A/N:
Writing Short Stories for OzaiXKatara and Zutara and ZukoXKataraXOzai. Comment and PM for and suggestions and I'll try to write it.
Summary:
Modern AU: A Professor at a University, Ozai roams aimlessly in search of something that wasn't his miserable wife and the same old routine of things. Nearly hitting a student after a late night class, Ozai gets out to check on her and finds a beautiful blue eyed girl. Immediately, he's smitten with her and asks to buy her a drink to make up for almost hitting her. The girl accepts and the two share a drink, giving him something to hang onto. Months later, Ozai sees the girl again a semester later in his philosophy class. What happens when he finds some happiness in his twenty-one year old student that makes him question his entire life?
Short Story 1:
"Damn it! You do this all the time!" Ursa bursts into her husband's home office and finds him asleep at his desk.
Snapping awake in a jolt, Ozai hits his head on the desk lamp and curses under his breath as he sees his wife angrily staring at him. She was in one of those long night robes with the green face mask on to fix the wrinkles that age did to her face, and her hair was roller set up for the perfect body that she liked to go for during the day. He groaned to himself as he typically didn't have a preference for what a woman looked like. He didn't care about those sorts of things. He and Ursa had been together since they were teens and it was no big deal that she was aging faster than him but he wished she would at least dress up every blue moon for bed like she used to. That or stop yelling at him all the damn time.
Ursa stormed up to his desk and slammed her hand down on it, "I asked you five hours ago to go get more tampons for your daughter because she's on her cycle!"
"Sorry," He said, trying to fix the assignment papers up on his desk. "I had to grade a bunch of papers and I fell asleep."
"That's all you seem to care about, Ozai! Work this! Work that! What about our family?! Don't you care about us?!" Ursa demanded to know.
Of course, he cared. That's why he worked so hard. Didn't she know professors were so easily let go of in this city? If he didn't stay on top of his work, he'd fall behind, and his students will go to the administration about assignments not being graded or assigned. It would be the dumbest thing that would get him fired. And if he was fired, he wouldn't be able to pay the mortgage or buy food or get the tampons for his daughter, or the nice handbags his wife couldn't get enough of, or pay for his son to go to college. The family would be a mess. But here he was being questioned about his loyalty to the family. Hell, he didn't have time for this. He'd just go up the street and get the damn tampons since no one else had any legs to walk there themselves or even take the car.
"Fine. I'll get them." He said as he got up from his seat.
"And don't take long! Or I'll find out the little hot student you're fucking around with!" Ursa yelled out the room door at him.
Oh, I wish I was fucking a hot student. Ozai grumbled in his head at his nagging wife.
Driving to the corner store, Ozai entered and heard the little music the doorway played when someone came into the store. He looked down each aisle until he found the one with tampons and saw a busty woman looking at a pack. As much as he had been the one in charge of getting the feminine hygiene items for the women of his house that were still too embarrassed to do it themselves, Ozai hadn't a clue what was what. They were all tampons. He grabbed a pack and looked over it, trying to read the perks to each one to see if he could guess the kind his daughter wanted.
Sighing, Ozai caught the busty woman glancing over at him and he made an awkward laugh as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Not sure what to get."
"For your wife?"
"My daughter." Ozai told her.
"Do you know whether she has a light period or heavy flow?"
Still awkwardly rubbing his neck, "Knowing the kind of bitch she is on her cycle, I'd assume she has a heavy flow." He chuckled.
The woman looked at him with wide eyes as she gasped and the next thing he knew the woman was throwing packs of tampons at him and calling him a shitty father. The busty woman looked like she wanted to help him but of course, he wasn't good with women and upset her. Grabbing one of the packs and hurrying to the counter to ring it up as he needed to get away from that woman, Ozai saw the cashier eyeing him funny with a smirk.
"What? Is it that time of the month for ya?" He asked.
Ozai glared at him, "Go fuck yourself!"
Getting home, Ozai was further bitched at by his wife as his daughter ran around the house screaming that he bought the wrong kind of tampon. Of course, he tuned them out by placing earbuds in his ears, listening to rap about killing people and calling women exactly what they were, bitches. He moved his head to the music and resumed his work in his office. He had no time for his family's drama.
….
Finishing up a late night class, Ozai got in his car and banged his head into the steering wheel as he wanted to yank his hair out. He tore his glasses from his face and threw them at the dashboard and screamed into his hands, cursing and swearing up a storm. There were not enough fucks in the world that could be said to put him at ease. What the hell was wrong with these students? They had no motivation, no will to learn, and no sense. He swore if his wife even said a word to him, he was going to strangle her and burn the house down with himself in it. His life was a mess and he didn't know what to do to make it better. Sure, his long time friend from college that he kept in contact with gave him advice but it wasn't the kind of advice you give a married man. Ursa would kill him if he cheated. But honestly, if he was planning on killing himself and likely his whole family too, what did it matter at this point?
Deciding to ride around town looking for an escort, Ozai pulled out of the parking spot and began driving out of the parking garage. As he ignored the speed limit and turned up the music on the radio, the miserable professor came to a screeching halt upon seeing a student walking out in front of his car. The student fell over in fear of getting hit and he quickly put the car in park to get out and check on them. Even though he was at his limits, he didn't actually want to kill anyone or get himself thrown in jail. He was just angry and thought up terrible things sometimes.
"Hey, are you okay?" Ozai asked the girl.
Looking from the car headlights to the older man, Katara shook and nodded.
"Here, let me help you up."
Taking his hand, Katara was helped to her feet and dusted herself off.
"Sorry, I wasn't paying at-" Ozai stopped as he suddenly got a good look at the girl and saw her big blue eyes look at him. He furrowed his brows as he lost his train of thought and fumbled his words.
"I think you might be less okay than me." Katara chuckled a little at him as she thought the man was silly.
Snapping out of the dumb stupor he was in, Ozai tried regaining himself and laughing it off as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly like he always did before he said something stupid to a stranger.
"Want me to buy you a drink?" He said without thinking and immediately regretted it.
Katara pulled her hair behind her ear as she wasn't sure. Man almost hits you with his car and then tries to buy you a drink? Kind of a red flag but she was dealing with something in her life right now and a drink didn't sound too bad at all.
"Sure."
Relieved that she accepted as it saved him the embarrassment, Ozai opened his passenger door for her and she slipped right in. He drove them to the nearest bar and the two of them headed inside. As they took a seat at the bar beside one another, Katara stuck out her hand and introduced herself.
"Katara Mizuki." She smiled at him. "But everyone calls me Kat."
Taking her small hand and shaking it, a bit startled by how small it was, Ozai introduced himself. "Ozai Yong."
"Professor Yong?" Katara asked.
Ordering his beer, Ozai nodded. "Yes."
"Two whiskeys on the rocks." Katara ordered. "And jager bomb."
Ozai raised his brow at her, "You're a little too small to be drinking that much."
Katara giggled and shrugged, "I can handle myself." She winked at him.
As their drinks were made, Ozai nursed his beer as he didn't know what to talk about, especially with someone so young. He couldn't even properly talk to his wife. How was he going to talk to this girl?
"So, Professor Yong, do you almost hit girls with your car and invite them out often?" Katara teased.
Ozai shook his head and drank his beer, "You're the first but I think I'll try my luck so more."
Giggling, Katara playfully hit his shoulder as she drank her whiskey, "Don't say that. Telling from that ring on your finger, it looks like you're taken."
Ozai looked at his ring and nodded, "Yup."
"How long?"
"Twenty-four years."
"Wow, that's a long time. You guys, high school sweethearts?"
Ozai shrugged, "You could say but really I was just some nerdy kid that got lucky enough to do the homework of the head cheerleader."
Katara was surprised and laughed, "How'd you score the head cheerleader?"
