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Synopsis... While on vacation at Ember Island, your two best friends discover that you struggle with low self-esteem, and decide to cheer you up in the best way.
Pairing: Sokka x reader x Zuko
Warnings: Smut MDNI; FEM!Reader; threesome; size kink grrr; cervíx kíssing; p in v; pet names, swéaring; matíng presses; multiple positions; oral (m & f receiving), kissing both Zuko and Sokka; If you squint, the characters have a crush on the reader; dirty talk; fingering pssy; unprotected s; tummy bulges; creampiess; hEADLOCKS; hair pulling; squirting. —this is for the girls, the bi and their wifes (reader).
[ 🌸 ] brrr--my spirit animal is Toph because she also fall in love with the hot guy
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You shifted slightly with a soft hum, letting the warm sand sink beneath your feet. The murmur of the ocean was calm, steady—like it was accompanying the light conversation you were sharing with Zuko. Sitting on your towel, facing the quiet horizon, you could hear Aang and Katara laughing somewhere in the distance, probably chasing Momo through the waves.
Toph, meanwhile, was sprawled out on the sand with her arms and legs stretched wide, like a carefree starfish. You wondered, not without a hint of envy, if she had already fallen asleep. She probably had—the girl was calm, solid as a rock.
Zuko was sitting beside you.
It was… strange seeing him like this.
You had always known him tense, carrying the weight of being the Fire Lord even in the simplest moments. But now, with the breeze brushing through his dark hair and his expression relaxed, he seemed like someone entirely different.
“It’s a beautiful place, Zuko… thank you,” you murmured softly.
Your gaze lingered on his hands for a second too long—large, steady hands moving with unexpected gentleness as he brushed a few dark strands away from his face.
“You don’t have to thank me,” he replied with a small smile.
His golden eyes met yours, and for a moment, there was something there. Something warm. Soft.
Your heart skipped.
You probably imagined it… right?
Yeah. That had to be it.
You were about to say something—anything to fill the silence that suddenly felt too aware—but Sokka appeared out of nowhere, returning from the bar with three drinks in hand.
“Hope you didn’t miss me too much… although that would be flattering,” he said, winking at you dramatically.
The joke was terrible.
And precisely because of that, you couldn’t help the smile slipping out.
His hand trembled slightly as he handed you your drink.
“Here you go,” he added before turning to Zuko. “And this one’s yours. Hope you go completely wild tonight.”
Zuko blinked, visibly confused, unsure how to respond.
You bit your lip, holding back a laugh.
Their dynamic… never stopped being ridiculously entertaining.
…
You remained seated on the towel, drink in hand, watching the waves roll in and out… but not really seeing them.
Something inside you had dimmed.
Maybe it was the way Katara looked so radiant under the sun—so beautiful, so confident. Even Toph, lying there without a care in the world, seemed more… secure. More comfortable in her own skin than you had ever felt.
You let out a quiet sigh.
“Are you okay?” Zuko’s voice came closer than you expected.
You turned your head slightly. He wasn’t relaxed anymore—he was watching you with that quiet attentiveness of his, the kind that always seemed to see more than you said.
“Yeah… just tired,” you lied, lowering your gaze to the drink in your hands.
A brief silence.
“That didn’t sound very convincing,” Sokka added nearby.
You huffed softly. “Didn’t know you were an expert in emotions now.”
“I am,” he shot back without hesitation. “Especially when someone’s making that face.”
“What face?”
“That ‘I’m fine’ face when you’re clearly not.”
You rolled your eyes, though without much energy to argue. You took a small sip, the bitterness of the alcohol warming your throat uncomfortably. Zuko, meanwhile, stayed quiet.
Instead, you felt his hand brush against yours—just barely, like he was testing whether you’d pull away.
You didn’t. You didn’t have the strength to.
“You don’t have to pretend,” he said softly.
His tone was different. Softer. Closer.
