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Katara circled her clit with the pad of her thumb, back arching off the bed as she teased it senselessly.
It had been months since Katara had time to herself, months since she’d been able to find some sort of release due to the stress pent up inside her. As soon as everyone left the house, Katara ran to her room, shucked off her lower wraps, and collapsed onto the bed with the hope of relieving some sort of tension.
Still, as her thumb worked her clit, she found it… difficult to get aroused. Usually, it took a few moments for Katara to get fully stimulated, but as of late, Katara found herself struggling.
Closing her eyes, Katara tried to let her mind wander, filtering through her designated images that help heighten her senses. For some reason, her mind drifted to the early morning, an image of a half-naked man moving easily through the motions of a kata. She focused on that image, rubbing her clit back and forth, yearning for some sort of pleasure.
Her fingers teased her entrance, but she was met with resistance.
With a groan, Katara spread her legs open wider, focusing on the figure moving in her mind, the rippling of his back muscles, the twitch of his biceps as he moved. She began panting, planting her feet on the mattress as she continued to work her clit, a low moan escaping past her lips as she did.
Without any warning, the door opened suddenly, someone shouting, “Katara! Katara are you -? Oh, Agni! Shit! I’m sorry!”
Katara gasped, yanking her hand away from her core and crossing her legs in an attempt to cover herself up. Standing at the door, his hand gripping the knob as his cheeks flared red, was Zuko, keeping his eyes averted so he was no longer looking at Katara’s naked figure.
“Zuko!” she shrieked, scrambling under the covers as she felt her cheeks burning hot. “What the fuck are you doing!”
“Sorry! I heard - I heard you yelling and I just - I thought you were in trouble and I - well, it was stupid of me!” Zuko stammered out, throwing his free hand in the air and still keeping his gaze planted firmly on the ground.
“You heard me yelling and assumed I was being attacked?” Katara questioned, doing her best to keep her voice steady. “Damn it, Zuko! Why are you here, anyways? I thought you went out with the others?”
“Everyone split up and went their own ways,” Zuko explained, cautiously raising his eyes to meet Katara’s and sighing when he found her to be reasonably covered. “I bought komodo chicken and rice for dinner, along with some vegetables, and I was going to ask if you wanted to help me cook.” He blinked, eyes trailing along her covered body as he took a step back into the hallway. “But, uh, I can see you’re busy so I’ll, um, leave you to it, I guess.”
Katara groaned, pressing the heels of her palms to her eyes as Zuko began to close the door behind him. Zuko, who looked very good shirtless and she sometimes found to be very attractive.
“Wait!” she called out, tearing her hands away from her eyes so that she could sit up quickly.
Zuko paused halfway out the door, glancing back at her with a confused look on his face.
“I, um… I’m kind of having trouble,” she explained shyly, her cheeks burning even hotter than before. “It’s been a while and I’m… not as horny as I’d like to be.”
“Ah,” Zuko mused, taking a step back into the room. “So what does that mean?”
“I can help you with dinner?” she offered, her heart hammering in her chest, hoping Zuko caught the bait at the end of the line.
“Or,” Zuko said, stepping further into the room and closing the door behind him, “I can help you get off. If you want me to, of course. You can say no.”
Their eyes met, Zuko’s golden irises glowing in the sunlight that bled through the curtains. Katara’s breath hitched in her throat as she watched Zuko’s eyes begin to dilate, black almost swallowing the gold that surrounded it.
“Yes,” she answered finally, pushing the covers away from her body, kicking them off with her legs so that her lower body was bare before Zuko. “Yes, I’d like some help.”
Zuko stalked towards the bed slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. “Are you sure?”
Katara swallowed. “Yes, I’m sure.”
He kneeled on the bed before her, placing his hands on her legs and stroking her bare skin so that she shivered at his touch. He spread her legs out further, scooting closer on his knees so that he hovered over her, his touch still like lightning on her skin.
“What - what are you thinking?” she couldn’t help but to ask, feeling that familiar ache throbbing between her legs, anticipation coiling in her belly.
“Well, I was thinking I could use my mouth on you,” Zuko answered, his voice even.
Katara felt her eyes widen at his words and dropped down to her elbows as Zuko’s hands settled under her knees. He hooked her legs over his shoulders with ease, then grabbed her hips to pull her closer.
“Have you ever done this before?” he asked softly, thumbs rubbing circles in the divots of her hip bones.
“No,” she replied honestly, feeling Zuko’s hot breath ghost over her core. “Only - only fingers.”
“Hmm, just fingers?” Zuko asked, pressing open mouth kisses to the inside of Katara’s right thigh.
She moaned, letting her head fall back as Zuko’s teeth grazed her skin. “Just - just the one time,” she added, hoping Zuko understood her answer.
Of course, Katara remembered the fumbling of bodies, of skin gliding against skin as Jet whispered praises in her ear, his hips thrusting into her slowly so as not to hurt her.
Even then, that had been years ago.
“Okay, Katara,” Zuko murmured, moving to her left thigh and repeating the action. “I’ll take care of you. But if anything becomes too much, you let me know, got it?”
“Yes,” she replied, dropping down from her elbows and onto her back, allowing Zuko to raise her hips with as much care as possible.
His mouth was warm against her, gentle even, and she shuddered at the first pass of his tongue along her slit. He tapped her hip with his forefinger, repeating the motion of his tongue so that Katara let out a soft mewl of appreciation. She could feel him smiling against her skin, smug at her undoing.
“Keep - keep going,” she choked out, burying one hand in his hair, her fingers tugging at the roots.
Zuko hummed, giving her clit a gentle suck that caused her to writhe beneath him. The pressure of his tongue sliding inside her had her squeezing his head with her thighs, her back arching off the bed as he pulled her body even closer.
