You’re on round four—no, five?—and you’ve completely lost count. The clock on the nightstand says it’s been almost three hours since you’d argued about who could last longer and Zuko first pushed you down onto his bed, taunting, “Let’s see how long you can keep up with me, princess.”
Turns out? Not as long as him.
Zuko’s still going like he could do this all night. Hell, like he could do this all week. Sweat’s dripping down his sculpted chest, black hair sticking to his forehead in messy strands.
His hips snap into you with the same relentless rhythm he started with. “Fuuuck, Z-Zuko—hnngh—slow down—ahh!” You’re gasping, nails digging into his shoulders as another orgasm makes your pussy clench tighter.
Your thighs are trembling around his waist, pussy clenching around his thick cock like it’s trying to milk him dry for the hundredth time tonight. Everything’s so wet—your slick, his cum from the last round, the squelches from your soaked pussy.
He laughs, leaning down to bite at your collarbone. “Aww, already tapping out? But you feel so good, princess. This pretty little pussy’s so wet.” He rolls his hips in a slow grind, dragging the head of his cock through your folds before thrusting again. “Look at you… all fucked out and still taking me so well. That’s my girl.”
You whine, head tossing back against the pillow. “I can’t—nghh—I’m gonna—again—!”
“Yeah? Gonna cum on my cock again?” He speeds up just enough to make you orgasm again. “Fuck I love you, baby. Let me feel it. Give it to me.”
He keeps going—switching positions whenever you think you’re about to pass out, using his stupidly endless stamina like it’s nothing. By the time the sky outside starts to lighten, you’ve cum so many times you’ve lost track, and Zuko’s finally starting to sound a little worn himself.
His hips lose their perfect rhythm as he chases his own release for what feels like the tenth time tonight. He thrusts hard, punctuating each word. “See? Told—you—we’d—have—fun.” as he continues to stroke into your overfilled, overstimulated slick pussy. “How about round six after a quick nap?”
You turn around to look at him, body sore from being folded every which way. “Zuko, no.”
“C’mon princess? What’s one more?”
a/n: sorry for acting insane about my dadaman i stayed up late to write this omf m gonna b so dead for work tmrw but its ok cus whew I been WAITIN FOR THIS ONE like ZUKO ZADDYYY omfg I love u so much CUS WE FUCKIN FOR HOURSSS
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adult fire lord zuko x wife!reader
warnings: 18+ nsfw, fluff, breeding kink, baby fever, daddy kink
summary: when fire lord zuko sees his wife holding babies, and with everyone constantly pestering for an heir, his mind can't help but reel to darker places.
“fire lord zuko! when can we expect an heir to the fire nation?”
“fire lord zuko! are you and the fire lady expecting?”
“who will take the throne as the prince now that you have been reigning for some time?”
the relentless questioning left zuko restless. he had hoped the weight on his shoulders would ease once he transitioned from prince to fire lord, but the pressure had only increased tenfold.
you, on the other hand, were as cool as a cucumber.
as the beloved fire lady, you were adored by the entire nation. while zuko was buried in council meetings and ledgers, you spent your free time at charities, local orphanages, and schools. to put it simply, you were constantly surrounded by families—more specifically, children.
zuko watched from afar as toddlers wrapped their chubby arms around your skirts, peering up at you with wide, hopeful eyes. parents took pride in seeing the fire lady cradle their infants, and even the fussiest babies seemed to settle the moment they were tucked into your arms.
“my! you would make such a wonderful mother,” one woman remarked.
“the fire lord is a lucky man indeed,” the citizens added. “a beautiful wife and a natural mother.”
while zuko often flushed with embarrassment, you took every remark as an opportunity to tease him.
“hear that, zuko? it means we’ve got work to do,” you joked, gently rocking a sleeping infant while the crowd erupted into laughter.
it wasn’t until you were talking to one of the elderly ladies from a distance that the conversation took a turn, her voice not-so-quiet as she described the struggles of pregnancy.
“pregnancy is a beautiful thing, but very, very tedious,” the elderly lady explained. “you’re constantly waddling around with a big, round belly. your feet are swollen and bare, and your…” she motioned to your chest, “always swollen and aching.”
your face flushed with embarrassment, but zuko, on the other hand, found his mind admiring the idea.
he wasn’t in a rush to have kids, but the image of you—his wife, waddling around the palace barefoot in nothing but a flowy dress. your belly, round from carrying his baby, and your breasts swollen with milk.
it was perfect.
and that was how you ended up here, sprawled across your shared bed with your legs hooked over zuko’s broad shoulders as he held you folded in a mating press.
his cock—thick and swollen—pounded into you relentlessly, the air filling with vulgar sounds that made your eyes roll back and your ears burn.
“zu—zuko!” you cried out in pleasure.
“gonna… get you…” zuko grunted, his hips drawing back as he drove into you deeper. “pregnant… gotta breed you—”
zuko was a mess of incoherent babbling, muttering about keeping you full of his seed and the image of you walking around barefoot. his heavy body completely enveloped yours, his hands tangling into your hair to pin you in place, keeping you trapped in that vulnerable position.
