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︵ ೀ 'Your Hair' Zuko LOVES your short hair :3

The heavy doors of the Fire Lord’s private study did not just shut out the rest of the Imperial Palace; they seemed to partition time itself. Outside those walls, the world moved at a relentless, suffocating pace. There were councilors with endless scrolls detailing the reconstruction of the outer clans, ambassadors from the Earth Kingdom demanding formal reparations, and the ever-present, watchful eyes of the Fire Nation guard.

But inside, the air was warm, thick with the scent of burning cedar and the faint, sweet trace of jasmine tea that had long since gone cold on the low table.

Zuko pressed you back against the smooth, dark wood of the secluded alcove tucked behind the main tapestry. The heavy fabric, woven with the golden insignia of the dragon, shielded you entirely from the grand windows across the room. Here, in the narrow shadow between the stone wall and the silk, the rest of the world dissolved.

He kissed you with a quiet, desperate hunger that always seemed to surface the moment the crown was lifted from his topknot. It wasn’t the fierce, aggressive fire of his youth, but something deeper, weighted by the immense gravity of his position and the absolute rarity of these stolen moments. His lips parted yours with a breathless sigh, a low sound vibrating in his chest that belonged only to you.

Your fingers found their way into his hair. Over the years since the war’s end, he had let it grow out, the dark, silken strands now cascading way past his shoulders. It was a traditional mark of his status, a symbol of the lineage he carried, but right now, it was just a luxury for your hands. You idly twirled a thick lock around your index finger, feeling the texture of it, smooth and warm from his natural bending heat. You combed your fingers through the length of it, gently pulling his head closer, anchoring him to you.

Zuko let out a shaky breath against your mouth, his hands rising to frame your face. His palms were calloused, scarred from years of swordsmanship and firebending training, but his touch was incredibly gentle. His fingers slid past your temples, burying themselves in the softness of your own hair.

Unlike his, your hair was short. It had been cut in the chaotic, bloody aftermath of the final battles—a pragmatic choice made in a tent filled with wounded soldiers and smoke, where long hair was nothing but a liability. When the peace finally settled, you found you preferred it. You had kept it that way ever since.

As Zuko’s thumbs stroked your cheekbones, the short, blunted ends of your hair tickled the sharp edge of your jawline. His fingers tangled easily in the brief layers at the back of your neck, his grip tightening slightly as he deepened the kiss. Yet, there was a distinct asymmetry to your style that he always lingered on—two longer, intentional strands of hair framed your face, hanging lower than the rest, just long enough to brush against the delicate hollow of your collarbone.

His fingertips trailed down, catching those two longer strands, brushing them against your skin before his hands slid lower to cup the nape of your neck. He shifted his weight, pressing his torso flush against yours. The heavy, gold-embroidered silk of his royal robes rubbed against your simpler garments, a stark reminder of the divide outside this alcove, but the heat radiating from his body burned right through the fabric.

"You're distracting me," Zuko murmured, his lips brushing against your upper lip as he spoke, his voice hoarse. He didn't pull away, his forehead resting against yours, his breath mingling with your own.

"You invited me in here," you pointed out softly, a small, teasing smile playing on your lips. Your fingers gave a playful tug to the long hair near the base of his neck. "If the Fire Lord didn't want to be distracted, he shouldn't have summoned me."

A rare, genuine laugh huffed from his nose, his eyes crinkling at the corners. The burn scar on the left side of his face puckered with the movement, a familiar landscape beneath your fingertips as you rested your hand against his cheek. He looked older now—the sharp, angular lines of his jaw had completely filled out, and the constant, anxious tension that used to define his shoulders had settled into a powerful, regal posture. But in the dark of this alcove, looking down at you, he looked remarkably vulnerable.

"I had five different ministers telling me five different ways to handle the trade routes through the western sealanes," Zuko whispered, his eyes dropping to your mouth again. "I couldn't hear a single word they were saying. All I could think about was the way you looked when you walked past the courtyard this morning."

"Is that so?" You leaned up, your lips brushing the unscarred side of his jaw, tracing a path down to the sensitive skin just below his ear.

Zuko groaned, his hands shifting from your neck to your waist, his grip firm and possessive. He pulled you flush against him, lifting you slightly so you had to rely on his strength to stay balanced. The short layers of your hair shifted with the movement, bare skin exposed to the cool air of the room before his warm hands covered you again. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply.

"Let's stay like this," he commanded softly, though it wasn't the voice of the Fire Lord. It was a plea. "Just for a little longer."

"As long as you need Zuzu," you murmured, your hands continuing their slow, soothing rhythm through his long, dark hair, unknotting the stress of an entire nation one strand at a time.

The silence between you grew profound, filled only by the rhythmic sound of your breathing and the occasional crackle of a distant hearth in the main room. Zuko’s grip on your waist didn't slacken; instead, he seemed to ground himself entirely in your presence. For a man whose life was dictated by schedules, protocols, and the constant threat of political assassination, this absolute stillness was the only true sanctuary he possessed.

Your fingers moved languidly, tracing the crown of his head before sliding down the long, smooth curtain of his hair. It was strange to remember him with the harsh, aggressive topknot of his youth, or the ragged, self-inflicted cuts of his exile. This fullness, this length, represented a strange kind of peace he had fought so bitterly to achieve. It was a physical manifestation of time passing, of healing, of a new era.

"They're going to come looking for you soon," you whispered against his hair, though you made no move to pull away.

"Let them," Zuko muttered, his voice muffled against your shoulder. His lips brushed the skin above your collarbone, right where one of the two longer strands of your hair rested. He nudged the lock of hair aside with his nose, kissing the sensitive skin beneath it. A shiver ran down your spine, your fingers tightening instinctively in his hair.

"The high council doesn't like to be kept waiting, Zuko. Sokka told me yesterday that the Earth Kingdom delegate is already losing his patience with the protocol adjustments."

Zuko sighed, a heavy, warm rush of air that fanned across your skin. He slowly lifted his head, his dark golden eyes locking onto yours. There was a faint trace of irritation in them, but it softened completely as he looked at your face. He reached out, his thumb catching one of the longer strands of your hair, winding it gently around his finger, pulling it slightly so your head tilted back.

"Sokka can handle the delegate. He's better at negotiating with them than I am anyway," he said, a faint trace of humor returning to his tone. He looked down at the short edge of your hair where it met your jawline. "Every time I look at you, I’m reminded of how much has changed. How much we've changed."

"Do you miss it?" you asked softly, your thumb tracing the curve of his lower lip. "The simplicity of just surviving?"

"Never," Zuko said instantly, his expression turning fierce, the classic intensity returning to his eyes. "Those days were miserable. I was miserable. The only good thing that came out of that war was finding a way to this—to you. I don't miss the running. I don't miss the anger."

He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours again, but this time the kiss was different. It wasn't the desperate, frantic embrace from moments ago; it was slow, and deeply intimate. His tongue slid against yours with a lazy, heavy rhythm that made your knees feel weak. Your hands, still tangled in his long hair, held him steady as the world outside seemed to spin entirely out of focus.

You felt the heat radiating from his chest, a comforting, steady warmth that was uniquely his. Firebenders always ran hot, but Zuko’s inner fire had evolved from the erratic, destructive sparks of his teenage years into a deep, nurturing hearth. It was the kind of warmth that kept the entire palace comfortable during the winter months, the kind of warmth that promised safety.

"When this council session is over," Zuko murmured against your lips, his hands sliding down to rest on your hips, pressing you firmly against the wall, "I’m canceling the evening banquet."

"Zuko, you can't just cancel a royal banquet," you said, though you couldn't help but chuckle, your chest rising and falling against his.

"I am the Fire Lord. I can do whatever I want," he insisted, though there was a boyish arrogance to it that made you smile. "I'll tell them I've taken ill. Or that I have urgent matters of state to attend to in my private quarters."

"And what urgent matters would those be?"

Zuko didn't answer with words. Instead, he nipped lightly at your bottom lip, a playful, sharp sensation that made you gasp softly, before soothing it with the tip of his tongue. His hands tightened on your hips, lifting you slightly so that you were forced to wrap your legs around his waist for support. The sudden shift in posture brought you even closer, the heat between your bodies intensifying until it felt like the very air in the alcove was about to ignite.

Zuko took advantage of your breathlessness, his kisses becoming harder, more demanding, his hands sliding up under the hem of your tunic to touch the bare skin of your waist.

His fingers were warm, sending a jolt of electricity through your nervous system wherever they touched. You let go of his hair for a moment, your hands moving to his shoulders, gripping the heavy fabric of his royal robes to keep your balance as he moved against you with a slow, agonizingly deliberate friction.

The sound of footsteps echoing in the grand hallway outside suddenly fractured the silence.

Zuko froze, his lips resting just against yours, his breath hitched. Your eyes snapped open, wide with a sudden spike of adrenaline. Through the small gap in the heavy dragon tapestry, you could see the shadows of two imperial guards under the door. They paused, their spears clanking against the floor as they stood at attention.

"Fire Lord Zuko?" a voice called out from the other side of the door. It was High Councilor Mingze, his tone formal and dry. "The Earth Kingdom delegation has requested an early audience. We are waiting in the throne room."

Zuko closed his eyes, a look of pure, unadulterated annoyance crossing his features. He leaned his forehead against your shoulder, his chest heaving as he let out a long, slow breath through his nose. For a terrifying second, you thought he might actually ignore them, but the responsibility he carried was too deeply ingrained in him now.

