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đŽđđŠđŞđŤđŽđźđŽ â¨ž of all the wonders throughout the four nations, only your cool, gentle touch can quell the fire lordâs heat. đđŞđŠđŻđđźđŠđŽ â¨ž  ( 8k+ ) words of . . . nsfw, husband!firelord!zuko x water-tribe!wife!reader ( blue eyes / brown skin ), canon divergent universe, established relationship, diplomatic marriage, size difference, temperature play, bondage, blindfold play, sense deprivation, edging, handjob, oral ( m!receiving ), reader is very playful ân whimsical, cowgirl position, brat taming ( zuzuâs a liiittle mean ), doggystyle, headlock, power play, creampie, slight fire-breathing, small mention breeding kink, use of pet names, explicit language, lowercase intended, minors shoo! đđ đâ´đ⯠đâŻđđâŻđ.á ⼠zuko zuko zuko . . . where do i begin! hubby came back bigger, beefier ân sexier than everrr <3 my everlasting crush on him has only grown >.< i just knew i had to eroticize him the very second i saw him cuz LORD! zuzu looks like he could fold you in half, pick it up & put it down in five minutes flat ( a girl can dream . . ) overall, i am ever so grateful for this atla resurgence! art credits here! thank you for reading, and please enjoy! â¤ď¸ đźđŠđŽđđŞ đđ đđđŚ.á ( ⍠)  cold sweat, tinashe ⨞ skin, rihanna ⨞warmth, janet jackson ⨞ say yes, floetry ⨞ i like, kut klose ⨞ baby come close, MoKenStef ⨞ so fine, mint condition ⨞ prisoner, the weeknd ⨞ afterglow, flores
zuko is a man of flicker and flame, both singed and strengthened by the very element he rules. yet, the smoke in his lungs suddenly feels less like fire and more like the banded curl of molten iron.Â
poor, poor firelord. heâs usually all heat and motion, but this? oh, this is a drowning. itâs the gush of wet, lashing streams, and the heavy press of glacial frost. he is, for lack of a better word, trapped.Â
he shouldâve known that you only wanted to toy with him. heâd felt the intent in the heavy air of your summons hours ago, shouldâve known from the â of it; that he was brought here solely for your amusement, the lord of a mighty nation reduced to a plaything at your absolute liberty.Â
it all began when you first approached him that morning. heâd just emergedâ well, more like escaped, from an endlessly grueling advisory meeting. a bundle of scrolls was gathered tightly in one large hand while the other palm dragged tiredly over his face.Â
thatâs when you swept by him, as graceful as the water you bend. you attached yourself to his side, arms looping securely around his bicep. even through the heavy drape of his robes, his arm was impressively thick, deliciously solid. you pressed flush against him, acutely aware of the broad, dense muscle packed beneath crimson silk â all that raw strength hidden under royal finery.Â
zuko paused, his gaze dropping to meet yours beneath the shadowy fringe of his dark lashes. the faint curve of a rare smile reached his mouth, just as the tight ache in his shoulders melted away upon your touch. he shifted the scrolls to tuck his arm closer to yours, leaning heavily into the sweet, intoxicating draft of your perfume. more often than not, heâs completely yielding to you, letting your warmth drape over him.Â
âare you here to rescue me, or do you simply wish to distract the fire lord?â he murmured, his voice a low, resonant rumble. you catch the embedded sound of something almost playful.
âoh please, dear. why canât it be both?â you merely hummed, melting into the furnace that is his solid frame. you loved traversing the palaceâs endless halls just to catch sight of your regal husband. what a magnificent vision of royalty he was â adorned in deep mahogany and gold, all broad and powerful with a presence so commanding. your mirthful eyes devoured his sharp, handsome features, tracing the stark border of his crimson scar, framed by rich dark hair that cascaded past his shoulder plates, spilling in silky waves all the way down his back. god, you loved him entirely.Â
with a saccharine smile, you leaned up on your toes, pressing flush against the breadth of his chest while your soft lips grazed the sensitive shell of his good ear. "meet me in our bedchambers come nightfall," you cooed softly against his jaw, your voice dripping with sweet mischief while your fingers trailed down the rich silk of his sleeve.Â
"i have a special . . . surprise for you, but only if you're a good fire-lord and finish attending to your duties first."Â
zukoâs breath hitched, his arm tightening instinctively around your waist to keep you close. "a surprise?" he echoed, his voice dropping into a rough, low register that sent a thrill straight through you. "my love, I . . . you know I have a day's worth of scrolls to sign.âÂ
"then I suggest you read quickly, my lord.â you try to slip away, but he holds you fast, his fastened palm a tether too tight to break from.Â
"wait â what do you have in store?" he murmured, a desperate curiosity bleeding into his low tone as his towering frame cast a shadow over yours; his mouth just barely grazing your own, catching the lifting tilt of your smile.Â
"just come, silly," you countered softly, pressing a sweetly addictive kiss to melt the corners of his stubborn frown. "youâll find out soon enough." was your breathed whisper against his warm skin, letting the words ghost over his angled jaw. you gave his bicep one last, lingering squeeze before stepping back out of his embrace, dreamily drifting away down the sunlit hall.Â
behind you, zuko stood completely and utterly undone in the middle of the open corridor. the absolute master of fire, now left in a lovedrunk daze â his lips slightly parted, tinted with the residual paint of your favorite hue, while an involuntary flush bloomed rosy-pink across his pale cheeks. you deserted him there, a blushing king caught in the sweet wreckage of a simple kiss.Â
vitalized by your promise of a surprise and eager to reunite with you once more, heâd spent the next handful of hours tearing through his duties with a fierce determination. he signed the scrolls required of him, and scattered the ones that only proved to be a waste of his limited time; the rest he bound in delicate thread and sealed with hot, red wax.