“gonna keep fucking you until it takes,” he promised darkly. “until our kids are running around the palace.”
you were a moaning mess beneath him, your legs dangling in the air as he pounded into you, forcing you to take every deliciously agonizing inch of your fire lord.
“how many do you think we’ll have? one? two?” zuko laughed raspily against your ear, the vibration making your body tingle. “or twins. that’d be nice—wouldn’t it?”
“so… so nice,” you managed to moan.
zuko laughed again, adjusting his angle so he could fuck even deeper into your warm, aching core.
“fuck. you gonna make me a daddy, baby?”
“yes, zuko!” you cried, nodding your head frantically against the pillows. “yes—i’ll make you a daddy—”
“shit,” he cursed, his body drawing tight as he felt himself ready to pump you full. “say it again.”
“daddy!”
daddy. daddy. daddy.
the sound of it was music to his ears. he tossed his head back, his long, dark hair damp with sweat against his bare skin as his cock pulsed deep inside you, pumping ropes of thick, hot cum into your aching pussy.
“god, that’s it,” he growled, peering down at you with lustful, golden eyes as his chest heaved.
“gonna make sure it takes. you’re going to give me an heir, aren’t you? my beautiful, perfect, sweet wife.”
ꮼ firelord!zuko is a lovesick man when it comes to you
ᦸ sweetheart boyfriend!zuko is a hardcore yearner ⸝⸝ not proofread.
boyfriend!zuko is a very sympathetic man; he hates to see you in any amount of pain—trying to help any way he can, from making you tea to heating a bag of rice with his flames so he can rub it over your aches in an attempt to soothe.
He'll expertly rub the tense muscles on your back or carefully hold the hot bag over cramps, just happy to make things easier for you.
boyfriend!zuko has a glow whenever he sees you, a softness only you get to know. He's still kind to the others and to his friends and puts on a brave face to the nation—strong & honorable—but you see when he collapses into you after a grueling day.
Vulnerability has never come easy for him, but it's never as hard when it comes to being vulnerable and 'weak' in front of you; it's comforting, actually.
boyfriend!zuko loves when you're cuddled up in bed & lie on top of him, claiming him as your 'special heated blanket.' He finds it oddly endearing when you tug his arms around him and burrow into his skin.
Having you pressed up against him, so content and comfortable, is always so grounding after a hard day.
boyfriend!zuko lets you play with his hair in private, twirling it in your fingertips, scratching his scalp, or just running your fingers through it whenever he's lying on your chest.
Your fingers tangled in the long strands always make it easier to sleep—he's typically out within five minutes flat whenever you start youing with it.
boyfriend!zuko doesn't hide how much he cares for you; he's had countless moments in front of his men where they've caught him holding, kissing, or just touching you for reassurance, & his only reaction is to be annoyed they didn't knock first.
He's not afraid to be honest; he's in love. There's no point in being with someone if you're not in love & not at least sometimes affectionate.
boyfriend!zuko loves whenever you start yapping. He's a rather quiet person, so he adores it whenever you start going on and on about something. It could be the most mundane, uninteresting thing, & as long as you look happy talking to him, he's listening.
It's so sweet to see the way he looks at you once you start your ramblings—the soft spot is very visible with the smile on his lips.
boyfriend!zuko likes to kiss your shoulder a lot. Waking up in a tangled mess of limbs? Expect a kiss on your cheek. Getting ready together in the bathroom? Expect his arms wrapped around you and kisses on your shoulder. A moment alone? You get it. Expect a kiss on the shoulder.
It feels more intimate than a plain kiss on the cheek, and he likes the variety of reasons he can come up with for kissing your shoulder.
boyfriend!zuko is surprisingly gentle; obviously, he'd never be mean to you, but everything between you has this soft, loving undertone.
From the tone of voice he uses, how he speaks to you, & how calm he is around you, everything is serene. He does his best to never be anything like his father. Its so sweet how he treats you.
summary: zuko's straight-forwardness in appreciating the attractive qualities of the lone stranger saved by aang has you curious on whether you could get him to spill on what he thinks of you. (no major movie spoilers)
"He's very attractive." Zuko admits, eyes unblinking as he stares at the unconscious stranger.
The entire team whips their heads to stare at Zuko in unconcealed shock.
"What?" Zuko mutters, gaze lingering on the surprised expressions casted onto him, before eventually landing on yours. "He is. It's all in the bone structure."
You blink, unable to process his straight-forward words that landed on you like a gut punch. You've never considered it, the fact that Zuko also found others attractive.
It seems like a completely, silly notion now that the thought has verbalised itself in your mind. Of course Zuko would notice if others were considered attractive. Maybe it just never occurred to you in all your years of knowing him—of also finding him—
You clear your throat, forcing yourself to look away from his prying gaze, confusion alight in his eyes from your taken-aback expression.
If he's unconsciously considered the attractiveness of this stranger... has he ever—no, this should not be your priority. It doesn't matter what he thinks of you, it's not like it would change a thing. He's practically admitted it non-verbally through that monotonous admission of his, that a person's looks is assessed by him in a completely, impersonal standpoint.
Bone structure? You shouldn't be curious. Knowing Zuko, he might accidentally insult your structure if you asked.