"Give me a moment!" Zuko called back, his voice instantly shifting into the deep, authoritative tone he used for the public. It was remarkable how quickly he could put the mask back on, though his hands were still gripping your waist tightly under your clothes.

"We shall await you there, Sire," the councilor replied, the sound of retreating footsteps indicating they were finally moving away.

Zuko stayed exactly where he was for a long moment, his face buried in the crook of your neck, his body trembling slightly with the effort of restraining himself. You smiled gently, your hands returning to his long hair, smoothing down the strands that had become disheveled during your embrace.

"Duty calls, Your Majesty," you teased softly, brushing the two longer strands of your hair out of your eyes as you looked down at him.

Zuko lifted his head, a sour pout on his face that looked entirely out of place on the ruler of the most powerful nation in the world. He slowly let you slide down his body until your feet touched the floor again, though he didn't release his hold on your waist. He leaned in, giving you one last, lingering kiss that tasted of longing and a promise of what was to come later.

"This isn't over," he warned, his eyes dark with a heat that had nothing to do with firebending.

"I certainly hope not," you replied, reaching up to adjust the collar of his royal tunic, smoothing out the wrinkles your hands had made. You tucked a stray lock of his long hair behind his ear, ensuring he looked every bit the fierce, immaculate ruler his people expected him to be.

Zuko took a step back, drawing a deep breath as he adjusted the heavy gold headpiece that sat on the table nearby, pinning his hair back into its formal structure. Within seconds, the vulnerable, passionate man who had just been holding you against the stone wall was gone, replaced by the stoic, imposing figure of the Fire Lord.

But as he walked toward the heavy doors, he paused, looking back over his shoulder at the hidden alcove. His eyes caught yours one last time, a silent, burning gaze that told you exactly where his thoughts would remain for the rest of the day. Then, with a swift, decisive movement, he opened the doors and stepped out into the world, leaving you alone in the warm, jasmine-scented shadows, the short ends of your hair still tingling against your jawline.

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[probablyboredx]

portraits and sleepless nights

(zuko x earthbender!reader)

summary; you can't sleep so wander the halls, stopping in front of your wedding portrait. Zuko joins you and you both spend some time talking about it

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The palace was silent in a way that never felt entirely natural. Not empty, though. It was never empty. Moonlight stretched pale across the hallway floors as you moved quietly through the corridors, one hand trailing absently against the cool stone wall. The silk of your robe feeling cool against your skin, the deep red looking almost black under the night light.

You should’ve been asleep, but sleep had been difficult lately. Not for any dramatic reason, there wasn’t any danger you were aware of, and there was no war. Just thoughts. Too many of them.

The gallery doors were already half-open when she reached them. You stepped inside.

The room smelled faintly of old parchment, polished wood, and candle smoke long extinguished. Portraits lined the walls—Fire Lords,Fire Ladies, a portrait or two of little Zuko , family histories painted along the walls..

And near the far end was the newest portrait. Your portrait. You stopped in front of it quietly. It still felt strange seeing herself there.

Not as a visitor, outsider and not even as a lady of Omashu. But beside Zuko, as his wife. The painting itself was formal, technically perfect. Zuko stood composed in ceremonial robes, shoulders straight, expression calmer than he usually managed in real life.

And you were draped in Fire Nation robes. I had been one of the first times you’d ever worn them. You’d managed to incorporate hints of green into it from your bracelets. It was compromise the painters, and the grumpy old chamberlain, probably hadn’t even noticed. You stared at it for a long moment.

Then from behind you you hear “…you still look uncomfortable.”

You jump, letting out a few curses, as you turn around. Zuko stepped from the doorway, hair loose, clearly awake far longer than he should’ve been. His expression was softened by exhaustion and the moonlight.

“You’re not asleep,” you say.

“Neither were you.”

“Fair.”

He moved beside you slowly, stopping close enough that the warmth from his body settled at your side. For a while, neither spoke, just looked at the painting.

“You hate this painting,” You murmer eventually.

“I hate all paintings of me.”

“That’s not denial.”

“It makes me look overly dignified.”

“You are overly dignified.”

Zuko glanced at her. “That’s insulting coming from you.”

That earned him the faintest smile from you. Silence settled again after that.

Then your gaze dropped slightly.

“…I still don’t fully recognize myself in it.”

Zuko’s expression shifted and he looked back at the portrait.

At the Fire Nation red around your shoulders. At the way the painter had captured your posture, steady, grounded, but not entirely relaxed.

“…because of the clothes?” he asked quietly.

“Partly. I used to think if I wore these long enough, they’d eventually stop feeling borrowed and start feeling like mine.”

“And they haven’t?” he asked.

You hesitated. “…sometimes they do. And sometimes I look at this and wonder if people see me anymore or just what I represent.”

The words sat between them quietly. Zuko didn’t rush to answer because he understood that feeling too well. Instead, he stepped a little closer beside her.

“You know what I see?” he asked.

You glanced at him carefully. “What?”

Zuko looked at the portrait again. Then at you.

“I see the person who challenged half my council before we were even engaged.”

A small breath of laughter escaped you.

“The person who still hides green fabric inside formal Fire Nation robes because you think nobody notices.”

You blinked slightly. “…you noticed that?”

“I notice everything about you.”

The answer came too easily. It made something warm ache in her chest.

Zuko’s voice lowered slightly after a moment. “You don’t disappear just because people see more than one thing when they look at you.”

His hand brushed lightly against yours.

“You are the most yourself person I’ve ever met.”

That made you laugh softly through the emotion gathering unexpectedly in her throat.

“That’s a terrible compliment.”

“It’s true.”

You looked back at the portrait. At the woman standing beside the Fire Lord, the red robes with traces of green. At the version of yourself, you still weren't entirely used to seeing.

Then you felt Zuko’s hand slip properly into yours.

“…you know,” you murmured after a while, “you'll never not look uncomfortable in portraits”

Zuko sighed quietly. “I knew this conversation would circle back to insulting me.”

You smiled faintly, leaning your head lightly against your shoulder.  

“You married me anyway.”

Then you felt the quiet smile against your hair before he answered:

“Best decision I ever made.”

[totallynotashieldagent]

Another drabble inspired by the gorgeous artwork by @dragondruk

i'll be honest, this got away from me a little hehe enjoyy <33

"Do you ever regret it?" Zuko's voice was soft in the dead of night.

"What do you mean? Regret what?" You smiled at him.

"Marrying me." He looked at you sadly.

"Why would I regret you?" You laughed, surely this had to be a joke. Right?

He shrugged and curled into the pillows. "I don't know... I just.. you could have done better. Someone who wasn't-" Scarred. He wanted to say but didn't. He knew that you'd know.

Your smile dimmed a bit. "Honey..." You leaned closer to caress his face. His scarred side, specifically. He sighed and looked up at you, letting you touch him. "Why would you ask me something like that?"

Zuko hesitated for a moment then exhaled. "Overheard the staff talking." You raised a brow. "They didn't know I was there- They were just talking."

"And what were they saying?" You asked with confusion. The staff adored Zuko, so it didn't make sense why they'd say anything mean about him. Specially after Ozai and all the ones before, they loved how kind and nice Zuko was.

"Just ... Just how beautiful you are. How in every room, you are the sun." He explained. "And that made me feel like... I'm just not good enough for you. You are beautiful. And I'm... scarred."

You stared at him in shock. "You can't possibly-"

"I do. I- Even in our royal portrait, you are stunning and-" He paused and sighed, planting his whole face into the pillow.

"Sweetheart-" You tried and he whined.

"Everyone probably sees you like you did a charity by marrying me so no other poor girl had be subjected to me." He pouted and turned his face to look at you. That made you laugh. Proper and loud. "Oh- I'm glad my misery brings you joy."

You laughed harder. "It does when the misery is so stupid. Is this really what's been keeping you moping all night?"

"You don't understand-" He mumbled. "You don't see how everyone talks about me."

"Actually- I know exactly how everyone talks about you." You kissed his cheek. "Remember when you got injured in that assassination attempt and the whole palace was distraught? And everyone kept worrying for you? Or how about when the children waited for you outside the gates to give you their drawings for Avatar Day?" You reminded him softly. "Or what about that old lady who walked miles and miles from her village just to thank you personally for rebuilding her hometown?"

"None of that means anything. I'm just doing my job." He frowned but leaned into every kiss you gave him.

"People love you, Zuko. And I happen to love your scars." You smiled, touching his cheek and then his chest. "Both of them."

"You're just saying that..." He looked away, his cheeks turning pink.

"Oh? Then maybe I should make a more assertive point." You giggled and pushed him to lay flat.

"What are you- Oh-" Zuko smiled as you straddled him, his hands settling on your hips. "Well... Maybe I could be convinced." He hummed. "You'll have to make several points, however."

"Several huh?" You mused. "Sounds very serious."

"It is. I need extensive reassurance." He sighed dramatically and his hands dragged down your thighs, only to slip under your robe and go back up again. "Would the Fire Lady be ever so kind to help out?"

"Hmmm perhaps." You pretended to think as you undid his trousers. "What's my incentive?" You cooed at him, rising to your knees while he lifted his hips to help get the garment off.

"How about eternal gratitude from a lowly exiled prince?" He smirked, slowly undoing your robe and watching it slip off your shoulders. "Mhm. Maybe gratitude that could last a few lifetimes." He said, eyeing your naked form greedily.

You laughed and rolled your eyes. He was so easy to make feel better.

"Don't burn the curtains like last time. Or the sheets." You warned him, your hand wrapping around his half hard cock.

