Contains: zuko x wife!reader, smut, p in v sex, missionary, mating press, he's down bad but also kinda dom so switch!zuko?, belly bulge, dirty talk, overstimulation in general, praise, breeding, lil dabble
He was overstimulated and his skin was burning yet he would rather drag a dagger into his chest than stop moving his hips. Because at the end of the day, how dare he? How dare he leave his wife all alone for the first time since they got married for days to go to neighbouring nations on boring political councils?
You had your legs wrapped around his waist locking him in place. Putting all your might into only letting him move out if he was going to give you his long achingly deep thrusts in return. He had cum twice already, didn't take long considering the fact that at this point he has been trained to only cum when you were present. He was dizzy at this point, squeezing his eyes shut as he held onto your hips and not only fucked into you but lifted you up slightly to fuck you onto him. The raise gave the perfect angle for his tip to kiss your cervix and make you gasp with every thrust like you're experiencing it for the first time.
The huge fireplace in your bed chambers crackled and somehow it looked cold compared to the burning sensation of your impending fourth orgasm. You whined and arched your back. Zuko felt your lower back curl in his hands, making him move one to slide it from your hip, pass over your stomach and sternum and cup your jaw. He was gentle but steadfast in his grip as he moved your thrown back head to face him.
"I'll never do it" he said out of breath looking into your eyes. You clenched around him making both of you moan. "Fuck" he groaned, "I'll never go far from you, I'll never go where I can't reach and touch this body". His words made you whine. He make his thrusts somehow rougher, deeper, harder. "Don't ever wanna leave this pussy" he said looking at his cock stuffing you full. With soft whimpers and tears prickling on your lash line you shook your head. "Never, never letting you go," his heart(and cock) thumped at your honey voice. "Want me to stay here? And pleasure you, my wife?" he asked teasingly as if he wasn't just as much of a mess. "Always wanna be full of you, all of you" you said, nodding.
He moved, rough and quick. Throwing your legs over each of his shoulders, making you feel his biceps press on the underside of your thighs. And he bent over. Oh shit.
The new angle made his cock, not kiss your cervix, but start bruising it. You felt impossibly full and content. Screaming out your husband's name without shame. His head leaned down kissing you deeply drinking in your loud moans and returning to you his down deep groans with the occasional breathy whine.
One of his hands stayed angeling your legs so they don't slip off his shoulders. The other stayed on your jaw tilting your face to deepen the kiss and shoving his tongue in your mouth.
His thrust weren't robotic- just in out, in out. He used his abdominal muscles to curve his hips into you. He not only thrusted in but also up. The drag and the sensitivity made you both whine helplessly like you weren't the ones doing this to each other.
"So deep...fuck, you're- oh fuck, so deep" you whispered between whines. He nodded running his hands across you, from your face to your hips, enjoying the feeling of your body twitching from pleasure. His hand stopped before it could reach your hips though. Stopped on your stomach. Right below your belly button. He squeezed his eyes shut. "Oh my fucking god" he whispered, genuinely trying to compose himself. You were too lost in your pleasure to hear him but you felt it. You felt his palm press down slowly, letting him feel how his cock was hammering into you even better. You let out a gasp, followed by a whimper at the feeling of the bulge that formed everytime your husband bottomed out into you. "I told you it's-" you couldn't finish your sentence.
"Wanna have this all the time" he said. Was your husband not making sense anymore? "Wanna fill you up so nicely" Oh. Oh. "Even when my cock isn't inside this perfect pussy I want it to have my cum deep inside" he kept talking while still thrusting, mouth inches from your face, you felt the honesty in his hot breath.
"Wouldn't you want that, baby? Want me to get you nice n' full?" You could only moan and helplessly lay your palms on the muscles that formed his v line that tensed with every thrust. But you nodded. Nodded and looked him in the eyes. That's all he needed to cum again.
He slammed into you, cumming as deep inside as he could, making you feel every wave of his orgasms. He continued in quick shallow thrusts, filling you up.
