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all he can focus on is how good you feel around him. so tight, so wet, so perfect — doesn't even notice that you're struggling to breathe, not until you're tapping at his shoulders, digging crescents into the meat of his arm. then he's all apologies, mumbling fevered "sorrysorrysorry"s into crook of your neck while his hands roam every surface inch of your body like a man starved.

"s-sorry, baby, you just—!" he breathes, the words lodged in his throat like cement. "guess i get a little carried away 'cause – mmf – you make me feel so good."

he moves from laying on his back and settles into a position with you on his lap, wraps his arm across your chest to accommodate for the new position, and begins with a steady roll of his hips before jack-hammering into you from below. the arm he has around your chest is taut, and his forehead rests against the heated skin between your shoulder blades. every thrust into your aching heat is relentless, harsher, and impossibly crueler than the last, and you can feel your consciousness floating further and further away from you, like loose thread unspooling at the seams.

aang pulls you back to reality with a sharp, punctuated thrust, then asks, "are you close?" before littering wet, open-mouthed kisses along the side of your neck. fervently, you nod, and rest your head against his shoulder. you turn your head to the side, capturing his lips in a heated, clumsy kiss, and his moans melt into your mouth like cotton candy. he kisses you like an equation to be solved, methodically and precise, licking into your mouth fervidly like the answer is somewhere in the back of your throat.

your release comes quickly and without much effort, and you come around him with a strangled cry, babbling a string of incoherencies that fizzle into the air. his hold on you tightens, and he begins to chase his own release, sheathing and unsheathing you on his cock at a pace that has your head spinning and cunt clenching around him.

"aang, 's too – ah – much!" your hands, still pinned to your side, go to grab at his thighs. you brace yourself against him, tears welling in your eyes when you feel the beginnings of another orgasm steadily approaching release.

"i know, baby, i know," he says, pressing feather-light kisses into your shoulder. "come with me, wanna feel you let go around me one more time." he brings a hand to wrap around your waist, and the other finds your swollen nub like a magnet. the pads of his fingertips are cool, a salve to the fire setting your skin ablaze, and he begins circling the flesh mercilessly, in tight, rapid motions that has you squirming in his hold.

your second orgasm comes quieter this time, but the sensation is all the same. liquid-hot, electric, and hazy. you feel like a feather suspended in the air, floating between gusts of wind that refuse to let you fall to the ground.

not long after is aang's own release. he comes with a disgruntled cry that muffles into your hair, and spills his seed deep into your womb, giving a few more lazy pumps before settling into a slow grind. your name tumbles from his lips in hushed repetition, and he kisses it into your skin, leaving impressions of his devotion from your back all the way up to your neck.

when your breaths begin to even, he removes you from his cock and brings you down to lay nestled into his side. his chest is flushed with crimson all the way to his cheeks, and his skin glistens with dew drops of perspiration. when he turns to face you, the beginnings of embarrassment start to creep up on his face.

"i'm so sorry for – uh – being too rough earlier," he begins, moving a hand to rest on the spot where your hip meets your waist. he traces the area lightly, eyes far too shy to meet your gaze. "i didn't realize – i just... it felt so good."

when he finishes, his eyes flit to you and your heart does that weird thing where it skips a beat. his voice is seriously apologetic, and he can barely keep eye contact with you for more than a second — which you find to be endearingly cute considering he was just fucking your brains out not more than five minutes ago.

"it's okay, you didn't hurt me," you say, tilting your head up and showing him your neck for confirmation. "but if you wanted to do it again... i wouldn't be opposed."

his eyes practically bulge from his head, and his brows are knitting together in confusion. "wait, are you saying that you liked it?"

you turn to lay on your back and shrug your shoulders, "i mean, it was unexpected at first but it felt... kinda good. liked not being able to breathe for a bit, made me feel a little dizzy."

your head turns to the side to face him, and he's completely gob-smacked from your admission. "well, i don't want to hurt you, so won't be doing that again, but—" and your ears perk up, "maybe we can try something a little safer, like with my bending?"

the grin you give him is so mischievous, he can practically see the gears turning in your head. teasingly, you leave his side and move to straddle him by the waist, pinning his hands above his head with a challenging look.

"think you can go again? why don't we put your bending to the test, avatar?"

you gasp as he lifts you up off his cock, making you sit up on your knees and not letting you sink back down, leaving your poor pussy achingly empty. "zu," you whine, trying to wriggle your hips enticingly, ass so close to his face, in hopes that he'll get excited and just tug you back on all the way again. you can't take any more teasing.

something about him is different today. he's radiating more heat, and whenever his hands move on your body, they leave behind a thin sheen of sweat. he's all fired up.

he rubs his tip through your folds, groaning as he sees all the cream oozing out of your pretty pussy and making a mess of him, seeping down the length of his shaft. "what?" he mumbles, looking up at you as you hover on top of him. "begging for me when you explicitly disobeyed me earlier? what d'you think i'm gonna say to you?"

you pout, about to protest and whine, when he tugs you back down abruptly and makes your pussy swallow his cock up entirely, everything from his flared tip to the base of him stuffed snugly in your pretty hole in one rough thrust.

you dig your long nails into his thighs, moaning and tipping your head back as he starts to plunge into you once again and a slow, tortorous speed, watching how you tremble and whine as he fucks upwards into you, aiming his cockhead at your spongey sweet spot located on your frontal wall. the subtle curve of his cock allows him to hit it again and again, and your pussy clutches around him each time he does, milking him and clinging to his shaft when he draws back. he can see your pretty walls hugging him as he pulls back, not wanting him to go anywhere else but deep inside you.

"tch. greedy pussy." he tuts, pushing his cock back into you and giving your ass a firm slap. "if you want more, take it yourself. 'm not gonna do all the work for you this time not when - fuck - you were bein' bad."

"zu 'm sorry!" you whine, though you listen to him and take what you want even though your thighs are wobbly and you're tired from bouncing and it's hard to fit him all in without any help because he's just so big.

but you have to make it up to him or he'll keep being mad at you all night. and you don't want that.

zuko groans and clings onto you tighter, unable to resist holding you. he increases the pace of his thrusts so that now he's meeting your bounces halfway, plunging his cock into your messy pussy at the same time that you're chasing his hips with your own.

it feels heavenly inside you, he'd love to tell you that, praise how soft your walls feel around him and how you milk his cock with every thrust, but he doesn't want to give you the satisfaction. his big hands up to cup your chest from behind, and he pulls you down so you're laying flat on your back against him while his cock drives into you from below with nasty, slick noises accompanying his movements. you're just oozing out juices today.

"does getting me jealous make you this wet, dear?" he whispers, his voice deceptively quiet even though he's fucking you mean.

"n-no… mngh- zuko i wanna see you." you moan as he squeezes your bouncing tits, rolling your nipples between his fingers.

"then maybe you shouldn't have been talking to other men. ah- i'm close…" he pants, his flared cockhead pressing against your sweet spot again while his mouth presses to your ear so his panting and groans are directly audible. "are you gonna be good? show me you're my girl and no one else's?"

zuko presses warm, open mouthed kisses to your ear and the sweet spot below while his cock ruts up roughly into your creamy pussy which keeps leaking out rivulets of slick whenever he lifts his hips to yours.

"yeah- ah, just yours, zuko!" you exclaim while arching your back, tits pressing into his hands with your nipples rubbing raw against his calluses with every shift of your body. he keeps manuevering you on his dick, cock stretching you open so good that you see stars.

with one last moan of zuko's name - not that idiot that was flirting with you earlier, only him - his jaw slackens and his head tips back as he spills his hefty load into you. warm, thick ropes of cum fill you up and coat your insides.

you gush around him around the same time, and he keeps rutting his cock up into you, his body slowly returning to it's normal temperature. he bands his arms around you, sighing and praising you through your orgasm while his envy and anger start to subside as well.

zuko's cum leaks out around the base of his cock and down his balls in a mess oof creamy white. it mixes with your slick and drips down your joined bodies. he cuddles you through it, rolling his hips up to yours to keep you plugged full, warm, and happy.

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“this what you wanted? hm?” he snaps, pressing his body down on yours so his cock hits deeper inside you. he bottoms out with every thrust, dragging his cock out halfway and shoving back in, feeling your pussy flutter around him as it struggles to accommodate his thickness and length. “you wanted some cock that bad that you had to rile me up like this?”

there, now you remember. how you’d been hanging off carlos and flirting with him the entirety of the mission in front of leon’s face to get a rise out of him. leon had been spending far too much time alone from you recently, always busy on solo tasks or getting work done or, your least favourite, up to highly confidential tasks with ada where they’d be alone together and he’d come home late at night without an explanation.

“ ‘s cause you don’t even pay attention to me anymore,” you say between gasped moans and whimpers when he hits too deep inside you, his tip pressing down on one of your softest parts. your head drops to the side of your pillow as you try to avoid eye contact and, but leon grabs you by the throat and turns your head back to him, forcing you to look into his eyes as his cock stills inside you.

“what’d you just say?”

you squirm from the pressure on your throat and his cock pressing into you from where it’s buried entirely in your warm hole. “s-said…” you pant, legs quivering on him. “you don’t pay me attention anymore.”

he runs his tongue over the inside of his cheek, wondering where you came up with that. he drags his cock out of you with only the tip left inside, causing you to squirm again for the opposite reason than a moment ago, where you’d felt too full. now you feel too empty, and that buzzy feeling that usually encapsulates your body when you’re close to cumming fades a little.

“i pay loads of attention to you. quit - fuck - lying to my face and tell me why you’re actually being bad.”

you try to drop your leg back around his waist and push his hips forward so his cock can fill you up again, but he knows immediately what you’re trying to do and puts your leg right where it belongs.

“cause of ada!” you blurt, voice petulant as he watches you. when the truth comes out, he blinks at you and frowns. “you spend time with ada and go out on your solo missions and then you come mngh home and you just have to work more… you don’t spend time with me anymore!”

leon stares down at your pouty face and the tears that start to pool in your waterline, and he coos as recognition immediately clouds his features. he slowly sinks inside you again, adopting a much more gentle, romantic pace. his hands come up to cradle your face instead of restraining you. “oh baby i’m sorry…”

he slows his thrusts into deep, slow ones that allow you to feel every inch of him filling you and stretching out your walls with each thrust. pressing his forehead against yours, he moans softly, watching your face contort with pleasure each time he bottoms out. “why didn’t you just tell me? would’ve dropped everything to make sure my baby feels loved.”

"cause 's embarassing." your words come out in between gasps and pants, meanwhile slowly, that buzz resurfaces. he feels you tighten around him, pussy squeezing around his cock as it plunges slowly in and out of your soaked hole. leon guides your arms around his neck and places a kiss to your mouth. "don't be embarrassed." he reassures you, lips moving against yours as he speaks. "always let me know so i can be sure i'm taking care of you proper. okay?"

"k-kay..." you pant, eyes rolling back when his cock rolls up inside you because of the way leon thrusts inside you, his tip poking your sweet spot just long and firm enough for the coil in your stomach to snap, and without warning, you feel yourself cumming around his cock. your arms tighten around him and you gasp his name, moving your hips downward to meet his thrusts as he chases his own orgasm while wrapping his body around you and kissing you deeply.

your body goes limp from under him, walls squeezing tightly around him as you cum around his cock. leon moans your name against your lips, tongue slipping inside your mouth and sending one last thrust inside you before he spills into you, warm load filling you up and flooding around his cock, which is still inside you.

leon stays still for a moment after, breathing heavily as he tries to catch himself. he doesn't quite want to move yet because he's still got so much on his mind. "hey." he murmurs at you, trying to coax you out of post-sex fuzziness. with his forehead still pressed to yours, he stares into your shiny eyes, thumb wiping up the tears that'd fallen down your face earler. "don't do that again, okay? keep stuff from me."

though you're still catching your breath, you do your best to respond. "i just didn't wanna seem needy." you murmur. he shakes his head and makes a gruff noise of disagreement. "you are needy, hon. i like it that way. having my girl rely on me."

your lips press together and your hands slide up into his hair to play with the blond strands as he continues. "i've been gone too much." he amits, his thumb still moving absentmindedly against your cheek. "didn't think about that'd feel like for you. and that's on me."

"leon-"

"hold on," he cuts in softly, shaking his head and brushing his nose against yours lightly. "let me say it." his gaze softens a little, his cock still inside you and making you feel all the more warm and satiated. it's just so intimate, how he's reassuring you while holding you like this, with every part of you connected and pressed into him. "i don't like you feeling like you gotta compete for my attention." he says quietly.

you melt into him a little more, your legs loosely hooked around him now without any tension behind it, just wanting to stay close.

"and i'll fix that." he whispers, pecking your plush lips. "starting with not disappearing on you every other day. and maybe taking you with me when i can."

your eyes light up just a little at that, even through the lingering sleepiness. "yeah?"

"yeah." he nods, laying on top of you without crushing you with his weight too much, half on, half off. he hums at the little soft back scratches you give him at the same time.

after a moment, he speaks again. "...were you really flirting with carlos, though?"

"dunno, maybe."

he huffs at that and tightens his grip around you enough to make a statement. "don't do that again either."

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you love it, yes, but you've been craving more, lately. he's so big and strong, terrified of hurting you or leaving marks on you, but part of you wishes he'd just lose all of that carefully crafted control and mount you like an animal in heat.

