Strong sexual content this chapter. There'll probably be a lot of lemons in this story, though, so I guess be ready for them. If you're in the mood for a graphic lemon, you're definitely in the right place. But there is plot too, of course.
23: Tease
Ozai slips into the shower, not even casting a glance at his sleeping wife. Their marriage solely exists for the money and the children now. They don't talk, save to argue. And she has not touched him in a very long time.
He supposes he should be grateful for his numerous whores who think he would ever love them.
Mai. The new soap in the shower smells vaguely of her and the night he drove her to her aunt's house. It disturbs him for a moment because he supposes it is due to being at his house so often with Azula.
He shoves his children away from his mind.
He can spare a moment for a fantasy. Her face, sullen, subtly defiant. Lower to her tits. Purposefully not wearing a bra to tempt him.
He grasps the base of his cock.
Rarely does he need to pleasure himself, with more money than God and a woman whenever he desired one — save for his wife — because of it. But he needs it to get through the day without thinking about the neighborhood jailbait.
He closes her eyes and the moment he pictures her on her knees, eyes pleading and mouth open, he starts to stroke himself. He leans his head back as he keeps picturing her in the dirtiest positions he can imagine, especially focused on fucking her mouth. After the insistent strokes, he finally reaches his climax. He clenches his teeth to keep quiet as his seed floods out of him, settling in the shower drain.
He has to catch his breath and snap back to reality before he can finish showering and dress for the day at the office. As he sorts his briefcase he looks up at the window and sees Mai across the street.
She makes eye contact.
He knows he should look away.
But he does not.
She looks directly at him through the window, and starts to slowly, tantalizingly unbutton her shirt.
He laughs a little to himself as she removes it.
She gazes at him for a second with her head tilted to the side before putting on her bra and her school uniform.
The show ends there.
24: Friday Night Lights
Ozai does work on his phone as he halfheartedly pays attention to his son and daughter. He sent them to the most expensive private school in the state and yet he has to sit in bleachers. Bleachers. Azula cheers with the girls on the team, her touch always lingering too long on Ty Lee. His son plays on the football team.
And Ozai would rather be meeting with an obscenely difficult client, or eating spiderwebs, or dealing with his wife than he here. But he promised his little girl and does not want to break her heart.
But his mood changes when a girl walks up to him on these back bleachers and sets her hands coolly on her hips.
Ozai looks up at her. She wears her signature unemotional resting bitch face. But he knows he could make her scream and moan if he were that kind of a man.
She wears barely any clothes to cover her ivory skin. A crop top that says, 'Dead Inside,' and black, torn short shorts. He notices for the first time that she has fantastic legs.
"Are you here on your own?" she asks coolly.
"Unfortunately," he says. "I never come to these things but Ursa is away squandering my immense fortune on the poor."
"I wish I didn't have to. But Azula and Ty Lee are cheering and Zuko is doing his thing. He always tells me he's at practice when I want to talk, but he doesn't play like a guy who practices."
Ozai cannot help but laugh.
"No, no he doesn't."
"Azula's probably happy you're here, at least. She really fucking hates her mother."
"I can't blame her."
They watch in silence for a little while until he goes against his better judgment and subtly sets his hand on her bare knee.
Mai shoots him a quick glance before pretending to return her focus to the football game.
They talk for a while, in between pretending to care about high school football. They learn a surprising amount about the other and cannot deny that there is chemistry, comparability, too much in common to be comfortable.
After the game ends, they pull apart.
But not before, using the chaos of the crowd as a cover, she kisses him.
He grabs the small of her back and presses her lips harder and harder against his.
They could stay that way forever, but Ozai breaks free and pushes her back.
"I shouldn't have done that," he says quietly, but his eyes say he feels otherwise.
"Yeah. Probably." The ice queen shrugs.
Mai adjusts her hair and leaves him to meet up with Azula and Ty Lee.
25: Trophy Wives
Mai sleeps over with Azula the next day. She usually does on Saturdays, but with Ty Lee, however Ty Lee has a gymnastics competition this weekend.
