I was wondering if we could get a Zuko x Wife!reader where he’s been basically ovulating and straight up longing to be with his wife but they can never find time due the duties as Fire Lord and Fire Lady, and when the finally get time off, he literally gets p*ssy drunk and whispering sweet nothings into her ear😏. The main position for this one would be spooning and he basically has her in a semi-choke hold, but a few sprinkles of doggy and standing position would be so appropriated😚😚 I owe you my life🙂‍↕️🙏

Three weeks.

Twenty-one days of stolen glances across council chambers, of fingertips barely brushing as scrolls exchanged hands, of Zuko's golden eyes burning into you with a hunger that made your knees weak even from across a crowded throne room.

The Fire Lord had never looked more exhausted, more tense. Dark circles shadowed his eyes as he sat through endless meetings with advisors, diplomats, and nobles. But whenever you entered a room, his entire body went rigid with awareness, his jaw clenching as he forced himself to remain focused on matters of state.

You weren’t doing much better either.

Your job as Fire Lady kept you very busy—running charity work, hosting visiting wives of diplomats, and handling palace matters. But your thoughts kept drifting back to your husband. The way his formal robes fit across his shoulders. His hands as he signed official papers, and how those same hands once touched you gently. His deep voice during court meetings, and how it sounded when he quietly said your name at night.

The brief moments you managed to cross paths were torture.

One afternoon, you passed each other in a secluded hallway. Zuko's hand shot out, catching your wrist, pulling you against the wall. His forehead pressed to yours, breathing ragged.

"I miss you," he whispered, voice strained. "I miss you so much I can barely think straight during council meetings."

Your fingers curled into his robes. "Tonight—"

"I have a dinner with the Earth Kingdom ambassador that will run past midnight." His thumb stroked your cheek, the touch achingly tender. "Tomorrow?"

"All-day ceremony for the Fire Sages."

He made a sound of pure frustration, his other hand gripping your hip possessively. For a moment, you thought he might say to hell with it all and take you right there against the palace wall. But footsteps echoed down the corridor, and he pulled away with visible effort, his eyes dark with unfulfilled desire.

"Soon," he promised, voice rough. "Soon, I'm clearing everything and I'm not letting you out of our bed for days."

That promise sustained you through another week of longing.

You caught him staring during a formal banquet, his gaze so heated you felt it like a physical touch across your skin. During a brief moment alone on a balcony, he kissed you with desperate intensity, his hands trembling as they framed your face, before duty called him away again.

At night, you slept alone in your massive bed, aching for him. On the rare occasions he made it to your chambers, he collapsed beside you already half-asleep, only managing to pull you against his chest and press exhausted kisses to your hair before he was unconscious.

It was killing both of you.

"That will be all."

Zuko's voice cut through the droning of his final advisor, . You looked up from where you'd been reviewing requests at the side table in his office, hope sparking in your chest.

"But, Fire Lord, we haven't discussed the trade agreements with—"

"Tomorrow." Zuko stood, and there was something almost dangerous in his posture. "Everything else can wait until tomorrow. You're all dismissed. Now."

The advisors exchanged glances but knew better than to argue when their Fire Lord used that tone. They bowed and head out, the heavy doors closing behind them with a thud.

The room was filled with silence after.

You set down your brush slowly, heart beginning to race as Zuko turned to face you. The look in his eyes made heat pool low in your belly.

"Lock the door," he said, voice already rough.

You obeyed, your hands only slightly unsteady as you slid the heavy bolt into place. When you turned back, Zuko was already crossing the room toward you.

"Three weeks," he said, and his hands were on you, pulling you flush against him. "Three weeks of watching you, wanting you, barely able to touch you."

"I know," you breathed, your fingers curling into his robes. "I know, I've been—"

His mouth crashed against yours, swallowing your words. The kiss was immediately desperate, all the pent-up longing of weeks apart pouring into it. His tongue swept against yours as his hands roamed your body like he was trying to memorize you all over again.

“Our bedroom," he managed between kisses. "Need you in our bed. Need—" He broke off with a groan as you bit his lower lip. "Now. We're going now."

You barely made it.

Zuko pulled you through the palace corridors, walking so fast you nearly had to run to keep up. Any servant who saw you took one look at Zuko’s face and quickly found somewhere else to be. His hand gripped yours tightly, like he was afraid you might disappear if he let go.

The moment your chamber doors closed behind you, he was on you again. His hands worked at the fastenings of your formal robes with single-minded focus, mouth hot against your neck.

"Missed you," he murmured against your skin, voice muffled and desperate. "Missed you so much. Every night, lying here without you, thinking about touching you, tasting you—"

Your robes fell away and his hands were immediately on your bare skin, You worked at his clothing too, needing to feel him, needing the barrier of fabric gone.

"Zuko," you gasped as his mouth found your breast, his tongue circling your nipple. "Please—"

"I've got you," he promised, walking you backward toward the bed. "I've got you, baby... Gonna take care of you. Gonna make up for every night we spent apart."

The back of your knees hit the bed and you fell onto the silk sheets, Zuko following you down, his body covering yours. For a moment, he just looked at you, his golden eyes roaming over your face like you were something precious, something he'd been denied too long.

"Beautiful," he whispered, brushing hair from your face. "My beautiful wife. I love you so much."

Zuko shifted you both, turning you onto your side with your back to his chest. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you impossibly close, while his other hand slid up to rest against your throat.

"This okay?" he murmured against your ear, his breath hot on your skin.

"Y-Yes," you breathed, already arching back against him. You could feel him hard and ready against your ass, and you rolled your hips, drawing a groan from deep in his chest.

"Such a fucking tease..," he accused, but there was warmth in it, affection mixed with desperate need. His hand on your throat tilted your head back slightly, giving him access to your neck. He kissed along the column of your throat, alternating between soft presses of lips and gentle scrapes of teeth. "Do you have any idea what you do to me? How many meetings I sat through thinking about this, about having you in my arms again?"

His hand slid from your waist down between your thighs, fingers finding you already wet and ready for him.

"So ready for me," he praised, fingers circling your clit with ease. "Always so perfect. Missed this. Missed feeling you, touching you."

You whimpered, pressing back against him as his fingers worked you. The hand at your throat held you steady, kept you exactly where he wanted you, and something about this made you even wetter.

"Zuko, please," you gasped. "Need you inside me. Need—"

"I know, love. I know." He positioned himself, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. "I need it too. Need to feel you around me. It's been too long, way too long."

He pushed inside slowly, and you both groaned at the sensation. Your body stretched to accommodate him, the slight burn of it perfect after so long apart. Zuko's arm tightened around your waist, his hand at your throat flexing slightly as he bottomed out inside you.

"Fuck," he breathed against your ear. "Fuck, you feel incredible. So tight, so perfect. Missed this so much. Missed being inside you."

He started to move, slow deep rolls of his hips that had him dragging against every sensitive spot inside you. The angle was perfect, intimate, his body completely wrapped around yours as he took you with deliberate, measured strokes.

"Love you," he murmured, lips brushing your ear between words. "Love you so much. My wife, my Fire Lady, my everything. Do you know that? Do you know you're everything to me?"

"Mm!! Y-yes Zu..," you gasped, one hand reaching back to tangle in his hair while the other gripped his forearm where it banded across your waist. "Yes Zu.., I know. I love you too."

His hips snapped forward a little harder at your words, like hearing you say it undid something in him. "Say it again," he demanded, voice rough with need. "Please, say it again."

"I love you," you moaned as he thrusts deeper. "Love you, need you, missed you so much—"

"That's it, that's my girl." His hand slid from your throat down to cup your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple. "Taking me so well. Always take me so perfectly. Like you were made for me, made to fit around my cock."

The dirty words combined with the tender touches were driving you insane. Zuko's usual composure is completely forgotten about, replaced by this desperate, needy version of him that couldn't stop touching you, couldn't stop whispering against your skin.

"Thought about this every night," he continued, his thrusts steady and deep. "Lying alone, hard and aching, thinking about being inside you. About how you sound when I make you cum. About how you say my name."

His fingers found your clit again, circling in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation made you cry out, your body tensing in his arms.

"That's it," he encouraged, his voice dropping even lower. "Let me hear you. Want to hear every sound. Want to know I'm making you feel good."

"Sooo gooddd..," you whimpered, rocking back to meet his thrusts. "Zu.., you feel so good, so deep—"

"You're so wet for me," he groaned, and you could hear the awe in his voice, like even after all this time together he couldn't quite believe his luck. "So perfect. My perfect wife. Mine."

His words sent a shiver through you. His arm tightened around your waist, holding you against him as his hips moved faster, still deep but with more urgency now.

"Close," you gasped. "I'm close, Zuko, please—"

"I've got you," he promised, fingers working your clit with expert precision. "Cum for me, love. Want to feel you. Need to feel you cumming around my cock. Please, please—"

His begging undid you. Your orgasm crashed over you in waves, your body clenching tight around him as pleasure sparked through every nerve. You cried out his name, and his arm held you secure through it, his hips never stopping the steady rhythm, drawing out your pleasure.

"Yes fuckk..," he groaned against your neck. "Yes baby, just like that. So beautiful when you cum for me. Could watch you do that forever."

Before you'd fully come down from your high, Zuko was moving, pulling out of you and repositioning you onto your hands and knees. You went willingly, still trembling, and looked back over your shoulder to see him kneeling behind you, his eyes dark with lust as they roamed over your body.

"Okay?" he asked, hands smoothing over your ass, your hips, like he couldn't stop touching you.