The curiosity does not disappear. In fact, it digs deeper and deeper into the crevices of your mind—subconsciously affecting your attitude around Zuko.
It doesn't help that it's painfully obvious that he's noticed your strange behaviour ever since his comment. Once, when his hand had come up to your shoulder to alert you that everyone was boarding the ship—and your entire body jumped in response. Again, when you completely blanked out when he asked if you would like some firecracker buns.
It's not like you wanted to hyper-focus on his observation on purpose. It's just that after years of knowing him and pushing down that sub-concious attraction—of not allowing yourself to even see him as anything more than the Zuko you know, the rebound impact of all your resurfacing emotions combined with his lingering presence is far too much.
Zuko isn't the type to beat around the bush either, one of the rare habits his uncle hasn't passed onto him. In a moment of needed reprieve, your attempt at regaining your composure fails spectacularly when you find yourself in a stand-still, cornered in the back of the ship—one firecracker bun in his hand as an offering.
"Have I said something to make you uncomfortable?"
Zuko's gaze is akin to a puppy's, wide-eyed and brows furrowed. Afraid that he's done something wrong, overlooked the choice of his words once again and destroyed the atmosphere without realising.
Straight to the point as ever, you'd appreciate it more if he had given you a few more minutes to come up with a reasonable excuse. Something more plausible than 'Do you find me attractive?', a lingering question that should've remained buried in the soil that you departed from nearly an hour ago.
"Not exactly." Taking the firecracker bun from his hand, the crumbs coat your fingers. You needed something to muffle your words, anything to distract you. It's easier to focus on the lingering spice that melts into your tongue, rather than his unblinking stare.
"So—I did say something." His mouth parts, a slight tilt downward in the corner of his lip. "Or I've made you uncomfortable."
There was no winning with him. Swallowing your last bite, you brush the crumbs against your sleeve, the slouch of your posture a key sign of surrender, your invisible white flag waving at the sight of his increasingly dubious expression.
"The first one." You admit with a sigh. "Earlier—"
He leans in subtly, a habit he does when he's listening attentively, and the luscious wave of his bangs brushes against your knuckles. His amber eyes pierce through you, and the words practically die off your tongue.
Why is he looking at you like that?
It isn't fair that he has such an effect on you. You still remember the old days, when he had a worser temper instead of the softened expression that lingers warmly on you. Plus, that horrible haircut, a singular ponytail with the rest of his hair shaved off forever engrained in your mind. Even recalling the image doesn't help calm your thundering heartbeat when the Zuko in front of you is so—overwhelming.
"You were saying?" He prods gently.
You swallow, averting your gaze. "When you mentioned... about attractiveness. Was that like—a spur of the moment kind of thing, or do you have a first impression for everyone you meet?"
His brows furrow for a moment, before recognition lights his golden gaze. "Ah—that."
"Right, that." You feel the seat warming beneath you in your embarrassment, a hallucination of senses in your sudden need to escape his assessing gaze. He barely even remembers his comment, and here you are, still obsessively prying over it.
"I was only answering Toph's question." He states. "No one was stating the obvious."
"The obvious." You muse. "Do you assess the attractiveness of everyone you meet?"
"I suppose it depends." He mutters, hand rubbing over his chin in consideration. "If it was during a battle, I wouldn't be prioritising on considering the opponent's appearance. As compared to someone knocked out on the ground, it gives me plenty of time."
You barely resist a snort. Only he could treat a topic like a person's attractiveness like one of his battle strategies. "I suppose you didn't have time during our first meeting then."
As soon as the words leave your mouth, both you and Zuko freeze. Your lips clamp shut, an immediate wince shuddering through your frame. Cat's out of the bag, you suppose.
"Never mind." You wave it off, your own laugh echoing much too loudly through your ears. "It wasn't like I was wondering—well, maybe I was. You just sprung it out of nowhere earlier, and I got... curious. You don't have to answer—"
"I did." He cuts you off unceremoniously.
You blink, his vague words echoing in the thin distance between the two of you. "What?"
He swallows, and for once, he's the one flustered in this conversation. "I did notice, during our first meeting."
No way. Your first meeting with Zuko was anything but pretty. You remember being covered in sweat, grime, and ashes coating your clothes as he shot flames at you from his palms. The twisted grimace on his face when you had him writhing under your grip, as he loudly declared his revenge on you, rupturing your eardrums with all his yelling.
"You mean—" You barely resist a grin stretching on your lips. "—when I pinned you down on your airship, and you were spitting death threats into my ear."
"Yes, that." His long locks cover his ears now, but you can bet the rims are reddened from the reminder. "You were formidable."
Formidable. No, that wasn't enough. His sudden focus on the floorboards of his ship made it obvious that he was simplifying his observation.
"I was gaining the winning hand." You state out-right, disbelief coating your tone. "And you had time to notice?"
A restrained sigh escapes Zuko's gritted teeth, already regretting his slip of tongue.
"What of the angle? Does the Fire Lord recall my bone structure during our first battle too, when I pinned you to the floor?" You tease.
He scoffs in a light-hearted manner, shoulder lightly bumping into yours. "It was the first time anyone had pinned me down. I wasn't exactly given another view to look at."