"No promises-" He gasped softly and melted underneath you. His hands flexed and rubbed across your thighs, up your waist and on your breasts.

You bit your lip and felt yourself ache in need. Your legs were spread apart over his thighs and you desperately wanted some friction.

"What kind of night is it, my love?" Zuko asked as he sat up slightly to kiss your neck.

That was his way of asking what you wanted. Rough, soft, messy, hard- Anything you'd ask for, he'd give you. He'd give you a hundred times over.

"Soft and gentle." You hummed, giving him a light squeeze. "Definitely soft and gentle." You repeated in a whisper. "So I can show you how much you are adored."

You kissed him deeply, your tits pressed against his chest and both your hands between your bodies as you slowly stroked him to full hardness. You breathed him in as your tongue licked into his mouth and his hands tightened ever so slightly on your hips. He groaned, gently manoeuvring you both so that he was on top.

"How'd I ever get so lucky?" He sighed, kissing his way down, nipping at your skin until he was settled between your thighs. "I should pray more, I think-" He smiled, inhaling your arousal. "And this is the perfect altar."

You laughed, "I was supposed to make you feel better."

"You letting me taste you is a reward," He winked and dove into your cunt.

Licking a thick stripe then swirling his tongue around your clit, he made you gasp and whine so easily. He groaned and the vibrations made you drive your hips more into his mouth. His fingers joined his tongue quickly. Index and middle thrusted in and out of your fluttering pussy. You felt the coil tighten deep in your gut but then suddenly the feeling disappeared.

"What- Why?" You whined, propping yourself up on your elbows.

"I think I need to feel good by feeling you cum around my cock, sweetheart." He rose to his knees, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He then tied his hair up messily and loomed over you. His broad shoulder covered your body entirely so. "Can I?" He purred, rolling his hips so his painfully hard cock rubbed across your pussy.

You bit your lip and nodded, holding onto his shoulders to brace yourself. Zuko wasn't inhumanly long but he was girthy and the stretch was always so delicious.

"Spirits- I missed this-" He sighed, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he slowly inched himself into your wet heat.

"We just- Oh- Yesterday-" Your words mingled together because of his measured thrusts.

"Yesterday was too long ago." His breathed heavily. "And prayers should be offered every day."

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[keropiiko]

zuko x fem!reader ( smut, mdni )

( wc: 500, 18+, smut, cowgirl, riding, p in v, unprotected sex )

“Just relax, honey…” you said, teasing him as you dragged your sharp nails across his muscled chest and tense abdomen. “I’ll show you just how well I can take care of you…”

Zuko’s head fell back against the silk pillows as you ground against him, your wet pussy dragging carefully across his throbbing length. You made sure he felt everything, your usually tender hand now covering his eyes. Desperate groans and gasps left his lips as you moved your hips, grinding against his very hard cock.

“C—Come on, sweetheart… please…” he hissed, his strong hands squeezing your hips. He didn’t even try to fight it — if anything, he just guided your movements, pressing you down harder against him. You bit your lip as you lowered your face closer to his, your tits squished against his warm chest.

“Hm, what’s that? You’re gonna cum just from this? I thought you were better than that, Fire Lord Zuko…” you mused in his ear, a chuckle leaving you involuntarily as you trailed your lips down his exposed throat. His only response was a pathetic whine, making you sigh in defeat.

You could never say no to him, could you?

You pushed yourself up, one hand resting on his rock-hard stomach as the other left his eyes and guided his cock to your entrance. With a loud, squelching sound, you lowered yourself onto his thick length — taking him in all at once. The moan-like groan that escaped his lips was definitely heard outside the royal chambers.

Bless the soldier who stood guard by the door.

After giving both him and yourself a second to adjust, you moved, moans and whimpers filling the otherwise quiet space.

You pushed yourself up — his tip almost slipping out of your wet heat — only to drop back down, your ass slapping against his thighs. His strong hands quickly found your hips, helping you rise and fall on his throbbing cock.

You could tell he was close — his eyes were squeezed shut and his hold on your hips quickly became almost bruising — and being the loving woman you were, you decided to help him reach his peak. A smug smile tugged on your lips as you licked a path up his chest, taking a nipple in your mouth and swirling your tongue around the hardened bud.

That seemed to do the trick, his cock pulsing deep inside you, before coating your velvety walls with his thick cum. The groan he gave was almost beastly, his hands shaking as they dropped from your hips.

“S—Spirits, I… t—that was…” he breathed, his brain failing to work properly as he finally opened his eyes and just looked. He thought that you — sat on top of him like that — were the most beautiful sight in the world.

“Mm, I know, sweetheart… I know…” you said, pressing a kiss to his damp forehead, your fingers threading through his slick hair.

“So… one more?”

“… yeah. One more.”

so uhm… surprise? debut post? i’m actually a little scared to post this, but oh well… i really hope you guys enjoy it, and if you do, please let me know! also, english is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes! 🙇‍♀️

written for my beautiful bestie @makuno45 💝

[ryoride]

ꮼ I NEED YOU TO COME INSIDE !

cw: cockwarming, penetrative sex, teasing, male whimpering, hair pulling, bicep biting, multiple creampies (two), pet names, not proofread.

ⓘ featuring Zuko cockwarming with his wife, for the first time.

Zuko could feel his eyes bulge out the moment you'd asked if he could stay seated inside you after his orgasm, "Cockwarming sounds like it'd be really intimate... I'd like to try it out if you're open."

He hated how tempted he was the moment you asked; his back was still actively smoking & effectively turning your bedroom into a sauna, for fuck's sake.

Not to mention his arms were still shaking, his lungs were failing to catch air as quickly as he'd like, and he could have sworn he'd reach another orgasm within seconds if your walls wouldn't stop greedily gripping his cock.

But fuck. You looked so desperate asking for him, so needy, and he loved making you feel good, so he slowly nodded.

Carefully, Zuko cupped your cheek. His rough thumb brushed over your cheek as he pressed his hips forward—successfully bottoming out once again—with a deep groan.

"Y-yes, my love. We can try that out—" he choked out, hips twitching as you fluttered around him. "—Ah! ...For how long?"

You brought your hand to press firmly against his lower back with a soft moan, thighs twitching around his hips.

"Hold on, let me think." Your free hand pressed against his chest, tracing one of his scars, attempting to refocus your thoughts on anything but the sweet pleasure growing from every point of contact with Zuko. "Uhm. Maybe just a few minutes to try it at first?"

"Fuck. Okay, yeah, that sounds good... really good." He whispered, lowering his face to press quick kisses to your jaw. "Just tell me when to pull out."

"Mm," you nodded, nails sinking into his back for a moment. "Mm-hmm. No problem." A small moan broke through your lips, gone just as fast as it came but very much noticed by your husband.

"Stop staring, you idiot," you groaned, covering Zuko's eyes teasingly. "It's embarrassing and weird."

"My wife is moaning from nothing but a stretch, and me staring is weird? I think it'd be weirder if I weren't mesmerized." Zuko breathlessly cooed, quickly pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"This isn't going how I wanted, Zu." Your fingers slid from his eyes to tangle in his hair, & tugging softly, a flush dusted your cheeks at the groan that escaped his lips.

"Well, baby, I'm doing what you asked," he whispered, pulling back to stare at you with soft eyes. "Just tell me what you really want, okay?"

"I thought you'd be begging to fuck me again by now—" You pulled him back down until he was hovering just above you, holding himself up carefully, "—but no. You're making me ask."

Zuko paused, a laugh escaping his lips, before pressing them against yours. "My love. You said you wanted to try cockwarming. Not a second round."

"Yeah, and cockwarming typically leads to a round two, Zuko." You hissed, pressing your thighs tightly against his hips, scratching your nails up to his shoulders.

"Oh no, Love is using my first name—I'm going to die." He teased, kissing you on the cheek. "Here, baby, we can go again."

He gasped softly as he drew his hips back, giving a testing thrust before setting a comfortable pace.

"Oh, my god." Your voice broke, crushing him against your chest with a sharp moan—Zuko's eyes widening once more as he flexed his arms against the mattress.

"My love, this already isn't going to last long; no need to speed the process up by being touchy like that," Zuko huffed, stiffening as you locked your ankles against his lower back. "Fuck."

Zuko took a deep breath, relishing the way each stroke of his hips left your nails greedily clawing at him, leaving a pleasant sting in their wake.

"You're so mean to me," you hissed, pushing sweaty strands of hair from his face to cradle his cheek and pull him down to kiss his lips.

"Mm-hmm," Zuko rasped, giving a particularly cruel thrust just to hear you moan. "I love you too."

You paused, glancing away from his gaze momentarily before leaning up and sucking his bottom lip between your teeth and nipping playfully.

Zuko groaned lowly, hips snapping against yours with more force—leaving you to gasp and let go of his lip between moans, his hands grasping your hips as he fucked into you deeply.

"Son of a bitch," he purred, fingers gripping tightly as white-hot pleasure tore through you both, Zuko leaving you with the second creampie of the night.

"Holy shit." You whimpered, thighs loosening around him as you unlocked your ankles, brushing through Zuko's hair slowly, trying to catch your breath.

"Baby, you were right. We need to do that more often." He sighed before effectively collapsing on top of you.

[magikcheese3]

You're back

FireLord Zuko x wife!Reader

Synopsis: A battle caused Zuko to leave you and your daughter Izumi, only for him to return weeks later.

Warnings: fluff and slight spoilers for the movie not really though(based on the clips i've seen and I added Izumi cause I wanted to hehe)

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He hasn't come back yet.

