Burning Desires || Zuko x Reader x Sokka

|| Chapter V ||

 I woke up, daylight peaking through the drapes.

"I see you woke up." I turn to see Zuko sitting to the left of my bedside. "I caught you just in time before you-" He stopped. He stood up as he brushed his hand through his hair. He appeared to be in only his underwear as his shirt was off, showing his rippling muscles and bulging biceps. I could see a newly formed burn mark on his chest. Sitting up, I placed my hand on his mark. He turned to me.

"Don't provoke me." I leaned in, remaining eye contact with him.

"What if I want to?" I asked teasingly. Zuko threw me down with his beastly hands. He fiercely pulled my nightgown over my shoulders making me not only naked, but completely vulnerable.

"Zuko... what're you doing?"

"I'm going to show you how a real master does it." He spread my legs apart as he grasped onto my thighs. His tongue traced down from my chest to my hot, voluptuous hoohaa cooter pussy. I moaned as his tongue was able to explore me, twisting and turning in and out. He then flipped me over onto my knees and plunged straight into my bum hole. My booty jiggled as he thrust, going deeper each time. The pain was excruciatingly delightful. I grasp his back, scratching him from the pleasure.

We ended up fucking our way over to the balcony where Zuko and I performed right before the entire nation. We 69'd as I sucked his giant, tender sausage and a while later he knotted my guts. I embraced his thighs as he began choking me. I gurgled as his honor filled up my mouth. I wished this would never end. We went on like this for another 7 hours as we explored each other in 7 positions. Sokka never did this to me.

I cuddled Zuko as we both lied in my bed completely bare.

"Y/N?" Zuko asked, pulling me in tight. "Don't leave me." I looked up, making eye contact with Zuko as he smiled down on me.

"I wouldn't dare."

The next few weeks were like heaven. Zuko and I would be sneaky, fooling around behind curtains and in hidden rooms. He even would sneak into my room at night just for us to have a little more fun. However, after that it only went downhill from there.

I walked through the hallway as I admired the many paintings. A family picture containing young Zuko had especially caught my eye. I assumed little Zuko was around 7 or 8. He looked so innocent, I felt bad that his father only wanted him to become a monster. What a tragic life to live.

Out of nowhere, I hear a murmur, someone speaking. I peaked around the corner to see a door cracked open. It sounded like some sort of discussion, maybe even an argument to say. Ever so carefully, I glanced in to see who it was: Zuko and Iroh. Iroh was furious, something I had never seen before. Zuko yelled at him while banners burned along the wall.

"Zuko!" Iroh said. "Is this really what you want?" I leaned in hoping to hear what it was they were arguing about.

"I must kill the Avatar! For my honor!" I gasped, echoing through the hall. Zuko and Iroh turned to see me while tears streamed down my face.

"How could you." I said through clenched teeth.

"Y/N, wait!" I raced down the hall, escaping to the garden where I hid in a bush. How could I forget what a monster he was? I trusted him only to see him be a backstabbing bitch. What an idiot I was! Thinking he cared for me. He was just a liar like the rest of them, rotting in hell.

"Y/N, please, let me speak." I stayed silent while he called out to me. Eventually, the calls had quieted down and I was left alone. I wept as I hid in the bush, thorns poking me all around my body. I could hardly feel the pain, since all I could feel was heartbreak. Despair and rage filled me. I cried out to the spirits asking "Why do I deserve this?" but of course, there was no response.

Alas, I quieted down as my whimpers dissolved into the breeze. I breathed in and out in attempts of calming myself. Then, out of nowhere something touches me: someone's hand. I look over to see-

"Sokka?"