Honduran

MDNI 18+ | The Legend of Aang Universe | Zuko x Wife/Reader | CW: NSFW Content (fingering, hand job, light fire play, overstimulation, biting) | 4213 words

The avatar and his dearest friends saved the world from the firelords grasp, forever marking the world with a new hope.  Uniting the nations and creating a world where bending no longer was a weaponized torment enveloped in hate but now an expression of one's truth and inner peace.  Yet, that was many years ago, and now a new and kinder firelord sits at the throne to decipher the treaties and angsty whines of the nations and gangs, the once crowned prince Zuko, your husband.

Some time ago you were hidden away in a small warrior village of a tropical island amongst the Fire Nations domain.  You and your people were against seeing visitors, especially those who reigned under the firelords greedy and vile hand.  With such disdain it is easy to admit you had a rebellious phase at the time, an urge to fight against the grasp of those who took and abused your people.  Ultimately enveloping you with anger and the coined responsibility to become the chief of your village, to guard the sanctuary the women of your family built, through killing whoever dared near it.  So, when you saw the firelords son dare to step foot on your sands your back grew taught and your blades arched still, magma bubbling the hotsprings surrounding you, a fuming mist of loathing torment hindering your gaze as you followed them like a rabid Shirshu.  No matter the change of times the pain of your people stuck with you.  Those killed, those taken to fight in unreasonable and unrighteous wars, and those left cornered on an island where the rest of their land was stripped from them, burned, and drowned in front of their eyes alongside their unique bending abilities which were forced into distant legends.  You could smell the lingering death so clear then, even now.

You followed the invaders and secretly pushed them into your mists, you bent crackling lava at their feet as they crazed to find you.  Then you let them find you.  You attacked, mercilessly, throwing your kali scythes along the ground as to cause raindrops of magma to pour, encapsulating them in a heat that left them breathless, and you-!...and it wasn’t enough.  They ended up capturing you, and you were left muddied in the dirt, defeated, and pummeled with fractured lava shards by a small creature they called Momo.  That little asshole.

In short, after you spent some time in their presence, you ended up finding the group weirdly pleasant to be around as they showed you they meant no harm, especially Zuko.  It took a LOT of time but you bonded with the awkward emo kid and decided he would be yours.  It was solidified once he denounced the rules and woman he was told to wed by the Chamberlain and courts, choosing you, only you forever more.  Marrying you in the warmed dawn on the beach of your island by your dearest aunties hand, holding you in the light that you then shared, now as the queen to your shared nation, his queen.

Now, years later, it seems as though Zuko has been a bit distant.  Not on purpose, you know it, but still not at your side as you hoped he would be.  With the rise of prices, political shifts, and the overall transformation of the Fire Nation into a peaceful empire, your husband is completely drowning in work.  Leading you to spend most of your days searching the palace walls for him, just to see him dreary amongst his papers as he helplessly reaches out to you, falling asleep at your touch, snuggled within your stomach and waist.  Today is no different as you scour every inch of the halls till you find him hunched in what used to be his fathers old meeting room.  He is hidden amongst the wispy silks that hang from the ceiling and drape along the walls edges, puffed blood orange airnation cushions scattering the floors, the scent of the Jasmine Dragon’s tea lingering warmly in the air, and your husband shrimp-backed with maps and documents toppling over around him, hand widened across his face as his eyes sag to the cold and darkened floorboards.

“Honey, you really left me alone at dinner for this mess?  The Chamberlain told me that you've been here all alone since dusk, you need a break, rest your eyes and hands with me,” you spout the words in a harsh hush that bounces lightly off the walls of the vast room.

You walk over, bowing onto your knees next to him, your dress flowing out and wrinkling on the underside of your shins.  With gentle fingertips, you brush his hair away from his foggy eyes, tucking the strands behind his ears.  With your other hand, you reached under the loose collar of his robe to rub his collarbone, lightly pushing him back from the maps he traced with his calloused fingers.  At the touch of your hand and the warmed gold of your wedding band Zuko breaks from his deep concentration to glance at you with a glazed over stare.

