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[mila-uchiha]

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18+ hi my name is mila and i write for naturo, jjba and avatar tla (however currently obsessed with atla and zuko specifically) :) welcome to the community and enjoy ♡ requests are open

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recent posts: ✰ NSFW alphabet, zuko *NSFW ✰ the things we keep, book 2: part 2, zuko x reader *NSFW ✰ the things we keep, book 2: part 1, zuko x reader *NSFW ✰ the things we keep, book 1: part 2, zuko x reader *NSFW

[mila-uchiha]

NSFW Alphabet ☾ Zuko NSFW Headcannons

⚘ zuko x fem!reader . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

a/n: hey folks! currently writing my muti chapter fic/series about zuko which you can find on my page, but for right now i wanted to take a break and do headcannons! and i love nsfw alphabets!! don't think they've been done for zuko yet either :)) for context this is set post-canon, fire lord!zuko era where he'd be early 20s. if you like my writing go check out the series im doing w zuko:)

warnings: NSFW (minors dni!!), swearing, oral m and f receiving and giving, etc lots of sexual themes

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) zuko is so hyper attentive afterwards. if it was a particularly rough session he'll check up on you, "are you okay, y/n? was that too rough?" and he loves passionate make out sessions after. if you ever catch on to his gentleness and poke fun at him for it, "sofite," you'd say, he'd look at you all grumpy and pretend to be annoyed, rushing to the shower. he gets embarrassed but he can't help being soft. not when it comes to you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) zuko likes his back the most, purely because of what you do to it. he loves when you drag your nails down it ,claw at him during sex and simply hold onto him. your marks make him feel claimed and he likes that more than he’ll ever admit. as for you, he loves every part of you but has a soft spot for your hair during sex. his favorite thing is grabbing your hair no matter what kind of sex you're having. if its rough, he'll use your hair to pull you around, making your arch your back in doggy. if it's a bit more gentle, he'll always run his hand through your hair no matter the position. he just loves having his hands on you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) zuko's not the biggest fan of cumming over your body as much. he likes it and he's done it before but what he really likes is letting his seed sit inside you, whether thats you swallowing it after giving him head or finishing inside your pussy. "good girl, you better swallow it all when i release," he'd say during head. or "fuck, i can't wait for my cum to sit inside your pussy when i'm done with you," during sex.

D= Dirty talk (how he speaks to you during sex & what he likes to hear from you) firstly, he loves to pull the 'fire lord zuko' card on you. his cock always twitches when he hears the words 'my lord' leave your mouth. that's when he's feeling really dirty. as for what he likes to say, you'd never expect it but he's pretty vocal during sex. outside of sex he might seem like a shy, grumpy fire lord, but at times certain things will leave his mouth during sex that have you replaying the moment in your head over and over again afterwards. "god, your cunt is beautiful." "your pussy's opening up to my cock so well." when you two first started having sex, these kinds of words never left his mouth. he was too shy. but over time they would slip out bit by bit, leaving your cheeks red each time.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) zuko isn't the most experienced in terms of body count, but you'd never be able to guess that. with his hard teenage years and then thrown straight into being fire lord, he's only had a chance to sleep with a few girls. no more than 5 i would say. still, he's learnt everything your body likes, paying close attention to how certain things make you shake. it goes without saying that the first time you and zuko had sex, he made you cum easily, and you were even skeptical about it. surely he would've had a huge body count? but you were wrong.

F = Favorite position zuko loves when you ride him. he sees it as you 'pleasing your fire lord'. he'll sit back and watch as you struggle to take all of him. he loves it. otherwise, he is a sucker for missionary. when it gets all intimate, he needs to watch your facial expressions as he enters you. your face alone could make him cum, just by the way your eyebrows crease and your mouth opens when you're about to orgasm.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) zuko in general is not the most humorous guy, so that definitely does not come out during sex. in the build up towards it, he does love when you two go back and forth with teasing, but during actual sex, he's really sensual and dirty, marking you every where and telling you things that make your heart flutter and clit throb.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) zuko doesn't love to be fully bare nor does he love letting it fully grow out. he keeps it trimmed in a way that nicely extends from his snail trail. sometimes it'll be grown out a bit more if he's been more busy with his duties recently, but he'll always get it back to being trimmed. he tries not to overthink it. and yes, the carpet does match the drapes, both black.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) most of the time when you and zuko have sex it's rough. he's always stressed with work and loves using you as a release. the thing with you and zuko's sex however is that rough doesn't necessarily mean degrading. zuko somehow finds a way to make your sex rough yet incredibly sensual, leaving you feeling dirty in the moment, while your heart is simultaneously beating out of your chest.

occasionally, you'll walk into your shared room and see it lit up entirely with candles, making it the most romantic setting. then he'll make love to you. but this is only when he's really wanting to tap into his romantic side that he sometimes tries to hide.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) zuko hates masturbating alone. he'd always say, "why would i wrap my hand around it when it could be your lips instead?" sometimes though, you two are separated when he goes on political trips and it's in those moments that he might daydream about you during a meeting. that'll be when he has to excuse himself to go the bathroom and free his throbbing cock to touch himself while he continues his sexual train of thought about you. he'll go back to the meeting afterwards as if nothing happened.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) zuko loves posession/marking you during sex. neck kisses, hickeys on your collarbone, holding your hips tightly, gripping your jaw when he kisses you. he doesn’t want to own you, necessarily. he wants to be chosen. marking you shows that you wanted him. and he's a sucker for being chosen. he also would never admit it but he loves when you beg. "please, zuko. more" "i need you". it hits something deep in him and he loses control when you start with those words.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) you and zuko both love having sex in a bath. the warmth, the steam, and he loves your legs around him in water. also he looks devastatingly good with wet hair. aside from this he loves doing every thing in your shared bedroom, in total privacy. zuko is a private person, borderline repressed in some ways, and while he doesn't mind you leaving the room with a hickey or two, he can never fully be himself during sex unless he's sure no one is around. even when he's rough and talking dirty to you, it's intimate to him that you get to see him like that.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) when you're both in the palace, doing day to day things and passing by each other, zuko loves eye contact. if you are both eating dinner around a large group of people, the small glimpses you both steal make his cock hard. he loves trying to get you to hold the eye contact so that he can look your body up and down. and he makes sure you see him doing that.

also, if we're getting really deep here, he would never admit this, but he loves when you touch him like the scar doesn't matter. when you touch it intimately, gently, it becomes overwhelming in a way that turns him on sexually.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) zuko wouldn't do anything to desecrate you, humiliate you or anything non consensual. also no sharing whatsoever. he is totally monogamous and would get incredibly possessive if someone ever tried to make a move on you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) zuko like to be selfish sometimes and prefers receiving. he just needs to see your lips wrapped around it. "cmon, love suck it for me", "such pretty lips around my cock". he still loves to give you head of course, because he loves doing anything that makes you shake. he's mastered the art of using his tongue and fingers simultaneously.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) zuko likes it fast but not necessarily always in a rough way. more in an animalistic way. like he can't get enough of you and his body is simply reacting to the way you feel. he'll always start off slow, feeling everything and savoring your reactions. a lot of the time it ends fast, breathless and needy. like he's hungry for you and your body.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) zuko doesn't prefer quickies. he loves to savor every part of sex with you. sometimes, however, quickies are the only thing you guys have time for and usually he's rougher and more impatient during them. but if it were up to him you two would be fucking for hours each time.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) zuko doesn't mind experimenting, just not all the time. he's fine experimenting with a finger up your ass, tying you up, but most of the time he knows what he likes and he loves to execute it that way. as for risk, his biggest risk is emotional. letting you see him desperate, possessive and needy. it terrifies him some times but also thrills him. that's why sex with him is never boring.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) zuko's stamina is mind blowing. he's been training since he could walk and luckily for you, that translates into the bedroom. regularly, he can't last the longest on the first round, but that's just because he is so sexually attracted to you. he'll usually fuck you, cum, and then in around 5-10 minutes a simple kiss has him hard again and ready to go for another round. on average he loves at least 2 rounds.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) zuko tells you that he rather not use toys, but the real truth is he hates them. he loves knowing that whatever a toy could make you feel, he could too. better. he has a huge ego and when you asked for a vibrator once, he was confused. "love, why would you need that?" "lie down let me show you what i can do to you." "when you're fucking shaking don't mention a vibrator again."

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) he loves teasing leading up to sex, setting the atmosphere between you two right before you know he's gonna ruin you. during sex he likes holding back at times because he loves seeing you beg for it. "use your words." "i want to hear you say it properly." he hates when you try to tease him, though. if you're being too slow with sucking his dick or anything like that, he'll throw you on the bed so he can fuck you just to feel good and get some kind of release. he's very impatient.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) he's very vocal in terms of sounds from pleasure. always groaning, even whimpering when he's about to cum. and when he makes those noises in your ear especially.. it's enough to make you cum from the sound. it's the best thing when you remember you're the only one that gets to hear him groan from pleasure. apart from that, he loves talking during sex because he loves letting loose with you, and for him, that includes dirty talking all the time.

W = Wild card (random) eye contact is zuko's biggest weapon because he knows what it does to you. he knows that because he feels it too. if you squirm or look away sometimes hell grab you jaw and pull your head to face him. "look at me," he'd say roughly. even when its rough, or more animalistic, once he's in a position where he can meet your eyes, he finds a way to do it, no matter how impractical it is. he loves your facial expressions but mostly because it's incredibly intimate and while it's hard for him to admit, he loves when sex is deep and personal while still dirty.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) zuko is honestly better built than he thinks he is. he grew up training, sparring, being pushed to physical limits, not admiring himself in the mirror. so he has no clue how attractive he actually is. he has lean, solid muscle with sharp lines and everything is defined. for his dick, it's on the longer side. not too thick but curved upwards slightly when he's hard. very veiny.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) zuko's sex drive is high, but repressed at times. he thinks about your body way more than he would want to admit. he's obsessed with touch, which doesn't always have to mean sexual, but most of the time it turns that way. when he's stressed from his fire lord duties, his libido increases even more. there'll be times where you go to sleep befor him and he'll wake you up in the middle of the night. "y/n, are you awake?" "my cock is so hard right now and i need you."

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) he tries to stay awake after. he really does. he's always tired but he wants to keep holding you and being in your company after. if the sex was intense emotionally, he gets clingy and quiet afterwards. he’ll lie there, tracing your skin, whispering things he’d never say in daylight.

[mila-uchiha]

The Things We Keep ⁺◦ Book 2: Water, Part 2 ⁺◦ Zuko x fem!reader

a/n: hi guys! thanks for waiting patiently while i wrote this part. ok so... i know i said this would be the final part but um. it's not. hope that's ok w you guys LOL i just can't get enough of this story i've created here. there is sooo much angst here and soo much in the overall story i hope you guys don't mind bc i'm eating this shit up LOL. the characters in here got a lot of trauma ok!! lol anyways enjoy this is my best one yet xx

warnings: NSFW (minors do not interact!!), swearing, rough sex, lots of sexual themes, slight degradation etc etc u get the jist

word count: 11.3k... my longest one yet

You didn't want to do it.

You didn't want to use this trip as an excuse to wander back into the past trauma surrounding your parents' death.

Yet every day you searched for something that could prove who gave the order that led to your parents' demise.

Three days after that explosive night with Zuko, you tried to focus on the reason you were in the Fire Nation: the Cultural Restoration Initiative. And the secondary, but growing, reason: to find out anything more you could about your parents. But both were proving difficult after that mess with Zuko.

It was like your entire past was suddenly thrown back in your face, your desire for Zuko resurfacing and your itch to research into your parents growing after fading gradually in your time in the Northern Water Tribe.

It wasn't exactly like your desire for Zuko ever disappeared. It just hurt less after you left him years ago. But that night with Zuko was disastrous.

You went through the most turbulent whirlwind of emotions, changing faces one after the next as your hurt and happiness circled each other. The pain was hard and real. It had reopened a wound that you never thought you'd see bleed again. But aside from the pain, was the yearning that you felt for Zuko after kissing him. The feeling of his lips years later plagued you.

His more mature lips, soft and cautious, kissing you while your hand danced, gripping his hair. Your heart grew after he kissed you.

And shrank into nothing after he said he felt nothing.

You hadn't cried that hard that night since you were on Zuko's ship and the memories of your parents constantly occupied your mind. You cried the entire night.

Distraction was definitely the course of action afterwards. It had only been three days since then and despite seeing Zuko a few times, each time was from afar and no eye contact was made. You were both definitely avoiding each other, but at least you didn't have to face that night.

"This thing between us is strictly professional now." "I won't be afraid to expel you from the Fire Nation". His words played in your mind whenever you thought you missed his lips. In a split second that yearning would be over. Or at least buried for the moment.

In the aftermath, you tried to speak to Iroh, knowing he would give the best advice possible in the disaster that was three days ago. Unfortunately for you, he was out on a political trip to the Northern Water Tribe. How convenient.

The time spent after that night was lonely and full of work. Long nights with little sleep and early mornings with headaches of the day to come. It was almost a bit boring.

It wasn't until the first meeting that you'd have with a group of scholars did you realize the 'excitement' would pick up.

You strolled into the archives ready to present your findings, but your core still felt empty. You missed Zuko and he was all you could think about but today, the main task to get through was this meeting. You were to present your preliminary findings for the Cultural Restoration Initiative to a small group of scholars in order to continue further with your tasks. You had a week and a half left but so much to do still if you were to continue searching for anything relating to your parents.

As your hand pushed the door open inside the archives, revealing a small conference room, your eyes flashed up to see the last thing you expected: Zuko.

There he was sat in between the 8 scholars that worked at the Fire Nation archives, in full Fire Lord regalia, which he was usually dressed in during the day. The problem was, he wasn't even looking at you. You froze, panic rising in your chest before soothing itself. He probably had to be here. It was most likely part of his duties, housing an emissary and all.

As you allowed yourself to move, all eyes on you now, still excluding Zuko's, you walked towards the empty seat which directly faced Zuko across the circular table. You watched as he wrote in some documents. You needed him to look up. You needed to read his face.

His eyes finally rose as he stopped writing and the two of you made eye contact. His face was composed and bored. The same as when you first saw him in his throne room. Well, after the initial shock. This time however, there was no shock. Did he not care at all anymore or did he simply know in advance that you were coming so he could prepare?

Upon making eye contact you knew that despite all of the mess three days ago, he was still the Fire Lord. And you were still an emissary.

You bowed, showing your necessary respect as you spoke,

"Fire Lord Zuko."

You rose after finishing and embarrassment filled your core. You wished you didn't have to do that. You wished you could just hate him for what he was. For Zuko. But he was the Fire Lord, and if you didn't bow in front of him, you knew it would be taken as disrespect.

"Ambassador y/n, thank you for joining us," one of the scholars who you had come to know as Raza spoke, ushering you to be seated.

When you were finally at eye level with Zuko, you watched him while Raza spoke, explaining to the other scholars what the purpose of the meeting was. Zuko's eyes remained focused on Raza for what felt like ages before slowly wandering around the room. Before finding themselves on you.

You now watched each other, his face remaining calm. You couldn't imagine how he managed to keep that facial expression. The Zuko you knew had trouble hiding his emotions in the moment. Then again, you went years on his ship without knowing he was attracted to you, so maybe he was harder to read than you thought.

You stared back at him, struggling to hide what you were feeling. The subtle expression plastered on your face was a mix of sadness, embarrassment and disgust. But still, it was subtle. Your eyes faintly squinted at him as you both continued to watch each other, a plethora of swear words going off in your mind as you stared at him, when suddenly, he broke the eye contact.

His eyes dropped down to your lips and stayed there for about one whole second before flicking back up to meet your eyes. That second however, felt like hours and it was obvious to you that he looked down. That he looked at your lips.

Your brows began to furrow in confusion, trying to display a 'What was that for?' look on your face before Raza suddenly stopped speaking and called your name.

You snapped out of it rapidly, turning to Raza before realizing she called you to begin your presentation on your findings as she sat down.

You then sat up and for the next hour spoke about your findings from the past four days. You avoided eye contact with Zuko the entire time despite knowing his eyes were burning into you as you spoke. When your presentation was done, there was a vote from everyone in the room about whether they were happy with those artifacts being returned, and with a unanimous 'yes', you were able to continue with the Cultural Restoration Initiative in the Fire Nation.

As the meeting concluded, your back was faced to the table as you sorted through documents given to you during your presentation, filing them into different folders on a desk to put them into your bag. You hadn't made proper eye contact with Zuko since he used it as an opportunity to look down at your lips (whatever the hell that was???) and you couldn't bear to be in the same room any longer. It was getting to you.

Thankfully, you could hear everyone pack up, shuffling out of the conference room into the grand centre of the archives. You knew Zuko was probably the first to leave given the duties he had to attend to and you didn't give yourself the chance to look back and see if he was still there.

As you continued sorting through documents, you were convinced the room was empty before a voice broke through the silence. Zuko's voice.

"Insightful presentation today, Emissary."

You turned, startled by his voice. He was leaning against the table, arms folded, looking way too composed. Was he trying to get under your skin? Despite this, seeing him dressed in his full Fire Lord regalia intimidated you. And he knew it.

He spoke again. "I trust you've been sleeping well in the palace?"

You gripped the folders in your hands tightly. He was mockingly being professional. Or was he actually checking up on you? You couldn't decide so instead you stared at him, anger growing on your face before dragging out your answer,

"Yep. Sooo great." That was all you could say. Sarcastically. Otherwise you'd explode. You'd been carrying the weight of that night on your shoulders the past three days and now wasn't the time to let it out. Zuko, however, clearly hated your response, and it seemed like it angered him, so he spoke again.

"Just checking. I didn’t realize diplomacy involved storming out of rooms and crying in studies."

Asshole. Professional my ass. Was he really back to mocking you again? About that night specifically too? He couldn't go one encounter with you without acting like a child.

Your eyes darted up to his, anger creeping up on your face. He was testing you. You could see it in his smug face. You knew you couldn't reply rudely. There were so many things you could've said in response but you just couldn't. So instead, you mocked him with a fake apology.

"Sorry Zuko, it won't happen again." You bowed sarcastically.

“Fire Lord Zuko,” he corrected, his jaw tightening.

You scoffed quietly, setting your folders down. Unbelievable. You were near your breaking point. “Right. Forgot you have to hide behind titles now,” you muttered under your breath.

His eyes snapped up at that, the calm melting away in an instant. He stared at you, slight hurt on his face as he thought of his next response. Finally, he spoke.

"Have you forgotten what my last words were to you before today?" He sounded like he was in disbelief.

"How could I forget." You replied. It was more of a statement than a question.

"Great. So maybe you should watch how you speak to me."

You scoffed. "You approached me. I was happy not speaking to you at all for my remaining time here."

He sighed. "I approached you because I was checking up on you."

You grabbed the folders on the desk and turned back to face him. Tears were filling your eyes at this point and you did not want him to see any of them fall.

"Well your version of kindness is pretty fucking warped, Fire Lord Zuko."

With that, you strode past him right as a tear fell down, unsure of whether he saw or not. You walked straight ahead and out of the conference room, speed walking to your assigned bedroom so that you could finally let the rest of the tears fall.

And they fell.

The rest of that day was spent in your room in the palace. You were wallowing in the sadness, and the overwhelming feeling of not belonging in your own home country was too much to bear. You had suffered so much in your youth and when it finally started to get better in the Norther Water Tribe, you were sent here to practically face everything negative that happened to you all over again. Plus the addition of the asshole that Zuko became.

Waking the next day wasn't easy and you tried so hard to push through with your work so that you could just complete your task and get out of the Fire Nation. But it was too difficult. Halfway through the day you couldn't handle it anymore and you locked yourself in the same bedroom for the evening. You were barely eating and any servants that came in to check up on you were immediately sent out. You needed to be alone.

There was one servant in particular who you took a liking to and so once you made your decision you had decided to speak to them while standing in the hallway of your room.

The decision being that you were going to leave the next day.

You couldn't handle it anymore and running away wouldn't be the best thing for the Cultural Restoration Initiative, but at this moment that was the last thing on your mind.

Upon chatting to the servant, requesting manners of travel and any last minute work related matters to be resolved in the morning, you knew it was the right thing for you. It was suffocating in the Fire Nation. And Zuko was a dick.

He had mocked you for how you cried in his study after he hurt you. After he said he felt nothing for you after kissing you. You didn't even bother to contemplate whether he was lying about that or not. He was the Fire Lord now and clearly a different man. You didn't even want to know what he would think about you leaving. He probably wouldn't even care.

Evening came with you eating alone in your room and packing to leave the next day. Time passed into the later hours of the night, and the hours leading up to midnight consisted of you pacing, sobbing and wanting to rip your hair out for ever agreeing to come on this work trip. It should've been someone else.

Right before midnight hit, a knock came from your door, interrupting you as you lay in bed reading. To you, it seemed like only a servant would be knocking this late.

You sighed and spoke, hoping the servant on the other side could hear you as you projected your voice. "Shei, I told you that I am fine!" But right as you finished your sentence, the door creaked open and the person that stood in the doorway was the last person you were expecting. Zuko.

"Zuko?! What are you doing here? It's nearly midnight!" You sat up and whispered gently upon seeing him in the door frame, hoping that no one would hear you. That no one would know that the Fire Lord was paying you a visit at this time of the night.

He stepped in and closed the door behind him. Standing a distance away from you still, he sighed and looked up to you.

"I've been told that you're leaving tomorrow?" His voice was composed and quiet. Your brows furrowed.

"Yeah? So?" You paused. "What about that means a late night visit from the Fire Lord?" He looked to the ground.

"I would've come earlier but I had a long day and just found out and-" He paused and ran his hand over the top of his head, his hair in his regal top knot. His eyes shot up to meet yours now and his tone of voice and speed changed. He was no longer composed.

"Y/n you can't leave. Don't do it. If you finish the trip early the Northern Water Tribe will know something is up. The entire alliance I have with them could falter and-"

You interrupted him. "Are you serious?" You scoffed. "That's what you're fucking worried about?" He began walking towards you now and stood at the end of your bed while you remained sat up underneath the covers. You had forgotten that you were in your pyjamas which consisted of a totally see through satin and lace top with matching shorts to compliment, and upon remembering as he stepped closer, you grabbed the covers trying to cover your chest. Zuko didn't even seem to notice as he continued speaking.

"Of course that's what I'm worried about! I'm the Fire Lord y/n, this is the most important thing right now!"

You stared at him, dim candle light flickering in the room as you both were frozen, tension taking over the atmosphere. You were pondering your next reply when you let the boldness take over.

"More important than me?"

You held eye contact, not letting it break at all as you waited for his reply. His brows dipped and you saw his mouth slightly frown. He looked sad. But it was his next reply that took you aback.

"Please don't leave. Not again." Not again. His voice was more gentle now and you could see that he was being vulnerable. There was subtle pleading in that 'please' and you could see it in his face. He was upset.

"Not again?" you repeated sharply. "Zuko, you are the one who is pushing me away right now."

His jaw tightened. "I know."