"leon..." your voice comes out as a breathy moan as he sucks a love bite onto your inner thigh, soothing the mark with his tongue. he answers with a hum of acknowledgement, too busy lapping up the slick leaking out of you to give you a real response.

you continue, hoping to finally tell him the truth. "l... did you wanna g-go- mmh," your words cut off when he finally kisses down to your pussy, sucking your leaky mound into his mouth and lapping at your folds greedily. you wonder if he's doing this on purpose, distracting you by making you feel so good you can't speak.

you jolt as his tongue licks a fat stripe up to your clit, which he delivers a light faint of his teeth against the hardening peak before flicking his tongue over it. "did... fuck... could you be a little mean t'me today? not so gentle..." you plead weakly, soft moans leaving your mouth as he munches on your pussy. he pulls away with a faint pop, your folds sliding out from between his lips and leaving slick all over the lower half of his face. "mean?" he cocks his head slightly, looking at the wanton, desperate look on your face.

"do you even know what you're askin' for, baby?"

you nod eagerly, licking your lips and flitting your gaze between his glossy eyes and his long, thick cock standing up proudly against his bare stomach. "yeah," you nod earnestly. "i've been thinking about it for a while now. i know what i want."

he listens to your words, considering your words. you're half his size, you need pacing and him going in inch by inch inside of you so you can adapt to his size, and he has to go slow inside you so he doesn't hurt you. hell, you were a virgin when you met him. being rough with you just isn't something he does. he knows your body well enough to be sure you cant handle it. he sighs softly and shakes his head, thick blond hair falling into his eyes. "i don't think you do. why don't you just lay there, be my good girl, and take what i give you? can make you feel real good without bein' a brute to my baby."

you whine, fighting the urge to thrash and lash out as he returns to mouth at your pussy, your anger quickly forgotten as he slips two thick fingers inside you, twisting skillfully while his tongue returns to what he does best. he groans softly into your cunt as your tangy-sweet taste explodes on his tongue, the vibrations rumbling against your sensitive core and offering a little more pleasure, but still not enough. it's too soft.

leon traces his tongue along your slit from the base to your clit slowly while he curls and pumps his fingers in and out of you gently, feeling your silken walls clinging tight to his thick digits.

every few licks, leon pauses to suckle on her swollen clit, drawing the sensitive bud into his mouth to roll it around with his tongue. he could spend hours like this, buried between your thighs, drinking down your essence until he's drunk on it, but you're getting impatient again. you squirm against his face, trying to gasp out more protests, but the sheer amount of pleasure he's giving you has your brain all muddled. "leon pl-please, just... wait!"

leon groans again and lifts his mouth from your hole, sliding his fingers in to the knuckle and not taking them back out to signify that he wants you to talk quickly so he can return to making you feel good. "yeah?" he prompts, keeping his composure.

"i... i know what i want." you repeat. "and i really, really want you to be rougher with me, please? just this once, and if we don't like it, we don't ever have to do it again, just please, please leon, please..."

he groans, the noise cutting you off as he returns to a kneeling position between your legs. he's sick of your incessant whining - he'd been aching to make love to you all day, and you just won't shut up, being greedy and begging for more when he knows you can't handle it. but fine. if manhandling you and fucking you hard enough to forget your own name is what you want, he'll fucking do it.

he grabs you by your plush thighs and spreads you open as wide as you'll go, your knees nearly touching your ears. "hold 'em." he snaps at you firmly, and you gasp, unaccustomed to his stern, no-nonsense tone, but you oblige quickly, not wanting to let the moment go to waste. its finally happening...

he grunts, unimpressed. "wider, you stupid girl. he shoves your legs apart harder, making you squeal as your dripping holes get exposed to the cool air of the room, your pussy drooling slick onto the sheets.

he fists his cock, pumping from base to tip with rough, uneven strokes until enough precum gathers at the tip. then he smears his mess all over your puffy folds, mixing your shared juices around until your hole is nothing but a creamy, lubricated mess. then, with no warning, he notches the swollen head at your messy pussy and shoves his whole cock in, leaving you crying out and arching off the bed.

of all the times you and leon have had sex, he's never gone all the way in one thrust because he's too scared of hurting you, but you're getting what you want tonight. he braces one hand on your soft tummy, pushing down on the indent his cock makes in your belly as he stays buried inside you to the hilt, while his other hand wraps around your throat firmly, using it as a fucking grip as he begins to fuck you on his cock like a toy.

"this what you wanted, y'little whore? hm?" he sneers down at you, hips rocking forward in time with him manhandling you down onto his cock, while you're moaning and crying out in delight. "f-fuck! yes, oh mygosh leon-" your words shift into babbles and pitchy little whines as he fucks you at a brutal pace, his thick cock stretching out your creamy little pussy with each thrust and pressing into your deepest parts.

he pistons his cock into you from above, veins scraping your soft inner walls and jutting against your sweet spot, pushing you closer and closer to the edge already. he reaches up and pushes his thumb down on your clit as well, rolling his hips forward and grinding into your womb each time he bottoms out and pairing the motion with circling your clit. the rough pad offers you more stimulation, and you squeak each time he drives into you. it feels like each thrust is sending him deeper. "le-hic-leon, im gonna... 'm gonna..."

"gonna what, baby? gonna cream on my cock already? barely started on you. i told you you couldn't handle it... baby needs her - fuck, princess treatment." he trails off with a loud groan as your walls suck him in deeper, tight pussy clinging onto his cock and drawing him in deeper each time he pulls out. he stares down at your swollen bud, your puffy folds swallowing up his dick, the imprint in your stomach each time he fucks up into you, and his brain spirals. he's not gonna last much longer either.

teeth sink into the side of your throat as leon leans down and bites you harshly, his mouth closing over the bruising flesh to soothe it with his tongue. he licks up your skin, tasting sweetness mixed with the salt of your sweat and slides his tongue over your jaw and into your mouth, making you swallow his saliva and suck on his tongue as he pounds you, balls squished into your ass as he pushes every inch into you.

your body tenses, every muscle pulled taut as a bowstring as your peak crashes over you. you wail into his mouth, and he swallows up your moans eagerly while your pussy squeezes around him as slick gushes along his cock, soaking it in your cum.

leon groans as your velvety walls squeeze him in a vice grip, and not long after you, he shoves his cock inside you and holds in place so he can empty his balls straight into your womb, cock throbbing as he starts to unload deep inside you.

the two of you kiss messily, tongues rolling over one another and slurping greedily as his hot seed spurts in thick streams, painting and sticking to your insides. he pumps load after load of his thick, hot cum deep into your spasming cunt. and your poor pussy has to do it's best to milk him for every last drop and not let any go to waste.

leon growls, grinding his pelvis against yours and stirring his seed inside you as the last spurts dribble out.

without pulling out, he suddenly flips you over onto your hands and knees and pushes your face into the pillow, keeping you plugged with his cum as he starts to rock his hips once more, ready to continue with fucking you. why hadn't he done this with you earlier?

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The hand resting on the arm of his throne curls into a fist, knuckles whitening. One of the advisors is still talking—something about grain shipments—but Zuko’s focus is completely locked on the way your hand moves beneath your robe. You let your lips part just slightly, letting him see the way your breath hitches when you dip two fingers lower and push inside yourself.

You’re so wet the faint, obscene sound of it is almost audible to you. You pray the advisors can’t hear.

Zuko’s chest rises and falls a little faster. His eyes burn—literally, the gold flaring brighter for half a second before he forces it back under control. You can see the tension in his shoulders, the way he’s gripping the edge of the table now like he’s two seconds from standing up and clearing the entire room.

You slide your fingers deeper, curling them just the way he does when he’s inside you, and your thighs tremble. A soft, involuntary exhale escapes your lips. You don’t break eye contact. Instead, you mouth his name silently—Zuko—while you fuck yourself slow and teasing on your own fingers, thumb still working your clit in lazy circles.

He shifts in his seat, and you know he’s hard. You can see the slight bulge beneath his robes, the way he has to adjust his posture to hide it from the men still obliviously discussing tactics.

One of the advisors asks him a direct question. Zuko’s voice comes out rougher than usual, “Repeat that.”

You smile sweetly and oh so innocently, even as you pump your fingers a little faster, chasing your orgasm. Zuko’s gaze drops for a split second to where your hand disappears under the fabric, then snaps back up to your face. The look he gives tells you you're going to pay for this later.

The thought only makes you wetter. You add a third finger, stretching yourself, imagining it’s him fucking you right here in front of everyone. You’re so close already, body wound tight from hours of denial and ovulation hormones turning you into a desperate little mess.

Zuko clears his throat, cutting off whatever the advisor was saying.“This meeting is over.”

The men blink, startled, but they know better than to argue with him. Chairs scrape as bows are offered, and they file out quickly, murmuring among themselves.

The second the heavy doors shut behind the last advisor, Zuko is on his feet immediately. You don’t stop touching yourself—still lazily fucking your fingers, lips parted on soft little pants—until he’s right in front of your chair.

He grabs your wrist and yanks your hand out from under your robe. Your fingers are shiny with your slick. Without breaking eye contact, he brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean, tongue curling around them. “Couldn’t wait until I was done? Had to tease me like that in front of everyone?”

You bite your lip, still breathing hard, thighs pressed together as another rush of wetness coats your folds. “You looked bored,” you whisper, “I thought I’d give you something better to focus on.”

In one swift motion he hauls you up from the chair, spins you around, and bends you over the long war table. Your palms slap against the polished wood as he shoves your robe up over your hips, yanking your soaked panties down your thighs. “Fuck,” he hisses, one large hand spreading your ass so he can see how dripping and swollen you are. “Look at you. So fucking wet for me already. That explains your behavior.”

You whimper at his words, pushing back against him, aching to be filled. The thick head of his cock nudges against your entrance and you moan when he drags it through your slick folds, “Zuko—please—”

He laughs mockingly as he keeps teasing your entrance without pushing in. “Please what? Use your words. You were so bold a minute ago, mouthing my name and fucking yourself right in front of me. Now you’re suddenly shy?”

You whine, fingers scrabbling against the table. “Please fuck me. I need you—need your cock—”

He doesn’t make you beg twice before you cry out, fingers scrabbling against the table as he starts fucking you hard and deep. Zuko groans, one hand gripping your hip hard while the other fists in your hair, pulling your head back just enough to speak against your ear. “So greedy today. Can’t even sit through one meeting without playing with this needy little cunt. What am I going to do with you?”

He starts fucking you in deep, punishing strokes. “You’re going to pay for that little show,” he growls,

“Teasing your Fire Lord like that… making me hard while I’m supposed to be listening to grain shipments.” He punctuates the words with a particularly hard snap of his hips. “You really thought that through didn’t you?”

You moan loudly, pushing back to meet his thrusts, the table creaking beneath you. “Zuko—ah—yes—I was thinking about you the whole time.”

Without warning he pulls out, making you whine at the sudden emptiness. Before you can protest, he flips you onto your back on the wide table, spreading your legs wide and hooking them over his elbows. He slides back into you in one smooth thrust, the new angle making your back arch.

“There we go,” he murmurs, golden eyes soft even as his hips snap forward hard. “Better? I know how needy you get, my empress.”

He leans down to kiss you, tongue sliding against yours while he fucks you. You moan into his mouth, hands clutching at his shoulders. He feels so good, so thick, and exactly what you needed. After a few more deep thrusts he pulls out again, ignoring your desperate sound of protest. With easy strength he lifts you off the table, turns you, and sits himself in one of the heavy advisor chairs before pulling you down onto his lap facing him. You sink onto his cock, taking all of him. “Ride me,” he orders, hands gripping your hips.

You brace your hands on his chest and start moving, bouncing on his cock with frantic, needy rolls of your hips. Zuko groans, head tipping back for a moment before he looks up at you again, one hand sliding up to cup your breast flicking the peak as you whimper.

“Look at you,” he teases, “So pretty when you’re desperate like this. My perfect girl, dripping all over me because she couldn’t wait another minute.” He suddenly thrusts up hard to meet you, making you cry out. “That’s it—fuck, just like that.”

He lets you ride him for a while, watching as you chase your pleasure. You’re so so fucking close when he picks you up still buried inside you, and carries you a few steps to press your back against the cool stone wall. “Zuko—ah—please, I’m so close—” Your legs wrap around his waist as he fucks you against it, the angle letting him grind against your clit with every thrust.

“I know, princess,” he coos, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your neck while his hips piston into you. “I can feel how tight you’re getting. You feel so good ”

The combination of his sweet words and the brutal way he’s fucking you sends you over. Zuko groans at the feeling, fucking you through it with deep, steady strokes.

Before you can even catch your breath, he pulls out once more, spins you around, and bends you over the table again, “Again,” he murmurs against your ear, “You’re ovulating, love. I know you need more than one. So be good and come for me again while I fill you up.”

You push back against him, pussy squelching loudly. “That’s my princess… I love when you get like this. I love you”

You come a second time as tears prick your eyes from the overstimulation. Your walls clamp down around him, milking his cock as he cums hard. Zuko’s rhythm falters as he twitches inside you, the last of the thick white spurts filling you.

Then he gently pulls out, turns you to face him, and lifts you into his arms with surprising tenderness. He carries you over to his throne-like chair at the head of the table and settles you on his lap, your head resting against his chest.

