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The lights in the room were dim, but the silhouette of your husband was unmistakable. He was already wearing one of his sleeping robes, one that resembled yours. A part of his strong chest could be seen, and his long black hair was down, a few strands falling over his face as he stepped towards you.

He sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress sinking under his weight.

“It’s late for you,” he frowned, his hand reaching your cheek, his finger slightly grazing your skin, the touch barely there — as if he was still afraid to do it properly.

“Time works the same for both of us,” you reminded him with a raised brow, leaning into his touch.

He narrowed his eyes at you.

“Are you talking back to the Fire Lord?” he asked, trying to repress his smile.

You huffed and took his face in your palms, squishing his cheeks together.

“Are you talking back to your wife?” you frowned, and he shook his head instantly.

“That’s what I thought,” you smiled proudly as you scooched over to make space for him. “Now sit down so I can hug you. I’m cold,” you commanded, and he sighed, but obeyed.

The room truly was colder than usual, and he knew it.

He got onto the bed, the mattress lowering even more because of his weight. He was a tall, broad man, taking up almost both sides of the bed, leaving you barely any space.

That’s why, once he was settled — head on the pillow, hair splayed on the sheets, chest barely covered by his robe — you crawled on top of him, placing your face in the crook of his neck, your arms wrapping around his torso. The warmth he emitted made you feel fuzzy inside, and you nuzzled your face into his hair.

“What am I… your heater?” he sighed, his hands wrapping around your waist, massaging your skin through the thin material.

“A very handsome one, yes,” you smiled, and he scoffed.

“Compliments are not going to work,” he said dramatically as he stared down at you.

“Does the Fire Lord require anything else from me?” you asked teasingly, raising your head from his neck, balancing yourself on your elbows against his chest.

From his position, he had a very clear view of your cleavage. The robe sat loosely on your breasts, revealing the soft skin under.

He found himself staring a second too long — long enough for you to notice. When he realized, he faked a cough and looked away.

You only chuckled and lifted yourself from his chest, shifting your legs to straddle his lap.

“You know, you can touch me however you like. I’m yours, Zuko,” you reminded him.

Your hands moved to your robe, untying the knot completely, letting it fall open and reveal your breasts before him. The soft material slipped down your shoulders, bunching at your waist and hips, barely covering your bare cunt.

Zuko took a deep breath, his eyes beginning to wander over your exposed body. His face remained composed, but when his cock twitched against your inner thigh, you decided to take control.

“How can I assist you, my lord?” you tilted your head, slowly grinding yourself against his crotch, feeling him harden beneath you.

“You must have had a long day,” you purred, your voice low as your palms moved over his chest, massaging his muscles before sliding down to untie his robe.

“Take it all out on me,” you suggested, and he groaned under you.

His large hands instantly found your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he dragged you over his crotch again.

You moaned at the friction, craving more. Your fingers quickly pulled down the material of his undergarments, revealing his hardened cock, veins prominent along the length.

“Ride me,” he commanded, his hands moving to your ass, gripping firmly.

You moaned in response, your fingers wrapping around his cock, giving him a few slow pumps before lifting your hips and aligning him at your entrance. His leaking tip brushed your clit before you slowly sank down onto him, gasping the moment you felt him stretch you.

He let out another groan, teeth sinking into his lower lip to keep quiet as he watched you take him fully, your pussy molding around base perfectly.

“Fuck… fuck,” he breathed out when you squeezed him, making it harder for him to move. “I needed this… needed you.”

“Mhm— me too,” you nodded mindlessly, beginning to move your hips, riding him, your pace gradually increasing.

“How can I stay away from you?” he grunted, his hips thrusting up to meet you half way. “When you take me like this.”

His breathing turned uneven as he watched you bounce on him. Wet, squelching sounds filled the quiet room, your breasts moving with each motion, your nipples hard from the cold.

A faint smirk appeared on his face as he lifted his hands, cupping your breasts, kneading them roughly, pulling louder moans from you. His thumbs pressed against your nipples, holding them there until a warmth began to build on your sensitive buds — heat spreading just enough to make you gasp and shudder. Your skin was cold with sweat, but his touch was hot and it drove you crazy.

“Zuko,” you cried, your legs trembling, your mouth falling open.