"More than okay," you assured him breathlessly. "Please, Zu... Don't stop."

He groaned, positioning himself at your entrance again. "Not planning to. Not nearly done with you yet. Weeks, love. Weeks of wanting you."

He pushed inside in one smooth thrust, both of you moaning at the deeper penetration the angle allowed. His hands gripped your hips firmly as he set a harder pace than before, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room.

"Fuckkk..," he gasped, and his usual control was completely gone now, replaced by raw need. "You're so deep like this. Can feel every inch of you. So perfect, so fucking perfect."

You pushed back to meet his thrusts, loving the way he groaned every time you did. One of his hands slid up your spine, pressing between your shoulder blades, changing the angle slightly so he hit that spot inside you that made you see stars.

"There," you cried out. "Right there, Zuko, please—"

"Here?" He thrust hard, hitting that spot again, and you nearly collapsed. "This what you need, love? This what you've been missing?"

"Yes!" You were beyond coherent thought now, just sensation and need and the overwhelming feeling of him inside you, around you, everywhere. "Yes please! don't stop, please don't stop—"

"Never," he said, his pace relentless now. "Could never stop. Need this too much. Need you too much. Do you know what you do to me? How crazy you make me?"

His hand tangled in your hair, gently pulling your head back so he could lean over you, his chest against your back, his lips at your ear.

"Thought about you constantly," he panted, hips still driving forward. "During every boring meeting, every ceremony. Just thinking about getting back here, getting inside you again. You're like a drug. Can't think straight when I'm away from you."

"Zuko," you moaned, one arm giving out so your chest pressed to the bed, changing the angle even more. "Oh agni, Zuko—"

"That's it, take it," he groaned, straightening up again so he could watch where your bodies joined. "Take everything I have to give you. You're so good for me, so perfect, taking my cock so well."

The praise combined with the relentless pace was pushing you toward another edge. Your hands fisted in the silk sheets, your body trembling with the building pleasure.

"Gnna cum again," you gasped. "Zuko, I'm gnna—"

"Do it," he commanded, one hand reaching around to find your clit again. "Cum on my cock. Want to feel it. Want to feel you fall apart for me again."

His fingers circled your clit and you broke, crying out his name as your second orgasm tore through you. Your arms gave out completely and Zuko's hands on your hips were the only thing keeping you upright as he fucked you through it, his own control starting to fray.

"Can't—" he gasped. "Can't hold on much longer. You feel too good. Need—"

He pulled out suddenly and you whimpered at the loss, but then he was pulling you up, turning you, lifting you. Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as he pressed your back against the wall, his cock sliding back inside you in one smooth motion.

"Need to see your face," he panted, one hand braced against the wall beside your head, the other gripping your thigh to hold you up. "Need to see you when I come. Need to kiss you."

His mouth found yours as he thrust up into you, the new angle making you both moan into the kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck, holding on as he moved, his strength easily supporting your weight.

"Love you," he gasped between kisses. "Love you so much. My wife, my love, my everything. You're everything to me. Everything."

"Love you too," you managed, your voice breaking as he hit deep inside you. "Zuko, love you, need you—"

"You have me," his thrusts becoming erratic, his control finally breaking. "Always have me. Always. I'm yours, completely yours. Only yours."

His hand slid from your thigh to between your bodies, finding your oversensitive clit one more time. You cried out, not sure you could handle another orgasm, but your body was already responding to his touch.

"One more," he pleaded, his voice wrecked. "Please, love, give me one more. Want to feel you cum with me. Please—"

The desperation in his voice, the way he was begging, the feeling of him so deep inside you—it all combined to push you over the edge one final time. Your orgasm hit like lightning, your body clenching tight around him, and Zuko groaned your name as he finally let go, his own release pulsing inside you as he buried his face in your neck.

Zuko's legs were shaking as he carefully lowered you both to the floor, unable to make it back to the bed. You ended up in a tangle of limbs on the plush rug, both of you breathing hard, skin slick with sweat.

He immediately pulled you against him, arranging you so your head rested on his chest, his arms wrapped securely around you. His hands couldn't seem to stop moving, stroking your hair, running up and down your spine, tracing patterns on your shoulder.

"I love you," he murmured, pressing kisses to the top of your head. "I love you so much. I'm sorry we've been apart so much lately. I hate it. Hate not being able to touch you, hold you, sleep beside you."

"I know," you said softly, your own hand tracing the scar on his chest. "I hate it too. But we're here now."

"We're here now," he agreed, tilting your face up so he could kiss you properly. When he pulled back, his golden eyes were soft as they gazed at you. "And I meant what I said. I'm not letting you out of this room for at least two days. I don't care what needs my attention. They can handle it without me."

You laughed, the sound making him smile. "The Fire Lord is going to neglect his duties for his wife?"

But in the fic, he doesn’t really notice her… posterior😁because of the heavy Fire Lady robes and the fact that she doesn’t really flaunt it when they’re alone together, until one night where she casually walks around their bed chambers in a tight nightdress and that’s when he becomes completely enamored with her booty😌.

The Fire Lord's chambers glowed with the warm light of lamps, casting dancing shadows across scrolls and documents scattered over the low table. Zuko sat cross-legged on a cushion, his brow furrowed as he reviewed yet another trade agreement that required his seal. The scar on his face seemed more pronounced in the flickering light as he concentrated.

You moved quietly through the room in your usual sleeping robe—a modest, layered thing that kept you warm in the palace's stone corridors. You'd worn it a hundred times before, and Zuko had barely glanced up from his work on any of those nights. Tonight was no different. He acknowledged your presence with a distracted hum as you gathered your bathing supplies.

"I'll be back soon," you said softly.

"Mm," he responded, already absorbed in the scroll he was reading.

This was your routine. Comfortable. Familiar. After years of marriage, you'd settled into an easy pace—he worked late into the evening while you prepared for bed, and eventually he'd join you, pressing a kiss to your temple before sleep claimed you both.

The palace baths were luxurious, steam rising from heated pools as you sank into the water. You took your time, letting the heat soothe muscles tired from a day of Fire Lady duties. When you finally emerged, skin flushed and damp, you reached for your robe—only to find you'd forgotten it.

In its place hung the nightdress. The one your lady in waiting had laid out earlier, insisting it was time you wore something "befitting the Fire Lady's beauty." You'd dismissed it then, but now, with no other option, you slipped it over your head.

The silk was impossibly soft, whispering against your skin as it settled over your curves. It was far more form-fitting than anything you typically wore to bed—cut to follow every line of your body, clinging to your waist, your hips, the curve of your backside. The fabric was thin enough to hint at what lay beneath, and as you walked, it shifted and moved with you in ways your heavy robes never did.

You didn't think much of it as you padded barefoot back to your chambers. It was just Zuko, after all. Your husband. He'd seen you in far less.

When you pushed open the door, he was exactly where you'd left him, hunched over his paperwork. You moved past him toward the bed, your mind already thinking of sleep.

Zuko's eyes lifted automatically at the sound of your entrance—a reflexive glance, nothing more. Then his gaze caught on you, and everything stopped.

The scroll in his hand was forgotten, he stared as you crossed the room. The nightdress clung to you like water, the silk catching the lamplight and highlighting every curve he'd somehow never truly noticed before. But it was the way you moved that arrested him completely—the natural sway of your hips, the way the fabric stretched taut across your backside with each step.

Agni.

How had he never seen this before? The heavy Fire Lady robes you wore during the day concealed everything, and your usual nightwear was barely different. But this... this revealed a body that made his mouth go dry.

You were beautiful. He'd always known that, in an abstract way. But this was different. The curve of your ass beneath that silk made something hot and urgent coil low in his belly.

You bent slightly to pull back the covers, and Zuko's breath caught audibly. The nightdress pulled tight, outlining the perfect roundness of your backside, the silk settling into the cleft between your cheeks. His fingers tightened on the scroll, crumpling the parchment.

"Zuko?" You glanced over your shoulder, catching his stare. "Are you alright?"

He couldn't form words. His golden eyes were dark, pupils blown wide as they traced the line of your spine down to where the silk draped over your hips. You straightened, turning to face him with a confused smile, and the movement made your breasts shift beneath the thin fabric.

"I'm fine," he managed, his voice rougher than intended.

You shrugged and climbed into bed, settling against the pillows. The nightdress rode up slightly, exposing the smooth skin of your thighs. Zuko watched, transfixed, as you adjusted the covers, each small movement revealing new glimpses of the body he'd been sleeping beside for years without truly appreciating.

He tried to return to his work. He really did. But his eyes kept drifting back to you—the way the silk draped over your hip, the shadow of your nipples visible through the fabric, the memory of how your ass had looked when you bent over.

Oh fuck.

Zuko had never considered himself particularly fixated on any one aspect of a woman's body, but something about the discovery of what had been hidden beneath your robes all this time made him turned on. The urge to touch, to grab, to feel the weight of your curves in his hands was becoming overwhelming.

You shifted, rolling onto your side to face him, and the nightdress pulled tight across your hip and the swell of your backside. He could see the outline of everything—the dip of your waist, the flare of your hips, the generous curve that made his palms itch.

"Are you going to work all night?" you asked, your voice soft with approaching sleep.

"No," Zuko said, setting aside his scrolls with barely controlled movements. "I'm done."

He stood, and you smiled, pleased that he was finally coming to bed. You had no idea that his hands were trembling slightly, that heat was pooling in his crotch, he was fighting the urge to simply pounce on you like a man possessed.

Zuko approached the bed slowly, his eyes never leaving you. You watched him with growing curiosity as he sat on the edge of the mattress, his hand reaching out to rest on your silk-covered hip.

