"You feel that baby? Feel how deep I am?"

You couldn't respond, not when he was pounding your guts like he wanted to break you. The bright white ring light on your screen perfectly illuminated your dark skin perfectly, highlighting your face that was glistening with sweat and tears slipping from those pretty doe eyes. Eren never got tired of the way your face scrunched into an ugly expression filled with pleasure as he kept feeding you slow, nasty thrusts.

It all paired perfectly with the way your mic picks up every raw, guttural moan punched out of you and the groans Eren let out near your ear, each slurred moan of his name slipping your trembling lips, and the sound of tour pussy making obscene wet sounds.

"F-fuck! Mmhph.."

Something about this position always had you tearing up. From the way Eren spoke to you, the love he poured into you contrasting how mean his thrusts were as his tip pressed up into that spot that had yourgripping the sheets.

A shiver ran through your body when you felt his hands slide through your curls to pick your head up, molding your body into doggy with your ass arched just the way he liked it. He hit deeper now, settling deep inside you with his balls pressed against your ass just the way you like it.

"I can't...can't do it Rennie!" your breathless pleas fell on deaf ears as he not only laughed in your face but sped up his thrusts, finding pleasure in the you gasped and the way your legs start to slightly shake.

His silky brown hair fell on the sides of your face as he leaned down to suck on the supple part of your neck, your pussy clenching as cream dripped down between y'all. He looked directly into your camera, his eyes locked on how messy beautiful you looked in this state.

"Can feel this- hah! pussy squeezing me. You close baby?"

A dumb nod was all you were able to let out at his question, that warm sensation in your tummy getting closer and closer to the point where you could practically taste it. A silent scream fell on your lips when the thick pads of his fingers rubbed your swollen clit.

"Wait stop….” You could barely warn him as your climax snuck up on you and you gushed all over him, soaking the bed and his legs. You flopped down on the bed, completely limp and exhausted.

Eren spilled into you with a guttural groans at the feeling your cunt spasm around him, spreading your ass to take a look at the way his cum spilled out of you and onto the soaked sheets.

His hands crept down to the mousepad, switching to picture mode while cupping your pouty face while he laid there next to you licking the shell of your ear.

"Say cheese baby."

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ - Did not mean to leave for so long, sorry! Quick little draft to get me back into writing cause I literally forgot how.

you could only gulp in response.

then, he’s rising above you, broad, muscular shoulders boxing you in as he settles between your thighs. the heavy heat of his dick presses against your sensitive, aching entrance, his incandescent gaze dragging over your face like he’s trying to memorize every expression, every shaky inhale.

as if he was mapping out your features to store in the forefront of his mind. to painfully revisit over and over again.

the realization that had struck him back at the temple as he looked at every mural, every worn painting and towering statue of the air nomads. they all looked like his people. familiar faces, familiar smiles, familiar powers.

but none of them resembled you.

none carried the curve of your lashes or the little furrow in your brow when you worried. none had your laugh, the unique slope of your nose, your warmth, your favor for sour over sweet, your gentleness for children and particular bugs. none exuded your enchanting presence, whether you could bend or not. and suddenly, the grief that sat in his chest for years changed shape entirely. because what would be the point of preserving the world he lost if, in doing so, he lost every trace of the person he loved most within it?

“this—this isn’t about me reviving airbenders or a duty to save my dying culture. this isn’t about avatar sonam or tagah or monk gyatso or anything that has to do with bending. this is about you and me and me wanting to start a family with you,” he states with that heavy, solid avatar voice of his. firm and sure, thumb brushing along your jaw, “this is about me making sure that a part of you will always exist in a world where the avatar exists. that your lips, your eyes, your soul. . . live on for eternity. so that every time i look into this world through the eyes of the new avatar, i can still see you. see you in our grandchildren, in our great-great grandchildren, in the people that will come to exist because we loved each other. . . to know that you’ll always be in my life someway, somehow.”

“aang. . .”

“i realize now that there will come a day when airbending returns, whether in our lifetime or long after we’re gone.” he presses his forehead against yours, tone softer despite the ache in his words. “i know that i’ll get to see that vision through the eyes of the avatars who will come after me. and if i keep chasing impossible answers, impossible resolves— if i keep throwing myself at a future i can’t force into existence— i’ll lose you in the process. i’ll waste the little time we’re given together. with our friends. with our children. the thought of losing you to time. . .”

it killed him.

you feel it. the shift in him. the sincerity behind every broken word, every trembling breath. the sheer despair that claws through him at the thought of you leaving nothing behind of yourself, of the love the two of you share. the regret he’d forever live with if he only prioritized the revival of air-bending or the kids that would inherit it. and the fact that he still hasn’t left the avatar state only makes it worse, every emotion stripped raw and vulnerable beneath glowing eyes and tattoos and shaking hands.