Zuko brushes damp strands of hair from your face, golden eyes warm and full of affection as he looks down at you. “Feeling better, princess?” he asks softly, a playful little smirk tugging at his lips, “Or do you need me to give you a few more rounds?”

You laugh breathlessly and nuzzle closer to him as he laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “That’s what I thought. We’ve got all afternoon… and I’m more than happy to keep spoiling you rotten.”

It always felt like the palace adorned its celebration robes whenever the Gaang was visiting.

The awfully boring meetings and the paperwork would suddenly become much more bearable with Sokka cracking another joke every ten minutes (which, frankly, did not age as well as he himself did) and Aang addressing the Fire Lord as Hotman in front of all the high-ranking officials. You had long given up trying to keep up your professional attitude and would occasionally find yourself laughing at your husband as he facepalmed himself for the unknownth time.

Once the crowns and the robes were set aside for the day, they would move to the garden, sitting under the moonlight, enjoying the peace and quiet that was scarce to come by. You would occasionally brew some tea, having learned the sacred art from Iroh during your extended stays in Ba Sing Se when Zuko had diplomatic meetings to attend to.

It felt like a family reunion.

However, it also meant that you didn’t get much alone time with your husband.

Your relationship with Zuko had never been particularly restrained, which didn’t really fade after the honeymoon phase, much to everyone’s dismay. After a while, whenever they had to stay somewhere, the rest of the Gaang started playing rock-paper-scissors to decide the unlucky person that would get the room next door.

Apparently, the Fire Lord and Lady had “the self-control of a lop-eared rabbit”, as Sokka once put it.

Not getting to spend enough time only made the situation worse, as Zuko tended to get more and more touchy the more he missed you. Still, you two had got better over the years.

Or so you thought. Before somehow ending up with the Fire Lord’s face between your thighs. In the fucking Throne Room.

When he asked you to stay once the meetings were over for the day, your initial expectation was to be buried under a ton of documents. However, dismissing the guards and the servants wasn’t really a part of the boring, bureaucracy routine. As soon as the last guard left the Throne Room, you felt Zuko’s strong arms hugging you from behind.

He left small kisses under your ear, gathering your hair on your right shoulder. A small chuckle left your lips. “Well, someone’s been missing me.” You let your muscles relax as Zuko’s lips moved on to your neck, his warm breath making you shiver.

“It’s just… difficult.” He slowly raised his head on a level with your ear. “You are there, by my side, the whole day, but I cannot touch you. I cannot kiss you.”

“You are the Fire Lord,” you murmured, a hint of amusement slipping into your voice. “You are supposed to have at least a little self-control.”

With a quick movement, Zuko turned you in his arms. He was looking down at you, a playful glint in his amber eyes. “I think I have earned a moment of poor judgement.” Leaning in, he let his lips brush against yours, pressing your body against his. You gasped. “I have been keeping my hands to myself, but right now, I just want to rip off your clothes.”

His voice was a mere whisper now, the same tone he used when he would whisper dirty words in your ear.

You knew he was doing it on purpose, years of practice had shown him that if there was anything on this world that could turn you on almost instantly, it was that particular tone of voice.

Zuko’s thumb brushed over your lower lip as you spoke, your chest rising against his with every breath. “You are not actually considering it, are you?”

“Weren’t you the one who wanted to ride me in the Throne Room?”

“Not when everyone’s here!”

You had to admit, alone the idea was enough to make you rub your thighs together. You had wanted to ride Zuko here, in the Throne Room, for a very long time but his lordship had insisted on waiting for the perfect opportunity. Which, apparently, was the only time when anyone could walk in on you.

Zuko placed a small kiss on your lips. “No one comes in here unless I allow it.” The softer his voice became, the easier it was to ignore the voice of reason. “Let me show you how much I have missed you, my Lady.”

Another moan escaped your lips, your hand tangled in Zuko’s hair. As if he wanted to memorise every moment, his eyes weren’t leaving yours, even for a second. “Someone’s going to hear me,” your voice came out more like a whimper. Zuko’s lips closed around your clit, sucking it gently, causing you to toss your head back, hand over your mouth.

Zuko’s mouth was replaced by his thumb, drawing circles, as he raised his head and pushed your hand away. “Don’t,” his deep voice was enough to tell you how hard he probably was under his robes. “I want to hear you. When you come.”

You bit your lower lip, still trying to be silent. “It won’t take long if you keep going like this.”

The edge of Zuko’s lips curled upwards. “I barely touch you and you’re already—” His movements slowed down as he got ready to replace his thumb with his tongue, again. “You get like this so quickly...”

“Let’s see how long his lordship lasts when I ride—” You couldn’t even finish your words as Zuko’s tongue began doing wonders on your body, quickly picking up the pace. The soft cry leaving your lips was loud enough for the servants to hear outside the Throne Room.

The orgasm hit you faster than you expected, Zuko had to use his arms to keep you from closing your legs as your body began to shake. Unable to move your legs, you arched your back, eyes closed. Sometimes, you wondered, if Zuko could send you to a whole other dimension. Just with his tongue.

As the feeling slowly faded, another one quickly began to build up. You opened your eyes, alarmed, and you began to hit his arm, trying to get Zuko to stop toying with your clit. “Zuko, you need to stop,” your voice was hoarse from all the crying out before. When he didn’t understand the warning, you tried pushing him away as a last resort, which finally made him stop.

Letting out the breath you were holding, you allowed your upper body to fall down onto the cushion.

“What was that about?” Zuko asked, wiping away the saliva - or the rest of your bliss, you couldn’t tell - from his mouth.

“I would have come all over you if you hadn’t stopped,” you spoke, still panting. The considering look on Zuko’s face made you widen your eyes. “You don’t want it on your robes, lover boy, trust me.”

He seemed to remember that he was indeed in his royal robes. “That would have been a mess.” He climbed on top of you. “Just like you are now.”

You spoke in between kisses. “I will show you… who is the mess…”

Zuko’s lips captured yours hungrily. You could taste yourself on his tongue as he tilted your head, deepening the kiss. His hands were wandering over your curves, though the fabric of the robes didn’t allow him to properly touch you. You let out a whine, alone the thought of how his strong hands would felt against your skin was enough to fill you with desire once again. The clouds around your head, left-over from the intense orgasm, began to disappear.

“Hm?” Zuko asked, moving his lips to your neck.

“I prefer doing this naked,” you whispered, wrapping your legs around his waist. You were pretty sure that your crown was already lying somewhere on the floor. “Feeling your skin against mine—”

Without breaking the kiss, Zuko shifted his weight, one arm tightening around your back as he pushed himself upright. Your legs stayed wrapped around his waist, your body lifting with his as he settled back, pulling you into his lap. The moment you adjusted your position, straddling him, you finally felt his hardness against your core.

Moving your hand between your bodies and under Zuko’s robes, you began rubbing his erection through the fabric of his pants. Zuko let out a deep breath, his grip on your waist tightening. “The robes are fucking annoying,” he spoke, his eyes moving to your chest. You only got the glimpse of the naughty spark in his amber eyes, already darkened with lust, as he pulled down your dress from its arms. Since it had a deep cut already, it didn’t take much of an effort to free your breasts from the cloth.

You gasped at the sudden cool air licking the tender skin. “You are ruining my dress!”

“Don’t care,” Zuko muttered as he took your right nipple in his mouth, twirling his tongue around it, and his fingers captured the other one. You bit back, unsuccessfully, you were desperately tugging at the waistband of his pants. Chuckling against your breasts, Zuko lifted his hips slightly off the ground - enough for you to finally free your favourite toy.

His breath hitched as you wrapped your right hand around his cock, moving it with a painfully slow pace, and the left one cupped his balls. “Fuck,” he whispered, his voice dropping. You bit your lower lip. You were soaking wet, completely ruining the robes - though you couldn’t tell whether they belonged to Zuko or to you.

“Are you planning on teasing me?” Zuko asked, his mouth still against your nipple, upon realising that you weren’t changing the pace.

“The idea is quite tempting,” you spoke as you slowly pulled your hands away. Zuko to let out an impatient groan, raising his head from your chest. You were clumsily moving the robes away that separated your bodies. “But patience isn’t something I have today.”

Both of you let out a long moan as you let yourself slide down onto his cock. It always took a moment for you to get used to his size at the beginning, so you had to remind yourself not to get too carried away by lust.

Zuko captured your lips as you began to roll your hips against his, resting one of your hands on his upper leg, the other one wrapped around his neck. His tongue claimed your mouth as his, kissing you as if he wanted to capture your next breath. You picked up the pace, rocking your hips faster, your breasts bouncing with each movement.

“You feel so fucking good,” Zuko whispered against your lips, his hands holding you firmly from your waist. Alone his tone was enough to tell you that this wasn’t going to be a long round. “You are a fucking goddess.” Leaning into your ear, his warm breath licked the skin. “And you fuck me like an animal.”

The sound slipped out before you could stop it - loud enough for people to hear, though at that moment, you didn’t really care. You took Zuko’s hand, placing it on your breast as you arched your back, leaning, you wanted to take him even deeper. Zuko began toying with your nipple, his other hand helping you as you fastened the movement of your hips once again.

Sweat began to form on your forehead.

“Zuko,” you spoke his name more like a whimper, “I think I am gonna cum again—”

“I can hear it,” he inhaled sharply, trying to hold himself back. He, too, was dangerously close. “Do you want me to take over?”

You nodded hastily. “Please,” Zuko swiftly put you on your back, pushing your knees against your chest. A soft cry broke through your lips as Zuko started thrusting deep into you, one hand pinning both yours above your head.

“I will fuck this orgasm out of you,” his breath warm against your skin, his hips dipping into yours, “until you beg me to stop.”

“Yes,” you were panting, trying to keep your voice down as best as you could. “Zuko— you are— Oh, oh my—”

“Say my name.”

“Zuko!”

Your second orgasm took over your body like nothing you had known. Zuko had to capture your lips so that you could moan into his mouth, which were becoming dangerously loud. Your body shaking violently, Zuko pinned you in your place, underneath him, and fucked you through one of the strongest orgasms of your life until you were nothing but a sweaty mess.

It was after that Zuko allowed himself to chase his own release. The movement of his hips became more sloppy, losing his rhythm as he, too, hit the edge. Burying his head to your neck, he kept whispering your name while he came, his seed filling you, though the consequences weren’t one of your priorities at that moment.

Once Zuko let his body fall onto yours, his grip on your arms loosened, allowing you to wrap them around his body. “Are you still on this planet?” You whispered in his ear. You began to run the fingers of your right hand through his messy hair.

“I guess,” Zuko’s voice came out muffled. Slowly, he rolled onto his back, freeing you from his weight - well, his muscles didn’t necessarily weigh little. “Spirits, I absolutely needed this.”

You chuckled as you propped yourself on one arm. “I kind of figured out that much, my Lord.”

Zuko raised an eyebrow while he reached for your left breast with his hand, cupping it. His thumb began to draw circles on your nipple. You let out a quivering sigh. “What was that?” His voice was teasing. “Do you need another—”

Both of you froze as the curtains shielding the entrance of the Throne Room were pushed open.

“C’mon, your lord and ladyship, are you going to drown yourself in those documents all—”

Sokka’s jaw dropped open the moment his blue eyes found the two of you in the dimly lit room.

Zuko was lying on the ground, his bun half-undone, pants around his ankles. You had long lost your crown piece and your dress was half pulled down, breasts exposed with the left one in Zuko’s hand.

Oh, fuck, this was not supposed to happen!

You quickly wrapped your arms over your chest in an attempt to cover your breasts as Zuko pulled his hand away, pushing himself to sitting. His cheeks were so red it was impossible to tell it apart from his robes. “Oh, Sokka, who let you in here?”

“I let myself in,” Sokka said, pinching the bridge of his nose, “but apparently into the bedroom of the Fire Lord! What is wrong with you guys?!”

Before you could say anything, Sokka stormed out. Though you could still hear him talking to Aang right outside.

“So, do they need any help?” Aang asked with a curious expression on his face.

Sokka quickly shook his head. “No, no, no - they were already done!” Aang sent him a confused look, not understanding reason behind the sarcasm in his words. “They have been busy with other activities, Aang.”

The Avatar’s eyes widened. “You can’t be serious - did they really go for it in the Throne Room?”

“They are out of their minds!” Sokka threw his hands in the air. “Oh, and you need to light some incense or something - it smells like sex in there!”

Zuko facepalmed himself after Sokka left you two alone. “This is what you get when you ride me in the Throne Room.”

sokka's arms are wrapped around you the moment you come out of the water, giggling at his closeness while he stares down at you.

"you're awfully touchy today," you murmur, lost in the way his eyes glow in the sunlight.

you shiver a little when his thumbs rub into the spot where your breasts and ribs collide, face falling into something a bit more serious.

sokka’s grin doesn’t falter, but his gaze flickers over your shoulder toward the beach. 

"can you blame me?" he hums, his voice dropping an octave as he pulls you flush against his chest. "we’re stuck on an island with nothing but time, and you look like that."

you turn towards the sound of splashing footsteps and smile at zuko, waving him over. "oh yes! come here! join us!" you yell, pulling yourself from sokka's grip.

when you splash toward him, your hands reach out and grip his wrists. his eyes are wide as you tug him toward, smile on your face as you dash backwards until the dropoff sends you below the surface again.

he falls in too, gasping when he comes up to the surface again. you and sokka are giggling like fools at his wet hair, the way it's falling out of the tie crazily.

