Freshman year, the very year that marked the beginning of a new chapter in your life: college. Before the school year began, you matched with new roommates, Itadori Yuuji and Megumi Fushiguro, a student athlete with a major in nutrition and a forensic science major, in your university’s dorming application and moved in early to beat the crowd. The three of you get along very well, hanging out, studying together, and making the most of your semester together as fast friends and roommates. But beneath the camaraderie of roommates lies boiling sentiments towards you that they wish to voice - to go beyond just friends.
Itadori was the first to fall; a friendship already clicking the second you two met. Your friendship with him was one of unwavering loyalty and one that radiated unfettered ingenuity, where he’d be there to help, be a gentleman if needed, and was always the partner in crime when in need. Sure, his silliness bleeds into his personality, and that was Itadori, a ball of sunshine that was bottled in a youthful smile whose heart you could’ve sworn was indescribably big.
As college battered you with assignment after assignment, Itadori always takes initiative for mental health reset days, moments where you all go out on a little outing and enjoy life. While Itadori was like the sun, a radiant smile upon a handsome face, Megumi was like the moon, a quiet beauty whose presence lingered in shadow, constant and lingering. The three of you were inseparable, always mingling together - with Itadori or Megumi accompanying you on your outings, or something, all of you together, a familiar sight to your friends.
Megumi, on the other hand, keeps his sentiments to himself, but always cherishes your presence in stolen glances and small trinkets that remind him of you. He, ideally, would keep you to himself, a pang of jealousy striking his heart whenever he sees you and Itadori together. Yet his silence belied a sweetness exclusive to you only, from playing with your hair to listening to your rants, though he may seem that his mind is elsewhere.
At some point, Megumi and Itadori considered each other as rivals, vying for your attention and bickering on whose love was the most out of the two; but, love had plans for the three of you. Rather, your heart was set on both Megumi and Itadori. One way or another, Nobara is placing bets with Mai on who confesses first; Itadori keeps his feelings in his sleeve, while Megumi abides his time, quietly remembering the moments you shared with him. He falls slowly but doesn’t voice his affection up front, letting his actions speak for themselves.
Both Itadori and Megumi share a mutual understanding that they have the hots for you. They each have their preferences; Itadori with your thighs, and Megumi with your waist. Wandering eyes trail upon that particular region of your body, a profound heat traveling down to their pants; even if you were dressed in a simple t-shirt and shorts, your silhouette in such attire painted a dangerous picture for the young men.
Having the hots for their own roommate felt wrong, to the point that they would congregate in Itadori’s room just to rub one out, whispering conversations about how sexy you looked dressed in nothing but loungewear. A panty or two would go missing from your laundry, just nothing to worry about, save for two suspects whose grins were too wide to be simply ‘nothing’.
Eventually, one of the two would slip up, panties peeking out from his pocket, as they thought you weren’t home from the time - an explanation would be due if only they noticed a sweater or two had been missing from their laundry. You dare not tell each other about your fantasies; how you bask in each other’s scent, hands meandering down to your nether regions for a sliver of pleasure.
Many would say that you three were too close to be roommates, too intimate to be friends; your friends would notice a protective hand from Megumi by the small of your back, or Itadori shifting his weight onto you as he leans onto you, one of the many ways they show affection, as well as them laying claim to you. Both men never seem to keep their hands off you, and you, on the other hand, quite loved the attention.
Until one night, a cozy movie night with you, Megumi, and Itadori, did the dam break. The movie in particular was a cheesy romance movie that you chose as a palate cleanser from the horror movie marathon over the course of the month. You sat between Megumi and Itadori, snuggled up with a collection of warm blankets and enough snacks to tide you over, the perfect setup for a movie night.
Instead of untold horrors, a palpable tension lingered; Itadori’s hand lingering on your thigh while Megumi leaned onto you, their warmth casting a spell of sleepiness. Perhaps the movie did its magic as a fleeting daring had you sink into Itadori and Megumi’s embrace, hands tracing shapes on their thighs, your legs drifting onto Megumi’s lap, your back leaning against Itadori’s chest.