"This is new," he said, his voice low.

"My lady in waiting insisted," you replied, still oblivious to the hunger in his gaze. "I forgot my regular robe at the baths."

His hand slid from your hip down to your thigh, fingers pressing into the soft flesh through the silk. "I like it."

There was something in his tone that made your breath catch— you'd rarely heard from your usually controlled husband. You looked up at him, and the intensity in his golden eyes made heat bloom in your core.

"Zuko..."

"Turn over," he said, and it wasn't quite a command, but it wasn't a request either.

Confused but intrigued, you rolled onto your stomach. Behind you, you heard Zuko's sharp intake of breath.

From this angle, with you lying prone, the nightdress had ridden up slightly and pulled tight across your backside. The silk outlined every curve, the fabric settling between your cheeks in a way that made Zuko's cock harden painfully in his sleeping pants.

"Fuck," he breathed.

His hands settled on your ass, and you gasped. He squeezed, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh, groaning at the feel of you. Through the thin silk, he could feel everything—the warmth of your skin, the give of your curves, the way you fit perfectly in his palms.

"Zuko, what—"

"How have I never noticed this before?" he muttered, more to himself than to you. His hands kneaded your ass, “How have I been sleeping next to you every night without realizing..."

He trailed off, too consumed with touching you to finish the thought. His thumbs traced the curve where your ass met your thighs, then slid up to grip your hips, pulling you back slightly so your backside lifted.

You moaned softly, your confusion giving way to arousal as your husband's obvious desire sparked your own. You'd never seen him like this—so focused, so hungry, so completely turned on by the sight of you.

Zuko's hands slid under the nightdress, pushing it up to expose your bare skin. He groaned again, louder this time, at the sight of your naked ass. Perfect. Round. Soft. Everything he'd been fantasizing about for the past ten minutes and hadn't even known he wanted before tonight.

He leaned down and pressed his mouth to the small of your back, kissing his way down your spine while his hands continued exploring. When he reached the swell of your ass, he bit down gently on one cheek, and you cried out in surprise and pleasure.

"I need you," Zuko growled against your skin. "Right now."

His hand slid between your thighs from behind, fingers finding you already wet. He groaned at the discovery, his cock throbbing with need. "You're soaked."

"You're... this is..." You couldn't form a coherent sentence, not with his fingers teasing your entrance, not with his other hand still gripping your ass possessively.

Zuko pulled back just long enough to strip off his sleeping robe, his erection springing free. He positioned himself behind you, one hand on your hip, the other guiding his cock to your entrance.

"Stay just like this," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. "I want to watch."

He pushed inside you slowly, and you both moaned at the sensation. From this angle, buried deep inside you while your ass was on full display, Zuko thought he might lose his mind. He pulled back and thrust forward again, watching the way your flesh rippled with the impact, the way you pushed back against him.

"Agni, look at you," he breathed, his hands gripping your hips as he set a steady pace. "So fucking perfect."

You buried your face in the pillows, overwhelmed by the intensity of his desire, His hands roamed constantly—gripping your hips, squeezing your ass, sliding up your back to push the nightdress higher.

Zuko's thrusts grew harder, faster, driven by a need he couldn't name. All he knew was that he couldn't get enough—of the sight of you, of the feel of you, of the way your body moved beneath him. One hand slid around to find your clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves in time with his thrusts.

"Z-Zuko!" you cried out, your hands fisting in the sheets as pleasure built rapidly inside you.

"Cum for me," he demanded, his fingers working faster. "I want to feel you."

Your orgasm hits you. your inner walls clenching around his cock as you moaned his name. The sensation pushed Zuko over the edge, and he thrust deep one final time, spilling inside you with a guttural groan.

He collapsed over you, both of you breathing hard, skin slicked with sweat. After a moment, he rolled to the side, pulling you with him so you were tucked against his chest.

"That was..." you started, still trying to catch your breath.

"I know," Zuko said, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. His hand slid down to rest possessively on your hip. "Wear that nightdress more often."

You laughed softly, turning in his arms to face him. His eyes were still dark with residual desire, and you could feel him already beginning to harden again against your thigh.

"I think I can arrange that," you murmured, kissing him deeply.

Zuko's hand slid down to cup your ass, squeezing gently, and you knew it was going to be a very long night.

Cw: pregnancy, angst, zuko comforts you in the end.

Your formal silk robes feel tight and uncomfortable against your skin, stretched over your pregnant belly. You stand near the edge of the large hall, one hand resting gently on your stomach, protecting the baby growing inside you. On the other hand, you hold a cup of jasmine tea that you haven’t drunk in over an hour. The tea is already cold.

Across the room, Fire Lord Zuko stands surrounded by a group of beautiful women.

They orbit him like he's the sun itself, these high-born ladies with their perfect figures draped in crimson and gold. Lady Kimiko laughs at something he's said, her hand landing on his forearm with ease. The sound is like wind chimes—delicate, musical, everything you don't feel right now. Lady Ayame leans in close, whispering something that makes Zuko's mouth quirk in that half-smile you fell in love with, and your heart clenches painfully in your chest.

You watch as Lady Rui—adjusts the collar of Zuko's formal robes, her fingers lingering against the fabric near his throat. He doesn't pull away. He's being polite, diplomatic, everything a Fire Lord should be.

And you're standing here, seven months pregnant, feeling like a whale-hippo in formal wear.

The baby kicks, a flutter against your ribs that would normally make you smile. Tonight it just reminds you of how much your body has changed. How the elegant robes that once made you feel regal now make you feel like you're playing dress-up in someone else's life. How your ankles are swollen beneath the long hem, how your face is rounder, how your breasts ache and your back throbs and—

"More tea, my lady?" Your lady in waiting appears at your elbow, her eyes kind and knowing.

"No, thank you," you whisper, because if you speak any louder, your voice might crack.

Another peal of laughter from Zuko's admirers. Lady Kimiko is touching him again, her hand on his shoulder now as she tells some elaborate story that has the other women hanging on every word. You notice how her robes fit perfectly, how her hair is styled in an intricate design that probably took hours, how her makeup is flawless.

You'd given up on elaborate hairstyles two months ago when the weight of the ornaments gave you headaches. Your makeup tonight is simple because you can barely see your feet, let alone spend an hour on your face. And your robes, custom-made to accommodate your changing body, suddenly feel like a banner announcing your condition to everyone in the room.

Look at the Fire Lord's pregnant wife. Look at how she's lost her figure, her grace, her appeal.

Zuko laughs at something Lady Ayame says, and the sound—usually your favorite sound in the world—feels like a knife between your ribs.

He hasn't looked at you in over an hour.

The rational part of you knows he’s busy working, and that these events are important for politics and keeping good relationships with others. But the emotional and insecure part of you, affected by hormones, keeps thinking: Maybe he likes this. Maybe he misses being around beautiful women who aren’t pregnant, exhausted, or emotional.

You set down your teacup with trembling hands.

"I need some air," you murmur to your handmaiden, and slip out of the grand hall before anyone can notice. Before Zuko can notice, though you're not sure he would. He's too busy being the sun while you feel like you're burning up in his light.

The palace gardens are quiet and empty. The cool evening air touches your warm cheeks. Lanterns glow softly along the stone paths, and the fountain in the middle of the garden makes a calm, gentle sound. You walk slowly toward it, one hand on your lower back where it aches.

The water in the fountain is calm enough to reflect the lantern light, and when you lean over, you see your own reflection.

Your face looks back at you, rounder than it used to be, your features softened by pregnancy. The elaborate robes that cost a fortune look awkward on your changed body. You turn slightly, seeing your profile, the pronounced curve of your belly, and something inside you crumbles.

When was the last time Zuko looked at you the way he used to?

You remember early in your relationship, how his golden eyes would track your every movement across a room. How he'd pull you into alcoves just to kiss you breathless. How his hands would map every curve of your body like he was memorizing sacred texts.

Now? Now he's careful with you. Gentle. He touches your belly more than he touches you. He asks how you're feeling, if you need anything, if the baby's moving. All the right questions for an expectant father.

But when was the last time he'd looked at you with want? With desire? When was the last time he'd made you feel beautiful instead of just... pregnant?

The tears come before you can stop them, hot and fast down your cheeks. You press your hands to your face, trying to muffle the sob that escapes, but it's useless. Everything you've been holding back for weeks comes pouring out—all the insecurity, all the fear, all the bone-deep terror that you're losing him to women who look like you used to look, who can move like you used to move, who don't have to waddle and can probably still see their own feet.

"Hey, hey—what's wrong?"

You gasp and spin around, nearly losing your balance. Zuko is there, his scarred face creased with concern, hands outstretched to steady you. He must have followed you from the hall.

"Nothing," you say automatically, wiping frantically at your tears. "I'm fine. I just needed some air. You should go back to the gathering—"

"You're crying." He steps closer, and you step back. Hurt flashes across his face. "Talk to me. Is it the baby? Are you in pain?"

"It's always about the baby," you say, and the bitterness in your voice surprises even you.

Zuko blinks. "What?"

"Nothing. I'm sorry. I'm just tired." You turn away from him, from those golden eyes that see too much and not enough all at once. "Go back inside. Lady Kimiko was in the middle of a story."

Zuko paused for a bit before speaking, "Is that what this is about?

Oh. So he realized

"I don't know, Zuko. Is it?" You whirl back to face him, and you can see him take in your tear-stained face, your trembling hands. "You tell me. You seemed to be enjoying yourself in there."

