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KNOW MY HEART! fire lord zuko x reader

synopsis. the idea of your friend, now firelord, married to someone else made your heart hurt as if someone gripped it and squeezed maliciously. it was distracting enough to lose against him in training. too bad your best friend knows you, and he will not leave until you tell him what’s wrong.

(also posted on AO3 - user safontaine)

WARNINGS. MDNI. nsfw. smut. porn WITH plot. friends to lovers. idiots in love. small angst with a very happy ending. vaginal sex. oral sex (f! receiving). fingering. pussy drunk zuko. size kink. cervix sex. overstimulation. squirting. hot cum. zuko is soooo needy. but he gives a mean cream pie.

WC. 6.8k

You remembered when you were just fourteen years old, and decided to leave your home behind. For what was right, for what was fair. To be far away from injustice, and in this case, to be away from what the Fire Nation had then become with its tyrant ruling.

You decided to accompany Zuko after he was banished.

It wasn’t hard, in all honesty. As typical as most fire benders at the time, your parents held the same strict and cold behavior towards you. Never to fail, never to be kind, never to slack. Never to show love and tenderness towards their own kid as well. It was strange, to live under the roof of people that called themselves your parents and yet, no warmth or love to be actually felt, because you never had received it from them to learn.

So leaving wasn’t hard. What was hard was seeing your friend in pain in the middle of the night, his scrunched face and eyes filled with water and tears that never fell. You had to watch as your friend, the one boy whom no matter the royal status, liked to hang around with because both had the same affection and tenderness towards animals, towards nature, slowly became someone bitter and ruthless. Cold and distant. No longer the boy that wore the boyish grin when you talked about turtles and fireflies.

You always knew that deep down, he was just a boy seeking not only the approval, but the warmth of his father, especially after losing his mother too. You never understood why he wanted to go back, wanted his father back in his life, but never judged.

You stood by his side as he hunted aang, the avatar, his prize and enemy at the same time. You stood by him, even when you almost didn’t, when his sister came with sweet and careful words to convince Zuko to come back to the fire nation under the pretense of his father wanting him back, and when you showed reluctance alongside Iroh, he said he did not need you. That his honor was much more important that whatever friendship and parental feeling both you and Iroh had.

But in the end, not only you, but Iroh as well, followed him.

And when he left you and Iroh to rot in the cells in the fire nation, you almost did not forgive him. Iroh freed the both of you. You left, joined Aang, and like a comical coincidence, a few days later Zuko also appeared. An almost embarrassed and sheepish smile on his lips as he approached with a ‘hello, Zuko here.’, something that till this day you haven’t forgotten and replays the small memory fondly in your head.

When the war ended, it took a while for him to win you back. Exactly three months of subtle begging and apologies coming from him in small doings. You had given two years of your life for him, searched for the avatar even while you knew that in your heart you wouldn’t be able to simply hand-over the only hope the war had to end in the end of Lord Ozai.

But the heart knows what it wants. And yours, day by day, night by night, yearned for him.

In the mornings, you would wake up in your very fancy room in the palace and reach for the side of the bed, clinging to your pillow but knowing you wished it was him. At night, you would sleep hugging the same pillow, sometimes wishing you held him with his head resting on your chest, or imagining him holding your body close to his, encasing his arms around you.

Initially your role in the palace was not quite clear.

What would you do? Be his assistant? Little helper? Consort? You knew how to cook, but when you offered the idea of cooking with the chefs in order to thank him for allowing you to stay in the palace, he looked so offended you did not know if you should laugh or be offended as well. You laughed, of course.

In the end, it was clear that you were just there. The palace was now your home, with no need to do something in return of gratitude, Zuko wouldn’t allow it.

As you lived under the same roof, talked with the same people, became closer each day, your heart would beat for him more and more. The silent giggles and smiles exchanged after a rough day full of paperwork and meetings, you helping him relax by either just being with him till late morning, or sleeping in the same vicinity. Of course, never in the same bed. Always you on the chair and him on the bed, or both of you just on the ground.

Being close helped your heart to stop wanting to jump from your throat each time you saw him.

Even if each day all you wanted was to be in his arms, pass your fingers through his entire body, kiss it, lick it, love it and hate it with scratches on his back at the same time.

Even if the council also talked about Zuko start planning a potential partner for marriage and future heirs of the throne. Talks about Mai, the girl he supposedly dated while you were in a cell waiting for him, even if he said that they barely dated, and that he never felt anything real with her. It never mattered to your heart, that desperately wanted to be the one to receive his kisses and caresses one day.