Your hands gripped him for balance as you kept moving, the tip of him hitting that sensitive spot every time you sank down.

“More!” you whimpered, and he responded with a low grunt.

Noticing your legs weakening, he released your breasts and grabbed your hips instead, taking control. He lifted you up and down with force, the sudden pace making your head spin.

He was lost in it too — muttering curses under his breath, hair sticking to his forehead, veins standing out along his neck. His cock twitched, his release close.

You felt him grow hotter inside you, your walls tightening as you took him deeper, faster, your body trembling each time you welcomed him in. His skin grew warmer with every passing moment, until his touch felt almost burning against your skin, forcing your head back as your moans blended with his groans.

“I’m— fuck— so close,” he grunted, his control slipping.

“Inside, inside,” you pleaded, your voice breaking as your own release approached.

And with one final thrust, everything snapped.

The next moments blurred together. Your senses sharpened, your eyes rolling back as a loud moan escaped you, your body collapsing against Zuko’s burning form.

His skin was hot and damp, his touch overwhelming, and when he breathed, steam came out of his nostrils and mouth. He groaned deeply as he spilled his cum inside you, making you flinch at the intensity of the heat. His body burned from the orgasm, taking him a few moments to cool down.

“Did the stress go away?” You let out a breathy giggle in his ear, and he shakes his head.

“Should we keep going?” You suggest with a teasing smirk.

“I have duties tomorrow, love…” he exhales as he watches you straighten your back and hoover above him.

“Then stop me,” you raise a brow at him.

But he looks away, hands remaining at his sides, not even lifting a finger.

You let out a laugh.

“You are so insatiable, my lord…”

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He takes a moment before finally turning his head towards you. He lets out a small laugh, brushing it off, but his eyes stay cold, focused. He shakes his head slightly, like he still can’t believe that even in moments like this, you find a way to joke.

But then… he plays along with your little game.

“Oh yeah? How would you deal with me?” he asks, leaning a bit closer, voice laced with something… but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

It catches you off guard, and you instinctively step back a bit, not expecting him to respond like that.

“Well… ugh, it depends,” you answer, a little more uncertain now, the words coming out vague. “I don’t even know what kind of person you are in bed.”

“I see, I see.” He hums, like he’s actually considering it. “Would it help you to find out? So… you know, you can deal with me in case I get hit.”

Your eyes widen at that.

“I wouldn’t want to give you a hard time,” He continues on the same voice, leaning even closer than before.

Your heartbeat picks up, your mouth parting slightly in shock, and you swear you feel heat creeping up your cheeks. You didn’t expect him to take it this seriously this time.

“Uhm— that won’t be necessary. I’m sure you won’t get hit,” you laugh nervously.

He doesn’t even try to hide the satisfied smile that spreads across his face.

He finally cornered you.

“Are you sure?” he asks, tilting his head slightly.

“As a hero, you have to take into account every possibility, you know? It’d be a little careless of you to just assume something like that won’t happen.” His tone shifts, slipping so naturally into that analytical mode of his. “For example, what if you get hit by the quirk? Then I’d have to know how to deal with you.”

He pauses, then adds, softer— almost amused,

“So tell me.”

The smile he gives you now is different. Less reassuring… more teasing.

You just stare at him, completely thrown off, trying to process the fact that he’s actually saying this out loud.

With the way he’s looking at you— expectant — you already know there’s no escaping this.

You take a deep breath.

“I— I like when the other person takes control,” you admit, looking away as soon as the words leave your mouth.

“Oh? Really?” he hums, a hint of mockery slipping through. “With the way you act, I didn’t take you for someone who likes to be dominated.” He frowns slightly, like he’s reassessing something. “Then again… you do act like a bit of a brat. Maybe you just want someone to put you in your place.”

You blink at him, completely baffled.

“Excuse me?” you frown, your cheeks burning even hotter now.

He just smiles knowingly.

“Relax, I was just joking,” he says lightly. “You don’t have to take it so seriously.”

He uses the same words you always tell him.

“Now, let’s focus, yeah? We can keep the flirting for after the mission ends.” He pats your shoulder casually before turning away again, eyes scanning the area, making sure the villain still hasn’t shown up.

You stay quiet, still a little stunned.

Flirting?