“so i vow now that i will never neglect your life or your culture for the sake of mine. whether we have airbending children or not. . . that is up to the universe.”

his hands cup your cheeks gently as he leans in, drawing you into a slow, sloppy kiss. you could only gasp softly when his tongue slips past your lips, kissing you like he’s trying to seal his fate with yours.

he slowly pulls away, thick fingers easing you open as he makes room for himself. “i can live without other airbenders. i can make due with the acolyte family we’ve founded. what i cannot live without is you. what i cannot imagine not ingrained in this world beyond my lifetime is you.”

aang smiles for the first time tonight, like the image in his mind was far more beautiful than anything he could’ve ever imagined. he sinks inside, massive and overwhelming, drawing a raspy breath from your lungs at the sheer stretch of him. still, you pull him closer, wanting nothing more than to feel the slow, heavy drag of him inside you.

“so for now,” he whispers, breath warm against your lips as he begins moving slowly, in and out, “all i want is a child with you. one that embodies everything that you are. one that will carry on your memory, your curiosity, your strength, your traits.” gone was the glow of the avatar state, the white fading slowly from his eyes until they were simply his again, fixed on yours with a tenderness so deep it was almost unbearable. “so i’m begging you. . . give me a baby that looks just like you.”

you cry out helplessly as he buries his face into your throat, holding you impossibly close. every stroke is long and deliberate, driven far less by hunger and more by an emotion too large for words. the slick of your arousal coats his balls as you helplessly grind against him, cunt fluttering around the girthiness of his base. you could feel all the veins that line him, tracing your walls as he fucked you like he needed you to breathe.

you blink back the tears threatening to spill. “b-but i do want our baby to be like you. i do want to help you—”

he shakes his head fervently, fingers tightening around you like he’s afraid you still don’t understand. “no. no,” he rasps, “i don’t want this to be some duty you carry for me. i want this because it’s us. because it’s the life we chose together. no obligations. no sacrifices.”

you feel the dampness at the corner of his eyes as he clings to you, hands roaming your body in a worship-like trance, as though he was reassuring himself that you were real and here and present and his. to have and to hold and to sink himself into when the world is in chaos.

“please,” he croaks hoarsely into your neck, voice cracking around the word, and the raw vulnerability in it makes your chest ache more than anything else ever could. “say you’ll give me a baby, sweetheart. say you’ll give me this one thing. even if they come without air-bending.”

a broken sound leaves your throat as you cling to his shoulders, nodding desperately against him, back arching into his warmth. “yes,” you breathe out shakily, fingers curling around his nape. “yes, yes, yes. of course, i will.”

the words—your defining proclamation—undo him entirely. he groans into the curve of your neck, holding you so tightly it almost hurts, every breath hot, cold, then hot again against your skin. he cums in thick, long spurts, coating your insides pearly white as you cream on his cock, legs caging him in. his tattoos begin to faintly glow once more as he shivers, hips still pumping his seed into you, forehead pressed beneath your jaw, as though he can’t bear even an inch of distance between you.

when he finally pulls back, his eyes have returned to their natural state, shining with something far softer than desire.

devotion, perhaps. a need to always keep you safe. to give you—and your children—a world that offers everything and takes nothing in return.

“i love you,” he murmurs softly, brushing the damp strands of your hair from your face. he rests his forehead against yours again, eyes slipping closed as his heart, for once, is at ease. “thank you.”

your lips tremble into a tired smile, fingers curling weakly around his head. “you never have to thank me for loving you.”

though your words alone could never truly capture the depth of everything you’ve given him.

with his back to you he stood by the balcony. his hands were clasped behind him like he was holding himself together. or back.

your nose wrinkled as the night air carried the faint scent of smoke and him. you felt so ashamed how much you liked the smell.

clearing your throat you set the tea down carefully. “your tea.”

“i didn’t call you here for tea.”

that made you pause as he turned around. he looked differently tonight. less guarded, you’d say, but more dangerous because of it.

not once his golden eyes left yours as he stepped closer. one step, then two and three until he was too close.

“you shouldn’t be here,” he said quietly.

“you asked for me.”

“i know.”

the silence between you was suffocating, thick with tension. you could feel the heat of him, similar like standing too close to a flame.

“i shouldn’t have.”

“then i’ll go—”

your wrist was caught before you could step back. you paused and look up at him. also zuko froze the second he realized what he’d done. his hand felt so warm, calloused against your skin.

hesitantly he loosened his grip to give you the chance to pull away, which… you didn’t.

that was his undoing.

his breath hitched as his eyes dropped where he held you, then they slowly slid along your lips before they settled back to your eyes. your pulse raced.