—

“Okay.”

No, not okay. It never is!

“We will start differently today.”

Spirits, help.

“Let’s train your punches today. Your kicks are good, you have good strength in your legs. But in your arms they lack.” Zuko had said earlier, as he had brought his long hair, reaching the end of his waist, into a bun with a few rebel strands of hair falling in his face.

Completely shirtless.

Zuko no longer was the awkward and skinny kid he was years ago when the war ended. He no longer held hesitation or doubts about his actions most of the time. He now was The Fire Lord, tall, muscular, and an absolute sin to look at that would often make your showers last longer, and nights wetter.

He grew to be a handsome man, and the smile on his face would come more freely and often, such as right now, as you once again was thrown back onto the ground and had to remove your eyes from him to stare at the sky in fake betrayal, feeling his playful smile even if you were not directly seeing it.

“I don’t understand why you insist on training when you are easily more talented than me when it comes to core strength on your legs and feet.” He huffed with a smirk, coming in your direction and blocking the view of the sun, his eyes staring you down with a smile that unfortunately made your panties wet, not with sweat from the training session this time.

“My arms are as thin as a twig.” You simply said back with a monotone voice, eyes fixated on his face and almost gripping onto the grass of the small private garden both of you had the privilege of going into in your training sessions (without using firebending, of course. If it ever came to that, you would have to go to the sand training ground.)

“We are firebenders, having strength in your thighs and legs is more important than your arms.” He offered his hand.

As a response, you slowly and purposely for him to see, ranked your eyes to his toned and strong arms, grabbing his hand while also admiring the veins in them. You watched as the sun and sweat made his cheeks slight pink-ish, and he laughed awkwardly. “Sure, mr. flameo hotman.”

Zuko groaned while it was your time to smirk. You knew he hated the nickname Aang insisted on calling him, loving how the supposed hate for the nickname came with just a tiny amount of embarrassment disguised as hate.

“Don’t start.” He said pulling you up as you snickered.

Silently, both of you entered positions to continue the training again, legs spread and arms raised with fists in front of each of your faces, but the easygoing feeling in the air remained. The setting sun in the distance creates shadows in the garden, announcing the beginning of the night, but neither of you tired to stop for the day yet.

Sighing, you initiated a conversation again. “I miss them.”

He copied both your movements and sigh, “Me too.”

You murmured a ‘bitch’ once you saw him copying your punches and blocking you, making him snort. To him, you did not need any extra training, but he would be lying if he said that not only were they beneficial for both of you in order to maintain your physic and strength, but also, to simply spend time with you. And you knew that he knew you didn’t need the extra attention, but he did it anyway.

But everytime you ever dared to think that maybe, just a tiny and slight maybe, he had some affection or feelings for you, you remembered over the fact that he indeed dated someone. That his attention, for a short period, was onto someone else. Someone that was a constant reminder in your head.

“How’s Mai.”

Your question took him by surprise, making him falter in his attention and widen his eyes.

“What?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows now, not only the question, but over the fact that suddenly your expression closed and your punches became more stronger. He knew the signs, he experienced it, the inner anger being used to train and fight against others, but the only thing he didn’t understand was where was your inner anger directed at.

There were times like this, where you had random spikes of anger at your feelings over your friend, because in your head, his future was already sealed with someone else. It was very common in the nation of fire to marry someone out of love, but it was much more common amongst high status and royalties to marry people off in arranged marriages.

And sometimes, when you dared to think ‘what did the soft look he gave me today as we ate breakfast together meant?’, reality would come crashing down with such a speed that sometimes, in your weakest moments, you would genuinely cry.

So to avoid having feelings, your mind would think of his ex girlfriend, the one that was the most suited to be his queen, at the end of the day.

You learned how to love when Iroh took you under his wing as an uncle, as finally a family that could properly care and love for their own. And Iroh loved passionately, fiercely, with such an intensity that it was no surprise when you realized that you had developed the same traits when regarding love.

Iroh was smart. He knew how you felt about his nephew, he teased you, he encouraged you. When the search for the avatar was happening, he would often not only tease you, but talk to Zuko as well, giving hints of not only your feelings, but about Zuko’s feelings as well, if he ever had any. And that was what sometimes would make you angry. Because if it was true, and they indeed sometimes would have the talks about feelings, then he knew about your feelings.

