Sokka still

Azula’s fingers trailed down Sokka’s spine, her touch light, almost teasing, as he lay facedown on the silk sheets. The room was thick with tension, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and shame. She leaned over him, her breath hot against his ear, her voice a low, dangerous purr. “You’re mine now, Sokka. And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

His body tensed beneath her, his muscles coiled like a spring, but he didn’t move. He’d learned better than to resist. Azula chuckled, her fingers brushing over the curve of his ass, her nails digging in just enough to make him flinch. “Good boy,” she murmured. “You’re learning.”

She reached for the small, jeweled box on the nightstand, her movements deliberate, unhurried. Sokka’s breath hitched as she opened it, revealing the contents: a sleek, black anal plug, glinting in the dim light of the room. His stomach churned, his heart pounding in his chest as she lifted it, turning it over in her hands with a wicked smile.

“Do you know what this is?” she asked, her voice dripping with mockery. “Of course you do. You’ve been resisting me for days, but this… this will help you understand your place.”

Sokka’s jaw tightened, his hands clenching into fists as he fought to keep his voice steady. “I’m not— I won’t—”

Azula’s laughter cut him off, sharp and cruel. “Oh, Sokka. You don’t have a choice. You never did.” She leaned over him, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “This is how all Water Tribe men should be. Little betas, unable to get hard, constantly plugged. It’s where you belong.”

Her words sent a shiver down his spine, a mix of fear and something else, something he refused to acknowledge. He turned his head away, his cheeks burning with shame, but Azula grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at her. “Look at me,” she commanded, her golden eyes blazing with intensity. “You’re going to take this, and you’re going to thank me for it.”

Sokka’s breath came in short, shallow gasps as she reached for the bottle of oil on the nightstand, pouring a generous amount onto her fingers. The sound of it made his stomach twist, his mind racing as he tried to prepare himself for what was coming. But there was no way to prepare for this. No way to brace himself for the humiliation, the pain, the sheer loss of control.

Azula’s fingers were cold as they brushed against his entrance, making him flinch. “Relax,” she purred, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “This will be so much easier if you don’t fight me.”

He clenched his teeth, his body stiffening as she pressed a single finger inside him. The sensation was strange, unfamiliar, and unwelcome. He hated it. Hated her. But most of all, he hated the way his body reacted, the way he couldn’t stop the small, involuntary moan that escaped his lips.

Azula smiled, her fingers moving slowly, deliberately, as she worked him open. “That’s it,” she murmured, her voice low and seductive. “Just let go. Let me take care of you.”

Sokka’s hands gripped the sheets, his knuckles white as he fought to keep himself still. He wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing him break. Not yet. But Azula was patient, her fingers moving with a precision that was both maddening and terrifying. She knew exactly what she was doing, exactly how to push him to the edge.

When she finally withdrew her fingers, he let out a shaky breath, but there was no relief. Not when she reached for the plug, holding it up so he could see it in all its terrible glory. “Ready?” she asked, her voice dripping with mockery.

Sokka clenched his jaw, his body trembling as he shook his head. “No. Please. Don’t—”

But Azula didn’t wait for his permission. She pressed the tip of the plug against his entrance, her eyes locked onto his as she pushed it in slowly, deliberately. The stretch was unbearable, the pressure overwhelming, and he couldn’t stop the cry of pain that tore from his throat.

Azula’s smile widened, her eyes gleaming with triumph. “That’s it,” she purred, her voice low and dangerous. “Take it. You’re mine now, Sokka. And this is just the beginning.”

She pushed the plug deeper, ignoring his cries, his pleas, until it was fully seated inside him. Sokka’s body trembled, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps as he tried to adjust to the sensation. But there was no adjusting to this. No way to escape the shame, the humiliation, the sheer loss of control.

Azula leaned over him, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, “How does it feel, beta? To know that you’re nothing more than my plaything? My little toy?”

Sokka’s vision blurred with tears, his body shaking as he fought to keep himself together. But it was no use. She’d won. She’d broken him. And there was no coming back from this.

Azula’s hand rested on the small of his back, her touch almost gentle as she whispered, “Good boy. You’re mine now. And I’m going to enjoy every moment of this.”