“this is exactly what i didn’t want,” he whispered to himself than to you.

“me being here?”

“no.” his grip tightened slightly, like he couldn’t help it. “wanting you here.”

the words sat heavy between you.

zuko exhaled sharply, like he was fighting something inside himself. “i spent my whole life watching a man like fire lord ozai take whatever he wanted. i won’t be like him.”

“you’re not.”

“you don’t know that.”

“i do.”

you stepped closer until the space between you completely disappeared. that was worse than anything.

zuko went completely still, like if he moved even an inch he’d cross a line he couldn’t come back from. his hand was still around your wrist, his other hovering at your side like he didn’t know where to put it.

“you should leave,” he said again.

hesitation had you biting your bottom lip, because this wasn’t your place. but you’ve been playing with fire, literally, since you became his servant and now wouldn’t stop.

“if you want me,” you whispered. “then have me.”

the world stopped for zuko and narrowed down to the words that were spoken sinfully. honest too, he could see that.

you, on the other hand, thought that this wasn’t it. he’d pull away, sent you away and chose restraint.

but then his control slipped and his expression filled with raw need.

“do you have any idea what you’re saying?” he breathed roughly.

“yes.”

what followed happened so fast.

one moment he let go off you, and the next his hands slid down your back. his pupils grew wide as he grabbed the soft plush of your ass to lift you up.

you gasped softly and wrapped your legs around his waist that earned you a low growl from him. no hesitation this time. he walked backwards with you until he sat down with you straddling his lap.

“lord zu—“

his lips crashed against yours with a kind of urgency that had been building for too long. successfully shutting you up. greed, hunger, desperation bubbled up in him and he made you swallow it as he licked into your mouth.

it was everything he’d been holding back.

the heat of him was overwhelming as you clung to his shoulders, to his hair. you caressed his face, whimpered and moaned. and everything together.

it was messy. it was better than anything you ever experienced.

a quiet frustrated sound left him as he grew thick against your clothed cunt. but you didn’t gave him a chance to dwell on it as you rubbed your covered pussy over his bulge.

you were drenched by the third roll of your hips against him. breaking the kiss you moaned softly as his lips found your throat, neck - everywhere he could bite and lick and nibble.

“we should stop,” he groaned into your ear.

but his hands engulfed your hips and he started rocking you against him. the friction had you forgetting all good manners when your pulsing clit got stimulated so good.

“zuko,” you cried out.

his grip shifted as he slid his hand beneath the fabric of your clothes to find your soaked pussy. two fingers sank into your heat, stretching you as he fingered you in the rhythmic grind of your hips.

“yes… yes. oh my lord,” you whined.

he groaned your name as his forehead pressed against yours. his fingers curling where you needed it the most.

the friction became a blur of passion and almost animalistic need.

you clung tightly to him. rubbed against his throbbing cock while riding his fingers simultaneously. almost there.

one more stroke. then another before you fell apart.

your back arched and you shuddered in a violent, crashing release that left you breathless and boneless in his grip. seconds later zuko stiffened as he found his own pleasure and erupted in his underwear.

next time he’d blow that lust and desire into your body, he swore himself.

now he slowly pulled his hand out before his mouth found yours again. the kiss was messy, tasted of hunger and satisfaction as you collapsed together.

his hands slowly came up to rest on your body. one large engulfed your hip while the other settled on your arm, guiding it higher. his fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips.

still - normal, right? he was correcting your stance and you felt honored that he trained you personally.

but you also felt the brush of his thumb and that his touch lingered. then it grew warm. the heat of him soaked through your clothes, like standing too close to a flame.

“like this,” his mouth was too close to your ear.

“lord… zuko,” you whispered.

his grip tightened and he shifted behind you. “focus.” he ordered like he wouldn’t be the one struggling.

now you shouldn’t dare to test boundaries, but you need to know. no, you deserve to know if this was attraction and desire hidden behind restraint.

so you shifted under his hands and felt the way his body went rigid behind you. the heat spiked and you bit your bottom lip.

“your temperature’s rising,” you said softly.

his body tensed even further. “that’s none of your concern,” he gritted out.

“hard not to notice when you’re practically—”

“stop talking.”

his voice came out so strained, so rough that it sent a spike of arousal through you. it collected right in your middle. it’d take one little movement to rub your ass against—

no, no, no.

his hand almost strangled your hip now as he again - unnecessarily so - corrected your stance again. but you didn’t dare mentioning it.

“you said,” you whispered, “you’d only touch me for training.”

“i am.”

“are you?”

that did it.

his breath hitched and his hands stopped moving entirely.

everything hung by a thread. your body was perfectly aligned with his while his warmth bled into you.

it went unsaid that his restraint was about to snap.