And if that was true, then it was simply what you always suspected, that he truly did not have any romantic feelings towards you. And if that was true, every time your thoughts carried your own mind, body and heart towards the prince, now lord, made you angry at yourself for being a fool.

If it was true, if he knew, and if he never did anything because he never wanted me for starter, if-

“Hey!”

“What!” You yelled at being brought out of your inner monologue, only to feel your feet meet air and your body be pinned to the ground, the grass prickling your exposed skin. With angry eyes, that slowly came back to normal after realizing that you had spaced out in the middle of the fight, you looked at the man pinning you down.

Zuko had his expression furrowed in confusion and worry, looking at your face in wonder. His hands were pinning your arms by the wrist onto the grass, while both of your breaths slowly rearranged themselves to become calm again.

“What was that?” He asked, his breath so close to yours that for a moment you stilled in surprise, finally taking in the sudden closeness both of you shared.

You tried to remove your arms from him without success, huffing. “Nothing.” Again. “Zuko.”

He said your name in a tone almost sternly, but for the first time, you just stopped and looked at him.

Breathing more calmly, you ranked your eyes at his face and analyzed his expression, feeling your stomach suddenly almost tough the grass itself from inside you from how it felt as if it dropped. You used to brag to yourself silently on how you knew Zuko for so many years that even the micro expressions he made, you knew what they meant. Angry, happy, hungry, embarrassed.

Yet now, looking at him, his eyes surprisingly big and round, almost pleading, and pleading for what was what scared you for a moment. His left eye not as open as the right one due the scar Ozai had given him that fateful day, his forehead sweaty and his own natural scent so musk with the training that it almost made you dizzy to have it so close to you.

Zuko sighed in resignation. Feeling his hands start to loosen their grip on you, you watched as he hung his head in defeat and closed his eyes.

“Sorry, I-”

You interrupted him. A voice so meek and quiet that it surprised you that you had finally said it. Maybe you spoke out loud without noticing, or maybe you were simply just tired of pretending that you did not know what to do with the love you had for him, besides giving it to him.

“...I don’t want you to marry Mai.”

Zuko lifted his head so fast it almost gave him a whiplash. Trying to meet your eyes, to no avail, he saw you looking at the sky with a defeated expression. Tired from the training, and yet, deep down, he could see the tiredness being deeper than just physical.

“What are you-”

“Or anyone else.” You continued, not meeting his eyes and feeling your body fully sink to the ground, no longer having any energy to fight. You thought, maybe you were too tired from the training and the feeling seeped through your mind and made you vulnerable enough to finally utter the words that had been engraved in your mind for months already. Or maybe, your mind was already so tired over any subject involving Zuko that it became physical, making you lose the fight in the training and lose the fight inside your head as well.

“Why.” He asked, no, he demanded, you realized. The tone in his question brings no room for even daring to refuse to answer. You didn’t look at him, only felt the corner of your lip twitch slightly in a repressed, sarcastic smile.

“Because I have loved you for too long to be okay with seeing you with someone else.”

There, finally, you felt as if your own heart gave a sigh of relief. At the same time, it also stopped beating, waiting for an answer of rejection or to your delusional self, acceptance. Worst case scenario, he would still want to be friends, and you would have to leave for your own good in order to finally grow out of these feelings.

“..ase. Please, look at me.” You heard his quiet voice and finally, for his own sanity, looked at him.

Your expression looked defeated. With yourself or with the expected outcome, both of you didn’t know. While his, took your breath away. His eyes shone so brightly that you would have thought he was crying, and if not for the only inches separating both of your faces, you would have guessed that was it.

Zuko’s mouth was open in silent disbelief and breath mingling with your own. You breathed with your nose, he looked as if he needed all the air necessary to breath given his gasps.

Boldly, deciding to follow your heart for once and entertain that yes, maybe he was right now giving you a hopeful look that you often found yourself giving to him in the silence of your chambers, you freed your right hand from his grasp, meeting no resistance, and gently laid your palm on his left cheek, with your thumb caressing the end of his scar.

He closed his eyes, resting his cheek onto your hand, a weak breath leaving him.

Without giving too much thought for cowardice, you lifted your head from the grass, and with the most utterly care, you placed a simple and light kiss on his closed eye, the one with the scar. Long were the nights that you looked at him sleeping and thought about caressing his cheek, his hair, his scar.