But not before dipping his fingers in his mouth. Getting his middle and ring finger wet and then tilting them towards your mouth. You opened your mouth feeling the wet digits slip inside, welcoming the needed distraction. After a how bobs of your head he pulled them out and dragged them down your body. Leaving a wet trail between your breasts and down you body while looking directly into you eyes, watching them follow his wet fingers. They reached down to gently rub your clit while his orgasm was still going, cum still spilling inside you.
You immediately clenched and arched from his actions. Letting out stuttering moans, your toes curled, "Close..I'm clo- fuck I'm gonna cum" you said hurriedly almost out of breath. Borderline panicking at how fast your orgasm approached. "I want nothing more from this life than to watch you cum around my cock, my love." Those words were your demise. With shaking thighs and twitchy hands you screamed, your back arching off the bed as your climax hit you with no mercy.
"That's my girl, fuck, that's it" he said stroking your thighs as you calmed down.
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It didn't take particularly much convincing honestly. Not only because it truly sounded intriguing to him and he trusted you. But also since you married the firelord, and he got to call you his wife, you rarely ever heard the word no. All over the palace, all everyone ever heard was: my wife this, my wife that, well my wife, my wife and I, etc.
It was the level of trust he had in you that also played a big role in his agreeing to now be sat down on a chair in your bed chambers with his hands tied behind his back.Β
The chair was an intricate piece of dark wood that creaked every time the ropes that connected the back of the chair with his arms got pulled. The rope was a dark red, thick material that wrapped from his shoulders and chest to his wrists tightly making his deltoid and bicep muscles pop even more. His hair was messy, and he was panting even though you hadn't done much of anything to him. Your husband kept looking between you and his cock, which was pitifully drooling between his legs. The tip was slightly red and the precum that glazed it glistened in the dim light of the fireplace.
You, his pretty wife, who was standing with your back towards him, taking a cup of ice from a tray, in your silk, flowy robe. All you had done was kiss him earlier as you were tying him but the tension and his anticipation made the air in the room feel thick.
You turned and walked to him. With one hand you held onto the little bowl of ice, with the other you held his face by his jaw, lifted up towards you and stroked his chin sweetly. "You're twitchy, my love," you voiced your observation. Zuko let out a stuttering exhale, trying to use all his non-short-circuited neurons to speak. "I-I think it's gonna feel weird," he said with that boyish charm of his that came out when he was vulnerable. "Oh, I will make sure it feels good for you, sweet love," you leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth. His heart melted at his wife's sweetness.Β
Slowly you started by keeping your hand in the ice bowl for a few seconds to get it nice and cold. Then you reached and grazed up the underside of his cock with two cold fingers. His thigh muscles immediately tightened as he gasped. He looked down, watching how his own cock twitched above his wife's icy fingers. "Shh," you said soothingly, stroking his thigh with your other hand.
Then you dipped your hand back in the ice. When you removed it you put the pointer and middle finger of your left hand on either side of his sensitive tip. He hissed, squeezing his eyes shut as you watched his abdominal muscles spasm. "Sensitive?" you asked with an amused smile. He didn't look up or open his eyes, just nodded and hummed in agreement. You continued your motion going up and down, jarring him off with only two fingers. When you go to his tip again you brush the still cold pad of your middle finger across his leaking tip, smearing precum. Your husband's eyes widened as he whimpered and his hips bucked up into your hand. "It feels like it's burning," he said panting, his mouth slightly ajar. "Since when have you been afraid of a little burn, hmm?"
He smiled lazily at your rhetorical question. You took that as a sigh and grabbed one ice cube from the bowl. "Sweetheart, I don't kno-" he started as he stared at your hand holding the cube threateningly close. You shushed him, reaching over and gliding your warm palm against his abdomen knowing he liked that. "Just look at me, baby," you said soothingly. He nodded dumbly, and it twisted your heart seeing how little it took for him to trust you.