Greed would best describe your predicament; your eyes glued to the screen, absorbing everything in the movie while your hands meandered to theirs, fingers weaving together in a quiet embrace. The two glance at each other in tacit understanding, a line being crossed.
Itadori is the first to make a move, a light tease by your ear, while Megumi caresses your legs with gentle hands. Their attention no longer on the movie, they shift their gaze onto you, devotion and quiet inquiry. The movie no longer a focal point of the night, you, Itadori, and Megumi laid claim to each other that very night.
a/n: well, I just started my cycle, and I wrote this with a straight face idk man
All you had was music blasting from your speakers, pulsating bass, sultry instrumentals, and empowering lyrics evoking undulations on your body. The club may be the place for you to let loose, coupled with drinks and endless music all night, but you cut your losses by doing it all at home - saving both money and your sanity, as the only witness to your show was your boyfriend, Sukuna. Donning an outfit that left little imagination to your silhouette, it was a matter of time, a testament to his mettle, watching you commit to your magic.
Seated on the couch, captivated by every second of your maneuvers, Sukuna felt heat travel down to his trousers, his eyes following the sway of your hips, to your eyes, hooded with desire. He took a liking to this, the material of your outfit bellowing out to the right angles, the image of your beauty imprinting on him. His sanity thinned the closer you itched towards him, your heels clicking on beat to the song.
He watches your mouth along the song, pressing yourself against his chest, as your hips find purchase on his lap, rubbing on where his arousal lies, seeking release under his trousers. Your lips, so close yet so far, hypnotize him, a shade of delightful blood scarlet that stoked the flames of desires within him.
“You like this, [Reader]?”
He darkly hums, angling his hips to meet yours. You answer back with a smirk, doing a little shimmy of your torso as if to tease him further.
“Enjoy the show, Sukuna. It’s not common for your own girlfriend to a little show for you.”
A chuckle rumbles from his lips, the same smirk reflecting on him.
“I will then. You’re giving me quite the meal tonight, my love.”
You quite liked the look he gave you; his voice growing hoarser each passing second, the cocky demeanor of dominance slowly cracking to something feral, something dangerous.
“Tonight’s show comes with a price, Sukuna.”
You purr, guiding his large hands up your body, feeling every curve, dip and angle until his fingers reach the small of your back. Sukuna, under the mercy of your control, breathes out the question:
“What is it?”
Only you could make an arrogant man like him be pliant under your touch, or perhaps, he willingly lets you have your way for the night, knowing very well he could instantly flip you over and take you right then and there. Such a thought made him a captivating man.
“All I need is one kiss.”
“Done.”
Closing the distance, he meets you halfway, his hands already deftly shedding your clothes, baring everything for him to see. You break away with a pout, tapping onto his chest impatiently.
“But, this needs to go.”
Your boyfriend rolls his eyes,
“I’m letting you have this and you’re demanding me to strip? So impatient.”
He wraps a hand around your waist, where you find yourself on the chair, and Sukuna, with all of his presence, towers over you.
“My turn, my love.”
He pauses the music with a little click of a remote and strips off his top, a body of Herculean prowess evoking another purr from under your breath.
“Liking what you see?”
He chuckles, guiding your hand onto sculpted abs, itching slowly downwards to the tent by his pants. Sukuna’s patience truly broke, his dominance coming forth in taking you as his.
“I do.”
You take all of him with a loving smile. Another kiss seals the answer between you and your boyfriend, the night only beginning for the lust on the verge of boiling over between two lovers.
Note: suggestive! | thigh riding | adult!zuko x reader!
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Evening fell upon the Fire Nation Royal Palace, coloring the skies in fiery oranges and streaks of gold. The hour when the court, once bustling with chancellors and attendants relaying to the Fire Lord of the people’s concerns, now became a quiet sanctuary for Zuko and his elderly Uncle. Formality between dignitaries gave way to a warm, familiar intimacy between loved ones.
“Fire Lord Zuko, how long has it been since we last had tea together?”
“Two weeks, Uncle, but much has changed while you were at Ba Sing Se.”
“Oh, I’m sure the chancellor isn’t giving you a hard time? You should probably think about appointing a new one if you’re complaining this much.”