"No, you don’t." You shoved the blankets aside and got out of bed, shaking with anger. "You made me feel like I meant nothing. And now suddenly I matter because the Northern Water Tribe might get upset?" You paced around the room as Zuko watched you, his face white. You continued, "I don't get it, you're such an asshole to me now." You turned to face him now, feet away from where he was standing. "I fucking miss you, you prick. And look at the treatment I get. I swear to god if I have to say one more Fire Lord Zuko, I-" You stopped talking as soon as you noticed his face. It was white. But that wasn't the problem. It was where his eyes were pointed down to. Your chest.

You followed his line of sight as your head tipped down to your breasts remembering the see through top that you had on. Instantly your hands shot up to cover your partially visible nipples as Zuko's head snapped up, like he was caught in the act as his face instantly flushed.

"I’m not- I didn’t mean to-" he stammered, looking away so hard it was almost painful. "I shouldn’t have come in here like this."

"Yeah," you snapped, arms still crossed over your chest. "No shit."

He swallowed so hard you saw the muscles in his throat work.

"I was only looking because-" He shut his eyes. "Spirits, I just- You just said you missed me."

You froze and your breath hitched in your throat. "I… what?"

Zuko’s shoulders tensed. He kept his eyes on the floor, jaw tight, voice lower now. Almost quiet in a way you hadn’t heard since you were teenagers.

"You said you missed me," he repeated, almost whispering. Finally he looked back up to you, keeping his eye level above your chest.

Anxiety. You were filled with anxiety and you didn't want to be vulnerable. Not right now. Not when you were so hurt. So you spoke boldly, "And that made you look at my tits?" You toyed with him.

He spoke sarcastically. "Jesus Christ, y/n, don't be inappropriate." You both looked at each other. And instantly started laughing at the same time. A warm gentle laugh from each of you. The kind of laugh you hadn't shared in years. It warmed you up and suddenly you felt more relaxed.

You walked over to the bed, climbing back in and covering yourself with the blanket while you sat up when Zuko broke the silence.

"We really need to talk." You pulled the blankets a little higher, not because you were shy, but because the way Zuko was purposefully not staring at your chest was starting to feel… intimate. Like he was trying too hard to be respectful. Like he cared too much.

"Okay fine. Asshole. Come sit." You were being playful. He wasn't scolding you for your behavior. What did you have to lose at this point?

He strolled over to the bed and before sitting down you interrupted him. "Wait." He froze at your word. "I can't talk to you when you're dressed like that. Like the Fire Lord." For a moment, you thought he would argue. That he’d insist it didn’t matter. That he was still the same person underneath. Instead, he narrowed his eyes down at you and scoffed.

"So you want me to strip." He looked straight at you when he spoke.

You laughed, pretending to be annoyed. "I want you to take off the Fire Lord stuff. Not your clothes. Calm down."

Zuko tilted his head, pretending to consider your words. "Well, unfortunately for you… most of the Fire Lord stuff is my clothes."

"Yeah well, Zuko I'm literally in my pyjamas right now."

"I noticed." Heat rose to your cheeks as he spoke and your heart fluttered. Seconds passed by and while he may have been waiting for a response, you shrugged and looked at his Fire Lord regalia.

Finally, he sighed dramatically and began taking it off. First was the outer mantle, heavy red fabric lined with gold. He unfastened it at his shoulder, letting it slide off with a quiet thud onto a nearby chair. His pauldrons followed, loosened and set aside. Then the structured outer robe, the one that made him look twice as imposing as he really was. Finally it was the crown, as he lifted the piece of gold out of his hair and onto your bedside table. You watched as he carefully took things off, confused at the intimate atmosphere in the room.

You weren't angry at him at all right now. You shared one laugh and suddenly it was like back to normal. If anything, the teasing was turning you on and knowing that you were leaving tomorrow made you even bolder by the minute.

Piece by piece, Zuko dismantled the image of the Fire Lord. Until it was just him. Just Zuko.

He stood at the side of the bed, barefoot with just red pants and a thin black top on, looking painfully more like himself. The way you remembered him. Almost.

"Better?" he asked quietly. Your throat tightened and you nodded.

Zuko exhaled a shaky breath and moved toward the foot of your bed, still cautious, still waiting for your reaction. "Can I sit?" he asked.

"Only if you promise not to pull the 'Fire Lord' card for the rest of this conversation."

"I’m not wearing the outfit," he said with a small, almost embarrassed smile. "I don’t think I can."

You scoffed, but it wasn’t unkind. It was playful. "You’d still find a way."

He sat down slowly at the edge of the bed. As the mattress dipped, so did your heart. He was close enough to your crossed legs, that your knee now pressed against the side of his hip through the blanket, and the feeling of that was enough to send sparks to the spot where you both touched. Even if it was just through the covers.

You looked up at him as his head turned to face you, but your brows furrowed as your eyes drifted up to his hair.

"What?" He noticed you staring.

Without answering, you let your hand rise up to grab hold of the ribbon tying his hair in the topknot and you pulled at it, releasing it. His hair now fell down, framing his face in that beautiful way only Zuko could look like. You smiled as he was now the Zuko you remembered, except more mature and even more handsome.

"There. Now you look better."

Zuko huffed a half laugh, half sigh. "You say that like it’s a compliment."

"It is," you said softly.

His eyes held yours for a moment too long. You could feel the heat crawling up your neck, but you refused to look away first. It was electric in this moment. This weird borderline moment of your relationship with Zuko. Eventually, he broke the stare, only to glance down at the ribbon in your hand.

"That’s my only good one," he murmured.

"Don’t worry," you teased. "You’re not getting it back."

"Is that so?" he said. "Pretty sure stealing from the Fire Lord carries a punishment."

You smirked. "You said no Fire Lord card."

"Right," he conceded, his lips twitching. "My mistake."

You could feel the tension in the spot where your knee still pressed against his hip and you didn't move. You couldn't. But the atmosphere was strange and so you questioned it.

"Why are.. why are you being... I don't know. Kinda nice to me right now?"

Zuko smirked, a small lopsided smirk that was incredibly attractive.

"Kinda?" he repeated. "That’s all I get?"

"Don’t push it," you muttered.

He shifted on the bed, turning his body toward you with his left knee propped up on the bed. Now both your knees were touching through the blanket. All you attention centered onto that point. That was until he sighed and answered truthfully.

"You want an actual answer.... I miss you too."

Your heart stopped. The words were soft. Barely above a whisper. But they hit you harder than anything he’d said in years. Your mind ran, wondering if he meant he missed you as a friend or as a lover. Either way the words were confusing. You blinked at him, shaking your head. "You… you don’t get to say that so casually."

"It wasn’t casual," he murmured.

His knee pressed a little more firmly against yours. Accidental, probably, but it sent heat shooting up your leg.

You swallowed hard. "You said you felt nothing."

"That night," he said quietly, "I panicked. You showed up after years and... what was I supposed to do?"

"You're an asshole."

"Yeah, you say that a lot." He huffed playfully. You squinted your eyes at him, displaying your dissatisfaction.

Moments passed and you asked a real question, shifting the atmosphere slightly, actually talking about what needed to be discussed.

"Why did you kiss me that night?"

He froze, debating on how to answer this. "Come on y/n, we kissed each other," he responded lightly.

You rolled your eyes. "Whatever. You called me a 'filthy water bender' if I remember correctly."

Zuko groaned into his hands. "Are you seriously bringing that up?"

"Of course I fucking am," you said. "You called me a filthy water bender and then you kissed me. Which, by the way, is a very confusing order of events."

He shot you a flat look. "I was just trying to hurt you... the same way you hurt me three years ago." He exhaled. "There! Fuck! I said it." He acted like he was breathless as he threw his hands into the air. Like that whole confession was difficult to say. He continued, "And then.. I don't know. At the party everything got weird and then I remembered what it felt like to kiss you and... I don't know."

You were confused as you processed his words, wondering if he was telling the truth. That he really didn't mean anything negative that he said? That he really missed your lips?

Your mind snapped to one thing he had mentioned that night. "You said you hadn't kissed someone since me. Was that true?"

He looked up at you, his face red. "Uhhh. Yeah. It's true." You let out a sigh of relief in your mind. "I.. weirdly enough haven't kissed anyone. That was.. reserved for you."

You laughed. "Softie."

"You knew that already." He inhaled before speaking, his voice quivering a bit. "What about you? I assume all those idiots in the Northern Water Tribe are obsessed with you."

You thought about your answer. "Umm. Maybe." You shrugged. "But uh- no. I haven't kissed anyone since you either."

You could sense from the tension in the room that you were both relieved. But before you could properly wrap your head around it all, he shifted, causing the blanket covering your chest to drop down leaving you once again exposed in your near see through top again.

Zuko looked down at your chest on reflex, and then looked away, huffing a laugh out in the process. "Sorry. I didn't mean to-" He spoke.

You cut him off. "Spirits, again Zuko!?" You teased.

"Oh shut up." He teased back.

As he continued looking away, he realized that you weren't covering up again, leaving the blanket down. "Aren't you gonna, ya know?" His voice was rough and hesitant.

You paused. You wanted to be bold. You were still leaving tomorrow. So what better time to be audacious?

You shrugged in response, "No."

His head snapped back, making eye contact with you, confused. And then with your chest, where he lingered for a few seconds, seemingly in awe. His head lifted, as you spoke.

"Just refreshing your memory. Through the fabric."

He huffed a laugh. A playful one. "You think I've forgotten what they look like?"

Oh. The entire atmosphere once again shifted in the room, a sensual tone covering the area between your bodies.

The candle light flickered as a gust of wind entered from the open window in the bedroom and you felt it getting more chilly as the night went on. Zuko looked back down to your chest and without breaking eye contact with your tits, he spoke.

"You look cold." Your face grew red. He could see how hard your nipples were through the lace in the top.

"Maybe a little."

He looked up and rolled his eyes, standing up instantly to walk over to the window that was open and shut it so there would be no more cold air coming through. Despite being slightly used to the weather in the Northern Water Tribe now, you still felt that the breezes in the Fire Nation at night were different and you somehow always shivered at them. Terribly.

As Zuko walked back to the bed and towards you, you watched, wondering where he would decide to sit next. That was until he looked at you and spoke,

"Move. Let me sit behind you."

Your confusion was on display as you shifted forwards watching him crawl into bed with his legs straddling each side of you. You were in between his legs.

Initially there was some distance between your back and his front torso but right as Zuko finished fixing the pillows behind him, you felt his arms both reach your waist on either side, yanking you gently flush up against his skin. The motion took you by surprise as you let out a small yelp upon being pulled towards him.

Now your back was pressed up against the warmth of his chest and you hadn't felt this close to him physically in years. It was one thing for him to see your nipples through your shirt but this felt even more intimate. More personal.

Before you could even bring your awareness to every part of your body that was flush against his torso, Zuko laughed at the noise you made when he pulled you. He kept his left hand on your waist, gently resting it there while his right hand lifted to slowly tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear and to one side of your neck. Every movement made your skin itch with desire.

Slowly he leaned in from behind, still laughing in your ear,

"Why the shock? Hm?"

You swallowed hard, unsure how to reply, so instead he spoke for you.

"Not so bold with me this close anymore?"

You tried to force out a sentence. "I'm just cold. That's all."

"That's why I'm here." And with that, he leaned into you neck. With his nose hovering only inches from your skin, he took a deep breath in and exhaled. From his exhale came steam. Warm, comforting steam that he spread across your neck by moving his nose around as he exhaled. He was fire bending to keep you warm.

After his first long exhale he raised his mouth to your ear, "Does that feel good y/n?" His voice was sultry and coarse. He knew what he was doing.

With the only answer you could give, you replied, "Mhmm." You bit your lip.

He huffed a laugh at your response. He could tell you were struggling to get the words out. With that, he continued doing the same thing. Staying on the same side of your neck, he took a long inhale, and then slowly let his exhale cover your neck in steam again.

It was electric. It was like magic. It was like sex without the actual sex. It was so incredibly intimate, and it felt so good. So warm and cozy, but his breath also tickled your neck, and with each exhale he gave, you found yourself breathing heavier and heavier.

The fourth time he did it, you had to speak. "God, Zuko... That feels so- so good." You were breathy when you spoke and you tried to hold it all together but you just couldn't. The next time he exhaled, you leaned your head back into him, opening up your neck to him even more as both of his hands gripped your waist.

Slowly, he lifted his mouth to your ear again, preparing to speak except this time his lips were gently grazing your ear as they moved. "Do you feel how hard you're breathing right now?" Every time his lips brushed your ear, you had to restrain yourself not to jump from the sensual touch.

"Say it," he murmured. "Say what you want from me." Suddenly his index finger brushed slow, deliberate circles on your waist. He knew what he was doing. It was intoxicating.

"Zuko I- We shouldn't be doing this." Your voice was shaking by this point. He hummed against your throat like he didn’t believe a single syllable.

"Then close your legs, since they're open so wide," he said softly.

You instantly went red. You lifted your head from being leaned back onto him and looked down.

Your legs were just spread wide open. Like you were begging for him.

He laughed at your realization and leaned into your ear again. "If you need any help deciding-" His hands once again gripped your waist tugging you even closer into him. Into his bulge. Suddenly the entirety of your lower back was pressed up against Zuko's hard length behind you and the feeling of it made you gasp.

He continued, "You feel that? That's what you do to me. Three fucking years later."

He was killing you at this point. You needed him so bad. It wasn't even a question.

"Zuk-o" You called for him.

Your throat felt tight. Everything in you was buzzing. His voice was low, steady and intoxicating wrapping around you like heat.

"Y/n," he whispered again, the edge in his tone slipping. "Say it, little water bender." You swallowed but your mind was fog. Before you could say more, he added, "You don’t even realize,” his lips brushed your neck again, "how much I’ve imagined this. How many times I told myself it wouldn’t happen again. How many nights I touched myself to-"

"Touch me," you cried out.

And with that you both came undone.

His fingers found your waist band almost immediately and slowly trekked under. Lower.

Right as his fingers met your clit, you moaned loudly, arching your back at the touch. Nobody had touched you in years. You were aching for this.

Zuko's free hand held your waist, gripping it tightly from his reaction of you moaning and arching, holding you in place. Slowly his fingers started drawing delicate circles around your sensitive bud, causing you to be even louder. Your moans came out in long, heavy breaths as Zuko rested his chin on your left shoulder.

"Still very vocal, are we?"

His fingers sped up, causing you to halt your answer as your moans increased from the pleasure.

"Zuko- I," you couldn't even form proper sentences. Everything was intoxicating. Suddenly, you felt his lips on your ear again, whispering roughly to you.

"Say it." He inhaled. "Say you missed me again."

"Fuck- I", you had to compose yourself so you could speak. Even if it was through each of your breathy moans.

"I missed you."

"Say my name."

"I missed you- Zuko."

His free hand instantly reached up, grabbing hold of your hair while his other hand continued rubbing your clit. Suddenly, the hand in your hair gripped tightly, yanking your head back forcefully. His voice was low and sultry as he spoke coarsely in your ear.

"No. Say the name you know I want to hear."

You knew what he meant as his hand loosened his grip on your hair, and he waited, through your moans, to hear you speak.

"Please, Fire Lord Zuko."

He breathed out heavily at the sound of those words leaving your lips. His bulge was still behind you, pressing into your back and upon speaking, you felt it twitch in pleasure. The speed of his fingers now picked up, and as you neared your orgasm, he spoke, being with you all the way.

"Fuck, thats a good girl. You need to know who's making you feel so good."

You couldn't hold it any longer, and your voice was louder than ever as you felt your release. It all happened so quickly.

"Oh my god, oh my god I'm gonna cum- Fuck!"

Your climax reached as your moans grew heavier and louder. The beautiful sensation that came from just Zuko's fingers filled your entire being. As your orgasm died down and you rode the rest of it out, his fingers slowed down, helping you to calm down. Slowly, they finally came to a stop as you struggled to speak. Your head was rested back on him, your legs wide open and your breaths were heavy, your entire chest lifting and rising quickly.

You had totally come undone right in front of him.

You both sat there for a few seconds but it felt like hours, the feeling of both your warm bodies touching made heavily aware in your mind. He had just made you cum. And you two hadn't even kissed yet.

You could feel his breath on his neck as you breathed together. It was so intimate and beautiful. It was everything you missed. Finally, you spoke, breaking the moment.

"So... Fire Lord Zuko huh? That gets you going?"

He huffed a laugh and you felt his breath on your neck. "Only when you say it."

You laughed back, "So that's why you kept insisting I called you it in meetings and your throne room?"

"No, you had to. I'm the Fire Lord..." he paused, "but the more you said it the more it made my dick hard." His voice was a low growl on your neck.

A few breaths passed before you answered. "I want more."

"I know."

Suddenly, his lips met your shoulder, kissing a soft trail up to your neck. The feeling of his lips made you twitch under his touch. When he got back to your ear, you felt his hand slide back down to your crotch, except this time he went even lower, letting his fingers feel your opening.

"God, you're so wet." He paused. Even though he was behind you, you could almost feel his face frowning. "You were never this wet on my ship. Did I not fuck you well enough back then?"

"Of course you did, I just-"

He cut you off. "A lot has changed, little water bender. I'm not as merciful as I was back then."

You laughed. "I know. I could tell with the whole 'call me Fire Lord Zuko' thing just now." You were mocking and pushing it.

"When did you get so bratty?" His fingers felt around your wet opening some more and your back slowly arched, anticipating them entering you.

Suddenly, he pulled back and began getting off the bed. Once he was stood next to you, confusion plastered on your face as you sat up, he began taking his shirt off. He spoke as he was doing so,

"Bratty," he repeated, like he was testing the word on his tongue. "That’s what you’re going with now?"

"Oh shut up, Zuko." You rolled your eyes playfully. As he dropped his shirt to the floor his hands reached for you, flipping you onto your stomach. Before you knew what was happening, you could hear him unbuttoning his pants and dropping them to the floor. As you tried to look up as get a glimpse of his dick in the dim candle light, you felt his hand reach your head and push it down onto the bed. With his hand still pinning your head down, he climbed on top of you.

Suddenly, his free hand grabbed the waist band of your shorts and forcefully yanked them down, leaving your bare ass on display now. His hand slowly traced the feeling of your ass before stopping at a certain part.

Before you knew it, as quickly as his hand was lifted, it came back down to meet your ass, sharp and controlled.

"Brat." His voice was low, almost amused.

You gasped at the contact, your body jolting forward, shock and desire mixing inside you. Zuko had never touched you like that before. Never let this side of himself surface. But now? Now it was pouring out of him like fire. Something about this sexual encounter with him felt different than the last. It felt more erotic. More mature.

“Zuko- I-”

Your words cut off in a breathy choke when his hand slid back up, fingers threading firmly into your hair as he pushed your head down toward the mattress again, not hurting you, but making it very clear who had control right now.

"Shut up. All I want to hear out of your mouth now is your pleasure or my name."

Before you could reply, you felt the tip of his cock graze your entrance before pushing into you from behind. As he slowly entered, your eyes almost bulged out of your head. Why did it feel bigger than you remembered?

He groaned as he entered you and at this point he was now fully inside you, without warning and you couldn't help think about the fact that you hadn't seen what it looked like again. Not that you had forgotten, but you missed the sight of it.

Slowly, he started moving, letting his cock go in and out of you before picking up his pace. Your moans increased and as you tried to speak, the only thing that could leave your mouth was,

"Fire Lord Zuko.. I- Fuck."

He groaned from hearing that and began pounding into you from behind as his hand lifted to once again smack your ass. The feeling jolted you as he continued to use you to pleasure himself. He smacked your ass once more and this time you gasped a bit too loudly, your body seizing from the touch. It was all very intense.

Suddenly, he slowed his pace down, not thrusting as hard anymore as he leaned down to let his lips graze your ear.

"Are you okay?"

He was now motionless inside of you, his chest pressed up against your back as he waited for your reply through your heavy breaths. Your breath shuddered as you tried to force out actual words.

"I- yeah," you whispered, voice thin and shaky. "Just… didn’t expect you to be like this."

You felt him smile against your shoulder, felt the soft huff of his breath.

"Like what?" he murmured, his voice far too smug, far too steady for someone who had been losing control seconds ago.

You swallowed. "Rough."

Seconds passed before his hand on your hip softened, thumb brushing slow circles instead of digging in.

"Too rough?" he asked quietly, not teasing this time, not challenging. Just attentive.

"It's not that. I love this." You were hyper aware of his dick inside of you right now as you spoke. "But I miss you. You haven't even kissed me yet." Your head turned more to meet his face as he watched you from the side of your shoulder. His body weight was dropped slightly onto you.

He stared at you as seconds passed by, silence engulfing the room. Your eyes squinted slightly at him as he remained silent. Was he thinking? You were confused. As time passed, his eyes still gazing into yours, he finally spoke, except this time softer, just above a whisper.

"I can't."

Now you were really confused.

"You can't kiss me?" You asked, almost offended. You brows furrowed with every second that passed.

"It's not that. It's just..." He was struggling to say what he wanted. Before he could finish his sentence, he pulled out of you and rolled onto his back, facing up at the ceiling. Your head lifted up to face him, propping yourself up on your elbows while still on your stomach, and although his dick was now out on full display, you tried your hardest with everything in you to not look down. He looked sad and worried. You couldn't make this sexual now.

You kept your gaze on him as he spoke, cutting the silence with a confession. "I'm scared."

"Scared?" you repeated softly. "Of what?"

His jaw flexed and his eyes didn’t move from the ceiling, like looking at you would make everything worse.

"You know what," he muttered.

You didn’t. Not really. Not until you saw the way his fingers curled slowly into the blanket, like he needed something to hold onto.

"I just-" he continued as he propped himself up on his elbows to face you, "I can't be intimate and romantic with you right now. You want it rough? I can do that. You want sex? I can do that. Just sex. But I can't be passionate."

Your face warped into confusion. "A kiss doesn't always have to be romantic. We literally kissed the other day."

He huffed and looked away, dropping back onto his back. "And that was stupid because I felt everything all over again."

Everything all over again? Did he mean lo-

Before you could let your mind wander, you sat up as he continued to avoid looking at you. You got a glimpse of his dick, still hard, as he remained on his back, but you didn't let your gaze linger as you snapped your eyes away almost immediately. You wanted to give him what he was so afraid of first.

Your hands reached down to the hem of your top as you slowly dragged it up and over your head. He could see what you were doing out of the corner of his eye but it seemed that he refused to look. Next, you took off your pants dragging everything down your legs and dropping them onto the ground.

You now sat next to him, fully naked just as he was as his head turned away from you still.

"Zuko." He wasn't looking. "Zuko, look at me."

It took him a second or two before his head snapped towards you and he sat up, letting himself take your body in. His face screamed with yearning, but it wasn't entirely sexual.

You inched closer towards him as you were both now propped up by a hand, staring at each other as the candles flickered in the room. Like they could feel your heartbeat.

His eyes flickered over your face, down your throat, to your bare chest for half a second before snapping back up to your eyes like it physically hurt him to look anywhere else.

"I tell you I don't want intimate and romantic and now you're sitting here," he rasped, "completely naked, looking at me like you know every part of me-"

"I do," you cut in gently.

His eyes squeezed shut as if the words burned. Your free hand lifted up, cautiously, as it met Zuko's scar on his face, your fingers feeling the scarred skin while he kept his eyes closed. He didn't pull away.

"Zuko," you whispered, "I’m not asking you to love me."

His eyes opened at that and his head snapped towards you, sharp, wounded, startled. Like the word 'love' itself had cut him.