"awww, like a little wet dog." you coo, hands pushing his hair back.

he flushes at your touch, the way your hands feel against him. he's not sure when you started to make him have this reaction, but it's potent.

it's not long until the moon has risen, plants beneath the surface of the water and all along the island glowing in their own bioluminescence. it feels as if everything around you is sparkling, an ethereal light casting shadows perfectly.

you're smirking at sokka, subtly nodding your head towards zuko to try to get him to join in on the playful bullying. you want him to loosen up a bit.

sokka shakes his head, swimming behind you and wrapping his arms around you tightly as he lifts you out of the water a bit. the breeze hits your wet body and you shiver, leaning into his touch.

"you know, i don't think i'm the one who can get him to come of his shell." he whispers, smirking when you shudder against him.

you turn to look up at him, completely enthralled in the way the subtle blue glow highlights his face. "fine, i can." you squirm out of his hold, swimming up to zuko and tapping his back.

your eyes trail down the fine mass of muscle from his biceps to his back, biting down on your bottom lip. he turns and faces you, eyebrows raised. "yes?"

you pout dramatically, "play with me?"

his eyes widen, confusion lacing his features while he looks down at you. "what?"

you roll your eyes, leaning in closer. "what's confusing about that? play with me…"

"us." sokka interjects, coughing it out as you glare at each other.

you gasp when zuko pulls you close, staring up at him with heated cheeks. he looks like a god beneath the moonlit shadows, golden eyes shining down at you.

his fingers are splayed out on your hips, breath heavy and heat radiating off of him. "are you being suggestive on purpose? because you have no idea what you're asking for."

his tone sends waves of pure arousal and adrenaline through your body, your mind swimming away from the playful ocean and straight to something else entirely.

sokka's hands suddenly touch your waist from behind and you're not even sure when he got there, suddenly sandwiched between the two of them.

"i-"

"yeah, it's on purpose." he talks over you, his tone deep and radiating with a hunger that has your thighs pressing together desperately.

you huff out a breath of air that turns into a quiet moan when sokka presses into you, the steady heat of zuko starkly contrasting his touch. 

and zuko's eyes darken at the sound of your desperation, suddenly much more rough with you as he leans in closer. "really? you tease both of us and expect no consequences? nothing to happen?"

you shake your head, "n-no. i want something to happen. and why not now? while we're all alone…"

"it's funny you mention that, actually. zuko and i have talked about it before. we knew you were going to pull some little trick on us." sokka whispers lowly, his teeth grazing your ear in a way that has your toes curling.

zuko's breath brushes against your lips the closer he gets, your impatience suddenly too much to carry anymore. you close the gap between you in a desparate push, moaning against the heat of his lips.

he feels like he's almost burning you with touch alone, and you wonder if it's because he's turned on too. and what else might happen if it escalates…

his tongue is heavy and hot against yours, swirling against your own with the vague taste of coconut and saltiness of the sea that stuck to his lips while he was beneath the water.

you're whining into his kiss, the feeling of his hot fingertips burning your skin so deliciously. 

sokka's no stranger either, sloppy and wet kisses trailing down your neck and into your back. you're positive you're melting between the two of them, every wet noise that passes between you amplified with the steady crash of waves.

you gasp against zuko's kiss as his fingernails press into the fat of your hips, teeth sinking down on his bottom lip while your ass arches into sokka. he grunts at the contact, a thick and heavy bulge pressing against you.

"please…" you whine into the kiss, your own fingers digging into his chest.

you can feel the sand stuck between your fingers wash away when they curl up into your palms, the soft blue glow of the sand floating in the water.

"please what? use your words, you were so keen on them before." sokka smirks against you, zuko pulling away to stare at you expectantly.

you see steam rising out of the water surrounding zuko, your eyes focused on the sight in amazement. you had no idea he could do that, just from kissing someone.

"i… want you both." you whisper, eyes flickering back up to zuko's.

his jaw clenches as he suddenly pulls you in close, his arms gripping onto you while he slowly walks back towards the glowing beach behind you.

when you feel your weight come back to you as your body's lugged out of the water, you don't expect zuko to drop you down on the sand the way he does. you gasp when your back hits the wet sand, looking up at the two towering figures.

the light of the sand sticks to your skin, glowing limbs suddenly on full view as you shiver in the warm breeze.

sokka smirks down at you, a sight you just barely make out from the glowing light as he kneels and pushes you against the sand. he hovers before leaning in close and claiming your lips against his own.

he's so rough with you it sends you reeling, quiet whimpers echoing out while his hands grip your hips and pull you into him.

then they're moving up to your tits, the wet fabric of your brassiere suddenly being torn from your body and making your nipples harden uncomfortably until his chest presses into yours.

he finally pulls back just enough to look down, a content breath passing his lips.

"i've waited way too long to see you like this."

zuko's suddenly right next to you too, on the left while one of his hot hands grips your tit and kneads it with burning heat. sokka takes the other into his mouth, swirling his tongue around your nipple until your eyes roll back.

his hips grind into yours, that bulge nudging just the right places to get you even wetter than you've been all night.

your eyes push open, meeting with zuko's. you can't get enough of the way his irises glow under the blue glow of sand on your skin, his dark eyes searing with the same heat that radiates in his touch.

his hand glides away from your breast, slowly going lower until he's touching you through your panties. your back arches against where sokka's mouth is marking your tits up, hearing him grunt against you.

your fingers grip onto sokka's hair, tugging his hair out from the tie and letting it all fall in a wet mess around your chest.

your chest and stomach glow with the blue sand, both men's hold against you almost too much to handle now.

"think you could handle us both?" zuko whispers in your ear, his fingers dipping into your panties and circling your clit with a dizzying pressure.

you whine out, struggling to gather words. "yes- fuck! yes i can."

sokka pulls back from your chest with a smug smirk, looking down at the fresh marks that coat your skin proudly. "you don't get a say in if you can anyways. you just will."

he kisses you again, that intensity from before replaced with impatience. you can feel it with the way both of them handle you, and hear the sear of water burning off of zuko.

both of them pull away just enough to pull your panties off too, glowing handprints on your skin while they pull off their underwear.

you can't help but stare – eyes fixated on the way that sokka's abs flex while he pulls his cock out. it's massive. so thick it looks like it could make you hurt, and long enough that you know nobody else could possibly compare.

except for zuko of course. his is dripping, not quite as thick but somehow longer and so pretty.

you feel special to have not just one, but two of the hottest men you've ever met literally hard as fuck for you.

sokka grips your hips so hard it hurts when he pushes your body to flip you over, your knees digging into the glowing sand while your ass is on full view for them and glowing.

"fuck…" sokka groans, his hold on you steady while he lines his cock up from behind.

you glance up to see zuko settling in front of you, his face softer now as he lines his cock up to your pretty lips.

you barely get zuko's cock in your mouth when sokka decides to finally push into you, jaw falling open and eyes rolling into the back of your head at the way he fills you to the brim.

you moan so loud it's embarrassing, pussy clamping around his cock while each inch feels like it should be the last but somehow isn't.

your lips wrap around zuko's cock while you cry out against him, eyes opening to lock onto his. there's a steady cloud of steam surrounding him, the scent of smoke and salt water almost addictive.

when sokka finally – finally bottoms out, your ass presses into him for some kind of friction. 

and he takes that as his sign to start a disgustingly perfect pace, the steady clap of his hips slamming into your ass in time with the waves.

zuko’s hands tangle in your hair, his knuckles brushing your burning cheeks as he guides your head, watching you take him with an intensity that feels like it’s going to light the whole beach on fire. 

the way your throat works around him while sokka absolutely ruins you from behind has him making a sound that’s half growl, half whimper.

"that's it," sokka pants, his hands sliding from your hips to your waist, anchoring you so he can drive even deeper. "should've done this sooner, fuck."

he’s hitting that spot over and over, his rhythm getting faster, more desperate. 

your eyes are blown wide, shimmering with tears you can't even feel because of the sheer sensory overload. you're drooling around zuko's length, your throat contracting around him while you cry out.

your body shakes when sokka reaches for your clit, steady and rough circles drawn against the little engorged nub sending you straight into an orgasm.

your pussy clamps around his cock, his fingernails breaking skin while he lets out a low growl and pulls out suddenly. you can feel thick ropes of hot cum hitting your back.

"holy shit." he breathes out, a groan passing his breathless lips.

zuko pulls out of your mouth, quick to move around and take sokka's place. he pushes into you and your jaw slackens again, his cock hotter than it'd felt in your mouth as he starts fucking you.

every little noise that was muffled before isn't now, your cries and screams loud as you clamp around zuko with every aftershock of your orgasm.

your knees burn from the salt water and sand becoming a steady friction on the thin skin, but each heavy thrust into your pussy makes your brain too clouded to even consider the pain.

sokka's hands grip your hair, pulling you to look up at him with drool pooled around your puffy and swollen lips.

"so beautiful." he whispers, pulling your head into his chest for support while zuko's thrusts send your body fidgeting into the air.

his hot hands are pressed into your hips, the steady burn of him addicting to a point where you don't think you could possibly get enough of him.

or sokka.

zuko’s breathing is ragged, the steam rolling off his skin in thick, white plumes that catch the blue glow of the sand like a fog. 

he’s hitting you with a precision that’s almost agonizing, each thrust reaching deep enough to make your toes curl into the sand. 

you can tell he's close with how hot his cock is inside of you, that heat somehow pulling you in towards cumming again. "p-please- i'm gonna-"

you scream out when it hits you again, goosebumps forming across your whole body while you cum for the second time. your toes curl, fingernails digging into sokka's biceps as you shake.

your pussy spasms against zuko so hard that he can't hold it back anymore, groaning while he suddenly cums in you before he gets the chance to pull out.

sweat drips from your body, slick with sweat that glows blue. the sudden lack of sound is slightly muffled from the crash of waves, your body shaking and hips dropping once zuko pulls out of you.

"wow." he whispers, a thud in the sand as he just lies there.

sokka’s breathing is the only thing that competes with the waves, a harsh, jagged sound as he drops down behind you, pulling your limp, glowing body back against his chest. 

you’re a mess of saltwater, sweat, and sand, looking like some kind of fallen star draped over the beach.

he laughs breathlessly, "wow can't even cover it."

You remembered when you were just fourteen years old, and decided to leave your home behind. For what was right, for what was fair. To be far away from injustice, and in this case, to be away from what the Fire Nation had then become with its tyrant ruling.

You decided to accompany Zuko after he was banished.

It wasn’t hard, in all honesty. As typical as most fire benders at the time, your parents held the same strict and cold behavior towards you. Never to fail, never to be kind, never to slack. Never to show love and tenderness towards their own kid as well. It was strange, to live under the roof of people that called themselves your parents and yet, no warmth or love to be actually felt, because you never had received it from them to learn.

So leaving wasn’t hard. What was hard was seeing your friend in pain in the middle of the night, his scrunched face and eyes filled with water and tears that never fell. You had to watch as your friend, the one boy whom no matter the royal status, liked to hang around with because both had the same affection and tenderness towards animals, towards nature, slowly became someone bitter and ruthless. Cold and distant. No longer the boy that wore the boyish grin when you talked about turtles and fireflies.

You always knew that deep down, he was just a boy seeking not only the approval, but the warmth of his father, especially after losing his mother too. You never understood why he wanted to go back, wanted his father back in his life, but never judged.

You stood by his side as he hunted aang, the avatar, his prize and enemy at the same time. You stood by him, even when you almost didn’t, when his sister came with sweet and careful words to convince Zuko to come back to the fire nation under the pretense of his father wanting him back, and when you showed reluctance alongside Iroh, he said he did not need you. That his honor was much more important that whatever friendship and parental feeling both you and Iroh had.

But in the end, not only you, but Iroh as well, followed him.

And when he left you and Iroh to rot in the cells in the fire nation, you almost did not forgive him. Iroh freed the both of you. You left, joined Aang, and like a comical coincidence, a few days later Zuko also appeared. An almost embarrassed and sheepish smile on his lips as he approached with a ‘hello, Zuko here.’, something that till this day you haven’t forgotten and replays the small memory fondly in your head.

When the war ended, it took a while for him to win you back. Exactly three months of subtle begging and apologies coming from him in small doings. You had given two years of your life for him, searched for the avatar even while you knew that in your heart you wouldn’t be able to simply hand-over the only hope the war had to end in the end of Lord Ozai.

But the heart knows what it wants. And yours, day by day, night by night, yearned for him.

In the mornings, you would wake up in your very fancy room in the palace and reach for the side of the bed, clinging to your pillow but knowing you wished it was him. At night, you would sleep hugging the same pillow, sometimes wishing you held him with his head resting on your chest, or imagining him holding your body close to his, encasing his arms around you.

Initially your role in the palace was not quite clear.

What would you do? Be his assistant? Little helper? Consort? You knew how to cook, but when you offered the idea of cooking with the chefs in order to thank him for allowing you to stay in the palace, he looked so offended you did not know if you should laugh or be offended as well. You laughed, of course.