Smirking as he recalled the memory, "I fought her abusive boyfriend. Broke his nose and she's been mine ever since."
"Awww!" Katara said as she emptied her glass and moved onto the next, "I wish my boyfriend would do something like that. Sometimes a girl just wants to feel protected."
Ozai scoffed, "I'm sure your boyfriend would be ready to fight if he saw me here with you."
"I doubt it." She shrugged and pulled her hair behind her ear. "He's got this hippy for an uncle and doesn't like violence."
Sucking his teeth, "Sounds like my son."
Sipping her drink, "Oh, it is."
Ozai choked on his beer.
"Yeah, I kind of figured that out when you said you were Professor Yong. I actually take your class next semester." Katara tried to save the conversation.
Ozai looked at her with wide eyes. His son was dating her?
Downing the second whiskey and then slurping up the content of her jager bomb, Katara climbed down from the barstool. She thanked Professor Yong for the treat and even gave him a kiss on the cheek before grabbing her purse and telling him she'll catch an uber.
Ozai touched his cheek where she kissed him and looked after her as she left the bar. How'd my son score her?
…..
Returning home, Ozai walked in the door and immediately got a shoe to the face. He winced and cupped his face before looking up to see it was his teary eyed wife.
"You lying cheat!" She ran up and pounded him on the chest. "I saw you! I saw you with that young girl! What is she, a student?"
Ozai was confused and then his wife pulled out her phone to show him a picture of Katara kissing his cheek before leaving.
"How'd you-"
"Your phone gave me your location! I thought something bad had happened because you didn't call or come home on time! Imagine my surprise when I see you with miss hot stuff!" Ursa was hysterical.
Ozai tried to explain the situation but Ursa wasn't buying it and cursed him. As the two argued, Ursa demanded a divorce and Ozai paused as he looked at her.
"A divorce? W-why would you want that?" Ozai was in disbelief.
"Because! You don't care about me! You haven't cared in a long time, Ozai! I'm just sick of it!"
"But-"
"I don't care! Just get your shit and get out!" Ursa shouted at him.
A month later and the new semester for the spring had begun. Ozai had barely shaved his beard or combed his hair. What was the point? He was living in a small apartment while his wife sat comfortably in the home he was still paying for. It was driving him nuts and all because of a misunderstanding….and years of neglecting his marriage.
Drinking his coffee as he entered the classroom, Ozai saw it was filled with more students not ready to learn a damn thing and he was not ready to teach them shit. To hell with these students. To hell with him. The world, his world was on fire.
"Psst! Teach!" A voice whispered at him.
Ozai sighed and shook it off as he picked up the chalk, writing the class's course name on the board along with his name.
"Psst! Teach!" The voice whispered again.
"Enough of that. Class has started. If you want a word with me, feel free to speak with me after class. Until then, hush up and let's begin."
Class went on for an hour and it was as unengaging as the professor was but there happened to be one student that seemed to be quite intrigued with the class. She had so much to say and ask the professor and it was almost as if there were only the two of them. When class finally came to an end and the students started pouring out, Ozai saw one student in particular approach from the side as he erased his chalkboard.
"So, teach, want to go for another drink tonight?"
Ozai furrowed his brows in confusion as he turned to see the girl from that night at the bar.
Smiling at her professor, Katara waved as she held the strap of her backpack and leaned against his chalkboard. "I was thinking maybe we could go to the bar I typically go to. They have an older crowd so you'll fit right in."
Ozai set the eraser down and a small smile crept to his lips as he saw her. Honestly, he hadn't stopped thinking about her. There was something about her. Her eyes. Her personality. The little kiss on the cheek. Something. But he tried to push it all back these last few weeks since she was his son's girlfriend and got him in trouble with his wife. However, all that went out the window as he realized she was the student he had been engaging with all class period.
"As much as I'd like a drink right about now, you're my student now and I don't think that's appropriate." Ozai told her as he adjusted his glasses, pushing them further up his face.
Katara pouted a little, "You sure? Maybe you could give me all the answers to the quiz you have coming up."
"Oh, I see, do you invite every professor you have to drink for answers to their assignments?" Ozai started packing up his laptop and paperwork.
Holding her hands behind her back as she giggled, "No but philosophy is one of my favorite subjects. I just really want to pass this class."
"Then study like everyone else." He told her as he started on his way leaving the classroom.
Following behind him, "I'm only kidding."
"Oh, I know." Ozai said as they walked down the hall.
"I really want to go out for a drink because I wanted to know if you've seen Zuko as of late."
"No, he lives in his own apartment." Ozai told her.
"He doesn't visit the house or anything?" Katara asked eagerly.
Ozai sighed, "I wouldn't know. My wife kicked me out."
"She what?!" Katara paused.
Ozai stopped and pinched his brows to get himself together, turning to her. "Look, Katara, wasn't it? Just call him, I'm sure-"
"He's not answering my calls." Katara revealed her teeth were clenched and stared awkwardly at her professor. "I've been trying to reach him for weeks and I think he's been avoiding me. Please help me."
If it wasn't for the fact that she had the prettiest damn smile he had seen in his life, he'd probably decline but he felt sort of bad that his son was avoiding her. What was that boy up to that he couldn't check in with his girlfriend?
"Thank you, Professor Yong." Katara said as she rode in the car with him a second time.
Ozai told her it was no problem and made a left at the light, growing closer to his son's apartment building. As they arrived, Katara told him she would be just a minute and went to ring the buzzer to be let in. Waiting in his car, Ozai watched as his son came down and immediately started yelling at her. He seemed confused and watched the girl come running back to the car with her hands in her face. She slammed the door as she climbed back into the passenger side.
"Just take me back to the dorms, please." She told him.
Ozai sighed, "Still want that drink?"
Apparently, he wasn't the only one who got broken up with. The two of them just sulked at the bar, drinking their beers, and watching the local sports' team play their game.
"I think I'm gonna head home." Katara sniffled as she finished her beer. "I hope you and your wife work things out."
Ozai nodded and drank the last of his beer before getting up too. "I'll drive you home."
…..
Somehow between driving her to the dorms from the bar, the two ended up at his apartment to have more drinks. Katara proved to be quite the bartender as she took all the liquor from his cabinets and concocted a rather smooth yet strong drink. The two laughed about something neither of them remembered and continued drinking. Eventually, Katara confessed his son cheated on her several times with her roommate Mai and lately, she hadn't seen her roommate, so she knew in the back of her mind what was going on. She just needed proof.
"You're too pretty a girl to be dealing with that." Ozai said drunkenly.
"You think I'm pretty?" Katara fluttered her eyes in a drunken stupor.
Ozai nodded before downing his drink, "My son is stupid. If I was twenty years younger, I wouldn't be so foolish."
Katara blushed as she finished her drink too and placed her glass down next to his, then moved her hand to overlap his. Ozai glanced at it and then her.
"I'm still married, Katara." He told her.
Moving her hand up his arm as she giggled and shook her head, "You're separated. Fair game for the rest of us."
Ozai watched as her hand went to his chest and then slid down as she grabbed him by his crotched. "Kat-"
"Shhh," She said as she slipped down on her knees and started unbuttoning his pants.
As much as he thought it was a bad idea, not only getting involved with someone while he was still trying to fix things with his wife but also someone who was his student, Ozai really didn't care at this point. He had been ready to end it all not too long ago. So with that being said, he was all for sleeping with his pretty student. Maybe he wouldn't regret it in the morning.
Waking up in bed next to his student was the weirdest thing he had ever done. Ozai didn't even know what to think about what they did last night. Not that they did much of anything. As soon as she pulled him out of his pants, her eyes widened at him and she passed out on the floor of his dining room. He grabbed her and picked her up, taking her to the loft where his bed was to lay her in. He ended up falling asleep beside her and she cuddled up to him while they slept.
