yep! it was originally on my amortoru blog but i deactivated; i reposted bc i spent quite some time writing deflowered and saw how many ppl liked it :,)) <3
âč àŁȘ Ë à»ê± first time w/o a condom with bf! bunnyâŠwho cums a lot! (and lowk has a breeding kink)
your boyfriend is meticulous, careful with contraceptives in case anything happens. you appreciated his efforts and also kept up with that.
however, after a game with barcha and the usual âwalking-into-the-arena-with-a-childâ charade, you didnât know if it was because you were ovulating, but something about your boyfriend handling a child with such care and being so tender to youâŠ
maybe itâs a good idea to skip on it for now.
so when you were grinding against his bare cock and as he reached over the nightstand for a condom, you stopped his hand, much to his confusion.
you quickly pivoted, lips on his neck and arms around him. âbaby, maybe we can skip on thisâŠjus' for tonight.â all of a sudden, your boyfriendâs usual lazy and monotonous gaze shifted to one of lust and glee. âno condom, yeah?â
âprincesa, are you serious?â he held your face and stared at you like you hung the stars on the night sky yourself. you nodded, and you suddenly got pushed on your back, your legs still wrapped around your boyfriend's waist.
jesus christ, you should have known better. you really should have known better. especially given the fact youâre involved with 1) a new gen 11 player, and 2) a person with an inhumane amount of stamina.
however, you forgot two things about your boyfriend; one was how he stares at you so lovingly every time youâre with your baby nieces and nephews, unaware of how heâs already planning out your future together as parents. what names sound good with âiglesiasâ, how you would look so pretty and pregnant with his babies...bunny could die a happy man.
the second? because you always wear a condom, you didnât realize how much he tends to cum. even when you do suck him off, you kinda...forgot.
he began aligning his cock to your dripping entrance and pushing with a big squelch!
bunny was big, his cock was big, but it felt like he was bigger the moment he bottomed out in you. he held your hips and raised them with a light smile.
âmira nada mĂĄsâŠhow cute, pretty,â he said. bunnyâs tone was dark, almost demeaning, despite his hand pressing down on your tummy bulge. âgonna make you a mami, yeah?â he muttered. your breathing became shaky as your gaze was glued onto your boyfriend's ravenous look. like he was going to eat you.
you should have known your boyfriend was going to have you in all sorts of positions, and how much he was dripping out of you onto the floor.
so before you could even process, he had you in a full-nelson, your cunt squelching obscenely with every harsh thrust after the nth position he had you in. youâd been at it for what? hours? yet, he couldnât stop.
âyou like that? gonna be such a pretty mami with our babies. vas estar toda embarazadaâŠjoder,â he muttered almost like a prayer, slamming you onto his cock with every whine you let out. your head was against his shoulder and you felt limp against his body, which was still fucking going.
you didnât foresee this at all. your boyfriendâs never even been that vocal during sex yet heâs going on a tangent on getting you pregnant?
âprincesa? you still there, baby?â he remarked, a light laugh slipping from his lips at your incomprehensible mumbles.
your gaze was on the ceiling, unaware of how he walked with you towards the bathroom.
âmirate, preciosa. how cute.â your eyes wandered towards the mirror, causing your eyes to widen at the sight of your cunt all filled up with bunnyâs cum spilling onto the floor and it lathered on your ass and thighs. your neck was littered with several hickies and love bites that you exhaled sharply in shock, wondering how you were going to explain all of this to your co-workers the next day.
and what did bunny do? he laughed mockingly at your limp and tired figure.
âwe really should do this again. i really do have to make you a mami afterall.â
âč àŁȘ Ë à»ê± for the entire time youâve known your loser!bf ness, youâve never seen him get so jealous until now?
you'd only been 'officially' dating for a few months now. your lover is a quiet and calm person; someone who is so cute and caring. he's attentive to you and occasionally plans out your dates meticulously so that everything is perfect for his 'lovely girl'. sex with him was so gentle and great. if you wanted him to be rougher, he'd do it (even if he didnât manhandle you like you wanted sometimesâŠhe was just too nice).
if you wanted it to be vanilla, then he'd do it too. he was perfect!
alexis didn't have much of a temper either, but communicated his feelings to you if he had any concerns. however, you couldn't help but notice a shift in his demeanor.
initially, you assumed it was because of his new t.a. position for 'intro to european literature' that stressed him out. at your university, it was a rather difficult class and he was sure to be bombarded with emails.
but then, you noted how, ever since kaiser began interacting with you, that he's been... rather aggressive. not towards youâgod noâbut towards kaiser.
michael kaiser was a fucking assholeâhe ran through people like they were cigarettes and yet, of course, he had to find out about the girlfriend of his 'best friend'. kaiser barely found out you two were official a few weeks ago, it was like a flip switched. he went from being indifferent to you, to acting like you were a new conquest of his that he wanted to take to his bed.
for the new semester, you happened to have intro to behavioral economics with both kaiser and your boyfriendâand of course, you sat between them. he was flirtatious as hell, anyone could see it. and it was clear he was trying to push your boyfriend's buttons.
"such a pretty blouse you have on, n/n... your boyfriend got it for you?" he'd say it in a tone that mocked and mimicked ness' usual gentle cadence and soft pronunciation of syllables. only thing was? they were laced with malice. it was like you were caught in between crossfire. especially today.
"mm, it was a gift for my lovely girl. why, kaiser? plan to get it for whatever girl of the week you have?"
kaiser laughed almost bitterly. lecture was over, and the three of you were packing up to leave when this was happening. throughout the long speech your professor was giving about his dissertation relating to today's topic, kaiser was playing with your hair, complimenting your perfume, even analyzing your manicure (that happened to have your boyfriend's initial on the ring finger).