before finally abandoning his desk, he bound half of his long dark hair away from his face. zuko stood hunched over the basin, meticulously scrubbing every trace of black ink from the ulnar sides of his palms. he wanted his hands perfectly clean, for he knew heâd be touching you tonightâ and thoroughly.Â
. . .
a quiet tension blankets the northern palace, but still, you can hear your husbandâs approach from the moment he crosses the threshold of the inner court. his heavy, looming footsteps echo down the polished red-lacquer corridors, drawing close, and closer, even closer; vibrating through the screen walls of your quarters until your chest thrums with the rhythm of his arrival.Â
zuko walks with an agonizing anticipation, one he can barely hide. every step is a losing battle against the dull ache beneath his imperial belt, a demanding throb thatâs grown unbearable after hours of sitting rigid at his oakwood desk. itâs been pooling low in his abdomen since he encountered you that morning â a shameful lust heâd tried to fight off with every scroll he signed. through the thick fabric of his robes, his palm now subtly shifts over the heavy silk, desperately rubbing at his growing bulge.Â
inside the room, you're practically vibrating atop your embroidered stool, your heart hammering against your ribs as a manic energy buzzes beneath your skin. the soft rattle of the sliding track warns you that heâs here. with a sudden breath, you hastily force your posture to align into an image of serene normalcy just as the door slowly parts.Â
zuko steps fully into the room, the heavy wooden door sliding shut behind him, sealing the two of you in a sudden, suffocating quiet. thick, electric air blankets the bedchamber, dense with the weight of all your unsaid promises. zuko stands by the threshold, his chest rising and falling beneath his heavy imperial pauldrons.Â
you turn slightly on your carved rosewood stool, an eager gleam flashing in your vibrant eyes as your gaze rises to meet his in own the reflection of the bronze mirror â his golden eyes are lidded from the weight of the crown, darkened with a bone-deep exhaustion; yet they continue to burn with this fierce, ravenous hunger. in return, he catches the iridescent gleam in your own irises, bright as chilling polar ice.Â
a knowing smile touches your freshly painted lips, eager azure eyes catching the way zukoâs throat bobs as his line of vision trails down to your body. he knows exactly what youâre wearing beneath that lengthy, translucent cerulean night robe; or rather, the lack thereof. the sheer silk flows effortlessly over your curves, much like the cresting liquid waves of your frozen home. he finds it to be a refreshing distinction from the stifling heat of his world.Â
heâd touched the frosty surface of your shores almost two years ago, arriving by sovereign ship to the southwestern water tribe. you were a mere princess back then, watching enthusiastically from the shadows as he formally navigated talk of a peace pact with your mother and father, the chieftains of the west. you only knew of the fire-lord through word of mouth, but seeing him in person was ever so different.Â
from the very moment you laid eyes on him, zuko's stark contrast to your world â honeyed eyes, shockingly fair skin, rugged scar, and vivid red clothes, had you completely enraptured. his domineering, yet calm presence drew you in without effort. you adored the helpless way he would flush a deep red whenever you giggled and waved at him, entirely undoing his rigid, royal posture. nevertheless, your flirting persisted, despite his sheepish reactions and your fatherâs protective concerns.Â
one day, speaking up boldly from the back of an icy council room, you had ultimately proposed a much brighter solution for a unifying pact; a royal marriage.
much to his nation's surprise, the fire lord unexpectedly returned from those frozen lands with water-bending royalty in tow. after discovering your shared goals for your peoples, you and zuko chose to bridge your countries and cultures alike in holy matrimony. both your economies have flourished and cross-national peace has ensued ever since the royal coupling over half a year ago.
itâs been quite some time, but you still feel like newlyweds â and you surely consummate like ones.Â
even now, living deep within a crimson palace and married to the master of fire himself, you fill zuko with a reverent awe. he loves how you wear your ancestral blues and carry your culture with such a dignified pride.
an ethereal woman you are, daughter of the ocean who chose to bind herself to a man of the flame. and looking at you now, dolling yourself up at your luxury vanity, content within his palace you truly made feel like a home, he's desperate for even a drop from your sea.Â
your husband wordlessly, finally, draws near and closes the distance, enveloping you from behind in a sweltering embrace. his heavy, muscular arms are strewn effortlessly over your shoulders from where you sit. a soft smile blooms on your lips at his sudden presence, quiet giggles slipping past your mouth when he presses a warm, lingering kiss to your temple.Â
through the glass of the mirror, zuko catches your reflection. his gold eyes soften, completely drinking you in; from your sweet smile, your intricately dark woven hair, to your warm skin and those crystalline eyes that sparkle like rare sapphires . . . you are, without question, the most breathtaking woman heâs ever known. he nuzzles closer, cheek touching yours until there's no remainder of space left between you, both of your gazes locked onto the beautifully reflected image of husband and wife.Â
âsaid you had a surprise for me. is that right, my queen?â he coos against your jaw, though his arms tighten around you, all longing and possessive. you return an excited hum, eyes twinkling in the mirror.