Golden rays of sunlight slip in through the window while you're sitting in the grand council room, a cool breeze settling over the eerily quiet space. Chin in the palm of your hand, eyes focused on the large parchment sheet in front of you as your other hand hovered over it. Ink dripping off of the pen into a small pool of black liquid.

His untouched tea still there - on the corner of the table.

It had been almost two weeks since Aang had called Zuko over to help him in Republic City - a week since you've heard anything back from him. News had already been floating around about the attack caused by an Airbender on the city, and that the Avatar had successfully stopped him, but no news about whether his friends were still alive.

If Zuko was alive.

And because of his absence - you as the fire lady - had been given the responsibilities to oversee the international trades of the fire nation, as well as other affairs such as landownership and proper vendor locations.

Yet, something always coiled in the pit of your stomach. Your hold on the pen tightening. You missed him, there was no denying it, and you weren't going to deny it.

That's when shouting echoed from beyond the doors, boots shuffling around with a high pitched squeal travelling by - a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as your gaze softened knowing exactly what was going on.

The larger doors opened slightly after a moment, a small head peeking through before entering the stunned chamber - running full speed towards you.

"Mommy!" Izumi squealed, grin beaming brightly enough to envy the sun itself. Rising from your seat, you rush over to the center of the room, arms spreading wide as you catch your toddler into your embrace - holding her tight.

"Hey, sweet pea." you whisper, pulling back to brush the hair out of her eyes.

"Now what are we doing running around the halls, huh?"

Izumi places both of her tiny hands on your face, laughing loudly enough for you to see the court ladies melt at the sight. "To see mommy!" she exclaims eagerly. "Where's daddy?"

You lean down, pressing a long smooch on her flushed cheek causing her to squeal even louder - squirming around. "Daddy's not here, sweety. But you have me, and I'm way better."

This earns a pout from her, but she's quick to get distracted by the ends of your hair - playing with it with her other hand in her mouth.

"Princess!" the doors open wider this time, sluggish steps drifting in. "You can't be here." calls an out of breath guard walking towards you, who clearly was embarrassed that a toddler was able to outrun him.

"It's alright," you answer, standing up with Izumi still in your arms. "Having my daughter around will surely bring up my mood." you look back at her, smiling wider despite how your heart silently ached in your chest. She looked so much like him. "And besides, the work today has been fairly minimal."

"But,"

"I told you, it's fi-"

"My lady!" Another guard, gasping even more for air this time.

Your brows pinch together, slightly annoyed by the recurrence of guards interrupting you. "Yes? What is it."

A pause, hands gripping onto his knees. "The fire lord... He's..."

"He's back."

....

You're running to the palace courtyard before you could even realize it, Izumi giggling the whole way.

He was alive - he was here after two weeks of no contact. Was he injured? Did he lose a limb?

What if he lost his memory of you?

You're out of breath by the time the outside breeze finally hits your face, sunlight reflecting off of the stone steps - and you feel like you might faint at that moment.

Six meters.

Six meters was all that separated you from him. He was standing there petting Appa, a grin on his face as he helped the rest of them off.

He hadn't noticed you standing there, holding your daughter as your eyes started to tear up - that is until Izumi turned and saw her father. Squirming in your grasp for you to ultimately lower her onto the ground, running over to Zuko with that same enthusiasm she showed you earlier in the council room.

"Daddy!" she shouted, causing Zuko's face to instantly light up. Kneeling down and hugging her tight as she stumbles slightly, holding onto the back of her head like she would disappear if his grip ever loosened.

Then he looks up, amber eyes meeting yours - softening in a way that is only meant for you. That alone makes your heart flutter, grinning like a love sick idiot as you walk towards him - steps cautious just in case this was a dream, a figment of your imagination.

"Zuko?" you whisper, voice quiet and weaker than you wanted it to be. The moment you're close, Zuko doesn't hesitate to stand up, carefully letting go of Izumi just for his arms to wrap around you. Tugging in close, fingers curling into the fabric of your robe.

"Hey." he breathes, forehead resting in the crook of your neck. He smells burnt with the faint scent of tea herbs, but you're quick to push him away - causing him to look down at you with wide eyes.

"Hey? Is that all I get?" you snapped, poking at his chest, his arms lifting in surrender.

"What? I-"

"You were gone for two weeks Zuko with no contact after the fight. And last time I checked the fight ended three weeks ago so technically you had a whole week of nothing! How could you not even think to contact me - your wife!"

Zuko doesn't move for a moment, brows pinched together, but you hear how the others are trying to stifle their laughs in the background - especially Sokka.

That's when his expression changes, from that surprised - hurt - look, into a sweet smile - firm hands moving along to find your waist.

"I'm sorry," he hummed, brushing the tears off your cheek with his thumb. "I didn't mean to make you worry, but I'm here now and I don't plan on leaving anytime soon."

"Daddy stay?" Izumi exclaimed, tugging at his pants.

Zuko smiled, picking her up as he placed a kiss to her forehead.

"Yes, daddy will be staying."

You scoff, even if there is a grin spreading across your face. "Idiot."

"But I'm your idiot." he answers, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I missed you."

The way his voice softens when he says it nearly breaks the last thread holding your composure together.

I missed you.

As if he hadn't carved the absence straight into your ribs.

Your eyes sting again, but this time you don't try to hide it. You simply stare at him - at the exhaustion beneath his eyes, the soot still dusting the collar of his robes, the familiar scar catching the late afternoon sun.

Alive.

He was alive.

"You’re horrible at apologizing," you mutter, though your hands betray you by immediately gripping the front of his robe tighter.

Sokka snorts loudly somewhere behind him. "That’s actually one of his better apologies."

"Sokka," Katara snaps, though she’s smiling too.

Aang beams from Appa’s saddle, relief written all over his face. "See? I told you everything would be okay, flameo hotman."

"You also said the mission would only take four days max," you deadpan.

"That was… optimistic."

"Delusional," Sokka corrects.

Zuko groans quietly against your temple while Izumi happily wedges herself between the two of you, tiny arms wrapping around both your necks as best she can.

"Family hug!" she announces proudly.

A shaky laugh escapes you before you can stop it, your forehead falling against Zuko’s shoulder as his arms tighten around both you and Izumi instinctively - protective, grounding, warm.

For a long moment, nothing else exists.

Not the guards pretending not to stare. Not the council waiting inside. Not the political reports abandoned on your desk.

Just this.

His heartbeat against your cheek.

The tiny weight of Izumi squished between you both.

The feeling of finally being able to breathe again. Zuko pulls back first only enough to look at you properly. His thumb brushing beneath your eye again, gentler this time.

"You cried." he states, eyes narrowing on the dried up tears from the night prior.

"You disappeared."

His mouth twitches guiltily. "That’s fair."

"You could’ve sent a hawk." you scold.

“I know.”

“A messenger.”

“I know.”

“A badly written note with terrible handwriting.”

At that, Sokka loudly mutters, "She knows you too well buddy!."

Zuko shoots him a glare over your shoulder before looking back at you with that same unbearably soft expression.

"I’m sorry," he says again, quieter now. Real. "I just... Aang needed help rebuilding parts of the city, and -"

"And all that time," you interrupt, "you forgot your wife was on the verge of announcing your passing."

His expression drops instantly.

You see the exact moment guilt crashes into him.

"Hey," he murmurs carefully, shifting Izumi onto one arm so his free hand can cup your face fully. "Don’t say that."

"But it’s true."

"I came back."

Your lips press together, sighing through your nose.

"You always do," you whisper.

Something tender and aching flickers across his face then - something so open it makes your chest hurt.

Behind him, Appa lets out a low groan while Aang starts helping unload supplies, the others giving the two of you more space now. When izumi breaks the silence.

Eagerly, she grabs fistfuls of Zuko’s hair with both hands. "Daddy higher!" Zuko immediately nods with a dramatic grunt, lifting her onto his shoulders despite the obvious exhaustion in his posture.

Izumi squeals victoriously, tiny arms flying upwards as Zuko does a short spin.

You place your hands on your hips, watching them with a smile.

"I'm just glad you're ok," you mumble, catching his chin.

Zuko leans into your touch. "Of course, otherwise I'd be killed by you if the battle hadn't already."

You tilt your head back, laughing loudly before pinching his chest. "You're saying that as if I'm evil."

"It doesn't matter, because I'd love you whether you're evil or not."

"You idiot."

[dissolved-g1rl]

Zuko learns about tomodachi life

“My eyes are not that yellow, you’re making me look jaundiced.” Zuko murmurs he rests his head on your shoulder. “There aren’t that many shades I can choose from…” You say back, side eyeing him slightly as he tries to backseat game. You do your best to make his Mii look lifelike but there really is only so much you can do.

“Try that one— no one lower, yeah that one.”

“Eugh no that looks worse than the first option Zuko.”

“Okay yeah go back to the first option…” He concedes, you are without a doubt the victor of this little feud.

“Do you want to be smiley or have a frown?” You ask as you move to the next section of customization “Uhhh do the neutral one, I think that’d be the best.”

“Really? Sometimes you kind smirk to yourself but okay… neutral..”

“I don’t do that, don’t spread that around. I’m a prince I have the resources to sue you.” Zuko, despite your teasing nuzzles his face into your shoulder like a cat.

“Are you wiping your boogers off on me?”

“What? Ew no, I’m being loving and kind.”

“Right, loving and kind after threatening a law suit?”

“Two things can be true at once.”

