dark red sheets swallowed you and your husbandâs body as you slept together. his arms gently encircled your waist, his face pressed into the crook of your neck as per usual. zuko loved having you close like thisâjust beneath his fingertips. you were soft enough to squeeze and hug and kiss, grounding him even as he slept. your presence allowed him a peaceful rest, your warm body against his own a sensation he stated he couldnât live without.
he was so quiet when he was in bed with you, sleeping through the night like a baby. at least, thatâs what you had thought.
the small jerk of his fingers against your stomach was enough to make you shift, the tips of his fingers tickling you through your night clothes. he was probably just shifting around as well, getting comfortable.
but then his lips pressed themselves directly against your shoulder, his grip around you suddenly growing tighter.
âzukoâŠâ you whined, voice laced with sleep and discomfort. zuko wasnât one to act erratic as he slept, generally silent and stillâŠbut now it seemed a flip had switched.
âsorry..âm sorry. stop..â he whispered against your skin, but heâŠhe didnât seem as if he was talking to you. more like toâŠhimself? someone else? his mumbled apologies woke you up, but before you even had a chance to turn around, to look at himâyou heard him choke out a sob. it was so suddenâso unusual you couldnât force yourself to move. zuko? crying? it wasnât something you could proudly say you saw oftenâor ever.
âdonât g-go, iâm sorry.â he cried, slow tears rolling down his cheeks and gradually soaking your top. you stilled in pure shock for a moment, blinking as if time had stopped.
âzuko?â
he buried his face completely into your neck at the sound of your voice, letting his tears fall without resistance. he gripped onto you for dear life, the heat radiating from his palms out of emotion warming your skin.
you let him cry for a while after the realization set, allowing him quiet time without interruptions to justâŠget it all out. something you knew deep down he needed.
after a few minutes his breathing finally slowed, his tears subsiding as he held you in his arms. âiâm..iâm sorry.â this time he was talking to you, kissing your neck in apology.
he finally let you turn around to look at him, his cheeks all blotchy and pink from his own body heat, eyes red from crying. he looked soâŠvulnerable. never in your life had you seen him like this. a bit broken but still so desperate for your touch.
you cupped his cheek, wiping away a stray tear just below his eye. âwhat happened..?â
he let himself melt into your palm before shamefully replying, eyes fluttering shut to avoid the look heâd thought youâd give him.
â..itâs embarrassing.â
âzuko, itâs meâŠwhatâs wrong?â you murmured, gently pressing a kiss to his scar. he physically winced as if it hurt, knowing the pain had long faded, but something in the moment made him extra sensitive.
âit was just a nightmare..they happen sometimes, but they arenât this bad. not like today.â
âoh, my baby..â you sighed, immediately pulling him in towards your chest. you buried your hands into his hair and he breathed a sigh of relief, his own hands pressing into your back to bring you impossibly closer in response.
âi didnât mean to wake you this timeââ
âwhy? why didnât you tell me before?â you kissed his head, slowly stroking his scalp with your nails.
âi didnât want to be a burden.â he confessed, running his fingers up and down your spine to soothe himselfâand you. âi know how i amâŠi ..i couldnât do that to you.â
your poor baby. your precious husband couldnât even get himself to open up to you about something that effected him so much. it was heartbreaking.
âyou can speak to me about anything. always. i love you.â you started, pulling away slightly to look him in the eye. âi didnât write my own vows for you to take them as a joke yâknow?â
he finally smiledâeven if it was just a tiny quirk of his lipsâyou made it happen. âno..you didnât.â
âmhm..â you hummed, leaning in ever so slowly before pressing your lips against his own. he moved his mouth back almost instantly, letting out a small noise of defeat when you pulled away.
âwe have to get back to bed, zuko. you wonât get up on time tomorrow..â you chuckled, tucking a sliver of hair behind his ear. he looked so beautiful, so peaceful now.
âyouâre right, i wonâtâŠbut thatâs what my dear wife is for.â
illiâs notez; first time writing for atla donât bully me âčïžâčïžâčïžâčïžâčïž i havenât seen the new movie yet either but these leaks made me sooo excited eheheh :333 zuko is literally younger meâs bf and with this fandom revive i had to get tonwritin ;(( im so hypednfornall the new fics other writes r making too omgogmgogm ok let me stop
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Youâre on round fourâno, five?âand youâve completely lost count. The clock on the nightstand says itâs been almost three hours since youâd argued about who could last longer and Zuko first pushed you down onto his bed, taunting, âLetâs see how long you can keep up with me, princess.â
Turns out? Not as long as him.
