All About Trish

“college is absolutely nothing like this” “why are we writing four people on the team scoring a hat trick in one game” “so tech work is nothing like this, hope that helps!”

Zuko x Reader x Sokka love triangle

tags!! smutt(in later chapters),love tri, jealousy, threesome,etc..

the beginning of it all~ (This is part 5)

psa- i dont own the edits all rights go to the authors on tiktok

"Come on," Sokka said, appearing at your tent at dawn with two fishing poles and an infectious grin. "We're going on an adventure."

You blinked sleep from your eyes. "An adventure?"

"A fishing trip. Just you and me. I know a great spot about an hour from here." His expression softened. "I thought we could use some time away from... everything."

He meant away from the tension, from Zuko's intense presence, from the weight of the situation you'd all found yourselves in. A day to just be, without the complicated feelings pressing down on you.

"Give me five minutes to get ready."

His grin widened. "I'll be waiting."

The walk to Sokka's fishing spot took you through a beautiful stretch of forest, following a stream that gradually widened into a river. Sokka kept up a steady stream of commentary—pointing out edible plants, telling stories about fishing trips with his father, making you laugh with increasingly ridiculous jokes.

"And then the fish said, 'That's not a worm, that's my wife!'" he finished, looking at you expectantly.

You groaned. "That's the same structure as your boomerang joke."

"It's a classic structure! It works!"

"It really doesn't."

"You're laughing though."

He was right—you were laughing, the sound bright and genuine in the morning air. "I'm laughing at you, not with you."

"I'll take it." He grabbed your hand, tugging you forward. "Come on, we're almost there."

The spot he'd chosen was perfect—a wide, calm section of river with a sandy beach on one side and large rocks perfect for sitting on the other. The water was crystal clear, and you could see fish darting beneath the surface.

"Wow," you breathed. "This is beautiful."

"Right?" Sokka was already setting up the fishing poles, his movements practiced and efficient. "I found it a few weeks ago when I was scouting. Been waiting for the right time to bring you here."

"The right time?"

He handed you a pole, his fingers lingering on yours. "Yeah. When we could be alone. When I could have you all to myself for a day."

Your heart skipped. "Sokka—"

"No pressure," he said quickly. "I just... I like spending time with you. And I thought you might like a break from all the drama."

"I do," you admitted. "Thank you for this."

His smile was soft, genuine. "Anytime."

Fishing with Sokka was surprisingly peaceful. He showed you how to bait the hook, how to cast the line, how to wait with patience for the telltale tug that meant you'd caught something. You sat side by side on the rocks, your shoulders touching, the sun warm on your face.

"My dad taught me to fish," Sokka said after a while, his voice quiet. "Back in the South Pole. It was one of the few times he wasn't busy with warrior stuff, you know? Just the two of us, sitting on the ice, waiting for the fish to bite."

"You miss him."

"Yeah." He was quiet for a moment. "I miss a lot of things about home. But I also... I don't know if I could go back. Not permanently. Too much has changed. I've changed."

You looked at him—really looked at him. At the boy who'd grown into a man over the course of a war, who'd lost so much but somehow kept his humor, his heart.

"How do you do it?" you asked softly.

"Do what?"

"Stay so... light. After everything you've been through. Everything you've lost."

Sokka was quiet for a long moment, his eyes on the water. "I don't, always. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and I can't breathe because I'm thinking about my mom, or all the people we couldn't save, or how close we came to losing everything." He glanced at you, his expression vulnerable. "But I learned a long time ago that you can't live in the darkness. You have to find the light where you can, even if it's just a stupid joke or a good meal or..." He paused. "Or a beautiful girl who laughs at your terrible sense of humor."

Your breath caught. "Sokka—"

"I'm not always okay," he continued. "But I'm okay more often when you're around. You make me want to be the best version of myself. The version that deserves someone like you."

You set down your fishing pole and turned to face him fully. "You already are that version. You don't have to earn anything."

His hand came up to cup your face, his thumb brushing across your cheek. "You really believe that?"

"Yes."

He kissed you then, soft and sweet, tasting like salt air and sunshine. You melted into him, your hands fisting in his shirt, and let yourself have this moment of simple, uncomplicated affection.

When you pulled apart, his forehead rested against yours. "I really like you," he murmured.

"I really like you too."

"Even though I'm competing with Mr. Tall, Dark, and Brooding?"