âi certainly do! itâs in here . . . hm. well, somewhere,â you swivel towards the drawers of your rosewood vanity to rummage through cosmetic items he canât even begin to name. he leans over to steal a peek, long dark hair swaying over his shoulder, but you catch him right in the act.Â
zuko looks ever so precious with his golden eyes blown wide, large hands thrown out in absolute surrender. you almost begin to feel bad; he watches you with such hunger, wholly unassuming of the cruel games you have planned â how hopelessly youâre going to tease him into submission until the break of dawn.Â
âno peeking, my lord!â you tease, a playful push against his bicep guiding him around. zuko complies with your touch and shuffles the other way, helpless against the subtle flutter of anticipation brewing low in his belly.
you turn back to your drawers and resume the search, rifling through perfume bottles and jewelry cushions of all sorts while your voice softens into sweet instruction.Â
âyouâll have to do something for me, zuko.â
âplease, my sweet . . . havenât I already done whatâs required of me?â he audibly groans, a breathless plea as he fights the growing urge to steal a glance. a quiet laugh escapes you at the rare, unguarded youthfulness he only ever reveals in your presence. a tender ache swells in your chest at how he allows his entire guard to drop in your hands.Â
âthose scrolls? please, my love. thatâs what the nation requires of you,â you unceremoniously discard the contents of your drawer, sending a careless flurry of trinkets tumbling out into the open.
he swiftly dodges the chaotic rain of your belongings flying by. a jade hairclip cutting through the air, a heavy paddlebrush following close behind â and then, in a flash, the mesh slip of a red, translucent lace. a sudden memory hits him, forever seared into the deepest crook of his mind; him peeling that very pair off of you with his teeth just a fortnight ago . . .Â
âwhat i expect from my husband is quite a bit different.â you lean into the word with a certain pride, making zukoâs heart skip a fierce, joyous beat. a wave of devotion washes over him; he's more than proud to bear that title for you, proud to hold you as his treasured, although entirely demanding, wife.
you've always been a particular woman, one of specific tastes, and itâs a beautiful puzzle zuko delights in solving. there's a secret, intoxicating thrill he gets in meeting your standards â to provide your every need, protect your joy with his life, deliver exactly what you desire and know he got it right.
he hangs on the silence between you, feeling the sudden shift the moment your breath catches in a soft, triumphant 'ah-hah! 'Â
âzuko, my dear . . .â you sweetly begin, rising from your seat and keeping the mysterious surprise safely tucked behind your back. the long, elegant sway of your regal sleeves drapes around you like that of curtains, hiding it all the more. he sways sideways, trying to peer past the silk and catch a glimpse, but you tilt playfully and dance along with him â a brief, silly game you cut short with a soft command:Â
âdisrobe.âÂ
his single right brow lifts, a playful ember dancing in his golden eyes as he observes in your expression. he finds no hesitation.Â
âyou want me to . . . undress?â
âswiftly, please.âÂ
a rich laugh vibrates in his chest, tickled by the sudden authority in your voice. ever your willing subject, he begins to shed every heavy layer piece by piece; unpeeling his garments and letting the royal finery pool around his feet one by one. intimacy with you isn't something zuko shrinks from, no â he craves it, a sweet but rare indulgence that comes only in stolen hours between the endless distractions of ruling a proud and zealous empire.
your eyes glisten, lingering on the display as he unburdens his shoulders. the heavy pads drop, then he unties and parts his thick robes. zuko sheds the weight of the crown until he stands in nothing but simple trousers and a loose, unfastened vest of deep garnet lined with a gold-spun trim. his biceps knot and flex as his fingers catch the hem to pull his arms out the sleeves, and thatâs just when your hand reaches out to stop him.Â
âthatâs more than enough. youâre doing good, zu. now, sit on the bed.â you take pleasure in his absolute obedience as he plops down at the edge of the frame, his weight sinking into the edge of the mattress. your voice drops to a teasing murmur as you deliver the final rule:Â
âclose your eyes â and donât you open them!â
trapped in the dark and blind to your movements, zuko relies entirely on the sounds bleeding into his good ear; the whispered rustle of your airy clothes, the quiet scuffle of your feet as you slip into his blind spot. then comes a touch â a cool, frictionless material of some sort loops around his wrists before the tension pulls tight, his pulse jumping against the fabric as you knot the tail-end to the wooden bedpost. satisfied, you wind the red silk around him, binding him entirely to your whim.Â
âokay, zuko. now you can look.âÂ
fluttered lids part to reveal his golden gaze, peering down as the world comes back into focus. a breath hitches in his throat at the sight of the rich crimson binding him to the frame.
