Avatar: Curiosity; Real - Zuko/Katara smut x2 - NC17
From the smut meme. Warning: hhhm ;)
For: muffytaj
Emotion: Curiosity
Pairing: Zuko/Katara
Katara was not confused by this, actually. Zuko was beneath her, between her thighs, a thing less unexpected than it should have been, because in her own way Katara had wanted to dissect him for ages. This was far from the best way to go about that, but it was also…nice.
Nice was of course not the word she wanted. Nice didn’t mean bruises on inner thighs and blood in her mouth from when she bit his lip earlier.
Nice was also a far cry from this:
She looked at him, hard, at the hands cupping her breasts. One minute they were soft, considerate, as if they enjoyed being there and wanted to ensure that she would continue to allow it; the next, cruel, hard, and above all, wanting. Katara was almost certain that she preferred the second way. He’s ugly, she thought in a detached corner of herself, but that was not the whole of it. She fairly ached between her thighs, all for this Zuko. Strange, that part observed.
She reached behind her for his cock, wrinkling her nose. With her other hand she spread the folds of her, not quite sure about the mechanics of this whole thing. She had an idea that it would hurt but be worth it. Of course, she might be wrong, but she liked the idea of taking him deep inside her. The thought slid wet and hot between her thighs. Urgently, furiously, she slammed down on top of him. It hurt, hard and fierce and so good at the same time. He was panting, eyes gone wide with surprise. Then his hips began to buck beneath her, fast, perhaps too. She wasn’t sure.
She hissed at the pain edged with pleasure. No, nice was not the word for this. At that moment, it edged too far towards pain, and she sat back angrily, slamming him deep in her and locking her thighs against his hips. “Not like that,” she said crossly. “Hold still.”
And, surprise of surprises, he listened. Breath eager and quick, body quivering, he lay still beneath her and let her (let her, she marveled, because she had never dreamed that Zuko would allow her anything) slip-slam up and down his cock - slip-slam because taking it in still hurt enough that she had to do it all in one hard motion. But it slammed more nicely into her with each thrust of her hips, until it was just a pleasant ache.
She moaned, her breath coming quicker now. She pitched onto her palms, braced on either side of his shoulders, and kissed him. He tasted like blood and sweat and wet smoke. He kissed back, hands clutched into her hair, as she rocked her hips, faster. Then his mouth slid, hot, down to latch onto her breast; his hand clumsily went for her clit and rubbed it in time to her thrusts. It wasn’t-wasn’t nice, she thought through all the heat building inside her pussy and spilling up and down and sideways til it was in her mouth and breasts and toes. Not nice at all.
But it was quite good, she thought, clutching onto coherency for one last moment before she rocked her way into furious lovely heat.
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For: piisami
Emotion: real
Pairing: Zuko/Katara
She came across him somewhere and sometime. This time he was different, and it bothered her. He was smoke lingering awhile after the flame had gone. It happened to the best of them; happened to her, though smoke was not the right metaphor. Perhaps she was a once-river, dried up and most of her gone to the sky.
But to see Zuko of all people like this was disconcerting.
You, he said, no vitriol or anything else in the word. Just matter-of-fact: you, sometime enemy, sometime enemy of my enemy. He went a ways with her. It makes sense to travel together, he said when she asked, Why. It was true, but the old Zuko would never have gone with her, never mind that they were traveling the same way and that the Fire Nation still had posters with her face and ones with his nailed to boards.
They never spent longer than a day in any one town, no matter how big and anonymous, and never slept anywhere but under the sky.
One night she wanted to stay another day in a small out of the way village - not such a danger, she figured. She had heard about an advanced Waterbending scroll after arriving, word-of-mouth. The merchant was drunk and passed out by the time she found him, but tomorrow -
He yanked her arm, eyes suddenly fire and not just smoke, and hissed You’re a fool, peasant. Then perhaps he remembered that he was just a peasant, too, and all the fire died. But in her, already answering, was something spitting furious. She tore her arm free, though it was unnecessary; his grip had already loosened for her.
“I want it,” she snapped.
He shrugged. Tomorrow, he said, far more agreeable than he ought to have been. We can circle back for it.
She nodded a compromise. Felt disappointed, because for a moment, there’d been a flash inside her like a dam breaking. For a moment, there’d been a thing in his eyes like embers kicked to life.
That night, curled up in their blankets and with no fire burning to keep out the cold, she went to him. She couldn’t find it in herself to pretend maybe it will be good for us. No, she was just selfish, greedy, and she wanted to feel the way she once had, when she’d had anger and optimism and crashing waves to spare.
He bolted awake beneath her when she touched his thigh. “What -” he demanded. His hot palm came up towards her face, so hot it burned from the inches away that he held back. “Oh, it’s you,” he said crossly.
Her hand slid up his thigh and clutched at his hip; she planted her other hand to the side of his head and bent to kiss him. His lips were warm. Her tongue prodded at the place where they met. His mouth stayed firmly shut, and she pulled back. Sighed with disappointment.
She withdrew to leave. She supposed she would be embarrassed in the morning, or perhaps they could forget it had happened.