Wiggling himself from under her as she was resting against his chest, Ozai got free and sat on the edge of the bed, running his hands through his black ear length hair. Feeling the bed stir behind him, Ozai glanced over his shoulders to his student that looked confused as she sat up and looked around.
"Did we-"
"No." Ozai said as he got up. "We passed out. I managed to get you in here before I passed out too."
Katara looked around and saw they were both still wearing the same clothes from yesterday, "Well, aren't you a gentleman?"
"Even at a time like this, you can joke." Ozai chuckled as he shook his head.
Smirking, "I mean…I wouldn't have minded if you got a little frisky with me."
Ozai rolled his eyes at her and tried not to laugh at how silly she was being. He was finding he liked her even more than before. She had beautiful blue eyes and chestnut hair. Her personality was easy going and she didn't have to try hard to get his attention. Honestly, he wished neither of them had gotten black out drunk, he wondered what would have happened were they both conscious enough to get somewhere.
Climbing out of the bed, Katara straightened herself out and walked over to him. She smirked and climbed up on her tippy toes to kiss him. Ozai froze for a minute as she captured his lips and eventually, he returned the gesture, kissing her back. She threw her arms up around his neck and pulled him closer as they made out, his hands roaming over her clothed body.
Breaking apart, Katara looked him over and held onto the tie loosely hanging from his neck, "I'll see you in class later." she whispered.
With that, Katara headed out, leaving a very confused and aroused middle aged man alone in his apartment with only his hands to relieve him.
…..
Katara texted her two roommates that she had stayed the night at a friend's house so they wouldn't worry and let them know her Uber was on the way. As she got in the car, Katara noticed she had several messages from her father about calling him. She thought about dialing him up but she was a little too hot and bothered to talk with her father on the phone. Katara literally had to fan herself as she didn't expect things to turn in that direction last night. She needed to lay off the drinking. How could she let herself almost sleep with her professor? It was not like her to get so comfortable with someone who was still very much a stranger so quickly. Not to mention, kiss him and nearly sleep with him.
Oh but if she slept with him, she knew she'd be in for the ride of her life. Katara blushed as she thought about the size of her professor and how she felt his abs underneath his clothes. Spirits, she wanted to rip his clothes off this morning and tell him to take her but she stopped herself. She wasn't that kind of girl or at least, she tried not to be. It was hard resisting the urge when she had been out of the loop with her ex-boyfriend for so long. He hadn't wanted to touch her in so long and here was his father, a handsome older man telling her she was too pretty for what she had been putting up with. Maybe she should have slept with him.
Arriving back at her dorm, Katara saw her roommate, Suki.
"A friends house, really?" Suki asked as she raised a brow. "I saw Zuko deleted all his pictures of the two of you on DigiGram. Don't tell me you were having a one night stand."
Katara chuckled awkwardly, well sort of. "What makes you think I was doing that?"
"You and Zuko haven't been talking for a month. Not to mention, he's cheated on you three times, and you haven't slept with him in almost four months. Clearly, the relationship has been over and you're probably itching to jump some poor soul." Suki told her as she was dressed in a mere t-shirt and cooking eggs over the kitchen stove.
Sighing as she rolled her eyes, Katara lied and told Suki she had gone to the bar and got drunk before scurrying around town, waking up on a park bench.
"I told you not to date those Fire Nation guys. They're bad news and mess up your head." Suki told her.
Katara shrugged, "I'm over it. Like you said, me and Zuko's relationship has been over for a while. By the way, have you seen Mai?"
Suki rolled her eyes and groaned, "We both know where she is."
"I don't know what he sees in her." Katara grumbled. "But I'm going to go take a shower and get ready for class. See you later."
Suki sighed to herself as she watched her friend sluggishly drag herself to her bedroom and slam the door.
….
Class ended and all Ozai wanted to do was bang his head in the chalkboard, he did just that when everyone was gone. However, he soon regretted it as his glasses broke and he struggled to pop the lenses back in. As he tried fixing his glasses, his phone rang and saw it was his wife. He quickly dropped the glasses in order to answer his phone.
"Hello,"
"Why haven't you signed the papers, Ozai?" Ursa asked on the other end.
Confused, "I thought we were going to do therapy first."
"I don't think it's going to fix anything. Besides, I've moved on. You should too. Sign the papers, Ozai."
*Click*
Pulling his phone from his ear, Ozai stared at it before his anger got the better of him and he chucked it across his classroom before punching the chalkboard.
"Whao! Who pissed in your cereal this morning?"
Turning his head to see his student, Katara, enter the classroom.
"You're late." He said, fixing his slightly disheveled hair.
Katara shrugged as she strolled up to him, "I ran into Zuko. He had a lot to say, so I heard him out, then had to run from campus police after I decked him."
Ozai raised a brow at him, "You punched my son?"
"He deserved it." She said looking around his desk and the chalkboard she watched him punch as she moved around him. "So, can we talk?"
"About?"
"Last night. This morning. Nothing happened, right?"
Ozai nodded his head as he took a seat on the stool in front of his desk and rested his face into his hands. "I haven't slept with anyone but my wife in all my life."
"Shame. You look really cute without your glasses."
"Don't tease me." He groaned into his hands and then buried his face into his arms.
Katara sighed and asked if he wanted to go for drinks again. Ozai declined stating he can't get mixed up with his student. Maybe next semester when she wasn't taking his class. Katara whined and took his arm pulling on it, telling him not to be so by the books.
"I'm about to go through a divorce, Katara. I'm just not up for whatever it is you're trying to do and to be honest, you're too young for my taste. Lovely as you are. I just can't get involved with you. Not to mention, you're my son's ex."
Feeling rejected a little, Katara made a puppy dog face at him as she took his hand and placed it on her face. "I'll be a good girl. Promise."
"Don't give me that look." Ozai told her.
Katara only continued making the face.
"What do you even want with me?"
"You look like fun."
"I promise you I'm not."
"Well, I'll be the judge of that. Now," Katara grabbed his coat and put it on him. "Let's go back to your place and have a drink and we can have a little fun. Hmm?"
Ozai studied her for a minute. Was this really a good idea?
What the hell am I doing?! Ozai asked himself as he was on the sofa making out with his hot young student that pulled her shirt off and tossed it onto the floor. He didn't know what was wrong with this girl and he really didn't care at the moment. He just wanted the distraction and maybe that's what she wanted too. They just needed to forget about their worries and just enjoy the moment.
"Do you have protection?" Katara asked him as she reached down and started fumbling with his pants.
"Condoms? No, I didn't plan for this." He told her as he watched her trying to undo his pants.
"Then we'll just have to be a little risky today."
Breaking away from her, "Whoa, no." He put his hands up as his shirt was unbuttoned and pants unzipped. "I'm not taking that chance."
"Just pull out."
"What?" He squinted his eyes at her.
"Pull out before you know…cum."
Ozai pinched his brows, "Yeah, I can't do this."
Katara pouted in disappointment as she sat up in just her jeans and bra. "What's wrong?"
"I don't know what I'm doing and honestly, I'm just not in the right headspace. You'll have to forgive me." Ozai reached over her to grab his glasses and put them back on.
"Am I being that pushy?" She seemed regretful.
Ozai told her she was coming on a bit strong but he didn't mind seeing her if that's what she wanted. She was beautiful and he liked her straight to the point personality, so if courting was okay with her, he could do that. But jumping right into bed was not his style. Especially not right now. He was seriously going through a lot and he didn't want to hurt the girl because of how messed up he was.
"So…we could grab dinner tonight. I-If that's okay with you." He said rubbing the back of his neck in the awkward way he always did.
Katara sat up and kissed her professor on the lips, "You're too cute to say no to."
"I'm a man. We're not cute." He frowned.
