Just a random oneshot, featuring Zuko and Azula. Zuko is running late for his morning class at university, but Azula is stubbornly staying in bed. Zuko has a way to make her regret it though. Wanted to write a small smut piece, so bam, here it is. Thoughts always welcome, and enjoy.
Lateness
Azula x Zuko
I don't own any characters, all credit to Brian and Mike for creating Avatar.
Straightening his blood red tie, adjusting the knot to a slightly loose tightness, Zuko looked himself over in the mirror. Once he was comfortable with his attire, he glanced down at his watch, muttering a curse to himself for running so close to being late for his class.
In a flurry of movement, Zuko exited the well lit bathroom, striding quickly down the hall. Taking a glance into the living room, a stitch of irritation throbbed on his forehead as he realized that Azula was still not up and ready.
"I didn't sign up for this," he grumbled to himself, taking a deep, calming breath as he made his way towards his sister's bedroom. The soft padding of his socks dulled the sounds of his footsteps across the smooth wood surface, irritation rising over the calm with each step.
Upon reaching her door, he glanced at the oddly girly warning sign posted on the piece of wood, the stitch of irritation throbbing a little harder. Looking down at his watch again, he took a deep breath before reaching up and knocking on the door.
"Azula, it's time to get up, we're going to be late," he huffed, a deep sigh permeating every word that slipped from his lips. Pressing his ear up against the door, he heard a soft rustling of fabric shifting, his mood slightly perking up at he thought she was actually going to listen for a change.
But that small relief dissipated as he continued listening, her distinctively even breathing grating on his senses through the door. A low, gravelly growl rumbled in his throat, jaw clenching in irritation at the situation.
Normally she was up before him, never missing an opportunity to tease him for over sleeping or taking too long to get ready. But every so often, she pulled a stunt like this. Purposeful, deliberate, all part of some kind of plan or scheme. His mind ran in circles trying to think of what was supposed to be happening today that she would gain from him missing out on.
Nothing came to mind.
He had long since given up trying to guess Azula's master plans, her reasoning seldom ever making sense even at the conclusion. Not to say that he would just let her have her way.
Taking hold of the brass tinted knob, he gave it a turn, quickly tossing the door open. A subtle creak sounded in the otherwise empty hallway before being replaced with a soft thud as the knob bumped into her darkly painted wall.
Casting his gaze across the dark room, light from the hall flooding through the now wide open door, Zuko found his eyes resting squarely on Azula's sleeping form. The rays of soft yellowish white light seemed to focus themselves directly on her, catching the black silk draped across her slender body.
Long, ivory legs peeked out from under the dark fabric, the smooth material oddly covering just the area from her hips to her chest. The round swell of her butt just barely peaked out, teasing glances catching his view. Gentle, breezy breaths pairing with the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest, an innocent smile gracing her soft features.
Dark ebony locks fanned out carefully against her royal purple pillow, a very deliberate, meticulous appearance to the young woman resting on her side. Soft, porcelain cheek rested on the back of her hand, Zuko found himself wondering if she was awake the whole time and was just messing with him.
Which would not be the first time.
Zuko felt his gaze shifting across her affectedly innocent frame, watching the mesmeric shifting of the sheet across her body with each breath she took. A slight move of her legs shifted the sheet, a bit more of her firm ass coming into view. Zuko felt his eyes shifting towards the swell of flesh, her lower lips just coming into view as she moved her leg. He definitely was leaning towards her doing this on purpose, the thought bringing him back to why he was in her room in the first place.
"Come on, Azula, time to get up," he said, putting on his most stern, commanding voice.
No response. He could almost hear an effortless refusal of his authority over her. His irritation peaked, temper flaring slightly as he stepped into her room, the distinct floral scents filling his nostrils with each inhalation of breath.
Coming to a stop at the side of her bed, his breath caught in his throat, golden eyes widening at the sight of her luscious backside. Calming material rested upon her waist, the fabric bunching up teasingly just below her belly button. The sheet was more being cradled than used as a covering, her entire back exposed to his sight.
Fingers twitched, aching to reach out and touch the inviting expanse of pale skin. Part of him craved to simply slip into bed with her, cradle her sleeping form and sleep in himself. But the responsible part of him still held sway, pairing with the more devilish side to come up with an idea.
Reaching back, he squarely and firmly gave her a smack on her ass. A loud clap of skin on skin sounded lazily throughout the room, accompanied by a sleepy moan from the younger girl. But no movement to indicate that she was going to actually get up, despite clearly being awake.
Zuko felt the sting in his palm at the gesture, watching the pink tint stain her otherwise flawless butt where his hand had made contact. The growl in his throat deepened, an annoying choice weighing on his mind.
If he left now, and just let her sleep in, he would just barely be on time, probably the ideal choice in the situation. But he also knew that if he just left without her, she would find a way to make him regret it, despite the lateness being her own fault.
'Brat…' he thought to himself, sighing in defeat as he made his decision. Pulling his phone from his pocket, he shot Sokka a text, making up some excuse for not being able to make it. After a minute, his long time friend replied, offering to let him copy the notes afterwards. Once he had offered his gratitude for that, Zuko placed the digital accessory on the table next to Azula's bed.
Missing one class was not the end of the world, as much as he hated it. Shifting his attention back to the ebony haired young woman still 'sleeping' peacefully in bed, the devilish side of Zuko came up with an idea. He was going to make sure Azula regretted causing him to miss a class.
Resting his left knee on the edge of her bed, he reached out, his hand resting gently on her soft ass. "This is your own fault," he whispered, his lips brushing ghostly touches against her ear. He could feel her body shiver a bit at the contact, his fingers cupping her butt as he gave it a firm squeeze.