"I was being diplomatic—"

"She was touching you!" The words burst out of you like a dam breaking. "They were all touching you, and laughing, and flirting, and you just... you let them. You smiled at them. You laughed with them."

"They're nobles. I have to maintain—"

"Do you even still see me?" Your voice cracks, and fresh tears spill over. "When you look at me, do you see me anymore, or just a vessel carrying your heir?

Zuko's eyes widen. "That's not—"

"Because I see them, Zuko. I see how beautiful they are, how perfect their bodies are, how they can wear those robes the way they're meant to be worn. How they can stand for hours without their backs aching, how they can move gracefully, how they can—" Your breath hitches. "How they can be everything I'm not right now."

"You think I want them?" Zuko's voice is strained, confused. "You think I—"

"I think you're a man who's stuck with a wife who can't fit into her own clothes anymore!" The words are ugly, raw, ripped from the deepest part of your fear. "I think you miss when I was beautiful, when I could stand beside you without looking like a—a—"

You can't finish. You're sobbing too hard, your hands covering your face, your whole body shaking with the force of emotions you've been suppressing for months.

You don't see Zuko move, but suddenly his arms are around you, pulling you against his chest. You try to push him away, but he holds firm, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other spread protectively over your back.

"No," he says, his voice rough with emotion. "No, you don't get to think that. You don't get to believe that for one more second."

"Zuko—"

"I'm an idiot," he says into your hair. "I'm a complete idiot. I've been so worried about the baby, about making sure you're comfortable and healthy, that I didn't see—I didn't realize—" His arms tighten around you. "You're right. I haven't been seeing you. Not the way I should."

You're still crying, but you've stopped trying to pull away.

"Come with me," he murmurs, and before you can protest, he's guiding you out of the garden, through the palace corridors, away from the gathering and the nobles and the beautiful women who made you feel invisible.

Your private chambers are warm and quiet, the fireplace casting dancing shadows across the walls. Zuko closes the door behind you and immediately begins lighting candles, filling the room with soft, golden light.

"Sit," he says gently, guiding you to the edge of your shared bed. You sink down onto it, exhausted from crying, from holding everything in for so long.

Zuko kneels in front of you.

The Fire Lord of the Fire Nation, the most powerful man in nation, on his knees before you.

"Let me tell you what I see," he says quietly, his hands coming to rest on your knees. "When I look at you."

You try to look away, but he catches your chin gently, tilting your face toward his.

"I see the woman I fell in love with. The woman who's brave enough to stand beside me even when it's terrifying. The woman who's carrying our child—our child—and doing it with more strength than I could ever have." His thumb brushes away a tear from your cheek. "I see someone so beautiful it makes my chest ache."

"Zuko—"

"I'm not finished." His voice is firm but tender. "You think I don't notice you anymore? I notice everything. I notice how you rest your hand on your belly when you think no one's looking, and you get this soft smile on your face. I notice how your eyes light up when the baby kicks. I notice that you've been wearing your hair simpler because the ornaments hurt, and I think you're even more beautiful this way because I can see your face better."

His hands slide up to cup your face, his golden eyes intense and focused entirely on you.

"I notice that your body is changing because it's making room for our baby, and every single change makes me love you more. The way your belly curves—that's my child you're carrying. These—" His hands drift down to rest gently on your fuller breasts, and heat floods your cheeks. "These are going to feed our baby. Your body is doing something miraculous, and you think that makes you less beautiful?"

"But those women—"

"Mean nothing." The words are sharp, definitive. "Less than nothing. They're political obligations, faces I have to smile at for the sake of alliances. But you?" He leans in, his forehead resting against yours. "You're everything. You're my wife, my partner, the mother of my child. You're the person I want to wake up next to every morning and fall asleep beside every night. You're the only one I want."

"You didn't look at me once tonight," you whisper.

Pain flashes across his face. "Because every time I look at you, I want to abandon the entire gathering and take you to bed. Do you have any idea how hard it is to be diplomatic when all I can think about is how gorgeous you look? How much I want to touch you? How much I want to—" He stops, his cheeks flushing. "I was trying to be respectful. You've been tired, and I didn't want to pressure you, but Agni, I want you. I always want you."

Your breath catches. "Really?"

"Really." He pulls back enough to look at you properly, and the heat in his gaze makes your stomach flip. "You want to know what I was actually thinking while Lady Kimiko was talking? I was thinking about how much I wanted her to stop touching me so I could get back to you. I was thinking about how none of them hold a candle to you. I was thinking about how I'm the luckiest man alive because somehow, impossibly, you chose me."

His hands slide down to rest on your belly, feeling the swell of your child beneath his palms.

"This," he says reverently, "is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. You, carrying our baby. You, strong and fierce and perfect. Don't you dare think for one second that I'd trade this—trade *you*—for anything or anyone else."

The tears come again, but this time they're different. Softer. Born of relief and love rather than fear.

"I'm sorry," you whisper. "I should have talked to you instead of—"

"No." He kisses you softly, cutting off your apology. "I should have been paying better attention. I should have seen that you were hurting. I should have made it clearer to everyone in that room that I'm not available, not interested, not even remotely tempted by anyone who isn't you."

He stands, pulling you up with him, and begins carefully undoing the clasps of your formal robes.

"What are you doing?" you ask, your voice breathy.

"Showing you," he murmurs against your ear, "exactly how attractive I find you."

The robes fall away, and you resist the urge to cover yourself. Zuko's hands are gentle as they trace the curves of your changed body—the swell of your breasts, the roundness of your belly, The stretch marks that appeared across your skin like thin silver lines.

"Perfect," he whispers, pressing kisses to your shoulder, your collarbone, the curve of your neck. "So perfect."

He guides you to the bed, laying you down carefully, propping pillows behind you until you're comfortable. Then he stretches out beside you, one hand resting possessively on your belly, the other cupping your face.

“I love you,” he says seriously. “I love every part of you. Every change, every curve, everything about you. And tomorrow, I’ll make sure everyone in the court understands that. I won’t keep being overly polite to women who don’t understand boundaries. I’ll make it completely clear that I’m fully devoted to my wife.”

"You don't have to—"

"I want to." He kisses you again, deeper this time, his hand sliding into your hair. "I want everyone to know. But more than that, I want you to know. I want you to feel it, every single day."

The baby kicks between you, and Zuko laughs, the sound warm and full of wonder.

"See?" he murmurs. "Even our baby agrees."

You can't help but smile, the last of your insecurity melting away under the warmth of his gaze, the certainty in his touch.

"I love you too," you whisper. "I'm sorry I doubted—"

"Shh." He silences you with another kiss. "No more apologies. Just let me hold you. Let me show you how much you mean to me."

But in the fic, he doesn’t really notice her… posterior😁because of the heavy Fire Lady robes and the fact that she doesn’t really flaunt it when they’re alone together, until one night where she casually walks around their bed chambers in a tight nightdress and that’s when he becomes completely enamored with her booty😌.

The Fire Lord's chambers glowed with the warm light of lamps, casting dancing shadows across scrolls and documents scattered over the low table. Zuko sat cross-legged on a cushion, his brow furrowed as he reviewed yet another trade agreement that required his seal. The scar on his face seemed more pronounced in the flickering light as he concentrated.

You moved quietly through the room in your usual sleeping robe—a modest, layered thing that kept you warm in the palace's stone corridors. You'd worn it a hundred times before, and Zuko had barely glanced up from his work on any of those nights. Tonight was no different. He acknowledged your presence with a distracted hum as you gathered your bathing supplies.

"I'll be back soon," you said softly.

"Mm," he responded, already absorbed in the scroll he was reading.

This was your routine. Comfortable. Familiar. After years of marriage, you'd settled into an easy pace—he worked late into the evening while you prepared for bed, and eventually he'd join you, pressing a kiss to your temple before sleep claimed you both.

The palace baths were luxurious, steam rising from heated pools as you sank into the water. You took your time, letting the heat soothe muscles tired from a day of Fire Lady duties. When you finally emerged, skin flushed and damp, you reached for your robe—only to find you'd forgotten it.

In its place hung the nightdress. The one your lady in waiting had laid out earlier, insisting it was time you wore something "befitting the Fire Lady's beauty." You'd dismissed it then, but now, with no other option, you slipped it over your head.

The silk was impossibly soft, whispering against your skin as it settled over your curves. It was far more form-fitting than anything you typically wore to bed—cut to follow every line of your body, clinging to your waist, your hips, the curve of your backside. The fabric was thin enough to hint at what lay beneath, and as you walked, it shifted and moved with you in ways your heavy robes never did.

You didn't think much of it as you padded barefoot back to your chambers. It was just Zuko, after all. Your husband. He'd seen you in far less.

When you pushed open the door, he was exactly where you'd left him, hunched over his paperwork. You moved past him toward the bed, your mind already thinking of sleep.

Zuko's eyes lifted automatically at the sound of your entrance—a reflexive glance, nothing more. Then his gaze caught on you, and everything stopped.

The scroll in his hand was forgotten, he stared as you crossed the room. The nightdress clung to you like water, the silk catching the lamplight and highlighting every curve he'd somehow never truly noticed before. But it was the way you moved that arrested him completely—the natural sway of your hips, the way the fabric stretched taut across your backside with each step.

Agni.

How had he never seen this before? The heavy Fire Lady robes you wore during the day concealed everything, and your usual nightwear was barely different. But this... this revealed a body that made his mouth go dry.

You were beautiful. He'd always known that, in an abstract way. But this was different. The curve of your ass beneath that silk made something hot and urgent coil low in his belly.