Oh, she just couldn't help but adore that frown. For a middle aged man, he was very good looking. She saw where Zuko got his looks from. His father was mighty handsome.
"Whatever you say, cutie." Katara kissed him again before getting up to find her shirt.
As she looked for it, Ozai relaxed on the sofa and watched her. He felt a small smirk tug at his lips as he felt pretty optimistic about the girl. She seemed like she knew how to have a good time and didn't beat around the bush about what she wanted. She was straightforward and a little heavy on the affection but he was sure that was just who she was. He could see how that might not have agreed with his son being a hands offish person but Ozai didn't mind affection. His wife and him had long been out of the loop on things regarding their feelings towards each other and he missed having someone fawn over him. It made it even better to have a young girl be interested in him as he knew many of the people her age would find him boring and uninteresting. He knew his students liked to make fun of how plain he dressed and how standard his hair was groomed and how he wore glasses instead of contacts. Ozai was just your average middle-aged professor with not a lot going on in his life. Only excitement he's had in the last ten years has been this girl and he wondered how much more exciting it could get.
Finding her shirt, Katara asked him where he wanted to get dinner and Ozai kind of just tilted his head as if he didn't know what he wanted. He had been fixing his own dinner for the last month, that and grabbing fast food on the way home. Last time he dined out was a year ago for his anniversary and his wife hated the place. Apparently, she had gone vegan without him noticing and he took her out for steak.
"Steak?" He said awkwardly.
"I haven't had steak in a long time. You're paying, right?"
"Of course."
"Then I'm game." and Katara started going on about how she really wanted a bloody good steak in a strange accent. She was quirky as all hell and didn't know how to turn the switch off sometimes.
Ozai didn't know what she was talking about as his eyes had caught sight of her under boob and started regretting not just having sex with her. He already had to jack off this morning after she left because of the tease she had been last night but now, he was the one backing out. Sighing, maybe later.
Dinner turned out to be an interesting evening for the pair. Ozai discovered the girl was actually the daughter of his college friend and she seemed to worry he'd feel awkward about seeing her since he was friends with her dad and all. Apparently, her father never told him about her or her brother. Which was so like him. Her father was always on the road and never stuck around for long. She guessed that's why her parents split up. But if her father didn't feel the need to tell his friend that he had kids then she didn't have to tell him that she was seeing him.
"So, how old are you exactly, professor?" Katara smirked as she drank from the wine glass she had.
"Forty-eight." Ozai answered. "And can you just call me Ozai? I'm only a professor 9-5."
Giggling, Katara nodded and rested her chin in her hand as she looked him over, "You have sparkly gold eyes. Why don't you wear contacts?"
Ozai shook his head.
"What? Tell me."
"You're going to laugh."
"I won't. Promise."
"I don't know how to put them in."
Katara put her hands over her mouth and tried not to laugh.
"See! I knew it." Ozai looked away and chuckled in embarrassment.
Putting her finger to her eye and removing her contact, Katara blinked her eye around a little to show him how to put it in. "Just like that."
Ozai felt a bit squirmish at how easily she did that. "I'll pass."
"Come on! I'm sure with the right makeover you'd have women all over you." She told him.
Kind of only want you on me. Ozai thought in his head as he watched her smile with her white teeth and curl her chestnut hair on her finger in an innocent fashion but felt seduced in the process. He really needed to get a grip. How did you tell a girl you couldn't have sex with her even though you really wanted to? How had he not just banged her brains out on the couch and empty himself on her face? Oh, that beautiful face of hers would look even lovelier covered in-
"Damn it, I got wine all over my shirt." Katara tried cleaning it up as her shirt became transparent under the liquid.
Ozai bit his lip, "Check please."
Katara tried not to giggle at how fast her professor was speeding but it couldn't be helped. He made them stop at a convenience store and she didn't have to wonder what it was he bought. As soon as they were back to his place, he smashed his lips to hers and started pulling at her shirt. This time he tore it open, her bra in full view as he took his mouth away from hers and looked down in surprise that he tore her shirt.
"Sorry."
Katara pulled him back to her and captured his lips as they both kicked off their shoes. He immediately scooped her up causing her to yelp and then giggle as he hurried to take her to his bed. There, they both rushed to remove their clothes and paused as they checked each other out. Katara's mouth watered as she didn't expect her professor to be this built. So, you're a gym rat. She never found a man's body so sexy in her life but now was a different story. All she could think about was dragging her tongue along his abs and down to his-
Ozai grabbed the girl by the neck and kissed her with tongue as he felt himself growing increasingly eager to have her. Fuck, I left the condoms in the car! He mentally cursed. But here she was naked in front of him and all he wanted to do was pound her right here in these sheets. Oh fuck, it's just one time. He thought as he pushed her down into the bed and grabbed her legs, spreading them.
Holding her rather sizeable breasts, Katara pushed them up and licked her nipples as she stared at him seductively and a small moan escaped Ozai as he had never seen something more erotic.
"You're killing me here." Ozai groaned as he pulled her to him and reached down below them to guide himself to her core. As soon as he pushed into her, the both of them swore under their breath and moaned loudly. He immediately smashed his lips back to her and held her thighs apart as he moved his hips, thrusting deep into her at a steady pace. It was the first time he was having sex with someone that wasn't his wife and spirits he never felt so intoxicated in his life.
"Oh my fuck!" Katara cried as he filled her up with his lengthy girth and squeezed her thighs. "Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" She screamed in his ear.
Ozai drowned out her screaming with his mouth and kissed her passionately as he fucked her good and hard. Feeling rather confident about himself as he felt the girl growing wetter. Eventually, he picked up the pace and she clawed his back, telling him how good he felt inside her. Oh, spirits, she was driving him wild. Running their hands all along each other's bodies as they were close to completion.
"I'm going to cum." Katara whispered to him.
Moving his mouth to her neck, Ozai bit her hard and started pounding her harder. He immediately felt her spill out all over him and his sheets, driving him to his climax as he pulled out and spilt himself all over her stomach and breast. The two panted and claimed one another's lips in the still very heated embrace. Ozai could feel his erection wasn't going anywhere and so could Katara. She got a look in her eyes and flipped them over, her climbing on top of him as she settled him back inside her. He watched her lean forward and grab his wrists, pinning them above his head as she began riding him.
Ozai threw his head back as she rode him hard and took not a single second to take it easy on him. She clinched him tight and fucked him like he had never been fucked before. Lifting his head back to look in her eyes, Ozai watched her go for his nipples and suck on them, causing him to cry in pleasure. Oh, she was a nasty bitch and he liked it.
Cumming again, the two weren't done and Ozai took her on all fours, pulling her back on him as he fucked into her with an abandon he never knew he had. The room was filled with the smell of sex and their passionate moans as they continued fucking in his bed. It wasn't until she came again that his erection died down and he fell on his side panting. Katara's face was buried into a pillow, trying to get herself to calm down after that brutal pounding she just got. Oh, she was going to be sore in the morning.
Panting as she rolled over on her back and stared up at the ceiling, Katara looked over to her side to look at him. "That was the best sex I've had ever."
"I second that." Ozai said as looked over to her and grinned.
The two rolled on their sides and went at it again, this time taking it slow as they wanted to savor the moment a little more. They didn't want to rush it as they had in the heat of the moment.
Morning came and the pair were too sore to get out of bed and simply huddled up under the covers, staring back at one another. Ozai cupped her face and moved to kiss her to which she giggled, kissing him back. He made a move to pick up where they left off but Katara stopped him as his hand traveled down her thigh.
Breaking the kiss, Katara shook her head as she continued giggling. "I'm sore." She said in a hoarse voice.
Smirking, Ozai kissed her lips again and then kissed her jaw to her neck. "I haven't had a night like that ever."