"If I kiss you," he whispered, so quietly it was almost nothing, "it won’t stop there for me." His confession hit the air like lightning. He didn’t move, didn’t breathe, didn’t blink. He just stared at you, wide eyed and vulnerable and so goddamn scared.

"Then don’t stop," you whispered. His breath caught and his eyes flicked down to your lips.

"Y/n…" He said your name again, softer this time, almost pleading. Your thumbs brushed the corners of his mouth. He didn’t stand a chance.

He moved first. Just a tilt of his head, just a shift of his weight, but it was enough. His forehead rested against yours, breaths mingling, his hands hovering at your waist like he didn’t know if he was allowed to touch you while wanting you this much.

"Tell me to stop," he whispered.

You didn’t. Instead, you closed the last inch between you.

You kissed him.

Soft. Slow. Heart stopping. He inhaled sharply against your lips, like he’d been punched. Like he’d been waiting three years for this exact moment and didn’t know how to survive it.

Then he kissed you back.

The kiss was different to the one you shared in his study. That one was hungry, animalistic. This one was slow. Intimate. Sensual.

Zuko’s mouth moved against yours like he was memorizing the shape of you. Every slow brush of his lips felt deliberate. His hand finally settled on your waist, fingers trembling. You felt the cautious drag of his thumb against your skin, and it made your breath hitch into his mouth. When he pulled back just slightly, his lips hovered over yours, barely apart.

"Why are you doing this to me?" he whispered, and the words ghosted over your lips. They weren’t angry. They were desperate.

Your hand slid from his scar to cradle his jaw. "I'm not trying to do anything. I just want you."

He let out a shaky breath. One that sounded like it had been buried in him for years. His forehead pressed to yours again, softer this time, like he needed the contact to stay grounded.

"I don’t know how to want you a little," he admitted. "I don’t know how to be careful."

You swallowed, your thumb brushing along his cheekbone.

"I don’t want careful."

His breath stuttered, and he finally opened his eyes.

"You’re going to ruin me," he spoke softly.

You gave him the smallest, saddest smile. "You say that like you aren’t already ruined."

A short, broken sound escaped him. Something between a laugh and a gasp. His hand slid from your waist to your back, guiding you closer until your bare chest pressed against his. He sucked in a breath at the contact.

The kiss that followed was deeper. Still slow, still careful, but thicker with emotion that neither of you dared to name. His lips parted against yours, inviting you in, and you answered with a soft tug on his lower lip that made his grip on your hip tighten. He exhaled your name into your mouth like a confession. Your fingers threaded into his hair, and the moment you tugged just slightly, he let out a low, barely there sound that vibrated through you.

You pulled away again one more time to say the thing you've been waiting to say.

"Zuko?" You asked as you panted gently. His eyes looked up to yours as your chests remained pressed together.

"Yes, y/n?" The way he said your name sent shivers down your spine.

You paused before continuing. "Make love to me."

He froze. Not out of fear, but more so shock at your request. He would never return from this, and he knew that. But he did it anyways.

He kissed you again. Slow, deep and aching as he slid his tongue into your mouth. His lips then moved to your jaw, then to your neck, each kiss slower than the last. When he finally pulled back to look at you, his chest rose and fell against yours, breaths brushing your lips.

Suddenly, his hand guided you down to lie on your back as he crawled on top of you, hovering and careful to not let his dick touch you yet. His lips worked at your neck again, trailing lower and lower as his mouth found your hard nipples. Gently he sucked and pulled at them, maintaining eye contact with you the entire time while his hand fondled your other breast.

The sensation made you moan, except these moans were different to the moans you gave when he was fucking you roughly. Those were harsh and demanding. These, however, were breathy and silky and he could tell the difference in the way his mouth played with your nipples.

His lips found his way back up to yours, kissing you gently as you felt him guide his dick to your clit, the feeling making you moan again. You finally looked down to see his dick and it was even better than you remembered. Three years since you saw it and it was beautiful. He still kept it neatly trimmed and everything else fairly looked the same, aside from the new veins popping out as he waited to enter you. He was so hard.

He grabbed his dick and guided it down to your opening, his tip pressing against your entrance. As he was about to enter, his eyes flicked up to yours, causing you to look up at him too. He needed eye contact as he pushed inside.

You felt it fill your inside, your mouth opening into gasps as he continued watching your facial expressions. Now, he was fully inside and something about this felt different. He had just been inside you not too long ago where he was pounding into you roughly, yet something about this made it feel like this was the first time his dick entered you in the three years since.

His pace picked up as he started moving, your breathy moans mixing into each other's space while you continued watching each other. The eye contact was intense and you felt like he was making love to your soul.

As his pace continued, your moans halted for a second as you spoke.

"Zuko?"

"Yes, my y/n?" His y/n? Your heart skipped a beat.

"Why aren't you speaking as much?" Your voice was timid and cautious. You wanted to hear him praise you. Say how much he missed you. Say how much he lo-

"Because..." He struggled to finish his sentence. "I only have three words for you." He continued thrusting with a slow pace as you both spoke.

"What three words?" You replied.

"You know what they are."

"Say them." You moaned as you spoke. It sounded like you were pleading.

His head shook slowly as he watched your face intently. "Not until you say them."

Oh. He wanted you to say them. Rightfully so, after everything you put him through last time he spoke those words to you.

You swallowed so hard it made a noise. He continued slowly thrusting into you as he stared at you, waiting for an answer. This was your chance. Your moment to make up for everything you put him through three years ago.

And so you spoke from the bottom of your heart.

"I love you Zuko. I've always loved you."

Now it was out. Your confession that you had never spoken to him. It felt surreal, those words that you always felt for him but never said, leaving your lips at last. He exhaled, like he was holding his breath while he waited, and his face lit up.

He instantly kissed you, deeply and sweetly, as his pace picked up and he began fucking you harder. His lips paused from the kiss as he lifted up, speaking the words against your mouth. Like he hoped by doing so it would reach your soul.

"I love you y/n. Always have, always will."

You had never felt this happy in your life. He continued thrusting into you and as you could feel him nearing his orgasm, he spoke again.

"Say it again."

"I love you."

"Again." He was greedy for it.

"I love you so much." You gave him what he wanted.

"Fuck, y/n, I'm gonna cum." He stared at your face and didn't move as he tipped over the edge.

"I love you, Zuko." You voice was breathy and full of moans as you felt him reach his peak. His thrusts became irregular as his face seized up from pleasure. He groaned loudly as his mouth opened and not once did he break eye contact. When he was done riding out his orgasm, his body relaxed for a split second and he looked away before lifting up almost immediately, as if he was searching for your face again. Like he couldn't go a second without it.

His hands grabbed your cheeks and he pulled you into a deep kiss, exhaling like he was finally relaxed. His thumbs brushed your cheekbones as he kissed you again, softer this time, almost reverent. When he finally parted from your lips, he rested his forehead against yours, breathing you in like he had been deprived of you for years.

"Don’t say that unless you mean it," he whispered.

You watched his face as he spoke, full of fear. Your fingers slid up his back, grounding him. "I meant every word."

His eyes fluttered shut briefly, his chest rising and falling against yours. He looked like he was trying to hold himself together and failing in the most beautiful way.

"Spirits," he breathed, his voice cracking slightly, "you’re going to ruin me." He looked at you for a few more seconds, eyes solemn and half closed, before pulling out of you and lying on his back.

Now here you both were, on your backs staring up at the ceiling after the most unpredictable night ever had just happened. You felt like you had just lived a whole life time with him in the hour he was in your room.

The air was quiet and all that was heard now were your breaths. Zuko cut the silence, speaking while holding his gaze up to the ceiling.

"So.. now what?" He spoke anxiously.

"What do you mean?" You were cautious.

He took a deep breath before saying his next few words. "Are you still leaving tomorrow?"

You turned your head toward him, still breathing unevenly from everything that had just happened. His question landed heavily between you, heavier than you were prepared for.

"…I don’t know," you admitted quietly.

Zuko swallowed, the motion visible in his throat as he stared at the ceiling again. "You decided to leave before this. Before we… before anything changed."

You nodded. "You were pushing me away. Being… cold. I didn’t want to stay where I wasn’t wanted."

He flinched at that. A small, sharp reaction he didn’t bother to hide. "You were wanted," he murmured. "That was the problem." You shifted onto your side to look at him. His face was tense, eyes flickering, jaw tight. Like admitting that alone cost him something.

"But you’re still leaving," he added, voice smaller.

"I was," you corrected softly. "I’m just… confused now."

That got him to finally look at you. Really look at you. The vulnerability there was almost disarming. "So what would make you stay?"

You hesitated. "Honesty. For once, Zuko. Just… honesty." His expression strained, like he had been preparing for this moment and dreading it in equal measure.

"Then… there’s something I need to give you."

Your brows drew together. "Right now?"

"Yes." He sat up abruptly, running a hand through his hair, avoiding your eyes like whatever he was about to do terrified him more than the actual war he grew up in. "I should’ve given it to you months ago. Years, even. But I didn’t know how."

Your stomach tightened. "Zuko… what are you talking about?"

He stood, naked and vulnerable, and crossed your room in a few quick, restless steps, grabbing something from a small satchel he’d brought but never opened. His hands trembled slightly as he returned.

When he sat back on the bed, he didn’t touch you. Didn’t look at you. Just held the object in his palms like it was something fragile and dangerous all at once.

"I found this deep in the palace archives," he said quietly. "I kept it safe. I meant to return it to you. I just… didn’t."

Slowly, he offered it to you. Your breath stopped.

It was a worn leather bound diary. A water tribe binding. One you recognized instantly, down to the pattern on the edges. Your mother’s mark.

"Zuko," you whispered, voice already trembling, "that’s my mother’s."

He nodded once, shame flashing across his face. You grabbed the diary out of his hands forcefully. Your chest tightened painfully. "Zuko," you repeated his name. "Why… why do you have this? Why didn’t you-"

"Y/n, I promise I was going to give it to you before your two weeks here were up. I just-"

You were angry now. You cut him off, voice raised. "How long have you had this?"

He looked at you like he was scared to speak the answer. "Over two years now." His reply was monotoned and scared. And it cut your chest like a knife.

You looked away, eyes squeezing tightly as the pain entered you. You spoke, the words slow and painful. "Over. Two. Years." You were repeating them so they could sink in. But it all just seemed like a bad dream.

"I’m sorry," he whispered. "I should have given it to you sooner. I should have told you. I just- when you first arrived, you were so… distant. And I was-" he let out a broken laugh "-awful to you. I know that. I know."

You sat as you shook your head in disbelief.

You looked down at the diary, fingers brushing the worn cover. The thing you had spent half your life wishing you could find. The thing that could hold answers to your parents death. The thing he had held for years. The thing he had chosen not to give you. A bitter laugh escaped your throat before you could stop it.

"Spirits," you murmured, "I came here as an emissary to help heal the Fire Nation. Meanwhile the Fire Lord was sitting on the one thing that could have helped heal me."

Zuko inhaled sharply and you didn't give him a chance to speak.

"I know I left and broke your heart or whatever, but if you had any fucking love for me you would've sent this to me in the Northern Water Tribe. Years ago." You were near screaming.

He shook his head and scoffed. "Look I'm sorry, but are you really going to play that card? If you had any fucking love for me you wouldn't have left." His voice raised to match yours and it was all too much.

"Why the fuck do you keep saying that? Do you not understand I had to leave? What part of it don't you understand?" Here you both were. Naked and arguing on the bed. It was intimate and full of rage.

"I was about to become the fucking Fire Lord, y/n. You just had to stay for a few more months and I could've protected you. You knew that!" If you thought it all came out before, it was all coming out now.

"Oh great!" You spoke sarcastically. "So then what? You would be dating a water bender as the Fire Lord? You know that's not possible. Not allowed." You were breathing heavily as you continued. "And so what? You kept the diary so that you could spite me? I hurt you so much that I deserved this?" You were shaking your head, pushing him to answer.

"Fuck! No! I kept it because it was the one last thing I had of you." His confession sliced the air sharply. You stared in disbelief as seconds passed by.

"The one last thing you had of me?" you repeated, voice cracking on the last word. "Zuko, that was my mother." He flinched. You pushed forward, anger swelling like a wave. "Not a hair ribbon. Not a letter. Not some trinket I left on your ship. My mother’s diary. The last piece of her that exists in this world. And you kept it because… what? It made you feel closer to me?"

"It wasn’t like that," he said quickly, voice strained.

You clutched the diary to your chest, nails digging into the leather. "Do you have any idea how many nights I cried myself to sleep in the Northern Tribe? How many elders I begged to help me find something, anything, of hers?"

He stared at you blankly. He had nothing more to say.

"Get out." Your words were sharp and harsh.

"What?" He looked hurt.

"Get dressed," you said quietly. "And get out."

He scoffed and got out of bed, reaching for his clothes and instantly throwing them on as quickly as he could.

"Right, and I suppose you're leaving tomorrow and this is the last time I see you again?" He continued dressing as his face grew angrier. His voice was full of venom now. "Well what else could I expect? We both know you're fucking good at leaving."

His words bubbled inside you as you reached a level of rage you had never felt before. Without even thinking, your hand raised, instantly draining the air of its water and freezing it all, sending them in sharp spikes towards Zuko.

"GET OUT." You screamed loud enough to wake the entire palace.

It all happened in a split second, and suddenly Zuko stood there with ice spikes as long as six feet punctured into the floor, surrounding his entire body as his face dropped in fear and shock. He didn’t move. He didn’t even breathe. The ice spikes glinted in the candlelight, razor sharp, some only inches from his ribs, his throat, his cheek. One wrong step and he would’ve been bleeding.

Your chest rose and fell violently. You had never lost control like that. Not in the North. Not during the war. Not ever. Everything in your life led up to this outburst. It was charged and heavy.

You both looked at each other. He had never even seen you water bend, let alone use it to attack him, and the look on his face made you instantly regret it.

"Zuko... I'm-" Before you could apologize, you lifted both your hands, water bending the ice into liquid so that it could all fall, drenching Zuko in the process.

"I'm so sorry... I don't know what... I would never do that." You spoke in shock at your actions.

Zuko stood there dripping, water trailing down his hair, his jaw, soaking through his clothes as the melted ice pooled at his feet. For a moment, neither of you moved.

Your hands were still half raised, trembling. His eyes were wide. Hurt, startled, and something deeper. You opened your mouth again, but nothing came out. Your throat closed on the apology you were trying to form.

Zuko finally blinked. Slowly. Deliberately. As if grounding himself. He didn’t yell. Didn’t accuse. Didn’t say a single word.

He just lowered his gaze to the floor, at the puddle, at the shards melting into nothing, and inhaled shakily through his nose. His fists unclenched. Then he turned away.

His steps were careful, quiet, almost too measured, like he was afraid the room might erupt again if he moved too quickly. Water dripped from his sleeves as he bent to pick up his boots. He didn’t bother putting them on, just held them in one hand, clothes clinging to him, hair plastered flat.

You watched him walk toward the door, your pulse so loud it drowned out everything. He paused at the threshold. And he didn’t look back. His shoulders rose with one long, trembling breath. Then fell.

And then he stepped out into the hallway.

The door shut behind him with a soft, final click. You sat frozen, naked, shaking, the diary clutched to your chest as if it were the only thing keeping you upright.

The room was quiet again. But nothing felt quiet inside you. Not anymore. Not after tonight.

a/n: gah damn that was a lot i just wrote. i hope you guys enjoyed sorry for the wait for this one. you know the drill, part 3 (I THINK THE FINAL PART) will be out soon. and i think it might be a bit shorter than what i've been writing but i hope you guys don't mind that this story is so long. hehe stay tuned to find out what happens next. will you leave the fire nation will you stay?! who knows but i am having so much fun writing this.

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[mila-uchiha]

The Things We Keep ⁺◦ Book 2: Water, Part 1 ⁺◦ Zuko x fem!reader

a/n: hi everyone! thank you for the support on the last two posts:) if you haven't already you can read book 1, part 1 here, and part 2 here. so excited my writing is being enjoyed after a long break. this blog is a few years old now and after rewatching atla recently i just had to come back and write for zuko. and this is my first time writing for him too!!! been waitinggg to write this second book (book 2) set 3 years after the first book. hope you enjoy!

warnings: NSFW (minors dni!), lots of alcohol, sexual themes, it gonna get realll spicy in the next part tho

word count: 8.1k dayum i wrote sm again

Three years. That's how long it had been since you last saw Zuko. And everything was different.

Not too long after you disappeared from Zuko's ship without properly saying goodbye, the 100 year war finally came to and end with Zuko being crowned as the new Fire Lord of the Fire Nation.

You heard the news of his coronation from the Northern Water Tribe, shocked and yet hopeful for what he could do for the corrupted country. Once he got rid of his awful temper.

But it was hard to let the news sink in. Knowing how badly you wanted to be by his side to watch him rule with the good inside him that you always knew existed.

The one contradictory problem, however, was that you couldn't bear to see him again.

Ozai being defeated wasn't something that troubled you at all. Not only did you struggle to stand by his genocidal ways as a previous citizen of the Fire Nation, but you were convinced he was the reason your parents were dead. In the three years since you had left Zuko's ship, you knew one day this would all lead you to finding out what really happened to your parents. Who happened.

And with your position in the Northern Water Tribe, everything was falling into place.

God, what a place it's been for you since you left. Iroh was right, the council did immediately take you in despite your whole embodiment and culture growing up being Fire Nation. As the highly regarded grand daughter of their most valued scholars, you didn't have trouble being welcomed into their culture and tribe. You, however, had trouble welcoming them into your life.

The first two years were painful. You knew nobody there, and despite not having many friends or alive family left back in the Fire Nation, Zuko and Iroh were there. That was enough for your heart to break in half when you spent those first two years apart. Specifically apart from Zuko. With the war ending, it was technically possible for you to return to your home in the Fire Nation, but with Zuko being the new Fire Lord, you doubted if it was possible. You were sure he hated you. Besides, Iroh hadn't written to you once since you left, forcing you to realize the Fire Nation was not the place for you. It hurt, despite you knowing Iroh must've had a good enough reason not to write.

With Zuko however, you couldn't face him again. Not after how you left it.

You had betrayed him. You had watched him say I love you, something that you would've killed to hear him say before, and looked him in his eyes before walking out to never be seen for years. You wondered what he thought, waking up the next morning, so full of anger and sadness towards you before realizing that you were simply gone. You wondered what Iroh told him, what grand elaborate lie he came up with to make sure no one knew the truth.

You realized, though, that with the war ended and the world attempting to heal, hiding that you were a water bender wasn't exactly necessary anymore and the thought of him possibly knowing the truth was one of the scariest things you'd ever felt, along with an abundance of shame.

However, after those initial miserable two years apart from Zuko, you began to slowly find a connection and love for the Northern Water Tribe. Not only was it your entire background and your family's original roots, but it allowed you to feel closer to your parents, your grief diminishing in your time there, although never ceasing to exist.

You began working for the council, your esteemed scholarly background and knowledge proving useful outside of simply helping Iroh with his work back on the ship. You were in a proper career. It allowed your mind to be taken off of the fact that you left those most important to you behind, and soon you began a routine. One that you were quite content about.

You made a few friends, respected the elders working with you and had even been asked out by a few Water Tribe guys, despite being unable to date outside of Zuko. But you had made a better life for yourself in the Water Tribe than when you were in the Fire Nation. At first it was difficult, but you began to see it as starting over. And you began to embrace it.

You were also training with one of the best water bending teachers alive, Master Pakku, where in three mere years you had honed your craft. A craft that you didn't even know you had until that life shattering trip with Iroh.

All the time spent without practice, without even knowing you could water bend, took a toll on your ability to bend at the beginning of your lessons, but when you began settling down in your new land and embracing everything around you, your block with water bending was lifted. You trained until you were nearly a master and in those three years away, everything began to feel okay. Not necessarily good, but yet a breath of fresh air amidst the chaos.

That was until the council at the Northern Water Tribe decided you would be the perfect emissary to travel to the Fire Nation on behalf of the Cultural Restoration Initiative.

After the war, the four nations created a multi-nation effort called the Cultural Restoration Initiative which was an agreement to locate and return artifacts, texts, and cultural treasures stolen or destroyed during the Fire Nation’s expansion. Each nation contributed emissaries and historians and the Fire Nation, as the former aggressor, bore the heaviest responsibility for restitution.

The council thought you would be the perfect fit to represent the Northern Water Tribe. Having grown up in the Fire Nation, understanding its archives and bureaucracy, while also being of Water Tribe lineage, there was no one better for the job. And they were right. Despite the war being over, it had only been three years and people of the Water Tribes were terrified to step foot into the Fire Nation.

But no one in your new home knew that you had extensive history with the current Fire Lord.

After attempting to come up with whatever excuse you could to justify why sending you wasn't the best idea, the council never budged and ultimately you were tasked with heading to the Fire Nation for two weeks to inspect the Fire Nation’s royal archives for Water Tribe artifacts and ensure they were properly restored or returned.

The journey on the boat there was nauseating, and you struggled to come to terms with the fact that you would face chapters that you so badly wanted to close. Seeing the docks of your old home, the familiar walk to the palace, the smell of the native food in the air, but most importantly, you were going to see Zuko, the thought of it alone making your heart jump out of your chest as you struggled to keep your breakfast down. You remembered that his 22nd birthday was a few days ago, as you began to reminisce on his 18th birthday where you two became friends, and ultimately his 19th birthday. The birthday when you broke his heart.

You didn't know what to say, how to act, whether to apologize or explain. Was it even worth mentioning the unspoken history you two had? Did he even know you were the emissary they sent? Would he be disappointed? So many thoughts raced through your head as the boat finally docked after the long journey.

After experiencing the familiar sensations that plagued your senses on your way to the palace, your emotions running high, you reached the palace and stepped inside as you were escorted by Zuko's guards. You were informed that you would be sleeping there, courtesy of Iroh (who you couldn't wait to see despite the lack of contact), and you hoped that upon entering you would simply be taken to your room where you could gather your thoughts before seeing Zuko.

But of course that was not the case. The guards informed you that the Fire Lord was interested in meeting the emissary from the Water Tribe for the Cultural Restoration Initiative, since he believed it to be an important cause, and before you knew it you were standing outside the grand, embellished doors to the Fire Lord's throne room.

This was the moment you had to decide. How would you act? Would you be cold? Would you be honest? Would you be familiar? The guards were about to open the door and you'd never felt this anxious before. Even after finding out you were a water bender that initial time with Iroh, you were able to keep you heart and stomach at bay. But not this time. Not when it came to Zuko. And in that moment the doors opened slowly, you remembered how much you missed him.

Warmth erupted from the throne room. Pillars upon pillars lined up, directing your path to the silhouette that sat cross legged behind the tall flames of fire that burned on the raised platform, stretched across the width of the room.

You couldn't make out his face, but the silhouette of his broad, pointed shoulders from his royal attire remained prominent as you walked closer, the guards leading your way. When they stopped in their tracks, so did you, and they spoke respectfully as Zuko's wall of fire slowly dropped,

"Fire Lord, please meet the emissary from the Northern Water Tribe."

His fire was much lower now, and the moment you two made eye contact, despite the guards still speaking and introducing you, it was unlike anything else you've ever felt.