“More,” she begged, her opposite hand fisting the sheets beside her. “More.”
Zuko just doubled his efforts, his hands now settled on the curve of her ass, holding her steady as his tongue delved into her over and over again. Katara squirmed, her ankles locking on Zuko’s back, trying to bring him even closer, even deeper. Occasionally, his tongue would flick over her throbbing clit, causing Katara to moan helplessly, rutting her hips against his face.
Sensing what she wanted, Zuko nipped her sensitive bud, teeth scraping her skin. With one last hard suck, Katara cried out in pleasure, her arousal coating Zuko’s chin as her thighs trembled. Still, that didn’t stop Zuko; he continued to lap his tongue into her core, coaxing her through her orgasm.
“Fuck!” she cried, her chest heaving as Zuko’s hands caressed her thighs with featherlight touches. Carefully, he unhooked her legs from his shoulders, placing them tenderly onto the mattress. Her thighs were coated with her slick, that throbbing between her legs beginning to dissipate.
Katara glanced up at Zuko, watching as he sat back on his feet and he wiped his mouth and chin with the back of his hand. His eyes were glassy, his hair slightly moussed from her fingers tangling in his roots. He gave her a satisfied grin, the curve of his lip tantalizing.
“Feeling better?” he crooned, hands caressing her legs once more.
“Yes.”
“Was that okay?”
“More than okay,” Katara replied, relishing in the feeling between her legs. Suddenly, her eyes dipped down Zuko’s figure, catching on the bulge in his trousers. She propped herself up on her elbows, raising an eyebrow as she glanced back up at Zuko. “It seems I might be able to return the favor.”
Zuko turned a steady shade of pink, his hands sliding off her legs so he could shuffle towards the end of the bed. “Oh, no, Katara, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it, I can take care of myself.”
“Please, Zuko,” she asked, pouting up at him. “It’s only fair, isn’t it?”
“I…” he started, furrowing his brow as he rubbed the back of his neck.
Katara sat up fully, raising herself to her knees so that she could shuffle over to Zuko. Holding his gaze, she palmed at his clothed erection, the low hiss he released music to her ears.
“Are you sure?” he gritted out, clenching his teeth.
“More than sure,” Katara answered, placing her hands on his shoulders so that she could shuffle them on the bed, moving him into position where she once laid. “You helped me, now it’s my turn to help you. Got it?”
Zuko nodded aggressively, helping Katara as she tugged his trousers down his hips, freeing his throbbing length. She moaned at the sight of it, pushing Zuko’s shoulders once more so that he laid on his back. He kicked his trousers off impatiently, pulling up his tunic and shirt so they weren’t in Katara’s way.
Katara settled between his legs and grasped his cock in her hand, giving it a light twist so that Zuko groaned and bucked his hips into her hand. She couldn’t help but smirk in response, leaning down so that she could press her lips just below his navel.
“Katara,” Zuko rasped, bucking his hips into her hand again.
Slowly, Katara enveloped Zuko’s cock in her mouth, letting the tip sit on the flat of her tongue as Zuko moaned in pleasure. She pumped her hand at the base of his cock, her free hand splayed out along his toned stomach. She felt his abdomen twitch beneath her fingers as she took more of him into her mouth and swallowed around him.
Zuko fisted the sheets at his side, his back arching off the mattress as Katara swallowed again. Her hand continued to stroke what she couldn’t fit into her mouth as she bobbed her head up and down his cock, savoring the salty taste of him on her tongue.
“Yeah, Katara,” Zuko murmured, his abdomen twitching again. “Just - just like that.”
She hummed around him, repeating the motions, listening as he moaned above her, noting what he took pleasure in. One of his hands gravitated towards the top of her head, fingers threading through her loose curls.
“Just like that,” he repeated, panting as Katara worked.
As she continued, Zuko laid still, his fingers massaging her scalp in an almost lazy manner. She gave him another hard suck, causing him to buck his hips into her mouth. Tears formed in her eyes, but she didn’t stop.
Suddenly, with a guttural cry, Zuko tugged Katara off his cock, saliva and precum trailing between the tip and her lips. He wrapped his free hand around hers so that they could pump his cock together until Zuko came with a moan, hot, sticky cum spurting between their fingers and onto onto his stomach and tunic.
He was breathing heavily, their fingers still wrapped around his softening length.
Finally, he cleared his throat. “We should, uh, get cleaned up.”
“Oh, yeah, right,” Katara agreed, releasing her hold on Zuko’s cock and sitting back on her feet. She shivered, barely registering that her lower body was still completely naked.
Zuko slid off the bed, finding his discarded trousers on the floor and tugging them back on over his legs. Katara watched him carefully, her eyes roaming his body. He glanced back at her, smirking when he caught her looking. She felt the blush in her cheeks as she averted her eyes, sliding off the opposite side of the bed so she could find her wraps.
“Did you still want to help me make dinner?” Zuko asked nonchalantly, making his way back towards the door. “I need to wash up first, though, and I’m sure you do as well.”
“Yes,” was all Katara could find herself saying, her mouth suddenly going dry.
“Meet you within the hour?” Zuko asked, opening the door and raising his good eyebrow at her.
“Mhm,” Katara hummed, nodding along as she began to rewrap her lower sarashis around herself.
“Great,” Zuko replied, his voice somewhat smug. “See you soon.”
With that, he stepped into the hallway and closed the door behind him. Not even finishing her wraps, Katara flung herself back into the bed, avoiding the mess Zuko left behind, so she could scream into her pillow.
Despite the fact that she just got off, she was still horny, and it was all Zuko’s fault.
“Stupid,” she muttered to herself, slowly getting back off the bed.
With a final huff, she made her way to the adjacent bathroom she shared with Toph so she could run a cold bath.