You shuffle a bit in bed, enough that Zuko worms his arm around your waist. “What’re you doing now?” He ceases his nuzzling in favor of watching the screen. “I have to draw your scar on now, there’s not an option to add one other then just like… drawing it.” Zuko smiles faintly at your efforts, watching as you pick a custom shade to try and match his marred skin. He lightly kisses your shoulder, his appreciation is apparent.

“What do you think? Good?” You ask once you’re done and fully zoomed out. “Hmmmm yeah, it looks a little cartoony though.”

“Zuko, what did you expect?”

“Kidding, kidding. It’s good I think.”

“Okay look, now I get to introduce you to everyone! This is the fun part now.” You say happily as you drag Mii Zuko across the island over to your Mii house. “Awe look at them, they’re becoming acquainted.” He murmurs, unsure of what he was really expecting. “Yeah! I think i’ll be able to get them to go out once I make them hang out enough times…”

“You can make them date?”

“Yeah you can get married too, and have babies.”

“Make sure ours do that…” Zukos hand sneakily creeps over your navel, his only saving grace is that his palm is warm.

“Look! You’re already leveled up.” You smile happily, choosing to give him an expression.

“Hello. Zuko here!”

“I was sixteen when I did that! Can’t you let it go.” He groans hearing the cute little chatter, you just laugh at his plight. If you end up with a defamation suit just know you earned it. Just kidding, he loves you too much.

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a/n: best 59.99$ spent ever

[porcelainrage]

꒰ ˚₊‧ ︎ꫝ　APHRODISIAC GOES CRAZY .ᐟ ₍^. .^₎⟆

zuko ×͏͏ reader . feral zuko + breeding kink 　♥︎

— fem!reader ★　mdni

The heavy doors to your royal chambers slammed open. Zuko stumbled in, face flushed, golden eyes wild with feverish need. Sweat already glistened on his scarred chest.

"My wife.." he rasped, voice wrecked as he locked the door and pulled you into a crushing kiss. "They spiked the wine with something. I'm so fucking hard it hurts. I need you—please, I can't take it."

"Zu.." You barely had time to answer before he was tearing at your robes. His thick cock sprang free, dark red and throbbing painfully leaking pre steadily.

He pushed you onto the bed, spreading your thighs wide. "Please baby, don’t deny me this pleasure."

"O-okay." you whispered to Zuko, giving him permission to take whatever he wanted.

"Thank you." he whispers needly, for a few minutes he worked you open with his fingers, scissoring and curling them deep while sucking marks into your neck and breasts.

"Zuko—ahh—please.." you moaned, hips rolling. He barely started yet you already felt so overwhelmed. "I need more."

"Such a sweet girl, begging so sweetly." he groans, finally replaced his fingers with his cock, he pushed in slowly, inch by thick inch, groaning deeply at your tight heat.

"Gods....you feel so good," he breathed, bottoming out. He stayed buried for a moment, savoring it, then started fucking you with long, deep strokes—rolling his hips deliberately so you felt every ridge and vein dragging against your walls.

He kept that steady, devastating rhythm for what felt like forever, grinding against your clit with every thrust, kissing you messily and whispering how much he loved you. Your first orgasm came quickier than expected, judging the fact he'd been teasing you just moments ago, you were already on the brink. You cried out, clenching around him as your pussy gushed.

Zuko whimpered loudly and fucked you through it, hips never stopping. Only after your orgasm faded did he bury himself deep and cum for the first time, flooding your insides with thick ropes of hot seed.

But he didn't soften—fuck was it an aphrodisiac?

Zuko pulled out briefly, flipped you onto your stomach and slid back in from behind without warning He fucked you with slow, powerful thrusts, gripping your hips and pulling you back onto his cock again and again.

"Fuck—you're so full of my cum already," he panted, voice strained. "But I need more."

He kept going, pace gradually picking up until the wet slap of skin on skin echoed loudly. You came a second time, moaning into the sheets. Zuko followed right after, pressing deep as he pumped his second heavy load into your already cum-stuffed pussy.

Zuko whimpered, his voice cracking as he stayed buried inside you. He rolled you onto your back again and folded you into a tight mating press, knees pushed to your chest. "Fuck, I can't stop—it won't go down. I need to keep fucking you."

"Ah—Zu..too much—" you whined, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down your face as he used you.

He started thrusting again—desperate strokes that made your belly bulge slightly with every push. Seeing your belly bulging turned him on even further. His eyes darkened as he watched you, something suddenly primal awakening in him.

"You want me to put a baby in you?" he asked suddenly, eyes feral. "You want your husband to breed you full tonight?"

"Z-Zuko.." you moaned, still trying to form words.

But he was losing control. His thrusts grew faster, more erratic, while his voice turned whiny and needy. "Answer me," he begged, voice trembling as he pounded into your cum drenched pussy.

"You want me to knock you up? Want me to fill you until your womb can't take anymore?"

Your mind was already beginning to melt from the relentless deep fucking, his words turned you on way more, your pussy dripping around him. "Y-yes—ahhn—breed me baby..please."

That was all it took. Zuko let out a broken whine and started railing you harder, hips snapping with pure animal need.

"Yes—yes, I'm gonna put a baby in you," he panted, voice whiny and desperate. "Gonna fill this pretty pussy over and over until you're swollen with my child. You're gonna look so fucking good carrying my heir."

He kept fucking you fucked you in deep, punishing strokes mixed with grinding that rubbed your clit perfectly. Your third orgasm built slowly, then slammed into you. Your eyes rolled back, mouth falling open as you completely lost the ability to speak properly.

"F-fuuu—hah—Zuuu. too deep—!" you babbled incoherently, drooling as your pussy spasmed and squirted around his cock.

Zuko groaned at the feeling, tears of overwhelming pleasure in his eyes. "Fuck—you're squeezing me so tight. I-I can't—"

He slammed in to the hilt and came hard, pumping even more cum into your overflowing cunt. He kept fucking you through both your orgasms with sloppy, desperate thrusts.

"Need more—'nt stop," he whined pathetically, pressing his forehead to yours.

"Your pussy feels too good. I'm sorry baby.. "

He kept you folded and railed you for another long stretch, the wet squelching sounds absolutely obscene as his cum was fucked deeper into you with every thrust. Your fourth orgasm left you a twitching, babbling wreck.

"Guh—'m cumming again, nngh—daddy please!"

The word 'daddy' broke him. Zuko whimpered like he was in pain, hips stuttering as he came again, flooding you so full that cum squirted out around his cock with every thrust.

"Fuck—call me that again," he begged, still pounding into you. "You're gonna make me a daddy aren't you baby?"

You could barely respond, reduced to broken moans. "Mmm..yes, oh god please."

He switched positions again, pulling you on top but immediately fucking up into you frantically, gripping your hips and bouncing you on his cock while whimpering.

"Look at you, all fucked dumb on my cock," he panted, voice cracking with need. "Such a good wife taking all of me..let me breed you one more time, cum with me."

Your orgasm hit you like lightning for the millionth time. You screamed broken, wordless moans as your body convulsed. Zuko followed with a loud, desperate whine, pumping another thick load deep into your womb.

His thrusts finally slowed but still deep and grinding inside you—never stopping.

By the time the aphrodisiac finally began to fade, you were a cum soaked, blissed out mess, mind blank except for soft, incoherent whimpers.

Zuko finally softened and collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms and kissing your sweaty forehead with trembling lips.

"Sorry baby..you're so good to me." he whispered hoarsely, still gently grinding his softening cock against your messy pussy. "Thank you for letting me breed you like that, my love."

"Mmm.." you mumbled, tired and completely spent.

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[kurokawaia]

Zuko was leaning back against the headboard with a breathless groan, leaving his lips as your fingers threaded through his messy black long hair, your fingers tugging at the strands gently. His attention never strayed from your pretty face, completely focusing on you and on the moment. You were straddling him, sinking down slowly onto his throbbing length with shaky breaths.

You were already on the verge of being overwhelmed, but Zuko's hands shot up from your thighs to your hips, halting you in your movements, causing a shudder to emit from your lips. "Zuko?" you whispered, blinking at him, confused.

"Don't move," he whispers into your ear. "Let me feel all of you." His words alone made your walls tighten around his length immensely, his head dropping to your neck, feeling his cock.

He tilted his head, but his cock twitching inside you made it really hard to focus much on what he was saying. "Fuck," he moans into your neck, almost bordering on a whimper, Zuko's arms circle around your body, one hand slides up your spine, pulling you flush against him until your chest presses to his. Zuko shakily breaths, "Stay still."

Your breath hitched, body trembling as his length pulsed inside you. "W-What? But-"

"Shh." He kissed the corner of your mouth slowly while holding you perfectly still. You don't think you could do this, you're already so overstimulated as it is. 

The stillness was maddening. His cock throbbed inside you with every heartbeat, the stretch so deep and constant it had your body trembling from the effort of holding still. Your nails dug into his shoulders. "Feels so good.... my pretty wife, missed you so much," Zuko murmurs, "just a little longer... promise."

You whined, trying to roll your hips, but his hand immediately pressed down on your waist, pinning you harder against him. "No," he said firmly, and the deep sound of his voice made your body heat up further. 

The minutes dragged, your body shivering from the overwhelming sensation of being filled and denied movement. Zuko kissed along your jaw. "You're shaking," he murmured, nipping lightly at your ear. "So needy."

You whimpered his name, and he finally pulled back enough to look at you, his eyes scanning every inch of your trembling body. "Hold out a little longer," he promised, hands gripping your hips tightly. "And then I'll let you fall apart as much as you want."