reflexively, he gives a sharp, disbelieving tug at the fabric, a stunned laugh slipping past his parted lips.Â
âwhat is this?â he breathes, his voice a bewildered rumble as he looks from the red silk up to you.Â
âremember my dress fitting the other day, love?âÂ
âI, uh . . I believe so, yes?â zuko stammers, but his answer is more of a question within itself. a helpless flush stains his cheeks while his mind scrambles, wondering what on earth a simple fitting could possibly have to do with the trap of silk biting into his wrists.Â
for months, the bitter court officials had bled their grievances into the palace halls, viewing your constant wearing of blue as a slap to the throne, an insult to the nation itself. you've heard their whispers; that your water-tribe attire is simply loud rebellion, a stain on the fire lordâs court. to appease the crown, you gave them their compromises â wearing their scarlet silks to grand meetings and vibrant festivals, but your daily wear remained with the colors of your home.Â
when their nagging finally became too loud to ignore, you stepped into the fitting they had arranged, letting them attempt to mold you into a â proper â fire-lady. under the cinch of their measuring tapes, you found a secret comfort knowing that zuko not only loved you, but worshipped the ground you walked on, irregardless of the threads on your back. if anything, he preferred the blue, captivated by your beautiful stubbornness they could never burn away.Â
âso, they had the most dazzling assortment of silks, just marvelous. i saw such a rich shade of red, it shimmered like rubies . . . anyway, it reminded me of you! and, well, it obviously gave me other ideas.âÂ
a low, helpless chuckle rumbles in zuko's chest, his golden eyes crinkling with absolute adoration at your sudden rambling. even pinned to the bed frame, he's still entirely captive to the chaos of your charming thoughts, flattered to be the center of them.
âthis,â he gestures towards his confines, his bicep tightening as he pulls experimentally against the silk, âis your idea?â a dark ember of amusement flares in his right eye, challenging your authority even as he willingly surrenders to it.Â
âpatience, husband,â you coo, rising to your feet to close the distance between you. âyouâll see.â you bring a thin strip of the same colored silk up to his face, gently drawing it across his brow. the fleeting warmth of your sweet smile is the last thing he catches before all his vision is stolen away â plunging his senses into a blotted world of unintelligible red. trapped in the thick, crimson dark, he settles into his restraints with a quiet sigh.Â
. . .
thatâs how the fire lord finds himself entirely bound â captured effortlessly by the one woman he would never, in his wildest dreams, desire to escape from.
around you, the grand bedchambers glow with traditional finery, bathed in shades of warm orange, pristine gold, and burning red. the drawn-open windows invite the moonâs silvered light to spill through flowing gossamer curtains, blessing your union of water and fire.Â
but the gentle peace of the night dissolves the moment you shatter the quiet.
still bound to the frame of your shared bed, zuko tests the limits of his confines, a low groan escaping him as he tugs at the fiery crimson ribbon. a restless prisoner, he is, playing into the torment of your game â for a time. he always indulges his darling wife, but only for now. minutes long since passed; several long, countless ones.Â
and the wait is finally managing to break him. he sits trembling on the edge of the mattress, staring up at you through a hazy, amber-yellow gaze; blindfold long since fallen, and his vest halfway discarded while it hangs over the round of one brawny shoulder. a teasing smile graces your lips as you lean in, catching his lifted chin with the delicate edge of your manicured finger to lock his eyes with yours.Â
your sweet excuse for trapping his wrists had been that his crowned duties have left him far too tense; and what he desperately needed was to dissolve into your cool touch, even if he didnât know it himself. but as your fingers drifted from the edge of his chin to settle heavily in his lap, the promise of relaxation shifted into the purest form of torment. the clock has fractured into an unmerciful blur. was it twenty minutes? thirty, forty?Â
zuko loses all track and meaning of the time that follows. he can't tell, nor can he bring himself to care â not when you spend every agonizing second stroking his weeping cock so painfully slow. you know just when to alter your speed, bringing him to the absolute precipice just to rip it all away.Â
it was pure torture when the red silk kept him blind to it; you know how much he loves the sight of his fat cock within your dainty hand, almost too thick for your fingers to touch around it. the last ruined orgasm had been paced so brutally fast, skin shlick-ing with every stroke. the wet, rhythmic sound of your hand jerking him off left dull, wet smacks filling the room until his body was twitching â and as he nearly arrived at his peak, the red satin eventually slipped down his face. when you finally locked eyes, heâd almost been crying . . . almost.
âhnghh, no, no, no, pleaseâ not again . . i beg you, my queen, just let me cum for youâfuck!âÂ
the words melt into a breathless plea as his pelvis strains upward, starving for even the slightest graze of your palm. his hips give a desperate involuntary buck, chasing the ghosting pleasure of your friction, but you hold the line; hand going completely still.
a dark, heavy whimper vibrates deep in zukoâs chest, a sound so beautifully broken it nearly falters your resolve. but not quite. his climax is ruined yet again, the fifth unmerciful theft of the night, and his entire frame shudders with a deep, aching fatigue as he reaches the absolute limit of your torment.
thanks to your doing, heâs now you in complete disarray â scattered hair falling wildly over his eyes, his sweat-sheen chest heaving with every ragged breath, powerful arms bound to the bedposts at the mercy of your every sinister whim. he canât fucking stand being unable to touch you.