You could see it in his face. All of it. The shock that startled him and lingered for seconds, the confusion which made his brows furrow and finally after a moment, the anger and rage that was evidently plastered on his face. With the guards done speaking, the two of you stared in silence and you remembered that you had to greet him. You had to say something.

"Hi... Zuko." It was a pathetic attempt at a hello after all this time, but it was the only thing you could say. Seeing him within distance of you was enough to make your heart flutter, despite your plethora of anxiety and shame inside of you.

Moments passed and Zuko couldn't take his eyes off you, the anger in his face growing more and more, until he instantly snapped out of it and spoke for the first time, his voice stern and heavy, deeper than you remembered it.

"You will address me as Fire Lord Zuko," he spoke as an annoyed look spread across his face. "And customarily my subjects bow before greeting me, but I suppose you are from the Water Tribe and not the Fire Nation." His words were laced with mockery and he did not at all seem excited to see you.

"Zuko- I," you froze, forgetting your clearly necessary manners. "Fire Lord Zuko, I'm sorry. I did not realize we needed all these formalities?" The guards beside you eyed each other. Your words were harsh and you intended them to be taken that way. Your eye contact didn't break, almost as if you were both speaking a thousand words to each other in this moment, yet you couldn't know what he was thinking. He was totally unreadable in this moment. It was like you never knew him.

He kept his gaze on you, as you studied him closer. You were irritated but seeing him in the flesh again was never something you thought you would ever experience. You studied his face, his scar still prominent and beautiful to you. You studied his now defined jaw, three years later making him look more mature in his features. You studied his hair, his topknot done up as he used to do it on the ship three years ago, except this time with the golden headpiece that represented the Fire Nation insignia. The one that Fire Lords always wear.

It was strange seeing him wear it. He almost looked like his father.

"Guards, please escort the emissary to the inn she is staying in. She is done here and can begin her work tomorrow in the archives." He spoke as if he was already bored with the conversation.

The guards replied as they hinged from the hips to bow, "Um, Fire Lord Zuko, the emissary has been prepared a room in the palace, as per request of General Iroh." It wasn't until Zuko's reply that you realized why they were bowing. They didn't want their words to seem disrespectful, especially with the way Zuko took them.

"What?" His voice was hard and heavily laced with irritation. He paused for a moment, the wall of fire in front of him rising slightly with his emotions before speaking again. "Fine."

Oh? No argument from him? He suddenly raised an arm to shoo the guards away, escorting you in the process. As you walked away you glanced back at him, confusion warping your mind, but all you could see again was his silhouette behind his once again high wall of flames.

Exiting the throne room, your mind ran rampant, thinking back to the entire encounter between you two and how awkward it was. How bitter. You didn't expect him to send you out of the room so suddenly. It seemed like he was going to protest after hearing you'd be staying in the palace. But then maybe he just didn't care enough?

It was so strange. The Zuko you knew would have asked the guards to leave so he could approach you and scream at you until you understood how much you hurt him. He would've been vocal. He would've been angry. But more importantly he would've been him. And that's what you expected. After that encounter it seemed like he didn't even care to speak with you. Like he didn't care about you at all.

Maybe he didn't spend these past three years as upset as you thought. Maybe all that pain and guilt you harbored thinking about how distraught he would be after you left was for nothing. Maybe it was more irritation. A minor inconvenience for him. Maybe, he was not the person you remembered anymore. And maybe, this two week trip would be totally professional, no mention of your previous friendship or sexual relationship and then you could go back to your life in the Northern Water Tribe afterwards. It could all be simple.

Later that night, Iroh came to visit you, gently knocking on your door as you prepared for bed. You ran into his arms when you realized who was at the door and tears began streaming down your eyes. Fuck, you were trying to hold it in.

It was all too much. Mostly, tears of happiness for seeing someone that was like a father figure to you after the death of your parents, however you felt the sadness from your encounter with Zuko subconsciously creeping into the liquid that fell from your eyes.

After settling on the large couch in your grand bedroom, Iroh handing you tissues in the process, you both caught up on the past three years as hours passed. You spoke about your work for the council, your water bending training, and your new life as Iroh returned the conversation by explaining how hard it was for him to never write or visit after the war ended.

He explained how it was the wrong thing to do. How it would never help you move on. And despite the appearance of the words 'move on' seemingly relating to moving on from the Fire Nation, you knew deep down that those words were tied to Zuko.

How could you move on from him if anything relating to him was still in your life?

As you processed Iroh's words and understood his actions after your disappearance from Zuko's ship, your mind snapped to the fact that he was speaking about Zuko in a way that was more than a friend to you.

He knew. He must've known everything you and Zuko felt for each other. Maybe even before anything ever happened. Iroh always had a sense for these things.

As the topic came back onto Zuko, your eyes started watering again, Iroh pausing as he noticed your sadness.

"My dear, I assume you saw Zuko already? Is that the cause of your sadness?" He spoke, his words calming and gentle. You nodded your head as you grabbed another tissue, wiping away the newly formed tears as you couldn't blame them on Iroh's presence anymore.

"He hates me." You whispered, before continuing, "Forget hate. He doesn't even care about me." Iroh shuffled next to you to embrace you for a few moments as you cried.

"Y/n, my nephew does not hate you, but you have to understand a lot has changed in these three years. Zuko is the Fire Lord now, he has had to change and adapt in unfathomable ways. Especially after losing the one he loved."

Loved. Past tense. It was hard enough for you to bottle up your emotions about Zuko and pretend they never happened, but to hear he did the same? To hear that it was in the past? It was-

Wait. Iroh knew.

Your face dropped in realization as you stared at him, your tears halting in this brief moment. Iroh caught on and his face dropped too.

"Oops," he uncomfortably chuckled. "I was not meant to mention that."

Your mind ran wild, thinking about the fact that Zuko cared enough to tell Iroh how vulnerable he was with you. How he had said he loved you. As you opened your mouth to question more, Iroh spoke,

"Look, y/n, I was not meant to say that, but between you and me, I've never seen Zuko so distraught after you left. And I don't want to tell you this to make you harbor more guilt than you probably already have, but I'm telling you for you to know that if he cared that much previously, then he still does now. Give it time. A lot can change in two weeks."

You looked away, thinking about how certain you were that Zuko didn't want anything to do with you. You spent three years believing that you'd never see him again, and suddenly you get two weeks with him and you're dying for things to go back to the way they were. It was a realization that was hard to accept. But it was the truth. You missed him so deeply it hurt, and if you spent the rest of your life not seeing him and believing that you were capable of doing that, then you'd be lying to yourself.

"I- I didn't know he was so upset." You looked at Iroh again, your eyes filled with even more tears. "I wish- I wish I could speak to him. I just want to explain. I just need to get it off my chest." You were shocked at every word escaping your mouth, the emotions previously buried by your new life in the Northern Water Tribe.

"I won't even get a chance to speak to him properly, he's probably gonna avoid me at every chance he gets these next two weeks," you continued as Iroh watched you, his breath rising before speaking.

"I know my nephew and he's changed a lot. Despite this, he is still, deep down, the same Zuko. You just need the right chances to speak to him."

"How? Where will I even get those chances from?" You spoke hopelessly.

Iroh chuckled. "Why do you think I have you sleeping in the palace, y/n?"

You looked at him, your eyes squinting at him as you caught onto his 'plan'.

"Tomorrow, there is a party in the palace for Zuko's third anniversary of his coronation. Now usually, you would not be invited as a Water Tribe emissary. However, it does help when the Fire Lord is your nephew." Iroh smirks as he speaks. "Zuko hates these kinds of parties. He'll come around to you."

After your conversation, Iroh stood up, shocked at the time and the fact that you both needed sleep. As you both began saying goodbyes for the night, you spoke,

"See you tomorrow at the party, and thank you again Iroh."

He looked confused, chuckling after you spoke.

"Me? I don't head to these kinds of parties. It's a much younger crowd. When you get to my age you don't enjoy that kind of... wildness, anymore." He laughed as he turned to walk to the door. As he opened it, the candle light from your room spilling out into the hallway, Iroh turned back and spoke once more.

"It'll all be okay, y/n. You two will find your way back to each other." His voice was sincere as he exited your room, shutting the door behind him.

The next day was centered around your work. The real reason why you came to the Fire Nation. You couldn't let your mind get side tracked. It was difficult concentrating with the awful sleep you had last night, but one look at the archives of the Fire Nation got you excited. You remembered why you love what you do.

The day consisted of mostly helping catalog damaged relics in a side wing of the palace museum. The museum was fascinating. One of the largest existing collections spread across the world that existed right in your homeland. Or.. birth place? It was hard to know what to call the Fire Nation after you left.

Regardless, the museum was huge and quite possibly the largest collection in existence. Apart from talks surrounding an "ancient underground library" which sounded totally fictional to you.

As the day was closing into night, you decided to take a stroll though the Fire Nation capital, hoping to relive memories that, although seemed too difficult to face, you secretly longed for. You passed the vendors on the street, the bustling of children running wild and the smell of fire flakes filling the air. It was a shocking sight. Everything was so much livelier. Every one was so much happier. Everything must've changed after the war ended.

It wasn't until you heard a group of vendors chatting as you walked past, eavesdropping onto their conversation that you realized the cause. But it took you by surprise.

They were discussing Fire Lord Zuko and how incredible he had been for not only the Fire Nation, but the entire world. They spoke about how opening and welcoming he was to other cultures. How progressive he was compared to his father. They adored him. His people adored him. And you had never heard of him being spoken so highly about by people that weren't working for him. You heard discussions of his sternness and intimidating demeanor, yet despite this, he so clearly prevailed and evidently did what was best for his nation. 'For your nation,' the voice in your head spoke.

It was quite a sight, the new Fire Nation that brimmed with pride and happiness. The population's desire for peace was fulfilled by Zuko. You couldn't help feel proud.

As you made it back to the palace to eat dinner and begin getting ready for the party later, you thought back to Iroh's words. 'Wildness' was what he specifically used to describe the party. What the hell were you in for tonight? As you changed into a long, flowing red skirt with a paired tight, red cropped top, you bedazzled yourself with jewelry and arm bands. You hadn't seen yourself in Fire Nation attire for three years, let alone in the color red, and damn did you look good in red.

There wasn't any harm in looking your best, right? Even if your best meant slightly sexy.

As you entered the grand room where the party was held, you instantly understood what Iroh meant by 'wildness'. Music blared loudly as performers and exotic dancers took over across the space of the room, performing and moving around the crowd that occupied the floor. Seating areas were spread around the room, allowing those that wanted more 'private' time with the exotic dancers to have a chance.

Half the seating areas your eyes grazed on consisted of a guy making out with a performer and other women sat on his friends or the people around. In the middle of the room, there was a large oval shaped bar that many people sat at, taking shots as everyone cheered and chatter threatened to over take the volume of the music. You knew people in the Fire Nation knew how to party, but this was something else.

None of this seemed like Zuko's type of thing at all, and upon the thought entering your mind, your eyes started darting around to look for him. You couldn't help it.

Finally after searching, you saw him sat on a raised platform on the other side of the room with cushions and seating spread across the floor. He sat in the center, lazily eyeing the party in front of him looking incredibly bored, while a beautiful girl draped her leg over his, as she sat next to him.

Was she an exotic dancers? Or maybe a woman he was involved with? Even just sexually? You halted the thoughts as they came out, realizing that jealousy would get you no where tonight.

Then plan tonight was to get him in a place where you could apologize and be vulnerable. Simple enough right?

As you walked to the bar, eager to get a drink and distract yourself from the sight of another girl touching Zuko, someone came and stood next to you at the bar.

It was like you could feel his entire presence creep up on you, instantly shooting your head left, knowing it was Zuko without having seen him.

It was the first time you saw him up close since arriving in the Fire Nation and he was even better looking than you remembered, still with his cursed scar that you always thought was beautiful.

Your eyes met the side of his face as he kept his head forward, speaking roughly to greet you.

"What are you doing here?" His voice was cold and annoyed, so you decided to answer in a witty tone.

"Ahhhh! Fire Lord Zuko." Every word in his title was enunciated. "Lovely of you to step down from you duties up there and come join us common folk at the bar!" You didn't get a laugh out of him. Instead he turned his head towards you briefly, his irritated look growing on his face. You knew he wouldn't budge until he got an answer.

"Fine. Iroh invited me." He looked straight ahead once more after your response and quickly ordered 4 shots.

"Funny, I didn't realize my uncle could invite someone to a party he's not even attending." Shit. Maybe you shouldn't have mentioned Iroh's name. You didn't want him to be in trouble. Zuko continued, his eyes refusing to make eye contact with you.

"Well, stay if you want. Although I doubt you'd get along with anyone here seeing as they're all Fire Nation and you're... well.. from the Water Tribe." Asshole. He was going to milk this. His voice was filled with mockery just as it was in the throne room yesterday. But god, it hurt.

Before you could reply, Zuko grabbed the tray of shots served in front of him and began heading back up to his spot on the platform where that girl waited for him. After you ordered a drink and a shot, desperate to get through this night, you peered up at Zuko, your eyes met with the sight of him sat down, feeding the woman a shot, while her hand rested on his leg. Suddenly he seemed so interested in her.

A sharp pain met your chest as you felt your heart sink, the sight of Zuko giving attention like that to another girl incredibly painful. Even if it shouldn't be.

You downed your drink quickly, rushing back to the bar to get another as you watched Zuko speak to the girl from the corner of your eye. That was until, a voice spoke to you.

"Hey, you don't look familiar. Are you from around here?" Right as you and Zuko made eye contact, you looked away, giving your attention to the man in front of you.

A difficult question to answer. 'Are you from around here?'

"Hi. Uhhh, no not from around here. I'm an emissary from the Northern Water Tribe." The guy looked at you confused.

"Whooaaa." He slurred slightly. "What's an emissary?"

You brows furrowed at his stupid question and you found your eyes darting to where Zuko was sat, his eyes watching you intently.

"Its uhhhh-" your gaze snapped back to the man in front of you. "Never mind. Its boring. I'm y/n, what's your name?" Your sultry voice was put on as you spoke to the mediocre looking guy in front of you, you hand stretched out to shake his. You would show Zuko just how well you could get along with people of your own homeland.

"I'm Chan." Before he could finish his sentence, his hand grabbed yours but not to shake it. Instead he pulled you in to kiss you on the cheek as he continued, "What a beautiful name. For a beautiful girl."

As he kissed your cheek, you eyes darted up to Zuko who was watching you with a strong gaze, a hint of irritation showing on his face towards Chan. Right as he saw you watching, he turned away to face the girl on his right, his hand now trailing up and down her arm.

Asshole. He's doing this on purpose.

As you watched Zuko trail his fingers around the girl's arm and collar bone while speaking to her, your gaze was broken by Chan as your eyes darted to him while he spoke,

"Can I buy you a drink, y/n?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

The next half an hour consisted of taking multiple shots with Chan, while Zuko did the same with the woman at his side, a waiter constantly bringing them shots.

Why'd he even bother to come down to the bar if someone could bring him drinks? Was it to find out why you were at the party? To display his annoyance at you?

As you drank more, so did Zuko and that half an hour became the weirdest unspoken 'competition' between you two.

Every time one of you would see the other do something to the person with them, you would both try and one-up it. Zuko would lean close to the woman, whispering in her ear before slowly gazing over at you to make sure you saw it. You would then start laughing loudly, lightly punching Chan in the chest exclaiming how funny he was despite not even saying anything funny. Every time something happened, the other person had to compete, your gazes somehow always meeting each other right after.

It wasn't until the girl climbed into Zuko's lap, her cleavage practically shoved in his face with him staring at it, did you realize you had to go bigger. You had to do something more. Something that would affect him.

You excused yourself to the bathroom, where you took off your top and began unbinding your chest, letting the fabric unravel so your nipples could print through your shirt. You knew it would get to Zuko. More importantly, though, you weren't even thinking straight. The shots had started getting to your head and you couldn't process the pettiness of what you were doing.

Walking out of the bathroom to meet Chan again, you could feel a few lingering eyes from men around meeting your chest, your hard nipples poking through the thin red fabric. As Zuko's eyes met yours again, you saw the exact moment his face dropped when his gaze met your chest. Whatever you attempted to do had worked.

You turned your gaze onto Chan again, laughing vibrantly and letting your cleavage slowly bob up and down. You could feel Zuko's gaze penetrating through Chan and onto you, but you didn't even look at him. Instead, you let Zuko watch as Chan looked down to your chest and he spoke to you with his eyes on your tits. It felt wrong. It felt dirty. But in this moment all of these doubts about the situation disappeared. Once Zuko saw. That was the excuse in your now drunken mind.

In the next few seconds, everything happened so quickly. You couldn't hold it anymore so you peered over Chan's shoulder, with him too drunk to even notice all the times you were looking at Zuko. Unfortunately, whatever you thought Zuko would be doing to the girl as a counter to your jab at him, couldn't amount to the shock on your face when your gaze peered over to him. Kissing her with his tongue down her throat.

You felt sick to your stomach. Seeing that happen in front of you was gut wrenching and before you knew it, in an instance you were darting out of the party into the grand hallway, without even saying bye to Chan. Whoever the hell he was anyways.

You felt the tears coming and looked for the first door you could find. Anywhere where you could slip away privately. As you opened the door, you were met with what seemed to be like a study. A room full of bookshelves with a desk and couch.

It didn't matter what kind of room it was anyway, so long as it was empty. As you slipped through the door into the dimly lit smaller space, the tears instantly began flowing and the image of Zuko kissing another girl in front of you became one of the most painful sights in your life. You couldn't believe he would go that far. To make you watch it.

Sure, it was one thing to take off your bra bindings and have your nipples print out of your top, but to kiss the other person? Maybe none of this was about a competition. Maybe Zuko just liked her enough.

As you found a space on the couch in the study, you let your tears flow even more, desperately wanting to get out of the Fire Nation. It had only been one day and it was too overwhelming. You couldn't stop your thoughts from spilling out as your mind went through every single emotion you'd experienced tonight. You sat there and sobbed.

Suddenly, the door to the study swung open and shut quickly, Zuko now standing in the study with you as you shot up from the couch trying to hide the fact that you were crying. Before you spoke, you noticed that Zuko hadn't even seen you there yet, his eyes closed as his back faced the door.

His eyes remained closed and a few moments later, you could see his jaw quivering, the sight of him about to cry taking you aback. You had to speak. You had to say something.

"Zuko?"

His eyes shot open, the sadness wiped from his face as he jumped from the sound of your voice.

"Jesus Christ, y/n, what the fuck are you doing in here?" He actually said your name. You watched as his eyes narrowed on your face for a brief second, confusion taking over before relaxing his features. He could tell you were crying.

"Same thing as you, it seems." You sniffled. His eyes narrowed on you again, this time out of anger, before speaking.

"Get out." His voice was angry and full of hatred as he walked over to his desk.

"What the fuck? So you finally remember my name instead of calling me 'the emissary' and now I have to get out?"

He turned to face you. "Get. Out. You're in the Fire Lord's study without his permission. My fucking study." Zuko always cursed more when he drank. "So get. Out. I-"

You cut him off "What the fuck was all of that about? In there?" Your head nodded to the door to hint at the party with your bold question.

He swallowed as he held eye contact with you.

Seconds passed, no answer from him as he continued staring at you. You raised your eyebrows and shook your head at him, pushing for an answer that he was struggling to give.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He finally replied. A pathetic reply.

You were in disbelief. He was going to play this game.

You inhaled sharply. "You don't know what I'm talking about yet you started it?"

"I didn't start anything. I was enjoying myself at my party."

"Yeah sure, because the Zuko I know loves huge parties in his honor and making out with the hired exotic dancers," you sarcastically replied. You waited for his reply, wondering if he would confirm that the girl he made out with was simply working the party or if she meant more to him.

"She's not-" he paused and exhaled loudly. "Why do you care who I make out with?"

You squinted your eyes trying to gauge him. Maybe she was just a dancer. He didn't seem to argue otherwise.

"I don't. It's just funny to me that you made out with her to get back at me." You were pushing your luck. You were testing the waters. You needed to hear his answer.

But his instant response was to laugh. Loudly.

"You think I made out with a dancer to get back at you? What do I have to get back at you for?" His face warped into composure, hard to read, before he spoke. "I don't care about you."

Your chest sank. Now you felt embarrassed and you didn't know how to reply. How to go about this. If there was one thing you knew for sure, it was that there was no way that could've been true.

"You have so much to get back at me for..." You inhaled and exhaled sharply, preparing yourself to address the elephant in the room. "I left you."

Three simple words that, despite Zuko's response, seemed to shatter the tension in the room.

"That was three years ago. Do you really think I still care?" He spoke with annoyance in his voice. Disgust, almost.

You were taken aback. You didn't expect him to deny everything.

"Of course you fucking care. You keep bringing up the fact that I'm 'from the Water Tribe' to make me feel like shit for leaving for the North." You spoke your words through your teeth, almost like properly addressing these things was too heavy.

Zuko did the same thing. "You are from the Northern Water Tribe aren't you? So what's the problem?" He was trying to be an asshole.

"You're doing it to upset me." You raised your voice loudly, until Zuko snapped back, killing you inside.

"I'm doing it because you're a fucking filthy water bender."

If you thought it could get any worse before, you were wrong. This was rock bottom. Your initial feeling was shock. He wasn't supposed to know you were a water bender. Nobody in the Fire Nation knew. But you couldn't even question it because secondary to your shock, pain seeped through your chest, spreading to the entirety of your body. His words spewed out like venom and they were definitely venomous. They were evil. But you knew they weren't truly how he felt.

As you choked up trying to hold in tears, you replied, softly. "You don't really think that. That I'm filthy." You spoke as if you were trying to convince yourself.

"Oh really?" He replied.

"Yeah. Really." You tried to stay strong. To prove that he wasn't being honest.

"You want to know how much I think that? The fact that I can even say we've been intimate... The fact that I've done those things with someone who was a water bender. It makes me feel sick to my stomach."

You knew Zuko had a temper, but this was cruel.

A tear fought its way out of one of your eyes as it dropped down. You wiped it away quickly before speaking, "You don't mean that. I hear how your subjects speak about you. How much has changed after the war. You don't hate water benders and you never did." It took everything in you to stop your voice from shaking. Zuko noticed your tear and his features softened quickly enough to miss it, before warping back to being stern.

"Oh is that true? Then how come you never told me you were one? Especially with how much I 'don't hate them'?"

He was hurt. You could hear it in his voice no matter how much he tried to pretend he didn't care.

Before you could speak, it was like he snapped and let the river holding back just flow. "I should've known it anyways. That night. The night we went skinny dipping. I had kicked your nose accidentally and it was bleeding so much I had never seen that much blood before from a nose injury. And then suddenly you duck under water and it's all gone? How did I not fucking see it then? I suspected something was up, but you know what was so funny? My initial thought was if anything was up she would tell me. That you would tell me everything. I believed that. God, I was fucking naive."

He was panting now. Like it all came out in one breath and he didn't bother to pause and breathe. Like it was a confession waiting to escape.

Alcohol always brought you and Zuko in situations like these.

It was silent in the room as Zuko caught his breath. You didn't expect all of that to come out of his mouth.

"I thought you didn't care." Your sentence was cautious.