You laughed despite yourself. "Even though."

"I can work with that." He pressed another quick kiss to your lips, then pulled back with a grin. "Now come on, these fish aren't going to catch themselves."

By midday, you'd caught enough fish for a proper meal. Sokka built a fire on the beach and showed you how to prepare them the Water Tribe way—wrapped in leaves and cooked directly on the coals.

"This is really good," you said around a mouthful of fish.

"Right? My gran-gran's recipe." He took a bite of his own, looking pleased. "She'd be proud that I remembered."

You ate in comfortable silence, the sound of the river providing a peaceful backdrop. After you'd finished, Sokka lay back on the sand, his hands behind his head, staring up at the sky.

"Come here," he said, patting the sand beside him.

You settled down next to him, and he immediately pulled you closer, his arm around your shoulders. You rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

"Tell me something," Sokka said after a while. "Something you've never told anyone else."

You thought about it. "Sometimes I'm scared that I don't actually know who I am. Like, the war defined so much of my life, and now that it's over, I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do. Who I'm supposed to be."

His arm tightened around you. "I think that's normal. We all spent so long fighting that peace feels weird."

"Do you know who you are? Without the war?"

"I'm figuring it out." He was quiet for a moment. "I know I'm someone who cares about the people around me. Someone who wants to make a difference, even if it's just making someone laugh when they're sad. Someone who..." He paused. "Someone who's falling for a girl who's way too good for him."

You lifted your head to look at him. "I'm not too good for you."

"You are, though." His smile was soft, almost sad. "But I'm selfish enough to want you anyway."

"Sokka—"

"I know it's complicated. I know you have feelings for Zuko too. And I'm trying to be okay with that, I really am." His hand came up to stroke your hair. "But I need you to know that I'm all in. Whatever this is, whatever it becomes, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

Tears pricked at your eyes. "What if I can't choose? What if I want both of you and that's not fair to either of you?"

"Then we figure it out." He said it so simply, like it was the easiest thing in the world. "Look, I'm not going to pretend I love the idea of sharing you. But I also can't pretend I don't see the way you look at him, or the way he looks at you. And if being with both of us is what makes you happy..." He took a breath. "Then I'll find a way to be okay with it. Because your happiness matters more than my ego."

You kissed him then, pouring all your gratitude and affection and confusion into it. He responded immediately, rolling so you were beneath him, his body a warm weight pressing you into the sand.

The kiss deepened, grew heated. His hand slid under your shirt, palm flat against your ribs, and you arched into his touch. You could feel his heart racing, could feel the evidence of his desire against your hip.

"We should stop," he murmured against your lips, even as his hand traveled higher. "Before I can't stop."

"Maybe I don't want you to stop."

He groaned. "You're killing me. But not here. Not like this." He pressed one more kiss to your lips, then pulled back, his breathing ragged. "When we do this—and we will do this—I want to take my time. I want to do it right."

Your whole body was thrumming with want, but you nodded. "Okay."

He helped you sit up, both of you disheveled and flushed. His grin was crooked, his eyes dark with desire. "Rain check?"

"Rain check," you agreed.

You spent the rest of the afternoon talking—about everything and nothing. Sokka told you about his childhood in the South Pole, about Katara's overprotective tendencies, about his dreams of becoming a master swordsman. You shared your own stories, your own dreams, and he listened like every word was precious.

As the sun started to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, you lay together on the beach, his arm around you, your head on his shoulder.

"Thank you for today," you said softly. "I needed this."

"Me too." He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "We should probably head back soon. Before they send a search party."

"Probably."

But neither of you moved, content to watch the sunset and pretend, just for a little longer, that the world was simple and uncomplicated.

That you could have this without hurting anyone.

That everything would somehow work out.

The walk back to camp was slower, both of you reluctant to return to reality. Sokka held your hand the entire way, his thumb tracing patterns on your skin.

When camp came into view, you could see the fire already burning, the others gathered around it. And standing slightly apart, his eyes finding you immediately, was Zuko.

The look on his face when he saw you and Sokka holding hands made your heart clench.

Sokka squeezed your hand once, then let go. "I'll see you at dinner?"

"Yeah. Dinner."

He headed toward the fire, calling out a greeting to the others. You stood there for a moment, watching Zuko watch you, and wondered how you were going to navigate this without breaking everyone's hearts.