Your thighs trembled from holding yourself still, his cock throbbing inside you with every pulse of blood rushing through your veins. The ache was unbearable, and every breath made you whine softly into his chest.

"Zuko... I can't," you whispered with your voice cracking. "Please." You broke with a strained moan of his name, his cock deep inside you, clenching violently around him as your orgasm ripped through you, making your body shake in his lap. The wet sound of your release coating him only spurred him on, making his thrusts sharper.

"Fuck, that's it," he groaned, hips slamming into yours one last time as he spilled hot inside you, grip bruising on your hips. He buried his face in your neck, muffling a rough moan as his cock pulsed, filling you to the brim.

request

[singse]

aang lazily fucking you while you're both laying on your sides, his face tucked into the crook of your neck so his pants are warm and damp against your sweat-slick skin. he's got two fingers in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue to muffle sweet noises you're making due to how well his cock is hitting you deep ahd keeping you nice and full.

"shh," he hushes, his other hand splayed across your stomach and pushing down so you can feel the slight bulge of his cock in there, your eyes rolling back. "keep quiet, my love. wouldn't want everyone else to hear us."

as if the loud and noisy squelches of your sopping cunt being bullied by aang's thick cock hasn't already woken the rest of your friends up.

[ruya4four]

a man can dream ♡⸝⸝ aang x reader

synopsis: resting against your pregnant stomach, aang stays up late to your baby, much to your annoyance.

♡⸝⸝ content warningsﾉtags: fem!reader, dad!aang, fluff, domestic bliss, pregnancy, late night talking, kissing, established relationship

♡⸝⸝ author's note: i wanted to write something cute before i write smut and angst of aangie poo LMAOO. i hope u guys enjoy!! i'm slowly getting back into writing, so sorry if this isn't the best! </3

The silk sheets of your shared bed felt cool against your skin, a welcome relief from the radiating warmth of your swollen abdomen. You lay propped up against a mountain of plush pillows, your hands resting lightly over the high curve of your stomach where your first child was currently shifting and stretching against your ribs. The weight of your body felt immense after a long day of carrying this new life, every muscle aching for the undisturbed sleep that had become so elusive in these final weeks of your pregnancy.

Aang had absolutely no intention of letting you sleep just yet.

He was curled up tightly against your hip, his smooth, shaved head resting directly on the bare skin of your rounded belly, his face turned sideways so his cheek was pressed against your skin. His bright grey eyes were wide awake, crinkling at the corners with an enduring, childlike wonder that had only intensified the larger your bump grew. His calloused hands were wrapped completely around the sides of your waist, holding you with a gentle grip as if he were guarding the most precious treasure in all the nations. He was murmuring in a low, conspiratorial whisper that vibrated deeply through your skin.

"You have to promise me you'll practice your airball spins every morning," Aang whispered directly into your navel, his voice full of a giddy excitement that made his ears twitch forward. "Your Uncle Sokka is going to try to teach you how to throw a boomerang, but don't listen to him, okay? Airbending is much faster, and you don't have to go chase after it when you miss. And when we visit the Western Air Temple, I am going to show you the exact spot where I used to hide Monk Gyatso’s favorite meditation beads. He never found them, not even once."

You let out a soft, exasperated sigh, your fingers tangling into the soft fabric of his tunic as you tried to nudge his shoulder away, your face twisting into a look of fond annoyance. "Aang, please. The baby cannot hear about your ancient temple pranks right now. They are trying to sleep, and so am I. If you keep vibrating my stomach with your storytelling, they are going to start kicking my bladder again, and I already had to get up three times an hour ago."

Aang let out a muffled, bubbling giggle against your skin, his shoulders shaking with an affectionate amusement that did absolutely nothing to help your aching torso. He shifted his head, looking up at you with a completely unrepentant grin that made him look exactly like the boy who had crashed a fire nation school party years ago. His eyes danced with absolute adoration, his gaze lingering on the flush of your cheeks before he turned his attention right back to your stomach, deliberately ignoring your protests.

"Do not listen to your mother," Aang cooed in a louder, more dramatic stage-whisper, his lips pressing firmly against the center of your bump so his words came out sounding comically distorted. "She is just jealous because we are already plotting our grand adventures. Tomorrow, we are going to learn how to bribe Appa with extra juicy moon-peaches so he flies us over the highest peaks before breakfast. It is a secret club, just the two of us."

You huffed, a genuine laugh breaking through your sleepy scowl as you used both of your hands to firmly push against the side of his face, attempting to slide his head completely off your body. "That is it, out of the bed. You are a terrible influence already, and they haven't even taken their first breath yet. Go sleep on the floor with Momo."

Aang didn't budge an inch, his powerful core keeping him anchored exactly where he was as he easily resisted your weak, exhausted shoving. Instead of retreating, his eyes flashed with pure mischief, his lips pulling back to reveal a wide, teasing smile that warned you exactly what was coming next. He took a sudden, deep breath, his chest expanding against your thigh before he lunged forward, attacking the entire surface of your large bump with a relentless barrage of loud, exaggerated kisses.

The room filled with the obnoxious, wet sound of his lips smacking repeatedly against your skin, each kiss accompanied by a dramatic, slurping noise that echoed loudly off the stone walls. He started from the very top of your stomach, moving in a frantic, circular pattern down to the sides, his face completely buried in your warmth as he made ridiculous, motorboat noises against your flesh. The sudden, ticklish sensation made your entire body convulse, your hands instantly flying up to cup your own mouth to stifle the loud, breathless shrieks of laughter that burst from your throat.

"Aang! Stop! It tickles so bad, please!" you wailed, your toes curling under the sheets as you tried to twist your hips away from his relentless assault, your face turning a deep, vibrant shade of pink. Your eyes were watering from the sheer force of your giggles, your previous exhaustion completely forgotten in the wake of his chaotic affection.

"Never!" Aang shouted between kisses, pulling back for a fraction of a second to reveal a face covered in a wide, triumphant grin, his cheeks flushed and his eyes shining with an immense, dizzying happiness. "This is an ancient Air Nomad ritual for proper development! I cannot stop now, the balance of the world depends on it!"

He dove right back down, landing a remarkably loud, wet pop right on the very center of your stomach, his hands moving to gently squeeze your hips to keep you from squirming away. You lay back against the pillows, your chest heaving as your laughter finally began to die down into soft, breathless chuckles, your hands moving down to rest over the back of his neck. Your fingers stroked the smooth skin of his head, your thumb tracing the edge of his blue arrow as a overwhelming wave of love washed over you, completely replacing any lingering annoyance.

Watching him hover over your unborn child with so much unbridled joy made your heart ache with a sweetness that felt almost too heavy to contain. 

He was going to be an incredible father, a man who possessed the wisdom of a thousand lifetimes but still retained the capacity to turn a bedroom into a playground of pure light. 

Aang finally stopped his assault, resting his chin on the apex of your stomach once more, his breathing shallow as he looked up at you with an expression of such unconditional devotion that it brought a fresh sheen of tears to your eyes.

"I love you both so much," he whispered softly, his hand sliding up to cover yours, his fingers interlocking with yours over the warm, pulsing life you had created together. "I can't wait to meet them."

[keropiiko]

aang x fem!reader ( smut, mdni )

( wc: 551, 18+, smut, bj, oral, m receiving, fluff at the end (?), i love aang sm it’s not even funny anymore )

Aang’s hands… the gentle, slightly calloused hands that always held you with utmost reverence and warmth. The ones you loved so much, especially now.

With one hand buried in your hair and the second resting on your cheek, he guided your movements as your tongue worked on his hard cock. Your cheeks hollowed out as his fingers trailed over your face — from temple to jaw — wiping away any tear that escaped your eye.

“Y—Yes, baby… j—just like that…” he whimpered, his head falling back in pleasure before forcing himself to look at you again, all pretty and on your knees for him. He needed to see your beautiful face as you sucked him dry.

Your tongue ran carefully over his swollen tip and he couldn’t help but rut into your mouth, his cock pushing harshly against the walls of your throat. You gagged, choking on his thick length as he pushed further. The sound and feeling of your gags made him pause in concern, his pleasured expression morphing into guilt.

“S—Sweetheart, I… I—I’m so sorry… did I hurt you…?” he asked, his voice soft as he was already moving to pull his throbbing length out of your mouth. Before he could do that, he was quickly stopped by the shake of your head as your lips chased his departing cock. His eyes widened, surprised by your eagerness, but pleased nonetheless.

“Are you sure…? W—We can stop right here if you— a-ahh!” he started, his voice cracking as you forced a whine to leave his perfect lips. You bobbed your head with renewed determination, hollowing your cheeks around his girth.

Jaw slack, eyes stinging with tears and tongue working overtime, you made him cum in less than a minute.

His cock hit the back of your throat as he reached his peak, a ragged moan leaving his lips. You gagged once more, but this time he didn’t pull back. He rut his hips forward as he shot thick strings of semen down your throat, some spilling out with every wet cough.

You made sure to swallow everything you could before pulling away, your lips leaving his slack length with a slimey pop. His hands — tender, loving hands — no longer held your head in place, his fingers now slowly threading through your hair. With a gentle tug, he helped you stand, your legs trembling from kneeling on the hard wood floor.

Before you could even say anything, his tongue ran over your chin, gathering his seed on it and forcing it past your lips. You immediately responded, arms wrapping around his neck, kissing him just as fiercely.

