ANGRY SEX WITH
~THE FIRELORD~
Context: Zuko has been away for weeks because of his duty. You tried being an understanding wife but your patience had it's limits especially because you were both living under the same roof yet you've seen the comet more than his face lately so you went to the room he was staying at to confront him about it.
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Zuko was in a terrible mood before the sun had even set. By the time he stormed out of the last meeting, his patience was already burned to ash.
Another advisor had questioned his judgment. Another general had pushed for aggressive action. Another noble had demanded something trivial as if it mattered more than the stability of the entire nation. The voices piled up, overlapping, suffocating. Each one expecting him to have the perfect answer, the perfect control. And it made him irritable. Sharp. Ready to snap at anything and anyone that moved.
A servant bowed as he passed
“Move,” the word came out harsher than intended, but he didn’t take it back.
Zuko kept walking, boots striking the floor harder than necessary, jaw clenched so tight it ached. His hands curled into fists at his sides, heat prickling under his skin like his firebending wanted an excuse to lash out.
He hated being Fire Lord when it meant losing himself piece by piece. By the time he reached his chambers, all he wanted was silence but as the door opened, he could already feel that the night was far from over.
Standing by the balcony, arms crossed, the night air brushing through her hair. Waiting.
Zuko exhaled slowly, already feeling something shift from irritation to something more complicated. “Why are you here?”
A sharp, humorless chuckle escapes her lips. “Am I not allowed to share a bed with my husband?”
He shut the door a little too hard. “I’ve had a long day—”
“So have I.”
Her voice cut clean through whatever patience he had left.
“Except mine didn’t include ignoring my husband.”
Zuko’s temper flared instantly. “You know I never intended to do that.”
“Of course you didn't.” she turned to face him, voice raised, all the pent up emotions finally exploding right then and there, “You don’t eat with me, you don't sleep in our bed—you avoid me like I'm sort of a plauge!"
“I’m running a nation!” he snapped, frustration finally breaking loose. “Everything depends on me—”
“And what about US?” Her voice cracked as she interrupt his statement. She understood all of that, sure but how long will she turn a blind eye to his negligence.
“Do we just… wait until you remember we exist?”
The anger didn’t leave him. It shifted. Twisted into something heavier.
Zuko dragged a hand through his hair, pacing once like a caged animal. “You think I want this? You think I enjoy being pulled apart every day?”
“Then why does it feel like I’m the easiest thing for you to let go of?”
The room went quiet, tension thick enough to choke on. He stopped pacing, staring at her like he didn’t know whether to argue or apologize.
The silence only gave her room to let out her anger more, "Aang manages to take care of Katara and he's ruling THE WORLD. Before all of your glory, you promi—"
Before she could continue, his hand caught her waist, pushing her against the wall and silencing her with a deepened and forceful kiss.
She shoved at his chest. “LET GO OF ME. I AM NO—" yet again, she was cut off by the same tactic.
The kiss was rough, heated—weeks of distance, frustration, and unspoken longing spilling out all at once. She resisted for barely a heartbeat before giving in—grabbing onto him just as fiercely, fingers clutching his robes like she couldn’t decide whether to push him away or pull him closer.
Maybe both.
His hands found the ribbon behind her dress, grounding himself in something real, something his. Her fingers tangled into his hair, tugging just enough to make him inhale sharply against her lips.
“You don’t get to just—kiss me and fix everything,” she murmured, breath unsteady.
“Just shut up."
Zuko's voice was still angry, clearly still agitated and before she could mutter another comeback, he fell down to his knees, burying himself under her loosened dress and began his feast.
"Z-zuko..." She moans out, her hand covering her mouth in fears of giving in while the other held onto a near table, trying to keep her balance.
"S...stop...ahh..." Her words barely audible as he began to indulge deeper... harder than before. His tounge exploring her folds as if he'd never tasted her before.
It didn't take long before she gave in—reaching her climax. Her long moan echoing throughout the room loud enough for any unfortunate passerby that may wander through the halls.
Knowing that she was satisfied, he got up again, holding her back and grounding her—afraid that she might fall down with those shaking legs of her.
"Don't you—" yet again, he didn't let her finish. He went in for another kiss, letting her taste herself as he finally loosened her dress enough for it to simply trail down her body.
“You’re.... still an idiot,” she muttered. Breath barely there yet her anger clearly present.
Zuko let out a quiet breath yet he didn't speak. He simply took off his clothes, standing bare infront of her—still pressed against the wall
"I won't say things that I might regret," he whispers against her ear, his breath hot as if steam was coming out of it. Before she could react, the Firelord bit down her neck, earning him a broken moan which he was satisfied with.
She tries to push him again, trying to remember his faults despite her clear enjoyment of the moment, "...this isn't how you redeem your honor"
He sighs heavily, brushing his hair back ck before his hand yet again found his way around her waist—not rough, but firm—and the next second, her back was raised against the wall. Zuko caged her in, one hand braced her hips, the other still holding her waist. Heat radiated off him, his presence overwhelming, suffocating in the way that actually felt good.
"Then tell me exactly how I can redeem my honor, my darling..." The Firelord whispers with that same growl, patience growing thin.
She could feel him in between her legs—hardened, throbbing and definitely ready to devour her yet she still refused to give in. After all, he did break his promise of never leaving her alone.
"Just... let me go." She was still breathless yet her tone as demanding as it could be. It irretated Zuko even more yet for some reason, it also turned him on.
The already irretable Firelord couldn't hold it in a second longer and finally snapped—he inserted all of himself without warning, giving her a loud gasp. Being angry as he is, he didn't give her a moment to breath before continuing roughly. His pace was erratic—uncontrolled. It was as if he was making up for lost times.
Her back slid in rhythm to Zuko's thrusts. And so did her moans. Everytime he hit her walls, she screamed out his name in pleasure while digging her nails on her back—deep enough to leave a scar and for everyone to see during his training.
It didn't take long for her to yet again reach her limit, shouting his name with broken curses as she did so. But even after her climax, Zuko's pace never dimmed. Instead, he went faster knowing that she was now heavily sensitive.
His wife tried to mutter words out of defiance but with her husband being persistent as he is, she could only moan out her feelings which gave him a sense of satisfaction.
Soon enough, Zuko was reaching his end too and he made sure she knew about it. His grip tightened around her, his breathing strained and becoming hotter against her skin and most notably, he went deeper in—wanting to secure that none of his heirs spill out.
As he hit her sweet spot, he finally released himself while biting her neck, making sure that it would remain for at least a week.
"F...fuck...you..." She mutters weakly, collapsing against the man's broad shoulders as small droplets of cum escaped through her.
"Still not done? Hah... neither am I."
Without even respite, he made her bend against the table she was holding onto before, ready to fuck the anger out of his beloved wife until she was satisfied.