Including your own.

clearing out my drafts and most of these are already completed in my google docs, im dropping a lot of chapters cause I'm sick and wouldn't be able to update for a while (hopefully not)

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Zuko x Reader x Sokka love triangle

tags!! smutt(in later chapters),love tri, jealousy, threesome,etc..

the beginning of it all~ (This is part 4)

psa- i dont own the edits all rights go to the authors on tiktok

That night, you couldn't sleep. You lay in your tent, staring at the canvas ceiling, replaying the day over and over. The way Sokka had looked at you, the way Zuko had stood so close, the tension that had nearly exploded into something more.

You wanted them both. The realization sat heavy in your chest, equal parts thrilling and terrifying. You wanted Sokka's easy affection and genuine care. You wanted Zuko's intensity and the way he made you feel seen.

But you couldn't have both. That wasn't how this worked.

Eventually, you gave up on sleep and slipped out of your tent. The camp was quiet, everyone else asleep. You headed toward the dying fire, thinking you'd sit and watch the embers until exhaustion finally claimed you.

But someone was already there.

Zuko sat by the fire, poking at it with a stick, his expression distant. He looked up when you approached, surprise flickering across his face.

"Can't sleep?" he asked.

"No. You?"

"No."

You settled down across from him, pulling your blanket tighter around your shoulders. For a long moment, neither of you spoke.

"I'm sorry," Zuko said finally. "About today. At the hot spring. I was... out of line."

"You weren't the only one."

"No." His mouth twisted. "But I should know better. I shouldn't let him get to me like that."

"Sokka?"

"He just..." Zuko stabbed at the fire with more force than necessary. "He acts like everything is a game. Like he can just charm his way through life and everyone will fall at his feet."

"That's not fair. Sokka's not like that."

"Isn't he?" Zuko's eyes met yours, and there was something raw in them. "He makes you laugh. Makes everything seem easy. I can't... I'm not good at that."

Your heart clenched. "Zuko—"

"Forget it." He stood abruptly. "I should let you have some peace. Goodnight."

He was gone before you could respond, disappearing into the darkness toward his tent.

You sat there alone, the fire crackling, your mind racing.

This was getting more complicated by the second.

Zuko x Reader x Sokka love triangle

tags!! smutt(in later chapters),love tri, jealousy, threesome,etc..

the beginning of it all~ (part 3 of my love triangle series)

psa- i dont own the edits all rights go to the authors on tiktok

Three days after the training incident, the tension had somehow gotten worse.

Sokka had abandoned all pretense of subtlety. He found excuses to be near you constantly—helping you gather firewood, offering to teach you about Water Tribe navigation techniques, sitting just a little too close during meals. His touches lingered: a hand on your shoulder, fingers brushing yours when passing you something, his knee pressed against yours around the fire.

Zuko, meanwhile, had become a constant, intense presence. He watched you with those burning gold eyes, his gaze tracking your movements around camp. During training, he was more hands-on than ever, adjusting your stance, correcting your form, his touch searing even through your clothes.

And you? You were losing your mind.

"Okay, I can't be the only one seeing this, right?" Toph announced at breakfast, her voice carrying across the camp. "Because the sexual tension is so thick I could earthbend it."

You choked on your tea. Sokka dropped his bowl. Zuko went very, very still.

"Toph!" Katara's voice was sharp, but her eyes were dancing with amusement.

"What? I'm just saying what everyone's thinking." Toph bit into an apple with a loud crunch. "It's getting ridiculous. Someone needs to do something before they all spontaneously combust."

Aang, ever the optimist, tried to redirect. "Hey! I had an idea. We should all go to that hot spring we found last week. You know, relax, have some fun—"

"Hot spring?" Sokka perked up immediately, then shot a glance at you. "That's... yeah. That could be good."

"A hot spring sounds nice," you managed, very deliberately not looking at either Sokka or Zuko.

Zuko said nothing, but you could feel his eyes on you.

"Great!" Aang's smile was perhaps a bit too bright. "We'll go this afternoon. It'll be fun! Relaxing! Definitely not awkward at all!"

Katara patted his shoulder sympathetically.

The hot spring was beautiful—a natural pool fed by heated underground water, surrounded by smooth rocks and lush vegetation. Steam rose from the surface, and the late afternoon sun filtered through the trees, creating patterns of light and shadow.

It was also about to become the most awkward experience of your life.