Pulling him back up to kiss her lips again, "Me neither."
Katara was just about to give into another round until there was a knock on the door. They both cursed and Ozai threw the covers off of him as he got up, stretching. He could feel where Katara clawed him the night before. He put some gray sweatpants on and grinned when Katara threw her panties at him.
"Take it off!" She playfully said.
"Give me a minute." Ozai smirked at her as he then headed down the steps of his loft.
Reaching the door, Ozai answered it and was surprised to see his daughter there.
"Azula."
"Hey, dad, we need to talk." Azula stepped into his apartment.
Shutting the door, "Now, is not a good time. I'm getting ready for work."
"See, it's that right there that mom's divorcing you. It's always work, work, work. Well, what about us?!"
Ozai sighed, "Come, tell me, what's wrong." He took a seat on his sofa and gestured for her to sit next to him.
Azula sat down and sighed, "I think you should work things out with mom."
"Azu-"
"I know. I know. Mom is a little stubborn but you two love each other and I can't see you moving on, dad. Do you want to be alone?" Azula asked.
Ozai opened his mouth to say something but a sneeze came from the loft and Azula raised her brow immediately.
"Dad…?" Azula said as she stood up.
Standing up with her, "Now, Azula, your mother said she wanted a divorce and she told me to move on."
"That doesn't mean you move on!" Azula threw a fit before turning on her heel and marching up to the loft stairs.
"Azula!" Ozai shouted at her. "Don't!"
Azula glared at him as she held to the banister of the stairs, "How could you?! You can't pay mom or any of us any attention but you can bang some floozy! Fuck you, dad!"
"Azu-"
Azula stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door behind her as she did. Ozai sighed to himself and went to lock the door. He went back upstairs and saw Katara sitting up in bed with the covers to her face, looking at him apologetically.
"Sorry."
Ozai shook his head and walked up to the side she was on, "It's fine."
Grabbing his glasses on the nightstand beside her, Ozai put them on and went to the bathroom. "I'm going to get ready for work. You're welcome to shower with or after me." He told her.
Katara smirked and slipped out of bed to go grab his arm to join him in the shower. It went without saying that the two had some hot steamy sex in the shower before getting ready for the day. Ozai dropped her off at her dorm as he went to the parking garage to get to his first class. He had to say. Aside from Azula showing up, he was in a pretty good mood.
…..
Katara opened the door of her dorm and waltzed in to see her brother lounging on the couch while Suki was staring out the window, turning her head to glare at Katara with a smirk.
"What?" She asked as her roommate looked at her funny.
Suki waltzed up to her and grabbed her roommate, pulling her into their joined bedroom. She slammed the door shut and locked it before turning to look at Katara with a wide grin.
"So who's the guy in the black sports car?" Suki asked as she folded her arms.
Katara turned her head and pulled her hair behind her ear, "Kind of can't talk about it."
"Well why not?!" Suki whined.
This morning on the way here, Professor Yong told her to keep this between them until she finished his class as it could get them both in trouble. Smiling awkwardly with her teeth, Katara rubbed her neck and decided to drop a hint on Suki.
"We're just seeing each other for the moment but it's a professor."
Suki gasped.
"But don't tell anyone! It could get me in a lot of trouble!" Katara covered Suki's mouth and pressed her finger to her own lips.
Nodding, "I won't tell. Just tell me who it is." She whispered.
"Professor Yong." Katara confessed.
"What?!" Suki was shocked. "That boring philosophy teacher with the 'kill me now' expression on his face all the time?"
Katara smiled and nodded, "He's far from boring, Suki. I mean it. Last night was literally the best night of my life. I mean, I couldn't even walk straight earlier."
Suki couldn't believe what she was hearing and shrieked, "Oh my spirits, Katara! Tell me what else happened."
The two girls discussed the whole night together and how the two of them first met. Suki was absolutely shocked. She couldn't believe it. Her best friend was literally screwing her ex's dad. Talk about pay back.
"I don't know, Suki. It doesn't feel like I'm screwing Zuko's dad. It's more like I'm screwing my teacher." Katara sighed as she spaced out, recalling last night. "I mean, you should see what he looks like without his clothes and his glasses, I mean, he had me drooling before he could even get me on my back."
Suki and Katara giggled to themselves as they continued talking. Suki noticed her friend seemed to really be smitten with the professor and now, she was curious to know more about this Professor Yong. What kind of man was he outside of school?
It couldn't be helped that Katara was flustered all class long while being in close proximity to the professor she had just spent last night and this morning with. He had her attention before but now he really had it. She hated to admit it but she knew when he hit her with his car who he was. Zuko had a picture of his family in his apartment that she saw often and most of the school was always aware that his father was a professor. Plus, Katara had been eyeing him from afar as she could somehow see beyond the glasses, basic teacher attire, and slick back. Something told her there was more underneath it all and she was glad to have discovered she was right.
When class ended, Katara went over to her professor as he was clearing the chalkboard.
"Planning to come over again?" He asked her.
"I want to but I kind of have to study." Katara told him. "I'm a medical major so I have to stay on top of my grades."
"Medicine. I thought you were a sociology major with how you seem to be interested in my 'boring ass class' as the other students love to say."
Giggling, Katara shrugged, "Maybe you're why I'm interested in the class." She grabbed onto the buckle of his belt and pulled herself to him, about to reach to kiss him.
Ozai turned his head, "Not here."
"Why not? Don't you want to take a risk?"
"Not at the expense of my job. I still have a mortgage to pay off."
"No fun but okay, goodie goodie." Katara poked fun at him. "I'll see you tomorrow, teach."
…..
"Give me my phone back!" Ozai chased the girl around his office as she snatched it off his desk.
Giggling as she kept a safe distance from him, "Wait, I'm trying to put my number in it." Katara told him.
Stopping, Ozai eyed her, ready to pounce her if she went through his phone. As soon as she saved her number in his phone, Katara handed him the phone and slapped his ass as she walked past him.
"Call me sometime, will ya?" Katara told him as she slipped out of the classroom.
Ozai stared at his phone for the better half of an hour as he debated whether he should call Katara or not. It just felt odd. Being back out on the market and seeing someone that wasn't Ursa. All he knew was his wife. But the other night, he finally had sex with someone that wasn't his wife and spirits, he couldn't stop thinking about the clear sexual chemistry. Her body moved perfectly with his and they were in sync. Not to mention, she was returning his touch, refusing to keep her hands to herself. It made him feel attractive and wanted, something he hadn't felt ever in his life. He wanted to feel that again but maybe not so much in just a sexual way. While he couldn't wait to have sex with her again and listen to her crying out in pleasure, he sort of needed a different kind of intimacy at the moment.
Katara looked down at her phone as it rang and smiled as she didn't recognize the number, picking it up to answer it. "About time, professor. I was starting to fear we were one and done."
"Mind if I pick you up?"
"I don't mind at all. I'll start getting ready now." Katara said.
Hearing her smile on the other end, Ozai smirked and told her he would see her in thirty minutes.
Entering his apartment for the third time, Katara placed her purse on his counter and turned to eye him seductively. "So, I was thinking you could fuck me up against the door this time. You know, piss off your neighbors."
"I was actually just wanting to order in and watch a movie." Ozai told her.
Katara raised a brow, "That's all?"
Ozai nodded.
"Okay, but if you change your mind, make sure to pause the movie. I hate starting something and not finishing." Katara said as she took off her shoes.
The two ate take out noodles and drank beer as they watched a movie on tv. It was a quaint evening. A cute date night. Katara rested her head in his lap as he patted her. Both drifting off on the sofa in their position. Ozai woke up in the middle of the night and carried the girl upstairs, cuddling her as he settled in behind her, drifting back to sleep. In the morning, he woke to the girl laying on top of him, wiggling her hips.