“Mmm,” he hums as he slowly cranks his neck up to meet your gaze.  “How are you my Tui?”  His hushed tone and grumbles brush your skin as he lets his head fall into you.  His ear shifting to where your heart lies, listening to his ke aloha, his most beloved sound.

He grumbles into you, his arms slowly growing like vines around your torso.  Tugging ever so slowly he pulls you into his lap and you shift effortlessly.  Your dress fanning out like shining waves as you meet the beach of his lap, your heart rippling in his hands as he coos like a croco-cat, purring into your skin.  You answer with the lace of your fingers in the hairs at the base of his neck, calmly petting and soothing him as he pushes into you as though you are magnetic.

“It would be amazing if my love, my husband, would spend some time out of this trance.  It worries me, you know?  I lie sleepless waiting for you.”  You curl yourself back slightly as you take the fingertips of your left hand to force his chin upwards, planting a kiss on his messed and wispy hairline as your gaze falls down as not to meet his.  

He desperately grips tight around you, his head falling in question as to not lose your eyes, their hues his most effective medicine.  He grows tense when he can’t keep them, constricting you like a thirsty viper bat, coiling as your clothes cause small shocks with the friction.  Zuko is more than aware that you are teasing and just as strained as him, from maintaining the palace to helping train the soldier, you are doing more than he ever wanted.  In fact, you are doing exactly what he ordered you not to do, but what was the point of that anyways, you are just to do as you please.  He knows you too well, and that is why regardless it still pains him to know that you have been left as unattended and busy as he has, eyes guarding you but not his, it makes his stomach curdle.

“Tui,” it falls out like a sigh as he lifts his head from your chest to rest on your shoulder, his breath hushed against your ear.

“Please, I’m sorry.  I swear I’m so close to finishing this deal, but I’ll try to set some time aside and we can do whatever you want.  I’ll even take you on a trip to Lake Laogai, I was planning on buying a cabin for us there anyways.  It was a possible surprise for our anniversary, but I can always get you something better, something more deserving to make up for my fall shorts.  Will you be able to forgive me then?  If I make it up to you?”  Zuko’s voice cracks from a professional and strong tone into a light whine, unease creasing his brow as his lips lightly quiver and brush your neck.

“You really don’t need to do anything, especially something so extravagant no matter how I would enjoy it.  Remember it’s us, it’s what we would enjoy.  The places and money don’t make us.  Also, don’t be so formal, relax Zuko.  How about you think of something now, right now, a way you can make it up to me.  No money, no adventure, just us in the calmness of us, something that we both want, we both need, like some sizzle-crisps, mooncakes, or som-,” you don’t even get a chance to finish spouting off your cravings before his head pushes into your throat, bumping your trachea as to hush you unkindly.  Your brows furrow as a silence stills, your husband unmoving like an eerie statue.  The silence only shocked back by the flickering chirps of a nearby candle.

“Zuk-,” you're interrupted again, this time by a harsh finger and warm gold tapping down on the top of your knee and slowly gliding upwards.  Running over your small moles and scars, stopping to trail a pattern lightly over them as they scrape upwards to then meet your hip, rounding it to the divots it makes on the back of your spine.  The light silky material of your gown scrunching to reveal your right side, the fabric rolling just past your inner thigh, just covering it.

As his fingers circle in whirlpools in the drowning silence you hear Zuko breathe in against your skin, stealing your breath, before blowing on your jawline.  Its warmth makes you jolt faintly, the smell of sulfur, smoked patchouli, and jasmine lacing your breaths with his bending, reminding you of his taste.

“You’re right, the only thing I need is you, right now…Would we want that…Tui?” Zuko’s words take away your thoughts, his hand and mouth closing in like a predator, your mind dulled in remembering that you can be preyed on by one with such a teasing and loving hunger.