Zukoâs still going like he could do this all night. Hell, like he could do this all week. Sweatâs 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. âFuuuck, Z-Zukoâhnnghâslow downâahh!â Youâre 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 itâs trying to milk him dry for the hundredth time tonight. Everythingâs so wetâyour slick, his cum from the last round, the squelches from your soaked pussy.
He laughs, leaning down to bite at your collarbone. âAww, already tapping out? But you feel so good, princess. This pretty little pussyâs so wet.â He rolls his hips in a slow grind, dragging the head of his cock through your folds before thrusting again. âLook at you⊠all fucked out and still taking me so well. Thatâs my girl.â
You whine, head tossing back against the pillow. âI canâtânghhâIâm gonnaâagainâ!â
âYeah? Gonna cum on my cock again?â He speeds up just enough to make you orgasm again. âFuck I love you, baby. Let me feel it. Give it to me.â
He keeps goingâswitching positions whenever you think youâre about to pass out, using his stupidly endless stamina like itâs nothing. By the time the sky outside starts to lighten, youâve cum so many times youâve lost track, and Zukoâs 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. âSee? Toldâyouâweâdâhaveâfun.â as he continues to stroke into your overfilled, overstimulated slick pussy. âHow about round six after a quick nap?â
You turn around to look at him, body sore from being folded every which way. âZuko, no.â
âCâmon princess? Whatâs one more?â
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
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.
âfire lord zuko! when can we expect an heir to the fire nation?â
âfire lord zuko! are you and the fire lady expecting?â
âwho will take the throne as the prince now that you have been reigning for some time?â
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 familiesâmore 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.
âmy! you would make such a wonderful mother,â one woman remarked.
âthe fire lord is a lucky man indeed,â the citizens added. âa beautiful wife and a natural mother.â
while zuko often flushed with embarrassment, you took every remark as an opportunity to tease him.
âhear that, zuko? it means weâve got work to do,â you joked, gently rocking a sleeping infant while the crowd erupted into laughter.
it wasnât 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.
âpregnancy is a beautiful thing, but very, very tedious,â the elderly lady explained. âyouâre constantly waddling around with a big, round belly. your feet are swollen and bare, and yourâŠâ she motioned to your chest, âalways swollen and aching.â
your face flushed with embarrassment, but zuko, on the other hand, found his mind admiring the idea.
he wasnât in a rush to have kids, but the image of youâhis 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 zukoâs broad shoulders as he held you folded in a mating press.
his cockâthick and swollenâpounded into you relentlessly, the air filling with vulgar sounds that made your eyes roll back and your ears burn.
âzuâzuko!â you cried out in pleasure.
âgonna⊠get youâŠâ zuko grunted, his hips drawing back as he drove into you deeper. âpregnant⊠gotta breed youââ
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.
âgonna keep fucking you until it takes,â he promised darkly. âuntil our kids are running around the palace.â
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.
âhow many do you think weâll have? one? two?â zuko laughed raspily against your ear, the vibration making your body tingle. âor twins. thatâd be niceâwouldnât it?â
âso⊠so nice,â you managed to moan.
zuko laughed again, adjusting his angle so he could fuck even deeper into your warm, aching core.
âfuck. you gonna make me a daddy, baby?â
âyes, zuko!â you cried, nodding your head frantically against the pillows. âyesâiâll make you a daddyââ
âshit,â he cursed, his body drawing tight as he felt himself ready to pump you full. âsay it again.â
âdaddy!â
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.
âgod, thatâs it,â he growled, peering down at you with lustful, golden eyes as his chest heaved.
âgonna make sure it takes. youâre going to give me an heir, arenât you? my beautiful, perfect, sweet wife.â
êźŒ firelord!zuko is a lovesick man when it comes to you
ኞ sweetheart boyfriend!zuko is a hardcore yearner âžâž not proofread.
boyfriend!zuko is a very sympathetic man; he hates to see you in any amount of painâtrying 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 nationâstrong & honorableâbut 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 sleepâhe'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 ramblingsâthe 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 himâof also finding himâ
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 everâno, 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 mindâsubconsciously 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 shipâand 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 attractionâof 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 shipâone 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.