"Was the view bad then?" You prod.
"Not at all." He answers absentmindedly—quickly without hesitation.
Your lips part, speechless. Zuko immediately separates his shoulder from yours, a bashful expression overtaking his features.
"Objectively." He states hurriedly, waving his arms. "I was expecting to find the Avatar at the time, not... you."
The way he says it, the almost breathless note that leaves his lips. You devour it hungrily, now being the one to lean in, prying.
"And how did you find me, Zuko?" You ask earnestly.
He huffs in defeat. His softened gaze finally meets yours again, his eyes roaming over your features, ones that he's familiarised with for years, and yet... it still takes the breath out of him. "...You were the most beautiful person I've ever sparred with."
Oh... wow. You didn't expect that.
"You were threatening to kill me." You recall in disbelief.
"I was multi-tasking." He mutters, ashamed.
Your intended snort escalates into a cackle, unable to contain yourself. "I would have never guessed that from the way you glared at me. So full of shame—and destroyed pride."
"What about you?" He asks in a hurry, though his tone drops towards the end in hesitation—hinting his regret in the wrong change in topic. He grimaces, gaze dropping to his tightened fists over his lap. "...Did you find my scar hideous?"
Surprise colours your features.
Immediately shaking your head, you're at a loss for words on how to convey just how off-course he was on his guess. How could you ever find Zuko hideous? Your heart barely survived your visits to the Fire Nation, not when their own Fire Lord always insisted on attending to your presence personally, even when it arose suspicion of your shared bond with him, to have him so easily distracted when you arrived on his lands.
Even now, he's overwhelming your vision. Healthy muscles that are barely hidden under his clothes, or the hair he's refused to cut ever since his youth that now flows lusciously down his broad back. His amber eyes that glint golden when the sun reflects his irises, and even the conjured image of the way his arms move when he's fire-bending.
He's— "Beautiful."
By the time you realise your second slip of the tongue, Zuko has already blinked once, caught off-guard.
You purse your lips, finding this conversation to be as riveting as it is a weaponised self-attack. "Objectively speaking. You're attractive, Zuko."
"Objectively." He repeats slowly, amused that you're using his own deflecting choice of words.
"Fine, like really attractive." You deadpan. "It's annoying, because I'm supposed to be focused on the mission, and you're just... standing there."
It was the truth. You couldn't be the only one who noticed it. His subtle change in demeanour over the years, how he carried himself into a room now instead of randomly announcing his arrival at the worst timings. Even Sokka noticed.
He snorts, and the sound deflates the tension in your chest. "Funny, I should be saying that about you."
You gasp, expression aghast. "You're joking."
"It is not honourable to lie." He shrugs. "You've always been the most magnetic in my eyes. I can never find myself looking away from you."
You grow quiet, the genuine sincerity in his words leaving you defenseless. Have you been blind all along? Is that why he always sent letters—asking you to visit his nation for purposes other than meetings? Or why he sought for your company constantly during this entire trip, despite it being the first time the entire set of Team Avatar being together in months?
You had been too focused on what was comfortable and familiar, to teasing and prodding, that you never considered this.
"For the record." You whisper, leaning in to truly look at him. "I never found your scar hideous. You were always beautiful to me, Zuko."
He swallows, something intense flickering in his gaze—but too fleeting for you to catch onto it. Maybe it had always been there, when his eyes linger on your form when he accompanied you in his palace gardens, or even back then, when he was a banished prince who sought for you, even with a grimace on his face.
"That haircut when we first met, though?" Your smile breaks out into a toothy grin. "Absolutely hideous."
The softness in his gaze falters, before a groan rumbles past his throat. "Will you ever let that one go?"
"Never."
He lets out a low breath, drained of his energy. "I admitted to finding you attractive, and this is my repayment?"
"Who's finding who attractive?"
Sokka's voice strikes a jump in your shoulders, and Zuko's in an impressive halt, frozen completely after being caught red-handed.
"Ah, between the two of you—" Sokka whistles. "I was wondering who was going to break first. Congrats, love-birds!"
"We're not—" Your voice clashes with Zuko's. "This isn't—"
You sneak a glance to Zuko, and his hand is already covering half of his face, his embarrassment shielded by the shadow of his large palm.
Sokka's confused gaze switches between the two of you, blinking slowly.
"Ah, couple years too early?" Sokka shrugs, before clicking his tongue. "That's rough. I'll check back in with you guys in another time." Making his way back towards the front, he shouts once more to prove his point. "Just don't let me catch you guys making out or anything, I'll need to poke out my eyes for that one!"
"...We better restrain him before he starts blasting it as news to everyone." You groan.
"Agreed." He mutters.
Right as you made your move to leave, Zuko's hand grips yours—stopping you.
You lift your head, meeting his gaze. "Yeah?"
His Adam's apple bobs up and down, consideration clear in his expression before he decisively leans in. His voice is a warm hush, soft and intimate when he whispers. "For the record." Your own words echo back to your ears in the low hush of his voice. "I wasn't only referring to our first meeting when I said that you're beautiful."
His smile quirks up into something tender, a secret expression reserved only for you. ...At this rate, your curiousity was really going to be the death of you.