"well, you usually have such great taste, alexis. but the color seems to wash her out, no?" (he was lying through his teethâness RESEARCHED what colors fit your skin tone and undertone).
"ahh, well... she seemed to have no complaints about it when i received my thanks this morning... my baby can be quite thankful." alexisâ jaw clenched and he narrowed his eyes at kaiser. a smug smile settled on your boyfriendâs face and he lifted his pierced eyebrow.
and then, the michael kaiser, who's expression was always smug and 'all-knowing' shifted to one of disgust, amusement, and shock.
who knew that your loser!bf ness, could be such a damn pervertâand a jealous one at that. clearly not michael. he looked at you with his eyes narrowed, then at ness, nodded hesitantly, and left with the tips of his ears flushed red.
then, it was like all his confidence disappeared and he looked at you with a look of horror, his cheeks becoming flushed, and his glasses fogging up. âbaby, iâm so sorryâ! he wouldnât shut the fuck up and iâ!â
you smiled at him, kissing his cheek and leaving a shimmery pink mark in its wake. âitâs okay, lex. i would have done the same thing.â
"but myâŠi didn't know you could get so jealous, baby..."
he gulped, looking down at your matching chucks with pink and purple beads on your laces and your favorite colored beads on his.
he was embarrassed. veryâŠ
âwanna make it up to me?â
ness slowly looked up, playing with his snake bite piercing and was going to nod until you spoke again.
âor i can always ask mihya?â and it was like you unleaded a monster.
you took him to your apartment like any other dayâand let him do whatever he wanted. the idea of him being so angryâŠso jealousâŠturned you on.
the edges of your lips curved to a smile, eyes locked on how utterly pathetic alexis appeared before you, hickies blossoming on the pale of his neck and smeared lipgloss on his lips and cheeks. the two of you were stripped down to nothing, and after fucking you on the couch, your bed, and the island counter of your kitchen, heâs now bending you over the bathroom sink.
you really shouldnât have underestimated himâŠhe can be quite the pervertâŠand quite the slut.
he licked a stripe on your neck, arms wrapped around your tummy and slamming you onto his cock with a loud thwop! âyou sure threatening to ask mihya was a good call? mihya, my ass.â
âwhat a fucking tease you are, n/nâŠfuckâŠyet such a damn slut for my cock.â
you shrugged your shoulder instinctively, feeling his warm tongue piercing on your flushed skin and letting eye contact in the mirror, already fogging up. his glasses were off, abandoned a long time ago and strands of his dyed hair were sticking to his forehead.
your back was pressed against his hard chest and your ass slammed against his firm thighs while his weeping cock bullied your cervix so damn good.
âlex, baby, i love youuuu and your fuckingâgodâ cock-!â you slurred as if you inebriated from his dick, hiccuping from your crying as you squirted for the nth time on his cock. âiâm only yours, lexy, all yours.â
his cock twitched and balls tensed against you, with your boyfriend letting out a damn whimper as he spilled inside you. he held you, lashes fluttering as he looked at the mirror and saw you sobbing.
nessâ breath hitched, turning you around and lifting you to sit on the sink. he wiped your tears with a napkin and you could tell how his own eyes began to water and his voice began to tremble. âbaby, iâm so sorry! i didnât mean to make you cryâiâm so sorry i must be the biggest asshole in the world, iââ
you smiled, leaning to kiss him on the cheek. âyâknowâŠi really do need to make you more jealous often. you were so roughâit was the best thing ever.â
he pouted, flushed again and looking away. âplease donât do that. i feel badâŠâ
you scared me , i thought you vanished off the face of the earth đ
haiiiii!! no it was just me having a bit of a moment and deleted my acc bc of it but i genuinely love writing and i love tumblr so iâm back for good !!
âč àŁȘ Ë à»ê± tutor!reader popping incel!naoyaâs cherry for study motivation
you knew incel!naoya was a prick. apart from his little popular posse of frat bro, black-pill media-consuming, degenerate friends, he was kind of known for being an overall prick in general. if it wasnât his friends, his attitude and wealth were the topic of conversation.
and said conversation wasn't always good. clearly.
yet, you couldnât help but constantly pick on himâcourtesy of being in the same class as him. the sole fact that you two were the same major just fueled the fire to your burning hatred for this guy⊠as well as the fact that you had the absolute privilege of being his tutor (since the idiot is a test away from failing the class).
it comes with some perksâdespite naoya zenâin being who he isâhis parents are willing to pay generously as long as you make sure he passes.
by any means necessary.
and of course you also had to take advantage of the fact that naoya zenâin was also⊠a virgin.
âholy shit, youâre pathetic.â you musedâ a snarky smile gracing your features as your fingertips played with his bleached blonde hair. your fingertips rubbed against his surprisingly soft strands, all the while he was huffing.
âyou canât even memorize this shit but you sure as hell could memorize whatever bullshit your favorite small-dicked streamers say, huh?â
you were lucky all the leg days youâve had in the gym prepared you for this; you hovered on his throbbing erection, practically drooling with pre as his breathing became labored. âiâiâŠâ
you smiled at his compromised position, lifting your hips and rubbed your pussy against his weeping tip. naoya was currently sitting on his stupid little gamer chair with his hands tied by one of his expensive ties, whereas you were sitting on his lap, waiting for an answer.
