!pussy eater firelord zuko
"Zuko—mm fuck!—" you gasp, your fingers threading through his hair as he buries his face between your thighs without hesitation. His tongue circles your clit in slow, deliberate strokes while his lips seal around it, sucking gently before diving deeper. He's completely lost in you, eyes closed in concentration as his tongue traces every fold, mapping you out like he's committing you to memory, his groans vibrating against your sensitive flesh.
"Missed this," he groans against you, the vibration making your thighs shake. "Missed tasting you."
It's only been two days since he last had his mouth on you, but the way he's devouring you now—desperate, hungry, like he's been starving—you'd think it's been months. His hands grip your thighs, spreading you wider, and you can feel the heat radiating from his palms. Not firebending heat, just him, always running hot, always burning for you.
"Zuko, oh my god—" Your head falls back as his tongue flattens against your clit, licking in broad, deliberate strokes that make your toes curl. He's taking his time now, savoring every inch of you, and the obscene wet sounds filling the room make your face burn.
He pulls back just enough to look up at you, his chin already glistening with your arousal, golden eyes dark with lust. "Look at me," he commands, voice rough. "Want you to watch while I make you cum on my tongue."
You force your eyes open, meeting his gaze, and the sight alone nearly undoes you—the Firelord himself, the most powerful man in the Fire Nation, on his knees for you, looking at you like you're the only thing that matters in the world.
"That's it," he murmurs, maintaining eye contact as he drags his tongue through your folds again, slower this time, deliberate. "So fucking wet for me already."
"Always," you breathe, and it's true. He knows exactly what he does to you, how just the thought of him between your legs gets you soaked.
He hums in satisfaction, the sound rumbling through you, and then he's diving back in with renewed fervor. His tongue circles your clit in tight, precise movements that have you gasping, your fingers tangling in his hair. You tug, probably harder than you mean to, but he just groans and presses closer, like he wants to suffocate in your pussy.
"Fuck, you taste so good," he mutters, words muffled against you. "Could do this for hours. Just stay right here, tasting you, feeling you drip on my tongue."
"Zuko, please—" You're not even sure what you're begging for. More? Less? You just know you need something, the tension coiling tighter in your belly with every stroke of his tongue.
He knows your body better than anyone, knows exactly how to read every gasp and shiver. His hands slide up your thighs, thumbs spreading you open wider, and then his tongue is pushing inside you again, fucking you in deep, messy thrusts that make you cry out.
"Yes, fuck, just like that—" Your hips roll against his face, seeking more friction, more pressure, and he lets you use him, groaning encouragement against your slick flesh.
One of his hands moves, thumb finding your clit and rubbing in firm circles while his tongue continues to work inside you. The dual sensation is overwhelming, pleasure sparking through every nerve ending, and you can feel yourself getting wetter, dripping down his chin.
"So perfect," he breathes, pulling back to watch his thumb work your clit, watching how your pussy clenches around nothing. "Love watching you like this. Love feeling how desperate you get for my mouth."
"Don't stop," you whimper, and you hate how needy you sound, but you're too far gone to care. "Please don't stop."
"Never," he promises, and then his mouth is back on you, tongue and lips working in tandem with his thumb. He's relentless, focused entirely on your pleasure, and you can feel the orgasm building, that familiar heat pooling low in your belly.
His other hand grips your thigh, holding you steady as you start to shake, and he adjusts the angle, tongue hitting that perfect spot inside you that makes you see stars.
"Zuko, I'm—fuck, I'm so close—"
He doubles his efforts, tongue moving faster, thumb pressing harder against your clit, and the wet, obscene sounds of him eating you out fill the room. You're so wet you can feel it dripping down your thighs, coating his face, and he's moaning like he's the one being pleasured.
"Cum for me," he growls against you. "Want to feel you cum on my tongue. Want to taste it."
His words push you over the edge. Your orgasm crashes through you, white-hot pleasure radiating from your core, and you cry out his name as your thighs clamp around his head. He doesn't let up, tongue still working you through it, drawing out every wave of pleasure until you're trembling and oversensitive.
"Too much," you gasp, trying to pull away, but his grip on your thighs tightens.
"One more," he says, voice rough with desire. "Give me one more."
"You can." He looks up at you, eyes blazing with determination and lust. "You will."
Before you can protest, his mouth is on you again, tongue lapping at your oversensitive clit in soft, teasing strokes. It's too much and not enough all at once, pleasure bordering on pain, and you're not sure if you want to push him away or pull him closer.
He's gentler now, more deliberate, building you back up slowly. His tongue traces patterns against your clit—circles, figure-eights, long slow licks that make your breath catch. Your hands are still in his hair, and you can feel the slight dampness of sweat at his temples, evidence of how hard he's working to please you.
"That's it," he murmurs, feeling you start to relax into it, your hips rolling against his mouth again. "Just let me take care of you."
His tongue dips lower, gathering the wetness that's still leaking from you, and he groans at the taste. "So fucking sweet," he mutters. "Could live off this pussy."
The filthy words combined with the sensation of his tongue pushing back inside you makes you moan, head falling back against the headboard. He fucks you with his tongue, slow and deep, while his nose grinds against your clit with every thrust.
"Zuko, oh fuck—" Your thighs are shaking again, that familiar tension building faster this time. You're so sensitive, every touch amplified, and it's almost overwhelming.
He can tell you're close again, can feel it in the way your walls flutter around his tongue, the way your breathing gets shallow and quick. His hands slide up to grip your hips, holding you in place as he increases his pace, tongue fucking into you harder, faster.
"Yes, yes, fuck—" You're babbling now, words tumbling out without thought. "Don't stop, please don't stop, I'm gonna—"
He pulls his tongue out, replacing it with two fingers that slide in easily, and his mouth latches onto your clit, sucking hard. The combination is devastating. His fingers curl inside you, finding that spot that makes you see stars, and he sucks your clit in rhythm with the thrust of his fingers.
"Cum," he commands against you, and you do.
This orgasm is different—deeper, more intense, rolling through you in waves that seem endless. You're vaguely aware that you're screaming his name, that your nails are digging into his scalp, but all you can focus on is the pleasure consuming you, burning through every nerve.
Zuko works you through it, fingers gentling, mouth softening, until you're boneless and trembling above him. When he finally pulls away, his face is a mess—lips swollen and red, chin and cheeks glistening with your arousal, eyes dark and satisfied.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs. "You're so fucking beautiful when you cum."
You can't form words yet, still trying to remember how to breathe, so you just tug him up toward you. He comes willingly, settling between your legs, and you can taste yourself when you kiss him—tangy and sweet and utterly obscene.
"Love you," you whisper against his lips, and you feel him smile.
"Love you too," he says, pulling back to look at you with such tenderness it makes your chest ache. "Now, how about we see how many more times I can make you cum before dinner?"
Your laugh turns into a moan as his hand slides between your legs again, and you realize he's absolutely serious.
It's going to be a long night.
And you wouldn't have it any other way.