Something in your chest tightened.
“I’m not pretending…”
“Yes, you are,” Sokka cut in, this time without his usual teasing tone. “And it’s weird, because you’re usually terrible at lying.”
You looked at him, ready to snap back—but the words didn’t come.
Because they were right.
You dropped your gaze again, that uncomfortable knot forming in your throat.
“It’s just that…” you started, but stopped.
What were you even going to say?
That you didn’t feel like enough.
That even surrounded by them, part of you still felt out of place.
Ridiculous.
You shook your head. “Forget it.”
But this time, Zuko didn’t let you slip away so easily.
His hand moved, covering yours completely. His warmth contrasted with the cool ocean breeze.
“Look at me,” he said.
You hesitated.
But you did. And there it was again—that look.
“You’re not out of place here. You know that, right?”
You blinked, startled, something inside you wavering.
“Then why does it feel like it?” you murmured.
The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable.
It was… heavy.
Sokka sighed softly beside you, rubbing the back of his neck. “Because your head is a terrible place to live sometimes. Trust me, I’ve got experience.”
That earned a small smile from you.
“But that doesn’t make it true,” he added, leaning closer.
Zuko didn’t look away. “If you could see yourself the way we see you…” he started, then trailed off.
“It’d be a lot harder for you to think like that,” Sokka finished with a half-smile.
Heat crept up your face. “You’re exaggerating…”
“No,” Zuko said firmly. His thumb brushed lightly against your skin—a small gesture, but enough to make you lose your train of thought. “We’re not.”
The air shifted.
Heavier. Closer.
Sokka rested an arm behind you, close enough for you to feel him without it being overwhelming. “Besides,” he added with a crooked smile, “if you weren’t amazing… why do you think we’re here with you instead of annoying someone else?”
A soft laugh escaped you—this time more genuine. “That proves nothing.”
“Of course it does,” he said. “I don’t share my time with just anyone.”
“Neither do I,” Zuko added, not breaking eye contact.
That didn’t sound like a joke.
…
You met Zuko through Sokka.
At first, it was… complicated. But slowly, you started to understand who he really was—beyond the rigid posture and intimidating stare, there was someone patient, restrained… deeply gentle.
And despite everything—the war, the title, the weight they both carried as friends of the Avatar—they still held onto something that completely disarmed you:
That simplicity.
That way they were with you, like… you were enough.
Even if you still struggled to believe it.
And yet, here you were now between them, in the beautiful bedroom Zuko ordered to prepare so you could rest, except you wouldn’t do that tonight—you kiss Sokka while Zuko trailed wet kisses down your neck, his hands exploring your body with a certain hesitance while Sokka worked at the knots of your bikini.
You pulled away from Sokka just enough to breathe, but he chased your lips, trying to drag the kiss out longer. A soft kiss brushed your cheek before a hand gently turned your head—Zuko’s lips grazed the corner of your mouth before claiming you fully, while Sokka pressed kisses along your jaw.
The sudden air against your now bare skin, paired with Sokka’s firm grip on your ass, tore a moan from your throat—one Zuko swallowed with a low, approving sound.
His movements were slow at first, almost unsure, like he was learning you—until he found the right angle and kissed you properly. Deep. Consuming. His tongue dragging against yours in a way that made your breath hitch. It was hungry—devouring you like a man starved, leaving you breathless.
God… you were almost certain your collarbones and chest were flushed red from the relentless attention of Sokka’s mouth.
Zuko pulled back, breath uneven, eyes dark with desire—just like Sokka’s.
“Are you okay with continuing?” Sokka asked against your neck, then looked at you seriously.
Zuko pulled back slightly, waiting.
Waiting for your answer. And spirits—you felt so heard. So cared for.
They wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want. They wouldn’t. You nodded first, flushed and breathless before managing, “Yeah… I’m sure.”
Sokka was the first to take control, guiding you onto the bed—and for a second, you wondered if all three of you would even fit, because for the first time you really noticed the difference in their builds.