“P-possibly, that is if you remember that this gift of yours must go both ways,” you tease him, a small chuckle rumbling through you.  It pours past a conniving smirk, curling your lips as well as your hips at the same time, a slight stirring motion and then a light flick that makes your husband jitter, his breath hitching.

In response his other hand snakes up your left side, the muscle in his arm tensing and catching on your dress as it slithers up your side to your back, his fingers reaching farther.  A strong hand moves up and under your hair to casually grip the back of your neck, the pressure pushing you to fuse to his skin.  Your husband's lips no longer grazing but planted upon your neck, taking his sweet old time to glide them over to your ear.

“Oh, I must have forgotten,” he says snarkily as he plants a small peck under your golden dangling earrings, the ones that Toph had bent as a gift for your wedding, holding an engraved image of Zukos and your birth flowers.  He plants another small kiss a little lower on the sensitive part of your neck, his groans rumbling in you as you let a breathy moan fall from your lips.  In seconds he glances up at you, and as your eyes meet his swallow yours with a dark hunger, shown through his tense shaded gaze clinging like nettle to yours.  He continues, “But, can’t I just spoil you tonight, let me—make me—pray to your temple, beg for your forgiveness, and hear your answer echo in these halls.”  

With such a deep devilish look from Zuko your throat becomes coarse and closed.  It’s hauntingly effective and he knows it.  You nod as confirmation as the quiet turns bustling, the wax of the near candles pouring down the stands, the flames piercingly sharp in your periphery.  Was he always this needy?  Yes, yes he was.

Your response urges him to pull your face in close, both of your lips in seconds brushing effortlessly against each other, his eyes never daring to leave yours.  Pressing into him, into his lips and the space below his hips, using yours to bunch his robe up, you do it just enough to see and feel him twitching in his loose chong kraben.  And just then, he heartlessly pulls back, again.  All while the tips of his left hand’s fingers trickle down your spine, tickling as they glide from under your dress, the comfort they left dwindling with your thirsty fogged mind.

“Huuu, what?…what’s wrong?” you ask as you flutter your lashes, your hips stalling as you plant your hands on Zuko's shoulders.

No answer, he just sits in the stillness, watching you.  His eyes skimming over the entirety of your face, such sweetness becoming spiced as they begin to fall, fall, and fall down to the visible meat of your thigh.  He grips it smugly, his now free hand taking up your inner thigh and pulling your skin taught.  The motion forces your legs to become distant, spreading your heat beneath your undergarments, a fluttering sensation of the cool air making you stifle back a groan.

Zuko just watches you slowly, mesmerized in the way your body remembers him, remembering how to move for him at the simplest of touches.  Your inviting nature, the way he could feel the warm slick of you already on his thumb, it’s truly tantalizing.  Completely mesmerized he chooses to take his time with you.  Zuko starts by moving his thumb to the lining of your strained underwear, the very one that he pulls back sharply.  Replacing the fabric with his thumb, pushing it deep through your folds and down to your opening.  He circles it as your grip tightens around his neck, tapping on the warm liquid he begins to draw it back up and down till he finally focuses in on your clit.

“Does that feel okay?” he whispers it under a cunning smile.  He keeps a painful distance when he speaks, far enough so you can’t muffle yourself in a kiss…you long to kiss him.  Teasing you is what he’s good at, drawing you out till you break, till your strong facade lifts and leads to you whining and shaking in his lap.  You know his game too well.

“Fuck, you already know the answer, Zuko,” you stare borderline annoyed into his eyes as he chuckles.  An evil plot lingering under his commanding tongue.

“Oh, well, I can make it better if you want me to.  How about that?” Without delay your husband pushes his middle finger into your cunt, stretching you out as he applies harsh pressure onto your clit with his thumb.  Both rubbing against your most sensitive spots simultaneously, both throbbing as he glides over you with such cocky ease.