He snapped away from the desk and began pacing slowly around a small space in the study. His hands lifted up, running through the top of his hair while it remained in his topknot, some pieces of hair falling out gently.

"Fuck, y/n. I don't..." He paused, thinking. "I usually don't." Now you were confused. He continued, "Fuck, I don't know. Being around you is doing something to me. I never thought I'd see you again. And now this is too much. Whatever happened inside that party between us was too much."

So he did know what you were referring to. Of course he did.

You replied, "I know it was weird and.. really inappropriate... but you took it to another level. It didn't have to get like that. You could've just dropped it."

His eyes that were once staring down at the floor now snapped up to you. He rambled again, "I could've dropped it? No I fucking couldn't. You came out with your fucking nipples on display and I just don't know what happened. I had to do something. Fuck. And then I bolted. That was the worst feeling ever. That was my first kiss since you and I was so upset and-" He froze, his face dropping and snapping up to yours. He didn't meant to say that.

His first kiss since you? You didn't know how to react. You felt selfish and for a second you felt relief, but by his reaction, he didn't want you to know and all your relief was suddenly wiped away.

He looked angry again. He shook his head, like he was disappointed in himself. "Everything was fine until you showed up. I didn't care."

You were speechless this whole time, standing there in shock as all of these confession spewed out of his mouth.

"Zuko, I'm sorry," you spoke as your voice shook, threatening to break down.

"I thought you said I started it tonight." He looked at you.

This was your time to apologize.

"No. I'm sorry for everything. For leaving. For not telling you anything. For hurting you like that. I wish I could tell you everything but we'd be here all night. For now I just want to say that nothing broke me more than hearing you say 'I love you' and not saying it back." You paused for a moment, your voice somber in your reply as your eyes fell to the floor. "I should've said it back."

This time, that was your confession. And it was heavy. The entire atmosphere shifted and suddenly it was like you two remembered each other again. Who you two were in your presences.

You lifted your head to see his reaction and he stood there, a few feet away from you breathing heavily. His face was a contortion of confusion, pain and slight yearning before his breath picked up even more.

Suddenly you two were closer, having closed the gap slightly during your conversation and now you were just staring at each other, analyzing the look on each of your faces. And that was when you both decided that your emotions matched for a moment. It was yearning. It was a question. And then it was an answer.

In a split second, like you could both read the other's minds, you began walking towards each other. Quickly.

And your lips came crashing down on top of each other.

The kiss was hot and sweaty, your hands both hurriedly running through each other's faces and hair while your tongues danced together, not shy at all.

The kiss tasted like home. Like that minty, vanilla taste that you missed and dreamed about still to this day. You couldn't even process what was happening until Zuko pulled away suddenly. Just as quickly as you two kissed.

Now the weight of everything hit you and it felt like you were dreaming. This was not meant to happen. You were so fucking happy as your heart danced in your chest, but the look on his face dimmed your heart for a second and you started to become worried.

He was pacing the room again, his hands running through his hair, letting even more pieces fall out of his once tight top knot. He clearly did not enjoy that kiss as much as you did.

Suddenly his pacing stopped as he looked towards the door, almost talking to himself.

"Fuck. That was a mistake."

Your heart sank for the millionth time tonight. Sadness pooled inside you but was briefly followed by anger.

"Oh. Right. Because I'm a filthy water bender."

His eyes darted up to meet yours and he swallowed. "I shouldn't have done that because I don't care about you anymore."

There it was again. That lie. To which he followed up with something that actually stung as your whole world shattered.

"I just miss the idea of you. Not you... I felt nothing from that kiss."

It was futile attempting to stop your tears. They instantly started streaming down your face and now you were properly crying in front of him. What the hell was going on? You finally got to feel his lips on yours once again, the action making your heart soar, yet for him he felt nothing? You couldn't believe it. And you couldn't stop crying.

Suddenly your sobs were audible and you had to reach a hand up to cover your mouth, stifling them in the process.

Zuko watched as you stood in the dim light of his study, sobbing. And instead of comforting you as he always used to do, he straightened up, dusted off his shirt and spoke with that stern voice again.

"You are to finish off the rest of your duties as the Water Tribe emissary in the palace but this will never happen again. This thing between us is strictly professional now."

You continued sobbing and he spoke again, cutting you even more.

"And if I hear you bring up anything about the past we used to have then I won't be afraid to expel you from the Fire Nation, relieving you of your duties."

What the fuck. His mouth was like a knife and it just kept cutting. He didn't even seem to care.

His eyes gazed on you once more as your knees struggled to keep you up, snot and tears covering your entire face as your hand continued stifling your sobs. Or what it could stifle, anyway, as they grew louder.

With his last look at you he exhaled and turned towards the door, exiting the room.

You dropped to your knees forcefully and cried the rest of the night out in the study until you were sore.

a/n: thank you guys so much for reading:) after this will be book 2 part 2, which i THINK will be the last part of this whole series. but don't hold me to that. i over write sometimes LOL. anyways stay tuuuned! Edit on Nov 6th: working on it rn but life so busy so just gimme a few days xxxx

tags: @randomfan218-blog

[mila-uchiha]

The Things We Keep ⁺◦ Book 1: Fire, Part 2 ⁺◦ Zuko x fem!reader

a/n: hi people! thanks for reading. part 1 can be found here and this is the final part for book 1. after this there will be a time jump into book 2:) if you love yearning you will LOVE this series of fics i'm doing lol. edit: writing this after finishing the fic. holy fuck this is the best thing i have ever written in my life. i'm getting giddy at my own fic. edit: book 2, part 1 can be found here

world: for context of the au the story takes place in, read the 'world' blurb in the part 1 post.

warnings: NSFW (minors dni!), lotssss of sexual themes, oral sex, rough sex, throat fucking, etc etc mentions of alcohol,

word count: 8.3k... LOOOL wut

Everything was weird after that night.

When you and Zuko got back to the ship after skinny dipping, he insisted he would help you with the injury to your nose, but you didn't know how to tell him that it was completely fine. You didn't want to. You both disappeared into your separate rooms and that was the last time he brought it up. It was like he knew something was up, either from the way you were acting or from the bleeding stopping so quickly.

The next day, he didn't even ask if it was fine, whether it was hurting anymore or not, whether you were okay. Hell, he didn't speak to you at all. It was like the night before never happened. Something that would just forever exist inside your imagination and fickle memory, skinny dipping and all.

As the days went by, your conversations with Zuko were kept short. Fortunately for you, you were very occupied with your research in preparation for the significant expedition that you were partaking in with Iroh in two weeks time.

The week before the expedition, it had already been around 10 days since you and Zuko went skinny dipping together, and by this point nothing was back to normal. Conversation was kept to a minimum, you weren't seeing him very often, and you most certainly were not climbing into his bed at night after a nightmare. Neither was he. 10 days without sleeping next to each other at all, despite doing so 2 or 3 times a week prior to that night.

It wasn't that you didn't want to. It wasn't that you weren't getting the nightmares. It was just that, although you didn't want to admit it, something that night was severed between the two of you, and it manifested itself in the form of lack of contact and closeness, especially at night. There would be times where you would lie awake at night in your own bed, wishing you could just go and knock on his door, crawl into his bed and bury your face in his neck. But you couldn't.

That night, the week before the expedition, you went to sleep repeating '10 days' to yourself in your head. It was eating you alive. You didn't realize how much comfort he brought to you. What it meant to spend the night next to his warm body as his hands spoke a thousand words wrapped up around you. You knew it wasn't healthy and that you needed a better outlet, especially considering he evidently did not see you as anything more than friends, but it was hard to just let go of it that easily. Even if 10 days didn't seem like much. As you drifted off to sleep, moonlight seeping through the cracks in the curtains, you couldn't fully relax, your heart beating fast as you slept alone.

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Panic.

Fear filled your chest as you watched the ocean turn into two long tentacles, dragging your mother and father down into the vastness during the storm. Your voice was hoarse from screaming. Anything to stop it from happening in front of you. You panicked on the ship until the water rose once again, wrapping around you and attempting to drag you down as well.

You looked to your left and there was Zuko, dressed in his prestigious, formal, Fire Nation royal attire as he simply watched without helping. You screamed for help until your voice couldn't handle it anymore, and as you were about to be sucked under the water, unable to breathe anymore, you watched Zuko turn his back to you and walk away.

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You shot up in your bed, drenched in sweat as your heart rate hit unbearable numbers per minute. You looked around and realized you were in your room, on Zuko's ship. Safe. Confusion filled your head as your mind went empty for a second, but after that second was over, every emotion felt in the dream struck you at once. You burst into a violent, quiet sob, your hands shooting up to cover your eyes and shield yourself from the outside world.

You cried for half an hour straight, your body struggling to get air through your hiccuped inhales. You couldn't take it anymore. You needed comfort. You needed relief. You needed Zuko. You looked over to the clock next to your bed, 3:45 AM it read, but before you could even allow your mind to protest, you stood up and were heading to Zuko's room.

It was crazy, it was stupid and it would probably end in you being even more upset. But it was something. You couldn't stay in your bed alone anymore for the night. You stepped out of your door, shutting it softly as you turned to the door right in front of yours. You didn't knock, but as you opened it gently, peeking your head through, it was not what you were expecting at all.

Zuko's entire body moved quickly upon the sound of the door opening, as if he was caught doing something he shouldn't have been doing, his face full of surprise as his hand yanked up and lay next to him. Before you could even process his actions, your eyes caught a glimpse of the light that gently decorated the atmosphere in his room. Candles.

He had candles burning? At 3:45 in the morning? Was he still awake? Your mind ran confused, but was quickly taken over by the fact that you were pretty sure you walked in on Zuko pleasuring himself in his bed.

"Y/n?" Zuko said, his voice coarse. "W-what are you doing?"

You stepped into his room and shut the door behind you, before properly acknowledging the 6 candles he had lit, scattered across the room.

"Are you still awake?" Your brows furrowed as you spoke.

"Um, yeah... I haven't been sleeping well recently."

What was about 4 seconds of silence felt like an hour as the two of you stared at each other, him lying in his bed on his back propped up by his elbows, and you standing by his door, weary of taking a further step into his room. You inhaled deeply before you spoke, your voice soft, "Look Zuko, I know things are weird between us recently, and I have no fucking idea why, but I'm a mess right now and I wouldn't have come if I didn't... need you.."

His eyebrows raised, as if he was in shock. "Um, yeah.. yeah of course, come in," he spoke as he scooted himself over on his bed, closer to the wall to give you space.

You walked towards his bed, apprehensively climbing in as you were uncertain about the whole 'walking in on him pleasuring himself' situation. Your sadness was buried in the back of your head for a few moments as you tried to stop your cheeks from turning a bright pink. Zuko. Pleasuring himself. It was not a situation you ever pictured yourself being nearby enough to witness. Well, not witness exactly, but more so to be there as he frantically tries to stop once he hears someone coming.

You shuffled yourself into his bed, adjusting yourself properly as Zuko turned to face you. You were both now lying in his bed on your sides, facing each other, with a considerable amount of space in between you. 'God, this is so awkward.' you thought to yourself. You wondered if he knew that you suspected he was touching himself. You wondered if his cock was still hard in this moment. You wondered if-

"Are you okay?" He broke your thought process as he spoke, the light from the candles flickering on his beautiful face. Your mind snapped back to reality.

"Honestly.. no. That was one of the worst dreams I've ever had. I just had to come to your room. I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing?" He replied.

"Well, I didn't know if.. you'd want me here.."

"Of course I do. I haven't been sleeping well recently either," he paused. "Hence me being awake at this time."

"It's really late, you should try and get some sleep," you hesitated. "You must be so bored at night staying up until this time."

His eyes looked away as he spoke, his voice rough, "I keep busy. It's fine."

"What were you doing before I came in?" Your heart skipped a beat as you asked the question. You were pushing it.

He didn't answer. his eyes that were once looking away now met your gaze. But there was nothing but silence. You didn't know what came over you in that moment, but you questioned again, this time being bolder than before,

"You were... pleasuring yourself... weren't you..." The question came out more like a statement. His eyes widened ever so slightly, as he stared at you for two more seconds before turning onto his back, his head purposefully turned away from you. "This is weird," he replied, bluntly and coarsely. Fuck. You fucked it up and pushed too far. Of course he would find it weird. You were his best friend.

"I'm sorry," you spoke as you continued to face him on your side. Seconds passed and right before you were about to turn away and say goodnight, his head turned closer to you and was now staring up at the ceiling.

"Yeah. I was." Oh? He answered? You didn't know what got into you, but you pushed even more.

"Oh... W-what were you thinking about?" His gaze remained fixed on the ceiling as he huffed a quick laugh and then spoke, "You wouldn't.. believe me if I told you."

What? What did he mean? This was foreign territory for the two of you. And you didn't know how to react. Suddenly, he turned onto his side, this time closer than before, facing you once again before you spoke,

"You can.. continue if you want... you know.." Your eyes darted around the room, too shy to maintain eye contact with him in this moment.

He looked confused. "You mean, as in you'll leave?"

"...Only if you want me to."

His eyebrows raised again, confusion subtly plastered across his face. "And what's the other option?" His voice was low. "You stay here while I touch myself?"

You were not this type of person and you had never been in this situation before with a friend. What the hell was going on? But before you could even protest against your boldness, you gave the most brazen answer you could think of.

"Yes."

Somehow in this time since he was facing you on his side again, you two had inched closer together than before. It wasn't until you said 'yes' and heard him exhale through his nose, did you feel his breath on your face. He was only inches away as the two of you stared at each other intensely.

This time, the eye contact did not break. Seconds passed as you held his gaze, both of your breaths deepening and speeding up. Yours out of anxiety and excitement. His out of... Well, you weren't entirely sure. His gaze dropped to your lips for half a second, subtle enough that you could've missed it, but you didn't. You did the same. You let your eyes trace over the line that lead down from his eyes to his lips, holding your gaze on his lips. What did you have to lose? He swallowed, aware of the attention on his mouth in the moment as your eyes rose back up to meet his. It wasn't until then that you realized you two were even closer. When did you get this close?

Slowly, you saw his lips part subtly, his breath reaching yours as you slightly parted your lips almost instantly after. Your breaths were now wrapped up in each other, a mix of mint and sweetness as your eyebrows furrowed, yearning for his mouth as the speed of your breath increased.

Your heads began inching towards each other, millimeter by millimeter as your breaths continued. Before your mouths could collide, you both paused, his lips brushing yours gently for a second that felt like eons, before he allowed his lips to crash onto yours, inhaling sharply in the process. You stayed in the kiss, no movement yet as you both relished in the feeling of your lips touching. As you pulled away, a smooching sound made in the process, you both made eye contact, your breaths heavy.

It was almost affirmative. It was a question. A need. A drive to satisfy your hunger. No words were spoken but it was almost like in those two seconds, an entire conversation was had. One where you were on the same page.

Your lips crashed together again, but this time forcefully, your hand instantly grabbing the back of his neck as his own met your cheek. It was no longer a peck. This was wild. It was passionate. And it was animalistic. There was no control between the two of you. It started off with passionate fast pecks, your grip on each other tightening, before you felt his tongue slide your lips open and into your mouth to meet yours. A very gentle moan escaped your mouth upon the feeling of his tongue and his grip on your cheek tightened. Now you were heavily making out, your tongues gliding beneath each other as you two kissed like it was breathing. Like you were running out of breath and this was the only way to relieve yourselves.

Suddenly, you found yourself moving to get on top of him and as you let your crotch rest on him, you felt his hard length beneath you. You sucked in a sharp inhale, breaking the kiss to look down at what your clit was resting on top of. Through the fabric of his pants you could see the outline of his cock as it was pushed slightly to the side and the feeling of it beneath you, brushing up against you, made your clit throb as you stared down.

"Y/n, are you okay?" He noticed you staring. The sound of his voice made your head snap back up towards him. Suddenly, everything became real. Fuck. Zuko was underneath you right now. His cock was underneath you. The taste of his lips on yours. It was surreal and it took everything in you to form proper sentences.

"I-m, I'm fine. I'm just in shock, th-at's all," you replied. His right hand reached up to hold your cheek.

"We don't have to do this you know," His voice was rough, but fuck, it was hot. You huffed a laugh out as you leaned in again, "Shut up," and your lips were back on his again. Except this time, you grinded your hips forward so that your clit rubbed against his hard length. He let out a moan, the sound of his voice in pleasure sending a shiver up your spine.

As you continued kissing, you felt his hand slide up underneath the hem of your shirt and find its way right underneath your tit, gently squeezing your rib. Breaking the kiss, you whispered against his mouth out of breath, "Take it off." His eyes met yours for a second before rushing to free you of the shirt that you sleep in, your hands rising up so he can guide it off of you. With your shirt now off, you could feel the cool air from the room gliding over you, your nipples perking up as you felt self conscious, realizing it was Zuko, your best friend, that was seeing you bare.

His eyes found your tits as he propped himself to sit up, his right hand resting behind him, holding him up. "Fuck," he muttered, before lifting his left hand to graze over your nipple. The sensation made you arch your back, your clit throbbing as you watched. Suddenly, his mouth met your nipple, at first sucking gently while your hands gripped onto his hair. By now, you couldn't wait, you couldn't be shy, you were so wet for him that you started roughly grinding your hips on his cock once more, fabric still in between you both. You could feel him shake as his cock twitched, his eyes staring up at you while his tongue did circles around your left nipple.

With him already shirtless, his preferred way to sleep, all that was left was to take off his pants and underwear, the thought of what could be underneath plaguing your mind as you watch him fondle your tits. Grinding your hips on him again, you spoke, "Zuko, I need you. Fuck. I need all of you." His mouth rose to meet yours, "I know y/n but... god I need to hear you moan. Just once even, need to hear what you sound like when you're being pleasured." The way he spoke had you dripping. He was burning with desire. Suddenly, he flipped you onto your back, his hands tugging at the shorts and underwear you still had on, leaving you completely bare.

Your legs stayed shut, Zuko's eyes meeting yours as he rested both his hands on your knees and pulled them apart, "Let me see y/n, I need to see," and when he finally got your legs spread right in front of him, he moved back a bit, taking it all in. "Fuck," he kneeled in front of you as he stared at your wet opening, his hands reaching down to stroke himself through his pants, "So fucking pretty." You watched him as he moved his hand up and down his shaft from outside his pants, the sight making you wetter by the moment. Suddenly, he spoke, "You wanted to know what I was touching myself to earlier?... Fuck. It was you."

Your cheeks went pink, the thought of him pleasuring himself to you? It was unfathomable. He could see your shyness, "That day, the day we went skinny dipping, the sight of your ass and bare back facing me while you were walking out of the water. We got back and I touched myself to the thought of it until I came. God, I felt so ashamed I couldn't talk to you. And then I did it again, and then again tonight." You were shocked, you didn't know what to say. There was a reason why he was so distant after that night. He continued, "Just need to hear you moan. I've been thinking about what you would sound like this whole time." His hand lifted off his trousers as he knelt down, his face in front of your opening.

Slowly, he lowered his head as he pressed a soft kiss to your sensitive clit, making your hips buck up. He huffed, knowing what he was doing to you. His thumb met your clit now, circling it slowly as you let out your first proper moan, the noise echoing against the walls of his bedroom. "That's it," he continued circling, only this time faster, "Let me hear you. Fuck, my cock is twitching."

You couldn't hold it in, the breathy moans escaping while he played with your clit. You felt his thumb raise, upset at the lack of sensation that only lasted a second before his tongue met your clit, flicking it back and forth as you let out a loud moan, your hands rushing to grip his hair. He slipped a finger inside of you, your wetness coating him as he moved his finger to hit your G-spot. Your moans grew louder, his pace faster as you couldn't stay quiet. "Oh my god, Zuko. Fuck, right there please." You pleaded. You continued moaning his name, his hips grinding into his mattress as he licked your cunt, the action clearly turning him on as well.

As you perked your head up, about to tell him that he was going to make you cum soon, there was a knock at the door.

The two of you frantically moved, your legs closing and darting under the covers, your entire body naked as Zuko quickly sat up murmuring swear words, before someone spoke. Iroh.

"Zuko, it's time for training, don't tell me you are late again." His voice reached through the door. Fuck. If we could hear him so easily, then.... The thought of your moans being loud enough for people on the ship to hear. Not. Good.

Zuko rushed to reply, "Coming now, I overslept!" Before getting up quickly and throwing on clothes. He rushed to throw on a shirt for training, and with his back to you, lowered his pants, his boxers remaining on, as he changed into training pants.

He didn't say a word to you this whole time. God. Back to being awkward?? One minute you were moaning his name as his mouth met your clit, and the next he was changing and rushing to fix his hair without even speaking to you. It was almost as if he forgot that his best friend was just naked in his bed.

When he seemed like he was ready to leave, grabbing the rest of items he needed, you assumed he was going to head for the door and not say bye.

Instead, he turned towards you and bent down, bringing his mouth to your ear as he whispered slowly, "You're louder than I thought."

With that, he smirked, slipped into his shoes and headed out of the door without looking back.

Days passed since that morning, you and Zuko unable to properly speak about it or process it together. It felt slightly awkward between you two. Part of you felt embarrassed. It was everything you had ever wanted but then you had to leave the moment. Leave the emotions. If you could live in that state forever, it would've felt perfect. But you couldn't, and instead had to see Zuko for breakfast on the ship, in passing, for meetings. No time where you would be able to speak about it.

Not that you thought he even wanted to talk about it. He wasn't particularly cold with you, but maybe he felt the same? A bit embarrassed. It was a vulnerable state of yourselves you two showed each other that night and it was hard to be normal with each other after seeing certain things. Seeing him stroke himself through his pants at the sight of your wet opening. Him seeing you moan his name, begging for release as his tongue hit your clit. It wasn't exactly easy to just be normal and say hi in passing on the way to dinner.

At nights, you weren't able to sneak into each others rooms, your schedules not lining up with Zuko taking a trip with Iroh, still hunting the Avatar in a town where he was spotted. This meant you had to stay on the ship, not able to see him for days or even consider going into his room at night. The day he got back, you were so beyond excited, hoping he would reciprocate that energy, but when he entered the ship, you could see the scowl on his face.

"Bad luck with the Avatar?" you asked gently. He snapped his head towards you rage highlighted in his eyes. "Watch your next few fucking words carefully," he warned.

What the fuck? Asshole. That's what he was. And that's what he returned to. There was no way he was going to get any kind version of you after speaking to you like that. Like the version of Zuko that was rude and cold. That night, you didn't even bother thinking about entering his room.

The next day was your grand expedition with Iroh. Lasting a few days, you were both headed out to a stone temple far off the coast of the Nothern Water Tribe to document carvings and any history stored in the site. It wasn't particularly normal for Fire Nation to study Water Tribe history, but Iroh justified it by saying it was "cultural preservation". Either way, he knew you spoke multiple ancient dialects through your research, and from what your parents taught you as a child, so he insisted this would be one of the most important tasks he would give to you.

It could've been a quicker journey, however the temple was very far away from where Zuko's ship was stationed at the moment, making the journey take 4 days as a round trip. What you didn't know was that this trip would change your life.

Upon arriving at the temple after the long journey, it was humid, quiet and the sound of dripping water echoed through a half-collapsed corridor. The walls were carved with smooth, flowing patterns, heavily showcasing Water Tribe culture. As you both ventured deeper in, recording the markings on the stone tablets, you saw something you could never come back from.