âiâiâgive me a summary of what happened in platoâs crito.â you could practically feel naoya seething from underneath you due to your mocking.
he snarled. âfuckinâ bitchââ
you grabbing his sensitive cock, earning a gasp from the great naoya zenâin, and slowly sank on itâignoring the evident pleasure it causes both of you (and the little whine that bitch let out). it shouldn't feel so good; it shouldn't make you feel so full and it shouldn't have caused for that little bulge to form in your abdomen as soon as he bottomed out his cock inside you...
âmmâd-donât forget daddyâs paying money for you to pass. now tell me what happened or iâm not fucking moving and you fail. then, guess who's gonna get fucked?â
naoyaâs expression shifted from one of bliss to annoyance. âfine. crito tries to tell socrates or whatever the guyâs name was, to escape.â
you gyrated your hips the smallest amountâbut enough to make naoya hiss and for his cock to throb inside you. you frowned, out of frustration for naoya's utter incompetence and for the fact that his slightly-above-average-lengthened cock was able to make you clench around him.
part of yourself is livid that youâre enjoying yourself so muchâenjoying the idea of popping the 'biggest-asshole-youâve-ever-metâs cherry. that is sure something to make fun of.
âmhmâŠgimmie more details.â you murmured, brushing your hands on his warm, flushed skin. naoya hissed at your touch, like it burned him despite his blushing face.
"f-fuck...fuckin' socrates refuses to leave athens because of his morals and principals. because the old man believed that the laws were fundamentally right..." you were killing the poor guy with the way your hips moved ever so languid. he was practically seconds away from coating your insides white.
âand what about the philosophical ethics for critoâand the republic?â
you could practically taste the loathe naoya had toward you right now. âcrito looks at civic duty while the republic looks into personal justice and shitâŠo-oh f-fuuuckâ, both of them are equally important when it comes to political philosophy... â
"jesus christ, you really are a virginâ! shit..â you laughed, feeling the way his cock throbbed and the way naoya's breathing became labored like he finished running an hour marathon.
you didn't have to move your hips at all at this point, as naoya took the liberty of bouncing you on his cock with his toned hips. the roomâinstead of being filled with your snarky remarks and his bitchy comebacksâwas engulfed in the sound of naoyaâs whiny voice along with your quiet gasps, as he thrusted his hips up and his thighs hit your ass.
"but you're doing soâahhâŠgood!" you didnât mean to sound condescending or mocking but you couldnât help but let out a gasp at how his cock felt. how with very limited action, he still manages to kiss your cervix with every motion of your hips.
you were glad though, that he grasped the contentâeven if your methods were questionable regarding ethics.
"s-shut the fuck up. god, you're fucking tight..." he groaned, throwing his head back as you rode him. it hadnât even been five minutes since you sat on naoyaâs cock yet you could feel him beginning to spill his cum inside you, painting your insides accompanied by the influx of whines. âp-pleaseâŠoh fuuuuuckâŠâ
you shot him a mocking smile, moving your hips back and forth as the milky ring on the hilt of his cock got spread onto his lower stomach and your inner thighs.
you began getting up from his lap and causing a mess on his leather gaming chair from his cum dripping from your syrupy, overflowing pussy. he shuddered at the sight and blinked up at youâthe sight comical considering it was naoya zen'in, the biggest incel prick you knew.
well⊠incel no more that is.
âsee, was that so hard? if you get above a 90 on the written exam, you take charge. okay?â
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slight edits here and there !!!
dedicated to mai lob @yuucide ily bae ill write all the naoya you want
âč àŁȘ Ë à»ê± bff (and o.f. cameraman?!)! higuruma finally fucks you for your twitter! l
hiromi would do anything for you, and you didnât mean for him to find out at first. you really didnât mean for your best friend since elementary to find out about yourâŠhobby.
it was probably a few months ago since your best friend hiromi found out about your little side hobby as a twitter girl (was that even the right term? you just masterbated on camera?). you did it as a means to profit off your high libido and sexuality, while not showing your face as you attended law school with your best friend.
he accidentally received a link to your stuff that you meant to send toji, your mutual on twitter (who also posted his fair share of kinky shit), instead of the link of files hiromi hadnât received for a class⊠and wellâŠ
âspread your legs a bit more at the camera, yeahâ attagirl,â now he was your cameraman. you didnât know how this even came about, but you didnât necessarily complain. youâve been needing better angles. you were shocked by his reaction making the offer (thinking back, he probably said it in the moment most likely said due to awkwardness or something elseâŠ).
âf-fuckâŠnghhhâyeahhhhâŠâ you bit your lower lip, angling the pink dildo while inserting it in and out your cunt.
hiromi held the phone, his hands shaking yet focused on having the best angle for your little twitter video. âdonât bite your lip, keep letting those pretty sounds out, yeah?â
âlift your shirt up a bit,â ârotate your hips juuust like that.â
perhaps it was a bad idea to have this type of situation with your friend; someone whoâve you fantasized about while doing these types of videos. someone whoâs also had feelings for you since high school.
hell, you even imagined the thought of him finding out before and got so aroused at that simple idea. it also doesnât help how much his praise really affected you.
you took the toy out and groanedâin frustration rather than pleasure.
hiromi squinted at you. âwhatâs wrong?â
âi feel like playing with a toy is too overplayed. too saturated,â you glanced over at hiromi, whom still had your phone and avoiding your gaze. âlemme see what other ideas i could do.â
and the top suggestion from people in your only fans and in twitter comments was⊠fucking someone. hooking up. those casual fucking videos.
in particular, your audience loved hiromiâs voiceâand asked for you to fuck âthe guy with the really sexy voice behind the cameraâ.
you narrowed your eyes over at your best friend after reading them out loud; it was no surprise his reaction was his face beet red, eyes hooded and lips pressed together. yet hiromi being hiromi, feigned nonchalance. he pushed up his reading glasses and gripped on the wool fabric of his grey cardigan.
