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`ঔঌ₊⊹ former prude virgin a.k.a. firelord! zuko officially finds out how nice it is to have his wife in cowgirl | 18+

this all started when he met you, his beautiful wife-to-be/now wife.

of course, before he married you, he wasn’t a prude or anything… right?

okay, fine. he was.

zuko hates to admit it but it's true how he was such a prudish virgin before he married you. as soon as he became fire lord, he’d cringe at how the council would suggest marriage for the sole purpose of consummation.

he didn’t see the appeal due to fighting for a great majority of his life. sure, he’d like kids in the future to raise and take care of—maybe one child—but that was it.

but when he finally got betrothed to you, his friend since childhood and a “fine lady of a fine fire nation family” (as said by the council when reviewing bachelorettes/marriage candidates), and mentioned his dilemma to you, you offered to help relieve his views on sex. so you had little sessions before your wedding, specifically on foreplay.

the two of you hadn't done penetrative, saving it for the night of your wedding, but you've taught him an abundance of things: eating a woman out, how to properly receive head, how to finger, et cetera.

until the night of your wedding. and the first position you started with was; the first thing you even did…

“and this… is called cowgirl,” you murmured, pressing down on his lower stomach as you lined his cock to your dripping slit, all ready for him.

when the reception finally ended and the two of you got ready to meet at his chambers, you immediately pounced on him. the both of you agreed that you'd take control, and this position was the easiest for you to do so.

zuko's liked you since forever, but just seeing you in that pretty red lingerie did something to him; that sheer red babydoll slip with gold hardware...he felt like a pervert just wanting to rip it off you like a wrapper covering sweet candy.

he was nervous—a complete opposite of how he’s usually like. the great fire lord? terrified of losing his virginity?

"you keep looking at my breasts, my lord," you teased, tilting your head and bucking your hips as you began grinding on his aching tip.

zuko hissed. “i-i was?"

he mentally cringed. here he was, thinking that after all your lessons on making him more brazen, he'd actually get used to your flirting.

you're such a fucking tease.

"mmhm...you okay?" he breathed out shakily, nodding slowly. "okay, then..."

and the moment you sank down on him, zuko felt a bliss almost comparable to if paradise was a feeling.

and for you? the feeling was mutual.

it's true that zuko was shy and prudish when it came to sex, but that wasn't to say that he didn't have a huge dick. in fact, the day you taught him how to receive head, you had to step out for a moment to regain composure. the guy's dick was fucking huge.

not to mention his cute little attitude made him even more attractive.

you could feel how deep he was in you, how his dick was brushing against your cervix and you weren't even moving.

"'m gonna move, okay?" he nodded, groaning and how deliciously your pussy was squeezing him. you rocked your hips slowly before digging your nails on his shoulders for balance as you bounced yourself on his cock.

zuko’s eyes were on you, stuck on your expression, your breasts, the way your hips connected with his. but really, the moment his eyes laid on that cute little bump forming on your lower tummy, he lost composure.

zuko's hands grabbed at your hips roughly, causing you to gasp and then be slammed on him. "hnghhh—fuck-!"

“zu-zuko—shit—slow d-down!” you cried, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as you clung to him tighter, breasts pushed against his lean chest and nails clawing at his skin, drawing blood in their wake. but he didn’t care; your cunt was too good, too intoxicating.

“so fuckin’ tight—shit—” he felt like he was out of his mind, practically rutting into you like he was in heat after getting a taste of pussy for the first time.

zuko grabbed at your ass, his hips beginning to piston into your sopping cunt and feeling your muffled whines against his flushed neck.

were you crying? shit, he was too but you?

if this was how sex was, how this specific position was… he wouldn’t mind doing it forever.

now all zuko can think about at that moment was how he'd love to have you like that any time, anywhere…

clearly, you've taught him well.

