Jet/Zuko Art by my friend, Nikke, who is awesome and porny and as crazy a fangirl as I am, which is saying something.
Drabbles I wrote for her:
“Ah, what the hell,” Zuko curses, shutting his eyes tight and bucking up against Jet, drawing him in deeper. “What’s the matter, boy, ain’t got it in you to fuck me harder?”
“Oh,” Jet says faintly, gripping the sheets like a lifeline as he slides in deep. “So fucking— you’re so tight, hasn’t anyone else had you like this before?”
Zuko grimaces. “You got a problem with that, assface? Ah, fuck. You won’t shut up, but at least you know how to wield one pointy weapon…”
Jet huffs a laugh and shifts, pressing forward as Zuko locks his legs behind his back, urging him on. “So pushy, Your Highness—” Slow thrust, quick drag, flash of a smirk as Zuko’s breath hitches. “Oh, yes, you like that, don’t you—”
ii. Manly Seme Tears (Inversion)
Zuko paused, stopped rocking his hips upwards to meet Jet’s thrusts mid-fuck, and stared. “Are you CRYING?”
Jet coughed wetly and averted his eyes. “What gave you that idea?”
“I’m the one with a dick up my arse, shouldn’t I be the one in the position to shed some manly tears of pain?!”
“Shut the fuck up, Princess, I just have a lot of feelings about your pert little arse, okay.”
iii. The Aftermath
“Yeah,” Aang drew out, slowly. “You guys weren’t exactly quiet, shall we say.”
Zuko hid his face in his hands.
Jet just looked away, chewing absently at his wheat-stalk. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Next to him, Katara narrowed her eyes and adopted a falsetto. “Oh, Zuko, oh!” She moaned in what was a poor mimicry of Jet’s stellar sex talk, or at least that’s what Jet thought. “Your arse is like some kind of super awesome love machine!”
“I SAID NO SUCH THING.”
Sokka winced as if recollecting something particularly hideous in his memory. “Don’t remember the specifics, don’t want to.”
Appa yawned, and Momo nodded fervently in response.