Angelic light pt.3 - Fire Lord Zuko x fem!reader
Summary: Zuko has a sweet surprise for his wife
Warnings: yeah, this time it‘s smut, my friends. Should you be a member of my family please be aware if I find out that you actually read this, I will pack my things and leave the continent.
A/n: This was uhh interesting to write. Hope you enjoy it, this made me want Zuko to actually be real, shit xD anyways I‘m always talking way too much here.
It was already dark when y/n and Zuko returned from their day outside of the palace walls. It had been a refreshing blessing, that the both of them had needed without any doubt. Y/n could tell her husband was in a far more relaxed state than he had been for months now. He was humming softly while walking slowly next to her. His warm hand rested on her lower back, steady and reassuring. It was moments like these where y/n knew why she had chosen Zuko to give her everything to.
„You know, there is still one thing left for us to do,“ Zuko said quietly while shooting her a loving smile.
She raised one of her brows, a question shimmering in her eyes. „And what would that be?“ He had already done so much today, it was hard to believe he had planned even more.
Zuko stopped in his tracks and gently pulled his wife through one of the doors. „You‘ll see,“ he grinned. „Close your eyes.“
Still confused, y/n did as he said. She then felt her husbands hands come over her eyes and felt his body shifting so that he stood directly behind her. „What are you doing, Zu?“ she asked.
It was as if she could literally feel his smile against her skin. But Zuko did not reply, solely nudged her in a specific direction. With his hand covering her sight she couldn‘t even catch a glimpse of where they were going. They passed another door, then the scent of blooming flowers filled the air of the night. To her left she heard the peaceful splashing of water and the faint sound of chirping crickets and singing birds. In that moment, y/n finally had a suspicion as to where her husband might have taken her. They came to a stand and through her sandals she could feel the soft tickle of grass on her skin.
„You think you know now?“ Zuko asked in a quiet whisper against her ear, his hand still in place, blocking her from seeing her surroundings. She nodded in response. „Come on“ he said, „take a look, my angel.“
When she opened her eyes, y/n thought she might be dreaming. They were in the royal garden, standing under the ancient willow near the turtleduck pond. As if that wasn‘t enough, there was a bed made out of pillows and blankets laid out directly next to the water in which waterlilies flowed peacefully, illuminated by the gentle light of candles and a thousand fireflies. High above them the moon shone in majestic fullness.
Y/n‘s jaw nearly hit the ground. She could not believe her eyes. Zuko had done this. For her.
He rested his head on her shoulder as he slid his arms around her middle, hugging her tightly. „I will take your silence as approval,“ he whispered.
„Approval? Are you insane? This is magical!“ y/n said still in shock.
Zuko planted a heartbreakingly soft kiss directly under her jaw, the spot he knew to be the most sensitive. „Take it as my thanks to you.“
„For what?“ she asked. If anything she needed to thank him. After all he had made this day more than special since its very beginning.
He planted another kiss on her skin, this time a little lower, before answering, „For everything you do and endure because of me. I know it‘s not always that easy for you to meet all the expectations placed on you, while sometimes barely seeing me because I‘m so invested in my work. You deserve this as my way of saying thank you for being who you are to me.“ And another kiss, on your shoulder. „You are everything to me, y/n. Everything and so much more.“
A lone tear escaped your eye before she could prevent it. It fell right onto Zuko‘s hand, who abruptly raised his head, worry laced upon his face. „Y/n, I‘m sorry. Did I…“
Before he could bring another word forward, y/n‘s lips were on his. It wasn‘t like any other kiss the two of them had ever shared before. It was pure and deep and absolutely earth shattering. Y/n turned in her husband‘s embrace. Her arms were entangled in his hair as she clung to him in pure desperation. Zuko replied with a force just as equal to hers. Behind their usual softness, a roaring fire of passion and need came to the surface. Soon there was not one gap to be found between their bodies as their hands roamed each other’s skin.
Zuko thought he had to drown. If that was the way he was going to die, he would do so gladly. Gasping softly, he pulled away ever so slightly and stared into the eyes he could get lost in a billion times. „Y/n,“ he breathed. It was the only thing he could think of. Y/n. His angel. His everything. Her eyes were like a whole universe of never ending wonders. His thumb brushed away the tear that made its way down her angelic cheeks.
A soft whisper came from her lips as she gazed back at him, „Yes?“ A warm shiver ran down her spine, until she could feel the sensation in the very core of her soul.