You bent slightly to pull back the covers, and Zuko's breath caught audibly. The nightdress pulled tight, outlining the perfect roundness of your backside, the silk settling into the cleft between your cheeks. His fingers tightened on the scroll, crumpling the parchment.

"Zuko?" You glanced over your shoulder, catching his stare. "Are you alright?"

He couldn't form words. His golden eyes were dark, pupils blown wide as they traced the line of your spine down to where the silk draped over your hips. You straightened, turning to face him with a confused smile, and the movement made your breasts shift beneath the thin fabric.

"I'm fine," he managed, his voice rougher than intended.

You shrugged and climbed into bed, settling against the pillows. The nightdress rode up slightly, exposing the smooth skin of your thighs. Zuko watched, transfixed, as you adjusted the covers, each small movement revealing new glimpses of the body he'd been sleeping beside for years without truly appreciating.

He tried to return to his work. He really did. But his eyes kept drifting back to you—the way the silk draped over your hip, the shadow of your nipples visible through the fabric, the memory of how your ass had looked when you bent over.

Oh fuck.

Zuko had never considered himself particularly fixated on any one aspect of a woman's body, but something about the discovery of what had been hidden beneath your robes all this time made him turned on. The urge to touch, to grab, to feel the weight of your curves in his hands was becoming overwhelming.

You shifted, rolling onto your side to face him, and the nightdress pulled tight across your hip and the swell of your backside. He could see the outline of everything—the dip of your waist, the flare of your hips, the generous curve that made his palms itch.

"Are you going to work all night?" you asked, your voice soft with approaching sleep.

"No," Zuko said, setting aside his scrolls with barely controlled movements. "I'm done."

He stood, and you smiled, pleased that he was finally coming to bed. You had no idea that his hands were trembling slightly, that heat was pooling in his crotch, he was fighting the urge to simply pounce on you like a man possessed.

Zuko approached the bed slowly, his eyes never leaving you. You watched him with growing curiosity as he sat on the edge of the mattress, his hand reaching out to rest on your silk-covered hip.

"This is new," he said, his voice low.

"My lady in waiting insisted," you replied, still oblivious to the hunger in his gaze. "I forgot my regular robe at the baths."

His hand slid from your hip down to your thigh, fingers pressing into the soft flesh through the silk. "I like it."

There was something in his tone that made your breath catch— you'd rarely heard from your usually controlled husband. You looked up at him, and the intensity in his golden eyes made heat bloom in your core.

"Zuko..."

"Turn over," he said, and it wasn't quite a command, but it wasn't a request either.

Confused but intrigued, you rolled onto your stomach. Behind you, you heard Zuko's sharp intake of breath.

From this angle, with you lying prone, the nightdress had ridden up slightly and pulled tight across your backside. The silk outlined every curve, the fabric settling between your cheeks in a way that made Zuko's cock harden painfully in his sleeping pants.

"Fuck," he breathed.

His hands settled on your ass, and you gasped. He squeezed, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh, groaning at the feel of you. Through the thin silk, he could feel everything—the warmth of your skin, the give of your curves, the way you fit perfectly in his palms.

"Zuko, what—"

"How have I never noticed this before?" he muttered, more to himself than to you. His hands kneaded your ass, “How have I been sleeping next to you every night without realizing..."

He trailed off, too consumed with touching you to finish the thought. His thumbs traced the curve where your ass met your thighs, then slid up to grip your hips, pulling you back slightly so your backside lifted.

You moaned softly, your confusion giving way to arousal as your husband's obvious desire sparked your own. You'd never seen him like this—so focused, so hungry, so completely turned on by the sight of you.

Zuko's hands slid under the nightdress, pushing it up to expose your bare skin. He groaned again, louder this time, at the sight of your naked ass. Perfect. Round. Soft. Everything he'd been fantasizing about for the past ten minutes and hadn't even known he wanted before tonight.

He leaned down and pressed his mouth to the small of your back, kissing his way down your spine while his hands continued exploring. When he reached the swell of your ass, he bit down gently on one cheek, and you cried out in surprise and pleasure.

"I need you," Zuko growled against your skin. "Right now."

His hand slid between your thighs from behind, fingers finding you already wet. He groaned at the discovery, his cock throbbing with need. "You're soaked."

"You're... this is..." You couldn't form a coherent sentence, not with his fingers teasing your entrance, not with his other hand still gripping your ass possessively.

Zuko pulled back just long enough to strip off his sleeping robe, his erection springing free. He positioned himself behind you, one hand on your hip, the other guiding his cock to your entrance.

"Stay just like this," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. "I want to watch."

He pushed inside you slowly, and you both moaned at the sensation. From this angle, buried deep inside you while your ass was on full display, Zuko thought he might lose his mind. He pulled back and thrust forward again, watching the way your flesh rippled with the impact, the way you pushed back against him.

"Agni, look at you," he breathed, his hands gripping your hips as he set a steady pace. "So fucking perfect."

You buried your face in the pillows, overwhelmed by the intensity of his desire, His hands roamed constantly—gripping your hips, squeezing your ass, sliding up your back to push the nightdress higher.

Zuko's thrusts grew harder, faster, driven by a need he couldn't name. All he knew was that he couldn't get enough—of the sight of you, of the feel of you, of the way your body moved beneath him. One hand slid around to find your clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves in time with his thrusts.

"Z-Zuko!" you cried out, your hands fisting in the sheets as pleasure built rapidly inside you.

"Cum for me," he demanded, his fingers working faster. "I want to feel you."

Your orgasm hits you. your inner walls clenching around his cock as you moaned his name. The sensation pushed Zuko over the edge, and he thrust deep one final time, spilling inside you with a guttural groan.

He collapsed over you, both of you breathing hard, skin slicked with sweat. After a moment, he rolled to the side, pulling you with him so you were tucked against his chest.

"That was..." you started, still trying to catch your breath.

"I know," Zuko said, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. His hand slid down to rest possessively on your hip. "Wear that nightdress more often."

You laughed softly, turning in his arms to face him. His eyes were still dark with residual desire, and you could feel him already beginning to harden again against your thigh.

"I think I can arrange that," you murmured, kissing him deeply.

Zuko's hand slid down to cup your ass, squeezing gently, and you knew it was going to be a very long night.

cw: overstimulation, dacryphilia, breeding, pet names. Sokka and Zuko overstimulate you lots!

"He'll be here soon," Zuko murmurs, leaning in to press a kiss to your neck. "I can feel how much you want this, sweetheart."

Your breath catches as his hand slides higher, teasing but not quite touching where you need him most. Before you can respond, there's a knock at the chamber door—three quick raps that make your heart race.

"Come in," Zuko calls, his voice carrying that commanding tone that never fails to send shivers down your spine.

The door opens and Sokka steps inside, his blue eyes immediately finding you on the bed. You watch his throat work as he swallows hard.

"Fire Lord," Sokka greets formally, but his eyes never leave you. "Fire lady."

"Drop the formalities," Zuko says with a smirk, standing to approach his friend. "You know why you're here."

Sokka's lips curve into a grin as he closes the distance between you. "How could I forget? I've been thinking about her all week."

Heat floods your cheeks at his words, and you feel Zuko's possessive hand settle on your hip as he returns to the bed, Sokka following close behind.

"Have you now?" Zuko's voice is low, dangerous in the best way. "Tell her what you've been thinking, Sokka."

Sokka kneels on the bed, reaching out to cup your face with surprising gentleness. "I've been thinking about how beautiful you look when you fall apart for us. How sweet you sound when you beg. How perfect you feel."

"Show her," Zuko commands softly, and suddenly you're surrounded by them both.

Sokka's mouth finds yours in a deep, hungry kiss while Zuko's hands work at the ties of your robe. The silk falls away, exposing your skin to their eager touches. You gasp into Sokka's mouth as Zuko's lips close around your nipple, his tongue swirling in a way that makes your back arch.

"So responsive," Sokka murmurs against your lips, his hand sliding down your stomach. "So perfect for us, baby."

Their hands are everywhere—stroking, teasing, exploring every inch of your body until you're trembling between them. Zuko's fingers find your inner thigh while Sokka's mouth moves to your neck, sucking marks into your skin that make you whimper.

"Please," you breathe, already desperate for more.

"Please what, sweetheart?" Zuko asks, his fingers dancing along your folds but not quite giving you the pressure you crave. "Use your words."

"Touch me," you beg, your hips rolling seeking friction. "Please, I need—"

"We know what you need," Sokka interrupts, his hand joining Zuko's between your thighs. "But we're going to take our time with you tonight, princess."

They work together, their fingers exploring your wetness, tracing your clit softly. Every time you get close to the edge, they pull back, leaving you gasping and shaking.

"Look at her," Zuko says, his voice thick with desire. "Already so desperate and we've barely started."

"She's so wet for us," Sokka agrees, sliding two fingers inside you slowly. "So tight and perfect."

You gasp as Sokka’s fingers enters you, your walls clenching around him as Zuko's thumb finds your clit. They move together at a steady pace that quickly overwhelms you, your thighs trembling as pleasure builds and builds.

"That's it, baby," Sokka encourages, curling his fingers to hit that spot inside you that makes you see stars. "Let us hear you."

"You're going to cum for us," Zuko commands, increasing the pressure on your clit. "Come on, sweetheart. Give us the first one."

The orgasm crashes over you like a wave, your body convulsing as you cry out their names. But they don't stop—their fingers continue their relentless pace, pushing you immediately toward another peak.