“don’t test me,” he hissed.

turning your head your lips almost brushed his jaw. “or what?”

that was it.

his control cracked, then shattered all at once as his grip faltered… before he lifted you up. lowering you on the training mat he moved you on all fours.

“zuko,” you breathed as his chest pressed to your back and you felt the thick outline of his cock against your ass.

“quiet.”

he tried so much to be good, you knew that. you appreciated it even more that he didn’t act on instinct.

“tell me you want this.”

you didn’t. instead you tilted your head again and caught his lips with yours. the hunger in the kiss stole your breath, tasting the smoke and something that only belonged to him on your tongue.

zuko’s hands slid up your sides to bunch the fabric of your robe up. his fingers trembled and betrayed how long he’d held back. how long he’d yearned for you.

breaking the kiss he pulled back to yank at the sash of your robe, exposing your skin to the warm air surrounding you. his golden eyes raked over you with reverence - the sacred flame he never dared to approach.

“you’re divine,” he whispered.

his hot breath caressed your skin as his lips found your skin. he pressed open mouth kisses along your neck, worshipping the curve of your collarbone with his tongue.

your breathy moan turned into a gasp when he cupped your breasts. his thumbs circled your nipples until they stood at attention and sending straight pleasure to your core.

“i’ve wanted this,” he whispered and moved you onto your back. his eyes nearly burned as they took in the beauty that was you. “wanted you. every night. every training session… your strength, your fire.”

the admission had you light headed as you spread your legs and he settled between them, shaking. his arousal pressed directly against yours and you whimpered needy.

in this moment you didn’t care anymore as you tugged on his robes. it slipped from his strong shoulders, revealing a body you wanted to touch and explore. and his cock… his cock stood proudly and weeped at the head for you.

his lips found yours again. the hunger was still there, and still he kissed you slower. savoring your taste and memorizing it. his hand slid between your legs to cup your bare pussy. one of his fingers caressed your wet slit - from your throbbing hole up to your clit and back.

“so wet for me,” he breathed and you moaned into his mouth.

his eyes locked onto yours as he dipped a finger inside and curled it just right. your thighs quivered and your nails dug into his broad shoulders.

shuddering he pressed his forehead to yours. “i want to make you feel good. allow me to do so.”

“yes, zuko. please.”

groaning he shifted again and kissed a path down your body. both tits, your ribs, the dip of your navel. he worshipped your scars, every little imperfection that was perfect in his eyes.

you were so perfect to him.

when he reached your core he paused for a second. he took several deep breaths and then dove right in. you cried out as he sucked your clit, licked over your hole and thrusted his tongue in.

he was a bit uncoordinated, wanted too much and was greedy. and that made it so good as you threaded your fingers through his hair, pulled and guided where you needed him.

his hands gripped your thighs roughly as you - accidentally - tried to close them from being so overwhelmed. he mumbled soothing words, praises. “sh, i got you.” and “you taste like heaven.” and “you’re my good woman.”

it drove you crazy.

so so close. you were teetering on the edge, but zuko needed to feel it around his cock when you fell apart.

he kissed his way back up to your lips and let you taste yourself on his tongue. swallowing your whimpers he positioned himself, his swollen head nudging against your entrance.

“mine,” he breathed with adoration.

he pushed in, inch by every devastating inch, stretching you wide and full. the heat of him seared deep and burned you alive.

“you’re mine to cherish,” he whispered as he thrusted slow and deep. “mine to worship,” thrust. “mine to pleasure,” thrust. “mine to own,” thrust.

his rhythm quickened, hips snapping forward with urgency. you moan loudly, shamelessly, because each sound from you was a win to him.

long black strands fall into his face as he braced one arm beside your head. his other hand gripped your hip to angle it higher so he could fuck you deeper.

“z-zuko, oh god,” you whined as each thrust dragged against the sweet spot inside you.

“i know,” he gritted out. “i feel it too.”

he was just as gone as you.

you wrapped your legs around his waist and pull him even closer. nails raking along his back and he hissed softly. the heat radiating from his skin intensifies and you feel it everywhere, but especially in your slick channel that took him so good.

“feels so good,” he groaned before his lips found yours again in a sloppy, wet kiss.

you arched your hips higher and ground yourself on his pubic bone.

“yes. take what you need,” he urged.

his hand found your plush ass and he helped you rubbing your swollen clit against him, soaking his pubic hair. the dual sensation tore a long moan from your throat. your walls fluttered, then clenched hard, drawing an almost growl from him.

zuko’s pace faltered for a heartbeat as he pressed his forehead to yours. even now he worshipped you - lost in the haze - as his lips brushed your temple, cheeks and nose.