Iroh stood next to you, a small flame in his hand as he held it out for light, murmuring something about craftsmanship in your ear. You finally reached a wall where a long mural showed a ceremonial procession. Water Tribe figures stood around a central figure holding twin vases of water, perhaps symbolizing the moon and ocean spirits Iroh muttered. Beneath them were names, most weathered away, except for two near the center.

That was when your entire heart dropped. The entire core of your being ripped. The two names that had not weathered. The two names that stood proud on the carvings. Your grandparents' names.

The next hour consisted of shock, denial, and arguing. All with Iroh involved. He looked upset at first, troubled, until you realized what it meant. He didn't want you to know. He knew. And he didn't want you to know... that your family was from the Water Tribe.

He pleaded for forgiveness. He couldn't bear seeing you in this state. "It was for your safety, you would be in so much danger had you known your origins. If you yourself believed you were from the Fire Nation, then so would everybody else. You have to trust me on this, y/n". He said that most of the Water Tribe translations and research he would have you do was to be closer to your home, indirectly. That even if you couldn't acknowledge it, you'd still have a part of you that was connected with your roots. You didn't know what to do with the overload of information. You demanded for him to tell you everything. And so he did.

Before Sozin’s Comet and the height of the war, the Northern Water Tribe sent a handful of scholars, artisans, and diplomats to the Fire Nation as part of early alliance talks or research exchanges. Your grandparents were among them, as highly ranked and valued members and they settled there peacefully and had children. When Sozin began his reign of terror, most Water Tribe citizens in the Fire Nation were forced to hide their origins, flee or risk being executed. You grandparents stayed, however, working under Iroh’s protection.

Iroh told you how he knew your grandparents, how he grew up with them as a young boy, fascinated by the work they do. He said they were like family to him, and the way they treated him showed they felt the same. He spoke of his ways in Ba Sing Se, his journey into the spirit world, all stating that had it not been for your grandparents, he would not have had the desire for knowledge and the acceptance of other life that he possessed.

He grew close with your parents, them being of similar age, and vowed to help conceal their identity no matter what. But with your parents being born in the Fire Nation, no amount of cultural research that they did once the war started amounted to actually visiting their roots.

That was the journey that killed them. The first time they tried to visit the Northern Water Tribe. Iroh spoke about the speculations surrounding the topic, how it was painful to say, but he knows someone had them killed. Someone in Fire Nation royalty. Someone in his family. In Zuko's family. You knew what he was suggesting, Fire Lord Ozai being the topic of discussion despite his name not being named. Zuko's father. Zuko's father potentionally killed your parents.

Iroh stated that 'whoever was behind the act' was unaware that you existed. That he thought it best to take you on board with him for Zuko's banishment. That way you could be protected. But he was worried. People were speculating about who your parents were. And he said it was only a matter of time before you would have to leave the Fire Nation, so if you were ever going to find out about this, it would have to be soon.

It was too much. Too much information to be given at once. For a topic that still plagued you with nightmares, you couldn't add all of this to the mix. You felt yourself breaking. Until your remembered something and your heart sank,

"Wait... please... please don't tell me that's why I was able to heal my bleeding nose.... I'm a... a water be-" Iroh gasped as you struggled to get the words out. He said he didn't know. He said it was impossible. That your family hadn't had a line of water benders in generations and your parents assured him that you'd be easy to take care of, should anything happen to them, considering you weren't a bender of any sorts. But perhaps you were. It was the only explanation.

Iroh's face sank as well, as panic struck you both. "Y/n, listen to me very carefully. You need to leave for the Northern Water Tribe. If you are a water bender, it complicates this matter further, and I am under strict instruction from your parents, should anything happen to you, you are to immediately head for the Northern Water Tribe. That the council there will take you in since you are a highly regarded grand daughter of their most valued scholars." You protested, you still couldn't allow the information to sink in. It was unlike anything you had ever felt before. Uproot your whole life? Your life that you had as a citizen of the Fire Nation? A life that consisted of culture formed by a country that wasn't yours? To uproot Iroh? Uproot Zuko?

Zuko. He would be distraught if he found out. Hell, forget distraught. Zuko would possibly try to have you killed. The crowned prince of the Fire Nation, the one who despises water benders, who highlights their weaknesses and laughs. How would he ever accept you? Especially with his father as the current Fire Lord. Everything was ruined. You were in danger staying in the Fire Nation if you were a water bender. You knew it as you headed back to the ship with Iroh, the journey lasting a day consisting of more questions and even more complicated answers.

As you sailed with Iroh, he taught you what he knew about water bending. He'd never tried to teach someone to water bend for the first time, but he said he knew enough to give you basics. The trip was a waste of time aside from the life shattering realization of your family. But nothing else was documented. Iroh did not mean for you to find out about your family history, and the matter of you possibly being a water bender complicated things much further than he thought. He knew you both had to head back immediately. And that you would have to be gone the next morning.

As he instructed the push and pull of water, describing it as the element of change, he showed you how to begin. And so you did. And you fucking bended water. It was subtle, not very powerful considering your older age and lack of experience. But it was there and it was real. You cried the whole rest of the journey back, the ability to bend water feeling like a curse to you. You always hated what Ozai and his forefathers did to the world, but you couldn't help that some part inside of you became brain washed. You hated water benders. Although not as much as Zuko did.

Arriving back at Zuko's ship was a disaster. It was the night of his 19th birthday, which you totally forgot about, as you and Iroh reached there at 11PM. One hour left of his birthday. And of course, he was in a pissy mood.

"Where the fuck have you two been?! You promised you would be back on the morning of my birthday uncle!" He shouted as Iroh and you stepped onto the ship, evidently tired from the journey back. And Zuko was evidently drinking for his birthday. But he didn't budge. His attitude remained as he followed you down to the corridor with both your rooms as he kept going, "And you, I've done so much for you, the things I've helped you through and you-" "Fuck off Zuko." You interrupted. You bickered back and forth for a minute or two before he calmed down, his eyes staring at the floor in front of you. Suddenly, he spoke, his voice full of less anger,

"Look, I can't do birthdays. And I especially can't do them alone. You... You changed my life on my birthday last year. I just wanted you there tonight." He spoke as if the words were hard to speak, his jaw locked tightly. Like being vulnerable and saying he needed somebody was a difficult thing for him. Still, his words meant the world to you.

Your heart nearly snapped in two as you realized you'd have to be leaving in the morning, as per your plan with Iroh. He said he'd have a ship organized at sunrise, ready to take you to the Northern Water Tribe before anybody woke up. He'd cancel Zuko's training, make sure the ship escorting you was hidden and promised that he'd get you out of there in the easiest way possible. Not that this would be easy at all. You heart did snap in two.

"Well I'm here now," you looked up at Zuko. Would this really be the last time you'd see him? Seconds passed as you two stared at each other, Zuko still looking pissed as he reached out to grab your wrist. He began walking backwards towards his room, his hand tugging you as he held your eye contact. "Stay with me tonight. I know we don't do this. I know we never start off our night in bed with each other. But I don't care."

You sighed, a sad smile forming on your face, "And if I say no?"

Zuko laughed. "Not happening. I already have some anger I need to take out on you." You both finally stepped into his room, the door closing behind you. What did he mean by take some anger out on y-

His lips came crashing down onto yours, the kiss different to the last one you shared a week ago. Last time, it was passionate, it was intimate. This time, it was hungry, it was rough. His hand reached to the back of your neck as he pinned you to the door, his body pressing up against yours as he wove his tongue in and out of your mouth. His hand moved upwards, reaching for your ponytail and yanking it down forcefully, your head being pulled back as you looked up towards him, the kiss breaking.

He looked at you, your breaths ragged as you were both panting, his grip still on your pony tail as he spoke, "Do you want this?" Your gaze remained locked on him, your eyes turning sultry, "Do I want what? You taking your anger out on me?" He smirked, leaning down. "We can do it soft" Your eyes squinted, as you look at him. "Do you think I can't handle this?" He laughed at your response, his mouth meeting yours again in a long, rough kiss.

You two slowly made your way to his bed without breaking the kiss, your shins hitting the edge as he shoved you down, taking off his shirt immediately and releasing his top knot so his hair fell down. As he started fiddling with the buckle of his pants, he stared at you, his voice low and coarse, "Take off your shirt." Your cheeks blushed at his boldness. "Zuko!" You froze. What kind of night were you in for?

He leaned down, his hands resting on your knees as he moved his mouth close to your ear, keeping his voice low, "I can take it off for you if you want, but I need to see your tits bounce while I fuck your throat. Consider it your birthday gift to me, since I know you walked onto this ship empty handed." Every word he spoke heated up your core, your folds beneath you wet and slick, just waiting for him. Your best friend. The guy who was always so full of anger and misunderstanding. Who knew he had this kind of mouth on him? It was like seeing him in a different universe.

As he pulled away and continued unbuckling his pants, you lifted your hands up to the buttons on your shirt, letting the fabric drop as you unraveled your chest binding. Once your tits were out, your nipples hard from the breeze, he finished undoing his pants, pulling them down so his boxers were on display. Underneath you could see the outline of his hard cock, but it wasn't until he pulled down his underwear that you could finally see it in all its glory.

The one thing you were always imagining how it looked, how it tasted, how it felt. You had touched yourself countless times thinking of what it could look like, unbeknownst to Zuko, but nothing could compare to what was in front of you. The perfect dick. His cock sprung free, bobbing up and down from the pull of fabric from his waistband as he saw you staring at it. The perfect length, slightly curved, neatly trimmed, with the most perfect pink tip that already had a swatch of pre cum on it. "Get on your knees." He spoke. And you listened.

Stepping off from the bed, you knelt on the floor below, his cock eye level with you as you took in the sheer glory of it. He noticed you staring as he spoke, "Have you ever done this before?" He had no clue of your sexual history. Your attention was brought back to him after ingraining every angle of his cock into your memory and you laughed, your eyebrows furrowing at the thought of him thinking you were totally inexperienced.

You grabbed his shaft, his dick harder than you even anticipated, as you slowly brought your lips to his tip to lick the pre cum that was pooling out. His cock twitched. Slowly, you took the head of it in your mouth as you bobbed your head up and down while your hand gripping his shaft started to move. He moaned. Loudly. "Fuck, y/n, I can't hold back. Tell me I can be rough." Your shook your head yes, your mouth still wrapped around his length as he reached for your hair, his hips slowly moving forwards and backwards. He continued as his tip reached deeper and deeper in your throat, the sensation starting to make you gag.

Soon he was near pounding into your throat, using you in this dominant state that he was in. "Fuck, you look so pretty, your lips wrapped around it." He continued until tears were streaming down your face from gagging, as he moved his hips backwards, taking his cock out of your mouth, a popping sound made by your lips in the process. He lifted you up, helping you down onto your back on the bed as he took off the pants and underwear that were hanging just below his cock.

Now that he was fully naked, he reached over to you, about to do the same, until he realized that you had already taken off the bottoms you were wearing. He stared at your naked body, lying on your back waiting for him on his bed. "Good girl." He spoke as he climbed on top of you, his words giving your entire body chills. As he placed himself in between your legs, the dim candle light from the room flickering as you stared up at him, you realized this suddenly became incredibly real. And he felt it too.

As he knelt down, your faces inches from each other, the rough nature that he once started with disappeared. He reached his hand up to your face, tracing your features and lingering around your lips. You watched him, his scar off to the left side of his face as you reached up as well, hesitant at first. He was never good with people touching it or commenting on it. You knew he had been with girls in the past but you doubted he'd ever let anyone touch it in an intimate setting. As your fingers grew closer, and he didn't push your hand away, they finally made contact with the scar that you had spent nights in bed together staring at, wishing he was yours.

You traced it around his face, his fingers still placed on your lips doing the same thing as you broke the comforting silence between the two of you. "We're gonna have sex aren't we," you whispered. "Yeah... only if you're comfortable with it." He replied, his voice gentle.

"Of course I am, it's just surreal." You paused, debating on whether or not to elaborate before continuing, "I've spent hours upon hours at night staring at parts of you, your scar, your hair, your lips, wondering what you even looked like beneath all your clothes." You felt heat rise to your cheeks as you confessed to him. He gave you a subtle smile as he spoke, "You are so beautiful." His words gave you butterflies. "Every part of you."

Your heart sank for a moment, realizing that if he knew you were a water bender, he would not be speaking like this. He would despise you. You brushed the thought aside as you tried to push through and live in the moment.

"And I confess," he continued, "that there were so many nights where I'd be worried about you sleeping next to me, because my dick would get so hard..." You huffed a laugh. "One wrong move and your leg would feel it. I would've been so embarrassed. You'd climb into bed and I would freak out knowing how hard sleeping next to you would get me." You were shocked at his words. Your mind ran rampant thinking of all the times you thought he didn't want you, until it landed on a more specific thought. You inhaled before you spoke, "Do you remember the night you kissed me on my neck?" His body froze.

"Of course I do." He replied. What the hell? You were beyond shocked. "I was so embarrassed. It was so unlike us. I remember being half asleep and the feeling of you in my arms felt so good I just had to show you. Or at least that's what half asleep Zuko thought was best." You couldn't believe his words. "I properly regretted it in the morning, and I vowed to myself that I would never speak about it with you, that I would pretend I had no idea what you were talking about," you laughed with him at the confession. He was everything to you. And you were everything to him. All this time.

"Is Prince Zuko a softie?" You laughed while asking, his cock still hard near your entrance, waiting to enter. "You want to find out?" He looked at you as he pressed his dick onto your clit, the sensation making your hips buckle as a small moan escaped. He looked down as he grabbed his shaft and guided it towards your opening, his eyes flickering back up at you, holding each other's gaze as he slowly pushed in to fill you with his cock.

You both moaned into each other's mouths, the feeling of your walls adjusting to his length a blissful feeling. "Only you could do this," he spoke as he drew his cock back slowly, ready to push in again. He thrusted slowly. "Do w-what?" You asked, struggling to speak properly. "I was gonna be so rough with you, have my handprint all over you as I told you the dirtiest shit you'd ever hear..." You blushed. "But fuck, I just want your cunt. That's it." Another thrust, this time harder. "And it fits so perfectly around me." Thrust.

His pace picked up as he fucked you harder and harder, going deeper and deeper until his name was all you could amount to saying.

"Zuko! F-fuck! Zuk-"

"Use your words, y/n, what do you want?"

"Feels so-" Before you could finish your sentence, he kept his pace as he placed a finger on your clit, flicking it while fucking you deeply. He watched as your eyes rolled back.

"Fuck, y/n. I wanna be the only one that sees you like this," he continued working at your clit while he held a steady pace, thrusting in and out of you. "I can't fucking wait to hear you cum, I'm gonna touch myself to it every night." You were getting close. The way his hand and cock were feeling along side the way he was speaking to you? You couldn't handle it.

"Zuko I'm- I-"

"Let it out y/n, cum on my cock."

And with his command you did, your walls pulsing around his cock as he held you in tight, helping you ride out your orgasm. The most intense orgasm you’d ever had. As he watched you regain your senses again, he picked up his pace, fucking you harder nearing the release of his own climax.

"Zuko, I want you to finish inside me. All of it." You couldn't wait to hear the noises he made at his release, his rough voice moaning and panting.

"Y/n, I'm gonna, fuck, I'm gonna cum" And he did. His release brought his voice to the most beautiful sound ever to you, moaning and whimpering as he slowed down, his cock still inside of you. As he regained his senses as well, he let his weight drop down onto you, breathing into your neck and you both held each other.

Finally he lifted up his face, your eyes meeting before both being drawn into a kiss, one that was slow, passionate, and incredibly intimate. He was yours and you were his for the night, his tongue singing melodies to yours as it grazed the inside of your mouth while he was still inside you. The kiss felt like it lasted 10 minutes straight, the two of you exploring each other's mouths until he pulled away, his forehead resting on yours, gently. Finally, he spoke and broke the silence.

"I'm so in love with you, y/n."

Fuck. What? What did he just say? Every single emotion ever existing filled your body in the span of a second, your brain cycling through them like it was different stages of grief. It started off with a feeling you'd never felt before. A 'holy fuck nothing has ever felt this good' sort of feeling. Which immediately just turned into guilt. And then sadness. But fuck, the guilt was bad.

You were leaving tomorrow. In a few hours at this point. To another part of the world, wondering if you'd ever see Zuko again. You couldn't handle it. You couldn't handle this.

The second you took too long to form any kind of answer, Zuko's face dropped, his entire body stiffening. As you stared at each other, your eyes laced with apology, he was about to speak until you cut him off. You couldn't handle this. "I'm sorry," was all you could amount to. You pushed him off of your body and stepped off his bed, grabbing your clothes and immediately dressing yourself.

He sat up, his face twisting with hurt and confusion, "What the fuck? Y/n? You're just gonna up and go like that? After I say I love you?" Guilt filled your chest again as you buttoned up your pants, trying to find your shirt in the dim candle light. He continued, scoffing before speaking, "Are you not gonna say anything? You.. you don't have to reciprocate it, but don't go?! You're just gonna let me say I love you and-" you cut him off, shouting. The guilt was too much.

"STOP saying that. I don't want to hear those words."

You tried to avoid eye contact with him, but it was too difficult. You could see his face, the hurt building, the tears pooling in his eyes. He had never been this vulnerable with any body ever before, and you were giving him what he was most scared of. But it was too much. He would hate you if he knew what you were. You should have never entered his room. You should have never had sex with him. And more importantly you should have given him a proper goodbye.

You walked to his door, fully clothed now as you swung it open, pausing to look back at him. The sight would forever be ingrained in your memory: Zuko, naked, sat upright on his bed, propped up by one hand as he turned to face you, his sheet draped slightly over his legs, enough to cover his dick as tears formed in his eyes, evidently fighting the urge to let them fall.

"I'm sorry," you whispered.

"Fuck you," he replied.

You left his room and shut the door. The next time you saw Zuko would be three years later.

a/n: thank you guys so much for reading! the next part after this will be 3 years later and will be book 2 part 1. thank you for the support ;)

[mila-uchiha]

The Things We Keep ⁺◦ Book 1: Fire, Part 1 ⁺◦ Zuko x fem!reader

a/n: PART 2 here! oop i'm back after a year! and i've never written for zuko or atla but listen to me. what i'm about to write will be incredible. i feel it brewing. this is book 1 and i will do book 2 separately, but book 1 is set in the past, giving context, and book 2 is more so in the 'present'. but trust this book is gonna be long and have 2 parts! *this is not a one shot it's more of a longer story

world: this is set in an au, where zuko is banished at 16 and book 1 takes place over the span of him and the reader both being 18-19 years old. book 2 then takes place 3 years later when they are both 22. in this book, his banishment will mostly be written as them on the ship and not much outside of it. i will not be referencing or incorporating episodes from the show into this so imagine all of this takes place between episodes. but don't worry there'll be LOADS of backstory in the beginning. also i know in the show he was on the ship for one season but i'm writing this as if it's way longer and the whole story is told while they're on the ship. and there will probs be loads of cliches in this. that's fine imma do it betta. ALSO most importantly, he aint bald in this. in this au bald zuko does not win so lets just picture him with his hair glow up. sorry that was long, hope you enjoy u lovely people! i know i will 😏

warnings: NSFW (minors dni!), lots of alcohol, skinny dipping and sexual themes

word count: 5.9k... damn

His hand draped over the side of your stomach as you could hear his breathing syncing with yours.

It wasn't uncommon for you and Zuko to sleep in the same bed, after all you both found comfort in each other in the past two years since his banishment. Comfort that took a while to manifest in your friendship, considering the atrocious temper that Zuko held. Over time, however, you two grew to be close and he became everything that consumed your mind.

Still, despite this, his temper didn't cease to exist with you, yet you found yourself struggling to balance the growing desire you had for him with the urge to finally have a true friend, whether ill-mannered or not.

Two years ago Zuko was banished after speaking out of turn in his father's war meeting and later failing to fight an Agni Kai against the Fire Lord. The results were a disaster. A complete uprooting of his life, the loss of everyone near to him, and a title of royalty that now carried shame and embarrassment, all physically exhibiting a large scar on his face. It was almost poetic. Almost.

In your youth you had met Zuko a few times, with Iroh, his uncle, being very close to your your parents when they were all a bit younger, before Zuko and you came along. It was unfortunately coincidental that while at the age of 16, with word of Zuko's banishment spreading, both of your parents passed away while on a mission to the Northern Water Tribe. Darkness and skepticism surrounded that topic, as no one ever knew what happened while they were at sea. Not Iroh. Not even you.

It was untimely indeed, the two events coinciding with one another, and as you were also 16 years of age, this left not only a large hole inside of you, but uncertainty about your future. That was where Iroh stepped in.

He knew he would not be able to help from the Fire Nation, whether that be taking you in as his own or helping from a distance, since he was meant to join Prince Zuko for his banishment. That's when he offered you a position on the ship, one that mirrored your parents' work: cultural research.

Growing up under their wing, being taught so much about their line of work as scholars allowed you to be knowledge enough about it, so much so, that when Iroh requested your presence for their long journey of Zuko's banishment, it seemed necessary and valid enough. You were there on business.

Although Zuko was sent to capture the Avatar to regain his honor from his father and his home, Iroh saw it as an opportunity to explore more parts of the world, the little he had left to explore, with you helping him document spiritual sites, studying ancient scripts and translating regional dialects. It all seemed like the perfect opportunity to get away from the Fire Nation and your home, while still having a guardian at your young age, however it was hard to see it as anything other than a situation full of pain. You knew you weren't going to miss home much, since there was nothing there for you anymore. Not even friends. However, the loss of your parents forged you into a shell of yourself, one that only harbored emotions of sadness and heartache.

The first few months of you on the ship involved a lack of interaction with anyone that wasn't Iroh, as you helped him with his research. It was difficult to open up, to speak, to smile even, and you realized this was not playing out to your advantage when Zuko would constantly shoot rude and hurtful remarks your way, especially when you would subtly watch his fire bending training in awe, knowing he saw you as a quiet, empty person.

Over time, you two would sneak some drinks at Iroh's music night and end up having conversation with each other. In the first year on the ship, these were the only times you felt like yourself again, where you could breathe and be present with a slight smile on your face. This was when you first realized what you could feel for Zuko. The second year, you found more spirit and delight in the work you were tasked to do for Iroh. It helped ease your grief in a way, connecting with something that you knew both your parents devoted their life towards. During this time, you got closer with Zuko, the two of you understanding each other more, while both occasionally causing mischief around the ship. It felt great to be closer to someone, until Iroh would say that we were like partners in crime and Zuko's face would twist and he would go back to being rude and cold. It became unbearably harder when Zuko would bring back a different random girl each time onto the ship at night occasionally, disappearing into his room with her for the night as she vanished in the morning.

It wasn't until his 18th birthday, that the two of you were finally legally allowed to drink, and oh boy did you drink. That night after everyone fell asleep, you and Zuko stayed up for hours, engaging in conversation that mostly involved opening up about grief and sadness. Something that neither you nor Zuko were good with. You both cried, you both hugged and you both saw each other from a different light after that night. It was like you two were both going through the same difficult things at the same time, unbeknownst to you when you first joined the ship.