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a/n: i need to write more firelord zuko stat. he looks so good and still so awkward my childhood crush has been reignited.
dating zuko definitely isn't for the weak, you've realized.
even before he became the fire lord when he was just a travel companion, oh heavens you couldn't handle him.
sure, he was hot-tempered, got some problems with his people skills, and made enemies left and right.
but oh no no no, you're not talking about that. you've long since gotten over that.
well, you guess except for one thing… try taking tempered out of hot-tempered, and you'll get?
hot. of course, he's a fire-bender, it's natural for him to be hot. but not hot HOT, hot HOT!
hot as in when he sleeps on his stomach next to you in your shared bed, his long tresses running along his bare back with an arm circled around your waist. the way his biceps flex whenever he moves to change positions, or to blindly search for you when he notices that his hand wasn't around your waist anymore. the amount of times you've thanked the heavens for moments like this.
orrrr, hot when his top always ends up being burned to a crisp from intense fights with the bad guys, giving you all the glory to ogle over his exposed big biceps.
which is exactly what you are doing right now.
the battle against tagah was over and republic city was left in shambles, people in distraught, and zuko topless. you and katara were in charge of healing the injured meanwhile the others were assisting citizens and rebuilding the city.
"katara, i'm gonna take a short break. i'll be back later!"
you walked around the city searching for your hunk of a boyfriend when you noticed a crowd of ladies squealing loudly and surrounding a man.
wait, that's your man.
"Lord Zuko, are you perhaps single?"
"um, I'm afraid n—"
"I can be your girlfriend!"
"no, choose me!"
you stared at them amused as you walked up closer to the heated crowd. a lady gushed beside you, "oh heavens, his biceps are as big as my head!" oh, you couldn't agree more. you nodded eagerly at her as you both stared at him adoringly.
meanwhile, zuko seemed overwhelmed from the attention of the thirsty ladies as questions bombarded him. he looked like he was ready to excuse himself until his eyes landed on you among the crowd, immediately his gaze softened, before deadpanning at how you were doing nothing at all. he looked at you in a silent plead as you just smiled at him before turning to your right and see aang in the distance.
"oh, is that the avatar?"
and on cue, the ladies turned to the direction you were looking at and immediately started sprinting towards said unsuspecting victim.
zuko let out a sigh of relief as you walked towards him.
"hey, handsome."
he pecked your cheek. "hello, dear."
"so had your fun watching me suffer earlier?" he crossed his arms, his muscles bulging out for your eyes to feast on.
you grinned, "yep." you grabbed his arms and place them around your waist. "i mean...who wouldn't when I see...this." your hand motioned at his bare torso, earning an amused chuckle from him.
"and you're not jealous?" he tilts his head in humor.
you slapped his arm in a feign amused shock. "oh why would I? they can only eye you up from a distance while I get to have all this to myself." you smooshed his cheeks, kissing his puckered lips. "and they don't get to kiss the precious lips of the fire lord." he smiled and swayed your bodies.
"or his forehead" you pecked his forehead.
"or his nose" that earned a snort from him as you kissed and snuggled your nose against his.
"or his eyes" he closed his eyes as you kissed both of them, his hands around your waist pulled you closer to him. "and?"
you grinned. "the rest are reserved for the bed." he rolled his eyes as he kissed you once more.
"you know, if you kiss me one more time, i'll—" he cuts you off, smooshing your cheeks.
"okayy, since you're here now, i've wanted to discuss an upcoming festival held in the fire nation."
"a festival?"
he nodded. "yes, the fire days festival." he continued to explain what the festival was all about as your eyes slowly drifted down to his chest.
"there will be fireworks—"
"mhm.." your eyes travelled to his abs.
"—the dragon dancing is the main event—"
"mhmm.." you hummed in response as your gaze drifts toward his bulging biceps, looking way too delectable to not have a taste.
"—I was thinking if you wanted to— hey, are you even list—"
you took a big bite of his bicep, and he yelped in surprise.
he looked at you blankly for a moment before shaking his head. "we'll talk about it later..."
soon enough, you let go of his bicep and gave it a kiss. "listen...you really can't blame me you know..." your hand rested on his chest. "you.....bother me."
he gave you a weird look. seriously in the public?
his hand rubbed circles on your waist as his other hand took your hand off his chest, bringing it to his lips while staring at you with those deep amber eyes. "and what do you want me to do with that?"
"oh, i don't know...maybe take a quick break somewhere?" you batted your eyelashes, looking all innocent.
he tilts his head. "think you can take up a few rounds?"
you could only smile in response. yep, he definitely isn't for the weak.
author's note: zuko + big biceps is a death combo. dead ass the amount of smut fanfics after the atla leaks is so real. im going FERAL over him, if i were there i'd be biting his biceps 24/7 LOOK HOW HUGE THEY ARE
i was gooning over jason todd until he came, so im gooning over two traumatized men
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you were zuko’s entire world, and it was no doubt that he loved you more than anything, but even you had to admit that he had a very lustful side. at times, especially during particularly cold and quiet evenings, he just couldn’t keep his hands off his wife.
laying in bed next to the firelord, his arms wrapped around your waist as he embraced you from behind. it was a long day for him, spending coutless hours meeting with his advisors and countless discussions on issues with the fire nation colonies. you couldn’t help but soothe your poor husband minutes earlier when he had first entered your bedroom after spending the entire day away from his firelady.
it was, no, seemed innocent at first, aleast until his hands undid your robe and started slowly inching higher and higher up your chest as he caressed the supple skin. you could almost feel the smirk on his face when his palms met your breasts, feeling him poke your ass from underneath the covers.
your nipples peaked embarassingly quickly as you tried to reprimand him.