âi could help you, if youâd like.â
and of course, that was the best damn thing hiromi higuruma could do. all the fantasies heâs had of you multiplied tenfold since getting your twitter account.
he didnât even have to see your face to know it was you; same apartment and couch he lounged with you to watch whatever trashy movie on weekends, same old t-shirts youâd wear to sleep (he swore he spotted one of his in your videos) to even your cute voice moaning so sweetly.
hiromi liked youâstill does. since high school he has; and agreeing to be your of/twitter cameraman person was both the dumbest yet best shit he could have ever done. he liked helping you of courseâitâs you (literally why he used to stay up multiple nights with you to help you with constitutional law the moment you said you needed help)âbut he hated you being looked at for the world to see.
and why not take this time to really show youâre his.
âmmm oh my godddddâhicâfuckkk!â you felt yourself begin to cry while he pulled your hair. your back arched and you clawed at the kitchen countertop.
the phone was angled so you couldnât see your faces, but a small part of you wished it did, so that youâd gatekeep your little video forever. your little oversized shirt you wore before was hitched up to your chest, your plush tummy feeling the cold marble.
but how you wished to see hiromi; see him in his sexy little nerd law school get up; see him all flustered while his gelled hair became disheveled. then his glasses becoming all fogged up while they slid down that sexy rideable nose you dreamed about since god knows how long.
god, the thought was turning you on. you knew your viewers would eat this upâbesides his fucking voice was so undeniably hotâŠ
âmove your hips like that for me, sweetheart; attagirl, beautifulâŠâ
it was damn obsceneâthe slick, sticky sound of your bodies meeting echoed through the whole kitchen. but what was more obscene was the continuous torturous pace hiromi took, slowly dragging his large fucking cock in and out your slippery cunt.
the moment you laid eyes on that thing, you even wondered how itâd fit.
âb-but it ahh-really hurtsâfuckkkk,â you bit your lower lip, cheek squished on the cold surface while you let out incomprehensible mumbles every time hiromi thrusted in you. you could feel his cock pulse and twitch with every move of his hips, and feel your slick driiiip down your thighs. âyouâre t-too fuckingâmmm big!â
as exaggerated as it did appear, you werenât lying; your nerdy loser best friend had a big fucking cock and knew how to use it.
âcâmon beautiful. you can take it all for me, yeah? so pretty taking me cock, honey.â
his cock hit that delicious spot you could never read with a simple sex toyâa feeling washing over you that youâd never felt. you only wished that pesky condom wasnât in the way of receiving his creamy load inside.
god this was such a good idea.
âya-you knowânghhâyou really n-need to help me more.â
fuck, you could practically hear his smug little smile the moment you said that.
âanything for you.â
âanything?â
so when you finished, edited the video, and posted, of course you had to tease in the caption:
âfucking my boring const. law tutor/cameraman after studying :,(Â creampie next? :pâ
and of course he texted you a screenshot with a thumbs up emoji like the geek that he is.
abstract: fire lord zuko has faced the most intimidating of fighters throughout his life and is a great leader! only problem is? he doesnât know how to even hold hands, let alone fuck. luckily for him, his personal handmaiden knows just how to help his dilemma!
tags: firelord zuko x handmaiden! reader, 4.9k wc, smut + fluff, inexperienced zuko + reader, angst if you squint | art by boketto_X on twt <3
âThe council has decided; we need an heir, sir.â The annoying chamberlain kept droning for the last hour or so, and Zuko was beginning to get irritated.
Itâs been a few years since his coronation, and a few years of the council trying to set him up with any refined lady the Fire Nation had to offer.
âBut Iâm not married,â he replied.
It clearly hasnât worked.
An advisor cleared their throat. âWe know that and⊠actually thereâs a new fine miss in our radar who happens toââ
Zuko could feel his patience running thin and abruptly stood up.
âDismissed.â âB-But, sir!â Zuko turned to the chamberlain and advisors behind him, tone evidently laced with malice.
âI said this meeting is dismissed.â
The men scurried along like rats, leaving Zuko in his study⊠contemplating.
Aang and Katara are engaged to be married, Sokka is currently with Sukiâeven Toph has someone!
Zuko is a prideful man; heâs the Fire Lord for crying out loud⊠But even he can admit that he lacks in areas. SpecificallyâŠwhen it comes to being charismatic and a particular insecurity he has.
Zuko sucks at flirting and specifically being brazen.
Heâs been on approximately 45 dates in the past year⊠and not one lady has been interested. Or rather they have been, until he opens his mouth.
But not even that; if there was one thing Zuko was absolutely embarrassed about, it was his lack of experience when it comes to sex. He was a virgin, a prude, and shuddered at the thought of having to have his first with some random woman he never met.
There was even one time the council suggested concubines due to his lack of courting success⊠but there was no way in hell heâd do that (since⊠as disgustingly sweet as it is⊠he wanted to be an intimate relationship with someone he considered close).
Maybe it was a blessing in disguise that heâs put off so many of those candidates, but a small part of him sulked at the fact that heâs going to have to have a wife sooner or later, and then have an heir. He sulked at the idea that it would be rushed and he wouldn't even love this person he was to marry.
âI can help you.â
Zukoâs lips pressed to a fine line, looking at your direction to see any reaction. Your face was completely neutral. There you were, sipping your tea while looking down, all with the most neutral expression in the world as if Zuko, the Fire Lord, didn't just tell you about his embarrassing celibacy.
Heâs always told you his dilemmas, and this was no different. Youâd always come up with a solution or compromise, but for some reason, he felt especially⊠on edge.