Zuko tightened his grip even more as he leaned their foreheads against each other. „You are my sanity.“ The ghost of a smile danced along his lips and y/n thought she had stopped breathing right there and then. „Let me show you how desperate I am. How desperate I am for your love, for everything you are,“ he said breathlessly and finally sealed his words with his lips on her‘s.
She could feel the fire ignite inside his body, the heat coming off of him. And she melted into his touch, his hands stroking the bare skin on her back, pulling her closer and closer until they could as well have been one. Y/n felt her knees go weak and sank against her husband‘s body as she felt him trembling. She grabbed the hair on the back of his head and caused Zuko to let out a deep moan, coming from the deepest part of his throat. He staggered in his steps, desire nearly making his knees give out. They stumbled over the grassy ground until they felt the softness of the blankets laid out underneath them. When they went down, y/n felt Zuko’s mouth shift to the sensitive skin along her neckline, her throat and when he began to place longing kisses all over her and let his tongue caress the spots he had kissed, it was y/n who let out a shuddering breath.
„You‘re mine, y/n,“ he said, his voice filled with the darkness of desire. His words made y/n arch her back, it cost her every ounce of control she had left in her body to vanish into the fog that was rising inside her head. Zuko‘s words made her dizzy, as if she was lost in swirling clouds with only her husband‘s touch keeping her from falling.
She let her hands slip to the collar of his jacket. „And you‘re mine, Fire Lord.“ Her words made him shudder. Her voice had always made him weak, but hearing you say these words was like turning his whole entire world upside down, like starting a fire that could not be taken out. He was at her mercy, utterly and completely lost since the moment he had looked into her eyes.
Only when he felt her hands fumble with the fabric of his jacked did Zuko stop his way along y/n‘s collarbone. He lowered his wife to the ground, where she laid between satin cushions and he whispered barely audibly: „Let me love you.“
„Only if you take off that jacket now,“ she smirked.
Zuko did not complain, he opened the shimmering golden buttons, one after the other, never for a second taking his eyes away from y/n. Heat shot into her face. She felt his eyes ravishing her even if he was still not touching her in any way. „Your wish is my command, love,“ he murmured. And the smirk faded and was replaced with something that always managed to bring the Fire Lord to his knees, begging for more.
Finally the fabric slipped off his shoulders and bared his toned chest. Y/n gulped before releasing a choked little noise that brought a wicked smile on Zuko‘s lips. These spirits-damned lips. They would someday be her downfall. He leaned forward, until he hovered above her. When y/n touched the warm skin of his chest, Zuko closed his eyes as if he hatte physically resist collapsing here and then on top of her.
„Good thing, we‘re nowhere near anyone who could hear us,“ y/n whispered and brushed her lips against the pulsing vein on the side of his neck, just below his jaw.
He gasped softly before crushing his lips onto y/n‘s. From this moment on it was as if they were in a daze, the only meaningful thing the one they held in their arms. Zuko‘s hands traveled along her body reassuringly, lovingly until they came to stop at her neck. „Will you help me, my love?“ he asked. A moment later, y/n had arched her back, so that her husband‘s hands could get to the strings that held her dress together. While he opened the knot, she could feel his hot breath against her skin, the warmth of his own body pressing against her‘s. Then she heard the quiet question he murmured into her ear. „May I?“ He did not have to ask a second time, as y/n nodded her approval.
The silken fabric slid off her and Zuko paused, his face filled with love and desire. „I cannot say this enough times, you never fail to take my breath away,“ he said.
It was the spark in his eyes that sent her fantasies on wild journeys in her head. But somehow sudden confidence overcame her as she leaned to his ear, speaking huskily, „What a shame, there is nothing i want to hear more than your moans in my ear, darling.“
His smirk was devilish. „Oh, you will. But I will make you scream my name until the whole city knows whose wife you are.“
Y/n gazed defiantly into his eyes.
„Just like that. Look at me just like that,“ he whispered. His hand wandered down to her knee, where the rest of the dresses fabric had gathered itself. As if he was waiting for some kind of reaction, he took his time when he grazed his finger along the nape of her knee. Y/n‘s breathing had drastically increased in speed but never ever did she look away from the deep honey eyes above her. It was like being caressed by a feather.
