cn: pre-established relationship. marriage. explicit sexual content [18+]. blowjob. vaginal fingering. slightly exhibitionism kink. dirty talking. 1.6 k words
A/N: After seeing adult Zuko, I couldn’t stop writing a little for him. Not the best, but eh. Part 2 - here
credits for the fanart: natandraw on twitter
Being a Fire Lord comes with great responsibilities. Zuko’s tumultuous past is proof of that. Regaining his honour was something Zuko didn’t expect to happen this way, especially since he now rules an entire nation. Even so, he will deeply appreciate his firelady for standing right beside him. Meaning — You.
Involved in every issue facing the nation, a hidden activist since his father’s time who managed to stand out to him immediately after Zuko returned to the throne. He couldn’t help but notice your devotion, all the efforts you made, and all the battles you fought against people who still didn’t trust him enough—or worse, who were swayed by his father’s dictatorial regime.
And that is precisely why your unconditional love helps him hope for a better future every single day. And you’re no different. Especially since you’ve noticed how tired your dear husband has been lately, buried in thousands upon thousands of stacks of reports and strategies he has to sign.
Hidden in his office among the papers, behind his desk, Zuko sighed unconsciously. He looked up when he heard the lack of a knock followed by someone walked straight into the place, assuming it couldn’t be anyone but you.
“Good afternoon, my love.” Zuko gave you a weary smile, resting his hand on your waist as you sat on his lap, your arms wrapped around his shoulders. He closed his eyes as you kissed his temple, your tender smile calming his mind.
“Hey there.”
You leaned in slightly to look at the crowded table, Zuko’s hand still moving as the nib pierced the paper with ink.
“I assume my husband will join me later tonight again.” He gave you a short, apologetic look, knowing he had neglected you these last days. But Zuko didn’t know you weren’t really upset about that. Your intention was something else entirely. And he barely caught that when he wanted to speak back, only for his mouth to remain part open slightly as he locked his eyes on yours, seeing a teasing glinting in them while one of your hands starts wandering over his toned body, fingers brushing slowly. “And I think I have an idea how to help him more.”
He gulped; his hand stopped writing entirely as his attention was only on you.
“Y-Yeah? And what this idea might be?”
You hummed, lifting your hand to cup his cheek, reaching his beautiful scar, only for you to give him a kiss, slowly at first until you made his other hand drop the pen and come to grip the other side of your waist as you kissed him deeper, making him hiss after you teasingly nip his lip.
Surprise crossed his face while his pale cheeks start blushing when you slowly drop down on the floor between his legs while your gaze never leaves him.
“Love, wait—Someone could…” He breathed out harshly when your hands started massaging his inner thighs after moving his traditional robe to each side, not minding his words. “…come.”
“I will be careful, Zuko.” His muscles tensed when your fingers played with his pants around his waistline, before you leisurely dropped his pants to reach the floor. “Do you trust me?”
Fuck. More like Zuko could not trust himself when he looked into your charming, pretty eyes; the mischievous look on your face only screamed trouble. He barely nods, followed by a gasp when you brush your hand over his clothed dick, murmuring after seeing the wet spot from his precum over there.
“Hmm, but my love seems to want this from the start? Otherwise he will not be so excited so soon.
“N-No…it’s not that. It wasn’t intentional—F-fuck…"
You chuckled after his own moan stopped him, right after you give his tip a peck before undressing him completely. Your hand comes to spread his precum, helping you stroke him gradually.
“Then I’m lucky, my love. Making my firelord so excited after so little touches.”
But how could he not? He is in love with you so much that he can embarrassingly admit only your embrace could make his body react inappropriately. You licked around his tip then, making his breath falter and his chest heavend from the anticipation until he groaned, feeling the vibration of your own moan around his veins when you took him in your mouth.
Zuko forced his pleasured sounds lower, struggling to stay still as you sucked him off, already feeling on the edge — only for the situation to turn worse. You let his dick throb in your mouth at the sudden knock on the door as you stay still, instantly urging him to help him cover you with his robe.
“Lord Zuko, can I enter? I received an important letter that I must give you.”
You let your hand come outside of the robe to gesticulate an approval as he felt anxious enough not to follow another dangerous idea, yet he did so.
“You…can come in.”
The man comes inside, first looking at the letter in his hand before glancing up at his way too tensed lord, looking painfully at him with his narrowed, brown eyes.
“Lord Zuko, everything fine?”
At that, as the minx you are, you slowly suck him in again; your hand comes to cup his full balls, massaging tenderly before you lightly squeeze it, making him grunt, hiding it with a choke.
“Yes.” His throat tightens, struggling to form coherent words. “Just tired. Thank you for…the delivery.”
The man skeptically nodded before bowing, turning around to leave as Zuko’s heart started feeling a little more at ease, trying not to lose his own mind, control slipping by the way your mouth was cockwarming him so good it took all his discipline to behave.