"Too much," you gasp, oversensitive and overwhelmed. "I-i can't—"

"Yes, you can," Zuko says firmly, his free hand gripping your hip to hold you in place. "You can take it, princess. You're going to take everything we give you."

Tears prick at your eyes as the pleasure becomes almost unbearable, your body caught between their skilled hands. Sokka adds a third finger, stretching you as Zuko's mouth finds your breast again, teeth grazing your nipple.

"So beautiful when you cry for us," Sokka murmurs, watching a tear slip down your cheek. "Don't hold back, baby. Let us see how good we make you feel."

Another orgasm rips through you, stronger than the first, and you sob with the intensity of it. Your tears flow freely now as they continue to work your oversensitive body, pushing you higher and higher.

"Perfect," Zuko breathes, leaning up to kiss the tears from your cheeks. "You're absolutely perfect, sweetheart. Look how well you take us."

"Please," you whimper, not even sure what you're begging for anymore. "Please, I need—"

"What do you need?" Sokka asks, finally withdrawing his fingers and making you whine at the loss. "Tell us, princess."

"Need you inside me," you manage, your voice broken and desperate. "Both of you. Please."

Zuko and Sokka exchange a heated look before Zuko positions himself between your thighs. "I'm going to fill you up, sweetheart," he says, the head of his cock teasing your entrance. "Going to claim this perfect pussy and make you mine all over again."

He pushes inside in one smooth thrust, and you cry out at the stretch, your oversensitive walls fluttering around him. Zuko groans, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.

"So fucking tight," he grits out, starting to move with deep, purposeful strokes. "Made to take my cock. Made to be bred by me."

The breeding talk makes you clench around him, and he smirks down at you. "You like that, don't you, sweetheart? Like knowing I'm going to fill you up, claim you completely."

"Yes," you sob, more tears streaming down your face as the pleasure builds again impossibly fast. "Yes, please, Zuko—"

Sokka moves to your side, his hand cupping your face and turning you toward him. "Open up, baby," he commands softly, and you part your lips obediently.

He slides his cock into your mouth, groaning at the wet heat. "That's it, princess. Take us both. You look so beautiful like this, crying and full of us."

You moan around him, the vibrations making him thrust deeper. The dual sensation of being filled by both of them is overwhelming, pushing you rapidly toward another climax.

"She's close," Zuko observes, his pace increasing. "I can feel her squeezing me. Are you gonna cum again, sweetheart? Gonna cum on my cock while Sokka fucks your pretty mouth hm..?”

You can only whimper in response, your body trembling violently as they use you. Sokka's hand tangles in your hair, guiding your movements while Zuko's thumb finds your clit again.

"Cum for us," Zuko demands. "Now, baby."

Your orgasm hits like lightning, your body convulsing as you scream around Sokka's cock. Fresh tears pour down your cheeks as the pleasure overwhelms you completely, leaving you shaking and sobbing.

"Fuck, she's crying so pretty for us," Sokka groans, pulling out of your mouth to let you breathe. "Such a good girl, taking everything we give you."

Zuko doesn't slow down, his thrusts becoming harder, more possessive. "Going to breed this perfect pussy," he growls. "Fill you so full, sweetheart. Make sure everyone knows you're mine."

"Ours," Sokka corrects with a grin, moving to kiss you deeply, tasting your tears. "She's ours, Zuko."

"Ours," Zuko agrees, his rhythm becoming erratic. "And we're going to ruin her for anyone else."

You're beyond words now, reduced to desperate whimpers and sobs as they push you toward yet another peak. Your body is hypersensitive, every nerve ending on fire as Zuko pounds into you relentlessly.

"One more," he commands. "Give us one more, sweetheart, and then I'll fill you up just like you need."

Sokka's hand joins Zuko's between your legs, both of them working your clit in tandem. The dual stimulation is too much, and you shatter completely, your vision whiting out as the most intense orgasm yet tears through you.

"That's it," Zuko groans, his hips stuttering as he follows you over the edge. "Take it all, princess. Every drop."

You feel him pulse inside you, filling you with his release as he claimed, and the sensation makes you sob harder. Sokka strokes your hair soothingly, murmuring praise as you come down from your high.

"So perfect," Sokka says softly. "You did so well, baby."

Zuko pulls out carefully, and you whimper at the loss. But before you can catch your breath, Sokka is positioning himself between your thighs.

"My turn," he says with a wicked grin. "Think you can take more, princess?"

You nod weakly, and he slides inside, groaning at how wet and open you are. "Fuck, you feel incredible. So full of Zuko's cum, so perfect for me."

He sets a slower pace than Zuko, but no less intense, each thrust deliberate and deep. Zuko moves to your side, kissing you tenderly while his hands roam your body.

"Look at you," Zuko murmurs against your lips. "Taking Sokka's cock so well, sweetheart. Still so eager even after everything."

"She's amazing," Sokka agrees, his hands gripping your thighs as he drives deeper. "So tight and wet. I'm not going to last long, baby."

"Fill her up," Zuko encourages, his hand moving to play with your oversensitive clit again. "Give her everything, just like I did."

You cry out, your body trembling as another orgasm builds impossibly fast. You didn't think you had another one in you, but their combined attention is pushing you there regardless.

"Please," you sob, tears streaming freely. "Please, I can't—it's too much—"

"You can," Sokka insists, his pace increasing. "One more, princess. Cum with me."

Zuko pinches your clit lightly, and you explode, screaming as your body convulses. Sokka follows immediately, groaning your name as he fills you with his cum.

For a long moment, the only sound in the room is heavy breathing. Sokka pulls out carefully, and you whimper at the sensation of their combined release leaking out of you.

"Shh…, sweetheart," Zuko soothes, gathering you into his arms. "You did so well. So perfect for us."

Sokka lies down on your other side, sandwiching you between their warm bodies. His hand strokes your hair while Zuko's fingers trace soothing patterns on your skin.

"You're incredible," Sokka murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder. "Absolutely incredible, baby."

"So beautiful when you cry for us," Zuko adds, wiping the remaining tears from your cheeks. "When you let go completely and trust us to take care of you."

You nestle between them, feeling safe and cherished despite your exhaustion. Their hands continue their gentle ministrations, grounding you as you come back to yourself.

"Water?" Sokka offers, and you nod gratefully.

He retrieves a glass from the bedside table, helping you sit up enough to drink. Zuko supports your back, his touch tender now.

"Better?" Zuko asks, and you nod, managing a small smile.

"Much better," you whisper, your voice hoarse.

"Good," Sokka says, settling back beside you. "Because we're not done with you yet, princess.”

You laugh weakly, but the promise in his eyes makes heat pool in your belly again despite your exhaustion.

summary: you say you can't. aang knows you can.

cw: overstimulation

a/n: so...i was inspired by a tik tok. :)

You collapse onto Aang's chest with a shaking moan, trembling violently as the last sparks of your orgasm crash into you like a tidal wave. You're panting into his sweat-slick skin, bruised cunt fluttering around his thick cock which is still hard and still thrusting into the sopping mess you've both made.

This should be the end—a sign to rest after he's filled you again. You're expecting him to slow down, grind his cum deeper until you can taste him in your throat. Then he'll gently lift you off his cock, groan as your cunt spills over his stomach and kiss you soundly before he takes such good care of you.

But Aang doesn't do that today—no, he doesn't slow down his thrusts so you both can rest. No, Aang continues fucking you, his hips pounding up into your used cunt and turning the last dregs of your orgasm into overstimulation that has you hiccuping. It verges on painful, overwhelming to a point your vision blurs around the edges. But then it turns into something sweeter, a heady cocktail that has you trying to escape.

Firm arms wrap around your back instantly, stopping your exit and you cry out when Aang's thrusts turn meaner. When they hit that spot inside you that has your cunt pulsing, cum-coated slick forming a frothy ring around the base of Aang's cock. They have you struggling against his hold, torturous ecstasy clawing at your nerves as your hands weakly push against his arms.

"I, I can't—" you slur pathetically, tears rolling down your heated cheeks. "Not again—please—"

"You can." Is all Aang breathes out, unrelenting as he slams up into your gaping cunt. One of his hands trail down to grasp at your ass, spreading a cheek wide so he can sink in deeper still. He groans, a pitched noise, as you convulse against him with your cunt clamping down on his length.

You shake your head, the weight of it heavy on your shoulders. Harsh sobs curl up your throat because overstimulation has turned into knife-sharp pleasure that spins a too strong coil in your lower stomach. You know what that means; it's an old friend though feels like an enemy with how powerful it's growing to be. It's going to devastate you and you aren't sure if you'll be able to survive it.

Aang needs to stop before you spiral hard.

You need to—

A particular hard thrust has you crying out, back arching against his arm and the coil in lower stomach tightening. Aang's responding whimper has it tightening further, his iron grip on your waist locking down as he begins to slam you down onto him with the hand he has on your ass.

His cock carves its path against your slick walls, strikes you hard and you're thrashing in his hold with an increasing volumes of ah ah ah's.

It's about to hit you, mercilessly, and you can't—

"You can." Aang's voice wavers, pleasure having gripped him fully. He's hazy-eyed, cheeks flushed and a small line of drool sliding down the corner of his mouth. He looks pussydrunk, drunk on you and how you're on your way to milking him dry. "You can—you can cum—again, my sweet girl, I know you can."

You shake you head fiercely, already sobbing out his name as one last thrust has you squirting heavily, shaking uncontrollably as Aang fucks you through it.

Then that big hand on your ass digs its nails into soft skin when Aang comes, filling you full with a bitten off whine and your eyes roll back as a smaller orgasm catches you by surprise.