âi did what you asked,â zuko says bluntly, his voice clipped and raw. his amber gaze burns dark, hopelessly locked onto the sheer blue fabric draping carelessly over the bare expanse of your brown thighs. âI finished my duties . . I am here, yet you tease me.âÂ
âyou sound rather impatient, zuko,â you hum, your manicured finger tracing a slow, agonizing circle over the sticky, weeping crown of his sensitive cockhead, delighting in the way he quivers. âtell me, my love . . . is the fire lord begging?âÂ
zuko's jaw tightens, the flexor muscle of his wrists tensing against the silk of his confines. âI w-wasnât begging,â he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave into a rough, raspy lower register. âplease, just . . . tell me what you want from me. iâll do anything, just let meââ he breaks off with a rough swallow, and the words die in his throat.
you let out a content hum, moved by how completely unraveled heâs become, just for you. you slide your body flush against his, letting the cool cerulean silk of your dress drag over his burning thighs. âanything I want, huh?â you murmur against his lips, teasing him with a ghost of a kiss. a desperate nod escapes him, the unraveled strands of his hair swaying with the motion.Â
âwell, i'm about to tease some more, so I need you to stay absolutely still for it.âÂ
a dark realization dawns upon the fire lord; he never knew his darling wife held such a sadistic streak. he silently mourns the countless times he could have made you cum by now.
âthought we'd be . . pleasing one another tonight,â he mumbles, chest heaving. the plush bow of your lips curve into a slow, knowing grin, your gaze dropping to the lewd display of his twitching dick before you reply, âbut iâm enjoying the sight of you like this. you have no idea how much it satisfies me, love . . . do you not want to please your wife?âÂ
âhah, you're a sly woman when you wish to be.â a pained, breathless laugh escapes him, his rigid length twitching helplessly between his thighs. the sweltering heat of his blood chills slightly against the open air of the room, a brief, phantom relief. âyou know I need more from you.âÂ
âI think what you need, zuko, is to cool down.â
âwhat I need is to cuââ
âdonât worry, my love.â you cut off his breathless demand with a soft, shushing hum. your palm cradles his jaw as you smooth out his unraveled hair, your lips catching the heat of his skin as you press a kiss to his sweating temple. âI have just the thing.âÂ
in that very moment, you decide to shift the game and draw upon an element of your own. zukoâs no mere stranger to adding a heavy scorch to the bedroom, and the sweltering effect of his bending is never anything you can't handle or easily heal with your own two hands. tonight, you see no harm in turning the tables.
your focus shifts to the nearby glass pitcher, siphoning a liquid ribbon into the air. with a sharp twist of your wrist, the droplets solidify, crystallizing into smooth, firm blocks of ice.Â
before he can utter a word, you plant the frozen ice against his bare skin with intention. one block rests at the divot of his lighting-scarred solar plexus, and another the subtle dip between his thick, firm pecs, while the third one slides smoothly down the rippled plane of his abs. with a flick of your will, a final piece glides across the delicate ridge of his collarbone. as the ice begins to melt atop his heated skin, the thawed water tracks down his torso, pooling at his pelvis until it drips heavily down his cock.Â
a full-body shudders wracks zuko's frame as the sudden cold slides down the throbbing length of him. the ice cubes glide over his flesh, weeping condensed streams of melted water that dribble down his muscled form. the natural heat of his body takes over to act as a forge; with a subtle hiss, the water sizzles against his skin, instantly evaporating into a misted steam that lifts in lazy, curled wisps off his bare chest. it's an instinctive reaction â like splashing lukewarm water directly onto lava-hot coal.
âare you cooling down already, husband?â
âhah, please . . did you think it would beâ mm, t-that easy?â
as he predicted, the frost doesn't last. the water wonât stand much of a chance against the fever of his skin.Â
the fever-heat of his skin conquers the cold in seconds, rendering the ice useless against his burning flesh. a slow smile curves your lips at the realization, prompting a sudden shift in your approach; to fight fire with fire. a flame, you might not have, but you can always trade your element for the raw heat of your own body.
dropping low, your robe pools around your ankles as you settle between his parted, muscled legs. your palms anchor securely against the warm caps of his knees, pinning his attention. locking your gaze with his hazy gold eyes, your tongue slowly glides across the tip, collecting the warm salt of his precum as your lips part to swallow him into the pliant opening of your wet mouth.Â
ââ ohhh, fuck.â
beneath folded legs, you feel your clit throb against the heel of your foot in response to the rough moan that practically vibrates straight from his chest and down into your throat. you pull back enough to loll your tongue out, swiping it slow and wet across his reddened, weeping tip. your crystalline eyes are lively, full of mirth as you hold him captive under your stare. zukoâs amber gaze squeezes shut at the sudden onslaught of your tongue, a sharp hiss catching in his throat.
âso naughty, baby . . .â he groans, "gonna keep me here all night, hm? punish me?âÂ
âit isnât a punishment, zuko,â you break the contact with a soft pop, a sliver of saliva tethering your lips to him. the words leave you breathlessly, trailing off your tongue like the sweet, contoured sound of half a moan. âi jusâ wanna play with you. donât you wanna play with me?âÂ
âI would if I could,â he manages to choke out, teeth gnawing hard on his lower lip whenever your tongue swirls back under the ridge of his spit-streaked cock. âyâyouâre the one who doesnât wanna play fair. I didnât tie myself up, now did I?âÂ
you drink in the ragged heave of his chest beneath the garnet vest, the tensive muscles of his forearms bunching hard against his constraints. the sheer intrigue of his submission intoxicates you, and a wicked thrill sparks within you at the thought of it â how delicious it would be to have him whining, crying for you, completely unraveled as he tugs fruitlessly against the red satin.