Sokka was only a few centimeters taller than Zuko, a bit leaner, but his muscles were well-defined. Zuko, on the other hand, was broader—his sturdier frame sometimes made him seem taller than he actually was.
And then there was you—between them, feeling smaller.
You sat slowly on the soft mattress, your gaze flicking from Sokka to Zuko, their eyes dark as they took you in. You could feel the slick heat between your thighs, your arousal already soaking your folds and inner thighs.
Your hands trembled—just slightly—as you reached for the waistband of their shorts, pushing them down slowly.
Zuko wouldn’t admit it out loud, but this was the first time anyone had ever sucked him off.
He watched you carefully while Sokka settled behind you, his cock already hard, right in front of your face.
Your eyes lingered on Zuko first.
His cock was… intimidating. Thick, veined, the head flushed with need, a few drops of pre-cum already sliding down the length of him.
Sokka’s, in contrast, was prettier—slightly curved, slimmer—but something told you he’d still make you cry.
You felt him behind you, brushing against your entrance. For a moment, you thought he’d push into your wet cunt—but he didn’t. Not yet.
Your hand, steadier now, wrapped around Zuko’s cock, moving slowly, timidly at first, stroking up and down—trying not to miss a single inch.
Zuko—usually so composed—struggled to keep his breathing steady.
Then he felt your mouth.
Warm. Wet. Wrapping around him.
Spirits… your lips stretched around him, and you were sure the corners of your mouth would ache later.
You tried to focus, but Sokka’s hands roaming your body made it impossible. His fingers dragged along your skin before pinching your nipples lightly, his lips leaving wet kisses along your neck.
A moan slipped out of you—vibrating around Zuko’s cock—and he let out a low groan in response.
Sokka’s fingers slid lower, almost playfully, finding the wet heat between your thighs.
He didn’t hesitate.
His fingers circled your clit slowly, teasing, drawing it out—making sure your orgasm stayed just out of reach.
Your muffled moans pressed against Zuko, your lips wrapped around him.
“Look at her… so wet. Such a dirty girl,” Sokka murmured hoarsely against your ear.
Then his arm slipped around your neck—not tight, but firm enough to guide you—keeping you right where he wanted you, still sucking Zuko’s cock.
Your half-lidded eyes lifted to Zuko, and you could see it—his control slipping, the tension in his jaw as he tried to hold himself together.
Your saliva dripped down your chin, making a mess of you.
A pretty mess.
You sucked him a few more times before pulling back for air, your tongue dragging slowly along his length, licking up the saliva that had gathered there.
Then you turned toward Sokka—your gaze hungry.
Yeah.
You were completely worked up. His fingers left your heat only long enough to lay you back on the bed.
He followed immediately, a crooked smile on his lips. For a brief second, warmth bloomed in your chest—something soft you couldn’t quite place—but it vanished the moment you felt lips press against your soaked folds.
Zuko.
A curse slipped from your mouth before it turned into a moan against Sokka’s lips, because he was already kissing you again while Zuko’s large hands spread your legs wider.
Your hand—no longer shy—slid into Zuko’s dark hair, guiding him, pressing him closer as he kissed your clit.
Something he was more than willing to keep doing.
Sokka’s hands covered your breasts, kneading your flesh like he couldn’t get enough. His mouth left yours just long enough to kiss your nipples before he straightened slightly, bringing his cock closer to your lips.
His fingers tightened in your hair. You didn’t hesitate. You took him into your mouth while Zuko ate you out.
You weren’t going to last.
Not when Zuko’s fingers slid inside you, searching for the right rhythm to push you closer to the edge. Sokka wasn’t far behind either—the way his grip on your hair tightened, the way he fucked your mouth—you were a fucking sight.
“That’s it… come for us.”
You whimpered as your climax crashed into you, your senses overwhelmed.