In the end, it was clear that you were just there. The palace was now your home, with no need to do something in return of gratitude, Zuko wouldn’t allow it.

As you lived under the same roof, talked with the same people, became closer each day, your heart would beat for him more and more. The silent giggles and smiles exchanged after a rough day full of paperwork and meetings, you helping him relax by either just being with him till late morning, or sleeping in the same vicinity. Of course, never in the same bed. Always you on the chair and him on the bed, or both of you just on the ground.

Being close helped your heart to stop wanting to jump from your throat each time you saw him.

Even if each day all you wanted was to be in his arms, pass your fingers through his entire body, kiss it, lick it, love it and hate it with scratches on his back at the same time.

Even if the council also talked about Zuko start planning a potential partner for marriage and future heirs of the throne. Talks about Mai, the girl he supposedly dated while you were in a cell waiting for him, even if he said that they barely dated, and that he never felt anything real with her. It never mattered to your heart, that desperately wanted to be the one to receive his kisses and caresses one day.

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“Okay.”

No, not okay. It never is!

“We will start differently today.”

Spirits, help.

“Let’s train your punches today. Your kicks are good, you have good strength in your legs. But in your arms they lack.” Zuko had said earlier, as he had brought his long hair, reaching the end of his waist, into a bun with a few rebel strands of hair falling in his face.

Completely shirtless.

Zuko no longer was the awkward and skinny kid he was years ago when the war ended. He no longer held hesitation or doubts about his actions most of the time. He now was The Fire Lord, tall, muscular, and an absolute sin to look at that would often make your showers last longer, and nights wetter.

He grew to be a handsome man, and the smile on his face would come more freely and often, such as right now, as you once again was thrown back onto the ground and had to remove your eyes from him to stare at the sky in fake betrayal, feeling his playful smile even if you were not directly seeing it.

“I don’t understand why you insist on training when you are easily more talented than me when it comes to core strength on your legs and feet.” He huffed with a smirk, coming in your direction and blocking the view of the sun, his eyes staring you down with a smile that unfortunately made your panties wet, not with sweat from the training session this time.

“My arms are as thin as a twig.” You simply said back with a monotone voice, eyes fixated on his face and almost gripping onto the grass of the small private garden both of you had the privilege of going into in your training sessions (without using firebending, of course. If it ever came to that, you would have to go to the sand training ground.)

“We are firebenders, having strength in your thighs and legs is more important than your arms.” He offered his hand.

As a response, you slowly and purposely for him to see, ranked your eyes to his toned and strong arms, grabbing his hand while also admiring the veins in them. You watched as the sun and sweat made his cheeks slight pink-ish, and he laughed awkwardly. “Sure, mr. flameo hotman.”

Zuko groaned while it was your time to smirk. You knew he hated the nickname Aang insisted on calling him, loving how the supposed hate for the nickname came with just a tiny amount of embarrassment disguised as hate.

“Don’t start.” He said pulling you up as you snickered.

Silently, both of you entered positions to continue the training again, legs spread and arms raised with fists in front of each of your faces, but the easygoing feeling in the air remained. The setting sun in the distance creates shadows in the garden, announcing the beginning of the night, but neither of you tired to stop for the day yet.

Sighing, you initiated a conversation again. “I miss them.”

He copied both your movements and sigh, “Me too.”

You murmured a ‘bitch’ once you saw him copying your punches and blocking you, making him snort. To him, you did not need any extra training, but he would be lying if he said that not only were they beneficial for both of you in order to maintain your physic and strength, but also, to simply spend time with you. And you knew that he knew you didn’t need the extra attention, but he did it anyway.

But everytime you ever dared to think that maybe, just a tiny and slight maybe, he had some affection or feelings for you, you remembered over the fact that he indeed dated someone. That his attention, for a short period, was onto someone else. Someone that was a constant reminder in your head.

“How’s Mai.”

Your question took him by surprise, making him falter in his attention and widen his eyes.

“What?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows now, not only the question, but over the fact that suddenly your expression closed and your punches became more stronger. He knew the signs, he experienced it, the inner anger being used to train and fight against others, but the only thing he didn’t understand was where was your inner anger directed at.

There were times like this, where you had random spikes of anger at your feelings over your friend, because in your head, his future was already sealed with someone else. It was very common in the nation of fire to marry someone out of love, but it was much more common amongst high status and royalties to marry people off in arranged marriages.

And sometimes, when you dared to think ‘what did the soft look he gave me today as we ate breakfast together meant?’, reality would come crashing down with such a speed that sometimes, in your weakest moments, you would genuinely cry.

So to avoid having feelings, your mind would think of his ex girlfriend, the one that was the most suited to be his queen, at the end of the day.

You learned how to love when Iroh took you under his wing as an uncle, as finally a family that could properly care and love for their own. And Iroh loved passionately, fiercely, with such an intensity that it was no surprise when you realized that you had developed the same traits when regarding love.

Iroh was smart. He knew how you felt about his nephew, he teased you, he encouraged you. When the search for the avatar was happening, he would often not only tease you, but talk to Zuko as well, giving hints of not only your feelings, but about Zuko’s feelings as well, if he ever had any. And that was what sometimes would make you angry. Because if it was true, and they indeed sometimes would have the talks about feelings, then he knew about your feelings.

And if that was true, then it was simply what you always suspected, that he truly did not have any romantic feelings towards you. And if that was true, every time your thoughts carried your own mind, body and heart towards the prince, now lord, made you angry at yourself for being a fool.

If it was true, if he knew, and if he never did anything because he never wanted me for starter, if-

“Hey!”

“What!” You yelled at being brought out of your inner monologue, only to feel your feet meet air and your body be pinned to the ground, the grass prickling your exposed skin. With angry eyes, that slowly came back to normal after realizing that you had spaced out in the middle of the fight, you looked at the man pinning you down.

Zuko had his expression furrowed in confusion and worry, looking at your face in wonder. His hands were pinning your arms by the wrist onto the grass, while both of your breaths slowly rearranged themselves to become calm again.

“What was that?” He asked, his breath so close to yours that for a moment you stilled in surprise, finally taking in the sudden closeness both of you shared.

You tried to remove your arms from him without success, huffing. “Nothing.” Again. “Zuko.”

He said your name in a tone almost sternly, but for the first time, you just stopped and looked at him.

Breathing more calmly, you ranked your eyes at his face and analyzed his expression, feeling your stomach suddenly almost tough the grass itself from inside you from how it felt as if it dropped. You used to brag to yourself silently on how you knew Zuko for so many years that even the micro expressions he made, you knew what they meant. Angry, happy, hungry, embarrassed.

Yet now, looking at him, his eyes surprisingly big and round, almost pleading, and pleading for what was what scared you for a moment. His left eye not as open as the right one due the scar Ozai had given him that fateful day, his forehead sweaty and his own natural scent so musk with the training that it almost made you dizzy to have it so close to you.

Zuko sighed in resignation. Feeling his hands start to loosen their grip on you, you watched as he hung his head in defeat and closed his eyes.

“Sorry, I-”

You interrupted him. A voice so meek and quiet that it surprised you that you had finally said it. Maybe you spoke out loud without noticing, or maybe you were simply just tired of pretending that you did not know what to do with the love you had for him, besides giving it to him.

“...I don’t want you to marry Mai.”

Zuko lifted his head so fast it almost gave him a whiplash. Trying to meet your eyes, to no avail, he saw you looking at the sky with a defeated expression. Tired from the training, and yet, deep down, he could see the tiredness being deeper than just physical.

“What are you-”

“Or anyone else.” You continued, not meeting his eyes and feeling your body fully sink to the ground, no longer having any energy to fight. You thought, maybe you were too tired from the training and the feeling seeped through your mind and made you vulnerable enough to finally utter the words that had been engraved in your mind for months already. Or maybe, your mind was already so tired over any subject involving Zuko that it became physical, making you lose the fight in the training and lose the fight inside your head as well.

“Why.” He asked, no, he demanded, you realized. The tone in his question brings no room for even daring to refuse to answer. You didn’t look at him, only felt the corner of your lip twitch slightly in a repressed, sarcastic smile.

“Because I have loved you for too long to be okay with seeing you with someone else.”

There, finally, you felt as if your own heart gave a sigh of relief. At the same time, it also stopped beating, waiting for an answer of rejection or to your delusional self, acceptance. Worst case scenario, he would still want to be friends, and you would have to leave for your own good in order to finally grow out of these feelings.

“..ase. Please, look at me.” You heard his quiet voice and finally, for his own sanity, looked at him.

Your expression looked defeated. With yourself or with the expected outcome, both of you didn’t know. While his, took your breath away. His eyes shone so brightly that you would have thought he was crying, and if not for the only inches separating both of your faces, you would have guessed that was it.

Zuko’s mouth was open in silent disbelief and breath mingling with your own. You breathed with your nose, he looked as if he needed all the air necessary to breath given his gasps.

Boldly, deciding to follow your heart for once and entertain that yes, maybe he was right now giving you a hopeful look that you often found yourself giving to him in the silence of your chambers, you freed your right hand from his grasp, meeting no resistance, and gently laid your palm on his left cheek, with your thumb caressing the end of his scar.

He closed his eyes, resting his cheek onto your hand, a weak breath leaving him.

Without giving too much thought for cowardice, you lifted your head from the grass, and with the most utterly care, you placed a simple and light kiss on his closed eye, the one with the scar. Long were the nights that you looked at him sleeping and thought about caressing his cheek, his hair, his scar.

You removed your lips from his eye, only for when you distanced your face again, Zuko surprised you with a kiss.

On the lips.

Widened eyes full of surprise that soon grew soft and wet with emotions, you opened your mouth and felt his tongue slide inside. The kiss was both gentle and ruthless, a mix of want and need, wanting to finally explore the feeling and needing to feel that it was real.

Zuko’s body pressed against yours, his right hand going to your waist and going under you, making you arch your back to allow his arm to encase you, while his left hand went to your cheek, contrasting the gentle touch with the fast and deep kiss you both were sharing.

The kiss was magical. Everything that you have ever imagined coming from him. Attentive, hot and steamy, caring, sensual without even trying. And yet, you still haven’t heard the words you wanted to hear.

When it was time for the kiss to end in order to finally get some air in your lungs, you watched as he rested his forehead against yours, breathing deeply and matching his breath to yours. Your eyes were hazy and your body felt tingling hot with the kiss.

“Zuko.” You whispered, feeling his arm grip you tighter. “Zuko. Say something.”

Zuko all but gave a breathless chuckle and placed a kiss onto your forehead, creating a safe distance he met your eyes again and now, you could fully understand the expression they held. Your eyes grew impossibly wetter, the need to cry growing by the second.

“I love you.” He said, a smile breaking his face, thumbs cleaning the tears that had started to fall from your eyes. “I do. I love you too.”

“Why..” You spoke, a wet laugh leaving your throat before you could control it, a mixture of sob and relief. “Why did you never said anything?”

His eyes grew somber, a regretful look and ashamed, almost melancholic. “I lost you once. I had to work to regain your trust. I couldn’t lose you again if.. if you no longer felt the same, after..” He trailed off, closing his eyes and clenching his jaw in anger.

You swallowed dry. You knew what he was talking about. The time that you were considered a traitor and kept in the cell being a time way too fragile to talk about, no matter how many years have passed.

Laughing and sniffing at the same time, you smiled as he opened his eyes the moment he heard your sweet laugh. “You fool.” The smile never leaving your face. With now both hands free, you grabbed his face with such eagerness that it brought the boyish smile onto his face once again, your heart warming at the sight, the nostalgia of young Zuko with that same smile going through your head.

So, you kissed him again. And again. And when you had to break the kiss again for the third time to breathe properly, you held him so tightly it seemed a competition to see who was holding the other the tightest. Your heart impossibly big, feeling as if you had just conquered the world right now, and part of you believed you just did.

“Why did you speak about Mai?”

Annnd of course he had to ruin it.

You huffed. “Really?” And raised your eyebrow.

He copied you. “Yes.”

You wormed your body from under him and sat on the ground, the sky already darker than before but still enough to not be completely dark in the garden.

“The council talks about you finding a queen. Produce an heir. I’m not stupid. Mai is the most qualified for that.” You sighed, suddenly the weight of the truth making your shoulders drop. “I’m no royalty, I have no influence.” Looking at him, watching as he paid rapid attention to each of your words and micro expressions, you swallowed. “I love you. But can we even be together if the council doesn’t approve?”

Your words landed sharp into his gut, making him narrow his eyes and you flinched, thinking that you had upset or angered him, biting your lip in regret.

“I think you misunderstood.” He spoke, and before the feeling of dread could even form itself, he continued. His bigger form circled you, both arms around your body with chests touching one another, the tips of your noses touching as well, breaths mingling. “I am The Fire Lord of the Fire Nation. If you really think a measly council could control me regarding you…” His mouth went to your ear, and you felt your entire body heat up, your cheeks being painted pink as he spoke. “Then my love, you are the fool.”

“Zuko-” You started, but was interrupted as he kissed you again.

Tongues fighting against one another, his big and rough hands touched your exposed waist, your top serving little coverage for the situation, his hands making the hairs on your arms bristle in a pleasurable shiver that racked through your entire body, your back arching and touching his uncovered torso again, the situation becoming more intimate as the second passed.