Youâve known Zuko since you two were children, as he attended the same school as you did for a few years before you and your father were officially promoted to head staff, and you, Zukoâs handmaiden.
Zuko remembers how you always followed him back in his childhoodâanswering to every beck and call; he remembers how sweet you were, how compassionate too, and how youâd encourage him when it came to Fire Bending.
You never showed a sign of protest when it came to anything, always a neutral look on your face.
And he couldnât lie, you were absolutely stunning (despite said neutral look), but he couldnât help but be put off even more. To be honest, you were more attractive than any of the candidates he's encountered (but who is he to say anything...).
âR-Really?â His skin turned flushed.
âMhm,â you hummed, sipping your tea calmly like you didnât almost cause for Zuko mentally break. You were currently sitting across from him, drinking tea with just him in the room while you listened to his problems like always. âIâm not some random woman, arenât I? I can teach you.â
You were too damn casual.
He nodded hesitantly. âNo, youâre not.â
Heâll admit, he has to get with the times. Not many people are saving their chastity and he has to stop being scared. Especially when it comes to wanting to romance others.
âAnd how so? How would you teach me?â
You shot him a smile. âTrust in me, my Lord. Everything shall be situated.
Zuko cleared his throat, glancing once more at your neutral face and nodded gently. âWhen do you suggest we start?â
You looked up and smiled. âWhenever youâd like, my Lord.â
lesson one: foreplay
Zuko thought it over, coming to a conclusion two days later and then asking you to come to his chambers later at night where the rest of the staff wouldnât see you.
He sat there, robe hastily put on and sat there awkwardly at the corner of his bed, waiting. And then he began thinking.
Zukoâs known you for a whileâyouâve been at his service for a long time. Hell, there was even a moment in time where he had a crush on you.
It was back when he would stride alongside his mother around the palace, constantly meeting your eyes every time he glanced over where your father would be working. Then youâd smile at him and his heart would be pounding; his mother knew, maybe even Azula knewâsheâd certainly mess with you sometimes, but overall respected you (more than him at least).
Sure, you were a âservantâ, but itâs obvious that you were a great Firebender. He remembers how heâd have trouble sleeping as a kid and walk off to the courtyard where youâd be there in a small corner, practicing Fire Bending and moving so graceful, it appeared almost like you were dancing.
Even when he got banished, heâd think of you. When heâd look at the stars, heâd think of how your eyes would shine every time you made eye contact.
And now youâre in this situation? He feels sheepish for almost exposing this vulnerability to youâŠ
Zuko jumped at the sound of a knock at his door being knocked, walking fast towards it and swinging it open rather quickly.
âGet in, get in.â He turned around all too fast, his back facing you in sheer embarrassment that heâd even have to ask this of you.
And of course you could tell; you always could. âMy Lord, please donât be embarrassed about this. It is simply educating you on your sexuality; nothing wrong with that.â
âRightâŠâ He walked to the bed slowly and sat down, his eyes following your figure slowly approaching him.
He canât deny it; you looked beautiful. Your nightly robes were a pretty white, its sheer fabric covering your body nicely and your nipples poking out in the fabric.
But as much as Zukoâs eyes were on your breasts, he quickly averted his eyes to you the moment you cleared your throat. You were holding a bookâŠ
âAnd that?â You smiled at his question.
âThis is erotic literature. Clear source material in order to work as an example on what to do.â
He blinked awkwardly, whereas your smile was still glued onto your face. You opened the book to a specific page, being bookmarked by a folded piece of parchment.
Perhaps Zuko was out of his mindâor maybe he already was (because why the hell else would he even be in this situation in the first place?), but he couldnât stop staring at you reading. God, he knew he was a prude but to get aroused by watching you lick your index finger every time you flipped a page? He felt his pants get tight and his mouth dry.
âDo I have permission to proceed?â He looked away, his face burning with embarrassment. âI guess.â
âSo⊠first, you hold their face and look into their eyes.â
Before he knew it, you leaned closer, holding his face and looking deep into his eyes. Your eyes softened and the moonlight peeking through the curtains hit your irisesâthe color almost instantly becoming more vibrant.
âAfter that, lean closerâŠâ
Then you just began kissing him. Zukoâs eyes felt like they were going to pop out; your lips were warm, plush and soft. You tasted sweet, like the pastries youâd make him on occasion.
Then your tongue slowly went in his mouth the sloppier the kiss went. Your hands cupping his face pulled him closer to you the more you kissed him.
But as Zuko was starting to get used to the pace of your lips, you stopped, pulling back.
He felt his heart race, blinking profusely like he was embarrassed.
The Fire Lord? Getting like this over a measly kiss? He can already imagine Aang and Sokka making fun of him should he ever accidentally tell this about this encounter.
âThat was good, my Lord,â you smiled. âMaybe you donât even need my teachings.â
âO-OhâŠâ He panicked, mouth going dry. âUm⊠I believe I still doâŠâ
And damn, you smiled so kindly. âOkay then please position yourself and sit against the headboard, my Loââ
âZuko.â
He wincedâGod, did he really just say that? Your eyes widened a fragment and you blinked. âSir, are you sure I can refer to you by your name?â
âWe are practicing intimacy,â he looked away while saying this and was glad the moonlight wasnât hitting him or else youâd see how absolutely flustered he was.
âReferring to each other by our given names is one of the most intimate things. Iâd like to try it with you too.â
Only then he looked at you when he heard a light laugh slipping from you. âOkay, Zuko.â
Fuck, you said his name so pretty too⊠You said it like it was something precious; softly enunciating the consonants and not spewing it harshly like how heâs known for almost all his life.