“… are you sure you’re okay? How about I make you some tea, hm?” he hummed, his face pressed into your neck, leaving feather-light kisses along the column of your throat. You chuckled, his lips tickling your skin.

“I’m great, actually… but I guess I could go for some tea,” you replied, smiling up at him and pressing a kiss to his temple. His face lit up and before you knew it, he was already on his way to the kitchen. With a shake of your head and a smile tugging on your lips, you followed after him, your bare feet patting softly against the wooden floor.

How did you get so lucky?

[gyalcapone]

off the edge

18+. smut; throat fucking, mating press.

“Are you sure about this?” There’s a nervous look on Aang’s face as he stands over you. Yet, despite the nervousness and the hesitance that’s paired with it, his interest is evident by the fat glob of pre-cum that falls on the tip of your nose and trails a slow streak to your forehead before disappearing past your hairline.

“Yes, now stop asking.” You urge him forward by his strong thighs, your mouth falling open to take his flushed, leaking cock between your parted lips.

He groans, the sound deep and guttural as his hand instinctively reaches down to cradle the back of your neck. “You okay?”

Inch by inch you swallow his aching length, your tongue caressing the rigid velvet on the way down. Aang shudders when you gag, but doesn’t pull out. He knows you can take it, you were being so persistent earlier after all.

He hears nothing, but a satisfied hum as an answer, following your nose being buried between his heavy balls while his dick’s tip taps insistently at the back of your throat.

“C-can I move?” He asks, arousal thinning his tone, and he starts with shallow thrusts, wanting to test the limits from this new angle. It’s an angle he can see even more from, like the outline of his cock in your throat, down to the twin peaks atop the valley of your breasts, and the expanse of your torso that leads to the rushing river between your legs.

His free hand comes up to join the other at your neck, both finding leverage at the columns as he rocks forward. The wet squelch of you closing around him almost does him in, the warm cavern of your mouth sucking him down, the walls tightening like a constrictor trapping prey.

“Holy-“ He pants, forcing himself out of your slick mouth and quickly gripping the base of his throbbing shaft. Strings of saliva and precum stick to his cockhead, trying in vain to keep him tethered to your swollen lips. He can feel his stomach tighten, like he could blow his load any second, but if you ask, he’ll say he just wanted you to breathe for a bit.

You’re panting harshly, head getting fuzzy from all the blood pooling at the crown. A calloused thumb traces your puffy lips, splitting the seam to rest on an eager tongue before it’s snagged between two rows of teeth and nipped gently. Two pairs of eyes soften in tandem as you gaze at one another. Your face warms, and his cheeks flush the longer you look at each other. The intimacy of the moment makes you giddy enough for your tummy to swoop.

“You’re trying to kill me.” He leans down to kiss you, slow and filthy, chasing his own taste before straightening up, ready to feed his cock back inside your waiting mouth.

Your chuckle is raspy, a little wrecked, and even though he throbs a little, his heart also feels like it could jump out of his chest at the sound. Oh, it’s a sight to see this big man blush even as he’s slapping his cock on your pursed lips, then fitting it into the curl of your tongue as it eases into a smooth descent to the back of your throat. There you go gagging again, and making such a mess of him as you on him a little. He startles, about to pull away to let you breathe, to cough it out-something-but you don’t let him take a step, hands finding his thighs and nails digging into the skin to keep him rooted, as if the heated and determined glint in your eyes isn’t already doing enough to pin him in place.

Only you could still manage to look threatening upside down with his dick stuffed halfway down to your stomach.

So, he keeps going, fucking in and out of your throat the way you’ve been asking for it. Seeing how the shape of him bulges in your throat has him folding over you, desperate to reward you. The size of him shadows you like a canopy as his dexterous fingers find your twitching clit, it peeks from the hood as the digits slide down to spread your sticky folds, then further to circle the entrance of your dripping cunt.

Aang doesn’t even realize that he’s just shoving his cock even further until your throat closes, trying to force him out to keep you from actually choking on him. His balls tighten up from where they’re nestling your nose and he barely gets the warning out before he’s spilling his seed into your stomach. You slide down the bed to ease him out, making his ring and middle fingers slip out of your pussy with a lewd pop as you really try to catch your breath this time. The evidence of your arousal coats his wedding band, so he trails the cream-coated fingers all the way up to your face, and your jaw cracks as your tongue sticks out to lick it clean. He coos, thumbs dipping into the divots of your cheeks to ease the stiffness.

“Gods, you’re so good.” The kiss on your forehead is long and sweet. The tenderness of it settles between your ribcage like a bird on its perch.

You sit up to turn, and as soon as you do, his hands hook under your ankles, pulling you to the edge of the bed. They go to wrap around his narrow but strong waist, but he grabs your legs and rests them on his shoulders instead. With barely enough time to react, he’s leaning over you again, hands gripping the fat of your thighs and pressing his weight down as he slides home in wet and wanton cunt.

You scream his name and your voice cracks down the middle.

“Yeah?” he actually answers, nuzzling his nose with yours, and you whine as the action forces him deeper inside you. He draws his hips back, pulling out til just the tip is snug between your wet slit and his thumb snags on your clit again, pressing down and rubbing in dizzyingly slow circles as the girth of him is back between your spasming walls. You’re clenching around him already, squeezing the pulsing veins and only tightening like a knot that’s continuously being pulled taut. “You feel like a dream, always taking me so well, my sweet wife.”

You gush around him, more of your juices aiding the glide as you near the precipice, eager for him to push you over it and for him to come with you.

He shakes his head as if he can hear your thoughts. “Need you to cum, you spoiled me already, so good to me.” Your knees are pushed up higher, hips lifting off the bed as he fucks harder into you, strokes striking your sweet spot with a precision that leaves you starry-eyed and drooling.

You’re nearly there. He can feel it as the shiver runs through you and your body locks up like a city under siege. When you cum, your nails drag down and pierce, splitting the skin of his shoulders and leaving sanguine colored lines in its wake as you cover his cock with your cum and his face with lazy kisses.

© gyalcapone. 2026

[chastiefoul]

"love, no... don't go," nanami rasped, voice low still laced with sleep. his breath tickled the back of your neck as he spoke. the hold of his hand around your waist was somehow tighter, even after when you thought you couldn't possibly get any closer than this; your back on his chest without any space in between.

"let me gooo, i want to make my coffee," you whined softly, the tone made it apparent that you couldn't hold a smile at the sight of your usual collected man being so clingy. provoking him further, you once more tried to release the grasp of his hand on your stomach. the man responded with a disapproving grunt, the vibration from his lips against your skin made you shiver.

"stay, please. i'll make it for you later," he pleaded, trailing lazy kisses along your shoulder blade in hope to get you stay in bed, going as far as bringing his leg over both of yours, practically keeping you in his embrace. you chuckled.

"but i want it now," you replied, yet despite those words you couldn't help but put your hand on his cheek, seeing how the blond nuzzled closer to it, chasing the contact like a cat basking under the attention.

"not yet," he murmured, doubling down by gently turning you over, bringing you closer as you rested your head on his chest. you caved under his relentless touch, both his arms folded snugly behind your back. nanami wore a satisfied smile, like he just achieved something great. "i need another hour of this. of you."

"didn't know i'll be held hostage in some mornings when i went into this marriage," you teased, the comfort of his warm hug made you abandon the scheme you never planned to follow through. your fingers made their way to draw random patterns on the navy shirt he was wearing.

he caught your digits, planting a soft kiss at the back of your hand, "and you promised to accept me as i am in your vow, so i'm afraid you'll have to put up with this for the rest of your life."

you laughed.

oh you will. and very happily.

[gojogasms]

oh nothing… just making out with satoru ❤︎

tags 18+ minors dni !! very self indulgent hehe … i’m so soft for him y’all don’t understand 🥹

his lips are cold at first. always cold, like he’s been pressing his mouth to the rim of a glass full of ice just to feel something. you’ve learned to expect it but it still makes you gasp every time, that first shock of chill against your warm mouth, and he loves it. you can feel him smile into the kiss, that infuriating curve of his lips that says got you.

he doesn’t rush. satoru gojo could move faster than light if he wanted to but he kisses you like the world outside doesn’t exist. his hands find your face first, always. long fingers spanning your jaw, thumbs stroking over your cheekbones in slow hypnotic circles. he tilts your head to the side and deepens the kiss, easing you into it, letting you feel every second of it. his bottom lip slots between yours and he just rests there for a moment, breathing you in.

then his tongue traces the seam of your lips, asking, always asking even though he knows the answer will be yes. you open for him and he hums into your mouth, pleased and low, the vibration traveling straight down your spine. he tastes like sugar and something sharper underneath, like the candy he definitely stole from your stash and the mint gum he chewed to cover it up. his tongue curls against yours lazy and thorough, exploring, and his teeth graze your bottom lip just hard enough to make your breath catch. he soothes it immediately with a soft sucking kiss that leaves your lip slick and tingling.

his mouth wanders. it’s a problem, actually, because he can’t stay in one place for long. he pulls back from your lips and presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth, then the bow of your upper lip, then the tiny crease where your smile would be if you weren’t so breathless. he kisses the tip of your nose, your cupid’s bow, your cheek. by the time he’s finished mapping your face your eyes are closed and your lips are parted.

he kisses your closed eyelids, left then right, feather-light. his lips brush your lashes and you feel them flutter against his mouth. he exhales a laugh and the air ghosts warm over your skin.

then he’s at your jaw, trailing open-mouthed kisses down to your chin, then up the other side. he finds the spot just beneath your ear and latches on, sucking gently, not enough to leave a mark but enough to make your fingers twist into the fabric of his shirt. he kisses the shell of your ear, the delicate skin behind it, the curve where your neck meets your shoulder. he breathes there, nose pressed to your skin. “you’re so warm,” he says, “smell so good.”

he kisses your throat. your collarbones. the hollow at the base of your neck where he can feel your heartbeat rabbiting against his mouth. he stays there for a long moment, just feeling it, and when he pulls back his eyes are dark and half-lidded and his lips are pink and kiss bitten and wet.

he kisses you on the mouth again, harder this time, less controlled. his composure slips and his hands drop from your face to your waist, your hips, pulling you flush against him. he kisses you like he’s starving, like the taste of you is the only thing that keeps him human. his tongue slides against yours and his teeth click against yours because he’s smiling again, he’s always smiling, even now. especially now.

his hands roam. up your sides, down your back, fingers splaying wide like he’s trying to touch all of you at once. they settle on your lower back and he presses you closer, impossibly closer, and he’s so warm now, all that cold burned away by the heat between you. he kisses the corner of your mouth again, your chin, the tip of your nose. a quick peck to your forehead. your left cheek. your right cheek. back to your lips.

he pulls away just enough to rest his forehead against yours, and you can feel his lashes brush your brow.