You used your waterbending and molded the ice cube into half a circle. You slid it down the underside of his cock. He whimpered, his v line tightening as he bit his lower lip. His hips started to buck up. "Did you like it, baby?" you asked, pulling it away after a few seconds. He nods, "I don't know, I- keep going," he said, your husband's usual voice had become breathy slurry.
"Good." You knew he'd like it. Your husband, like every firebender, ran hot almost permanently. So you knew that the contrast between his skin and the ice would have him twitchy and shivering in no time.
You molded it into a full circle, the exact circumference of his girth. "Oh fuck..." he only said as he looked at the ice mold. You inched it closer, passed it over the bump of his head and immediately saw the straining of the rope against his skin. You continued until the ice ring was halfway down this length, then you lifted it up again but didn't take it off. It reached the tip and you pulled it down again. He let out a moan that sounded more indulgent than he previously let on.Β
You did that a couple times and his breathing turned sporadic and deep. At that point you had only ever put the ice on him for a couple of seconds, so the first couple of times you thrusted it down his whole length had him reeling.
You expanded the ring a bit more with your bending so it would fit snuggly around the hilt of his cock and you left it there. "Sweetheart, i-it's a little tight," he said between whimpers. "It should be," you said, reaching for the bowl again and taking a new ice cube out. "Wh-" he started, "Honey." And he closed his mouth.Β
You inched it closer , first to his stomach, right below his belly button. The muscle under the skin tensed instantly. "Oh you're just messing with me now," he whined. "Mhmm, and what about it?" You asked, smiling innocently at your poor husband. He sighed as his body shivered.
You raised the ice cube, letting it pass over the line between his abs, making his torso curl and the chair creak under the strength of the firelord. The ice left a wet trail that glistened in the light,Β matching with that of his reddened cock. You moved it up further, lifting it to pass over the rope and enter his chest area. His breath caught as you circled it around one of his nipples. It hardened as his hips bucked up, searching for more friction than just the stationary icy ring. You passed the little ice cube over his nipple, making him whine. "Oh god, that feels so good, fuck," he panted.
You pointed up with your other hand and in an instant the ice ring on his cock started moving up. Then you pointed down and it went downwards effectively making your husband jerk his hips and let out a strangled moan. He tightened his jaw and he watched your finger go up and down while your other hand kept circling his nipple still. "Baby, I'm getting close, please," his hips stuttered. You stopped the movements of the ring, kept it in the air at a medium distance from him. "Go on then, my love, fuck up into it," you grazed his face with the same hand that was moving the ice mold until now. He whimpered at your sweet voice and wasted no time, thrusting his hips up, the lines of the rope pulling with his movements.
He gasped, whimpered, panted as he worked to get himself close. And he was getting close, so close. You smiled adoringly at your dear husband, humping the ring like a dog, getting himself to cum.
You took yet another ice cube. This time you put it in your mouth. You grabbed your husband's jaw and angled it. You kissed him deeply, gliding your tongue into his mouth, then pulling it away to slide the ice cube in. His thrusts continued as he whined into your mouth, surprised since he'd apparently not seen you put ice in your mouth. Once it was entirely in his mouth you pulled away and sucked on his bottom lip. "Are you gonna cum for me, baby?" You said when you noticed his hips were stuttering, his ears had gone red(firebender side-effect of being close), and his Adam's apple bobbed.
He nodded, his eyes squeezed shut. "Mhm, mgonna, yeah, I- oh fuck", he stuttered. You tangled your fingers in the back of his hair and pulled his head back. You leaned and bit right into your masochist of a husband who only took that as a push over the edge. He came with a strangled moan, his eyes rolling back, his back instinctively pulling on the ropes leaving red lines on his chest and arms. As red as the mark you left on his neck. His thick cum shot on the floor, some got on your thighs
He whimpered lowly as he calmed down, slowing down his thrusts. He looked at you with his head tilted as he panted heavily. Within a second you turned the ice ring straight into water and leaned to give him a toothachingly sweet kiss. "Did so good, my dear," you said when you pulled away. He took advantage of your proximity and leaning in, pressing his forehead against your shoulder smiling drunkenly.
