids flutter helplessly. Watching her plush lips gasp open with each touch. He traces a path down from her breasts, to her sternum and lower towards her belly just barely round with his child. A vicious satisfaction courses through him at the thought of her growing round with his seed, that he’d put there. If she asks, he’d give her more. So much more. He'd fuck her again and again, until she asks him to stop.

Katara moves underneath him, her eyes looking up at him beseechingly. Zuko smirks, he knows what she wants But she needs to ask him first. He likes knowing that she wants him like he wants her. Like he's craved her all these years together.

“What is it?” he says innocently. “What do you want, Katara?”

She growls at him, glaring. “I want your fingers on me. Now.”

Her boldness is enough to make him pause surprised delight before he smiles roguishly, leaning down to nip at her lips. 

“As you wish, my lady.”

He begins with feather light touches on her inner thigh, teasing her again. Moving his hand to brush against her aching, sodden cunt, again and again.

“Zu- ahhh ! Zuko, stop playing!” A firm pull on his hair from her, sends a thrill down his back and he turns his head to lay a soft open-mouthed kiss on the inside of her wrist.

Finally his fingers find her clit again, and he brushes against it. Katara tenses completely and lets out a strangled sound he is quite sure she’s never made in front of him before. He's determined to wring even more delectable sounds from her by the end of the night. He wants to catalog each and every one.

She writhes under him as he alternates between rubbing slow, steady circles on her clit and dragging a finger up her slit, groaning when he feels how slick she is.

He bends down to nibble at his favorite spot, the junction between her neck and shoulder. It's always such a sensitive spot for her.  “Katara. You’re so wet for me, so good for me.”  

She moans something unintelligible and he chuckles, before sitting up on his knees to grab her thighs and pull her down closer to him. He spreads her legs wider and put his hands under her bottom to lift her hips.

“Zuko…” She sighs as he lowers his face and runs his tongue right where his fingers had been.

Agni, she tastes as good as he had hoped, and Zuko loses himself for a moment. He holds her roughly, burying his face between her golden-brown thighs. He presses his tongue hard against her clit, feeling the firm bundle of nerves. He wants to taste all of her and pushes as deep as he can. Taking one hand to rub her clit, Zuko moves down to slowly lick between her lower lips. 

He could watch her like this forever. Watch as her back arches and her hands grab wildly at his hair. When he moves slowly, she pushes down against his face, urging him for more. When he licks and sucks at her cunt with even more eagerness, she shudders against him and whines desperately.

With his fingers and tongue, he urges the sounds he’d long been denied from her.

“Please. Please .” Her begging is a ceaseless murmur, her hips undulate against his face when he slows, in an effort to get him to continue.  

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Katara nearly jumps when she first realizes what he is intending to do. However, any protests die neatly as she nearly screams when his mouth moves to her clit and lightly sucks. She is pleased when he adds more and more pressure, bringing her waves of pleasure higher and higher. 

Her head falls back and her back arches in an attempt to press closer, to seek the pleasure he is giving her.  “Don’t stop,” she pants. “Please don’t stop. ” She reaches for his hair again, threading it between her fingers, and begins to fuck his face earnestly without any of the shame or mortification she’d normally feel.

She hears him groan from between her legs, and he begins flicking his tongue faster and faster, dragging dizzying feelings from her body.

He hums into her and the resulting vibrations has her shaking on the bed. Her abdominal muscles flex as she rolls her hips into his mouth, seeking more.

When she looks down to watch him between her legs through half-lidded eyes, her heart almost stops as she sees dark, golden eyes staring upward directly at her, unblinking. Taking in her every movement, every sound that leaves her mouth, every reaction she makes. 

“Zuko please.” She sobs and Zuko flicks his tongue harder and faster. 

“ Yes,” Katara practically sobs, as the pressure inside her builds and builds, approaching a breaking point. “Yesyesyes— Tui and La —yes!”

He laps at her cunt once more and then takes her clit in his mouth again and suckes, hard, and Katara breaks. Wave after wave of pleasure course through her like ocean waves lapping at the beach.

This time she actually does let out a scream as tremors of white-hot pleasure rip their way through her entire body. She shakes and convulses on the bed, fingers still gripping Zuko’s long hair. 

It feels like it went on forever. When it finally subsides she goes limp, panting, her teary eyes squeezed shut.

“Wow,” she murmurs, still pleasantly warm and relaxed, despite the building ache he is already coaxing again between her thighs with his tongue, though he carefully avoids her clit for fear of over-stimulation, smart man. 

Zuko lets out a soft laugh as he pulls away from her and moves to place a soft kiss on her lips. She can taste herself on him, which sends a surprising pang of arousal through her.

“I knew you’d taste so good,” he sighs between kisses. “Imagined you sitting on my face for so long.” 

Katara lets out a startled, breathless laugh.

“I’d crush you, Zuko!”

He pulls back to give her a lazy grin. “What a way to go. I’d die happy.”

Katara struggles upward, bracing herself  awkwardly by the elbows on the too-soft bed. Her face is flushed and her curls cling to her sweaty skin.

“I’ve wanted you too– for so long, Katara.” He hesitates his hand reaching out to cup her face.

Heart thumping, Katara lets out a garbled noise at this admission of his, grabs his chin, pulls his face to hers again, and kisses him. He kisses her back for a long while, though it is tender and soft, and for a moment everything slows down.