Katara and Aang had already changed into their swimming clothes and were in the water, wrapped up in each other and clearly in their own world. Toph had cannonballed in immediately, declaring the water "perfect" before floating on her back with her eyes closed.

Which left you, Sokka, and Zuko standing on the shore in various states of undress.

You'd worn a simple two-piece—practical, modest, nothing special. But the way both men were very carefully not looking at you suggested they didn't find it quite so unremarkable.

Sokka recovered first, stripping off his shirt with deliberate casualness. You absolutely did not notice the lean muscle of his chest and stomach, the way water droplets from his hair traced down his collarbone when he dove in.

Absolutely not.

Zuko was more reserved, removing his shirt with economical movements. But spirits, the man was built like a warrior—all controlled power and lean strength, the muscles of his back shifting as he moved. The scar tissue on his torso caught the light, and you found yourself wanting to trace the patterns with your fingers.

You were definitely staring. You forced yourself to look away and slipped into the water before you could embarrass yourself further.

The water was perfect—hot enough to ease the tension from your muscles but not uncomfortably so. You found a spot on one of the submerged rocks and settled in, closing your eyes and trying to pretend this was relaxing.

"Room for one more?"

Your eyes flew open. Sokka was right there, his grin playful but his eyes intense. Without waiting for an answer, he settled onto the rock beside you, close enough that his arm brushed yours.

"This is nice," he said, his voice lower than usual. "We should do this more often."

"The whole group, you mean?"

"Sure. The whole group." His eyes said he meant something else entirely. "Though I wouldn't mind some one-on-one time too. You know, if you wanted."

Your heart was racing. "Sokka—"

"Mind if I join you?"

Zuko appeared on your other side, and suddenly you were bracketed by both of them, very aware of the heat of their bodies, the way the water made everything feel more intimate.

"We were just talking about how nice this is," Sokka said, his tone friendly but with an undercurrent of challenge.

"Very nice," Zuko agreed, his eyes on you. "Relaxing."

There was nothing relaxing about this situation.

"You know what would make this better?" Toph called from across the pool. "If you three would stop dancing around each other and just—"

"Toph!" Katara's voice was sharp. "Maybe let's not—"

"What? I'm just saying—"

A small wave of water splashed over Toph's face, courtesy of Katara's waterbending. "We're giving them space."

"They don't need space, they need—"

Another splash, larger this time.

You took the opportunity to slip away from both men, swimming toward the far side of the pool. You needed air, needed space to think, needed to not be sandwiched between them while wearing very little clothing.

But Sokka followed. Of course he did.

"Hey," he said, catching up to you in the shallower water. "You okay? You seem tense."

"I'm fine."

"You're a terrible liar." His hand found your arm, his touch gentle. "Talk to me. What's going on in that head of yours?"

You looked at him—really looked at him. At the concern in his blue eyes, the way his hair stuck to his forehead, the softness in his expression that he only showed to people he cared about.

"Sokka, I—"

"There you are."

Zuko had followed too, because apparently privacy was not something you were allowed to have. He stood in the water a few feet away, his arms crossed over his chest.

"We were just talking," Sokka said, his hand still on your arm.

"I can see that."

The temperature seemed to rise, and it had nothing to do with the hot spring. Sokka's jaw tightened. Zuko's eyes narrowed.

"Maybe you should give us some space," Sokka suggested, his voice light but his posture tense.

"Maybe you should stop monopolizing her time," Zuko countered.

"Monopolizing? I'm not—"

"You've been following her around for days."

"Oh, and you haven't?" Sokka's laugh was sharp. "You practically hover over her during training."

"That's different. I'm teaching her—"

"Right, teaching. Is that what we're calling it?"

They were squaring off now, the water between them practically boiling with tension. You could see Katara and Aang exchanging worried looks, Toph sitting up with interest.

"Stop," you said, your voice cutting through their argument. "Both of you, just... stop."

tension is rising, words are being said, i wonder what will happen next

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Zuko x Reader x Sokka love triangle

tags!! smutt(in later chapters),love tri, jealousy, threesome,etc..

the beginning of it all~ (part two of my love triangle series)

psa- i dont own the edits all rights go to the authors on tiktok

This is part two of the series (not a standalone) enjoy!!

The stream was blessedly cool and quiet, far enough from camp that you couldn't hear the others. You sat on the bank, pulling off your boots and dangling your feet in the water.

What is happening?