“I can’t stop kissing you.” He murmured into your mouth, kissed your jaw and to your neck, and when you realized, you were once again laying down on the grass with his body on top of yours. “I won’t stop. Not now, not now that I finally have you.” He breathed.

Your hands went to his neck and traveled to his hair, gripping the silky dark locks and scratching his head lightly with your nails, relishing in his groan that traveled to your throat, making you gasp slightly and close your eyes in oblivion.

Zuko’s hands traveled up into the end of your top, and slowly but with confident movements, he introduced his fingers under the clothing, his palm almost groping the side of your boob but not daring to do the full groping yet.

“Yes.” You sighed, hands still on his head, massaging him, encouraging him. Your words was all he needed to finally fit what he could of your boobs into both of his palms, the heat of his hand meeting your nipple and making your back arch, your throat releasing a delicious moan that made the Fire Lord groan and feel himself twitch inside his pants.

“Delicious.” He whispered to your ear, squeezing and pinching your boobs and nipples, his teeth sinking softly into the meat of your neck, a whimper leaving you. “Keep making those noises for me.”

“Zuko..” You whispered amidst sighs, your fingers traveling in the middle of his hair. “Please remove my top.”

He paused for a second, but the next moment his hands left your skin so it could grasp onto the fabric of your top, and he oh so slowly, as if he was afraid or hesitant of you changing your mind, started to lower down the top. As soon as it was about to reveal your nipples, he looked at you, and with an encouraging nod, he kissed what was showing of your boob, and finally completely removed the piece of cloth, immediately closing his lips into your left nipple and sucking.

The reaction was instant. The moan you released as soon as he did it made his hands grip tighter on the top and lower it completely until it reached your waist and rested together with your pants. To your surprise, instead of just stopping, his hands grabbed the hem of your pants and started to lower it down as well.

“Please.” You begged.

Zuko hummed against your nipple and as he moved onto the other, both hands started to slowly remove your pants with your underwear as well. The idea of being completely naked for a second made you nervous and a little reluctant, until a cold breeze met your wet pussy, bringing a shiver to your body that made all worries and doubts vanish.

“I am Zuko..” He whispered as he completely removed your pants, underwear and top, leaving you bare under his eyes, lifting his head to admire your form and the adorable flush of embarrassment that was travelling through your skin. “..The Fire Lord of the Fire Nation..” He continued, kissing the top of your boobs, two kisses given softly on each, travelling down and kissing your stomach. “..What I want, I have it.” His words whispered against your belly, kisses reaching the top of your pussy, as he opened your legs and reverently threw them on his shoulders. “What I want, I take it.” Zuko kissed both of your thighs, a longer kiss on the right side as he dragged his lip across your skin, never breaking contact. His eyes met yours, the flush on your cheeks darkening as you saw just how dark his eyes had become.

Both hands gripped your thighs, he lowered his chest until it touched the grass under you both.

“And I want you. Always did.” With that, his mouth connected with your clit, like an eager lover, he started to suck and lick your pussy, not wasting any juice or taste, inside his mind being considered almost like a crime to even slightly let a single drop of you go to waste.

You moaned loudly, throwing your head back in pleasure as he dragged a thick and wet lick through your folds, his eyes closing in delight at your taste and a groan surging from his throat, the vibration going to your clit and making the grip you once had on the grass, travel to his hair, being mindful to not pull hard enough since you didn’t know if he liked it or not.

Zuko pressed his face deeper into your pussy, nose right against your clit as his tongue abused your cunt, making it messy as your juices covered the lower half of his face, your thighs shaking and threatening to close, but no matter if you were strong on your legs, his thick arms never struggled on keeping them open for him to feast on you.

“Zu-.. Zuko!” The moan left your throat and you felt the familiar pleasure building up in the pit of your stomach, your hips rolling against his face as if you were riding his tongue, making the man moan and you look down, seeing his closed eyes but the frown in his forehead and creased eyebrow spoiling just how much he was enjoying this.

From your mouth it released Ah, ah’s as you gripped his hair and positioned yourself with your back no longer touching the ground, starting to grind onto his face with gusto, a permanent ‘O’ on your mouth, silent, eyes closed.

Opening his eyes, he watched as you gripped his hair as a rein to ride his face and his eyes grew possessive, his tongue leaving your cunt and his right hand replacing it, inserting one finger inside you with no hesitation on both parties. His tongue came back on abusing your clit and sucking it as his finger soon became two, pumping in and out of your pussy.

A tear fell from your eye as he curled his long fingers and they found your spot, him feeling your pussy tighten around his fingers and making him hiss, thinking of just how it would feel around his cock.

“Let me feel you.” He whispered against your clit, fingers eagerly pumping faster and faster, curling inside your cunt purposely and focusing on hitting that exact spot that made your back arch so beautifully that he no longer saw your face, only your perky tits and erect nipples. Suddenly, your hands left his hair and grasped tightly against the grass, some of it being ripped by you due the strength, and not wanting to create not even a minimal distance, with only his left arm, he pushed your cunt impossibly closer to him as his other hand doubled the efforts on speed. “Come for me.”

With a loud moan, you came.

Thighs quivering and pussy leaking, Zuko drank all your juices with a moan of his own, his fingers drenched in your juices just like his lips and even a few parts of his cheeks, his feast becoming messier by the second as he dived deep in your pussy to drink and clean all of it.

Finally releasing your clit from his lips, he gave a final suck on your folds as he admired how flushed the skin he had abused had become, but watching your cunt clench around nothing made him travel the tip of his tongue once again from your clit, to your folds, to your eager hole. Again, and once again, as if not being able to control himself.

“Zuko-” You giggled, grasping his hair and lightly removing his face from your pussy, a drunk smile on your lips meeting his own pussy drunk expression. You bit your lip and with a small push, you pushed his head to you, making him climb your body again where your face stayed inches apart from the other, and you didn’t hesitate in licking his lips, tasting yourself as he groaned at your action, and then finally kissing him again.

As your hands traveled to the hem of his pants and with no hesitation started to undo the rope around his waist, his hands were back on your boobs, squeezing them as his thumbs massaged your nipples.

“You have no idea how many nights I wondered about how you tasted.” He spoke against your lips, eyes meeting yours in a mix of lust and adoration.

Your hands paused momentarily on removing his pants, eyes dumbly staring up at him as your mouth opened in silent surprise. “You thought about me?” And asked, not being able to control how meek your voice had sounded.

Zuko sighed and placed a kiss on your cheek. “How could I not?” He answered, his left hand removing his pants all at once but having them rest at his thigh since he was crouched on the ground. “I was a fool growing up, I didn’t appreciate you or Iroh enough, even though you were always there for me. But when I saw you again with Aang after.. And how it almost made it hard to breathe to see you barely looking in my direction..”

He trailed off, and your hands cradled his face, having his eyes meet your tender ones, seeing his expression soften at seeing your eyes looking up at him with love.

“I love you,” He said your name softly. “And I will spend the rest of my life proving it to you.”

You couldn’t speak, feeling tears threatening to fall from your eyes, so you pulled his face to you and kissed him as if your life depended on it. Both tongues fighting for dominance, a fight that you willingly gave up, opening your body and mind completely to him, feeling his hands on your waist, stomach, thighs, and oh-

“I am yours..” You whispered, eyes fixated on his own, your hands going around his waist and hugging him as your legs opened and circled around him as well, pulling his body closer to yours, feeling as his cock pressed against your body and making you swallow in anticipation. “Be mine.”

“I am.” Zuko shivered at feeling your skin coming in contact with his cock, the heat from his body matching yours. “I always was.” He looked at you, and with a subtle nod from you, he grasped his cock and gave himself a few pumps, lining the tip to your cunt.

As he kissed you again, you felt his cock enter you slowly. The thickness making your toes curl and the breath being taken away from your lungs, making you gasp amidst kiss. When you hissed in discomfort at the stretch, he stopped and rewarded you with kisses on your cheek and tip of your nose, making you giggle and relax.

You blinked and the next thing you realized, your head was thrown back again to the ground, your mouth was open in a silent moan, your nails ranking over his back and no doubt leaving red stripes in his skin, all the while his balls slapped against your ass continuously as his thrusts gained speed.

Your head was on cloud nine, all you could focus was on the delicious cock fucking your pussy, so full and thick, each vein you felt pulsing inside your walls, moans echoing in the silent garden from the both of you, your pussy sucking him in like a vice, groans and whimpers mixing together with saliva.

“I’m never- never letting you go.” He spoke through gritted teeth, one of his hands maintaining his grip on your thigh with your right leg thrown over his shoulder as his other hand had a possessive hand on your stomach, himself feeling how his cock abused your insides each time he thrusted back in. “Fuck- I need you. I need you.”

He gave in to his curiosity and pressed down your stomach to feel himself better, however your eyes almost became pure white with how they rolled in pleasure, his cock twitched at the sight and at the tight feeling of your pussy squeezing him. Zuko moaned, no shame or any restraint, his thrusts became more harsh and his hand continued pressing down.

“Fuck me.” You sobbed, tears falling down your face in overstimulated pleasure pulsing through your pussy, making your brain melt as if you were thrown in the middle of a fire. Your nails sunk deeper into his back making him hiss and gasp, his body pressing on yours more as his hips smacked against yours.

The sounds were obscene. Your pussy leaked so much that in the silent garden, with the sky already dark, your pussy squelched loud and pornographic, the sound making your cheeks heat ablaze as it also caused Zuko’s cock to twitch and leak precum inside your eager pussy. No doubt the grass under you would be soaked, completely drowned in your juices.

Smack after smack as his pelvis hit against yours, his hand pressing down on you, your pussy clinging to him, his restraint became fragile. Your right hand left his back and gripped his hair, your nails now scratching his head deliciously, his thrusts stuttering for a moment and then picking up its pace.

You moaned his name, loud and needy, exactly to his ear. “Don’t stop. I’m-”

“Fuck-” He groaned as he felt your pussy squeeze him. “Come to me. Come for me.” His hips started to hit your skin so hard, his cock sheathing itself so deep that the moment both of you felt his tip touching your cervix, it was only necessary a few more thrusts and your pussy started to leak around his cock, your orgasm no intense, coming from so deep of your affections and current sensations that you squirted hard around his cock, your juices being splashed on his abdomen and thighs.

A thin line of drool was on the corner of your mouth, matching the thin lines of tears on the corner of both of your eyes as your now lover continued thrusting his drenched cock inside your overstimulated pussy. Zuko kissed your mouth, tongue exploring against yours as his hips started to lose focus the more he approached his climax, cock hard to the point it hurt, breaking the kiss again so he could look down.

What he saw was his cock going in and out of your cunt, splashing your juices to his own skin each time he bottomed out, his cock glistening and shining from how wet you made him, and a small ring of white at the base of his cock formed by his own precum together with your own.

“Inside me.” You whispered, feeling another orgasm approach and whined at the overstimulated sensation, but not daring to complain about it, loving it secretly. “Come inside me.” You whimpered and begged.

Zuko gave three more harsh slaps of his pelvis against your own, cock pulsing with need, and came deep inside you with a groan so deep and sexy that you didn’t know if your orgasm was this close, or if your second orgasm was triggered by the sound of him coming inside you only.

Besides your own surprised early orgasm, what made another needy moan leave your mouth was the fact that as Zuko’s cum filled your pussy and womb, you could feel how hot it was. Not enough to hurt, just the right amount to completely warm your insides in a way similar to when drinking hot cocoa or tea in winter, the feeling of being filled so full enough to leak, as you felt it dripping down your folds and leaking down your thighs, the hot feeling of his cum being carved in your insides and skin as well.

“Zuko..” You moaned and sighed in delight, feeling your body tire itself as well as his, his sweaty chest meeting yours, your nipples getting smushed against his, and his face buried on your neck. “I’m so full..” You whispered, hands ranking over his hair lovingly.

His hands twitched against your waist, and you felt his cock twitch again inside you in interest, making you bite your lip to prevent yourself from laughing and smirk at the same time.

“Don’t say that.” His breath came weak against the skin of your neck.

“Zuko, your cum is hot.” Your left hand started to run random drawings on his biceps.

He winced. “So-”

“I like it.” You cut him off, your nails on his head making him groan in relief and pleasure, his body relaxing. You moved your head so you could see him, and as you did, he opened his eyes to you. You smiled and placed a kiss to his scar again, the fleeting thought of how you could now do it freely passing to you, making your smile widen. “You made me full and warm, I loved it.”

Zuko’s eyes narrowed in fake reprimand, because his cock, still nestled deep inside you, with his tip kissing lovingly your cervix, twitched and released another drop of cum inside you, making your eyes grow hazy for a small second and your pussy answer his twitch with a clench of your own. “Woman.” He said.

You giggled. Your hand left his hair and placed a gentle caress on his cheek, eyes growing soft with love. “You are mine now.”

He placed a reverent kiss onto your palm, eyes mirroring the same love you once thought you would never see it directed to yourself. “As you are mine.”

The talk about engagement, council, marriage, anything could wait until later. Right now, both of you relished each other's bodies under the starry night that was evidence of two childhood friends finally becoming the lovers both earned for years.

And with a smile, you would sleep tonight, and wake up the same. For you no longer had to sleep hugging a pillow to think it was him, or to reach for the side of the bed and meet nothing.

Now, he was here.