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Zuko kisses his wife slowly, languorously. Taking his time to enjoy her.

“I want you in me now,”  she murmurs against his mouth after a few minutes.

He lets out a strangled groan and nodded eagerly.

He presses her gently against the bed, one hand holding her hip. The other he uses to reach down and release his aching cock from the confines of his loose pants. 

Carefully, he adjusts himself so that he can tease her with the tip of it, moving up and down in slow movements that pulls moans and gasps from both of them.

“ Zuko,” she says urgently.

“I know,”  he murmurs. “I know.”

He looks down to see the immensely erotic sight of his cock entering her slowly, inch by inch, spreading her open.

She is so wet that his cock slides easily inside of her and he closes his eyes when manages to fully sheathes himself inside of her. For a moment he doesn't move, just holds her hips still and savors the hot, wet feeling of her encasing him tightly. 

“ZUKO!” Katara reprimands breathlessly. She purposely clenches hard around him and it tears a shaky sob from his throat. Unable to stay still, he is soon fucking into her in slow, deep movements. 

He nips at her bottom lip, tugging at it, until it is red and raw. 

Katara moans and gasps as she clenches around him again and again, sending him spiraling. He presses his face into her neck and begins to thrust faster, deeper, harder. 

Katara responds by wrapping her legs around his waist tighter, opening herself up for him to access her better. The angle he is fucking her in now, makes them both groan as it allows him to press deeper, and makes her feel so much fuller. She wraps her arms around his back and her breathy moans and gasps are sending him over the edge almost as much as the feeling of her tight cunt around him does.

All he can feel is her. All he can hear is her. All he can smell is her. Her hot, little cunt fluttering around his cock, pulling him deeper and deeper inside, milking him. Her sighs and gasps in his ear like music. Her scent of specific perfume he only associates with her and her arousal filling his nose, making him harder.

Zuko keeps up the pace he's set, barely pulling out before slamming back in. Fucking her well and good into the bed.

“I want you bent over my desk.” he rasps. “Against the door. In my bed. On my throne, riding me.”

“Yesyesyes. Tui and La, please, Zuko,” she pants, pushing her hips tight against him in an effort to match the frantic pace he is setting.

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Katara sobs, feeling that familiar ache and pressure build up again as Zuko fucks her. As he whispers his filthy desires into her ears. 

She feels so full and hot as his thick cock fucks into her over and over again, mercilessly. 

Whimpers and pleads fall from her mouth as she seeks out that peak she is almost at. Zuko lifts his head and takes her face in as he reaches down between them, to brush at her clit.

This action nearly sends her reeling, the waves of pleasure from her sensitive bud nearly pushing her into a second orgasm. 

He works her clit faster and she rocks against him instinctually. 

Zuko sets a faster, brutal pace, one hand on her clit. He fucks her into the bed with long, hard, deep thrusts of his cock, each thrust pulling a choking gasp from her lips. 

His body presses against her, covering her, and yet she doesn't feel suffocated. She feels protected. She also knows that a tiny part of her loves how bigger than her he is, how easily he covers her body with his, skin to skin, chest to chest.

“Zuko,” she moans, lifting her knees higher and wider so he can reach deeper yet. 

“What do you want?”

She can't speak.

“Tell me what you want, Katara. Use your words.” he orders in a deep, demanding voice. It sends a pang of pleasure straight toward her cunt and she clenches around him again.

Katara– Katara doesn't know how to do bedroom talk. She doesn't want to say anything embarrassing but with her mind dazed from pleasure she has no filter and speaks the desires that are already in her mind.

“I want you to come in me, Zuko. I want you to fill me up, please,” Her voice is ragged as she begs him.  “I want to feel you in me, feel you dripping out of me.”

Maybe she would’ve felt embarrassed, if it weren’t for how Zuko moans out a curse and how his pistoning hips stutter against her at her words.

“Katara, Katara, fuck. I’m going to fuck you so good. I’m going to fill you up, I promise,” he croons into her ears.

“You just need to come with me, ok? Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

The hand on her clit and the intense manner in which he is fucking her most certainly has something to do with her orgasm but Katara feels that the way he croons sweetheart into her ear and begs her to come with him has a significant part as well. 

The next thrust of his hips combined with the pressure he has on her clit, has her breaking that wall that kept her from peaking. She sees stars as waves of pleasure hit her over and over again. The whole time, Zuko fucks her through it, steady and powerful. This orgasm is so much more intense than the first and feeling and hearing  Zuko taking his pleasure from her simply adds to her own. 

He whimpers attractively, his hips stuttering erratically against her as he comes inside her, filling her up with his hot seed.

He holds her tightly against him, riding the last waves of their pleasure together before going still atop of her.

After a moment, Zuko presses a shaky kiss into her neck. Then another. And another. He reaches for her lips and she allows him to press soft, little kisses over and over again.

Carefully he pulls out of her and rolls to the side. To her surprise, he doesn't get up to leave. Instead, he reaches out an arm and pulls her to his chest, before burying his face into her hair.

She wants to question him but she feels completely worn out and tired. Within minutes, she feels herself drifting away with his comfortable heat against her back.

Fine. She’d talk to him tomorrow.  

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