“zuko.” you scolded him, having to bite back a moan when he pinched both peaks.
his mouth found the side of your neck as he sucked on the skin, only humming a “hmm?” in response.
“please get some rest, you have to leave for a meeting with the earth king first thing tomorrow. it’s already late.” you insisted. “they won’t be pleased if you show up late aga- haah… fuck…”
you moaned as his fingers met your clit through your damp undergarments, your head throwing back as he rubbed circles around the nub.
“what was that, my love?” he sneered, grinding his hips onto yours as he continued to leave marks on your neck.
“z-zuko…” you whimpered, subconciously grinding onto his hand.
“mhm?”
you opened your mouth to tell him to stop only to cut yourself off with a moan when two of his fingers slipped into your cunt, pumping in and out at a brutal pace.
“that’s what i thought.”
as if the sensation of his long digits bullying your pussy wasn’t enough, his other hand rolled your nipple, leaving you at a loss for words. you let out loud needy moans, your hand immediately darting to your mouth to save yourself from the self-induced embarassment.
“shy already? mmm you’re so desperate, huh?” zuko smugly muttered, picking up the pace on his fingers as he grinded harder from behind you.
as you felt your climax approaching, you decided to give up all resistance for the sake of your own pleasure.
“clenching around my fingers so tightly, fuck… now, what was that about my meeting with the earth king, honey?” he grinned.
“i… aahhh… d-don’t know what you’re talking about…”
ᝰ.ᐟ waking up feeling more than a little needy, you can't help but wake up your husband so that he can fulfil your needs. fem!reader. based on this ask! cw! somno, oral (m and f receiving), previously established consent for free use ig idk, p in v, unprotected, creampie, smut little/no plot
a/n: i am so happy about this ask omg i need zuko so bad #letmehit #pls #needthat i got a little lazy i'm sorry guys
waking up with an ache between your thighs has been a consistent problem for you ever since he's been gone with aang. for the first week or two, your celibacy wasn't difficult. you missed him, not the sex...
...is what you'd say if you wanted to be sweet. but shit isn't cute when you're horny and your fingers just aren't reaching the same depths as his cock! so naturally, when your ravishingly handsome returned home, you had your fill.
or so you thought. it's 2:51 am when your eyes open, the sleep leaving your body disappointingly fast. you know you won't be able to fall back asleep for quite a while now. attempting to sit up, the weight of his arm drags you back down. right. he's back.
smiling to yourself, you roll over to face his sleeping form, softening at the sight of him. eyes shut, lips gently parted, hair loosely put up. you press yourself against him, pillowing your head on his bicep.
his chest rises and falls slowly, consciousness busy in a world of his own making. you shift closer, pressing yourself against him completely, peppering light kisses across his face. he lets out a faint hum, arm tightening around your waist.
it started off innocent, your desire for closeness—you swear! but with his shirtless body pressed against you, his scent, his arm wrapped around you...it's not your fault that you're starting to get worked up.
at first, you decided that you'd deal with it on your own. before he'd passed out, he'd spent quite a bit of time and energy in satisfying you, even after his tiring trip. slowly shimmying out of his hold, you put some distance between the two of you, laying flat on your back.
you slide your hand between your legs, finding yourself wet. gathering up your slick, you start to circle your swollen clit, but huff out of frustration at the dull feeling. you abused the poor bundle of nerves a little too much over the past couple of hours, and now it just doesn't feel as good.
moving your fingers lower, you slide two into your entrance, curling them upwards. you feel a jolt of pleasure, but it's gone just as quick. you keep this up for the next couple of minutes until you're left overheating, sweaty, and frustrated.
sitting up, you toss the blanket off your body, turning your gaze to zuko. you feel bad, seeing how peaceful he looks right now, but you just can't help yourself. not to mention, he has said in the past that he would be okay with you waking him up for sex...
biting your lip, you shift closer, kissing his cheek. "my love," you murmur. he hums again, shifting onto his back, still asleep. you move lower, slowly running your hands down his shirtless body. he twitches a bit as you get down to his pants, slowly tugging them low enough for his cock to spring free.
you begin slowly stroking it, watching it begin to harden under your touch. you lean down, kissing the tip, eyes focused on his face to see if he's aware of what's happening yet. he's still asleep, so you pick up your efforts. you take half of his length into your mouth, wrapping your tongue around it, slowly moving your head.
little by little, his breathing starts to become shallow, and he moves around a bit. you pick up your pace, and are met with his familiar voice. "[name]...?" he mumbles groggily, his bleary eyes opening.