âI should punish you, now that you mention it,â you muse, drawing back just enough to catch your breath while your palm strokes a slow, wet path down his pulsing dick.Â
before he can manage out an answer, you dive back down again, burying his thickness to the very hilt until the tip of it hits the back of your constricting throat. you have him swallowed to the base, so much so that your senses are entirely overcome; your husband is the only thing left to taste, to smell, to breathe. a faint, involuntary tinge of smoke permeates the air as his internal fire flares in shock.Â
 âshit! youâre sâso bad,â zuko heaves, his muscled arms straining powerlessly against withering ribbon.Â
âam I?â you wipe a wet shine of moisture away from your plush, spit-streaked lips with the back of your hand, rising slowly to your feet. zukoâs darkened gaze follows you, his heart hammering against his ribs as he realizes exactly where youâre steering this game. you had already unburdened him of his trousers and reduced him to that open vest, and now you're matching his nakedness with your own.Â
slowly, you unloop your robes and step out of your soft blue silk, letting the cerulean fabric carelessly drop away. you step onto the mattress to mount him, completely strippedâ your legs throwing themselves over to bracket his wide, meaty thighs as you straddle his lap, the your bare mound of your cunt sliding a mess of arousal over the hardness of him, cock jumping at the brush of hot, wet skin.
âyou are troublesome, wife,â zuko manages out through grit teeth, his jaw dropping as his head tilts down to watch the exact moment you sink onto him. you settle over every wide, throbbing inch until you've taken the entirety of him into the tight, melting warmth of your creamy cunt.
âhngh, and you should . . . sâstay still,â you mewl, your teeth sinking into your own plush lip while your nails dig deep crescents into the solid breadth of his broad shoulders.
you lift yourself up, slow and agonizingly careful, before letting gravity drop you back down onto the raw entirety of his length. a shared moan tears from your throats at the impact, your bodies pulsing deliriously around one another. zuko has always been a massive stretch, so you shift into slow, shallow rolls of your hips, taking in the immense width of him until the initial, stinging burn begins to ebb away.
âuntie me.â
âmmâ noooo, zuko . . .â you both know that entirely defeats the purpose.Â
âcanât believe youâreâ fuck âdoing this to me,â zuko groans, his patience finally shattering as he rocks his hips upward beneath you. the sudden, deep shift of his length inside you forces a pitched whine from your throat. he's reached his absolute limit, both with these confines and his own composure â starved of your touch, driven mad by the sight of his beautiful goddess of a wife bouncing on his cock while his hands remain pathetically, incapably pinned.
glaring down with pure disdain at the obstacle of fabric cutting into his straining wrists, the fire lord decides that your lengthy game is over.Â
with carefully exerted bending, he coaxes just the slightest spouts of fire out of his warmed palms, letting the heat of a focused spark catch onto the crimson silk until it begins to catch in flames.
you're so caught in the intensity of riding him that the change goes unnoticed, until the scent of smoke reaches you; fire. your eyes snap open to see the speckled remnants of inflamed fabric and ash dissipating up into the air in burning, golden specks.Â
âzâzuko!â you whine, just as he rubs his wrists where they were bound. an anxious laugh leaves you once the realization settles in; the constraints are gone, and he's no longer bound by your rules. now that heâs freed, you know heâll have his way with you. when you meet his eyes, it concludes that the game is over, and heâs won. he peers at you with a dangerous, burning hunger, like that of a fucking predator.Â
âwhat shall I do with you . . .â the fire lord muses, ânow that iâm free?â you aren't able to argue, or comply. there simply isn't any time.Â
he loops a strong, thick forearm around your waist, pulls you flush to the solid wall of his body, full breasts squished to his broad pecs, your peaked nipples grazing his chest in a way that makes you shudder against him. he tightens his hold around your middle, hot fingers stroking down the curve of your spine.Â
then, the roots take hold with a searing, digging grip.
âstart bouncing.âÂ
frozen by the shock of his freedom, you hesitate â and your husband immediately claims the movement to take absolute hold of you. his hot fingers cling to the soft flesh of your waist, and he wastes no time lifting your hips, hoisting you up only to drop you back onto his erect cock.
the loudest moan of the night slips from your throat â a bruised, sweet thing that sounds something like a whine, and half like a wail. it's pure nectar to him, so saccharine to him. zuko leans into the sound, aiming to pry out so much more.
he sets a brutal, drilling pace from beneath you, bucking upward to crash against the rise and fall of your pliant body, all as his hands slink up to give your bouncing breasts a thorough squeeze. his firm hips piston up to meet you with relentless, driving thrusts as he forces your weight to slam down hard against his own.Â
all you can do is cry out through every heavy drag of his fat cock within you. a vulnerable whimper escapes your lips, arms looped tightly around his neck, fingers dig frantically into his skin for any semblance of an anchor while the girth of him stretches you out with every upwards surge of his tilting hips. your tongue lolls out to trace the slick heat of his throat, dragging slow and wet up the line of his perfect jaw. you press your lips against the thick vein pulsing in his neck; pulled taut from all the raw energy he exerts into fucking himself deep inside you.