“Lord Zuko, I apologise for giving more to your plate. I suggest you sleep well and leave other matters for tomorrow.”
“Mhm. H-Have a good afternoon.”
When the door locked, Zuko instantly lifted his robe to look at you. You glanced up, face reddened from the heat created by the suffocating air, yet you didn’t stop.
“Love, are you okay—“ Zuko’s head leaned back when you started sucking him more, deep enough to hit your throat over and over. You slipped out to lick a trail from the top to the bottom, then letting your tongue suck on his balls, placing kisses all over him while your other hand came to stroke him firmly.
“More than okay.” You were too aroused by the adrenaline pumping in your veins after almost being caught, needing him so much to cum in your mouth. “You were so hot, barely restraining yourself.” You suck around his sensitive tip before speaking between sweet slurps. “I love to see my love like that.”
Zuko is a step away from turning mad, insane. Madly in love with the way you take care of him, drying him for all he's worth.
“Love—Ah! I can’t—I will…”
Zuko cupped your cheek as he looked into your eyes while you felt his dick throb once again. No longer after his cum started purring in your mouth while you swallowed as much as you could. When he slipped his cock out of your mouth, you come again to lick him clean, devouring what he gave you.
He watched in a daze, letting his fingers wander, his thumb spreading your mouth before he gathered some remains of his cum, slipping two fingers in your mouth while you sucked them eagerly. Something in his eyes changed, a fire was in them by the way he leaned down until his hand came behind your neck for his lips to find yours. The other one urged you to lift, to come and sit on his lap, on the side.
Zuko purred his love for you in it, slipping his tongue inside while you felt his desire. The hand that didn’t support your head came to touch you, feeling your breast under your dress against his palm, before he came slowly between your legs. He whispered against your lips, eyes not leaving yours.
“Did my firelady enjoy making a mess out of me?”
“Z-Zuko…”
You felt your skin burning against his touch, now being the one compromised when you glanced at the door, then at him. Yet, when his hand comes under your dress, his fingers circling between your thighs, closer to your soaked pussy, your words weigh nothing. “Someone can come again…”
In a second, Zuko lifted his hand for his finger to point at the door; his striking lightning travelled over the electrical system of the door, closing it. His mouth twitched at your surprised expression.
“You’re insane, Zuko.”
He hummed, retuning his path before finally touching you, setting your panties to the side, circling slowly around your clit.
“Insane because of you.”
“Oh my—“
He nuzzled his head in your neck, planting his wet kisses, his love marks on your heated skin while one of his fingers came lower, testing the entrance only to easily enter inside your pussy.
“You liked that much to help me relieve some tension, love? That’s why you are so soaked right now for me?”
He chuckled as he saw how truly fucked your expression is, moaning as the second finger followed, thrusting faster and faster inside your pussy.
“Y-yes—I love it. Fuck, I love you, Zuko—“
Zuko groaned at your devoted words, pumping his fingers more roughly, deeper for you to reach your orgasm. He kissed you so intensely it made your mind dizzy and blank until all you could think was how much you wanted him.
“I love you too, my fire lady. Love you so much. Please, cum for me.”
You nodded frantically as your legs trembled, body twitching over him as you locked your hands strongly over his shoulder, head resting against his chest for any kind of support as you felt yourself cumming, your wetness slipping down his fingers as he dragged your orgasm until you stopped moving.
Zuko slipped his fingers slowly from your pussy, coming to embrace you tightly over your vulnerable body. He leaned his head over yours, pressing a kiss here while his hand caressing your body.
“We should go to bed, my love.” He chuckled as you mindlessly nod, still recovering after the orgasm. “I’ll bath both of us first." You only hummed in return, gripping him more tightly while he rose from the chair with you in his arms.
You are so lucky to have such a caring, lovely husband. But his situation is no different.
⋆✴︎˚｡ Husband!Zuko who lovesss putting you in a head locking during sex
You were completely, shamelessly addicted to Zuko’s arms.
It wasn’t just that they were big now—thick, powerful, corded with muscle from years of firebending, sword training, and carrying the weight of a nation. It was the way they felt when he used them on you. The sheer strength. The way the veins stood out when he flexed. The way his biceps bulged like warm steel when he wrapped one around your throat and held you exactly where he wanted you.
And nothing compared to doggy style.
Nothing.
Tonight the palace was quiet, the heavy curtains drawn, only the low glow of firelight flickering across Zuko’s bare chest as he stood at the edge of the massive bed. You were already on all fours in the center of it, knees spread, back arched deep, ass up and waiting. Your pussy was dripping down your thighs before he’d even touched you.
Zuko climbed onto the bed behind you, the mattress dipping under his weight. His big hands gripped your hips first, squeezing the soft flesh, thumbs digging in possessively.
“Look at you,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “Already soaked for me.”
You pushed back against him, whining. “Zuko… please.”