“Take it slow my Tui.  Oooh, I know you say you hate when I take my time with you like this, only focusing on you, but I can’t help but want to watch you squirm and grind against me when you can’t get what you want.  Needy for me, knowing that I am what you need, only me…Shhh, nice and slow my love,” you bite back on the moans, the taste of your bloodied lip soothing your tensed jaw.  Your husband finally leans in, but avoids your lips, waiting for you to break into cries as he kisses up your arms and across your collarbone, nibbling at every beauty mark.  

Everytime you're stressed he comes to your aid, he takes his sweet time focusing on you that you hardly ever get to take time on him because you get so drained and exhausted.  But for once you decide not to play into the game, and instead make your own.

He continues to kiss your skin and move his fingers inside you, unknowing, unaware of your hand falling to his chong kraben.  Your finger turns red as a light flame catches the seam.

“Mmmm, no, I said I’m- don’t- huh, what are you doing!?”  Within seconds your flame catches and his chong kraben turns to dust and scatters across the floor, as he is now completely exposed to your grasp.  Your left hand goes and meets the scar of his chest, forcing him to the floor as you heave against him.  Swallowing your moans you steady your breath as Zuko stares at you with shock, light enjoyment, and uncertainty.  He just lays as an awestruck mess underneath you as you look at him through darkened eyes.

“Tui?  What are you doing?” he hesitates through a chuckle of disbelief, thinking as though he could have done something wrong or if it was a goofy accident.  Your husband lifts his hand from the floor to your waist in hopes to pull himself up and draw himself nearer to you, to get a better look at your expression through the now dulled light of the candles.  But then a dancing sensation prickles his thigh.  In looking down you watch as your husband catches your fingers dancing on his skin, with small sparks causing him to tense.  You glide your hands up his thighs and to his cock, watching it twitch as your fingertips lightly singe his shaft.  The thumb of your right hand meeting his tip, and that is when you allow sparks to crackle against him.

“Spirit’s above…!,” Zuko mumbles into his one free hand that now covers his mouth, the other stilled against your flesh as your fingers dance against his length, pricking and shocking him.  His chest rises and his abdomen tenses as he turns into a groaning mess, words slurring before they even form, he’s falling apart quicker than you expected.

“Needy much your majesty?  You’re basically shaking,” you tease him through drawn out words hushing them against his skin as you peck his chest.  The evident steam rises off of him, fogging the room as each kiss you plant on his hot skin crackles in response to your licked lips.

“T-tui, I-,” Zuko tries to come back off of the floor, to interrupt, but with one fiery breath from you he arches back to the fallen silks.

“Shh my love, breathe in deep and slow for me,” you silence him, taking your time as you glide your lips back to his chest.  You allow them to linger over his scar before dipping your tongue from behind them to trace along the red marks edges.

In lulling Zuko you allow your left palm to ripple over his chest, gliding it with each shaken breath that quivers upon his teeth.  His hand tightens on his jaw as his head rolls back, his adams apple bobbing like your thumb in his precum.  His whole body is quivering visibly, a tremor that has seemed to move to his hip.  Through the now bright flames of the nearby candles, lit from your intrigue, you watch as your husband's cum and sweat dribbles down into his wispy hairs.  He’s basically melting into you as he starts to slowly buck into your hand, the whines and hiccups make you throb.

You can feel the blood pulling into his skin, his cock sliding in squishes between your shocking fingertips, his teeth embedded into his arm as he shamefully hides his face, his torso tightening as his hips reach higher and higher to plunge into your hand.  You lift your right hand just out of reach, forcing him to meet it, the sweat rolling down as the room grows foggy and more humid with each second.  So close to the edge, he could just fall off.  Now, so needy and at your will, and declaring that you have one against him for once, you choose to include yourself even more into the mix

With the sensation too much to bear between your legs, the sweat and wetness sticking to his thigh, you begin to move.  Your cunt drags against his strained quad muscle, your flesh slicking a trail that you track back and forth, and back and forth till your hips begin to round.  You notice that the whole time that the fingers that had once warmed the space were digging within your thigh, Zuko’s short nails scraping as to draw blood with every tense of his body.  In response, you reach to his right hand and lift the fingers that had once accompanied your flesh to your mouth.  You pound your fist down to the base of his cock as you hold his other hand to your parted lips, your tongue going through the creases of his fingers, soaking every sweet crevice with your saliva.  Then, when they are nice and ready you draw them down your body.  His wet fingers nicking your breast, dragging over your stomach, and soon placing them within your folds.

