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“Oh, these are absolutely adorable.” Zuko admitted, holding up a pair of tiny, knit baby booties that his mother sent – perfect for the chilly summer nights and fall weather coming up. They were thick enough to keep their feet warm but also thin enough to double as socks for when they travel to the South Pole.
It was such a simple task – doing laundry together, sanitizing and re-sanitizing things (even Katara who was typically very ‘a little bit of dirt and grime is good for the immune system’ was freaking out over all the possible germs that could harm an infant), organizing the bookshelf by their personal childhood favorites to new stories they hoped to share with the baby, but the domesticity of it all filled him with a certain warmth that was irreplaceable.
He couldn’t get enough of it and wanted this forever.
Katara barely even acknowledged his comment, focused on folding the stacks of onesies and burp rags, slamming them down onto the dresser as if she were angry. “It’s alright, I guess.”
Zuko raised his eyebrow. For the past few weeks, she’d been “oohing,’ “ahhing,” and squealing over miniature versions of things meant for an infant ranging from hats, shoes, clothes, toys, cutlery, and more. He practically had to drag her out of the market sometimes. With those blue eyes and that big smile, it was hard for him to resist her and admittedly, he already went a little overboard himself, so he didn’t want her going too crazy.
“Okay, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I’m fine.”
“I find that hard to believe considering you’re chucking baby clothes like you’re upset with them.”
Katara huffed, rolling her eyes. “I’m not upset.”
Zuko walked towards her and grabbed her wrist, forcing her to stop the aggressive folding and he feels her tense at his touch. He frowns. Katara, as much as she loved her space, rarely rejected his touch unless she was mad or didn’t want to be bothered so she was obviously bluffing. “Did I do something? Or didn’t do something?”
She scowls, eyes narrowing. “You could say that.”
He looks taken aback. “So, I did do something? Or…I didn’t?”
“You didn’t.”
Zuko starts racking his brain for anything he could’ve missed – her birthday was already accounted for, their 6-month-anniversary as a couple was still a month and a half away, her graduation was next week, and he got her fresh flowers pretty frequently. Did something happen he should’ve been aware of?
It’s been a long time since he’d done this romantic partner, boyfriend thing, and the thought of messing up with Katara, of all people, was one of his worst nightmares.
“I..uh.” He sighs. “I’ll be honest, I’m drawing blanks here.”
Katara snorts. “If that was the case, I wouldn’t be pregnant.”
He smiles. Katara wasn't funny in the way Sokka was, but she definitely had her moments and he always tried to make her feel better about it. "Okay, that was a good one. I'll give you that." Then, he grabs her other hand and squeezes them, looking down into her eyes. “I’m serious, Katara. I can’t make it right if I don’t know what I did or didn’t do. And I want to make things better so tell me.” He gives her those soft, sad boy eyes and she rubs her thighs together, feeling the arousal that’d been pooling in her lower belly since this morning when he was walking around their apartment fresh out of the shower with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair damp, increasing.
It was so low, hanging off the jut of his v-line that she could see the sharp, defined muscle that led down to his pelvic area and in between his legs.
Honestly, how dare he?
She was feeling round, sweaty, achy, and gross, and he looked like…that. And now he had the gall and audacity to pretend he wasn't torturing her!
Katara lets out a soft moan, eyes closing as she bites her lip, thinking about the way his back muscles flexed when he stretched, the suavity in his walk, the bulge that left just enough to the imagination, and Zuko blinks.
“Are you alright?”
She nods. “Mhmm.” Then, she stands up on her tiptoes and he instinctively wraps his arm around her waist to keep her stable. “I’d be even better if you fucked me though.” She whispers into his ear before licking the shell, smirking at the bob of his adam’s apple.
Zuko takes a slow, controlled deep breath, already feeling himself getting worked up. He shakes his head, stepping away from her. “We can’t.”
Katara looks a mixture of offended and pissed and he can’t tell which expression is worse coming from her. “And why not?”
“It’s so close to your due date. I don’t want anything to happen.”
“For Tui and La’s sake, Zuko, the baby is fine, it’s perfectly safe, and for the last time, they cannot feel your dick.”
He stares at her, deadpan. “Duh, I know that. I’m not an idiot.” He sighs. “It’s just, with you being so close, you know an orgasm can trigger contractions and you were pretty set on 38 weeks. I don’t want to make you go in early.”
Now, Zuko is an extremely competitive, prideful person. Sometimes, it's almost to a fault. Katara knows this and is aware of it – so to get what she wants, she decides to use his own words against him. She starts giggling before it slowly turns into a fully-fledged chortle as if she was mocking him. “Who said you were going to make me cum? You have to earn those bragging rights.”
He tilts his head to the side. “Excuse me?”
When has he ever not made her cum?
