you skip around the palace halls, greeting every servant you go past. your hair loosening from the constant movement, eventually wearing down as the hairpin drops to the floor with a shrill clink
finally reaching your husband, you wave with joy. bowing down playfully with a sly grin on your face before being met with the sharp glare from the chamberlain. shooting death stares back at him as you run to zuko
âzuzu itâs mandatory we meet my parents today, they have important business to discuss with you, which was what they told me.â you whisper into his ear, holding back a few giggles.
his head slowly turns to you, eyes twitching as he gives you a comical sight of displeasure. âcancel, i canât attend.â he groans before pinching the bridge of his nose.
you nod, humming softly as you sit on his lap, earning a look of disapproval from the chamberlain and a few puzzled distraught faces from the servants.
âcan we go to our room, the stares iâm receiving is freaking me out..â you mutter into his ear, leaning in as your hot breath circles around it, looking at him with such innocent eyes not even he could deny.
before you know it you're watching him take out what's holding his bun tight, kicking your feet on the bed as you fangirl over him, watching the muscles on his back slightly flex.
he notices you staring from the mirror, lips pursing as he gazes at you with an unreadable expression, deciding to speak on it a few moments after. "cant help yourself, can you." he murmurs before looking back at the mirror, undressing himself pacingly.
"am I failing at my marital duties?" you question, genuinely curious. though, there's a lace of insecurity tracing under your words which zuko instantly catches on.
his gaze widens a fraction, quiet surprise settling into his expression. eyes finding you, sharper and guarded yet with gentleness you cant quite place.
zuko didn't bring up the act of intimacy due to the belief that you were just too fragile, too delicate for him to break. you hadn't mentioned it either, figuring you were too shy.
"I apologise, I shouldn't be asking you a question like that" you state, tensing up at the calculated look on him, like he was trying to observe why you were asking something so important randomly. "its just, mother has been asking me, and i haven't answered-"
"I have free time, we could give her an answer if you want." he replies, cutting you off instantly as he turns to face you, abs in your frontline view glistening ever so lightly like hercules himself blessed him.
you sit still, cautiously still. hands fidgeting while you contemplate, running the worst case possible scenarios in your head. you hadn't done such an act yet, what if your inexperience caused problems, or even worse you ended up displeasing him.
however, the thought of finally feeling those biceps holding you in place eased all doubts. "yes, please." you whisper, looking down at your legs in shame.
his lips widen into a smile, seeing you fumble over your words, shy away so nervously when his body is your right.
within a few steps he's in front of you, looking down upon you like a greek statue, your heart quickens, face flushing a bright red as you come closer, closing the distance between you two, inches away.
his hands immediately hold your face, pulling you into a deep kiss, tongue swirling against yours as you lean in, lids closed shut from the accuracy of his skills.
he places you atop of a few pillows, unbuttoning your silk dress with a few tugs, he stares at your laced bra in awe as if you had been preparing to ask him the question, the moment.
you pray that you dont mess up, hands clenching tightly at your sides which erupts a small chuckle from him. his fingers brushing against your clothed cunt.
you bite your lower lip at the cooling against your heat, feeling his fingers slide underneath before rubbing against your clit, pressing against it faintly.
his brows knit into a tight line as he enters his first finger, glancing back up at your face, making sure you dont feel discomfort which only arouses you more, wetting by the second.
you gasp at the new territory, the intense pressure in you making you grab onto him, eyes fluttering shut as you whine, begging him to keep going.
he grins in satisfaction, welcoming a second finger, free hand pinning you down without hesitation, knees denting the mattress beneath, hair trailing down his back.
with one swift motion he places you on all fours, "hang on tight." he lines his cock at your entrance, blushed tip dripping with precum.
you immediately squeal as he goes in, covering your mouth yet instantly dropping it, balancing yourself as he thrusts into you with rhythm.
head tipping back, he groans from the immense pleasure at you wrapping tightly around him, taking him in so perfectly he begins to believe you were made to be his.
forbidden lewd claps echo in the room, bouncing off the walls back into your ringing ears as you moan, hands gripping the sheets with pure frustration at the lack of you not being able to hold back, mentally scolding yourself.
you hear him whimper, you take a few moments before registering the sound you just heard, he was enjoying this too?
your thoughts are immediately interrupted at the new pace, quicker, more precise. you scream, throat drying as you orgasm, dizzy from the overwhelming relish.
his load follows after, pushing it back into you, circling his length in a motion that almost looks like heâs swirling you with frosting.
your body collapses, turning around to lay down while facing him, still trying to process the pleasure you felt. the intimacy you experienced with him, the way he made sure you knew you were cherished.
he cleans you up gently, making sure to not hurt your already bruised hole. cuddling with you in bed half an hour later, discussing the latest news on republic city with you.
two months later you smirk in triumph, announcing pregnancy to your respected families, snickering at your mother facing defeat quietly while watching other relatives celebrate your achievement.
a/n :: i poured my fuckinâ soul into this.