Within seconds you feel Zuko’s fingers begin to move, perfectly matching the rhythm of your hips.  They spread you out, exploring you with a hunger that had seemed distant for far too long.  His fingers fill the space before plunging in and out of you, curling, curling just as your spine did in response.

Through your synchronizing moans you manage to spout, “Not too fast, please, like you said before for us to take our time, so please, take it slow.  I’ll stop completely if you don’t listen, I-I just want to share this with you…S-spirits above…”  The words fall starved as your clouded eyes look to him, your free hand lightly tugging at his arm, the one unkindly hiding his face from yours.

Your husband cannot even stutter out a response as you slow your hand on his length, the other then quickly moving to harshly grip his wrist as to stall him from inserting another finger too soon.  It shakes you into a whine, but you lull your eagerness and look to Zuko.  As you continue to look at him in the heat of your calming breaths you see him gently lift his face from under his arm.  His long hair tangled across his face, the drool helping it to cling as he reveals his disheveled self to you.  And then, a nod, he nods to you as his wanting eyes glue to yours.  Your husband's once shielding arm now stretches out towards you with his fingers extended to your neck, lightly glazing your baby hairs as his thumb moves forward to the front of your face.  Grazing over your lips he draws you nearer, leaning you over as to be pressed to his chest.

“We’ll do this your way,” he says in a hush against you.  Uttering it as he places his head to yours, smiling warmly as he holds your eyes, never leaving them till his lips finally crash into yours.

You close the distance till there isn’t any, with both of your hands beginning to move slowly but deliberately against one another.  Yours taking momentary pauses as to stall him from cumming too soon, his working your deepest spots for you to grow closer as to match his peak, yet drawing it out just enough to make you turn to utter mush against his chest.  Chests clinging together, your tongues growing hot upon one anothers, his hair in your hand as you yank it to leave his lips but a second to kiss down his jaw.  You are in harmony with one another.

As his fingers plunge deeper and deeper, the squelching of your hole tickling your ear, you shock up,“ Zuko, I’m getting-,” but you can’t even finish your sentence before your husband answers for you.

“I know, I know, s-slowly, together my love,” he utters breathlessly under his moans before pressing his lips deep into yours once more.  Your hand shakes in anticipation but you manage to keep a steady pace, deepening each stroke, slowly hitting harder and harder against the base of his cock.  Your husband responds by pushing deeper inside of you, his long calloused fingers pressing into your G-spot, his thumb grinding hard on your clit.

“Tuiii Tui!,” Zuko lets out a loud moan, scraping from his throat just as you do, your bodies continuing to rub into each other as a second orgasm rolls over.  Zuko’s body turns to mush as you feel his hot cum shoot all over your stomach, dripping between your thighs, and yours shaking as you fall down into his chest, quieting your whimpers by sinking your teeth deep into the flesh of his neck.  The heat grows over you both as your arms move to hold each other, your fingers falling from his flesh to his chest once more, simply holding him in the silence as your bodies cool.

The silence lingers for but a minute, and then your husband, the all commanding, needy, and so in charge Zuko asks, “Would you do that to me again?”

…Sometime in the near future…

Now you, no HE, is pregnant with infinite children, popping out right and left.  What did you expect?  Dih that good comes seasoned and not dry honey, it ain’t no KFC biscuit.  It's got the flavor, the spice, and all the power.  So, I hope you enjoy your whole village, may your bloodline be strong!