you hum around his cock and he groans, his head falling back. "what- haah...what are you doing...?" he pants, his hand gently sliding into your hair. you pull back, going back to stroking him. "m'sorry. do you want me to stop?" you ask, tilting your head. he chuckles breathlessly, lifting his head up to look down at you again. "no...just a little surprised."
you smile, kissing his tip. "need you, zuko...please." you whisper, slowly rising to hover over him. he blinks the sleepiness away, his hands moving down to cup your hips. "mm, of course, my love..." he hums, dragging you closer.
you straddle him, pressing your lips to his gently. he returns the kiss, one hand sliding up your back and coming to rest on the back of your neck. you quickly deepen the kiss, gently biting down on his lip. he whines a little, parting his lips to let your tongue invade his mouth.
you start grinding your hips back against his already hard cock, dragging your clothed cunt over his length. he moans quietly, hips jerking up. "god, i can feel how wet you are..." he breathes. "you've become so much needier." he teases.
"whose fault is that?" you mumble, kissing down his neck. he hums, tilting his head back. "i know—it's mine. so i have to make it up to you, hm?" he smiles, rolling the two of you over. you giggle, legs bracketing his hips. he smiles, pushing his boxers off all the way. "don't worry. i've thought about this a lot too." he whispers, starting to kiss your neck.
as he sucks and mouths at your sensitive skin, his hands move down to undo your robe, letting it fall open. "god..." he murmurs, pulling back to look at you. "my beautiful wife." he coos, starting to kiss down your chest. you exhale shakily, sliding your hand into his hair, letting it fall out of its loose bun. you look down at him, meeting his golden eyes that see you and only you.
his warm mouth gently descends onto your breast, tongue probing at your nipple. you whine quietly, arching a little. as he lavishes attention on your breasts, his left hand slides between your legs, gathering your slick. you gasp shakily when he touches your sensitive clit, head falling back.
after a few minutes of that, he slowly begins moving south again, kissing along your stomach. you suck in a breath, gently pushing his hair out of his face. he smiles, hands coming to hold your thighs. he nuzzles against your right thigh, pressing kisses to it, keeping it sweet and soft. you huff, hips bucking a little. "zukooo..." you whine. you appreciate his loving touches—really, you do. but right now, you want him to fuck you.
he chuckles quietly, pressing one last kiss to your thigh before burying his face into your cunt. you moan, back arching up off the bed, thighs clamping down around his head. he eats you out like a man starved, messy and needy, hands on your thighs trying to pull you impossibly close.
all too quickly, it becomes too much. you start trying to run from the overwhelming pleasure, but zuko doesn't let you. before you know it, your orgasm hits you like a wave, his name leaving your mouth in a desperate moan.
he helps you ride through your orgasm, leaving one final kiss to your clit before pushing himself up onto his forearms, his hips nudging yours. "good?" he murmurs. "mhmmm...but i want you, baby." you pant. he smiles, kissing the corner of your mouth.
he guides his cock to your entrance, rubbing his tip against your slit to gather the wetness, before pressing it against you. "you ready?" he asks gently, pressing his forehead to yours. you nod, wrapping your legs against his waist. he slowly pushes in, each inch stretching you deliciously. you mewl, hips lifting up to meet him halfway.
once he bottoms out, he goes still, burying his face into your neck. "fuck..." he pants, pulling out almost entirely, before slamming back in. you gasp, nails digging into his back. "zuko-! fuck..." you cry out, holding onto him desperately as he sets a punishing pace.
he reaches down, rubbing at your clit, mouthing at your neck. already sensitive from your previous orgasms from now and a few hours before, you whimper out his name. he pulls his fingers away, sliding them into your mouth as he continues to fuck you.
you suck on his fingers, tasting yourself on them. he groans—from both the pleasure he feels, and from the pornographic sight of you sucking on his fingers like it's your favorite thing in the whole world.
"mm..." you release his fingers, brows furrowing. "i'm close- fuckfuckfuckfuck, please zuko.." you pant. "it's okay. it's okay, me too. just come for me." he encourages, pushing your thighs up to put you into a deep mating press.
it's not long before another orgasm washes over you, your pussy clamping down on his cock. he whimpers, continuing to thrust messily into you as he spills inside of you, hips jerking a little before he goes limp. he lets your legs stretch out before he flops onto you, panting against your neck.
you exhale deeply, playing with his hair. "that was nice." you muse, earning a snort. "so casual." he teases, kissing your shoulder.
࿐ synopsis ⦂ you could wear the crown and speak the right words and smile at all the right moments; and still find yourself alone in a garden, wondering if loving the fire lord was ever supposed to feel this much like disappearing.
꒰꒰ involving contents ⦂ soft angst with a pure fluff ending, fire lady responsibilities, a random oc, hidden feelings and a confrontation.
they dressed you in red and gold the way they'd dress a weapon before it's presented, with a manner that had nothing to do with what you want.
you stood very still while the handmaidens work. the robes were heavy, though the pins for your hair were even heavier. a headpiece was placed at your crown, while you admired the making of you becoming someone you didn't quite recognize, in the bronze mirror.
...fire lady... the title rested in your chest, bright enough with status, but never truly feeling like it belonged to you.