He felt his heart race faster, observing how you slowly got on the bed and planted your knees on the sides of his thighs, straddling him. You then sat on his lap, your crotch against his, and from your small smile forming on your face, he can tell youâve taken note of his evident hard-on.
âNow letâs try what we did again, but in this position!â
You sounded far too enthusiastic about thisâŠ
He blinked, awkwardly. He didn't know what to do. Hell, if he were to compare being in a room full of generals and his finest soldiers, he would consider that much easier than being stuck between your body and the wall.
Your eyes followed his hands, which were placed beside your thighs and you could sense how shaky they were. He let out a small gasp the moment you grabbed his forearms and led them to wrap around your waist.
âYou can touch me, sir.â He nodded slowly and grabbed at your waist hesitantly.
Your lips met his again, except with more fervor. Like you were trying to get a taste of a candy you haven't tasted in years, with your head slightly rotated. Your hands roamed around his upper torso, with your slim fingers caressing on the scar on his chest; it was as light as a feather on his skin.
Zuko could feel his heart beat so. Damn. Fast. So much so that he felt overwhelmed and light-headed and aroused, but also nervous if he was doing this right.
Your hips began grinding against his, hands tangled in his hair while you let his hands travel across your skin. His callous fingertips lightly brushed on your warm skin under your shirt, on your hips.
But when he was kissing you, he couldnât help but still feel so nervousâto be at such proximity to you and to be able totally touch you like this.
Then you pulled back and got off of him. As soon as he was in bliss, you quickly ended it. He couldnât atop the quite upset expression he had on his face, noted by you.
âDonât worry, sir. I must stop now since we are only at the beginning. According to this book, kissing intensely while grinding against oneâs geneââ
âOkay⊠I get it. Youâre dismissed.â
He laid on his bed, attempting to catch his breath before you spoke again. This time, without a blank look on your face and tone. You smiled so sweetlyâŠ
âItâs cute, but we have to work on your hesitation, sir. Please keep that in mind for our next lesson.â
He nodded, finally relaxing his body the minute you shut the door. You stole his first âmake-outâ. Sure, heâs kissed girls (and by girls, he means just Mai), but not like this.
Not like you wanted to practically taste them while caressing their face and pulling hair.
âFuckâŠâ he groaned. âWhat am I going to do with you..?â
And⊠he grimaced. He was still hard.
lesson two: fellatio + cunnilingus
For the next lesson, you had him sprawled out on the canopy bed of his chamber. Zuko swore he could fucking hear his heartbeatâŠ
He glanced over at you, once again reading your "source material" pornographic novel, and felt his heart beat into his chest. Your previous lesson didn't inherently lead to any sex, rather it was foreplay that left him all hot and bothered the moment you left.Â
All you did was grind against him and kiss, and you had him practically burning for more. And now, here he was, at your mercy. You were kneeled on the bed beside him while you really examined what to do. He could tell how your expression shifted from one of amusement to one of slightly shock, and then you closed the book.
âNow we are trying oral sex!â Once again, he couldnât help but be nervous at your demeanor.
âOkayâŠâ
âActually, oral sex is also considered foreplay for some before penetrative sex! But, I didnât want to rush you and also considered how flustered you got after last session, I decided it was enough!â
Zuko stared at you blankly. âRightâŠâ
You spoke so academically? Blankly? Youâre kind and listen to his dilemmas, but he feels unsure. When the both of you were making out, he was the one that was all hot and bothered while you simply left. Was he that terrible at this? Granted, it was his first time making out with someone while touching their body like that, but really?
He wonders how you get during sex⊠if youâre just as blank or if youâ
âOkay! I will strip myself, then you now.â
You then began to peel off your upper half, where Zuko made eye contact with your pretty breasts. Heâs never seen a womanâs breasts before like this, but yours looked beautiful. Really beautiful. Like a nice dumpling... Is that even a good comparison? What the hell is he thinking?
His eyes widened at how quick you leaned over, sliding his pants fast and exposing his dick, all hard and resting on his abdomen.
âNow please let me show you how to indulge in fellatio.â
You took his tip in your mouth, tongue swirling on his leaking tip and pressing on his shaft. It was too quick.
âHahhâfuckâŠâ Zuko closed his eyes, almost in disbelief that you were actually doing this.
You then took him whole in your mouth while stroking him at the base of his cock. You looked so cute, just cheeked hollowed out while you sucked him off.
You stopped for a moment, still stroking his cock while looking up at him with those damn pretty eyes of yours. âNow, if you want, you can also push my head a bit in case you would like a more pleasurable experience according to the book!â
And just like that, you latched your lips on his length, bopping your head up and down while your tongue dragged on his sensitive veins. He was itching for a release, and clearly you could tell too.
âYou can also ejaculate in my mouth if you so choose!â
And just at that moment, he did, with spurts of cum unloading in your mouth. Then you swallowed⊠ShitâŠ
Zuko took a moment to catch his breath, panting a bit before speaking again.
âNow let me do it to you.â
And for the first time, you looked hesitant. âCa-Can you repeat your question againâ?â
âCanât I indulge in oral sex with you?â
Your eyes widened like they were going to pop out of your skull. âI-I mean yesâŠbut it isnât necessarily proper.â
Zuko pushed you on the bed by your shoulders, making you lie down, where he got off the bed and stood over you.
âIf you are to educate me on my sexuality, not only would I like to learn how to receive but to give.â
He leaned towards you and grabbed the book beside you, flipping to the page you bookmarked talking about cunnilingus.