You removed your lips from his eye, only for when you distanced your face again, Zuko surprised you with a kiss.

On the lips.

Widened eyes full of surprise that soon grew soft and wet with emotions, you opened your mouth and felt his tongue slide inside. The kiss was both gentle and ruthless, a mix of want and need, wanting to finally explore the feeling and needing to feel that it was real.

Zuko’s body pressed against yours, his right hand going to your waist and going under you, making you arch your back to allow his arm to encase you, while his left hand went to your cheek, contrasting the gentle touch with the fast and deep kiss you both were sharing.

The kiss was magical. Everything that you have ever imagined coming from him. Attentive, hot and steamy, caring, sensual without even trying. And yet, you still haven’t heard the words you wanted to hear.

When it was time for the kiss to end in order to finally get some air in your lungs, you watched as he rested his forehead against yours, breathing deeply and matching his breath to yours. Your eyes were hazy and your body felt tingling hot with the kiss.

“Zuko.” You whispered, feeling his arm grip you tighter. “Zuko. Say something.”

Zuko all but gave a breathless chuckle and placed a kiss onto your forehead, creating a safe distance he met your eyes again and now, you could fully understand the expression they held. Your eyes grew impossibly wetter, the need to cry growing by the second.

“I love you.” He said, a smile breaking his face, thumbs cleaning the tears that had started to fall from your eyes. “I do. I love you too.”

“Why..” You spoke, a wet laugh leaving your throat before you could control it, a mixture of sob and relief. “Why did you never said anything?”

His eyes grew somber, a regretful look and ashamed, almost melancholic. “I lost you once. I had to work to regain your trust. I couldn’t lose you again if.. if you no longer felt the same, after..” He trailed off, closing his eyes and clenching his jaw in anger.

You swallowed dry. You knew what he was talking about. The time that you were considered a traitor and kept in the cell being a time way too fragile to talk about, no matter how many years have passed.

Laughing and sniffing at the same time, you smiled as he opened his eyes the moment he heard your sweet laugh. “You fool.” The smile never leaving your face. With now both hands free, you grabbed his face with such eagerness that it brought the boyish smile onto his face once again, your heart warming at the sight, the nostalgia of young Zuko with that same smile going through your head.

So, you kissed him again. And again. And when you had to break the kiss again for the third time to breathe properly, you held him so tightly it seemed a competition to see who was holding the other the tightest. Your heart impossibly big, feeling as if you had just conquered the world right now, and part of you believed you just did.

“Why did you speak about Mai?”

Annnd of course he had to ruin it.

You huffed. “Really?” And raised your eyebrow.

He copied you. “Yes.”

You wormed your body from under him and sat on the ground, the sky already darker than before but still enough to not be completely dark in the garden.

“The council talks about you finding a queen. Produce an heir. I’m not stupid. Mai is the most qualified for that.” You sighed, suddenly the weight of the truth making your shoulders drop. “I’m no royalty, I have no influence.” Looking at him, watching as he paid rapid attention to each of your words and micro expressions, you swallowed. “I love you. But can we even be together if the council doesn’t approve?”

Your words landed sharp into his gut, making him narrow his eyes and you flinched, thinking that you had upset or angered him, biting your lip in regret.

“I think you misunderstood.” He spoke, and before the feeling of dread could even form itself, he continued. His bigger form circled you, both arms around your body with chests touching one another, the tips of your noses touching as well, breaths mingling. “I am The Fire Lord of the Fire Nation. If you really think a measly council could control me regarding you…” His mouth went to your ear, and you felt your entire body heat up, your cheeks being painted pink as he spoke. “Then my love, you are the fool.”

“Zuko-” You started, but was interrupted as he kissed you again.

Tongues fighting against one another, his big and rough hands touched your exposed waist, your top serving little coverage for the situation, his hands making the hairs on your arms bristle in a pleasurable shiver that racked through your entire body, your back arching and touching his uncovered torso again, the situation becoming more intimate as the second passed.

“I can’t stop kissing you.” He murmured into your mouth, kissed your jaw and to your neck, and when you realized, you were once again laying down on the grass with his body on top of yours. “I won’t stop. Not now, not now that I finally have you.” He breathed.

Your hands went to his neck and traveled to his hair, gripping the silky dark locks and scratching his head lightly with your nails, relishing in his groan that traveled to your throat, making you gasp slightly and close your eyes in oblivion.