Sokka cursed under his breath before pulling away, spilling across your face.
You were too dazed to even process the feeling of his cum on your skin, though you vaguely registered him yelping, apologizing as he scrambled for something to clean you.
Zuko looked up at you from between your thighs, a little awkward, a little concerned—but there was something warm in his gaze that made your cunt clench again.
Sokka came back with a cloth, gently wiping your face. “You okay?”
You nodded weakly, letting out a breath. “Yeah… that felt good.” You wanted to keep going.
Spirits, you really did. Who knew if these two incredibly attractive men would ever fuck you again? Zuko helped you stand up, then turned you around so your back faced him and—
You yelped when he suddenly lifted you, your legs spreading instinctively as his strong arms held you up. You were completely exposed in front of Sokka—your flushed, swollen clit on full display. You were a show. You felt the tip of Zuko’s cock press against your entrance, making you gasp. “Relax,” he murmured against your ear.
You tried.
You really did.
Because when he pushed inside, it felt like he might split you in half—but it felt so good. Your wet cunt swallowed him whole. He gave you a moment to adjust before starting to move—slow at first, each thrust deeper than the last. Your body stretched around him, adjusting, taking more and more.
The angle—
God, the angle—
He was so deep, hitting your cervix with every thrust, making your mouth fall open, drool slipping past your lips. You couldn’t stop the moan that tore from your throat when he shifted slightly and—
There.
Your G-spot.
Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better—
Sokka leaned in and started licking your clit. Your toes curled tightly, your whole body shaking from the overwhelming sensations crashing into you. You sobbed as you came hard, your body giving in completely—your release spilling out, soaking Sokka’s face. You squirt right in his face.
“Look at you… shameless. Getting him all messy too… is that payback?” Zuko murmured against your neck, amusement in his voice. You flushed harder—but before you could even try to apologize—
Sokka licked you clean. Completely.
Melting you all over again. “Did that make you clench? Fuck… such a dirty girl,” Zuko’s voice was strained now—he was close. Sokka’s hand slid over your stomach, pressing lightly, appreciating the bulge of Zuko inside you. You hadn’t even noticed it before. Spirits—it was too much. You weren’t going to last—
“I think she’s gonna come again… cute little thing,” Sokka murmured, kissing your stomach. Your vision went white as you came again, and Zuko followed right after, spilling inside you.
You felt dizzy, your breathing uneven as you tried to steady yourself. It had been a lot—but you weren’t complaining.
It felt too good. Zuko lowered you slowly, pulling out of you before pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder, letting Sokka catch you.
“That… was amazing,” you managed, breathless.
Sokka smirked. “Guess that means you want to keep going?”
“You’d be guessing right,” you replied weakly.
He pushed you until your back touched the bed, he put your legs up against your chest, your knees almost brushing your breasts, letting your legs rest comfortably on his shoulders as he slid back inside your still-sensitive cunt with ease.
He cursed. “Don’t think I’m gonna last… not after that show you put on earlier,” he groaned, kissing your neck, his hands gripping your chest, playing with your nipples until you whimpered as he start moving inside you—going deeper and deeper.
You weren’t going to last either.
The sounds of skin slapping, your soft cries—it all echoed in the room. You couldn’t focus on anything else. You were drunk on him. You trembled, pathetic, as you came again, tightening around him.
“Fuck… you’re so pretty. Look at you,” Sokka groaned, barely holding on before he finally came deep inside you.
You gasped when he pulled out, collapsing beside you. You didn’t need a mirror to know how wrecked you looked.
Zuko returned just then, holding a couple of damp cloths, already dressed in underwear—you hadn’t even noticed when he left.
“Did you bring one for me—” Sokka didn’t get to finish before Zuko tossed a cloth at his face, making him yelp indignantly.
That made you laugh softly, even if your body ached.
You tried to sit up, but Zuko stopped you, gently starting to clean you himself so tenderly.
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