The gentle breathing gradually began to quicken, the rise and fall of her breasts hitching ever so slightly as his fingers traced small patterns upon the supple, welcoming flesh. Pulling himself fully onto the bed, Zuko nudged her onto her stomach, the dark material of her sheet completely pinned beneath her toned body. Shifting his position, he parted her legs, allowing him to take position between the long limbs.
Gradually he felt himself having a reaction to the position they were in, his cock twitching to life as he rubbed her firm ass. 'No, this is to teach her a lesson,' he chided himself, closing his eyes to maintain his composure.
Stretching his right thumb as he stroked down her soft cheek, Zuko let the digit brush playfully against her exposed labia, earning a small moan from her peach tinted lips. He felt a shudder of joy echo throughout his body at the sound, his thumb gathering a small amount of her juices as he rubbed her.
"I know you're awake, Azula, you might as well just say something," he teased, waiting to see if she would respond. Again, no response, spiking his annoyance. Casting one last look at her fake innocent expression, he shifted down along her body, planting soft kisses against the firm cheeks of her sculpted ass.
The shivers deepened around her body, eliciting a self satisfied grin from Zuko. Upon reaching the spot where her legs joined, he let out a soft breath on her exposed nether regions, the warm air bringing out a stuttering sigh.
As sadistic and difficult as Azula could be, in moments like these she was so much more honest, her body always responding honestly to his actions. Letting his tongue slip between his lips, he lightly brushed the wet organ against her womanhood, the taste of her juices bursting throughout his mouth.
Feeling her legs tense up at the contact, he took it as unspoken urging to continue, running his tongue in slow, languid strokes along her ever dampening slit. The droplets of her natural taste gathered on his tongue, growing into a steady trickle. Slick trails of nectar trailed down onto the sheet, a growing patch of moisture appearing on the dark material.
With his eyes closed, he felt the taste more intensely, momentarily losing track of his initial goal for starting to tease her. She was impossibly sweet deep inside, her flavor keeping him hooked, addicted to the naturally produced nectar. Mind clouding, he slipped his tongue slowly into her warmth, his body shuddering with arousal at the moan that passed from her lips.
Gripping her ass firmly, he pulled her tightly against his eager mouth, tongue lapping to gather up as much of the addictive flavor as he could. His mind was swimming in thoughts of her, his cock aching within the suddenly tight confines of his trousers. The charcoal grey fabric tented squarely where his length pushed up against it.
"Mmmnnhhhh," her voice grabbed his ear, echoing sweetly as she moaned in time with the ministrations of his tongue. Slipping the organ from its place within her pussy, he slid it further down her slit, keeping it in contact with her slick labia. With a smirk he slid it against her engorged clit, bringing a deeper moan from her lips.
Toes curled lazily against the sheet beneath her, fingers digging into the pillow, she lost herself in the feelings spreading through her body from his mouth against her most intimate part. With each slow, teasing slip of his tongue against her the tension in her gut grew. It was a struggle to suppress her moans, an inferno blazing within her chest and stomach seeking deeper contact.
Placing his lips against her labia, a wet, tawdry slurping sound echoing easily throughout the room. Zuko lost himself in the feel of her against his face, slurping and sucking greedily at the fountain of her womanhood.
"Ahhh, mmmmnh," she moaned incoherently with his actions, the volume increasing with each slip of his greedy tongue into her wet tunnel. The tension in her belly continued to grow, his tongue like liquid fire against her honeypot. Somehow he knew just where to lick, where to put soft pressure and where to press hard.
It always drove her to the brink of insanity how intimately he seemed to know her body.
She flexed her toes, a pleasant tightness growing in her legs as she stretched them out behind her, widening slightly to give him greater access to her deepest parts. A hot, searing haze covered her gaze, causing her to close her eyes against the small, bright bursts of light that flitted across her vision.
But just as she felt her climax about to explode inside of her, the heat of his tongue against her dissipated, replaced with a cold, wet feeling as the air of the room teased her.
Craning her neck, golden eyes clouded with lust, she looked behind her, watching as Zuko straightened his shirt as he made his way towards the bedroom door.
"Where are you going!?" she asked, a near delirious tone masking her tone.
"I told you, this was your own fault," he offered in response, casting a wicked smirk as she pulled the sheet up over her bare body.
The molten yellow of her eyes flashed as she huffed, blowing a stray strand of hair from its place in front of her gaze. "I'm so going to get back at you for this," she promised, the stinging longing throbbing within her loins.
Zuko paused for a second, straightening his tie as he kept the tent of his pants pointed away from her piercing gaze. "I'll be looking forward to that," he said, lacing the words with a deep, syrupy lust. "But it'll have to wait until later, I'm already late for class. Let me know if you want to get lunch," he offered, leaving innuendo to taint the syllables as they passed his lips.
She watched as he exited her room, staring daggers at him as the door closed. With a heavy, frustrated sigh, Azula flopped back onto her bed, ebony locks fanning out on either side of her head. Discarding the sheet from her body, the young woman let her fingers drift slowly down her body, fingertips trailing down her firmly toned belly towards her blazing core.
"Hmmm, lunch sounds good," she said to herself as she slipped a pair of fingers into her dripping honeypot, moaning as she began to picture how she was going to get revenge for him leaving her high and dry. "I will be seeing you soon, Zu-Zu," she promised, the sound of her self pleasuring filling her senses.
Next up I will probably do another one shot, probably Ty Lee x Zuko, then I am planning on getting onto a rewrite for my old Sweet Cup of Jin story and its subsequent chapters. But details on that later. Until next time, good readers.