Zuko’s hands traveled up into the end of your top, and slowly but with confident movements, he introduced his fingers under the clothing, his palm almost groping the side of your boob but not daring to do the full groping yet.

“Yes.” You sighed, hands still on his head, massaging him, encouraging him. Your words was all he needed to finally fit what he could of your boobs into both of his palms, the heat of his hand meeting your nipple and making your back arch, your throat releasing a delicious moan that made the Fire Lord groan and feel himself twitch inside his pants.

“Delicious.” He whispered to your ear, squeezing and pinching your boobs and nipples, his teeth sinking softly into the meat of your neck, a whimper leaving you. “Keep making those noises for me.”

“Zuko..” You whispered amidst sighs, your fingers traveling in the middle of his hair. “Please remove my top.”

He paused for a second, but the next moment his hands left your skin so it could grasp onto the fabric of your top, and he oh so slowly, as if he was afraid or hesitant of you changing your mind, started to lower down the top. As soon as it was about to reveal your nipples, he looked at you, and with an encouraging nod, he kissed what was showing of your boob, and finally completely removed the piece of cloth, immediately closing his lips into your left nipple and sucking.

The reaction was instant. The moan you released as soon as he did it made his hands grip tighter on the top and lower it completely until it reached your waist and rested together with your pants. To your surprise, instead of just stopping, his hands grabbed the hem of your pants and started to lower it down as well.

“Please.” You begged.

Zuko hummed against your nipple and as he moved onto the other, both hands started to slowly remove your pants with your underwear as well. The idea of being completely naked for a second made you nervous and a little reluctant, until a cold breeze met your wet pussy, bringing a shiver to your body that made all worries and doubts vanish.

“I am Zuko..” He whispered as he completely removed your pants, underwear and top, leaving you bare under his eyes, lifting his head to admire your form and the adorable flush of embarrassment that was travelling through your skin. “..The Fire Lord of the Fire Nation..” He continued, kissing the top of your boobs, two kisses given softly on each, travelling down and kissing your stomach. “..What I want, I have it.” His words whispered against your belly, kisses reaching the top of your pussy, as he opened your legs and reverently threw them on his shoulders. “What I want, I take it.” Zuko kissed both of your thighs, a longer kiss on the right side as he dragged his lip across your skin, never breaking contact. His eyes met yours, the flush on your cheeks darkening as you saw just how dark his eyes had become.

Both hands gripped your thighs, he lowered his chest until it touched the grass under you both.

“And I want you. Always did.” With that, his mouth connected with your clit, like an eager lover, he started to suck and lick your pussy, not wasting any juice or taste, inside his mind being considered almost like a crime to even slightly let a single drop of you go to waste.

You moaned loudly, throwing your head back in pleasure as he dragged a thick and wet lick through your folds, his eyes closing in delight at your taste and a groan surging from his throat, the vibration going to your clit and making the grip you once had on the grass, travel to his hair, being mindful to not pull hard enough since you didn’t know if he liked it or not.

Zuko pressed his face deeper into your pussy, nose right against your clit as his tongue abused your cunt, making it messy as your juices covered the lower half of his face, your thighs shaking and threatening to close, but no matter if you were strong on your legs, his thick arms never struggled on keeping them open for him to feast on you.

“Zu-.. Zuko!” The moan left your throat and you felt the familiar pleasure building up in the pit of your stomach, your hips rolling against his face as if you were riding his tongue, making the man moan and you look down, seeing his closed eyes but the frown in his forehead and creased eyebrow spoiling just how much he was enjoying this.

From your mouth it released Ah, ah’s as you gripped his hair and positioned yourself with your back no longer touching the ground, starting to grind onto his face with gusto, a permanent ‘O’ on your mouth, silent, eyes closed.

Opening his eyes, he watched as you gripped his hair as a rein to ride his face and his eyes grew possessive, his tongue leaving your cunt and his right hand replacing it, inserting one finger inside you with no hesitation on both parties. His tongue came back on abusing your clit and sucking it as his finger soon became two, pumping in and out of your pussy.

A tear fell from your eye as he curled his long fingers and they found your spot, him feeling your pussy tighten around his fingers and making him hiss, thinking of just how it would feel around his cock.

“Let me feel you.” He whispered against your clit, fingers eagerly pumping faster and faster, curling inside your cunt purposely and focusing on hitting that exact spot that made your back arch so beautifully that he no longer saw your face, only your perky tits and erect nipples. Suddenly, your hands left his hair and grasped tightly against the grass, some of it being ripped by you due the strength, and not wanting to create not even a minimal distance, with only his left arm, he pushed your cunt impossibly closer to him as his other hand doubled the efforts on speed. “Come for me.”