"Katara," He groaned as he rubbed his eyes.
Lifting her head from his chest, "Morning, professor."
"What are you doing?"
"I'm just trying to get you up if you know what I mean." Katara kissed his jaw and trailing kisses down to his neck, biting into it.
Groaning as he bit his lip and ran his hand into her hair, "I'm up."
Sitting up in his lap, Katara flipped her hair back and reached for the bottom of her shirt to pull up. Ozai sat up with her and stopped her, kissing her cheek.
"You don't need to do that." He whispered.
"So, clothes on?" She asked in confusion.
Ozai chuckled and shook his head, "I just want to hold you, if that's okay."
Katara nodded as she didn't know if he just had a thing for cuddling or wanted to slowly build up to sex. But she guessed she'd just go along with it.
Afterward, Ozai explained her didn't want to just have sex with her. He enjoyed other forms of intimacy if that was okay with her. She kissed him and agreed, telling him she was picking where their next date would be.
Ozai blinked around as Katara helped him put in the contacts they just bought from the mall eye place. She held the mirror up and let him look at himself.
"You look good, right?" Katara said.
Ozai raised a brow at himself as he wasn't used to seeing himself so clearly without glasses. He had to say, he looked good but Katara put the mirror and started rustling his hair to give it a hip disheveled look.
Lifting the mirror up again, "How about now? What do you think?"
"You want me to look like this when we're out?" Ozai asked her.
Katara nodded, "Makes you less noticeable if we're going to be going out in public together."
Ozai agreed and decided he'd take this appearance on when they were out. It was a nice look. He looked fifteen years younger.
"Now, let's pick out some clothes for you."
Things were going well. Ozai really enjoyed the time he spent with his strange and horny student. She liked to have fun and always picked places he never went to have their dates. They went to a billy goat farm just outside the city, an amusement park, a cat cafe, and her yoga class. She even had them do a cooking class together which was interesting as neither of them were qualified to be baking a cake and ruined it. It was still fun and Ozai never thought a cake as disgusting as the one they made would taste somewhat decent if he licked it off the corner of her lips.
As far as sex went, the two would attempt on different occasions but something always came up or Ozai would decline. It would only make Katara want him more. One day before class started, Katara stopped in his office asked him why he didn't want to have sex with her.
Gathering his work for class, "I'm still married, Katara. The divorce isn't yet final."
"You're separated, professor. Which makes you fair game and I want you badly." Katara told him as she grabbed his hand and put it up her shirt, squeezing his hand over her bare breast.
Ozai was immediately aroused by this as he could feel her hard nipple in the middle of his palm.
Pushing herself up against him, "Tell me you don't want me, professor." She said before capturing his lips with hers.
Just when was going to grab her neck and kiss her passionately, Katara pulled away from him and smirked before leaving his office to take her seat in the classroom.
Ozai cursed her as she had him worked up now and he wouldn't be able to do anything about it until class ended.
After class, Katara was sitting on his desk, pulling his shirt open as they made out in his office. Him standing up close in between her spread legs, practically dry humping her as he worked his fingers through her hair, devouring her lips. As he was getting the friction he needed, Katara reached into her pocket and pulled out a condom. Holding it up to show him as they broke their lips from one another.
Panting, "Why are you so interested in fucking me?"
Katara smirked, "I want you to fuck me, actually." She grabbed his crotch with her other hand and rubbed his strained length.
Ozai snatched the condom from her and tore it open using his teeth. As he fumbled to put it on, Katara raised a brow at him.
"It's been a while since I've used one of these." Ozai told her as he tried putting it on correctly.
Katara got down on her knees and moved his hands away as she put it on him using her lips. As soon as it was on, Ozai pushed her up against his desk and shoved her head down on it as he spread her apart. He got on his knees and spread her little pussy lips apart, shoving his tongue between the folded and into her sex. Katara reached behind her and gripped his hair as he tongued her down. Oh, she wanted this so bad.
After she cum on his tongue, the professor got up and positioned himself behind her, probing into her warm tight pussy. "Is this what you wanted, Katara?" He asked seductively before pulling his cock out completely.
Whining in protest, Katara begged him to put it back in and wiggled her hips. "Please, professor, give it to me."
"I don't know. You've been teasing me for weeks. I don't know if I should give you what you want."
"I promise to make you feel good. Please, just put it back in."
Ozai placed his hand on her back and ran it down her backside, giving her ass a little slap. "You're going to make me cum?" he asked her.
"I will. I promise."
"I expect nothing less." He whispered in her ear as he leaned down and kissed her ear lobe, grabbing her hair into his fist as he entered her young pussy.
Katara was pounded hard into the his desk as he held her hips and fucked her senseless. She could barely breathe as she screamed her head off, clawing his desk as he tore her pussy up. Clearly, he was pint up and in need as much as her which made this experience even better. Soon, she felt his finger poke at her ass and push in as he kept giving her pussy the pounding it wanted. Ozai eased his finger in and out of her, pumping her tight little hole as he cock fucked her hard. He lifted one of her legs and propped it up on his desk for a better angle.
"Oh my fuck! Yes, professor! YES!" She cried out as he continued loosening her pussy.
Gripping her hair tight, Ozai whispered in her ear, "I want something else."
"Take it! I don't care just don't stop fucking me!" Katara cried to him.
"Very well." Ozai pulled his finger out of her ass and spit in his hand, running it along his already sobbing wet cock. He, then, took the dick of his dick and pushed it into the tighter hole.
Katara gasped for air, "Fuck!"
"Shhh, just take it." Ozai shoved himself into the hilt and smirked as she screamed, squirming about in pleasure. "You wanted this."
Sliding off his desk onto the floor, Katara tried crawling away from him but he grabbed her leg and pulled her back to him.
"We're not done." He told her and flipped her on her back to fuck her into the floor.
Panting with cum all over her face, Katara stared up at the professor, who was lounging in his chair after being spent.
Staring back, "We're going back to my place and you're going to let me do that again."
"Whatever you say, professor." She wiped the cum from her face and licked it off her finger.
…
Spirits that girl was going to get him into so much trouble and he didn't even care. If they could make it till the end of the semester, then he would relax. Maybe come out to his family about her. It was clear Ursa and him weren't getting back together as he saw a picture on his son's page with his mother and some other guy. While she could move on with ease and no care, he had to be a little more cautious about it. Plus, he didn't know what kind of relationship he was in. So far, he was kind of only screwing his student and he hoped that wasn't all. As before, he really liked her but he knew how young girls were. He had seen enough going on around him to know that some just wanted a good time and it was possible she was just in it for a good time.
Thinking like this sort of upset him but he tried not to let it get the better of him. Katara wasn't that kind of girl, he didn't think.
Ozai was beginning to think she was that kind of girl. If she wasn't studying for her classes, then she was at his place, screwing the fuck out of him and literally making him empty his sack before crashing. She wanted to be fucked in every room of his apartmant, in every position, and even in his car. He didn't deny her as he was all for it but the sex was all too good for her to want anything else from him, he feared. Typically great sex and relationships didn't go hand in hand, at least not from what his father always told him. If she fucked good, she wasn't a keeper and Ozai really hoped that wasn't the case. So far the last three months with her had been a blast and he didn't want it to end.
"Can I ask you something, Katara?" Ozai asked her as he played in her hair while she studied one of her textbooks. It was her way of getting to see him and study.
"Ask me what?" She continued looking through her textbook.
"What do you think of me?"
Katara closed her book and looked at him, "What do you mean?"
Sitting up from his lying position, Ozai leaned back against the headboard of his bed and eyed her. "Am I just someone you can have your fun with?"
"What?" Katara was confused. "Are you asking if I'm only with you for the sex?"
Ozai nodded.