“hey.” he says, voice wrecked.

“hey.” you breathe back.

he kisses the bridge of your nose. “you’re my favorite.”

you roll your eyes but you’re smiling, he can feel it.

[mochaization]

𖦹 jealous nanami is a rare sight ⋮ fluff.

♯ a bit rushed bc i did it in a rush also ❤️☺️

Nanami had never considered himself a jealous man.

possessive, perhaps, in small ways. protective? certainly.

but jealousy? it was messy. the sort of thing that clouded judgement and made people act irrationally.

Nanami preferred facts.

and the fact was that you were free to spend time with anyone. the fact that your smile didn't belong to him. and the fact that he trusted you completely.

but why—why had he spent the last twenty minutes staring at his phone?

the photo on the screen was harmless for god's sake!

a group picture from a company dinner. you sat near the center, smiling oh so sweetly to the camera.

but the problem is there was a man sitting beside you.

nothing appropriate or suspicious. just a coworker. a coworker whose arm was slung casually over the back of your chair.

a coworker who seemed to appear in every photos your friend posted. a coworker whose name you had mentioned bunch of times this week without realizing it.

Nanami locked his phone and set it face down on the table.

he hated this feeling. Not because he distrusted you.

there was no reason for the knot tightening in his chest.

there is no logical explanation for why he suddenly found himself wondering whether you smiled that brightly around everyone. or whether you looked at everyone the way you looked at him.

the apartment door opened suddenly, snapping him out of his trance.

"Kento?" your voice drifted through the hallway.

you stepped into the living room, smiling when you saw him.

"There you are."

Nanami returned the smile automatically.

but as you sat beside him and started talking about your day, he found himself listening for one name. and when it finally appeared in the conversation? his jaw tightened.

your words faltered. "Kento?" you looked at him carefully.

for a moment, neither of you spoke.

then, quietly, you asked. "Is there something wrong?"

he met your gaze briefly before looking away.

the silenced stretched. not uncomfortable, just heavy. Nanami wasn't entirely sure how to answer.

you knew your husband too well to notice when something was off.

"Kento."

"Hm."

"You're doing that thing."

his brows furrowed slightly. "What thing?"

"The thing where you pretend nothing's bothering you."

you moved closer on the couch, turning toward him fully.

"Did something happen at work?"

"No."

"Did someone annoy you?"

"Not particularly."

"Are you tired?"

"Always."

your expression only softened.

your fingers reached for his hand without thinking. you interwined your fingers with his.

"C'mon, talk to me?"

you waited patiently, giving him space to speak.

Nanami hated that he was making this difficult.

eventually, he said, "Who is he?"

you blinked. "...who?"

"The coworker."

your eyes widened slightly. "Oh."

for several seconds, you said nothing.

then, "Are you jealous?"

Nanami closed his eyes briefly. "Perhaps," he sighed.

your expression softened even further.

you shifted closer until your shoulder rested against his.

"I found him annoying," you started. "He talks too much, he steals food, he's arrogant too."

the corner of Nanami's mouth twitched. you caught it immediately.

"There he is."

"I was here the entire time."

"No, you were somewhere in your own head."

you brushed your thumb over his knuckles.

"I don't smile because of him," you sighed. "I smile because i was having fun."

his gaze softened. "I know," he admitted.

"Then why are you suffering by yourself?"

a faint huff escaped him, not quite a laugh.

"Because," he pulled your joined hands closer. "I was hoping it would stop if i ignored it."

"Did it work?"

"No."

you laughed. "That was unfortunate."

he laughed along with you. "It was."

the knot in his chest began to loosen.

not because the jealousy had vanished. but because you were looking at him exactly the way you always had.

© mochaization 2026. DO NOT copy, reconstruct, reupload on any other platform, or feed my works to AI.

[mimujus]

riding your boyfriend satoru for the first time (o^^o)

you're already halfway down when you realize you might have bitten off more than you can handle.

satoru's cock stretches you open inch by inch, and even with all the prep—his fingers, his mouth, the way he worked you open on the bed of his dorm room until you were dripping and begging—it's still a lot. he's big. you knew that from the way he'd felt against your thigh, from the way he'd groaned when you'd wrapped your hand around him earlier. knowing and feeling are two very different things.

"easy," he murmurs, and his voice is lower than usual, rougher. his hands are on your hips, thumbs pressing into the jut of bone there, but he's not guiding you. he's holding you steady. letting you set the pace. "easy, sweetheart. breathe for me."

you do. shaky inhale through your nose, slow exhale through parted lips. your thighs are trembling where they're bracketing his hips, knees pressed into the mattress on either side of him. he's propped up against the headboard, shirt long since discarded, hair a mess of white silk falling into his eyes.

he looks wrecked already, and you've barely started.

"that's it," he says, and there's a strain in his voice that wasn't there before, a tightness around the edges. "you're doing so good. just—take your time."

you sink lower. another inch. the sensation is overwhelming—full, hot, stretching you in a way that borders on too much. your fingers dig into his shoulders, nails leaving crescents in his skin. he hisses, but it's not from pain.

"fuck," he breathes, head falling back against the headboard. "fuck, you're tight."

you pause, breath catching. "is that bad?"

"no." he laughs, but it comes out strangled. "no, it's not bad. it's—" he grits his teeth, jaw working. "it's a lot. in a good way. keep going."

you push down further, and finally, finally, you're seated fully in his lap. his cock is buried to the hilt inside you, and you feel impossibly full, stretched around him, your body struggling to accommodate his size. you stay still for a moment, just breathing, just feeling.

his hands slide up from your hips to your waist, palms warm and slightly sweaty. he's looking at you with an expression you can't quite read—hunger and wonder and something softer mixed in.

"okay?" he asks.

you nod, swallowing. "okay."

"good." he shifts beneath you, and you feel him twitch inside you, making you gasp. his lips curl into a smirk, but it's strained, his composure crumbling at the edges. "now move when you're ready. however you want. i've got you."

you start slow. experimental rolls of your hips, testing the angle, the friction. each movement sends sparks through your nerves, makes your breath stutter. his hands guide but don't push, his thumbs tracing lazy circles on your skin.

"like that," he says, voice rough. "just like that."

you find a rhythm. rocking forward, grinding down, the wet sound of your bodies meeting filling the quiet room. his head falls back again, eyes fluttering shut, and you watch his throat work as he swallows.

"you feel incredible," he rasps. "god, you have no idea how good you feel."

you pick up the pace, bracing your hands on his chest. the new angle makes him hit deeper, and you moan, head dropping forward. he takes the opportunity to lean up, catching your mouth in a kiss that's all tongue and teeth and desperation.

when he pulls back, he's breathing hard. his bangs are plastered to his forehead. there's a flush spreading across his chest.

"you're doing so well," he says, and his voice cracks on the last word. "fucking—perfect. you're perfect."

you roll your hips harder, chasing the friction, the pressure building low in your belly. his hands grip your waist tighter, and you can feel him fighting the urge to take over, to flip you and fuck you into the mattress.

"close?" he asks.

you nod, too breathless for words.

"me too." he laughs, shaky. "fuck, me too. you're gonna make me—"

he cuts himself off with a groan, his hips bucking up into you despite himself. you gasp at the sudden depth, your walls clenching around him.

"sorry," he grits out. "sorry, i just—you feel too good. i can't—"

his composure is crumbling. the infuriatingly cocky sorcerer is falling apart beneath you, his breathing ragged, his hands shaking where they hold you. he's babbling now, half-words and broken praises, telling you how good you are, how tight, how perfect.

"come for me," he gasps. "please. i need to feel you—"

you do. the command, the desperation in his voice, the way he's barely holding himself together—it pushes you over the edge. you clench around him, a broken moan falling from your lips as pleasure rips through you.

he follows a second later, with a groan that sounds almost pained, his hips thrusting up as he spills inside you. you feel every pulse, every hot rush of him filling you, and it draws your own orgasm out until you're trembling and spent.

you collapse against his chest, both of you slick with sweat, breathing hard. his arms wrap around you, pulling you close, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"holy shit," he mutters.

you laugh weakly. "good?"

he tilts your chin up, kissing you slow and deep.

"perfect."

a/n: requested by a lovely anon it was so much fun 2 write hihi