âyou win . . . fuâfuck, zu, y-you win,â you whine, the globes of your ass jiggling helplessly against his pounding. âzuko, p-please, too fastâ youâre too fast, my love . . . i canât â hngh!âÂ
a dark, gravelly laugh vibrates right against your throat, his hot pulse hammering against your chest. âoh, no. you don't get to call a timeout,â he grunts out, a rough, commanding rumble that cuts straight through your whines as he watches your face unravel â lips agape, eyes welled up with precious tears. his thick forearm locks tighter around your waist as his pelvis crashes up into yours with unmerciful force, giving you absolutely no room to breathe. âyou wanted to play, yes?" more than anything, he'd consider it provocation.
"so donât scream for a 'slow down' now â take it. it's all for you.âÂ
before your lungs can even claim their next breath, zuko slides out of you entirely; having decided you deserve it much rougher for the constraints you placed upon him. a small pout touches your lips at the sudden ache of his absence, but the fire lord pays your frustration no mind. he's far too focused on delivering the consequences of your little stunt.Â
effortlessly, his heavy palms flip you over and guide you flat onto your tummy â your lower back dipping into a sharp, deep curve that hoists your hips high into the air; the most perfect arch. left exposed and shivering with anticipation, your ass impetuously wiggles against the heavy bob of his waiting erection, desperate to feel him. a low, raspy chuckle vibrates in his throat, deeply satisfied by the hunger that now consumes you; just as it did him.Â
âyou want it? huh?â he lilts, his breath hot against your skin as he deliberately presses the crown of his cock to your opening. instead of sinking inside, he slides around your fluttering pussy, dragging the thick, veiny underside over your rear.
he taps the sticky crown of his cock against the soft flesh of your supple ass cheeks, a deliberate, maddening friction that denies you the very thing you're begging for. a dry laugh catches in his throat as your posture shudders utterly reveling in the sweet, broken whines that spill past your lips at the torment. maybe now you'll get it. you're only feeling a fraction of what you put him through.
ânâneed it so bad, d-donât tease, husband . . .â
âof course, my sweetness.â his voice is a low, deceptive whisper right before his hips crash forward. it's downright mean, how he pushes inside you with a sudden, ruthless depth. zuko stuffs every last inch of him to the absolute hilt, done so viciously that the air is knocked clean from your lungs. your chest heaves against the mattress, voice cracking into broken, stuttered pieces as his name shatters throughout the room, like that of a priceless gloss vase.
âzuko, sâdeep â y-youâre so . . so deeeeep,â
âhm . . what was that?â zuko murmurs out feigned ignorance, his wide palm flattening against the small of your back to enforce a deeper, sharper curve to your spine. the visceral slap of skin on skin rings out like thunder with every punishing smack, a lewd tempo that fills the grand bedchambers â a thick, sweltering sound so loud you're certain the advisors and palace maids a world away could easily track the . . . scandalous nature of your night.Â
âzuâzu-ahh . . zâukooo!â
âis that how you properly address your husband?â he taunts, his voice a low rumble as he bites back a growing smile. the damp end of his tongue flits out, lazily running across the edge of aligned teeth, âhow you address the fire lord?â
âp-pleaseeeeââ before the word can fully escape you, zuko answers your whine by stalling his momentum, feeding you long, agonizingly slow strokes. with every deliberate thrust, your body is throttled forward, melting deep into the crimson bed as you lose all coordination. a helpless sob catches in your throat, your drooling mouth agape against the mahogany bedding as you take the full, thick mass of him in slow motion, his damp skin dragging within yours. his pelvis presses hard against your ass, the heavy stickiness of his balls tapping your puffy slit
âd-do . . . mmph, whâwhatever you want." you exhale through a whining plea, weight sinking into the foam of the bamboo mattress. maybe if you appease him, stroke his ego, he'll take it easy on you. "p-punish me, zu . . . please, jus' punish me.âÂ
âand get you off so quickly? impatient little thing,â he only tsks, his hand comes down hard against your backside. the reddening sting forces out your small gasp. âyou're not cumming until I deem it fit.â
zuko shifts his weight, sliding his stance closer until his torso pins your back flat against the mattress. leaning his upper body forward over your shoulder, his arm snakes around to trap you by the sensitive curve of your throat. he loops the thick, solid crook of his elbow right beneath your chin, pressing the rounded meat of his massive forearm against your windpipe.
with an deliberate flex, he brings about a deliciously suffocating squeeze. your throat is locked tight in the vice of his strength, constricting your oxygen until your lungs begin to burn hollow from the desperate lack of it. unable to draw a clean breath, every heavy push of his length inside you makes him feel twice as thick.Â
the room spins into hazy blur, making you acutely aware of how his unhurriedly he drags inside you; stretching you out in agonizing slow motion while you choke out muffled, desperate whines against the crushing authority of his arm.
he fucks into you slowly from behind, his large frame completely curled over your spine while he holds you trapped in the thick vice of his headlock. you helplessly muffle your whimpers and drool all over the solid breadth of his meaty, flexing bicep. from above, the fire lord ignores the chaos of the room to simply stare down at your face, a wave of profound adoration breaking across his features for third time today, because you belong entirely to him â his pretty, precious baby.