Zuko sighs before partaking of a sip of tea.
“I wish, but he is excellent at his job, of course. No one like him can get everything in order.. It’s just..”
Zuko’s gaze, his eyes a rich amber of sunrise, wanders elsewhere,
“Just?”
Iroh follows his gaze, where he notices you by the doorframe. Like the others, you were about to turn in for the night when you came across Iroh and Zuko in their evening tea times, their voices echoing from the court chambers.
“[Reader]! It’s so good to see you! Care for a cup of tea?”
You muster a friendly smile, along with a formal bow.
“Fire Lord Zuko, General Iroh. Good evening. I appreciate the offer, but I’m afraid I’ll be turning in early, General Iroh.”
You respond sweetly, noting Zuko’s gaze lingering on your person.
“I’ll leave you two to enjoy your tea.”
“Very well. Good night, [Reader]!”
Iroh raises his cup in greeting, his warm smile bidding a dismissal. Zuko, on the other hand, watches you leave, all with a distant smile on his lips.
“Now, where were we, Zuko? Is there something wrong with your marriage?”
In all of his years living, Iroh knew about the troubles of marriage, especially between young, enamored newlyweds. He was young himself, oh so many years ago. With his nephew, to whom he considered to be a son after Lu Ten’s death, he hoped to be of some help.
“Uncle, how can I explain to my life-er, my wife, that I don’t want to force her to bear children?”
Iroh almost spat out his tea. Of all the questions his nephew asked or sought his counsel on, this was by far the strangest.
“You wish to respect her as your duly wedded wife? Is the royal court pressuring you two to bear children?”
Zuko sighs. As always, his uncle’s instinct was on point.
“Yes.”
The Lord concedes, all with a blush coloring his cheeks.
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The sheets serve as a comforting nest in your abode as you burn candlelight for a book in a slip that lets the cool air kiss your skin from the summer heat. The book was just getting juicy, anticipation unraveling as you unroll the parchment for more. A story of a passionate romance and a world-shaking adventure involving them to solve the world, the many obstacles, including their own relationship, testing their bond as friends, and lovers. It didn’t matter if you stayed up the whole night reading; it was too good to stop reading.
“[Reader]?”
A voice, familiar yet slurry with drink, calls for you from the darkness. In the candlelight, you notice the silhouette of Zuko, dressed in casual attire of blood and golds, his hair tied up in a tight bun. Though you had seen Zuko in his teens traveling with the Avatar, there was always something different with his hair; this time, his hair was much longer than when he was a boy, nearly rivaling yours at length, but still, flattering him nonetheless. Your heart stirred for a moment. Some wedded wife you were, still feeling like a teenager every time you saw your husband.
“Had a good time with your Uncle, my love?”
You coo, regarding your husband with a teasing smile.
“I.. uh…”
His attention was elsewhere, focusing on the exposed skin of your shoulders, the loose garment giving way to your chest, and hiding little imagination for your curves. May the spirits help him with a man’s desire to take you right then and there.
Heat rushes up your cheeks when Zuko lapses into silence, you following his gaze to your chest.
“I.. really like this slip, plus, it’s hot..”
The words begin to fail you the longer your husband stares. You notice the way his amber eyes, the flattering shade of honey, darkened upon your figure, the very eyes you recall on the night of your wedding not too long ago. You attempt to ignore the heat rushing up your cheeks, clearing your throat,
“Are you turning in for the night, Zuko? It’s quite late.”
You wince at how formal the inquiry sounded, but he unhurriedly walks over to you, taking your hand for a gentle kiss on the back of it.
“Yes, wait for me. I don’t plan on sleeping.”
You glimpse a look of yearning from your husband, a look that mirrors the night of your wedding. It seemed that the evening tea time with Zuko had sparked something. Your understanding comes forth in the form of a smirk by your lips, a wicked desire to satiate your husband’s needs brewing within you.
“Of course, my dear husband. I’ll be waiting.”
Zuko was certainly not expecting such a response from you, his cheeks reddening profusely.