Your vision darkens, your consciousness slips and all you hear before you give in is:

"I knew you could do it, my sweet girl."

cw: dacryphilia, breeding, brat taming, degrading

You know exactly what you're doing when you roll your eyes at Zuko in front of the entire council.

His golden gaze sharpens immediately, that scar seeming to darken as his jaw clenches. But you just examine your nails with deliberate disinterest, ignoring his direct question about your opinion on the trade negotiations. The advisors shift uncomfortably, sensing the tension crackling between you like lightning.

"I asked you a question," Zuko says, his voice dangerously soft.

"And I'm sure you'll figure it out yourself, Fire Lord," you reply, emphasizing his title with just enough mockery to make his knuckles go white on the armrests of his throne.

You can practically feel the heat radiating off him from across the room. Perfect.

The meeting ends shortly after—Zuko dismisses everyone with clipped words, but when you move to leave with the others, his voice cuts through the shuffling: "Not you. Stay."

Your heart races as the heavy doors close, leaving you alone with him in the vast throne room. You turn slowly, affecting boredom even as anticipation coils hot in your belly.

Zuko rises from his throne with predatory grace, descending the steps toward you. "Do you think I don't know what you're doing?"

"I have no idea what you mean." You tilt your chin up defiantly.

He's on you in seconds, backing you against a pillar, one hand braced beside your head while the other grips your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"You've been a brat all week," he growls. "Talking back, disobeying, undermining me in front of everyone. You think I'll let that slide?"

You smirk despite the way your pulse hammers. "What are you going to do about it, my lord?"

His grip tightens. "I'm going to remind you exactly who you belong to. And you're going to cry for me while I do it."

Heat floods between your legs at his words, at the dark promise in his voice. This is exactly what you wanted—what you've been pushing him toward all week.

"Bedroom. Now." He releases you abruptly. "And if you're not naked and on that bed by the time I get there, it's going to be so much worse for you."

Your clothes are scattered across the floor of his chambers, and you're kneeling on the silk sheets when Zuko enters, locking the door behind him with deliberate slowness. He's already removing his formal robes, revealing the lean muscle beneath.

"Good girl," he says, and the praise makes you shiver despite knowing what's coming. "At least you can follow some instructions."

He circles the bed like a predator, drinking in the sight of you. "But it doesn't make up for your behavior. Do you know how hard you made me in that throne room? Watching you defy me, knowing I couldn't bend you over that council table and fuck the attitude out of you in front of everyone?"

"Maybe you should have," you challenge, even as your thighs press together.

Zuko's laugh is dark. "Oh, you're going to regret saying that."

He's on the bed in an instant, grabbing your hair and yanking your head back to expose your throat. His mouth is hot against your pulse point, teeth scraping. "I'm going to make you sob on my cock," he promises against your skin. "Gonna fuck you until those pretty eyes are streaming and you're begging me to stop—but you won't use your safeword, will you? Because this is exactly what you want."

You whimper as his free hand finds your breast, fingers cruel on your nipple, twisting just hard enough to make you gasp.

"Answer me."

"N-no," you breathe. "I-i won't zu—“

"That's right. Because you're mine to break." He releases your hair only to flip you onto your stomach, yanking your hips up so you're presented to him, face pressed into the pillows. "And I'm going to enjoy every second of it."

The first slap across your ass makes you yelp, more from surprise than pain. The second stings worse. By the fifth, tears are already pricking at your eyes, and you can hear the satisfaction in Zuko's breathing as he soothes his palm over the heated skin.

"Already getting teary?" His fingers slide between your legs, finding you soaked. "Fuckk..you're dripping. You love this, don't you? Love being punished."

"Y-Yes fuck!," you gasp as he pushes two fingers inside you roughly, no preparation.

"Yes, what?"

"Y-yes, Fire Lord."

He adds a third finger, stretching you, the burn making fresh tears spill over. "That's better. But I think you can cry harder than that."

He finger-fucks you brutally, his other hand coming down in sharp slaps against your ass, and it's overwhelming—the pleasure-pain combination, the degradation of being used like this, the knowledge that he's getting off on your tears. You're sobbing into the pillow within minutes, your body shaking, and when you clench around his fingers, close to orgasm, he pulls out entirely.

"No!" you cry out, desperate.

"Brats don't get to cum yet," Zuko says coldly. He flips you onto your back, and the sight of your tear-stained face makes his pupils dilate with pure lust. "Fuck, look at you. So pretty when you cry."

He leans down to lick the tears from your cheeks, groaning at the taste, and you feel his cock, hard and heavy, pressing against your thigh. "Please," you whimper.

"Please what?" He positions himself at your entrance, the thick head of his cock nudging against you. "Tell me what you want."

"Please fuck me, please, I need—"

He slams into you in one brutal thrust, and you scream. It's too much, the stretch burning even as pleasure sparks through you. Zuko doesn't give you time to adjust, just starts fucking you with deep, punishing strokes that make the headboard slam against the wall.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" he snarls, gripping your thighs hard enough to bruise, spreading you wider so he can drive deeper. "Wanted me to lose control, to take you like this."

"Yes, yes, oh spirits—" You're crying harder now, overwhelmed by sensation, and Zuko's eyes are locked on your face.

"You're going to take all of me," he growls, one hand moving to press against your lower belly, making you feel every inch of him inside you. "Gonna fill this pussy with my cum until it's dripping out of you. Gonna breed you, make sure everyone knows who you belong to."

The possessive words make you clench around him, and he groans, his rhythm faltering. "You like that hm? Want me to put a baby in you?

"Please," you sob, not even sure what you're begging for anymore, just desperate and aching and so full.

Zuko shifts the angle, hitting that spot inside you that makes you see stars, and his thumb finds your clit, circling with just enough pressure to make you writhe. "Then cumfor me. Cum on your Fire Lord's cock like a good girl."

The orgasm crashes through you like a tidal wave, your body arching off the bed as you scream his name. Your vision whites out, more tears streaming down your face as pleasure overwhelms you completely. Through it all, Zuko keeps fucking you, chasing his own release, his eyes never leaving your tear-stained face.

"So perfect," he groans, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Crying for me, taking me so well—fuck, I'm going to—"

He buries himself as deep as possible, and you feel him pulse inside you, filling you with hot spurts of cum. The sensation makes you whimper, aftershocks rolling through you as he grinds against you, making sure every drop stays inside.

"Mine," he pants against your neck, still moving in shallow thrusts. "All mine."

But he's not done with you.

Even as you're still trembling from your orgasm, Zuko pulls out only to flip you over again, yanking your hips up. You're boneless, oversensitive, fresh tears already falling because you know he's going to take you again.

"I told you I was going to breed you," he says, his cum-slick cock already pressing back inside your abused pussy.

You sob as he fills you again, the slide easier now with the mix of your arousal and his release, but no less intense. If anything, it's more overwhelming—you're so sensitive that every thrust feels like too much and not enough simultaneously.

Zuko sets a relentless pace, one hand fisted in your hair, pulling your head back so he can see your profile, watch the tears stream down your face. "That's it, cry for me. Show me how good I make you feel."

"Zuko, I can't, it's too much—" you gasp, but your body betrays you, already building toward another orgasm despite the overstimulation.

"You can and you will," he commands, his free hand reaching around to rub your clit in tight circles. "Going to make you come again, make you milk every drop of cum from my cock."

The dirty talk, the relentless stimulation—it's all too much. You're crying in earnest now, messy and desperate, and Zuko is groaning behind you, clearly getting off on your tears as much as the physical sensation.

"Such a good little breeding slut," he pants. "Taking everything I give you. Going to keep you in this bed for days, keep you full of my cum until your belly swells with my child."

The image he paints, the possessive promise in his words, sends you over the edge again. You cum with a broken cry, your body clamping down on him and Zuko curses, his hips stuttering as he follows you into orgasm, pumping more cum deep inside you.

This time when he pulls out, he immediately pushes his fingers inside you, keeping his release from escaping. "Can't waste a drop," he murmurs.

You collapse onto the bed, utterly spent, tears still leaking from your eyes. Your body is trembling, marked with his handprints and bites, thoroughly used and claimed.

Zuko gathers you into his arms, surprisingly gentle now, pressing kisses to your tear-stained cheeks. "You did so well," he murmurs, his voice soft. "Took your punishment perfectly. My perfect girl."

The praise makes you whimper, burrowing into his chest as he strokes your hair. The contrast between his earlier brutality and current tenderness makes your heart ache.

"I love you," he says quietly, tilting your chin up to kiss you properly, tasting the salt of your tears on your lips. "Even when you're being a brat."

You manage a smile. "I love you too."

cw: threesomes, smut zukka x reader

The proposal comes on a quiet evening, when the palace has settled into nighttime and you're alone with Zuko in your chambers. He's been unusually quiet through dinner, his golden eyes flickering to you.

"I've been thinking about something," he says finally, setting down his cup of tea with care.

You turn to face him fully, curious. "What is it?"

He's silent for a moment, and you can see him choosing his words carefully. That's when you know this is something significant. "Sokka mentioned something the other night. When we were drinking." He pauses, meeting your eyes. "About you."

Heat creeps up your neck. "What about me?"

"That he's always found you attractive." Zuko's voice is steady, but there's something darker threading through it now. "And I told him I knew. That I'd noticed the way he looks at you."

Your heart kicks up a notch. "Zuko—"

"I'm not angry." He stands, crossing to where you sit, and his hand comes to rest on your shoulder. The warmth of his palm seeps through the silk of your robe. "Actually, I've been thinking about it. About what it might be like to share you with him. Just once."