âthatâs what it takes for you to act right?â zuko huffs out an incredulous laugh, âyouâre finally being so good, love . . . taking me so fucking well.â the words are thick with an intoxicating pride as his warmed breath dusts your cheek. never does it come with one, but without warning, his palm delivers another sharp, loving smack to your right cheek, leaving a trailing sting that audibly sizzles against your damp skin. before another sound can fully leave your throat, his lips drop lower, a searing kiss pressed possessively to the very base of your neck, the curve of your spine, the crown of your hair. in every aspect, he consumes you.
you're balanced precariously on the absolute edge, and zuko can tell. your vision begins to spot, your entire frame stringing tense and your mind going beautifully dumb the exact moment you finally release your sweet, gushing juices all over him. eyes brimming over with heavy gemmed tears, he fucks you thoroughly through the crash of your orgasm; rocking deep into the stubborn squeeze of your convulsing pussy.
zuko's rigid and twitching inside you, his amplified volume matching the gradually careless rhythm of his thrusts. a rough groan tears from his throat as he openly relishes the slick, heavy friction of his veins dragging wet and sloppy from deep within your walls. even with the lingering shock of your own orgasm, it's clear to you that heâs soon to follow suit. truthfully, you're amazed that he managed to hold out up until now; though, not for much longer.
âyouâre being so good to me, sweetness . . . letting it all go just for your husband, cumming all over me . . . ooh, youâre making me feel too fucking good, canât hold back anymore â i'm next, my love, mâright behind you â fffuck.â
you can feel the very heat of his seed flooding your inner walls as he cums hard and deep, muttering jumbled obscenities out into the humid air. misted puffs of smoke curl past his agape lips along the calls of your name. his hips give a final, desperate jerk, his throbbing cock spouting thick ribbons of white until heâs completely drained himself inside you.Â
his chest heaves, glistening in the low orange lighting as he settles beside you, his hands instantly shifting to trace soothing, balmy circles over the flesh he so ruthlessly manhandled. a quiet moan escapes your lips, your dazed body sinking into the scrunched, damp bedding as his touch releases your strung muscles. the cooling sweat on your brow makes you shiver, while the deep, deep ache from being so thoroughly stretched begins to settle into your bones.
you give a small, helpless whine when his fingers find a particularly sensitive spot, his touch a tender mercy. you know, of course you do that you are covered in the visual evidence of his hunger, but you choose to pay the marks no mind until the sun rises. after all, your ladies-in-waiting are far too used to seeing the fire lordâs signature handprints painted across your skin when they wash you in the morning.
his chest heaves in the dark as he settles beside you, his hands instantly shifting from manhandling to tracing soothing circles over the skin of your body he so ruthlessly possessed. you let out a soft, trailing moan, your dazed body sinking into the scrunched, damp bedding as his touch unties your muscles. the cooling sweat on your brow makes you shiver, while the deep, deep ache from being so thoroughly filled and stretched, in all those creative positions, begins to settle into your bones as a sweet fatigue.Â
a small, sharp whine slips from your lips when zukoâs calloused thumbs knead an especially tender spot. you know that he's ravaged you. you probably look as undone as you feel, and it's going to be painfully obvious for anyone looking at you to tell. though you can't yet see the crimson marks he left in his wake, you've already decided those are tomorrowâs problem. after all, your ladies-in-waiting are already far too used to seeing the fire lordâs permanent signature painted across your skin when they wash you in the morning.
âi'm sorry, love . . i'm so sorry,â zuko whispers into the crook of your neck as he continues his slow massage, his touch smoothing over the marks he left behind. âjust canât control myself when it comes to you, my queen.âÂ
âmmmnn . . . itâs, ah . . sâokay,â you slur against the mahogany bedding. a thick, post-orgasmic drowse claims your senses, your eyelids fluttering wearily the last of your strength dissolves into the sheets. heâs truly managed to unburden you of every last ounce of your energy.Â
tenderly, zuko rolls you onto your back and gently cleanses your skin, taking a soft handcloth from your drawer to wipe away any slick evidence of love-making; even as the dark temptation to stuff himself back inside your sweet pussy and keep you plugged with his dripping cum starts to become a greater urge. zuko fights it, deciding he can save the intention of impregnating you for another, more purposeful night â that is, if your womb hasn't already . . . taken his heir after the dozens of positions he molded you into all in one night.Â
a feather-light kiss grazes your forehead, tender and warm, just before the red covers are drawn up over your shoulders to ward off the chill. zuko watches you drift into slumber, a soft chuckle escaping him as you mutter a sleepy, incoherent complaint about the 'unfairness' of him being able to melt away your icy defenses. settling into bed, he spoons you close, wrapping his thick, strong arms around you to keep you snug against the solidity of his chest.Â
ârest while you can, love," he whispers adoringly into your hair, smelling of rich imported oils, a tinge of his own smoke, and the salt of your sea. "because when the sun rises . . . iâm taking my turn with you and that ribbon.â
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