She always does, multiple times.
It's one of his favorite talents because it left Katara screaming his name like he was a God.
Katara walks toward him, pulling him closer with his shirt. “I said” She kisses his neck, placing kitten licks under his jaw before moving to his collarbone. “You have to,” She sucks the skin in between her teeth, determined to leave a mark and she can hear his breath hitch. “Earn those.” Katara starts lifting his shirt up before dipping her head down to blow on one of his nipples and he groans. Then, she peppers kisses down his sternum, fingers light and dainty across his torso. “Bragging rights.” She swirls her tongue along the faint trail of hair, barely even visible if you’re not up close. She knew it was there though and she knew it was an erogenous zone for him. She knew a lot of things about Zuko that other people didn’t like how he has freckles on his shoulders and upper back from soccer training outdoors shirtless underneath the sun and a small dragon tattoo on the back of his lower hip because he was dared to get a tramp stamp.
She loved the fact that there were parts of him, physically and mentally, that only she saw.
Then, she squeezes him through his shorts, eyes going wide with joy at the hard, stiff muscle. “Someone’s happy to see me.”
Zuko’s head lolls to the side, his eyes dark with lust and desire. He swears under his breath and his hips involuntarily jerk against her. “Fuck, Katara, fuck.”
“I’m trying to.”
He snatches her up, lips crashing onto hers as his hands dig into her hips. There is a clashing of teeth and tongue while he pushes her out of the room (even in his hazy state, he refuses to fuck in the nursery where there’s a stuffed sky bison, polar bear dog, and panda plushie watching them), hands already working to undo the tie on her joggers.
She pulls away, giggling. “You’re not even going to ask if you’re being too rough?”
He smiles, pecking her nose. “You’ll tell me if I am.” Then, he slips a hand into her pants. “You know, I’ve always loved your curves. But now?” He squeezes the cuff of her ass. The pregnancy weight gain did wonders for her butt and thighs. “I love them even more.”
Katara keens, pressing herself up against him as much as she possibly could as his fingers accidentally brush against her soaking slit.
“Shit, you’re wet.” He looks down at his hand, licking his lips at the sheen on his fingertips. “Have you been like this all day?”
She nods. “Since this morning.” She gasps, breath catching in her throat as he pushes the material to the side and slides two fingers in, curling them gently. “I wanted to lick every single drop of water off your body.”
Zuko growls. “Oh, yeah?” Then, he begins slinking down to his knees, tugging her pants off with him. “I want to lick yours.”
Katara blinks. “Right here? In the living room where our friends and family sit?”
Normally, she wouldn't mind. He took her from behind once over the kitchen table. But, with her graduation quickly approaching, they were bound to have an influx of visitors in and out and she didn't want to explain that the cushions were in the wash because seminal fluids were all over them.
He lays back onto the couch. “Mhmm." He hums as if it was no big deal. "Sit on my face.”
She frowns. “But I’m so big.” She pouts. “Like a blob.”
Zuko rolls his eyes, sucking his fingers. “Katara, I’m not asking you." His eyes trail up and down her body hungrily and she feels a surge of pride. "Sit. On. My. Face."
She inwardly moaned. Katara loved it when he was domineering and commanding. She was so used to taking charge, it was nice being on the other end sometimes.
Katara positions herself above him. “You’ll tell me if I’m too heavy, right? I don’t want to-ohhh, shit.” She moans, tossing her head back as he begins lapping at her clit. She couldn’t tell if the sticky, wet sound was from her or him – all she knew was pure pleasure and one name, Zuko. She reaches down to tug at his hair. “You’re so good at this.” She breathes out.
Zuko was a musician in both the literal and figurative sense. He was very skilled at the guitar and tsungi horn. His expertise managed to show up in the bedroom with his tongue and fingers whenever he played her body like an instrument. Her legs were already beginning to tremble with every flick of his tongue and she didn’t know whether to be impressed by him or embarrassed by her own body’s betrayal. She can practically feel him smirking against the sensitive flesh, and she instantly regrets praising him.
He’s going to make her pay for teasing him earlier.
His fingertip traces the puckered hole and her grip on his hair tightens. Zuko eases it in and Katara whimpers at the sudden fullness. “I’m gonna, oh God-“ If he wasn’t braced against the arm of the couch, she surely would’ve fallen over him, the gentle stretch sending shocks of pleasure. He drags his tongue across her lips in an intricate pattern and it occurs to her that he's spelling his name, marking her as his. "Oh, Zuko..." She was so close, she could feel the pressure bubbling.
Zuko sucks on the bundle of nerves and that’s all it takes to send her over the edge, legs quivering, slack-jawed, and eyes shut tight as she comes into his mouth. “I’m coming, I’m coming.” She repeats in a trance-like state, as he eagerly drinks it up, trails dripping down the sides of his chin, bringing her right to another orgasm. What was that? Two in less than 20 minutes? Maybe she overestimated herself.