That night, you both spoke about nightmares that plagued you, of the cold sweats that would take you at night while you cried yourselves to sleep and after talking until sunrise, you both fell asleep in his bed, completely innocently. Since then, the idea of occasionally knocking on the other person's door in the middle of the night after a horrible dream, became more prominent and you two would begin to spend at least two or three nights a month sleeping next to each other for the comfort. After the conversation on his birthday, you noticed that Zuko stopped bringing random girls back to the ship.

It was great, of course, having that consolation in late hours of the night when sadness ran rampant, but you weren't entirely happy. See, most people would look at the idea of sleeping next to your 'friend', their arms wrapped around you, your head buried in their neck, as an awareness of something further progressing. But it didn't seem as if Zuko saw it as that, and the whole sleeping next to each other thing became a normal part of just a regular friendship for you two. His touch would send you into a spiral, your awareness on every part of your body that could simply feel the energy of his warmth, yet for Zuko, it just seemed normal. It seemed like simple comfort to him. And that was incredibly saddening to you.

Over time you suppressed it, slowly reverting to that shell of yourself you once were when you joined the ship.

"Zuko, are you awake?" Your voice cut the silence in his room as you both lay there, his arm draped over your stomach. It had been months since you both started spending the night with each other and by this point you had been on his ship for nearly three years.

"Hmmm?" Zuko groaned, shuffling in the bed and lifting his arm while remaining half asleep.

"Zuko, I had another nightmare and I can't fall back asleep."

He groaned again, his eyes remaining closed, and reached his arm over you to pull you in tightly to him so that your back was flush up against his front torso. Gently, in his groggy state he lifted his mouth to your ear and said, "It's okay, you're okay, I'm here." And then fell back asleep fully.

It was only recently that the two of you got more touchy when you would spend the night with each other. It definitely did not happen at the beginning of this 'arrangement' you two had going on but slowly over time, as it would happen, neither of you seemed to interject with what the other person was doing. The cuddling originally started when he was the one having a nightmare, and ended up sleeping in your room. That was mainly because your bed was a lot smaller and meant for one person. Naturally, you guys would touch, your limbs would drape over each other and you'd physically be incredibly close, however time went on and you continued entering his room at night, the touching from the previous week in your room would carry on in his large king sized bed. The first time it happened your heart flew out of your chest, of course, but to him it simply seemed quite casual.

Part of you continued doing it to just simply be close to him. To feel his scent everywhere inside you, to gaze upon certain parts of him that you wouldn't normally be that close to, even if it was the back of his head. But when you started to realize that by being physical and touchy while you slept did not mean you two would progress into anything further, you no longer only felt excitement and electricity when he would touch you, but a certain sorrowful longing as well.

You lay there as you looked over at the time, 3:24 AM written on the clock next to Zuko's bed, and sighed. There was that feeling again. You were so close to him that you could literally feel the crevices of his torso from your back pressing against it, yet you were so unhappy. Maybe you hadn't processed the grief you held from your parents as enough as you thought you did, maybe you were stressed and overly busy with work tasked to you by Iroh, or maybe you missed home more than you thought. No matter what excuse you came up with, you struggled to understand that deep down that sadness came from being so close to Zuko, yet so far.

You wrangled yourself out of his grip and turned to face him. "Zuko, please, I need you right now." You knew in these vulnerable moments you would get the kindest, most gentle version of him, for in the morning you two would wake and it would be as if you never slept wrapped up in each other, him returning to his slightly colder self.

He groaned again in his half asleep state and spoke while keeping his eyes closed. "Hmm? What happened?"

"I had that nightmare again, the one where I am on the ship with my parents when something different happens and kills them. Only this time, it was simply the tides that did it," you whispered to him, moonlight streaming through the crack in his curtains.

"The tides? Hmmmhhh, we can go swimming tomorrow if you want," he replied. He was making no sense at all, and you could tell he was still half asleep. Forget half asleep, he was practically 95% of the way there. You sighed, knowing how exhausted he was. His search for the Avatar consumed so much of him, with early mornings and late nights, and when he would sleep, nightmares disrupted his slumber way too often. You decided to leave him to sleep, knowing he needed it more than you needed him in that moment.

Sighing, you turned back around with your back facing him, when again, he reached out and dragged you into his chest, spooning you from behind. Only this time, something different and mind-shattering happened. He leaned into your neck, taking in your scent in one big inhale, before planting a kiss right below your jaw.

Your entire body froze at the gesture. What the hell? That was so unlike Zuko, unlike the friendship that the two of you had. You had been sleeping wrapped in each others arms every week or two for around two months now and not once did either of you do anything that crossed just simply holding each other.

He was back asleep again, evidently half asleep when he planted the kiss on your neck, but your mind ran rampant trying to think of the reasons as to why he did that. He wasn't making sense when he spoke about the tides and swimming, so surely that was not meant to make sense either? He could've been kissing one of the many girls he had been with in the past in a dream of his, imagining you were them. Or maybe he kissed things that he thought smelt nice? Nothing was making sense.

You couldn't sleep the rest of that night, frozen in your position careful not to awake him as you lay there with confusion racking your brain and butterflies in your stomach, both betraying the other. As morning came, you both awoke as you normally do, outside of each others arms, your mind constantly playing tricks on you with trying to figure out if the way you held each other was simply a dream or not. Except this time, there was the addition of that kiss on your neck.

Later that day, he noticed you were slightly quiet and asked if something had happened, and you told him about the nightmares to which he proceeded to freeze, his usual reaction to speaking about your closeness and need for each other outside of the late hours of the night. It was like he tried to be his arrogant, strong self during the day, one that despised who he was after his night terrors. But he confirmed that he had no memory of the night before, blaming it on his tiredness and you felt the hole inside of you grow larger.

Weeks passed since then and while you had made the conscious effort to try not go to Zuko's room in the middle of the night after a nightmare, you couldn't deny him entry into yours, when you knew he needed you the most. The two of you would cuddle occasionally, as was the norm now, but there was certainly no repeat of that kiss he had planted on your neck that one night. Still, the quick feeling of his lips on you and the sound that came from the kiss plagued you for weeks.

One night, all of the crew decided to head to a tavern closest to where the ship was docked, which was on the outskirts of the Fire Nation. While Zuko was not exactly allowed into the Fire Nation during his banishment, Iroh was very good friends with the owner of the tavern, and he managed to close the tavern off to the public that night, stating something along the lines of 'Our crew can drink enough to pay you back for the loss of other customers'. You weren't too keen on heading there that night though, knowing you had a lot of work to do for Iroh, until an interaction you had with Zuko.

As Taro, an acquaintance you had also working under Iroh in a different field, was standing in the study of the ship begging you to join the rest of them, his convincing argument was "Zuko would love if you came, trust me." You could sense your cheeks turning a light shade of pink, wondering if any of the crew knew that you two would sneak into each other's rooms in the middle of the night. As you went back and forth as to why you should be inside doing your work, Zuko overhead while walking past, annoyance in his voice as he spat, "I don't give a fuck whether y/n joins us or not, that wouldn't change my night."

Rage filled your entire body upon hearing him speak like that. Most people would listen to something like that said about them and stay away, but for you, that was the deciding factor in your presence at the tavern. Fuck him. He didn't need you there? We'll see about that.

You decided to bring your work along with you, assuring Iroh that you would get it all done by the morning, knowing you and him were off to a site nearby in the Western Air Temple around lunch time. He politely nodded, insisting that if you needed a break you could have it, but you didn't have the guts to tell him that the work you were doing, translating other dialects, narrowing down on artifacts in the world was actually the only thing keeping you sane.

As everyone gathered in the small tavern, dim light emitting from the candles surrounding you all, your head remained buried in your books while you slowly sipped on a light cider that Iroh bought for you. As the night went on, and more crew members got very drunk, needing to go back to the ship, Zuko remained, still lonely and still half stuck in conversations that he had no interest being in. Other times you would see him standing in the corner by himself, your mind wondering why he wouldn't just go back to the ship at that point. As the room emptied out, all that remained was you, Zuko and one of the ship's engineers that was heavily intoxicated trying to chat to you about the 'ancient dialect' of the Northern Water Tribe that you were translating in your work. Anything that left his mouth after that was pure gibberish.

"All right Toshin, that's enough," Zuko said, patting Toshin on the shoulder. "Time for you to head back to the ship." Toshin stood up and wandered out of the pub, while you watched and hoped he would be able to make his way back in his drunken state.

Now it was just you and Zuko left, the tavern completely empty as the owner said to ring the bell if you needed more drinks and disappeared behind a door.

"You ready to go back now?" Zuko asked you, slight annoyance in his voice as he came and sat down on the stool next to you at the bar. You squinted your eyes, staring as him as you spoke,

"I thought I wouldn't change your night at all?" You snapped.

"You aren't, I'm making sure you're getting back safe, that doesn't exactly mean you're the best thing that's happened tonight," Zuko snapped back, sarcasm lined in his tone.

You stayed quiet for a few moments. "Aside from you irritating me right now, I actually want to stay so I can just get this last bit of translating done."

Zuko frowned. "Why can't you just do it back at the ship?" He reached his hand out and flipped through some of the hefty pages you had in the book in front of you.

You slapped his hand away, "Don't touch. And that's because I don't want to work in that cramped study I'm always in. Change of scenery, let's say." Sarcasm lined your voice as well and Zuko huffed. You added, "And besides, I don't understand why you're still here? You could've left long ago and instead chose to stay, listening to Taro tell you about 'the dangers of fire flakes to a fire bender'. Riveting."

Zuko huffed again, "I stayed because my uncle wanted me here. Not that it's any of your damn business."

"Oh really? Is that why you stayed hours after Iroh left?" You asked as you both stared at each other in silence now. He had nothing to say.

"Whatever. Maybe you're drunk and delirious!" He exclaimed, mockingly. "Either way I'm unfortunately responsible for you so if you're staying, so am I." He rang the bell at the bar, forcing the tavern keeper to return to his post.

"Prince Zuko, how can I help you?"

"Two ciders, please."

The next hour consisted of Zuko distracting you from your work as you felt the effects of the many ciders you and him shared taking effect. In the span of that hour, Zuko rang that bell multiple times, forcing the tavern keeper to pour more ciders for you both as you continued chatting. At one point he even ordered two rounds of shots, insisting that he would be bored out of his mind keeping you company unless he was drunk.

The conversation became lighter as time went on. He stopped being such an asshole and actually began smiling, the two of you reminiscing on mischief you had caused on the ship nearly two years ago as the alcohol really started hitting and you stopped working. When you both decided to head back to the ship you darted up, tripping up on yourself and nearly falling, evidently drunk. Zuko caught you, laughing in a way that he only would if he was also drunk, as he slurred and made sure to let you know you two were both gone.

"God, please don'tt fall!" He laughed in between. "Can't believe we drank so much. Whooose fault was that? Not mineee" To which you proceeded to narrow your eyes at him, attempting to be annoyed when you burst out into laughter.

Zuko left some money for the owner on the counter and proceeded to walk past you to the door, signaling with his hands to follow him. On the ten minute walk back to the ship, you continued reminiscing with him about old times in the past two years, silently reaffirming how close you two actually were, despite his nasty attitude at times. One topic you guys landed on was a particular night in the first year on the ship, before you guy were friends, where Zuko and another crew mates around your age, got heavily drunk by sneaking some of Iroh's liquor and then disappeared for the rest of the night.

You remembered wishing you could go with them wherever they were heading to. Just anything to not feel alone in that first year. You remembered them the next morning, both laughing and spewing inside jokes, something that seemed like a real friendship. Something that you never really had, even in the Fire Nation before the passing of your parents.

"I always wondered what you guys did that night, you both came back laughing so much," you said. Zuko laughed.

"God that night... we went into town trying to hide our identities. Well, mostly me," he paused for a second before continuing, "We met these two girls who were.. so fun.... Anyways we ended up going skinny dipping in the cove by that town, believe it or not!"

Pain singed your chest for a brief moment, the though of Zuko out skinny dipping with random girls, but you tried your best to act normal despite the alcohol urging you to speak out, "Skinny dipping? Ha, isn't that incredibly awkward with two random girls?" Your voice wavered.

"Not really, not when you're heavily drunk, kinda like we are now." He stopped walking. "Wait, have you never done it before?" You stopped in your tracks to turn back to him. The ship was so close as you two passed a small cove on the right. But you could see his eyes darting over to the cove. "Y/n, we have to. It's so much fun. Plus I remember you saying something recently about the tides and wanting to swim?" He mocked.

That night. The night he kissed your neck. He remembered that? What else did he remember? Your mind started to get cloudy, asking itself whether or not he remembered kissing you or not, until he interrupted.

"That's it, we're going skinny dipping!" He urged as he grabbed your wrist and started walking towards the cove. Your cheeks flushed, every part of your body flushed, and as you tried to protest against it, Zuko continued leading you down to the beach.

"Set your books down, trust me it'll be fun," he spoke as he began taking off his tunic while you two stood in the sand. Your eyes burned onto his torso. You had seen him shirtless before so many times, whether that be during his training or at night sleeping, while you were wrapped in his arms. But something about this specific time felt different. It felt almost wrong. You looked away after seconds of your eyes burning into his torso,

"What if someone comes? What if someone takes the books?" You continued protesting. Zuko didn't stop. He reached for his hair, releasing his topknot as his beautiful, black hair draped down his face. This was the version of Zuko you knew, at night, the vulnerable version. During the day when he'd wear his hair up, he was a completely different person. As his hair was let down, you began easing up, until he spoke,

"Stop being such a prude, do something fun for once," and with that his pants were off leaving only his boxers. While your eyes had drifted back to him during the conversation, they were once again turned away upon the sight of him half naked. 'What an ass.' You thought to yourself. He didn't think you were fun? Fine, you'd show him!

Before you could say anything, your eyes still turned away, you could hear him running on the sand, drunkenly chanting something. As your head snapped towards the sound, you could see the back of Zuko running towards the sea, his entire body bare. Your cheekes flushed, the sight of his ass a new sight for you as he ran towards the water. You looked down to the pile of clothes, seeing his boxers lay there on the sand. Fuck, he's really doing this.

As he entered the water, submerging himself, he turned to face you, the water reaching his mid torso, "Come on, y/n, it's so warm." He was like a child basking in the ocean right now. You watched him for a second, considering if you were really going to do this, but the alcohol took over, your hands crossing and trailing down to the bottom of your shirt to take it off. As Zuko noticed, he cheered, evidently letting the alcohol take over as well, but you blushed, realizing he was staring. "Zuko, turn away! No looking." He laughed, frowning playfully as he spoke, "Aww, no fun," and turned his head to face the vast ocean in front of you two.

What? What did that mean? Did he want to see you taking off your clothes? You brushed the thought aside as you stripped into nothing but your underwear, your chest still binded with fabric as you let your hair down and started walking. Suddenly, he turned to face you, "Nooo fair! You have to go completely nude. Otherwise I just look like an idiot." Your hands shot up to cover the parts of you that were still technically covered, yet you felt naked.

"Hey, excuse me! You turned around while I was walking in, what if I actually was fully naked," you laughed, trying to sound stern.

His reply sent shivers down your spine, his voice sultry yet coarse, "Then I would've seen you naked." He shrugged. Your eyes narrowed down on him, thinking of something snarky to say in reply but all you could come up with was, "Fine! I'll take it off. Turn. Around." And so he did.

You turned around as well, your back facing him as you unraveled the binding that covered your chest, letting it fall as your nipples perked up from the cool breeze that swept through the cove. Then, your hands reached down as you stepped out of your underwear. You were completely naked right now and as you turned, there was Zuko, swimming with his back towards you. This felt like a dream.

You ran into the water, diving in when you got the chance and swam to emerge next to Zuko, crouching and not letting the water fall below your neck so you were covered.

"See? That wasn't so bad," Zuko spoke. The next minute felt incredibly awkward as you both swam, treading water in silence. There he was, right in front of you with absolutely no clothes on and yet you couldn’t even touch him. He wasn’t yours. Your mind flashed to the memory of his V line trailing down below his pants that you saw when he first started stripping in the sand and you started thinking in silence. Of what could’ve been beneath. Of what he looked like. The way he kept his hair trimmed, the colour of his tip- You snapped back into reality.

'God, this is awkward.' You thought to yourself as you felt the shots from earlier finally hitting your system. You spoke, the first thing you could think of coming to mind.

"Nice ass." You chuckled to yourself. Why did you just say that?

Zuko chuckled back thankfully, pausing as if he was deciding what to say next. "You too."

You gasped. A real one at first, but it became playful a second later. "You peaked didn't you!" You splashed some water at him. He wiped his face.

"You were taking long so I just looked to see if you were alright! Don't worry I didn't see anything else." He argued teasingly and splashed water back to you. This turned into a little fight. You both continued splashing each other, smiles on both your faces until Zuko darted towards you, his hands reaching your waist so he could push you back and under the water. As you both submerged, you felt his arms brush against your left nipple. Oh my god.

You came up for air, Zuko doing so at the same time while you held your breasts careful not to let him see them through the water. "Hey! Screw you!" You clapped back while laughing. "You wanna fight?" You remained crouched, the water reaching your neck as you lifted your hands to a somewhat 'fighting' stance. Zuko laughed. Hard.

"Is that your stance? You're gonna be knocked down in an instant." He spoke. Fighting was never your thing. As a non-bender and someone that worked in the more scholarly side of things, you never bothered to learn, despite admiring watching other people do it. Especially Zuko. He mimicked your stance as you both stared each other in the eyes, waiting for the first person to playfully attack. Suddenly you lifted your leg, ready to kick him as you remained careful to not let your chest lift above the water. In in instant, Zuko caught your leg, pulling you towards him and tripping you up on your standing leg. You submerged again.

Popping your head out once more, you tried to look irritated, "Hey! No fair, I could've properly kicked you if it wasn't for you dragging me like that!" You spoke and Zuko laughed. "That was pathetic. Here, let me show you how you properly kick," he turned away and shot his leg up, "The trick is balance. Don't just think about striking, think about staying on your feet afterward." He kicked again to show you.

"Hmmm, poetic," you teased as Zuko rolled his eyes.

"Okay let's see now, do another," Zuko asked of you. You adopted your fighting stance which lead to another laugh from him as you shot your leg up, Zuko dodging it. "Not bad. Better. But it's more like this," he spoke as he began lifting his leg faster than you could react.

Fuck.

Pain. Everywhere in your nose. Warmth dripping down into the sea which you knew was blood.

You staggered back, your hand clutching your nose and you could feel the red warmth leaking down your face. "Y/N!!!" Zuko shrieked. He stepped closer to you. "Fuck, I am so sorry, I am so so sorry. I'm just drunk and didn't realize how close you were to me. Are you okay?" He asked, his hand on your cheek. Tears filled your eyes as you tried not to be upset about this in front of him. "Ha, you have... a really powerful kick.. Fuck." You spoke as worry remained plastered on his face.

"Let me see it, please," He pleaded as he reached for your hand clutching your nose and lowered it. He looked at it carefully. "I don't think its broken, but it's definitely bleeding a lot."

"Yeah, no shit," you replied.

He scoffed. "Shut up, I'm trying to help." He reached for your face again, as you backed up and pushed his hand away.

"I just need to get back to the ship to stop this bleeding. Please look away so I can get out of the water."

He sighed and turned away. As he did that, you dived under the water, swimming to the shore and hoping to wash off some of the blood that had dripped on your face and chin. As you emerged and began walking out of sea, the water reaching your knees, you held you hand back up to your nose to prevent more blood dripping on you.

Until you realized there was no more blood. What the hell? You touched your hand to your nose and pulled it away to inspect it multiple times, realizing there was nothing red on it, as your mind warped into confusion, letting it plaster itself on your face. The pain was gone too. "What the fuck???" You muttered to yourself, your back facing Zuko.

Suddenly, you heard him turn in the water, speaking and breaking the silence between the two of you, "Y/n? What's wrong are you okay?"

You snapped out of confusion, realizing nearly the entire backside of your body was on display to him as you shot down into a crouch, letting the water cover you up to your neck again. "ZUKO! I said turn away! What's wrong with you!" You shouted. You could hear him swimming towards you. For fucks sake. Your hand shot up to cover your nose.

"Y/n shut up! Who cares if I see your ass?" He spoke as he grabbed your hand from your nose. "What's wrong??" He continued. You tried resisting but he was able to pull away, his face eye level with you as you were both crouching.

Confusion marked his entire face as his eyes darted around the area he knew he kicked. "Why's it not bleeding?" His eyebrows furrowing.

"I don't know.." You replied wearily. Surely this was all just a dream! One you would wake up from soon where you would tell yourself never to go skinny dipping with Prince Zuko!

He continued staring at you. "Maybe the blood clotted and it's stopped now," you spoke.

"I don't know.. That was a lot of blood. Weird for it to just suddenly stop..." He replied as his voice dipped back into the icy tone he usually spoke with. You had no idea what to say. This was the strangest situation you had ever been in.

"Does it still hurt?" He spoke again. Wearily. You paused for a second, thinking of the best possible answer. To which you responded with a lie.

"Yeah. Hurts like shit." You could see him relax after your response.

"Okay let's get you back to the ship. I'll stay turned around. Just go and get dressed first," he urged and waved his hand at me, signalling to get out of the water.

As he turned his back towards you once more, you lifted yourself out of the water as you stood up and began walking towards the soft sand, moonlight coating the cove. Yet you couldn't shake the weird feeling that now existed inside you. Your mind ran on and on thinking of explanations as to how the blood suddenly stopped, but none of them were suitable. As you found your clothes laying in the sand, you threw them on quickly, letting them stick to your wet skin while you tied your hair up.

You didn't know it then, but this was the start of everything changing.

a/n: thank you guys so much for reading! i know this was long but this is only part 1 of book 1. part 2 will be coming soon! and then after that, there's a time jump into book 2. i hope you all enjoyed :)

[mila-uchiha]

Best Friend's Older Brother ⁺◦ Itachi x fem!reader

a/n: hey guys... not sure if any of you even remember my blog but its been 2/3 years since i've written lol. new life new errything but my new bf is giving me so much inspo for smut it's insane (he's so hot) and so here we go... enjoy! this prompt tickled something in my brain xxx (also this is set in a modern au w no uchiha massacre where reader wants sasuke's older brother itachi and winds up in his bed,,, just read it [3 years in the making] lol trust its GOOD)

warnings: NSFW, don't feel to write the rest in lmao i haven't done this inna while but hella smut just sayin

word count: 5.6k (wtf?? ok i went overboard here and did not realise but i hope u enjoy LMAO)

You knew it was wrong. You knew there would be conversation, after conversation once you two were done with this. You knew everything would change. But you had wanted it more than you had ever wanted anything before.

A few days prior, your best friend Sasuke had let you and your friend group (if you can even call them friends) know about a "small birthday get together"- in his words- at his house that weekend. You wanted to be excited. You wanted to enjoy yourself. But there were multiple reasons why you felt like you wouldn't; the first being the shitty group of friends that you two shared. They weren't the nicest people nor did they take interest in you and you somehow always felt like an outsider when around them. It was only when you and Sasuke hung out alone did you really enjoy someone else's company. Unfortunately being friends with him meant being around these guys a lot, and that included this weekend for his birthday.