Ursa is away on charity work for the next two weeks and Zuko is out with his friends, presumably up tono good.
Which leaves Ozai as the sole chaperone for the first time in a long time.
Mai chews gum. Azula sips soda.
They're watching some grizzly horror film. He raised Azula on them, to Ursa's livid objections. Mai has her eyes glued to a screen. Birds of a feather, Mai and Azula.
Ever since he started paying attention to Mai, he sees more and more her passions for the things he loves and Ursa hates.
He focuses on his work in the next room over until he hears his daughter talking about her girlfriend. A responsible father cannot resist eavesdropping on his little girl talking about a love life he considers her too young and precious to have.
"Ty Lee would be the perfect trophy wife, don't you think?"
"What exactly qualifies her for that?"
"Well, a perfect trophy wife is hot arm candy, a maid in the house, a cook in the kitchen and an acrobat in the bedroom. And we can hire a maid and a cook."
Mai rolls her eyes, but her lips very quickly flicker with a smile before returning to their poised position.
"Would you be a trophy wife, Madame Straight as am Arrow?"
"Maybe. I've got a taste for the older ones. Always have. And now that I think about the sex part, I can see why you'd want them experienced."Mai twirls her gum around her finger and Ozai is enticed by it until he remembers himself and his daughter. He enters and clears his throat.
"Perhaps this is a more appropriate topic for you two to speak of elsewhere than the living room."
"Sorry, daddy," Azula says sweetly.
Mai casts him a quick glance as the girls take their movie night upstairs.
26: Pepsi Cola
Mai wears her tiny, sheer, tight black pajamas like a little tease.
Azula asks if it's supposed to be for her, just joking since she adores Ty Lee and knows Mai is the token heterosexual in their clique.
Mai says she had nothing else to pack because she was too lazy and apathetic too do laundry. Azula says she can tell when people are lying — and to be fair she almost always can — but it slips by her this time.
They talk, watch videos, and play video games until they settle in. Azula pops her sleeping pills and bids Mai goodnight. Mai pretends to be asleep until she hears that Azula is at last in a deep slumber.
She gets up and walks to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Ozai will rebuff her, she thinks, but at least she will keep herself on his mind.
But the moment she sets down her toothbrush, he grabs her by the waist, clamping his hand over her mouth when she almost screams at the shock. No more waiting. No more denying himself this ultimate pleasure.
He releases her mouth. "Is Azula asleep?"
"Yeah," Mai whispers.
"Come to bed with me," he says. He is not asking, and she finds that incredibly sexy.
Ozai takes Mai's hand in his.
He slips her quietly through the halls, both of their hearts thundering, and takes her into the master bedroom he usually shares with his wife. He locks the door behind them.
It does not take long for her to remove her scant clothing. He slowly takes her in, looking her up and down. Only her black lace panties are in his way.
She may be illegal, but she is stunningly sexy. And Ozai has always been above the law, thanks to his vast business empire.
He throws his shirt in the corner and advances on her, pinning her to the wall by her wrists.
She gasps as he presses himself against her and kisses her neck, her lips, her breasts. Her fingernails dig into his back.
"Take me," she breathes, and his blood runs south.
His hard cock presses against her core as he keeps her pinned to the wall. With a small moan, still trying to keep herself restrained and icy, she wraps her legs tightly around his hips.
"You little jailbait slut," he growls into her neck.
He reaches down with one hand and feels her arousal has soaked through her black lace panties.
It turns him on even more to feel how desperately wet she is for him.
When she feels his hard cock pressed against her, she feels her heart leap. Boys and girls at school always say it's the point of no return when he gets hard. She doesn't know if that's true, but she wants this too bad to risk it.
"I think you need to know something."
He lifts his lips from her breast. "Mmm?"
"This is my first time."
His breath catches and his cock twitches with the surge of newfound arousal.
But despite his deep excitement to pop her cherry, he softly caresses her face.
He breathes, "I'll be gentle," and he intends to hold himself to that.