Giggling as she tossed her book aside and went to climb in his lap and cupped his frowny face. Katara pressed her nose to his and shut her eyes with him. "Want to be my boyfriend, Professor?"
"Depends?" He said with his eyes shut.
"On?"
"Are you planning on passing my class?"
Katara playfully hit him.
"Ow! Don't hit me, woman!" Ozai chuckled at her.
"I'm already passing your class."
"You are?" He tilted his head and raised his brow.
Katara giggled and nodded as she threw her arms around his neck, "With flying colors." she said before kissing him.
Kissing her back in return as she raked her fingers through his hair, Ozai flipped her on her back and ran his hand along her side. They were about to get busy when there was a knock on the door and Katara groaned and told him he's a little too popular for her taste.
Going to answer the door, Ozai was wearing a black v-neck and gray sweatpants with his hair all messy. Answering the door, the professor as a bit surprised to see his son and even more surprised when he was punched dead in the face by his son.
Stepping over his father who fell on the floor holding his nose, "Azula says you have another bitch now. Who is she?"
Ozai held his nose and rolled on his side, "That's none of your business."
"Oh really?! Is she here?! I'm going to give her a piece of my mind."
Ozai got to his feet and continued to hold his bleeding nose, "What does it matter if I moved on? Your mother is done with me."
"Because you neglected her!"
"I gave that woman everything she wanted."
"Except attention."
"I was busy giving her everything else!"
"You're so full of shit, dad."
"Why don't you just leave? I don't think you should be here."
"So she's here, is she?" Zuko narrowed his eyes and looked up at the loft. "Hey, slut! Stop fucking my father! He's a married man! And if you know that, fuck you bitch!"
"Get out!" Ozai growled at him.
Zuko balled his fists and warned his father not to come around. When he left, slamming the door behind him, Katara hurried down the stairs and locked the door.
Sighing as she turned to look at Ozai, Katara saw his nose was bleeding and went to get a paper towel and some ice. She had him sit down as she treated his nose, making sure it wouldn't swell as she caressed his hair.
"You okay, baby?" She asked him.
Ozai nodded his head.
"I'm sorry you got hit."
"It's fine." He said as she kissed him on the cheek.
"You sure? I can deck him for you."
Ozai chuckled at the small girl and shook his head, telling her she had a fiery attitude when messed with. He liked it. He liked everything about her. She was perfect. Everything he needed that he was lacking. All he could think about was her on most days. She lived in his mind rent free and he wanted it to stay that way.
"Is something wrong?" She asked him as she caught him staring intensely at her.
"I think I'm falling for you." He told her.
Moving the ice pack from his nose, Katara gave him a peck on the cheek and beamed at him. "Hold this." She handed him the ice pack and slipped down in front of him.
Never did Ozai ever think that saying those words to a girl would get him a blowjob but he would be sure to tell her things like that more. She clearly likes to respond to him in this fashion. Gripping her hair as she took him in the back of her throat, Ozai instructed her to suck him harder. When she did this, he threw his head back and gripped her hair tighter.
"Fuck! You're absolutely amazing, dear! Keep doing your tongue like that!" Eventually, he gripped her head and thrusted into her throat, cumming in the back of it. "Yes, drink it!"
Katara drank every drop of him and sucked harder for more, she was drunk off lust and so was he. Picking her up off the floor, Ozai threw her over his shoulder and carried her up the stairs of his loft to return the favor.
A few days went by and Ozai was shopping for his groceries with his new girlfriend. She told him she wanted to cook for him, make him some traditional Water Tribe dishes. He wasn't all too sure about it but he'd give it a try. As they continued shopping, Katara holding onto his arm as he pushed the cart, the two ran into his ex-wife and her boyfriend.
"Ozai?" Ursa seemed surprised to see him and see him not alone.
Katara leaned her head off of Ozai's arm as he continued to move past the woman that said his name. "Who's she?" she whispered.
"My soon to be ex-wife." He told her begrudgingly.
"She's following us." Katara whispered back.
"I know. Just keep mov-"
"Ozai, why are you acting like you don't see me?" Ursa chuckled in a snooty manner.
Ozai stopped his cart and sighed, "What do you want, Ursa?"
"You ignore my calls, ignore me in the store, and ask what I want?" Ursa pulled her cart up to him. "Have you not received my messages?"
"I haven't had the time."
"That or you won't make the time." Ursa turned to look at Katara. "Who's she?"
Katara raised a brow at her as Ozai introduced her.
"This is Katara. She's my-"
"Girlfriend." Katara gave a fake smile.
Ursa raised her lips up in a snarl, "She looks like a student of yours."
"Well…"
"She is, isn't she! She's that bimbo I saw kissing you at the bar the night I kicked you out!" Ursa realized and glared at Katara. "You homewrecker! What twisted seduction have you used on my husband?!"
Katara laughed, "Trust me, you don't want to know."
"Katara!" Ozai hissed.
"What? I'm just saying it's none of her business. She doesn't need to know about our sexapades. That's between you, me, and the bottle of chocolate syrup we used last night."
Ursa gasped as Ozai palmed himself in the face.
Katara covered her mouth.
"Katara, please be quiet." Ozai told her.
"At least I didn't tell her about the whip and ball gag."
Ursa's mouth fell as the little slut couldn't seem to shut her mouth about the awfully disturbing things she had used as a prop with her husband. Honestly, she was starting to worry that it was Ozai that had the sick fantasies. No wonder he wasn't interested in her. She'd never do any of those things with him. Thank the spirits she was moving on.
Returning to his apartment, Ozai groaned and told Katara never to mention what they do to anyone. She smiles awkwardly as he stares at her and realizes she's told someone. Apparently, her roommate knew all the details about their relationship and gave her tips.
While Katara got to cooking, Ozai sat at the breakfast nook on his laptop and graded papers. He tried to focus but his girlfriend liked to sing while she cooked, something he was only just discovering about her. There were a few other things he was beginning to find out about her like how she talked to herself when trying to recall something or while she studied. Every morning she checked in with her roommate so there wouldn't be any worries. And she almost always told him while brushing her teeth how she never had a cavity.
Sighing as he tried to focus, Ozai's laptop was closed as Katara shut it with the wooden spoon in her hand and asked him if he liked rice. Reopening his laptop, he nodded and asked her who didn't like rice. This started up some philosophical debate about how rice was a necessary part of every meal. Of course, Katara spearheaded the conversation while Ozai absentmindedly agreed with everything she said so he could focus on his work. When dinner was ready, Katara sat his plate beside him and he ate while finishing up the last of his graded papers.
"This is good." He told her.
"Thanks!" Katara cheered as she ate in the seat beside him.
As Katara went off to bed, kissing his cheek before she did, Ozai glanced over to her going up the stairs and remembered how Ursa hated him putting his work before her and their family. He knew he should spare the time for his family but his son and him never got along. Azula was too caught up in her friends to care about her father and Ursa just nagged him so much it was unbearable being around her. However, none of this was a good enough excuse. He shouldn't have neglected his wife and family. He couldn't make that same mistake again. Katara would be okay with it for now, just like Ursa was but eventually, he'd get so absorbed that he would fail to engage in anything with her. He literally didn't remember the last time he had sex with his wife. He and Ursa stopped sharing the same bed years ago. Their marriage had been on the rocks long before it died. And it was his fault.
Katara had snuggled herself under the sheets when she suddenly felt Ozai climb into bed behind her and snuggle up to her. Looking over her shoulder to see her boyfriend, the young student smirked and rolled over to face him. She curled herself against him and let him hold her.
"Night, Professor."
"Night, Katara."
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Zuko didn't know what was going on but Katara was literally never home. Her roommate was either covering for her or Katara moved on and something told him some asshat snagged her up real quick because she hadn't even tried to call or message him. It was unlike her to just leave things as they were. She never just let him break up with her.