“my fire,” he murmured as he fucked you quicker again.

your body tensed tighter, the pleasure coiled low in your stomach like an ember ready to burst into flames. you rocked desperately against him as the obscene slapping echoing softly through the empty trainings ground. his cock throbbed, grew thicker and stretching you wider.

he needed to make you cum. needed to worship you harder. his hand slid down and pressed firmly against your swollen clit.

you fell apart first. the ecstasy, the lust only he could give you crashed through you in waves. you clenched, pulsing, nails leaving marks in his skin as you cried out his name. zuko shuddered hard as he buried his face into the crook your neck and slammed erratically into you, chasing his own pleasure.

your orgasm milked him mercilessly and he broke with a choked groan. his cock throbbed, twitched and then filled you up, hot and wet. pulse after pulse filled you as he thrusted in deep, hips jerking.

he breathed your name over and over again. you you you. finally he had claimed you, and you had claimed him. there was no holding back anymore.

his arms wrapped around your body as he sat back on his heels and held you tightly to his chest. his eyes closed as you kissed his scar and hugged him. or collapsed. maybe a bit of both.

“you called me your fire,” you whispered.

so being bedridden from getting sick made him feel humbled to say the least. he felt ineffective, useless even.  as his wife, you made sure to assure him in his vulnerable moments like this. he's worked tirelessly since your family assigned you to marry him all those months ago. your union could’ve been like any other political alliance, solely connected by name rather than heart and soul, but zuko didn't want that, he didn't let that happen. 

the walks in the palace gardens, eating every meal together, falling asleep in the library late into the night, watching over him while he sifted through documents in his study⸺ zuko made sure you were in each other's presence as often as possible. he later revealed it was advice from his dear friend sokka to make you fall in love with him. as silly as it was, his plan worked, and the two of you had been inseparable since then.

zuko was sprawled on the bed in your shared chambers, his eyes half-lidded as as he attempted to fight the sickness. you sat propped on the bed crooning down as your hand gingerly caressed his simmering face, “zuko,” you gently began, “you can't work today, I refuse to let you.” 

zuko’s eyes momentarily flashed open at the sternness behind your worlds, “but honey, the preparations for the Avatar delegation should be well underway. I can't let them down, I-I can't embarrass the Fire Nation.”

you shook your head, almost in disbelief at the pleading man under you, “my love, aang will understand if you're sick. I promise you, him and the rest of your friends care about your health and well-being as much as your wife does,” your hand came down to his heated cheek, swiping just under his burn as you gazed down upon him with the moon and the stars swimming through his eyes, “please, zuko. for my sake.”

zuko wasn't used to showing his weaknesses to anyone yet, but to be met with such care and affection made him feel safe, seen for once in his life. he nuzzled into your palm, feeling the most security he's ever felt, and brought his eyes to meet yours, “alright my love, I’ll stay in,” his lips pressed a chaste kiss to your palm, “but you must take care of me.” 

you giggled, a sound so sweet zuko felt his teeth begin to ache, “well of course my lord,” you peppered kisses all over his face, “I have to make sure you're well enough to produce that heir your advisors continue to press us about,” your lips landed on his, and pressed a longer kiss while your hands ran through the tangles of his hair.

his lips met yours with more fervor, sitting up to kiss you back into the pillows at the head of your bed. he clearly wasn't sick enough to miss the saccharine taste of your saliva combining with his, he breathlessly broke the kiss before tapping your foreheads together.

“my dearest wife,” the sheer closeness you shared had every breath one exhaled swallowed by the other before returning back, reminiscent of an experienced air bender, “wouldn't it would be wise for me to sweat out this fever? hm?” his lips nudged upwards to kiss your eyelid.

zuko's slyness didn't go unnoticed, but you let him have it. rarely do you get to see this almost boy-ish rendition of your responsible husband, why not indulge him?

he was already warmer than most, but the fever and the heat building up from his arousal had heat radiating off of your husband in waves. you accepted it, beginning to feel your skin perspirate in response. your arms wrapped around the back of his neck as he began to tear off his robe. 

your fingers delicately danced along the damaged pink of his chest scar, contrasting with his pale skin. the tips of your fingers lightly pressed into it, eliciting a soft whimper from your husband. “I-I’m sensitive there,” you smirked into the kiss before nipping at his bottom lip, “I know.” 

your night gown was pulled up and over your head before being discarded to the floor. zuko all but groaned seeing you wore nothing under the garments, “you're going to be the death of me my love,” 

he descended on your neck, leaving no room between your bodies. zuko loved every part of you so deeply, he wanted nothing more than to live in your skin, bind you both eternally to be tethered forever. 