ZUKO appeared in the threshold behind your reflection. he was already dressed for this kind of life... the attire of statecraft suited him differently than it once did. you can see it in the way he carried the weight of the crown with admirably acceptable that this was where he was meant to be.
his eye found yours in the mirror. "are you done here?"
for a second, you thought of honesty... of the hundred courtiers waiting beyond the doors... the ministers with their assessments in their eyes... the way every room in this palace seemed to judge you. but amongst all that worry, you still thought about how much you love him, and how that love taught you to give in to the life that was offered with him...
"yes!"
the banquet was a perfection of performance.
you smiled when you were meant to. zuko sat to your left and managed the table of highborns like he had made peace with being looked at. you watched him from the corner of your eye... he was so good at this. how was he so good at this.
you weren't any good at it...
that you knew, the moment LADY SHAN, wife to one of zuko's senior generals, asked you what you make of the proposed trade with the earth kingdom... an easy question to anybody. you opened your mouth, and the only honest answer in your tired mind, was... I haven't been spoken to, on it properly and I'm afraid of saying the wrong thing... but, you decided to let it go with carefully dragged out words that probably meant nothing to her. you held your breath as she gave a polite smile and kept on.
when the final course arrived, you were so far behind your own eyes that the candlelights were speaking to you. you smiled for the last time, waiting for it to be over.
you were trying to even out your breathing when you heard his footsteps. zuko found you perched on the garden's bench, overgrown compared to the formal ones near the audience chambers... no one has been here in years.
"you left..." he brought up, attention shared between your abandoned headpiece beside you, your unheld up hair... and finally, the way you were sitting, shoulders down, face tilted up to the midnight sky.
"I needed air."
"I know." he came to sit by your side, close in silent comfort. "I saw your face during the shan conversation."
your eyes flutter shut for a second too long. "was it obvious?"
"to me." he spoke in hushed tones. "not to her."
you glanced down at the folded hands in your lap, still wrapped in red silk. "I don't know what I'm doing in there, zuko. I know how to be... I know who I am. I know that. but I don't know how to be that in there, in that room, with all of them watching me decide what words to say before I say them." you exhaled. "I don't know how to be your fire lady in a room that already has an opinion about what your fire lady should look like."
zuko stayed quiet for long enough, that you just had to face him. his profile, in the dim light, was serious for you mattered to him and he, now had to work out what to say without destroying your bond.
"...when I became fire lord," he began, "I sat in that throne room for an entire day of petitions and I understood maybe a third of what was being asked of me. and I had trained for it. I was certain everyone in the room knew how out of place I looked."
"that's different. you're... "
"I'm what?"
... you sighed, swallowing it back... you're zuko.
"I didn't marry you because you were born for this," he said. "no one is born for this. I barely survived learning it, and I had years of it before my exile as preparation." he twisted to look you in the eyes, now. "I married you because you are... you're honest in a way that people in that room have forgotten how to be. you're kind without overthinking it. you see things." he paused. "those aren't weaknesses in a fire lady. those are exactly what the fire nation has been missing."
"I couldn't answer a question about trade policy," you deflected.
"I'll have someone fill you in on that. properly, this time .. I should have done that already. that's on me." his jaw tightened slightly at his mistake of being so caught up on having you a wife and your time, that he forgot, the both of you weren't the only two to exist in his world of duties. "I keep forgetting that I can't just throw you in and expect you to swim because I know you can. that's not how this works. you needed scaffolding and I didn't build you any and I'm sorry."
"I'm not fragile," you started. "I'm not asking you to protect me from it."
"I know you're not." zuko picked up the headpiece from beside you, tumbled it over in his hands, studying detail. "I'm asking myself to be better at the parts of this that are mine to carry. preparing you. telling you when something's going to be hard instead of assuming you'll figure it out." he set it down, gently. "we're a team in this. that means the failures are mine too."
he stared you down, waiting on you... though you weren't sure what he was waiting for... permission, correction, or simply for you to say something true .. the truth is what you chose.
"I was scared tonight," you confessed. "not all the time. there were moments I was fine. but the scared parts were very scared."
"that's allowed." his eyes, in this light, were very gold. "I was scared tonight too, for the record."
a half laugh left you. "you looked so calm."
"I've had more practice looking calm than being calm." the corner of his mouth lifted heavenward. "It's a different skill."
you spilled laughter again, properly this time, and something in your chest set free the tension that had been building since the handmaidens first pinned your hair.
zuko reached over, in search of your hand. his fingers were always fired up. "...next time," he said, "come find me before you disappear into the garden. we can leave together for a few minutes. I need the air too."
"people will notice."
"let them." his thumb swiped your knuckles, once. "I am the fire lord. If I decide my wife and I need five minutes of quiet, I think I can make that decision."
it was quietly radical in his words of my wife... you were never something as little as a title, or a trophy draped in gold to be presented to crowded rooms.
you flipped your hand over and held his the right way. "alright" you agreed. "next time."
he nodded, but neither of you moved for a while. the lantern light from the main hall was lost to the moonlight. you can hear the faint drift of a late musician still playing in the palace... you sat in the garden until the song ended. soon, Zuko fetched your headpiece, standing, and offered you his hand... it was time to return... together.
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