With a loud moan, you came.

Thighs quivering and pussy leaking, Zuko drank all your juices with a moan of his own, his fingers drenched in your juices just like his lips and even a few parts of his cheeks, his feast becoming messier by the second as he dived deep in your pussy to drink and clean all of it.

Finally releasing your clit from his lips, he gave a final suck on your folds as he admired how flushed the skin he had abused had become, but watching your cunt clench around nothing made him travel the tip of his tongue once again from your clit, to your folds, to your eager hole. Again, and once again, as if not being able to control himself.

“Zuko-” You giggled, grasping his hair and lightly removing his face from your pussy, a drunk smile on your lips meeting his own pussy drunk expression. You bit your lip and with a small push, you pushed his head to you, making him climb your body again where your face stayed inches apart from the other, and you didn’t hesitate in licking his lips, tasting yourself as he groaned at your action, and then finally kissing him again.

As your hands traveled to the hem of his pants and with no hesitation started to undo the rope around his waist, his hands were back on your boobs, squeezing them as his thumbs massaged your nipples.

“You have no idea how many nights I wondered about how you tasted.” He spoke against your lips, eyes meeting yours in a mix of lust and adoration.

Your hands paused momentarily on removing his pants, eyes dumbly staring up at him as your mouth opened in silent surprise. “You thought about me?” And asked, not being able to control how meek your voice had sounded.

Zuko sighed and placed a kiss on your cheek. “How could I not?” He answered, his left hand removing his pants all at once but having them rest at his thigh since he was crouched on the ground. “I was a fool growing up, I didn’t appreciate you or Iroh enough, even though you were always there for me. But when I saw you again with Aang after.. And how it almost made it hard to breathe to see you barely looking in my direction..”

He trailed off, and your hands cradled his face, having his eyes meet your tender ones, seeing his expression soften at seeing your eyes looking up at him with love.

“I love you,” He said your name softly. “And I will spend the rest of my life proving it to you.”

You couldn’t speak, feeling tears threatening to fall from your eyes, so you pulled his face to you and kissed him as if your life depended on it. Both tongues fighting for dominance, a fight that you willingly gave up, opening your body and mind completely to him, feeling his hands on your waist, stomach, thighs, and oh-

“I am yours..” You whispered, eyes fixated on his own, your hands going around his waist and hugging him as your legs opened and circled around him as well, pulling his body closer to yours, feeling as his cock pressed against your body and making you swallow in anticipation. “Be mine.”

“I am.” Zuko shivered at feeling your skin coming in contact with his cock, the heat from his body matching yours. “I always was.” He looked at you, and with a subtle nod from you, he grasped his cock and gave himself a few pumps, lining the tip to your cunt.

As he kissed you again, you felt his cock enter you slowly. The thickness making your toes curl and the breath being taken away from your lungs, making you gasp amidst kiss. When you hissed in discomfort at the stretch, he stopped and rewarded you with kisses on your cheek and tip of your nose, making you giggle and relax.

You blinked and the next thing you realized, your head was thrown back again to the ground, your mouth was open in a silent moan, your nails ranking over his back and no doubt leaving red stripes in his skin, all the while his balls slapped against your ass continuously as his thrusts gained speed.

Your head was on cloud nine, all you could focus was on the delicious cock fucking your pussy, so full and thick, each vein you felt pulsing inside your walls, moans echoing in the silent garden from the both of you, your pussy sucking him in like a vice, groans and whimpers mixing together with saliva.

“I’m never- never letting you go.” He spoke through gritted teeth, one of his hands maintaining his grip on your thigh with your right leg thrown over his shoulder as his other hand had a possessive hand on your stomach, himself feeling how his cock abused your insides each time he thrusted back in. “Fuck- I need you. I need you.”

He gave in to his curiosity and pressed down your stomach to feel himself better, however your eyes almost became pure white with how they rolled in pleasure, his cock twitched at the sight and at the tight feeling of your pussy squeezing him. Zuko moaned, no shame or any restraint, his thrusts became more harsh and his hand continued pressing down.

“Fuck me.” You sobbed, tears falling down your face in overstimulated pleasure pulsing through your pussy, making your brain melt as if you were thrown in the middle of a fire. Your nails sunk deeper into his back making him hiss and gasp, his body pressing on yours more as his hips smacked against yours.