âHere we goâŠâ He couldnât lie that he felt nervous, but for some reason, just being in such an intimate situation where you were nervous as well, made him want to act more brazen. To take some type of authority.
âDo I have your permission to proceed?â
You blinked, your face feeling like itâs on fire, and nodded. âOnly if you want, my LoâZuko.â
He kneeled on the floor, taking off your pants and underwear down and being face to face with your cunt.
Of course, Zukoâs taken anatomy during school and has gotten a diagram on how female and male anatomy look like: all technical.
But as heâs kneeled down, he canât help but marvel at how pretty you look. Your sex was dripping with your arousal and as soon as you took note on how he was staring, you instinctively attempted to shut your thighs. Like a flower, almost. His eyes traced your body, all stiff and hesitant like you were anxious.
âPlease donât do that; let me make you feel goodâŠâ
Zuko grabbed your thighs, dragging you closer to him, and slowly kissed at your inner thighs, leading to your cunt.
Your breathing was shallow, shakyâand you were so evidently shy.
He lapped at your cunt, tasting your essence and going insane off it. He took one hand and placed it above your abdomen, two fingers spreading your labia apart and went at it.
Zuko was almost technical with his movements, kneading your plush thighs like bread dough and cupping his mouth around the top of your slit. His tongue began to piston inside you, going side to side and in figure-8 motions. He attempted to heat up his tongue even, to make the experience maybe a bit more pleasurable, all the while your thighs were crushing his head and you wereâŠcrying?
âO-Ohh my GodâŠ! Zukoâ!â You were whining, your voice so high pitched that he had to do a double take. Your voice usually was derived of emotion, but you were in absolutely bliss. âHahhh⊠thatâs so so goodâ!â
He began rubbing your clit with the bridge of his nose, feeling how you twitched every time he was grinding his nose against it.
And then you pulled on his hair, shoving his face in your cunt further. Your back arched from the bed, rotating your hips against his face and tangling your fingers within his hair further.
It was too much; you were practically crying out, tears streaming down your face while Zuko ate you out in such a sloppy manner, eliciting the most lascivious sounds to anyone who may walk in. He was practically making out with your pussy, savoring your taste. You were in a trance, practically almost reaching your climax.
Which is why, when the two of you were under your own euphoric state together, did you barely notice a councilman and his entourage barge in his chambers.Â
âMy LorâOh my goodness!â
âFuck!â
Zuko looked up, already seeing you covering your face with the covers while the councilmen were looking anywhere but the direction of you two.
âW-We shall leave you beâŠâ one spoke, turning abruptly.Â
âWait!â
Zuko abruptly put on his robe, following the councilman and his entourage.
âWhat is the meaning of this?! You dare infringe on my privacy?â
The councilman turned around, his expression going from embarrassed to slightly relieved.
The great Fire Lord was on his knees eating a woman out scandalously while he was supposed to be on the look-out for a wife.
The Fire Nation needs an heir now, and Zuko has a lover!
And the thing was, you were from a fine family. Your grandfather was an esteemed military officer to his grandfather and father; your mother taught at the military academy, your brother was a current general in the army.
This was perfect⊠An absolutely perfect candidate for a wife.
âThat woman⊠That woman is to be your betrothed.â
final exam: the night of his wedding
Zuko sat beside you on his bed, looking away. He bit his lip all anxious and afraid to meet your gaze.
It happened too quick. It was uncharacteristic of the council, however apparently someone snitched and you soon became his betrothed, and were to get married in two weeks after he was caught indulging in oral sex with you.
And now, you officially have gotten married, with you being the Fire Lady.
Yeah... You're now the Fire Lady.
He could seriously scream (in rage because he couldnât court you? In happiness because he actually likes you? In pure disbelief?).
His head turned to your direction, where you were blankly staring at the window. The moon was out and it was shining directly at your face, sporting a rather melancholic expression.
âI-Is everything alright?â
You were biting your lower lip and your eyes looked glossy, almost like you were stopping yourself from crying.
âY-Yeââ âBe honest with me.â
Your eyes met his and then, did the tears slip down your face and your lip quivering.
âIâm soâhicâso sorry⊠I canât begin to express how sorry I am to you, Zuko.â
He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, a pit settling in his stomach at the thought of being the reason for your tears. âWhat do you mean? Why are you apologizing?â
âI-IâYour wife! I s-stopped you from marrying your true love! A-And Iâm so so sorry!â You were bawling at this point, lightly clutching Zukoâs robes and head crouched down in shame.
âWait what?â He lifted your head up by your chin and saw how you were looking up at him with apologetic eyes.
Your breathing was shaky and you couldnât look him in the eyes, making Zukoâs heart hurt.Â
He hesitated. He didnât know how to make someone feel better if they were sadâlet alone a woman and someone he feels strongly about. His everything hurts looking at you cry.Â
So he tried something heâs never done, but reminded him of his mother.
âHere,â he whispered, holding your shaky hands. His thumbs caressed small circles on your palms, and you slowly looked up at him with eyes that were still overflowing with tears.Â
âYou didnât do anything wrong. At all. Donât ever think thatâŠâ He held eye contact that made you cry even more. âMy wife.â
At that moment, it felt so natural. You slowly leaned in, caressing his scarred cheek and running your fingertips through his skin, and kissed him.Â
It felt all too natural, to be undressing you from your new formal nightly gown, and to lay you down on the bed beneath him.
âWe donât have to do this if you donât want to⊠We donât have to consummate this marriage.â
âI do. I want to.â You said it all too quickly, looking away like you were flustered and destroying whatever nonchalant neutral façade you had been building.Â
The truth of the matter was that you love him and have been for years. And to think that you almost stopped him from âgetting his true loveâ, you felt terrible during the two weeks the council forbid you see your husband until your wedding ceremony.