Suddenly his hand snapped out and caught her by the wrist. She jerked in surprise, nearly free, but then he was dragging her back down to the ground with him. Her body struck his. She hadn’t gotten her breath yet when his mouth came slamming up to hers, tongue darting between her spread lips. His fingers felt hot, dry, too thin on her as they slid up her thigh. She gasped when they found the place between her thighs. He stroked her there and she throbbed in answer.
She brought her hips down, trapping his fingers against her clit. Gently, she rocked back and forth against his hand, making a slick path from his palm to his fingers. He looked at her with narrowed eyes that were lit up from behind. How long has it been? she asked herself. How long since I’ve had a hand there that wasn’t mine?
“And who would’ve thought it’d be your hand,” she said aloud, laughing from it all. She licked his bottom lip, then nipped at it. His other hand came up her back, to her hair, and tugged it free so it fell all around her face. Then they were up, halfway, fumbling with buttons and shoving clothes this way and that. When she reached for his cock, his trousers were down around his thighs and the skirt of her dress was bunched around her waist, her neckline torn wider and shoved down around her shoulders to free her breasts. She wiggled her hips, knees to either side of him; he pushed up into a half-sitting position and reached to drag her back down.
But she pushed his hand away. Instead, she drove him into her. She felt full, stretched - felt so good. At the same moment, he bit down on her nipple. A moan tore from her mouth. His hands clutched at her hips, and he fell back, thrusting up into her deeper still. She could feel him pressing at the back of her, and she flexed her pussy around him in reply. He shuddered. It ran all through him so that she felt his cock jerk inside her.
He grabbed her by her shoulders. The calluses on his hands made her shiver; the rough, hungry way he looked at her made her follow along when he tugged her down so that her breasts brushed and then flattened against her chest. His hands stroked down her sides, found her bottom and pushed her down deeper on his cock. She rocked her hips down, grinding her clit against his pelvis - and cried out. Her hips began moving in earnest then, around his cock and a slick building heat. She was greedy to come.
He found a slow rhythm, counterpoint to her quicker one. She pulled off of him, nearly to the tip, and then sank back down. Her pussy was throbbing, heat climbing up into her belly. So good and wet inside, she was nearly there-
He slammed up into her as she came down on him deep a second time. Her pussy contracted quick, hot, and her orgasm ripped through her whole body. His face contorted as he pushed her, still riding it out, hastily up his cock. His body tensed, spasmed hard. Then he came, cock spilling hot liquid all over her thighs and belly. She sagged onto him in the aftermath, semen and sweat sticking them together.
For: muffytaj
Emotion: Curiosity
Pairing: Zuko/Katara
Katara was not confused by this, actually. Zuko was beneath her, between her thighs, a thing less unexpected than it should have been, because in her own way Katara had wanted to dissect him for ages. This was far from the best way to go about that, but it was also…nice.
Nice was of course not the word she wanted. Nice didn’t mean bruises on inner thighs and blood in her mouth from when she bit his lip earlier.
Nice was also a far cry from this:
She looked at him, hard, at the hands cupping her breasts. One minute they were soft, considerate, as if they enjoyed being there and wanted to ensure that she would continue to allow it; the next, cruel, hard, and above all, wanting. Katara was almost certain that she preferred the second way. He’s ugly, she thought in a detached corner of herself, but that was not the whole of it. She fairly ached between her thighs, all for this Zuko. Strange, that part observed.
She reached behind her for his cock, wrinkling her nose. With her other hand she spread the folds of her, not quite sure about the mechanics of this whole thing. She had an idea that it would hurt but be worth it. Of course, she might be wrong, but she liked the idea of taking him deep inside her. The thought slid wet and hot between her thighs. Urgently, furiously, she slammed down on top of him. It hurt, hard and fierce and so good at the same time. He was panting, eyes gone wide with surprise. Then his hips began to buck beneath her, fast, perhaps too. She wasn’t sure.
She hissed at the pain edged with pleasure. No, nice was not the word for this. At that moment, it edged too far towards pain, and she sat back angrily, slamming him deep in her and locking her thighs against his hips. “Not like that,” she said crossly. “Hold still.”
And, surprise of surprises, he listened. Breath eager and quick, body quivering, he lay still beneath her and let her (let her, she marveled, because she had never dreamed that Zuko would allow her anything) slip-slam up and down his cock - slip-slam because taking it in still hurt enough that she had to do it all in one hard motion. But it slammed more nicely into her with each thrust of her hips, until it was just a pleasant ache.
She moaned, her breath coming quicker now. She pitched onto her palms, braced on either side of his shoulders, and kissed him. He tasted like blood and sweat and wet smoke. He kissed back, hands clutched into her hair, as she rocked her hips, faster. Then his mouth slid, hot, down to latch onto her breast; his hand clumsily went for her clit and rubbed it in time to her thrusts. It wasn’t-wasn’t nice, she thought through all the heat building inside her pussy and spilling up and down and sideways til it was in her mouth and breasts and toes. Not nice at all.