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By the time you reached the end of your novel, Zuko emerged from the bathroom, the essence of bath oils and shampoo wafting about the room. You gaze upon your husband, drinking in his silhouette carved by tiny embers flickering from the lantern by the bedside. Locks of ink tumble down powerful, broad shoulders, his frame oozing with what many could describe as a quiet charisma, or years of firebending training, speak of an unfathomable burden that only he knew, and with your marriage to him, you knew as well. Perhaps it was the novel’s influence or the honeymoon phase that never seemed to leave that made you feel heated down there.
As if anticipating him, you welcome him with open arms:
“I’m all yours for tonight, my love.”
That was enough to break his resolve and take you right then and there, yet, he approaches you gently, his hand seeking yours as he gazes upon your eyes, taking a lock of your hair to his lips, sending shivers down your spine.
“You need not be so..”
You could barely make the words when his hand wraps around your waist.
“So what, [Reader]? So gentle?”
He makes a point as he kisses your forehead, his words laced with affection that your heart swells.
“Y-yes.”
You watch him pile kisses upon your eyelids, your cheeks, your nose, and finally, your lips, where you briefly taste spiced jasmine on his. Yet, just when you wanted more, he pulls away, touching his forehead with yours.
“I want to take it slow tonight, so I can remind you how much I love you.”
He whispers against the shell of your ear, hot breath fanning over skin. You tremble, your innards flipping many times per second from the intimacy.
“As you wish, my love.”
You concede with a kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. Though, you had other plans, sitting yourself onto Zuko’s thick thigh, muscled with years of firebending and training; one once dreamed of sitting on his lap during meetings, to feel his presence under layers of cloth and tease him a little bit to the public. One could dream, but tonight, you were going to make the dream come true.
“I’ve been reading this novel and there was a scene that played it where the protagonist does this to their love interest. I was wondering if I can try it out for tonight?”
Mischief crosses your features when you peer at your husband. The devil’s smile falls upon his handsome visage, one that you take as consent, his hands upon your waist.
“Whatever makes you happy, my little turtleduck.”
“Oh, the name-calling is getting out of hand.”
You hum, bucking your hips back and forth, your thighs digging into his flesh as you rub your clothed organ against him. Rubbing yourself against him felt different from the real deal; a warm, prickling sensation crawling down your stomach the more you kept going.
Pleasure came close, your breath running ragged, you let out a whimper,
“Zuko..”
“You’re doing so good for me, my love..”
Your husband purrs, his lips tracing up your neck, his touch amplifying your pleasure as you crook your neck upward for access.
“I can make love to you all night, my everything, my flame..”
Zuko whispers hotly, leaving wet kisses down your clavicle, your breasts, and your navel. His words, though corny, cast a spell upon you, your back arching as a groan slips between your lips.
“Zuko..”
Your eyes meet for a moment, gazing upon the eyes of the sunrise. In tacit understanding, you share a kiss, Zuko laying you down upon silk sheets until you break away, a string of saliva connecting your lips. The respite allows him to rest his forehead against yours.
“Shall we?”
A simple question, yet one that allowed him to ask you, a respectful inquiry that you could answer within your terms.
“Of course. If you say that you’ll make love to me all night, will this mean we’ll be in for a long night?”
You answer with a challenge, wrapping your legs around his waist. Zuko doesn’t hesitate to reply, his answer unhidden by his smile, placing a kiss upon your lips.
“Your wish is my command, beloved Fire Lady.”
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Extra
The Royal Palace ran abuzz with news, servants whispering excitedly amongst themselves with the latest gossip about the Fire Lord. Officials, including the Chamberlain, had noticed something had changed about their liege but couldn’t put a finger on it.
It was as if he had become more courteous, more approachable when discussing affairs about the nation. At times, they’d catch a smile dance upon Zuko’s lips, perhaps uncharacteristic of his usual demeanor in front of such dignitaries - yet, they kept to themselves, stipulations bubbling from within.
Eventually, the court and the public’s curiosity came to a boil when news of the Fire Lady’s condition spread amongst the servants. It was said that her courses stopped, an indication of an upcoming heir.
Iroh, who had been listening to the milling gossip on the side, smiles sagely, partaking of a sip of tea.