zuko suctioned his lips around your skin, leaving marks as his lips trailed down your body. the heat of your husband’s mouth was heightened by his sickness, leaving steam evaporating off of your body in wake of his lips. 

the fire lord was face to face with your cunt, pushing your knees back to watch how your pussy spread just for him, “so so beautiful… and it's all mine….” 

a swirl of crimson flames exited zuko's lips, aimed directly for your spread out form. as he exhaled, the frayed embers went down to your clit, flickering out just before they made contact with the bud. a full body shudder took over you. aroused by the flame, by the control he was exerting to tease you, to edge you without harming you in any way. 

he kept bending the fire at your cunt, watching your slick drip out and nearly evaporate by the dancing of the blaze. zuko was weirdly content knowing his flames had other uses outside of protecting the fire nation.

zuko extinguished the flames, used two of his digits to spread you open impossibly farther and licked a long stripe from your hole to your clit. a guttural moan escaped the both of you, zuko over the moon to be in between your legs. 

his mouth latched onto you, suctioning his lips in place around your pussy. zuko increased the temperature of his mouth, warming his tongue as he licked into you and swirled around your clit. your whole body was attuned to his touch, calibrated to the heat he emitted. every caress, every brush sent a jolt of warmth to radiate throughout the rest of your being.

you grabbed onto his cascading locks to anchor yourself to him as a high pitched whine escaped you. twitching and clenching, zuko was magic with his mouth. he lapped up any of your juices that seeped out, treating

reluctantly, zuko removed his mouth from your cunt. he was panting mess as he looked up at you from his position on the bed. his amber eyes were blown out, his own lust-fueled high long from being over. he ran his hand through his tousled hair while his other hand travelled down to placate his aching dick, “you’re so breathtaking honey... I hope our babies look more like you than me,” 

you giggled before meeting his gaze, “I pray they’re the perfect mix of us both, I’d adore having a mini zuko running around.” the most genuine toothy grin broke out on zuko’s face before his bent down to kiss you once again. 

pumping his cock, your husband started to breath heavily into the kiss before lining up his tip at your entrance. as his warm shaft eased into you, a guttural moan ripped out from the depths of zuko’s soul, he keeled over into the crook of you neck, whimpering out a delicate “thank you….” before licking at the area of skin behind your ear.

“I-I hah- wish to stay this deep inside you forever,” three of his thick digits slid into your mouth, swirling around your tongue, coating them in your saliva before slinking down against his aching dick, sinking into your cunt to match his pistoning dick, “you can take so much of me- I feel like I’m melting…”

the steam evaporating off of his back was evaporating into the air and condensing on your sheets. soaking the bed while his dick was drenched by the warm wetness of your cunt. zuko propped you up from the pillows, pulling your body to be flush with his chest. his hips snapped up to meet the fat of your ass, angling his dick perfectly to scratch that sweet spot inside of you. 

a resonant moan ripped out of you in response, stopping the fire lord in his tracks out of fear of hurting you. his eyebrows furrowed as he looked to your face in search of an answer, only to see your blissful expression. he continued his thrusts, and lifted you up and down to meet his dick piercing into you. 

you were close, zuko could tell. he always loved observing your body in its most primal state. for months now, he’s taken note of every sign of pleasure from you. the way your walls clenched, your hairs stood up on end, your eyebrows began to draw together, and your pretty lips would part to let out tiny whimpers. a tiny, “I’m close-” from you confirmed zuko’s analysis.

flexing his bicep around your back to hold you in place, zuko fucked you at a relentless pace, his thighs turning red from the slapping of skin. your husband’s body was sweltering with heat, practically turning your chambers into a sauna with how much steam he was generating.”mmf- I’m close too my love god- Iloveyousomuch”  his forehead came down to meet yours, and with the stutter of his hips, you both came undone together.  

the heat of his seed filling you made you all warm inside, your pussy gripped at his dick to milk as much out of him as you could. panting, you broke the silence first, “I think your dick was made for me, O’ great Fire Lord,” 

zuko chuckled before kissing your temple, “I think I’ll have to agree my O’ so beautiful Lady.” 

No wonder you were distracted the whole day…way too distracted as you kept staring at his hands. The veins popping out at the back of his hand, all the way to the inner side of his forearm, it felt way too distracting. Most likely the reason you kept tracing your fingers along the veins of his hands every time his hand was close to reach, and he knew. It was way too obvious how focused you were on his hands and his hands alone, the way you kept glancing at his hands, the way you licked your lips and rubbed your thighs, your arousal being noticeable.