"I'm telling you, she's not here." Suki folded her arms. "Why don't you just text her and meet up?"
"Yeah, maybe you're right."
Suki slammed the door in his face, "Dumb ass." And quickly texted her friend.
Riding her professor before breakfast, Katara ignored the ringing of her phone as she was far too invested in trying to get him to cum before she did. They had place their bets and if she won, he was fucking her in the classroom one day. If he won, she had to dress up like a catgirl and meow while he fucked her. Getting flipped on her back, Katara was pounded quite hard as Professor Yong wrapped his hands around her throat. The kink was enough to make her forfeit. But she remained vigilant. It wasn't until he got her on all fours that Katara tapped out and came all over him and the sheets.
Kissing the crown of her head, Ozai slapped her ass and got up to go take a shower before work. Katara shouted that she wanted a rematch and picked her phone off the nightstand to see who ruined her concentration. Seeing she had several texts from Suki and one long one from Zuko, Katara read them all and sighed as she got to Zuko's. For some reason, he wanted to meet up and talk. She didn't know what about but she told him she'd see him before her philosophy class in the library.
"I'll see you in class." Ozai said as he kissed her. "Lock up before you leave." He tossed her a copy of his keys.
Katara held tight to the keys and squirmed around in glee.
Getting to the library, Katara waited around for Zuko and was about to leave and head to her next class. However, Zuko showed up in the nick of time.
"You wanted to talk?" Katara said as she folded her arms and leaned against the bookcase.
Looming over her, "I was trying to figure out why you haven't reached out."
"What are you talking about? You dumped me, remember?"
"Yeah, but we've broken up before and we've never been over over."
Katara scoffed, "Zuko, look, I-"
"You're seeing someone else, aren't you?"
Katara nodded.
"Who is he?"
"None of your business. Just know I'm happy and don't want to be bothered. So delete my number."
Zuko narrowed his eyes at her as she walked off.
As class ended, Katara made her way to the professor and kissed his cheek. "Ready for our rematch?"
"I never agreed to a rematch."
"Then that means you forfeit and have to fuck me in the class." Katara whispered in his ear.
Ozai pushes his glasses up his face and scoffs, "I already bought the cat ears and tail."
"Okay, professor." Katara said seductively. "I'll be your kitty cat. Meow."
Even though he was a forty-eight year old man, he had a hard time not behaving like a hormonal teen around this girl. She stirred something in him that he didn't know what to do with. It drove him nuts and he wanted her at all times of the day. Her high sex drive and the quality she gave was an absolute win. Not to mention, she was an incredible girlfriend. Always making his lunches, never complained about him, always affectionate, and just altogether the kind of woman he needed in his life. It was hard going your whole life feeling like you were someone's mistake. First, his father's and then his wife. But finally, someone saw him as a good idea, someone saw him as worth the time and effort. He was in love with her. He knew that's what this feeling was. He felt it a long time ago with Ursa when she finally gave him the time of day but this time it felt a little more returned.
"I planned a whole evening for us leading up to you being my catgirl." Ozai told her. "I got us movie tickets."
Katara's eyes lit up. "Is it to that action movie I was telling you about?"
Ozai nodded.
"YAY!" She squealed and threw her arms around his neck, kissing him repeatedly against the cheek.
"What the fuck is this?"
The two quickly pulled apart and looked to see it was Zuko, staring at them in disbelief.
"What the absolute fuck?!" Zuko stepped into the classroom and slammed the door. "Katara, that's my fucking dad! Is he who you're fucking?!"
Katara pulled her hair behind her ear and looked away.
"Dad! That's my fucking girlfriend! Is she the girl mom was talking about?!" Zuko shouted.
"Ex-girlfriend." Katara folded her arms and narrowed her eyes at him.
Zuko growled at her, "You know we always get back together! Besides, that doesn't give you the right to go fuck my dad!"
Katara rolled her eyes as his father tried de-escalating the situation.
"Listen, Zuko-"
"I don't want to hear it! You're supposed to be working things out with mom and yet, here you are screwing a girl more than half your age! What's wrong with you?! Is this some sort of midlife crisis?!" Zuko looked at his father like he had lost his mind. "I mean if this is then you need to get help and stop fucking my girlfriend!"
"Ex!" Katara screamed the correction.
"You shut the fuck up, you spirits damn slut!" Zuko pointed his finger at her.
"Hey, watch your mouth!" Ozai shouted at his son, not about to let him call Katara out of her name like that. "You won't talk to her that way! Now, I get you're upset but your mother made it very clear to move on and I have. As for you and her, I drove her to you because you were ignoring her and I watched you break things off. So, neither of us are in the complete wrong here. We're adults and can do as we please. No one's breaking any vows or breaking any commitments."
"But you're both breaking the rules." Zuko pointed out as he smirked and folded his arms. "You can't date your student. You can lose your job and she can lose her scholarship. What are you going to do about that, hmm?"
"You're going to blackmail us, aren't you?" Katara seemed to pick up on this.
Zuko nodded, "I think if dad goes to couple's therapy with mom and tries to work things out and you stay off my dad's dick, I can pretend like I don't know shit and keep this a secret."
"Bullshit!" Katara spat.
"Let's discuss this." Ozai turned to Katara.
Groaning as she threw her arms up in the air, "Discuss what?! He's trying to break us up! That fucking weasel!"
"Hey, I'm still here!"
"Then get the fuck out, we're talking here!"
Zuko decided to slip out to give them a chance to sort things out.
"What?" Katara turned a displeased gaze on him.
Sighing, "Look, neither of us can afford to get caught."
"Okay, I agree."
"So, let's just do what he says for now until we can think up a plan."
"But Oz-"
Cupping her face, "Look at me, we're not ending anything. We're just appeasing him for the time being."
Pouting, "But I don't want to stay off your d-"
Rolling his eyes at her crude humor and tried not to laugh with her, "Seriously, Katara, let's just do this for a few weeks and once we figure out a plan we can go back to what we were doing."
"But what about tonight?" Katara asked as she felt like she was going to go out there and deck Zuko.
Brushing her hair from her face, "We'll go another time."
Groaning as she turned and flipped the papers off his desk and screamed, pulling her hair. "Fuck you, Zuko! You're ruining my life!"
Zuko stepped back in the room, "I assume you're both decided."
Storming up to him, Katara shoved her finger in his face and growled. "I promise come the next few weeks, I'll be riding your dad's dick like a fucking cowgirl and there's not a thing you can do about it!"
Katara slammed the door behind her and screamed at the person that nearly bumped into her.
Zuko furrowed his brows at his father, "I can't believe you're fucking my ex, dad. That's not cool."
Ozai shrugged and picked the papers up off the floor, "Keyword is ex and last I checked, my sex life is none of your business."
"It is when you're supposed to be with my mother and yet you're sleeping with Katara of all people. You know she's crazy right?"
Ozai figured she was but he could deal with her kind of crazy over his son's mother. Rather have someone crazy over him than crazy at him. There was a mega difference and he didn't need to explain that to his son because again, none of his business.
"I'm going to go to therapy with your mother but it's not going to end like you want, Zuko. Your mother was pretty adamant about us getting a divorce." Ozai explained. "And to be honest, I'm not trying to save the marriage anymore. I've moved on emotionally as well as physically and your mother was literally making my life a living hell. Only reason I didn't kill myself already is because that 'crazy' ex of yours made it very clear she wanted me."
"So fucking Katara saved you, is what you're telling me?"
"Sort of."
"Disgusting. You need help."
"Whatever, Zuko. Just tell your mother to set the appointment with the therapist and I'll meet her there." Ozai packed his things into his laptop bag and headed out the back door of the classroom.
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A/N:
I made Katara the forward one in the story to switch things up.