The sounds were obscene. Your pussy leaked so much that in the silent garden, with the sky already dark, your pussy squelched loud and pornographic, the sound making your cheeks heat ablaze as it also caused Zuko’s cock to twitch and leak precum inside your eager pussy. No doubt the grass under you would be soaked, completely drowned in your juices.

Smack after smack as his pelvis hit against yours, his hand pressing down on you, your pussy clinging to him, his restraint became fragile. Your right hand left his back and gripped his hair, your nails now scratching his head deliciously, his thrusts stuttering for a moment and then picking up its pace.

You moaned his name, loud and needy, exactly to his ear. “Don’t stop. I’m-”

“Fuck-” He groaned as he felt your pussy squeeze him. “Come to me. Come for me.” His hips started to hit your skin so hard, his cock sheathing itself so deep that the moment both of you felt his tip touching your cervix, it was only necessary a few more thrusts and your pussy started to leak around his cock, your orgasm no intense, coming from so deep of your affections and current sensations that you squirted hard around his cock, your juices being splashed on his abdomen and thighs.

A thin line of drool was on the corner of your mouth, matching the thin lines of tears on the corner of both of your eyes as your now lover continued thrusting his drenched cock inside your overstimulated pussy. Zuko kissed your mouth, tongue exploring against yours as his hips started to lose focus the more he approached his climax, cock hard to the point it hurt, breaking the kiss again so he could look down.

What he saw was his cock going in and out of your cunt, splashing your juices to his own skin each time he bottomed out, his cock glistening and shining from how wet you made him, and a small ring of white at the base of his cock formed by his own precum together with your own.

“Inside me.” You whispered, feeling another orgasm approach and whined at the overstimulated sensation, but not daring to complain about it, loving it secretly. “Come inside me.” You whimpered and begged.

Zuko gave three more harsh slaps of his pelvis against your own, cock pulsing with need, and came deep inside you with a groan so deep and sexy that you didn’t know if your orgasm was this close, or if your second orgasm was triggered by the sound of him coming inside you only.

Besides your own surprised early orgasm, what made another needy moan leave your mouth was the fact that as Zuko’s cum filled your pussy and womb, you could feel how hot it was. Not enough to hurt, just the right amount to completely warm your insides in a way similar to when drinking hot cocoa or tea in winter, the feeling of being filled so full enough to leak, as you felt it dripping down your folds and leaking down your thighs, the hot feeling of his cum being carved in your insides and skin as well.

“Zuko..” You moaned and sighed in delight, feeling your body tire itself as well as his, his sweaty chest meeting yours, your nipples getting smushed against his, and his face buried on your neck. “I’m so full..” You whispered, hands ranking over his hair lovingly.

His hands twitched against your waist, and you felt his cock twitch again inside you in interest, making you bite your lip to prevent yourself from laughing and smirk at the same time.

“Don’t say that.” His breath came weak against the skin of your neck.

“Zuko, your cum is hot.” Your left hand started to run random drawings on his biceps.

He winced. “So-”

“I like it.” You cut him off, your nails on his head making him groan in relief and pleasure, his body relaxing. You moved your head so you could see him, and as you did, he opened his eyes to you. You smiled and placed a kiss to his scar again, the fleeting thought of how you could now do it freely passing to you, making your smile widen. “You made me full and warm, I loved it.”

Zuko’s eyes narrowed in fake reprimand, because his cock, still nestled deep inside you, with his tip kissing lovingly your cervix, twitched and released another drop of cum inside you, making your eyes grow hazy for a small second and your pussy answer his twitch with a clench of your own. “Woman.” He said.

You giggled. Your hand left his hair and placed a gentle caress on his cheek, eyes growing soft with love. “You are mine now.”

He placed a reverent kiss onto your palm, eyes mirroring the same love you once thought you would never see it directed to yourself. “As you are mine.”

The talk about engagement, council, marriage, anything could wait until later. Right now, both of you relished each other's bodies under the starry night that was evidence of two childhood friends finally becoming the lovers both earned for years.

And with a smile, you would sleep tonight, and wake up the same. For you no longer had to sleep hugging a pillow to think it was him, or to reach for the side of the bed and meet nothing.

Now, he was here.

i hope you liked it. i’m sorry if there is any mistake, english is not my first language so if there are any please feel free to let me know <3

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