That’s how you ended up in your shared bedroom, legs spread open, your back pressed up against his chest as you leaned on him, both of you fully naked. His middle and ring finger sliding inside your already wet pussy, starting to thrust slowly as he feels you clench around his fingers, already making them wet as he speeds up his movements, his thumb gently rubbing your clit as you struggle to keep your legs open. You close your legs, your thighs trapping his hand between them, feeling the veins on the back of his hand brush against your inner thighs as he keeps moving his fingers, already causing your sensitivity to show up.

"Come on, keep your legs open for me, baby." He says softly as he keeps thrusting his fingers inside you, his thumb rubbing your clit as you start rutting your hips against his hand, making him smirk. His other hand slides up to your neck, gripping it firmly as he starts to choke you but not enough to hurt you, forcing your head up to face the mirror and watch how his fingers disappear inside you with each thrust.

Your eyes start to close and you lean your head back on his shoulder, while you let out a small whine. He applies more pressure on your neck, trying to make you look in the mirror again. “Open your eyes for me pretty…want you to keep watching.” He whispers softly, his thumb still rubbing your clit as he feels your thighs start to quiver. You whimper softly and squirt hard, coating his fingers and the bed sheets.

“Woah…never knew you’d squirt this much.” He teases, still thrusting his fingers inside you, causing you to whimper. He doesn’t stop and he doesn’t plan to stop as he keeps rubbing your clit, adding too much to the sensitivity you’re feeling.

“Matthew stop…can’t take it anymore.” You beg and whimper, while he only scoffs in response, as he keeps thrusting his fingers, his ego clearly boosted due to causing you to squirt.

“I don’t think I will…you can do one more for me baby, yeah?” He coaxes you, more like forcing you to let him continue, as he thrusts his fingers faster, slipping another finger inside and stretching your already abused pussy more, making you take more than you could handle.

He enjoyed ruining you, he enjoyed the way you tremble with each thrust, the way your eyes rolled back, moans and whines escaping past your lips as you kept begging him, he wouldn’t let up. He loved the sounds that escaped past your lips, becoming obsessed with the idea to make you squirt again and again. He loved that he was the only one that could make you feel like this, make a mess out of you and ruin you, just for his own pleasure.

He watches you squirt again, noticing how your back arched from the stimulation, how your eyes rolled back, your lips being parted as you let out small gasps and whines while gripping his hand, trying to make him stop, but he doesn't. He keeps thrusting his fingers, relishing the way your body trembled from his touch.

He finally stops after noticing how your body went limp, your breathing becoming more heavier as you tried to catch your breath. He slowly removes his fingers, noticing how coated they are with your wetness. His free hand moves to your stomach, his fingers starting to rub it soothingly.

“Then…?” you find yourself asking, your voice softer now, uncertain. He huffs lightly.

“I need… to feel you… every part of you,” he whispers, his other hand coming up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin. “Can I?” he asks, tilting his head just a little.

To say you were surprised would be an understatement.

He had moments like these — times when he craved your closeness, body to body, heartbeat to heartbeat, breath mingling, eyes locked onto each other.

But it always caught you off guard.

Like now.

“Yes,” you breathe out, eyes fluttering closed, a nervous warmth settling in your chest.

You were usually the one to initiate. Every time Aang did it, it affected you far more than you expected.

And one thing about him? He doesn’t need to be told twice.

He doesn’t wait.

His hands find your waist, firm and grounding, fingers pressing through the fabric of your night robe as he pulls you closer. His head dips, lips brushing yours before closing the gap completely.

His kisses are usually slow, deep, full of quiet passion — but this time something shifts.

This one is rushed, heated. His tongue slips into your mouth without hesitation, searching, tasting, a soft sound leaving him at the contact. Aang had grown into a confident man, but sometimes you forgot just how overwhelming he could be when that confidence turned into hunger.

“I’ve missed you,” he murmurs between kisses, breath uneven, barely giving you time to respond.

“We’ve… seen each other— mhm— this morning,” you manage before he captures your lips again, like it wasn’t enough.

“Too long ago,” he breathes out, his hands sliding to your hips before lifting you off the floor with ease.

You let out a small yelp, arms immediately wrapping around his neck to steady yourself, as you let him take control.

He kisses you again as he walks, guiding you back towards your shared bed. He lowers you onto the mattress, hands already moving, tugging at your robe, loosening it, pushing it open to reveal the layers beneath.

Your hands move just as quickly, reaching for his own robes, urging him to take them off, need building inside you with every passing second.

He helps you, discarding his top robe and trousers carelessly onto the floor, then returns his attention to you, removing the remaining clothing with the same urgency.

Once you’re bare beneath him, he pauses.

He shifts back slightly, sitting up, looming over your form as his grey eyes slowly take you in — your shoulders, the swell of your breasts, the curve of your hips, his gaze trailing lower before stopping.