You pop your lips off his swollen nipples and halt your sucking for a moment just to look up at his teary-eyed face, admiring the pout he’s got on. “Zuko…” You purr with a slightly raised brow.

He angles his head back down to meet eyes with you, batting those dark pretty lashes at you as if he'd done nothing wrong, “Yes, love?”

“Are you burning through those ropes again?” You ask.

The fire lord shakes his head, “N-No..?”

“Then…" Your gaze narrows at him skeptically, "What’s that smell?”

Before he gathers his thoughts enough to answer you properly, you turn your head to see one of your nightstands on fire.

Damnit. That’s the third one this week!

Luckily enough for the both of you, the flame isn't as large as it'd been previously. Though, as you let your hand halt in jerking your lover off and try to pull away for a moment to go put the fire out, there's a stronger scent of fumes flying into your nose.

This time it's the smell of burning rope.

Followed by which is the sound of something snapping and suddenly—there's a pair of grabby hands meeting your arms and your body is being pushed right over.

A flutter of royal-red and gold fabrics scatter around your frame and drape your sides whilst your attention is redirected upwards. Panting above you is your needy husband Zuko, who's got his brows furrowed slightly and his eyes pleading as they land down on you, "Ignore it," He suggests.

You flash a confused look at him and then playfully swat at his chest, "I can't just ignore it, that's the third one this week!"

He shyly glances off to the side before muttering, "...So?"

"What do you mean so?" You scoff, "We'll have to rebuild the entire bedroom suite at this rate!"

His eyes find yours again and you feel his body coming closer to yours, flinching at the wet swipe of his drooling cockhead over your inner thigh as he adjusts himself. "You're the one who insisted on teasing me."

"You asked me to." You remind him.

"Well,” He frowns a little, “When I told you to use me, I was hoping..."

Your hands reach up to cup his face and pull him down impossibly closer—the warmth of his body enveloping you further. "Hoping what, my lord?" You whisper.

He shoots you a short-lived glare, "What'd I tell you about that?" You give him a cheeky smile and he rolls his eyes at it. "I was hoping you'd use me in here," To add emphasis to his words, his cock comes pressing against the soppy wet-spot in your panties.

"Zuko!" You gasp in surprise, earning a sleazy little smile from him.

Then comes a quick finger to swat that measly fabric out the way, his tip rushing to kiss the saturated lips of your cunt and smear the apart for entry.

Just before he can push into you, "Wait," You huff, "When and how did you break free?"

"Hm?” Zuko raises a brow, “Free of what?" He hums innocently.

Your expression is entirely unconvinced of his innocent act. Deadpanning, "You burned the ropes again, didn't you?"

Another smile paints into his perfect features before he grinds his hips down into yours, throbbing cock sliding ever-so-gracefully into you as if to distract you. Zuko leans down to your ear to whisper, "What ropes?" and you hear some sort of flame crackling in the distance.

He definitely just set something else on fire just from pushing himself into you, but it’s not like he gave you much room to care. Not with the way his dick felt easing your walls open and stretching you out in the same fashion you’d beg him to nearly every other night—if not every single night.

Surely the fire nation would be expecting an heir to the throne any day now. Though, you’re not sure this heir would come about with your bedroom in one piece…

Especially since Zuko has a bad habit of burning things when he cums.

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you sigh and rest your head on your vanity, not feeling like finishing your makeup when your betrothed is worlds away from you. he'd been your best friend first, too. so now you are missing both your closest companion and your dear fiance. you two weren't meant to leave each other's sides the few months before your wedding, and yet here you are, moping with no idea when he'll be back-

you hear a voice, his voice, calling your name from the doorway.

your head snaps up so fast you nearly hurt your neck, but you have to see if you're hallucinating or not. you'd been whining to one of your attendants, "do you know when he'll be back? is he nearly done? when do i get to see him again?" just yesterday, and she'd playfully told you to be patient, that he will be back in due time, that the more you ask, the more worried you'll be. "just don't fret, darling." were her final words.

as if it were that easy.

but now here he is, standing there in formal attire, staring at you like he can't believe you're real either.

it's a moment of disbelief, perhaps nerves as well, as the two of you stand and stare at each other, before you're both bolting forwards, trying to meet each other in the middle. there isn't any communication of how the embrace will be, but he just knows to bend down a little so he can catch you while you leap into his arms, locking your limbs around him.

zuko squeezes you as tightly as he can without hurting his beloved, one hand cradling your head while the other wraps around your body. the first thing he does is take a big inhale of your scent, eyes squeezing shut to try and memorize the moment in the present.

he exhales a shuddering breath, having held it in since he first saw you again. another soft whisper of your name, before he speaks, holding you tighter. "i thought about this-" he starts, voice murmured into your hair. "-every night. every single night, i thought about getting to feel you again."

his voice is so soft. you know him to be a little uptight and reserved with his feelings, but they come out unrestrained and sighed almost dreamily. he pulls back just enough to get a better look at you, stroking your hair and looking into your eyes. "zuko..." you murmur, eyes filling with tears.

the consolidation comes immediately, and his eyes search yours sympathetically. "no don't cry," he whispers hugging you closer. "i'm here now, i won't leave again as long as i can help it, i swear it."

with his brows drawn together, he reaches around to hold your jaw, wiping some of your soft tears and smoothing his thumb over the pout on your lips. "i'm here now," he repeats, leaning his forehead against yours before placing the softest kiss to your mouth, reassuring and achingly gentle.

he justs wants to take care of you now. his princess.

walking onto the bed and laying you down with such carefulness, he kisses you again, deeper this time, so that his mouth connects perfectly with yours, your lips moving together with practiced ease. it's as if there was no time apart between the two of you at all.

he sighs your name once again into your mouth, coaxing his tongue along the seam of your lips to ask for permission. eagerly, you welcome him into your mouth, moaning at the sensation of his tongue laving over yours, tasting you.

using his big hands to tip your face upwards, he deepens the kiss and keeps you in place while slowly starting to undress you. you help him, brushing off his heavy robes and undergarments before he helps you out of yours, wanting you nude and bare for him so he can remind himself how beautiful you are underneath layers of clothing. "so beautiful," he praises, parting from your mouth just to descend his kisses lower, down your throat, your clavicle and shoulders, towards your breasts.

he kisses each seperately before mouthing at the left one, busying his hand with palming your aching pussy, spreading you and then slipping a finger inside your warm hole. you're tighter than he remembers. perhaps a month of celibacy had made you that way. he'll be sure to get your cunt to mold to the shape of his cock once more. but for now, he needs to get a second finger in you to stretch you out in prepreation.

your hand fists in his long hair, pulling it out of its ponytail so that the long strands fall all over you, and you brush back the long front pieces so you can see his eyes while he pumps a thick finger in you while suckling on your breast - now finally switching to the other one once your nipple had gotten too tender and swollen. "mnh- zuko... gentle, i'm so sensitive now." you plead, squirming when he curls his finger inside you, pressing upwards against that one tiny weak spot inside you you'd thought he forgot about after all his time away.

seeing you flinch and let out a shuddering moan when he finds it, he focuses his attention there, spreading your pussy lips and twisting a second finger inside you so he can press two against the spot now, groaning when you pull his hair a little harder as your orgasm fast approaches.

"i know," he says around your breast. "it's like i've never fucked you before, love."

his voice is so honeyed and sweet; it's the same tone he uses on you when you're on your garden walks and he finds a flower to put behind your ear, or when he's doing other kinds of sweet things to you. for you. and yet he's using it again now while pumping his fingers knuckles deep inside your sopping hole and marking your chest with lovebites. you love that voice. the longer he talks, the closer you get to-

"do you wanna cum for me? i'll let you cum if you ask nicely."

fuck.

your head tips back and your eyes roll as he pushes one finger against that same weak spot while the other bends and twists inside you, and with one weak, cried out "please!" your back arches off the bed and you cum around his fingers with your walls fluttering and moans leaving your parted lips with no restraint.

he fucks you with his fingers all throughout, revelling in the way you tighten up and gush out liquids down his wrist. he grins into your chest, lifting his head to see your eyes while you cum. it's the prettiest sight he's ever seen.

zuko sits up, pulling his fingers out of you and cleaning them off with his tongue, looking down at you so you can see him tasting you off his fingers.

you whine and reach down to palm at his cock, no longer able to wait to have him inside you, filling you up to the hilt with his warm, thick length.

his heart warms at your eagerness, and he sits up, palming his achingly hard dick in his big hand, huffing hot and heavy breaths while looking down at your face, eyes wide and glossy. he rubs your clit with the thumb of his free hand, trying to coax you to relax. he needs your pussy to take him in one go, and you're still a little too tight. "hold on," he whispers, even as you frown and try to shift forward.

he finally angles the head of his cock at your pussy, rubbing it through your tender folds and against your clit, tapping it against you just to hear you whimper and cling to him tighter. then finally, he notches the head of his cock inside you and pushes slowly inside you.

the stretch is immediate.

your walls immediately cling around his cock as he sinks in deeper and deeper, and you both moan together while his hands move up to curl through each of yours, fingers linking between your smaller ones and clinging tight to soothe you through the slight pain of his big cock filling you up for the first time in thirty days.

"zuko faster," you plead softly when he's around halfway deep, and he blinks down at you, long hair fanning down onto your face at your request. he thought you'd want him to go slow and gentle until you're settled with him inside you, but he was wrong. with a nod, he squeezes your hand and watches your face scrunch up at the emptiness when he rears back, before slamming back in.

he starts fucking you fast and deep, pulling back and then pushing his cock back inside you. then, he leans down and begins to press an open mouthed kiss to your throat, already marked from his kisses from earlier. he pushes his lips against a fresh love bite, nearly purring with delight when you shudder and clamp down around him with delight. "is that better for you?" he whispers against your skin, lifting his head to move his kisses up to your cheeks while rutting into you. such a soothing gesture.

"yes, oh my- zuko more!" you plead, tilting your head to capture his mouth into another kiss. spurred on, he snaps his hips into yours, tipping his pelvis upwards so his cock buries deeper in your pussy and pushes against yet another weak spot that's deep inside you. you can nearly feel him in your guts now.

"i just- fuck, i missed you so much. mngh." he doesn't need you to answer him, because he knows you missed him and thought about him just as much by the way your pussy tightens and milks his cock with each thrust. the blunt head of his cock presses right by the spot that makes your tummy flutter, and you push your body down so you can suck in more of his cock.

your mouth falls agape with his still pressed against yours, and again, he wraps his tongue around yours as the head of his cock nudges your cervix. 

his cock is throbbing inside you, pre-cum lubing up your insides and adding to the pre-existing slick from your neediness and your previous orgasm, and his balls twitch each time they make contact with the curve of your ass. you can tell he's close, but he's holding back from spilling into you until you cum again. he gets off best when he makes you feel good first.

"give me another one," he pleads gently after pulling his mouth off yours, relishing in the way your tongue slips off his and leaves strings of saliva in it's wake. "wanna feel you cream around my cock this time."

and that's all his takes. squeezing his hands and letting him push his cock in you to the hilt, his pelvis rubbing against your swollen clit, you cum again, but this time on his cock, bucking against him and rolling your body forward so his heavy tip grinds into your womb while you soak his cock with your creamy cum. as you tighten around him and your cum floods along his cock and down his balls, he finishes too, right inside you where it belongs.

your orgasm continues through his, and your legs shake while his hot, thick load fills you up.

and for the first time in thirty days, you feel whole again.

want more? my last zuko fic

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before you even get a chance to pull him, he's already making quick work to escape, using the heat of his flames to vaporize the water-whip. rather quickly, the palace garden becomes overtaken with a thick, imperceptible fog, and once again, the air grows suffocating. you can't see him, but you can feel him. the heat of his flames. the smell of ash. he moves with the delicateness of a blown dandelion, like smoke sifting through air.

it's so quiet, so still, that the only thing you can hear is the sound of your own blood rushing through your veins. the ringing in your ears as you try to focus on your surroundings. it should scare you — being exposed like this, like a prey animal — but any feelings of fear are quickly replaced with those of unadulterated excitement.

still en garde, you cautiously begin treading through the fog, turning every-so-often so as to avoid being caught in a sneak attack from behind. somewhere in proximity to you, you hear the faint sound of shuffling, and you turn on your heels quickly, ready to attack — only, there's nobody there. every attempt made by you to clear the fog is pathetically thwarted, and any space you somehow manage to clear, is almost immediately replenished.

your excitement was beginning to wane. this little game of cat-and-mouse was quickly starting to grow irksome, and you wanted to just say, "to hell with this sparring match!" but you decided to hold your tongue instead.

if you were going to win, you were going to have to play dirty. "growing tired, fire lord? or are you scared to face me?" you yell into the fog, a smirk playing on your lips. no response.

smiling, you open your mouth to speak again, "fine. i guess i'll have to spar with the avatar, at least he doesn't hide from my attacks like a coward," you start, abandoning your stance. you lace your hands behind your back, and begin to walk further through the fog, feigning indifference. "the thing i love about aang, is that he's not afraid to take a blo–" your sentence is cut off unceremoniously.

in comes zuko, barreling through the fog with an onslaught of flames. the attack is sudden, but doesn't hinder you from delivering your next series of blows. now that you've got him in close range again, you deliver your dirtiest trick of all.

you close your eyes again, and focus not only on your nearest surroundings, but everything. the moisture in the air, the sweat on your skin, the water in the flowers of the garden, the blood rushing through your body — his body. then, with the self-assuredness of a trained assassin, you bring him to his knees, forcing him down into the stone with a strong but steady hand.

the man's amber-gold eyes blow wide, not in fear, but in shock. he strains against your hold, but to no avail. slowly, as if you were a hunter admiring a fresh kill, you begin to encircle him. holding him here, like this, you can feel everything. the sweat above his brow, the saliva pooling in his mouth, the blood pumping through his heart and traveling to his other organs. the artery on the side of his neck is pulsating so wildly it might as well be an extension of your own. eventually, you halt your movements and bend down to kneel before him, inching close enough until your lips are just centimeters away from his.