The words hit you hard. You stare up at your husband, searching his face for any sign of jealousy or uncertainty, but all you find is heated confidence and something that looks almost like anticipation.

"You want to... watch?" you ask, your voice coming out breathier than intended.

"I want to participate." His thumb strokes along your collarbone. "I want to see you come apart for both of us. I want to know what it feels like to have you between us."

Your mind is racing, heat pooling low in your belly despite—or maybe because of—how unexpected this is. You think of Sokka, of his easy smile and the way his eyes linger on you sometimes when he thinks no one's watching. You think of Zuko's hands on you while someone else's are too, and the image sends a heat into your core.

"Have you asked him?" you replied.

Zuko forms a smile at you. "He's waiting in the hall. If you want this."

Your breath catches. Part of you can't believe this is happening, that your husband is offering this, that you're actually considering it.

"I want it," you whisper.

Zuko's eyes flash with satisfaction. He leans down, capturing your mouth in a kiss that's all possession and promise, and then he's moving to the door. When it opens, Sokka steps inside, and you can see the tension in his shoulders, the question in his blue eyes.

"She said yes," Zuko says simply.

Sokka's gaze finds yours, and the heat in it makes your stomach flip. "You're sure?" he asks, and you appreciate that he's asking you directly, not just taking Zuko's word for it.

You stand, your legs slightly unsteady. "I'm sure."

The smile that breaks across Sokka's face is boyish and hungry all at once. "Well then," he says, stepping further into the room. "I've been thinking about this for a long time."

"We know," Zuko says dryly, but there's amusement in his voice.

Sokka laughs, some of the tension breaks, and then he's crossing to you. He stops just in front of you, close enough that you can feel the heat of him. "Can I kiss you?" he asks, and the courtesy of it, the respect, makes you want him even more.

"Yes," you breathe.

His lips are different from Zuko's—softer, more exploratory. He kisses you like he's savoring it, like he's wanted this for so long that he needs to take his time. His hands come up to frame your face, gentle and reverent, and you melt into it.

You feel Zuko move behind you, his chest pressing against your back, his hands settling on your hips. "Beautiful," he murmurs against your ear, and the praise sends shivers down your spine.

Sokka breaks the kiss, his breathing already uneven. "This is really happening," he says, almost to himself.

"It is," you confirm, reaching up to trace his jaw. "Touch me, Sokka.. please.."

He doesn't need to be told twice. His hands slide down your sides, learning the shape of you through your robe, while Zuko's fingers work at the tie holding it closed. The silk falls open, and you're bare beneath it, exposed to both of them.

"Spirits," Sokka breathes, his eyes roaming over you with undisguised want.

Zuko's hands slide the robe off your shoulders, letting it pool at your feet. "She's perfect, isn't she?" he says, and there's pride in his voice, like he's showing off gold.

"Beyond perfect," Sokka agrees, and then his hands are on your skin, warm and slightly calloused, exploring your curves while Zuko's mouth finds your neck.

You're caught between them, sensation coming from both sides, and it's overwhelming in the best way. Sokka's thumb brushes over your nipple and you gasp, arching into the touch. Zuko chuckles against your throat, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there.

"Bed now," Zuko commands, and Sokka steps back just enough to let you move.

You climb onto the silk sheets, your heart pounding, and watch as both men begin to undress. You've seen Zuko naked countless times, know every scar and plane of muscle, but seeing Sokka reveal himself is new and intoxicating. He's lean and strong, his body marked with the evidence of years as a warrior.

They join you on the bed, one on each side, and for a moment you just look at each other, the weight of what's about to happen settling over you.

"Tell us what you want," Zuko says, his hand sliding up your thigh.

You swallow hard, desire makes you bold. "I want both of you. I want to feel both of you touching me."

Sokka groans, leaning in to capture your mouth again while Zuko's hand continues its path upward. When his fingers finally reach where you're already wet and wanting, you moan into Sokka's kiss.

"So ready for us," Zuko murmurs appreciatively, his fingers circling your clit with practiced ease.

Sokka's mouth moves to your breast, his tongue swirling around your nipple, and the dual sensations make your hips buck. You reach for both of them, wrapping your hand around Sokka's hard length while your other hand tangles in Zuko's hair.

"That's it," Zuko encourages, his fingers sliding inside you. "Take what you need from both of us."

Everything that followed felt like a blur—hands and mouths everywhere, pleasure building in waves. Sokka works his way down your body, settling between your thighs, and when his tongue replaces Zuko's fingers, you cry out.

"Fuck, you taste good," Sokka says against you, and the vibration of his words makes you shudder.

Zuko kisses you deeply, swallowing your moans as Sokka devours you. You're climbing fast, the newness of it, the wrongness-that's-not-wrong of having someone other than your husband between your legs while Zuko watches and touches you, pushing you toward the edge.

"Cum for him," Zuko commands against your lips. "Let him taste it."

His words combined with Sokka's skilled tongue push you over the edge. pleasure crashing through you,. You shake between them, Sokka working you through it while Zuko holds you steady.

When you come down, gasping, Sokka lifts his head with a satisfied grin. "Even better than I imagined," he says.

Zuko's hand wraps around your throat gently, turning your face to his. "Ready for more?" he asks, and you can see the hunger in his eyes.

"Y-Yes," you breathe. "I want you both."

They position you on your hands and knees, and you feel Zuko move behind you while Sokka kneels in front of you. The head of Zuko's cock presses against your entrance, and he slides in slowly, the familiar stretch making you moan.

"Still so tight," he groans, his hands gripping your hips. "Even after all this time."

Sokka's hand cups your face, guiding you to his cock, and you open for him eagerly. The taste of him is new, slightly salty, and you hollow your cheeks as you take him deeper.

"Oh fuck," Sokka gasps, his hand gentle in your hair. "Your mouth—"

Zuko starts to move, each thrust pushing you forward onto Sokka, creating a pace that has all three of you groaning. You feel utterly full, filled from both ends, and the raw eroticism of it has you climbing toward another peak already.

"Look at you," Zuko says, his voice rough with pleasure. "Taking both of us so well. So perfect for us."

You moan around Sokka, and he curses, his hips jerking slightly. "Can't last long like this," he warns. "She's too good."

Zuko's hand slides around to find your clit, circling it in time with his thrusts. "Cum again m’love.," he orders. "Cum with Sokka’s cock in your mouth and me inside you."

The command combined with the stimulation is too much. You cum hard, your body clenching around Zuko as you moan around Sokka's length. The vibration and suction push Sokka over the edge, and he spills into your mouth with a shout of your name.

You swallow, savoring the taste of him, and Zuko's thrusts become erratic. "Gnna fill you up..," he groans, and then he's coming too, heat flooding you as he buries himself deep.

For a long moment, the only sound is heavy breathing. Sokka carefully withdraws, and Zuko pulls out slowly, both of them helping you collapse onto the bed between them.

"That was..." Sokka starts, then laughs breathlessly. "Amazing."

You turn your head to smile at him, feeling thoroughly satisfied and boneless.

Sokka smiles back at you. leaning in to kiss you softly. "Thank you. Both of you."

Zuko's arm drapes over your waist, pulling you back against his chest. "We're not done yet," he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

The night continues in a haze of pleasure—different positions, moments where you watch Zuko and Sokka touch each other, moments where they focus entirely on you. By the time you're all finally spent, the sky outside is beginning to lighten.

You're curled between them, Zuko's chest against your back and Sokka facing you, his hand resting on your hip. The intimacy of it feels natural, comfortable, like this was always meant to happen.

"How do you feel?" Zuko murmurs against your hair.

You consider the question, taking stock of your body—pleasantly sore, satisfied, marked with evidence of the night. But more than that, you feel cherished, desired, safe.

"Perfect," you answer honestly. "It felt so good..."

Sokka's thumb strokes your hip bone. "Glad you felt that.," he says quietly

"This doesn't have to be just once," Zuko says.

You meet Sokka's eyes, seeing the hope there, the affection that goes beyond just desire.

"No," you agree, smiling. "It doesn't have to be just once."

Sokka's answering grin is bright enough to rival the sunrise creeping through the windows. He leans in to kiss you, soft and sweet, and Zuko presses a kiss to your shoulder.

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"haangh-"

zuko's lips parted in yet another moan as the glazed look in his eyes darkened. one hand flew to your hair, gently but firmly holding onto you by the roots. his thighs tensed under your soft palms.

for the past few weeks, you'd been worried about your precious fire lord. the calm and confident man who was so quietly sure of his words had been doubting himself increasingly often, whether it be to hesitate before avatar meetings, or simply keep quiet in areas you know he was qualified. this of course would not fly with you. after all, you were a very strong motivator and articulate speaker. you were his wife for a reason.

but when you first proposed the idea to lift his spirits, he couldn't possibly imagine that this was what you meant. he thought his smart, beautiful wife would give him a well earned pep-talk, but you didn't seem to be talking at all.

no, quite the opposite.

he thrusted forward involuntarily again, feeling the soft fluttering of your throat wrapped around his swollen cock as you sputtered and gagged. your nails dug into his thighs, leaving red crescent-shaped indents to remind him later of his motivation session.

you unstuck your throat from him, leaving his rock-hard erection with a wet pop! spit and slick dribbled down his length, accumulating at the base in an indecent puddle.

"who are you, baby?"

"t-the fire lor-ngh-"

your tongue continued its relentless teasing of the sensitive underside of his painfully flushed tip. taking him in your mouth again, you continued your descent until your eyelashes batted against the curly mess of his thicket of hair. he fucking whimpered.