"SoâI 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. "Earlierâ"
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 soâoverwhelming.
"You were saying?" He prods gently.
You swallow, averting your gaze. "When you mentioned... about attractiveness. Was that likeâa 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. "Ahâthat."
"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 wonderingâwell, maybe I was. You just sprung it out of nowhere earlier, and I got... curious. You don't have to answerâ"
"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 meanâ" You barely resist a grin stretching on your lips. "âwhen 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 absentmindedlyâquickly 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 shameâand destroyed pride."
"What about you?" He asks in a hurry, though his tone drops towards the end in hesitationâhinting 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'sâ "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 lettersâasking 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 gazeâbut 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 youâ" Sokka whistles. "I was wondering who was going to break first. Congrats, love-birds!"
"We're notâ" Your voice clashes with Zuko's. "This isn'tâ"
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 yoursâstopping 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.
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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 nâ"
"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'llâ" 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 fireworksâ"
"mhm.." your eyes travelled to his abs.
"âthe dragon dancing is the main eventâ"
"mhmm.." you hummed in response as your gaze drifts toward his bulging biceps, looking way too delectable to not have a taste.
"âI was thinking if you wanted toâ hey, are you even listâ"
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
you were zukoâs 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 couldnât 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 couldnât 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.
âzuko.â 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 âhmm?â in response.
âplease get some rest, you have to leave for a meeting with the earth king first thing tomorrow. itâs already late.â you insisted. âthey wonât be pleased if you show up late aga- haah⊠fuckâŠâ
you moaned as his fingers met your clit through your damp undergarments, your head throwing back as he rubbed circles around the nub.
âwhat was that, my love?â he sneered, grinding his hips onto yours as he continued to leave marks on your neck.
âz-zukoâŠâ you whimpered, subconciously grinding onto his hand.
âmhm?â
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.
âthatâs what i thought.â
as if the sensation of his long digits bullying your pussy wasnât 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.
âshy already? mmm youâre so desperate, huh?â 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.
âclenching around my fingers so tightly, fuck⊠now, what was that about my meeting with the earth king, honey?â he grinned.
âi⊠aahhh⊠d-donât know what youâre talking aboutâŠâ
You sink down on Zuko's cock slowly, feeling every thick inch stretch you open, and his hands immediately fly to your hipsâgripping hard enough to bruise. "Fuckk..," he groans, his head falling back against the pillow as you take him to the hilt. "Just like that baby. Take all of it."
You brace your hands on his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath your palms, the rapid thud of his heart. His skin is warmâalways warmâbut you can feel it getting hotter as you start to move. You roll your hips forward, grinding down on him, and he bucks up to meet you with a sharp thrust that makes you gasp.
"You feel so fucking good..," he pants, his golden eyes locked on yours, burning with intensity. "So tight around my cock., yeah?"
You pick up the pace, riding him harder, faster, chasing that perfect friction. His hands slide from your hips to your ass, grabbing and squeezing as he helps guide your movements. The wet sounds of your bodies meeting fill the roomâobscene and perfect.
That's when you notice the first wisps of steam curling up from his shoulders.
"Zukoâ" you start, but he cuts you off with another hard thrust upward.
"I know," he grits out, his jaw clenched tight. "Can't help it. You're making meâfuckkâ"
The steam thickens, rising from his chest now, from his arms. It's not uncomfortableâjust warm and humid against your skin, making everything even more slippery. You can feel the heat radiating off him in waves, his firebending responding to how close he's getting.
"So fucking wet already," he mutters, his breath warm against you as he looks up with those burning gold eyes. His hands pull you down so he can reach your neck, his mouth hot and hungry against your throat. "Can feel you dripping all over my cock. You love riding me like this, don't you?"
"Yesâfuck! yesâ" you gasp, your rhythm faltering as pleasure coils tight in your belly.
He groans against your skin, teeth grazing your pulse point, and the steam intensifies. You're both slick with sweat and condensation now, the air thick and heavy around you. His hips snap up harder, meeting your downward movements with bruising force.
"Need to taste you," he suddenly says, his voice rough and desperate. "Get up. Let me eat that fucking pussy."