âI want to see you, Y/N.â It was the first time heâd ever say your name so gently while being face to face with you, and he felt a pit in his stomach just looking at your soft smile.
He kept eye contact while he stroked himself, hesitant on touching you.
âOkayâŠâ you whispered quietly.
He began rubbing your slit with his cock, spreading your arousal on his length and paying attention to your clit.Â
âI⊠I learned something from the book during these two weeks I havenât seen you.â
You blinked and suddenly gasped.Â
Zuko placed a hand above your abdomen and began plunging his index and middle finger into your pussy and thrusting them in and out, eliciting a string of lewd shlick! sounds that echoed around your chambers.Â
Your eyes tightened, holding his muscular forearm as he continued. Your gummy walls clenched on his thick, quick fingers curling inside of you and hitting that spot.Â
âHahh⊠keep going. So soâŠgood.âÂ
A sound somewhere between a gasp and a squeak slipped from your lips at the sight of Zuko sticking his middle and index fingers into his mouth, sucking on them.Â
âMy Lordâ!â
He smiled, a sense of pride overtaking him at your sudden shock. âCanât I know how my wife tastes like? You taste simply divine, my wife.â
âOh myâ!â You squeaked, using your forearm to hide your flustered expression and beginning to roll your hips against nothing. Your clit still ached in anticipation for that friction he gave.
Zukoâs nimble fingers traced your goosebump-ridden skin and he cupped your left breast while his lips went further down to your other one. âYouâre so damn beautiful, my wife. All mine...â
The pit in your stomach grew and you looked away, embarrassed and aroused.Â
âPleaseâŠtouch me further.â
It was silent between the both of you for a moment; the wing in which the both of you were at was silent, and you could hear your heavy heartbeat in your ears the longer you kept eye contact with your husbandâs golden eyes, pleading with you.Â
âLet me pleasure youâŠY/N. Please.â
You nodded your head slowly and bit your lip, your gaze trailing down onto your husbandâs cock again, practically on the verge of cumming.Â
âDarlingâplease,â his golden eyes gazed at you, your flushed face and hesitant expression, and he smiled softly.Â
He felt nervous. What if he didnât like sex? What if you didnât like it? As much as he can call you darling, he was a nervous wreck internally.
âL-Let me know if it hurts. Please. I will stop.â
You nodded and dug your nails on his gentle skin, creating crimson crescents in their wake.
And just like that, your husband penetrated you while holding you so gently. Your lips pursed and your eyes followed where his were: at your cunt. The skin of the base of his cock wrinkled the moment he bottomed out in you and gleamed with your arousal when he moved his hips. Zuko hissed, his breathing becoming jagged and heavy.
âM-MoveâŠFaster, Zuko!â He rocked his hips into you, holding your arms down against the sand. Your supple breasts bounced with every harsh thrust.Â
Oh, Zuko appeared as if he was going to lose it. You were just so beautiful and you were all his now.
Your eyebrows pinched together, lower lip bitten down, and tears welling up in your eyes.Â
âOh my God!â Every move of his was fast, pistoning himself into you with ferocity that you slapped your hand on your mouth to stop squeaking. You felt bad for whatever maid or guard was outside hearing you cry out your husbandâs name.
Zuko leaned towards you, latching his lips onto your jawline, where he left soft kisses in their wake. His cock dragged lazily against your velvety walls, clenching against him like a damn vice.
âAhhânghhâŠZ-Zukoâ!â Your legs clung onto his hips lazily, body arching onto his while your arms covered your face. Heâd slowly pull his hips away and slam into you so lasciviously.
Even if he did not replicate the same growing emotions you had for him, you still found yourself wanting more. Your hips bucked against his and you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him again.
âYou feel so good, my LordâŠâ you whispered, against his lips as you tasted him.
Your legs clung onto his waist, feeling his hips buck and thrusts slowly become less consistent. âLet me make you feel good forever, my loveâŠâ
OhâŠ
He flipped you, to be on top of him. The moment he bottomed out inside you, you let out a cry, pressing down on his lower stomach and bounced yourself on his dick.
âFuck! Oh myâ!â God, you looked fucking stunning, with the moon hitting your upper torso and your breasts bouncing with every harsh thrust of his hips upwards.Â
âLet me make you mine, Y/N. I beg of youâŠâ He groaned, hissing at how your cunt tightened around him oh so good.
You were cryingâlike actually cryingârocking your hips and fucking yourself on him back and forth. Zuko felt like he was on cloud nine; you were just too damn perfect.
âNghh-more! Please!â A wave of euphoria washed over you; it was amazingâŠsomething youâve never experienced before.Â
âAre you alright, Y/N?â He paused, noting your labored breathing and maw slack.
Your body felt damn feverish and you could feel how Zukoâs cock twitched inside you, spilling his hot, warm load inside your hole, making you full.Â
âF-FuckâŠâ Zuko wrapped his arms around your waist and slowly tugged you down on him, his head on the crook of your neck as he burried his seed inside you deeper. All warm and filling.Â
Your weight was on him and you could hear his heartbeat, both of you breathing heavily.Â
âWe should⊠We should do that again. That was nice.â God, you really are perverted.
Or maybe heâs the perverted one for having one hell of a time right now.
âTomorrow?â âTomorrow.â He sighed, running his fingers through your hair and feeling your legsâ hold against him become tighter.
But one thingâs for certain: he wouldnât give this up for the world.
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a/n: hey y'all.... I'm back... deflowered is back... if you guys have any ideas for zuko fics lmk...
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