“I want to try something,” he says, his voice quieter now, expression more serious.

You lick your lips as you take him in, pupils blown wide as you ogle at the man above you. He’s taller than you, every part of him defined — broad shoulders, strong arms, sculpted chest and abs and a v-line defined with prominent veins leading down to his half-hardened member.

“What are you thinking?” you ask softly, brows knitting as he leans down to steal a quick kiss.

Despite your question, he remains quiet, one hand slipping down, fingers brushing over your cunt, like he was testing, before easing two of his fingers between your folds.

Your back arches instinctively, breath catching, chest rising sharply at the sensation.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he reassures you, voice low as his thumb circles your clit gently, his fingers moving in slowly, carefully. His other hand comes up, cupping one of your breasts, squeezing softly, then firmer, drawing a gasp from your lips.

“Have to… stretch you a bit,” he mutters, his movements steady, feeling the way your body responds to him.

“A bit?” you manage to let out a small, breathless chuckle.

He scoffs lightly, continuing, the pace slow, almost teasing, making you squirm beneath him, your hips shifting forward, chasing more.

“It’s anything but— mhm!” you gasp as he finds that sensitive spot.

“Sorry,” he mutters, though he doesn’t slow much. There’s impatience in him now, a barely restrained need.

“Aang—” you breathe, your hand coming to his wrist, stilling him for a moment. “I need more,” you add, and you feel the way he tenses.

“Okay—” he exhales, pulling his hand away. His gaze doesn’t leave yours as he brings his fingers to his lips, tasting, watching you the entire time.

Heat rushes to your cheeks, a warmth settling low in your stomach.

He exhales softly, then shifts forward again, adjusting his cock before lowering his body over yours. His skin is warm, slightly damp, pressing against you, surrounding you.

Your hands slide along his back, nails grazing over his skin, tracing the lines of his tattoos as he aligns himself to your entrance.

Your lips part in search of air when you feel the tip of his cock go past your entrance. He slowly pushes, your walls stretching around his length. You let out a long moan at the feeling, tears forming in your eyes, nails digging into his back, leaving crescent moons behind.

Aang lets out a long moan at the feeling of your warmth, at how you are sucking him in as he fills you to the brim. His palms ball into fists at each side of your head, caging you under him.

“Move… please,” you whisper once he’s settled inside, your hips shifting slightly, searching for more, but he shakes his head.

“Not yet… I need to feel you,” he breathes, one hand coming up to brush your cheek, keeping himself steady with the other.

“Aang—” your voice comes out softer, pleading, but he clicks his tongue lightly.

“Stay like this,” he murmurs, drawing in a breath as your body reacts again. “Can you do it for me?” he asks, voice wavering slightly.

You hesitate, your body wanting more, and he sees that immediately.

“Please, please— just… let me feel you a little longer,” he speaks in that soft voice of his, making you dizzy.

“I need to remember how good you wrap around me when I’m away and I can’t touch you,” he breathes out, his free hand coming down your chest, palm cupping one of your breasts, kneading it harshly between his fingers.

His head comes down, lips grazing your neck, inhaling your scent as he starts leaving small pecks on your jaw, going up to your cheek. It was unknown to you how Aang was able to turn you on and make you feel butterflies at the same time.

His kisses were soft and needy, but the way his cock was buried so deep inside your cunt — twitching and growing — made you feel lightheaded. You were completely lost from the stretch, from how his cock could fit in so perfectly, how wet and hot it was to have him inside you without moving, just staying there, filling you up.

You can feel him, every inch, unmoving, overwhelming in its own way.

“I thought I was going crazy today,” he mutters as his lips leave pecks on yours, while his fingers rub your nipple, making you squirm under him.

“Mhm… I love this side of you,” you breathe out, your legs wrapping around his torso, holding him closer, keeping him there.

“I love it so much,” you whisper near his ear, your hot breath sending shivers down his spine.

“You… you do?” his voice falters, your body’s reaction drawing a shaky breath from him.

“Yes— yes,” you nod, holding onto him tighter.

“Please don’t say that— you’re making me— want to do things I shouldn’t,” he breathes through his nose, hot air coming through his nostrils and hitting your skin.

“No one’s stopping you, Aang,” you remind him, teeth grazing his earlobe, the action pulling another groan from him.

“I could stay inside you forever if you let me,” he says in a low voice, his cock twitching and his hold on your chest getting harsher, making you gasp.

“Yes…. Please, yes,” you nod mindlessly, eyes barely open.

That’s all he needed.

His head instantly drops into the crook of your neck, his body settling more fully against yours, arms wrapping around you as he finally lets himself move, just slightly, just enough to deepen the feeling of having you wrapped around him, all hot and wet.

And you hold him close.