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i need this man biblically and this is the result. #letsnottalkaboutthefactthiswasdoneinhalfanhourandathought

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Tip of the Tub

The first sign your husband was on his way to you was the sound of boots in the corridor and the second was the sigh. That long, exhausted sigh only Zuko made after a full day of council meetings, trade disputes, and generals arguing in circles.

You looked up from where you were seated near the bedroom window. He paused in the doorway, looking worn in that way only responsibility could make a person look. Robes slightly disheveled. Hair coming loose.

“There’s my favorite person,” he murmured.

You smiled. “Tough day?”

He came close enough to lean down and press his forehead briefly to yours. “Today I mediated an argument about shipping routes for three hours.”

“That sounds terrible.”

“I missed you.” He grumbled.

You touched his sleeve. “Come with me.”

𝑓awnesque ; he’s been plaguing my mind so badly I need himmm ughhh—…

“Zukoooo—…” you mewled.

Your voice trembling as you hovered over him on your shared bed, the air thick with smoke and curling incense that clung to your senses. Shadows flickered across his face as his hands tightened around your hips, fingers pressing in with a deliberate hunger.

His gaze dragged slowly over you, drinking in every glistening detail like he was already undone by the sight alone.

“Hush… princess,” he murmured, his in a mocking yet sweet tone. One hand slid down your thigh, slow and intentional, his touch sending a sharp shiver through you. Your back arched instinctively, breath catching as his fingers traced lower, leaving a trail of heat and goosebumps in their wake.

“Jus’ taking in this pretty…” in his pause, he uses a finger to glide sweetly against your entrance, from your clit to your hole, and without warning, he slips in a finger—“pussy of yours…”—the glide of his finger inside your walls making your head spin, causing you to reach for anything at all, so you grip his leg.

And you hear him stifle a laugh.

a laugh? This prick you thought.

“fuck you…mph—“ you hiss as him but quickly stifled as his finger searches for that sweet digit letting him know he’s found your g-stop

“Oofff…Language…” you can practically hear him spread that devious little grin he has “didn’t your mother teach you anything…?” as he finally unlocks his jaw to begin suckling and smearing his tongue up and downnn.

And that was just enough to make you throw your head back, and gosh, you could basically hear it beneath your moans—the sound of his mouth working on you—and when you moaned, Zuko moaned too. Not from anything special; he was simply hard, but you weren’t sucking him off. He was just moaning from simply eating you out, feeling your juices mixing with his spit, gliding down his chin to his neck.

And God, he was so filthy about it—but yet so attentive. When he noticed you almost crawling away from him, he’d let out a soft hum of a “muh uh…” against your cunt, making you feel the bass of his voice vibrate through you, making your walls quiver.

“Shit—…Zuko, m’close, please, I’m gonna—cum…” and the moment he heard that was enough to make him finish; the way you sounded so broken.

You could feel his fingers grip the flesh of your waist, making chunks of your flesh slip between his fingers, while you could feel the warmth in his palms heat up against your skin.

Hearing those words? he’d just devour you all the more roughly , not missing a spot, not missing a spot, and finally his finger that was working on you poked your G-spot enough to make you release the most sluttish, guttural moan, finishing all over his mouth and face, and you could simply feel his mouth turn into a grin.

Once he moved his mouth away watching your pussy convulse and twitch from all his enjoyed hard work , he licked his lips and grinned at the sight.

“Gods you’re so beautiful...” He says in his salacious mocking voice you know all too well.

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He’s got you in missionary, hips pistoning into you and the tip of his cock kissing your cervix so sweetly. His head is nestled into the crook of your neck, soft grunts leaving his mouth.

However the smallest sniffle from you stops him in his tracks, he pauses, lifting his head and eyes widening as tears are pooling in your eyes.

“Love, am I hurting you, I’m s-so”

He pauses when you wrap your legs around his waist, “Nnn-no,” you mumble, barely coherent, “Feels—feelsgood” Tears are streaming down your face at this point, “Pl-please, dnt stop.” You cry out.

His eyes widen and he tests it, moving his hips slightly and you whine at the sensitivity.

“Yess yess, pleaseee.”