You'd been telling yourself for weeks that you were imagining things, that the looks and touches and charged moments didn't mean anything. But after this morning, you couldn't deny it anymore.

Sokka was flirting with you. Had been for a while now, actually, in his playful, roundabout way. And Zuko... Zuko was harder to read, but the way he looked at you, the way he touched you during training—that wasn't nothing.

And the worst part, the part that made your stomach twist with guilt and confusion, was that you were attracted to both of them.

Sokka with his easy humor and genuine heart, the way he could make you laugh even on your worst days. The way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, the warmth in his voice when he said your name.

Zuko with his intensity and hidden softness, the way he pushed you to be stronger while making you feel protected. The fire in his eyes, the careful control that made you wonder what it would be like if he let go.

You couldn't have both. That wasn't how this worked. Eventually, you'd have to choose, and the thought of hurting either of them made you feel sick.

"Thought I might find you here."

You jumped, turning to find Katara approaching with a sympathetic smile. She settled down beside you, her own feet joining yours in the stream.

"That obvious?" you asked.

"Only to someone who's paying attention." She bumped her shoulder against yours. "Want to talk about it?"

"I don't even know what 'it' is."

"Really? Because from where I'm sitting, it looks like two guys who are both interested in you, and you're interested in both of them."

You groaned, dropping your face into your hands. "Is everyone aware of this?"

"Toph definitely is, but Toph knows everything. Aang suspects. And the boys..." She laughed softly. "The boys are too busy being jealous of each other to see the full picture."

"This is a mess."

"It doesn't have to be." Katara's voice was gentle. "You're allowed to have feelings. You're allowed to figure out what you want."

"What if what I want is impossible?"

She was quiet for a moment. "What do you want?"

You stared at the water, watching it flow over your feet. "I don't know. Both of them? Neither of them? I just... I don't want to hurt anyone."

"You're going to hurt someone no matter what you do," Katara said, not unkindly. "Even if that someone is yourself. The question is: what do you actually want, if you could have anything?"

You didn't have an answer for that.

Katara stood, brushing off her pants. "For what it's worth? I think you should be honest. With them, and with yourself. Secrets and avoidance only make things worse."

She headed back toward camp, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the sound of running water.

Be honest, she'd said. But how could you be honest when you didn't even understand your own feelings?

You stayed by the stream until the sun started to sink toward the horizon, trying to make sense of the tangle in your chest. When you finally returned to camp, dinner was already underway.

Sokka looked up when you approached, his expression brightening. "Hey! We saved you some—"

"I'll take it to her," Zuko interrupted, already reaching for a bowl.

Sokka's jaw tightened. "I can—"

"I've got it."

The two of them stared at each other, and you could practically see the challenge passing between them. The rest of the group had gone very quiet, watching.

"How about I just serve myself?" you suggested, stepping between them to grab a bowl. "Problem solved."

You settled down next to Toph, who leaned over and whispered, "This is the most entertainment I've had in months."

"Glad my personal crisis is amusing for you."

"Oh, it's very amusing." She paused. "Also, for what it's worth? Your heartbeat says you want both of them."

You nearly dropped your bowl. "Toph!"

"What? I'm just saying what your body is already telling you." She shrugged. "The question is: what are you going to do about it?"

That was the question, wasn't it?

You looked across the fire at Sokka, who was determinedly not looking at you while also clearly being very aware of exactly where you were. Then at Zuko, whose eyes met yours for a brief, burning moment before he looked away.

What were you going to do about it?

You had no idea.

But something was going to have to give, and soon. The tension was becoming unbearable, the air so charged you were surprised lightning wasn't striking from a clear sky.

Whatever happened next, you had a feeling it was going to change everything.

Zuko x Reader x Sokka love triangle

tags!! smutt(in later chapters),love tri, jealousy, threesome,etc..

the beginning of it all~ (part 1 of my love triangle series)

psa- i dont own the edits all rights go to the authors on tiktok

This is part 1 of the series

(pt0)

The next morning dawned bright and clear, sunlight filtering through the canvas of your tent and dragging you reluctantly into consciousness. You could hear the sounds of camp already stirring—Katara's voice calling out a cheerful good morning, the clatter of cooking pots, Toph complaining about something.

You dressed quickly and emerged to find organized chaos. Aang was attempting to help Katara with breakfast while simultaneously practicing a new airbending technique, which resulted in flour going everywhere. Toph sat off to the side, eating an apple and providing unhelpful commentary.