Definitions/Headcanon’s:

Sompot Chong Kraben - a lower-body, wrap-around cloth worn in Southeast Asia.  A billowy wrap like pants/trousers, in this case worn for lounging but could be for events and tied to beating the heat. Historically, people didn’t wear underwear under the Sompot Chong Kraben, and when they did it was loincloths.

I don’t know too much about this, so please correct me if this information is wrong!

Ke Aloha - “The love” or “The beloved”

Spirits Above - Used in the Avatar universe to express shock, annoyance, or even surprise.  It is thought to be a family family version of a curse word, most likely “Fuck,” or to me it acts as another version of “Oh god”, “God’s help me,” and so forth.

Tui - One of the two koi fish spirits, the Moon Spirit, found within the Northern Water Tribes Capital City; known as the most beautiful spirits in the series.

Headcanon→ I am aware that the Tui nickname is definitely more of something Sokka would say, as it is tied to the moon spirit, water tribe, etc.  Yet, at the same time, I believe that Sokka wouldn’t be able to reuse such a name for another love other than Princess Yue, because such a use is, in a way, making a comparison between his loves and is kind of awkward, at least to me.  Like, who would want their man thinking of their ex when they look at you...  No matter if it was a clean breakup, incident, etc., a relationship is supposed to be new, a fresh start for whoever is involved.  So, I think, weirdly enough, Zuko would be more likely to use the nickname rather than Sokka.  I say this because of the moment on the blimp they shared where Sokka admits that his girlfriend turned into the moon.  Though it was a silly moment, I like to believe that Sokka and Zuko trauma dump together and feel free to talk to each other openly, and through their conversations Zuko grew an appreciation for Sokka and Yue's love, and likes to say that he loves you as Sokka does the moon, forevermore.

I also like to think that Tui is a common nickname in general in the world of Avatar, possibly even a name that some individuals in the watertribe would use, such as Sokka for his own daughter's middle name, or something similar.

Headcanon→ I think he would call his kids “My jasmine” or even “My lotus flower.” I just think that’s a cute thought!

Author’s Note:

The last few years of my life all I have done is write like I am running out of time, but even so I am kind of nervous right now, because in all truth I have never written a fanfiction before.  I found a love for writing just a couple years ago, exploring poetry, memoirs, novela’s, and even scientific reports.  I found that writing brought me peace and specifically my creative writing was able to evoke emotions and interest of my readers beyond what I ever expected.  So, when my friend chose to involve me in her freaky fanfiction writing and processes I was MORE than intrigued. 

...Shoutout to my greatest friendly writing rival, best friend, and wife @ladypensivewrites (LOVE YOU HONEY❤️)...

We spent our time talking about characters and not-so-PG situations, as girls do, and exchanging ideas for her writing.  Then recently, it got to the point where she told me that I HAVE to write fanfiction.  That I have so many ideas that I have to put to the page, to stop being lazy and just do it…so I am.

With the new Legend of Aang movie coming out, and all of the VERY necessary hype, I thought there was no better topic than my OG, Zuko.  I have always loved his character and how he shifts throughout the show, changing from an annoying brat to a leader, confidant, and friend.  This show taught me a lot growing up, how to communicate my emotions, how to handle difficult situations, and how to have kid me obsess over any emo character with dark hair and an attitude problem…Which ties to my evident love for him in this new movie as well as the rest of the Aang gang, leading to this totally not thirsty and needy fanfiction about this Flameo Hotman 🫣😀😐  Anyways, as my first fanfiction, I hope that I have done him justice, and that you enjoy!

Oh!  And you can call me Honduran if you’d like, after the pointy-nosed banana fiends called the Honduran White Bats (Yes, I know, very random and cringey). AlsoOOoOooOooo, if it’s okay, I shall address you all as my coco’s, meaning darling, sweetness, and more, as well as just being coconuts because things might get a little crazy here…HAHAHA…ha.  But whatever, I’m just happy to be able to share my work with people, and I hope that you like it.  Pointers appreciated!

Quote of the day: “I fall in love with myself and I want someone to share it with me.  I want someone to share me with me.” - Eartha Kitt