Katara whines, chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath. Her body felt like gelatin, light and airy, yet numb. “I can’t.” Letting go of his hair, she lowers herself down so she’s practically laying on top of him, although it’s more like on the side of him with her belly in the way. She massages his scalp with one hand, the other placed on his chest. “Did I hurt you with all the hair-pulling?”
Zuko makes a show out of wiping his mouth and licking his lips before he answers. “A little, but I liked it.”
“Wow, I didn’t know you were a masochist.”
He laughs. “Something like that.” His voice takes on a more serious, threatening tone. “I thought you said I couldn’t make you cum though.”
Katara blushes, her face feeling hot. “I only said that because I knew you’d have a point to prove.”
Zuko flashes a cheeky grin. “And did I prove it, Professor?”
She smacks him lightly on the shoulder. “Perhaps.”
“That’s not a definite answer.” He teases.
“Ugh, fine, yes, you did. I guess I have to return the favor now.” She reaches down to grab his dick, thumb swiping at the pre-cum and Zuko shakes his head, kicking off his shorts.
“Ride me.” He pauses. "I mean, that's if you can take it. You're still shaking." He grins. “I bet I can get another one out of you.”
“Is that a challenge?” She asks with a raise of her eyebrow, going to straddle him just barely grazing the tip.
“Not really if I already know I’m going to win.”
“Heh, we’ll see about that.” And she lowers herself down onto him, mouth dropping into a silent ‘O.’
Zuko’s eyes roll back into his head. "Shit.” He grunts. "I was really about to miss out on this." He looks at her through half-lidded eyes, the amber gold a thin ring around his irises. "You're lucky you're already pregnant."
She grins, pushing up off him to slowly slide back down. “Don't threaten me with a good time."
He can hear the smugness in her voice and all it does is turn him on even more. Zuko loved it when Katara let him take care of her, but he also loved it when she was like this – dominant, possessive, making her claim, and talking her shit.
It was the sexiest thing in the world.
He grabs her waist, rolling his hips in time with hers and he nearly chokes when she tightens around him. Those pelvic floor exercises really worked.
She flips her hair over her shoulder, enjoying the strained faces and garbled noises he was making. He was one of the most ogled and drooled over men in the world and yet, she was the one doing this to him. “Hm, that’s what I thought.” Katara leans back onto her elbows, sitting on her knees tucked underneath her and Zuko thinks he’s going to explode.
He could see everything from this angle – the bounce of her full breasts, her round belly, his dick disappearing inside her, walls fluttering whenever it’s found again as he pulls out to push right back in and he closes his eyes, lost in the sound of skin on skin.
“You did that same thing the night we conceived.”
Zuko looks at her from underneath his arm. “I was trying not to cum then too.”
Katara leans forward. “Yeah, but you can cum inside me now. All the fun, none of the risk.”
He sits up, putting a leg on either side of him so she’s sitting across his lap. He kisses her, pulling her bottom lip in between his teeth. “You’re a brat, you know that, right?”
“Only for you.”
Zuko growls, feeling that familiar tightening sensation in his balls. He was close, but he was not going to allow himself to cum until he gave her another orgasm first. “Hold onto me.”
She wraps her arms around his neck tightly and he begins to rut up into her at a fast, brutal place, making her nails dig into his back, leaving half-moon prints in their wake. Katara makes a choked moan – she was still so tender from the last two. How did he go from a babbling mess to one-upping her? He places a kiss on the crook of her neck. “I can feel you clenching around me.” Zuko whispers in her ear, slowing down his strokes so they’re long and deep. “So tight. So wet." He sucks on her collarbone. "So perfect and mine.” Katara whimpers, too overwhelmed and overstimulated to say actual words. “And I know you want to cum for me. I love those pretty noises you make when you do.” He rubs her back softly, a warm hand kneading at the sore spot in between her lower back and hips. “So be a good girl for me and do it.”
Katara sobs as her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. The last time she cried during sex was when she lost her virginity because both had no idea what they were doing so it hurt, but this time, she feels like she’s in ecstasy as tears roll down her cheeks. She can feel his own release, hot, thick spurts that make her feel all warm and fuzzy, and the jerky twitching.
He’s saying her name over and over again like a mantra in between whispers of how beautiful, gorgeous, and amazing she is, and it makes her wonder how she got so lucky.
“Zuko.” She whispers shakily, afraid to let get of him because she doesn’t want this feeling to end. She never wanted to come down from this high and if she could get any closer, she would. "I love you."
He smiles into her skin, and she knows the feeling is mutual. He doesn’t want this, them, to end either. “I love you too. I always have and I always will.”