"Morning!" Katara called when she spotted you. "Sleep well?"

"Well enough," you lied, accepting the bowl of rice porridge she handed you. "Thanks."

Sokka emerged from his tent looking rumpled and half-asleep, his hair sticking up at odd angles. He mumbled something that might have been a greeting and made a beeline for the food.

"Rough night?" you asked, amused despite yourself.

He grunted, shoveling porridge into his mouth. After a moment, he seemed to wake up enough to form actual words. "Couldn't sleep. Kept thinking about..." He trailed off, his eyes meeting yours briefly before skittering away. "Stuff."

"Stuff?"

"Important stuff. Strategic stuff." He was definitely avoiding your gaze now. "Very serious strategic planning."

Toph snorted. "Is that what we're calling it?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing." Her grin was absolutely wicked. "Just that your heartbeat does interesting things when certain people are around."

Sokka choked on his porridge. "I don't—that's not—you can't just—"

"Can't just what? Tell the truth?" Toph's expression was pure innocence. "I'm just making observations."

You felt heat creeping up your neck again. "Toph—"

"Oh, yours does it too," she said cheerfully. "It's very entertaining."

Katara shot Toph a look that clearly said not helping, but there was amusement in her eyes too. "Toph, maybe let people have their privacy?"

"Where's the fun in that?"

Zuko chose that moment to appear, looking far more put-together than Sokka despite the early hour. His hair was pulled back neatly, his clothes crisp and clean. His eyes swept over the group and landed on you.

"Morning," he said, his voice still rough with sleep.

"Morning," you managed, very aware of Toph's attention swiveling between you and Zuko like she was watching a particularly interesting match.

Sokka made a noise that might have been a greeting or might have been indigestion. It was hard to tell.

The tension was back, that crackling energy that seemed to fill the space whenever the three of you were together. Katara and Aang exchanged a look—one of those wordless conversations that couples have.

"So!" Aang said brightly, clearly trying to diffuse whatever was happening. "I was thinking we could do some training today. It's been a while since we all practiced together."

"I'm in," Toph said immediately. "I want to see if our friend here has actually been practicing those moves I taught her."

"I have," you protested.

"Prove it."

Zuko knows how to eat pussy

cw: explicit, squirting, riding Zuko’s face.

“Zuko—fuck—” you gasp, grabbing the headboard for balance as his tongue immediately drags a thick, wet stripe through your folds. He’s so fucking pussy drunk, eyes fluttering shut as his nose presses right against your clit while his tongue pushes inside you, fucking in and out in messy strokes.

You look down between your legs and the sight nearly ruins you—Zuko’s face shiny with your slick, cheeks flushed dark, hair a complete wreck from how hard you’re gripping it. His golden eyes crack open just enough to lock onto yours and he moans louder when he catches you staring.

“Ride my face,” he rasps, pulling back just enough to speak before diving right back in, tongue flattening to lap broad strokes through your folds. “C’mon, princess—use me. Ride me.”

Your hips start rolling on their own, grinding down against his tongue as he sucks and licks. “Zuko—right there—fuck—” You whine as you start riding him harder, smothering him with your soaked pussy.

His hands slide up to grip your ass, squeezing hard as he pulls you down even tighter against his mouth. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he mumbles right against your clit, the words vibrating through you. He sucks the swollen bud between his lips, flicking his tongue fast and sloppy while you rock against his face. “Taste so fucking good… keep going, just like that.”

You’re practically bouncing on his tongue now, hips rolling in sloppy circles while he laps at you. You’re riding his face with zero shame now, “Zuko—I’m—fuck, I’m close—” you whimper, one hand fisting tighter in his hair while the other braces against the headboard.

Your juices are everywhere, coating his cheeks, his tongue, while his hands spread your ass wider, one thick finger teasing your tight little hole. Your thighs clamp around his head as you grind down one last time, gushing all over his tongue and chin.

“Fuck, princess,” he rasps when you finally slump forward, giving your slit one last soft kiss. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand but it doesn’t do much. “C’mere I wanna watch you ride my cock.”

You stare down at him, chest heaving, trying to catch your breath. Your fingers are still tangled in his messy hair before lowering yourself onto his hard thick girth and begin to bounce.

There was one thing you did want to know though…and that was, “So Zuko, where’d you learn how to eat pussy like that?”

Yeah, there was no way he was gonna be able to talk himself outta this one.