But it was quite good, she thought, clutching onto coherency for one last moment before she rocked her way into furious lovely heat.
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For: piisami
Emotion: real
Pairing: Zuko/Katara
She came across him somewhere and sometime. This time he was different, and it bothered her. He was smoke lingering awhile after the flame had gone. It happened to the best of them; happened to her, though smoke was not the right metaphor. Perhaps she was a once-river, dried up and most of her gone to the sky.
But to see Zuko of all people like this was disconcerting.
You, he said, no vitriol or anything else in the word. Just matter-of-fact: you, sometime enemy, sometime enemy of my enemy. He went a ways with her. It makes sense to travel together, he said when she asked, Why. It was true, but the old Zuko would never have gone with her, never mind that they were traveling the same way and that the Fire Nation still had posters with her face and ones with his nailed to boards.
They never spent longer than a day in any one town, no matter how big and anonymous, and never slept anywhere but under the sky.
One night she wanted to stay another day in a small out of the way village - not such a danger, she figured. She had heard about an advanced Waterbending scroll after arriving, word-of-mouth. The merchant was drunk and passed out by the time she found him, but tomorrow -
He yanked her arm, eyes suddenly fire and not just smoke, and hissed You’re a fool, peasant. Then perhaps he remembered that he was just a peasant, too, and all the fire died. But in her, already answering, was something spitting furious. She tore her arm free, though it was unnecessary; his grip had already loosened for her.
“I want it,” she snapped.
He shrugged. Tomorrow, he said, far more agreeable than he ought to have been. We can circle back for it.
She nodded a compromise. Felt disappointed, because for a moment, there’d been a flash inside her like a dam breaking. For a moment, there’d been a thing in his eyes like embers kicked to life.
That night, curled up in their blankets and with no fire burning to keep out the cold, she went to him. She couldn’t find it in herself to pretend maybe it will be good for us. No, she was just selfish, greedy, and she wanted to feel the way she once had, when she’d had anger and optimism and crashing waves to spare.
He bolted awake beneath her when she touched his thigh. “What -” he demanded. His hot palm came up towards her face, so hot it burned from the inches away that he held back. “Oh, it’s you,” he said crossly.
Her hand slid up his thigh and clutched at his hip; she planted her other hand to the side of his head and bent to kiss him. His lips were warm. Her tongue prodded at the place where they met. His mouth stayed firmly shut, and she pulled back. Sighed with disappointment.
She withdrew to leave. She supposed she would be embarrassed in the morning, or perhaps they could forget it had happened.
Suddenly his hand snapped out and caught her by the wrist. She jerked in surprise, nearly free, but then he was dragging her back down to the ground with him. Her body struck his. She hadn’t gotten her breath yet when his mouth came slamming up to hers, tongue darting between her spread lips. His fingers felt hot, dry, too thin on her as they slid up her thigh. She gasped when they found the place between her thighs. He stroked her there and she throbbed in answer.
She brought her hips down, trapping his fingers against her clit. Gently, she rocked back and forth against his hand, making a slick path from his palm to his fingers. He looked at her with narrowed eyes that were lit up from behind. How long has it been? she asked herself. How long since I’ve had a hand there that wasn’t mine?
“And who would’ve thought it’d be your hand,” she said aloud, laughing from it all. She licked his bottom lip, then nipped at it. His other hand came up her back, to her hair, and tugged it free so it fell all around her face. Then they were up, halfway, fumbling with buttons and shoving clothes this way and that. When she reached for his cock, his trousers were down around his thighs and the skirt of her dress was bunched around her waist, her neckline torn wider and shoved down around her shoulders to free her breasts. She wiggled her hips, knees to either side of him; he pushed up into a half-sitting position and reached to drag her back down.
But she pushed his hand away. Instead, she drove him into her. She felt full, stretched - felt so good. At the same moment, he bit down on her nipple. A moan tore from her mouth. His hands clutched at her hips, and he fell back, thrusting up into her deeper still. She could feel him pressing at the back of her, and she flexed her pussy around him in reply. He shuddered. It ran all through him so that she felt his cock jerk inside her.
He grabbed her by her shoulders. The calluses on his hands made her shiver; the rough, hungry way he looked at her made her follow along when he tugged her down so that her breasts brushed and then flattened against her chest. His hands stroked down her sides, found her bottom and pushed her down deeper on his cock. She rocked her hips down, grinding her clit against his pelvis - and cried out. Her hips began moving in earnest then, around his cock and a slick building heat. She was greedy to come.
He found a slow rhythm, counterpoint to her quicker one. She pulled off of him, nearly to the tip, and then sank back down. Her pussy was throbbing, heat climbing up into her belly. So good and wet inside, she was nearly there-
He slammed up into her as she came down on him deep a second time. Her pussy contracted quick, hot, and her orgasm ripped through her whole body. His face contorted as he pushed her, still riding it out, hastily up his cock. His body tensed, spasmed hard. Then he came, cock spilling hot liquid all over her thighs and belly. She sagged onto him in the aftermath, semen and sweat sticking them together.