She reaches into the small space between them and slides her fingertips down his chest to his cock. She wraps her fingers around it and softly strokes him.
He swirls his tongue around her nipple. Gently bites down on it.
Then he grabs her by the ass with two hands and carries her to the bed.
She falls onto her back and he removes his pants and boxers before descending on her.
She grinds against him, bucking her hips. He sucks on her neck. Hard. His teeth scraping and digging in. Mai does not even care that it will bruise.
He massages her breasts as she lets out small but restrained sounds of pleasure.
After kissing her once on the lips, he kisses the valley between her breasts and beats his lips down, lower and lower, her hips bucking involuntarily as he reaches her navel, and then moves even deeper.
He does this rarely. Very rarely. Not to his wife, not to the majority of his whore personal assistants, socialites and secretaries.
But she is giving up her virginity to him, so she does deserve some sort of reward.
Not to mention he wants her first time to be as good as he can make it.
He flicks his tongue over her clit and she gasps out. Even the stone cold ice princess can not resist this.
He licks her out until she grasps tightly on the sheets and raggedly gasps, eyes rolled in her intense, intense climax. Her pussy tastes like Pepsi cola. She no longer can control the expressions on her face.
He rises, smirking at her.
Ozai presses her down, grasping the base of his cock to enter her.
She manages to gasp out, "Do you have a condom?"
"I don't," he lies. He has a full box in his bedside drawer, but she does not need to know that. Next time, he decides. Right now he listens more to the desire of his throbbing cock than his senses. He rubs his thumb in fast hard circles around her clit as he continues, "Would you like to stop?"
"No," she barely manages to say. One time cannot hurt, she decides. "Just pull out."
He nods and then kisses her neck fiercely. He never liked doing it but he has no desire to betray her trust, or knock up a high school junior. As long as he gets to fuck her virgin cunt bare.
He toys with her breasts for a while longer and listens to her stifle her moans. The girl with a face of stone and a heart of ice writhes and arcs her back and cannot help but let noise slip out of her lips.
At last unable to deny himself any longer, he roughly pulls her legs apart by the inner thighs.
He cannot describe his eagerness and arousal at the thought of deflowering the ice cold minx.
He should be gentle. He knows that.
But what should she expect after relentlessly teasing him for so long?
He brutally thrusts into her, burying himself to the hilt. She cries out in pain and he clamps his hand over her mouth. They cannot risk waking Azula or half the damned neighborhood for that matter in this compromising and illegal position.
"I'm sorry," he whispers in her ear, his hot breath tickling her neck. She softly moans into his hand. He keeps thrusting. Hard. Brutal. Relentless. "It hurts the first time. I should be gentle but—" he is interrupted by his own groan of pleasure. "But you feel too good."
He thrusts and pumps. His eyes lull back at her walls so tight and wet and warm around his wide girth. She doesn't stretch enough to accommodate him perfectly — yet her eager body does a decent job at trying — but he carries on with pursuing his rapidly approaching climax.
He doesn't pull out. She doesn't care anymore.
It feels too good to have his seed fill her, flooring her insides. Marking a claim on her body.
She is too turned on by the feral groan that escapes his lips as he rides out his climax while pumping and thrusting in her.
When they are at last done, she hastily rises and finds her clothes. From the bed, he lasciviously watches her uneven gait. Once she is dressed, she kisses him deeply on the lips. He savors it, and then she is gone.
He rolls his shoulders, reveling in the gratification, and glances down on the blood from her broken hymen and his roughness inside of her on his wife's freshly cleaned sheets.
She slips back into the mattress beside Azula's bed and prays her best friend cannot smell the sex on her.
But she lets a smile slip over her lips.
At least no one can see it in the dark.
She got what she wanted.
And she wants more.
AN: No condom, I know, but for fear of spoiling things, she's not going to get pregnant from this encounter. It was mainly to show the darkness in Ozai, that he's still a villain and perfectly content lying for his own gain even though he is falling for her. No pregnancy, though. But she'll have a hard time covering up that hickey.