His fingers traveled higher and higher, taking the fabric with him. It felt like eternity herself before he finally arrived at her very core. „Shit,“ Zuko swore. Y/n gasped softly and let her own hand slide along his chest, down his stomach. She could feel his muscles, steeled from years and years of training, tense the closer she got to the waistband. However, before she could reach it, Zuko said, „No, let me take care of you first, my love.“ Then he leaned down and pressed his lips onto hers, his tongue softly asking for entrance.
He then began slowly stroking her at her most sensitive spot. Deep seated warmth spread across y/n‘s body as she shifted her legs, so that he would gain even better access. Zuko then lowered his face to her neck and further down. When he tenderly bit the soft skin of her breasts, she couldn‘t contain the moan that emerged from her mouth any longer.
Zuko smiled at the sound, that was like music to his ears. He felt the wetness pooling between his wife‘s legs and struggled to keep silent on his own. Only the thin fabric of her undergarment prevented him from fully indulging in it.
As he continued his way down, he took the dress with him and then when he reached her core, he quickly asked for permission before also dragging her undergarment down. Then, he paused, admiring the goddess like appearance of his wife, who had halfway closed her eyes.
„Please, Zuko,“ she whimpered and in this moment, he knew he would protect her at all costs. Forever. She was laying there, completely vulnerable and trusting that she was safe in his arms, that Zuko swore right there and then, he would always prove himself worthy of her trust.
He lowered himself until he could breathe a kiss against her throat, his pants still in its place. „You never have to beg with me, my love. Never,“ he said and bit softly into the tip of her ear which earned him another muffled groan. „Are you ready for me?“
She squirmed underneath him and said, „Yes, Zu.“
„Good.“ He placed another kiss under her jawline before he rose and took off the last layer separating the two of them. Zuko kneeled before her in all his glory. It was not like it was something she had never seen before but it never ceased to amaze her which reaction her husband caused in her. It was like watching a god become human. He looked ethereal and when he smiled at her she felt the pure love in his honey eyes like a wave crushing overhear head. And as he lowered himself a last time, she laid her hand flat on his chest, where she could feel his steady heartbeat drum against her fingers.
Zuko never looked away when he entered his wife‘s warmth. He was trembling to his very innermost point. Y/n was the kind of person that shook his soul, his very being. The feelings rushing over him now where like being drowned an flying at the same time. He couldn‘t help the deep moan that escaped his lips in this moment. Deeper and deeper he entered her and with every inch he got closer to her, to her soul. His forehead touched hers in a desperate attempt to not loose control so soon.
Y/n pressed a tender kiss onto his nose, looking deep into his eyes, while pulling him even closer wither hands. Then Zuko met resistance and made both of them groan into each other’s mouths.
„Spirits, y/n,“ Zuko breathed. „I always forget how heavenly you feel around me.“
His words made her clench her core which made him suck in a deep breath. Zuko tried to move and knew right there and then that he couldn‘t last long tonight. He fell into a slow but deep rhythm thrusting into her that made his wife arch her back. The slight change of position only enabled him to enter her even deeper and transformed the both of them in a matter of minutes in panting and moaning messes.
„Zuko,“ y/n whimpered. „I… I can‘t…“
He pressed his lips against her temples and entangled one of her hands with his while he sent the other one down to caress her core. „It‘s okay, love. Show me how good you can take me.“
She began to tremble helplessly while moan after moan escaped her mouth. To say, this didn‘t make Zuko, proud would be a fat lie, but he himself was on the verge of losing his sanity and it took every ounce of control he had in his body not to finish here and now.
„Come for me, my love,“ he breathed. His thrusts had become sloppy and he was barely hanging off the cliff by now.
His words were enough to push her over the edge as she cried out in ecstasy. Meanwhile, Zuko moaned and swore into her ear, just as he had said beforehand. He collapsed on top of y/n, breathing hard, faint sweat visible on his forehead, after he rode out their high.
„I love you, y/n,“ he whispered.
His wife was not yet able to answer his confession but entangled her shaking hands in his raven hair. And so they stayed for a few moments. A mess out of entangled limbs, breathing hard and silently caressing each other lovingly while whispering sweet nothings to each other.
When the two of them finally separated, Zuko took one of the blankets to cover his wife. Snuggled up into the warmth of her husband‘s side, y/n immediately fell asleep, a content smile on her face. The last thing she heard was Zuko who whispered into her ear. „Sleep tight, my angel. I will watch over you. Always.“
A/n: Congratulations, you‘re a Zuko simp now. Also sorry, not proofread. :) also check out part 1 and 2!