"forgive me for playing dirty, baby, but i've had enough of sparring for today," you whisper, tilting your head in preparation for a kiss, ghosting your lips over his. "i can think of a few things that are just as productive, and none of them involve these..." you rasp, hand wrapping around his robe. the words die on your lips the moment you make contact with his, and with one smooth flick of your wrist, you relenquish control over his body.

without hesitation, he grabs you by the shoulders and pins you down into the rough stone of the garden ground. his grip is bruising, and his thumbs, which are positioned on either side of your collarbone, leave crescent-shaped indents in their wake, but there's no real threat. no bite.

"you're right," he breathes, looming over you, chest pressing to yours, "that was pretty dirty. i should punish you for it, leave you here to…" he removes a hand from your shoulder, trails it down the space between your chest, down the expanse of your stomach, then settles between the aching heat of your thighs. he cups your cunt over the fabric, and you shudder at the contact. "…should leave you to take care of it yourself."

zuko practically curses under his breath. he can feel you through your pants and — shit, you're so wet. he has half a mind to take you right here. to ravage you, and pull you apart threadbare, while you're lying on your back for him, so willing and ready — but the self-discipline he's honed over the years is ironclad. unlike you, he's learned to be patient. to take his time. and right now, he was going to show you exactly what it looked like when someone played dirty tricks.

squirming in his hold, you push up from your elbows, chin high and eyes sparkling with something that does nothing to calm the ache in his cock. feeling emboldened, you lean up, the beginnings of mischief on the tip of your tongue. "being mean doesn't suit you," you prod, peering up at him through long lashes, giving them an avian flutter.

zuko chuckles, deep and drawn out, and you can feel the vibration of it in your ribs. he takes a rule from your playbook, puts his face real close to yours, so close that you think he's going to kiss you — but he quickly bypasses your lips and droops down to your ear instead.

his breath is hot on the shell of your ear when he whispers, "and being a brat doesn't suit you. like you a lot better when you're nice to me. think i let you get away with too much," he says, hands already making quick work of disrobing you. "if i rewarded insolent behavior, that'd make me a bad fire lord, wouldn't it?"

you turn your gaze, mulling over what to say. "so, make an example out of me, fire lord," you breathe, tone laced with something raw, bleeding with want and desperation. you cease your squirming, lay your head back against the stone, and look up at him through lidded eyes. the blue of your irises so dark, that they almost look obsidian in the afternoon light.

"i yield," you exclaim. " i yield, i yield, i yie–!"

he captures your lips in a fervent kiss, and whatever ounce of discipline he thought he had, is long since forgotten the second you sigh into his mouth. immediately, you melt into his embrace, and he loosens his grip on your shoulders to hoist you up and into his lap. your hands are quick to wrap around his neck, and you take advantage of this new position to press your body closer to his, letting your lower half rock languidly over his clothed crotch. he responds with a soft groan, and you drink it down immediately, licking a wet stripe across his lips so you can lick into his mouth.

briefly, you pull away, and a crystalline rope of saliva tethers from your mouth to his. breathless and panting, you draw your head far enough to study him. his silk robes are disheveled, the pieces of hair that frame his face stick to his skin like wet parchment, his lips are slick with spit, and his chest and face are smattered in a deep, crimson-red shade that resembles the color of his hanfu.

he's so beautiful like this, you think. when he's not bearing the weight of an entire nation's misdeeds on his shoulders. when he's not bearing the weight of his father's sins, and everyone else who came before him. reaching up, your finger traces the royal headpiece nestled in his bun, trails across the ridges of each point. slowly, you lift it from his head, and watch as his long, raven locks falls into place around his shoulders.

"back then, they'd have your hand for removing a fire lord's headpiece from his hair," he says, leaning back on his hands.

"yeah, well, just add it to my long list of offenses," you smirk, wrapping your arms around his neck again. "plus, i think this fire lord happens to enjoy me."

zuko leans in, rests his forehead against yours. "i do?" he asks, voice light and teasing.

"you do," you say, matter-off-factly, lips ghosting over his. "it's why you let me misbehave so much."

"you're right, and that stops right now," he replies, though, you know his threats are empty and hold no real weight. it shows in the way he kisses you, how he picks you up and carries you to the grass. shows in the way he slips his thick fingers into your weeping slit, working you open until you're a sobbing, desperate mess for him. and when you're begging for him, so wet, and pleading, and pliable, that's when he unsheathes himself from his robes.

fists his aching cock once, twice, before he's leaning over your expectant body, one arm nestled beside your head, and the other wrapped around the base of him, lining up with your core. his eyes flit from your face to between your bodies, and he watches intently as the head of his cock begins to breach past your folds. the both of you shiver upon contact, and you find your arms wrapping around his back, fingertips leaving impressions into the heated skin. slowly, he pushes further and further, until there's no telling where he ends and you begin, and the second he's fully sheathed, the both of you throw your heads back.

he's so deep, and so heavy inside of you, and it stings. it should be easier after so many times, but it never is, and when he attempts to move, you squeeze your thighs around his hips so as to still him.

"just be still, please. for a second," you gasp, closing your eyes, trying not to focus on the intrusion, the twitching of his cock inside your walls. while the two of you lay still, zuko begins to busy himself with your lips. kisses you slow, with purpose, like he's trying to compartmentalize the shape of them to memory, and how they taste, and how they feel as they move against his. if agni decided, for whatever reason, to strike him down at this very second, he thinks he'd die happy. being between your thighs, kissing you breathless, he never grows tired of it. it's addicting, almost, and scary — how easily he loses any semblance of sense around you.

he tears himself from your lips, noses against your jawline, down the column of your throat, kisses and bites the skin there until you're littered in marks of his creation. the pain has long since subsided, and now you're eager for him to make a mess of you, to take you apart, piece by piece.

you find your hand snaking into his hair, and with a firm, but gentle tug, you pull him from the interstice of your neck and say, "do your worst, show me how i ought to behave around a fire lord."

sitting back on his haunches, he pulls all the way out of you, leaving just the tip of him inside, and then plunges all the way back into you with a devilish smirk. the force pushes you up against the grass, and your back arches in response, giving him enough access to maneuver you onto his lap. adjusting to the new position, one arm settles on the fat of your ass, and the other reaches up to cup your jaw. his grip on your jaw is vice, rough, and he turns your head to force your gaze to his. slowly, he begins rolling his hips, lifting you all the way up, just to bring you all the way back down with cruel precision.

"doesn't matter how hard i give it to you," he grits through bared teeth, his fingers pressing into your cheeks, "you're just gonna do what you want anyway, hm?"

you let out a soft laugh, hands sifting through silk locks again, grabbing a fistful. "you make it easy," you say, tugging on the strands. "you just look so cute when you're mad at me, and you get that knot between your brows. how can i no–!" he interrupts your admission with a sharp, punctuated thrust.

"you're such a brat," a thrust, "so stubborn all the time, and you've got such a smart mouth… but agni," another, "the way you fuck me, the way you fit around me… makes up for all the headaches." removing his hand from your jaw, he halts his ministrations briefly to slip off his hanfu until he's left in just his tunic. he lays it flat on the grass, then gently settles you down against it before grabbing you by the hips, and flipping you onto your hands and knees. without pause, he lines himself up again with your cunt, and pushes all the way to the hilt, until the plush, pad of your bottom is flush with his pelvis.

he doesn't even give you a second to adjust to the intrusion, immediately pulling out of you, and plunging back in, forcing your back into an impossible arch so that he can sink even deeper. you drop to your elbows in reponse, laying your head against the cotton fabric, and stuff it in your mouth to keep from screaming out for everyone on the palace grounds to hear.

his staff had been suspecting there might be something going on between the two of you. between all the "sparring matches," and "diplomatic meetings," and "impromptu visits," they figured you were more than just the fire lord's friend. it was the palace's best-kept-open-secret — everyone in his retinue knew, but nobody had ever been bold enough to question it. still, you didn't want to confirm their suspicions.

zuko notices you biting down on the fabric, and he forces you up on your knees, holding your hands behind your back. "don't act shy now," he grunts, hands tightening around your arms, "you needn't worry about anyone hearing. they're paid to mind their business. so, please, let me hear you."

you shake your head, stuttering out a small no, and he responds by wrapping a hand around your throat, so that he can press you flush against his chest. with his free hand, he sneaks his way down to the flesh between your thighs, and he presses two, fat fingers against your clit. he circles the nub in tight, quick sucession, and your back bows against him. a loud, debauched moan rips from your throat, and though you can't see it, there's a self-satisfied grin playing on his lips. his chin lowers to rest on your shoulder, and he turns to whisper in your ear, "good, so you can take direction. again, louder. this time, say my name."

"z-zuko – ngh – faster," you demand, hand shooting up to rest against the one he has on your throat. zuko obliges, quickening his rhythm, pistoning in and out of your weeping cunt, all while his other hand continues to work your swollen clit raw. you're breathless, and panting, and every inch of your body feels lit aflame, like you've been submerged in a vat of liquid-hot lava. you're fluttering around him now, a telltale sign of your impending release — and you can tell he's close too. his breaths grow shallower, and his thrusts, once fast and precise, are becoming erratic.

"are you close?" he asks, fingers relentless. you nod rapidly, crying out a breathless yes. without unsheathing himself, zuko forces you down onto your stomach, fucks you that way, and rocks into you like an animal gone rabid. it's obscene, unbecoming of a man with as much authority as he has, but he can't be bothered to care. not really. not when you're a sobbing mess beneath him, moaning his name, telling him how good he feels, how deep he is, and squeezing around his cock like a vice.

the knot in your stomach is taut, and threatens to unravel with every thrust of him that bumps closer, and closer to your cervix. the pleasure is so dizzying, that you're not even aware you're speaking. "i-i'm c-close!" you shriek, mouth agape. "come with me. w-want it inside."

unceremoniously, you come with a shrill cry, and the air shifts around you, becomes suffocating. your body stiffens, before relaxing, and you — all but literally — melt into the ground beneath you. your subconcious mind is anywhere but here at the moment, somewhere above, up in the clouds. your body feels like it's made of sea foam, you feel so light, that you briefly question if you're even real.

with a few more punctuated thrusts, zuko follows behind you, spilling his white-hot seed deep inside of you. you squeeze around him from the sensation, and he whimpers in response before falling atop of you. lazily, he continues to pump you full of his cum, and then rolls off of your limp body.

the two of you lay in the warmth of the afternoon sun, and the gentle breeze in the air does well to cool your sweat-slicked, over-heated bodies. eventually, the rapid rise and fall of your chests begin to slow, and your breaths return to a more relaxed state. when you turn your head to look at him, his chest is flushed all the way to his cheeks, and there's a calm expression overtaking his sharp features. you scoot closer, draping half of your body atop his chest, and just observe him.

you've never been shy about admiring him. lazily, you trace the planes of his face with your finger. you let it wander over his jaw, the rough edges of his scar, across his forehead, down his nose, then stop at his lips. you run your fingertip along the plush pads, before abandoning them to thread your fingers through his silky-smooth, raven hair.

"you're beautiful," you whisper, more so to yourself, not really looking for an answer. his eyes flicker across your face, then he sits up on his elbows, and places a chaste kiss to your lips. short, sweet, but firm.

"i love you," he says, unthinking. he's never said it before, nor have you, but he's thought it on more than one occasion, and he's always known it. hesitantly, you pull away, and he thinks he's upset you, but then you're tackling him into the grass, kissing him breathless.

"you love me?" your voice is so small, so sheepish, barely above a whisper. he can't even believe it's coming from you, that someone as loud, and stubborn, and annoying as you can sound so unsure. he wants to tease you for it, but he doesn't.

"of course, why else do you think i put up with all your mischief?" he admits, throwing an arm behind his head. "i mean, being gorgeous can only get you so far…"

gasping, you slap his chest, and he lets out a boisterous laugh. "oh, really? i happen to think this face has gotten me pretty far," you say, poking him. "you were practically undressing me with your eyes the moment we met!"

zuko raises his arm up in surrender, metaphorically waving the white flag. "okay, let's not get ahead of ourselves," he laughs. you squint your eyes playfully, raising a brow. "alright, maybe i did perhaps, think about you naked the first time we met. and you've exceeded my expectations, so you should pat yourself on the back — mmf!"

this time, you cut him off with a kiss. "okay, let's head back now before your advisor has my head," you say, huffing out an exasperated breath. as you begin to pull yourself from his hold, he pulls you right back down, keeping you pressed to his side.

"let him wait," he sighs, hands hiking up your skirts, "the fire lord is busy."