Before you can respond, he's lifting you off himâignoring your whimper at the lossâand flipping you onto your back. He spreads your thighs wide and settles between them, his eyes dark with hunger as he looks at your soaked pussy.
"Zuko, you don't have toâ"
"I want to," he cuts you off, his golden eyes flicking up to meet yours. "Need my mouth on you right fucking now."
Then he's diving in, and you can't think anymore.
He licks you in long, firm strokes, his tongue flat and broad as it drags through your folds. The heat of his mouth is incredibleâwarmer than it should beâand it makes every nerve ending light up. He's messy with it, coating you with his spit until you're dripping, until you can hear every wet sound of his tongue working against you.
"Fuck, Zukoâ" you gasp, your hands flying to his hair, tangling in the dark strands and pulling.
He groans into you, the vibration making your hips jerk, and then his mouth closes around your clit. He sucks hard, hungry, and you cry out at the intensity. His hands grip your thighs, holding you open, and you can feel the heat of his palmsâalmost scorching.
Steam rises from his shoulders, from his back. He's panting between licks, his breath hot and damp against your sensitive flesh. You glance down and see his cock is still rock-hard, flushed and leaking against the sheets.
"You're steaming again," you manage to say, your voice shaky.
He pulls back just enough to speak, his lips glistening with your wetness. "Can't help it. You taste too fucking good." Then he's back at it, his tongue pushing inside you, fucking you with it while his nose presses against your clit.
The dual sensation is overwhelming. You arch off the bed, your thighs trembling on either side of his head. He groans into youâmuffled and desperateâand you feel it deep in your core. The steam is everywhere now, thick clouds rising around both of you, making the air humid and heavy.
"CloseâI'm so closeâ" you gasp.
He works you faster, harder, then slides two fingers inside you alongside his tongue, curling them just right. That's all it takes. You come with a sharp cry, your body convulsing as pleasure crashes through you in waves. Your pussy clenches around his fingers, and he groans like he can feel it in his own cock.
He doesn't stop. He licks you through it, drawing out every aftershock until you're pushing at his head, too sensitive to take anymore.
When he finally pulls away, his face is flushed, his lips swollen and wet. The steam rising from him is thicker than ever, and his eyes are wildâpupils blown wide with lust.
"Need to be inside you again," he says, his voice rough. "Need to feel you when I cum."
You nod, still catching your breath, and he's on you immediately. He slides back inside with one smooth thrust, and you're so sensitive it almost hurtsâbut the stretch is perfect. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
He sets a brutal pace, his hips snapping against yours. You can feel the heat of him everywhereâinside you, against you, surrounding you. The steam makes everything slippery, makes the slide of skin on skin even more intense.
"Fuck, fuck!â he chants, his forehead pressed against yours. "I'm gonna-hah..!âI'm so fucking closeâ"
You can feel it too. His cock is throbbing inside you, his whole body tensing. The steam is pouring off him now, so thick you can barely see, and his skin is almost too hot to touch.
"Cum for me,â you whisper against his lips. "Wânna to feel it. Fill me up."
That's all it takes. He buries himself deep with a guttural groan, and you feel the first pulse of his releaseâhot and thick inside you. It's warmer than it should be, almost feverish, and it makes you gasp. He keeps coming, his hips jerking with each spurt, and the steam reaches its peak, billowing around you both in a heated cloud.
"F-fuck y-yesâtake it allâ" he breathes, his whole body shuddering.
You hold him through it, feeling every twitch and pulse as he empties himself inside you. The warmth of his cum spreads through you, mixing with your own wetness, and it's almost unbearably intimate. He keeps grinding into you, making sure every drop stays deep.
Finally, he collapses on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. The steam begins to dissipate slowly, and his breathing gradually evens out. You run your fingers through his damp hair, feeling the heat still radiating from his scalp.
"You okay?" you ask softly.
He lifts his head, and those golden eyes are softer now, sated and warm. "More than okay," he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. "You're incredible."
You smile, feeling the pleasant ache between your thighs, the warmth of him still inside you. "So are you, Firelord."
He groans at the title, but there's a smile tugging at his lips. "Don't start. You know what that does to me."
You laugh, and he joins in, the sound low and content. The steam has mostly cleared now, leaving just the two of you tangled together, warm and satisfied in the aftermath.