He leaned over you, chest pressing to your back, and you felt it—the heavy, thick length of his cock sliding between your folds, teasing your entrance. Then his right arm slid around your throat.
Your whole body lit up.
He didn’t choke you. He headlocked you. His massive bicep curled under your chin, the thick muscle pressing firmly against your neck while his forearm locked across your collarbone. His left hand braced on the bed beside your head for leverage. You were completely trapped, caged by his body, his strength, his heat.
And you moaned like you were in heat.
“Fuck—yes,” you gasped, tilting your head back into the crook of his arm. Your pussy clenched hard around nothing.
Zuko chuckled darkly against your ear, the sound vibrating through his chest into your back. “You really are crazy for these arms, aren’t you?”
You nodded frantically, already grinding back against his cock. “I love them. I love when you lock me up like this. Makes me feel so small… so owned.”
His grip tightened just enough to make your head spin in the best way. Then he pushed in.
One long, slow thrust and he buried every thick inch inside you, stretching you open until you felt him in your stomach. The headlock kept you perfectly arched, ass up higher, back bowed deep so he could sink even deeper.
Zuko groaned, low and filthy. “So fucking tight like this.”
He started moving—deep, powerful strokes that made the bed creak. Every time he bottomed out, his hips slapped against your ass, his heavy balls hitting your clit. The bicep around your throat flexed with every thrust, the muscle bulging harder against your skin. You could feel the raw power in it, the way it could crush you if he wanted, but instead it just held you right there for him to fuck.
You were drooling.
Your mouth hung open, eyes rolling back as he pounded into you. Every thrust forced a broken moan out of your throat.
“Harder,” you begged, voice hoarse. “Zuko, baby—please, use me. Fuck me like you own me.”
He snarled and gave you exactly what you wanted.
His pace turned brutal. The wet, obscene sound of his cock slamming into your soaked pussy filled the room. His left hand left the bed and reached underneath you, two thick fingers finding your swollen clit and rubbing tight, fast circles.
The headlock never loosened. His bicep stayed locked tight under your jaw, keeping your head pulled back against his shoulder so he could growl filthy praises right against your ear.
“That’s it… take this dick. Such a greedy little thing for me. You love being locked up in my arm while I ruin this pussy, don’t you?”
“Yes—yes, fuck yes—” You were shaking, thighs trembling, pussy fluttering wildly around his thick dick.
He flexed his bicep deliberately, the peak of the muscle pressing harder into the side of your neck. The pressure made everything sharper, hotter. Your vision sparkled at the edges.
“Come for me,” he ordered, voice dark and commanding. “Come while I’ve got you trapped. Let me feel how much you love my arms.”
You shattered.
Your orgasm crashed through you so hard your arms gave out. You would have collapsed face-first into the pillows if Zuko’s headlock hadn’t held you up. Your pussy clamped down on him like a vice, gushing around his cock as wave after wave rolled through you. You screamed his name, body convulsing, tears of pleasure slipping down your cheeks.
Zuko fucked you straight through it, hips never slowing, growling praises and curses as your walls milked him.
Only when you started to go limp did he loosen the headlock just enough to let you breathe properly. He pulled out, flipped you onto your back in one smooth motion, and shoved your knees up to your chest.
Then he slid back inside you in one thrust and started chasing his own release
His arms caged you again—this time both of them, one on each side of your head, biceps flexing as he drove into you hard and deep. You wrapped your legs around his waist and clung to those massive arms, kissing and biting at the thick muscle while he fucked you into the mattress.
“Gonna fill you up,” he panted, sweat dripping from his brow onto your chest. “Gonna put a baby in you tonight.”
You moaned, nails digging into his biceps. “Yes—please, Zuko. Come inside me. I need it.”
He buried his face in your neck and came with a deep, guttural groan, hips stuttering as he pumped you full, hot and thick. You felt every pulse, every spurt, and you clenched around him like you could keep it all inside.
When he finally collapsed on top of you, careful not to crush you with his full weight, his arms still surrounded you—loose now, but protective.
You pressed lazy kisses to his bicep, the one you loved so much, and whispered against his skin, “I’m never getting enough of these arms. Especially when you headlock me like that.”
Zuko laughed breathlessly, rolling to the side and pulling you against his chest. His hand drifted down to rest over your lower belly, thumb stroking gently.
“Good,” he murmured, voice warm and satisfied. “Because I plan on doing that every single night until you’re round with our baby.”
You smiled, already feeling the familiar heat building again as you nuzzled into his chest.
“Promise?”
He flexed his arm around you, letting you feel the hard swell of his bicep one more time.
“Promise.”
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an - Hiiiiii my babies! I’ve missed y’all so much, so sorry for the ghosting! I lowkey couldn’t catch a break (lmao), but I’m back and ready to serve now 𓏲ּ𝄢
fuck, I just realized that if I spend my life being too intimidated to make art then that means I don't even get to make bad art. I end up making NO art. that's way worse
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