The second reason involved something more complicated: Itachi Uchiha, Sasuke's brother. You were- let's not use the word obsessed...- maybe a bit infatuated with him. It may seem like a good thing, to spend a night at the house where your crush lived, but seeing him hurt a little bit more inside every time, and I'll explain why.

Sasuke hadn't been your best friend since you two were kids- it had only been a few years since you met, and yet still, a few years was enough to develop the most enormous crush on his older brother- and of course Sasuke knew nothing. It started off very innocently, you knew nothing would ever happen, you knew he'd never want someone as young as you, and you simply found comfort and entertainment in keeping it to yourself- a silent crush... That was until last year.

You were different now. More mature. Emotionally and physically. You knew that you were capable of being with someone his age and you felt yourself growing older by the day, your interests expanding and your emotions as well. You talked more than usual at the dinner table with Sasuke's family about "intelligent" topics (or what you thought classified as intelligent). You tried to make your presence more known. You tried speaking to Itachi (occasionally) and yet every thing you did was met with a response that contained no more than a few words. And there was certainly never any reciprocation of question given to him that was directed back to you. Not only was he blunt, he was cold too, his voice lingering with iciness and a twang of unkindness, snarky comments occasionally slipping out.

Ultimately, it was useless, and that uselessness turned into pain. You didn't want to see him this weekend. It simply reminded you of what you wanted so badly, yet could never have and it had been three weeks since you had been to Sasuke's house, your feeling of isolation growing more and more. Until this weekend.

You walked up to Sasuke's house, hoping you could quickly sneak up to his room and wait for the rest of his friends to get there, but of course it was never that easy. This may sound like a cliche and joke, but it wasn't Sasuke's mom or dad that answered the door, it was Itachi, and when that door swung open and his brows furrowed upon inspection of who was at the door, you couldn't help but gulp and think this was all a mistake. You felt your heart sink and that horrible familiar feeling fill your chest again. You knew this would be a long night.

You both said your greetings (although his full of much less words than yours) and you stepped inside the house, faintly smelling his fragant smell- the best thing you had ever smelt in your life, although you didn't want to admit that in the moment.

It was awkward. He was cold, and weird and god you just wanted him so bad but of course once again you were left standing there uncomfortably. "Cmon y/n, think! Say something!", you thought to yourself and urged the confidence you had gained in the past year to enter once again as he shut the front door.

"So how's college? I haven't seen you in a few weeks." Finally, some words coming from you. He paused briefly, before answering, "It's fine, I thought you were here last week?"

Ouch. Clearly any attempt you had made to be noticed went unnoticed.

Before coming here, you knew he never paid attention to you (and when he did it wasn't very pleasant) so you thought there was no harm in specifically wearing something a bit "older", a bit more slutty. Your tits were highlighted and pushed up in this sleek, black, partially see-through lace top with a matching laced mini skirt alongside your knee high black boots. Your brown curls were left out and flowing, accompanied by a white headband that framed your face beautifully. You knew most guys your age would drool at the sight of you, but this wasn't most guys your age.

"Sasuke's upstairs", Itachi said roughly. "Yeah I know, I just-" You paused. You could see his eyes scanning your outfit, your body, up and down, his brows slowly furrowing at the sight. This is it! He's finally seeing me in a different light, you naively thought. That was until he opened his mouth.

"Why do you look like you're dressed for halloween?", he asked, a sense of judgment coming from his tone. You looked at him, confused, hurt. "Your outfit. You do realize you look like a nun right?". OH. fuck.

The stupid white headband you threw on with the all-black outfit made you slightly look like a nun, one that was standing there stupidly, looking- not only overdressed- but dressed for an occasion that was not tonight.

"Oh haha, I guess you're right. I do actually look like a nun..." You said quietly, your eyes trying to analyze his facial expression and read his thoughts.

"Yeah a slutty one- and not the good kind," and with that remark he scoffed, walking away as if he was bored with the conversation already.

A sluttly one. And not the good kind. You tried to walk up the stairs and head up to Sasuke's room but those words were repeating themselves in your head. As you opened the door and found Sasuke and two other friends sitting on his bed they all looked at you strangely. "Why are you dressed like that?". It was not going to be a good night.

The next few hours were filled with strange looks from the eyes of those dressed a bit more casually, weirdly sensual looks from some of his friends and mostly a lot of alcohol. You all were still in school but Sasuke's parents weren't exactly the strict type. Yours were however, and you had only ever been drunk once before this night- specifically for Sasuke's birthday last year. He was definitely not the best influence.

The drinking games and the shots were getting to be a bit too much for you as you felt yourself entering a state entitled "The most drunk I have even been.... why do I want more alcohol?". As teenagers do, a variety of games were played such as spin the bottle which involved you having to make out with some gross guy in the friend group and ultimately, strip poker- without the poker. You didn't manage much, however your top did come off, leaving your in your sleek black bra completely on display. You didn't really care though, as everyone else was half naked and now at least you could blend in a bit better without your raunchy, lacy top on.

Despite all the distractions happening in these two hours, you couldn't help but be hurt by everything that transpired downstairs upon your arrival. His tone, his words, I mean he practically laughed at you. You felt your heart sink the more you thought about it and as you found yourself getting more quiet and more drunk, you decided what better to do than head downstairs and give him a piece of your mind.

You had had it. The year of him making you feel like this. Like a younger brother's friend (which, yes, you were but come on, he didn't have to show it). The year of the rudeness and the way he ignored you in the times where you wished he didn't. You were about to head downstairs and tell him exactly how horrible he was. Except you didn't realize that you were in your bra.

As you reached the bottom step, you looked up to see Itachi walking towards the front door, heading past the steps with a few of his friends slowly following behind. "ITACH-", you couldn't even finish your sentence.

"Y/n what the hell are you doing? Why the fuck are you down here in your bra?" He grabbed your wrist tightly. "I'M COMing down HERe to tell you-", again no sentences finished. He spun you around and led you back up the stairs, his hands on either side of your lower back while he pushed and walked behind you. You only managed to produce thoughts for a second and in that second you almost seemed to sober up, his broad hands on your bare skin, the warmth and the feeling that filled you. It was short lived, though, the minute he removed them and guided you to his room. "What the fuck are you doing? My friends are downstairs and you're coming down in your bra?"

You entered his room, his smell evidently everywhere as you looked around at the familiar four walls. You had been there before when snooping around with Sasuke a few years ago, but of course Itachi didn't know that.

"So what? It's not that big of a deal", you slurred your words as he rummaged through his closet, as if he was in a rush. "Here" he tossed you a shirt. One of his shirts. "Put this on," he said as he looked at you with a slightly disgusted expression on his face.

"Why do I have to do anything you say? This is the most emotion you've ever showed me!" You shouted as he stood waiting for you to comply. He didn't respond.

"You know what, fine!" You reached for the waistline of your skirt. "I'm older now and if I want to walk around in my underwear I fucking can!" You started tugging your skirt down, partially revealing the lacy black underwear underneath but before you could fully drop your skirt to the floor, Itachi grabbed your wrists with both of his hands tightly.

"Y/n are you fucking serious? Don't fucking do that in my room or you wont be welcome in this house again." He said roughly in your ear. Ouch. His words were serious. His hands harshly let go your wrists as he added, "Put the shirt on and get the fuck out of my room please." He headed to the door and before he could open it you shouted back, "Where are you going?". He turned and looked back, the familiar icy blank stare facing you again. "To a party", and the door slammed shut.

The next few hours were filled with even more alcohol, to add to your already debilitated state. Sasuke and his friend's looked at you weirdly for wearing what was evidently Itachi's shirt, but nobody really questioned anything when you kept taking more shots of vodka, attempting to forget the embarrassment of a few hours ago.

As time went on, your enjoyment went down and so did your state of coherency. You could not shake the events of tonight, yet one thing you couldn't understand was why Itachi was so worried about you being downstairs in your bra in front of his friends? Surely that had nothing to do with him? Maybe he was embarrassed that one of his younger brother's friends was making an embarrassment of the family? Either way, whatever triggered his reaction surely wasn't prideful on your behalf.

It was now 1 am and you felt yourself slipping, unable to soberly process and function. You kept quiet for a bit, knowing Sasuke's friends wouldn't have cared if you were there or not and eventually decided it was time to get up and go find somewhere to sleep, possibly the couch. As you stumbled to open the door and nearly tripped on your way there, Sasuke knew you were completely out of your mind drunk and decided to help you walk, a concerned expression on his face.

"Are you alright, y/n? Do you feel to throw up?" You shook your head. No way were you doing that tonight. You knew you just needed to sleep. "Sleep- I just need to sleep."

"Okay, well you were going to sleep on my bed and I'd sleep in Itachi's room but I don't think these guys are leaving soon," He gestured to the open door in the hallway that lead to his room, a blur and haze of noise escaping it. "Ughhhh close the door, too loud!" you slurred and demanded. He laughed.

"Maybe you can just sleep in Itachi's room?" Your eyes suddenly opened wide. "Itachi??? No... No thank you I'll sleep on the floor." You suddenly plopped your drunken self on the floor of Sasuke's hallway. He laughed once more. "No, y/n, its fine. He's out at a party tonight and I doubt he'll be back- will probably spend the night by some girl as he usually does after parties."

Sigh. Probably spending the night by some girl huh?

You complied, finally, and managed to stumble into Itachi's room once more, still wearing his T-shirt and inhaling the scent of him that bounced off the walls. Before climbing into bed, you managed to at last take off the itchy, lace skirt and drop it to the ground alongside your bra and your underwear, remaining in nothing but Itachi's shirt. It may seem a bit strange, but this is how you slept. 'Fully breathable' you called it.

It didn't take long before you were under his duvet, wrapped up in his scent and warmth, and drifted off to sleep while the room slowly spinned.

By this point you were fast asleep. Hours and hours passed as you framed peaceful dreams in your head of god knows what- something you'd wake up to in the morning and forget. That was until the scent of Itachi filled your breath. Every inhale that was taken just fueled the desire in your crotch that kept building and building until you- fully asleep- started humping his bed. What you didn't realize in this moment was that the scent wasn't coming from his bed- it was coming from him. Right next to you.

In the few hours you slept, it was peaceful and quiet. Sasuke's friends left one by one and that led everyone in the house to eventually fall asleep. That was until a few minutes ago, when a partially drunk Itachi came staggering up the stairs into his own room, unaware you were in his bed. He didn't bother to turn on the lights, he was exhausted and just craving sleep and upon stripping into nothing but his boxers, he managed to crawl into his side of the bed.

It wasn't until he jumped into bed, unable to wake up in your passed out state, that he realized you were there. Fast asleep. Humping the mattress. Minutes of contemplation from him passed by but nothing could prepare you for what you saw when you awoke.

As your eyes slowly opened, your underwear fully soaked from the dream you had, Itachi's smell was stronger- it was more than just his bed. You adjusted your eyes and in your half-asleep state managed to latch on to the shadowy figure next to you: Itachi- with his hand in his boxers gently stroking himself up and down, whimpering ever so softly.

What. the. fuck. was going on. You didn't move a muscle- frozen in your position on your stomach as you tried to make sense of the situation. His hand was in his pants. His hand was stroking his dick! Surely this made no sense? Your thoughts ran rampant, trying to come to an explanation for this situation as you tried to understand that the only logical one was that he didn't you know were in his bed. Surely that was it right? He must've come back from this party, unsuccessful with whatever girl he was pursuing, and instead of winding up in her bed, he came back home to touch himself to the thought of her. That had to be it right?

Suddenly your hips started grinding again- the same as they were doing in your sleep. You simply couldn't help yourself. Despite being unable to actually see Itachi's dick, the blurry visual of his hand in his pants gently touching himself alongside the soft noises that escaped from his lips were enough to make you accidentally let out a moan as you grinded on his bed.

Now, you both were frozen from his realization that you were actually awake after the noise you made.

His hand quickly left his boxers, at the most rapid speed possible and he instantly sat up, his shadowed head facing you in the dark with his eyes slightly squinting.

"Y/n?" He called out with a hint of disgust in his voice. Great. You knew it. You knew he didn't realize you were in his bed and was definitely touching himself to some girl. You had the full view (besides his dick) and you ruined it by letting that moan escape your mouth.

This caused you to sit up as well. "Ita-chi?" you called out, the near- pitch black light of his room not helping. No response.

You hand patted his bed, trying to reach for his arm until you found it and latched onto it, your eyes both meeting in the darkness.

"Itachi? What are you doing?" you asked calmly.

"Y/n, what are you doing?" He replied. "Why the fuck are you in my bed?".... You didn't know what to say.

"I- I don't know.... Sasuke told me that you wouldn't be here tonight and I needed somewhere to fall asleep before everyone left. I was really drunk... I still am, I'm so sorry- please believe me I'll leave now I didn't mean to intrude on a private time of yours," you rambled on an on and started to make your way out of his bed, away from the mess that this was. Until he grabbed your arm. With the same hand that was touching his dick.

"Wait, y/n, it's ok.... You don't have to go." Your eyebrows furrowed as you turned towards him again, the darkness still making it hard to see his face.

"What do you mean?"

"Well.. Sasuke's in his bed so you can't sleep there, and I'm not making you go on the couch downstairs. It's alright. You can spend the night in here, I don't mind."

You slowly crept back under his duvet, keeping a large distance between the two of you as you both sat there in silence. What the fuck was going on? Time passed and what felt like hours was only around one minute of straight silence. You were both trying to figure out what happened and it was sufficiently awkward at this point.

"I'm sorry I was in here while you uh... were.. ya know.. touching yourself. Sasuke told me you might've spent the night by a girl and I assume that you didn't, and needed some alone time to um... 'think of her'. I just didn't realize you came back," you tried to explain, your face showing clear embarrassment if only he could see it in the darkness.

Awkward silence filled the room for a few seconds. "Is that why you were grinding on my bed?" Itachi calmly asked. Fuck. He knows? So why was he touching himself while you were doing that?

"Ok fine. It's incredibly embarrassing but I was having a.. wet dream.. and you just happened to witness it. Nothing more to it."

"Is that why your eyes were open staring at me touching myself?".... Oh fuck. This was really bad. This was a very bad situati- wait.

"How did you know my eyes were open? You could see them?" You asked confusingly.

He didn't reply. You heard a scoff as he reached over to turn on his bedside lamp, a sensory input that distracted you from the horrible awkwardness of the conversation. Now the lights were on. There was no hiding anything. And both of you needed to explain.

"What were you dreaming about?" He asked. Unfortunately for him you were too distracted by the way he looked in the dim light to answer: shirtless, duvet sitting just below his boxers. Enough to see the hard bulge he still had, despite the uncomfortable situation.

"What were you touching yourself to?" You replied.

He paused. "No, y/n, I'm asking you. What were you dreaming about?"

Your eyes darted between his face and his bulge, evidently showing him that you could see it, yet for some reason, he didn't care. He left it on display, and god, were you taking it in. All of it. Sneakily hiding behind his black Calvin Klein boxers.

"Wait. Before I answer that, lemme just get this straight. So we were both practically pleasuring ourselves... in the same room.. in the same bed... while we both knew the other person was doing it?" You questioned. He had to provide answers at this point.

"Yeah." He replied.

That was it. A simple 'yeah'. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Oh come on Itachi, what is going on?"

"First, you'll answer what you were dreaming about."

"Oh my god, for fuck's sake! It was you! Obviously it was you!" you raised your voice, hoping no one else in the house could hear.

And just as the thought managed to process itself in his brain, you could see his dick twitch underneath his boxers. You both froze as seconds passed.

"What... were you touching yourself to..?" You managed to force the question out again despite your shyness at this moment.

"YOU, y/n. You in my shirt, in your fucking drunken, half asleep state, grinding your hips on my bed. That was until you fucking woke up without telling me."

"What?? Me??" You replied.

"God, of course I was. You showed up to my house looking... well.. the way you did. I couldn't stop thinking about it while I was out."

"So it was because of my outfit you got turned on?"

He scoffed. "Y/n, do you really think I haven't noticed you haven't been here for like three weeks?" Every sentence that was said he inched closer and closer to you. "You see this?" He looked down to his bulge. You were speechless. "Nobody's touched it in weeks. Except me. And anytime I have, I've been thinking about you, your face, your..." He paused.

"My what?" You asked, pressing him to answer.

He scooted back, realizing how close he was to you in the bed and all of a sudden looked like he had regretted those words. The entire energy shifted in the room and he abruptly went back to the very cold man he always was to you.

"Maybe you should actually sleep on the couch," he insisted.

Wow. One moment your wildest dream was coming true: his feelings were reciprocated. And then suddenly this? Was he regretting it?

"Itachi-"

"No, you should leave."

A sharp pain filled your chest and you felt hurt, beyond anything you'd felt before. You were slowly getting up to leave, disgusted by everything he exuded, but you knew he felt the same, and this was the one chance you had to fully prove it.

You turned back at him, his face turned away from you, not once grazing your skin. "Itachi, are you serious? Is that actually how you feel?" You inched closer to him. Soon, you were no more than a centimeter away, as you lifted your arm, ready to do something bold. While he still faced forward instead of looking at you, your arm trickled down to his boxers, finally managing to find his throbbing dick and hold it tightly.

You weren't very successful though, because in an instant, he grabbed the wrist of your arm, lifted it off his dick and used his other hand to grab you by the jaw. Now, you two were inches away from each other's face, your breaths mixing in the space between your lips while your eyes remained locked. Itachi spoke low, roughly;

"Y/n, do you have any idea what you're doing?"

"No, but we can deal with the stress of this situation after. I know what I want. I promise."

He paused as his eyes scanned between your lips and your eyes. "I don't mean that."

"Then what do you mean?"

"You can't handle this. It's too much for you." His lock on your wrist tightened.

"I. know. what. I. want."

And with that, both of your heads came crashing together as your lips met, a rough harsh kiss at first, that slowly turned into a slow sensual one as your tongues found each other.

You felt his hands wrap around you while you were still in his shirt as he found himself on top of you, his throbbing bulge meeting your bare pussy with no underwear. You both grinded against each other, giving you a feeling you had never felt before, until he realized you weren't wearing any underwear.

He paused, moved back slightly and stared at your opening fully bare while your legs were spread. He acted like he'd never seen one before with a girl.

"Fuck," he whispered under his breath. "Take the shirt off. Now."

And you did as you were told, leaving your bare tits in his sight as he continued to stare. He stared even more, then leant in, without touching, and whispered in your ear.

"Before I touch any part of you- and fuck I want to so badly- I need you to give me head, naked and pretty like this....... But I need to know that you can handle this, y/n. It's going to be a lot."

Your eyes met each other's as you nodded your head, willing to give him anything. And with that, he stepped off the bed and pulled his boxers down, finally revealing what he had underneath.

His thin, long dick with the prettiest, pink tip sprung out as he gestured you towards him.

"On your knees. Now."

And so you listened.

You dropped your knees to the floor and inched towards his dick, realizing that you had fantasized about it in the past. But what Itachi didn't know is that you had never given head before.

Your mouth opened wide as you let him insert it himself, a small groan escaping his lips once he felt it against your tongue.

You didn't know what to do. You knew that. But before you could attempt to make him feel good, he spoke,

"I'm going to throat fuck you okay?" And you have to take it." You nodded, and let him do what he wanted to you.

It started off slow. A gentle pace as he became more vocal, almost near moaning. But as his pace picked up, you didn't know if you could take it. He began thrusting in an out of your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat while his hands held your head, and as that happened you couldn't stop yourself from gagging.

"God your mouth feels so good on my cock."

By this point he was practically pounding into your throat, a sensation you had never experienced as tears fled down your cheek. Your eyes closed for a second, trying to catch yourself and let your throat relax, but as you opened your eyes and looked up at him, the tears from gagging turned into real tears. It was too much for you. And he could tell.

He stopped, slowly, but finally came to a stand still as tears still streamed down your eyes. "Y/n, are you okay?" You sat there on your knees in silence, embarrassed that you knew you couldn't handle it.

"Hey, hey, shh, it's okay," he grabbed you from the floor and lifted you up onto his bed as he got under the covers with you. Now you both were fully nude, bodies pressed against each other, but you enjoyed the comfort. It was more than just sexual.

"I'm sorry," you tried to speak amidst the tears, "I've just.... I don't know,"

"What is it? Tell me?"

"It's just that.... I... I have never given head.. And you expect so much.. I don't know what I thought. I knew I couldn't keep up with girls your age. This whole situation is just so much for me."

"Hey, shh, it's okay. Y/n it's okay. We don't have to do anything."

"But I want to," you replied amidst tears.

Itachi sighed. "It's okay. It's my fault for being so rough. I'll take care of you baby, let me show you how I've always wanted to fuck you."

Baby. He called you baby. And with that you agreed, nodding your head and leaning in to kiss him again.

This time it was sensual, your tongues licking each other as his lips trickled down to your neck, finally reaching your tits. He played with them for a bit, gently sucking and squeezing your nipples to force moans from you, until his lips trailed even further down, finally able to make you feel good.

"Such a pretty cunt," he pressed a kiss right on your clit, making your legs buckle. As his tongue flicked your clit in ways you could never imagine, you found yourself moaning very audibly; a sound you thought Itachi would never hear from you. He led you close to your release and sped up even faster, until finally stopping, leaving you upset that he didn't let you finish.

As his head perked back up, his lips red and flushed, he smirked, finally bringing his dick to your entrance, leaning in to whisper in your ear again.

"This may hurt baby, tell me if it hurts and I can either fuck you through the pain or stop. It's all up to you."

You nodded, unable to audibly form words. You simply couldn't wrap your mind around that fact that Itachi was speaking to you like this- like he wanted you. As he lined his dick up with your opening, he slowly pressed in, making way for his cock as you two watched each other forcefully- no eye contact broken. You both moaned, heavily once it finally managed to reach all the way in and Itachi leant in to kiss you as he started thrusting inside you.

His moans grew as well as his words, "Fuck, what a tight cunt," "Good girl, keeping squeezing around my cock." The pace of his thrusts increased as his thumb suddenly found your clit, rubbing it roughly and nearing you to an orgasm. As you locked eyes with his, you felt yourself coming undone the minute he spoke. "That's it- good girl, yes, yes- just like that let it out- show me how you cum" And as you reached your climax, moaning harder than you ever have before, you found yourself extremely close to Itachi: your lips pressed against his and as your mouth was open in an 'O' shape, he mimicked the same, helping you ride out your orgasm.

Once you finally caught yourself, you felt Itachi's dick start moving again inside you, and as his pace picked up you could tell he was close.

"Baby, I'm going to cum in you okay? Has anyone ever done that before?"

And as quickly as you could reply 'no', he came fully undone, groaning heavily as you felt his white cum seep out into you, almost as if him being the first person to release in you tipped him over the edge.

His body weight rested on you, skin to skin while his dick remained inside you and your breaths matched each other's. You couldn't wrap your mind around the events of tonight and how it lead to this although you'd never complain ever again in your life. From seeing Itachi pissed off at you in your bra (which was evidently because he didn't want anyone else to see you like that), to being rough and dominant, to then fucking you sensually, telling you how beautiful you were, you simply felt like you were dreaming.

"Itachi, please pinch me and tell me this is real," you urged.

"It is real, and it's perfect, but it may not be tomorrow... We may have some explaining to do."

You paused, upset at the fact that this night could not last forever.

"Well let's make it last as long as it can- you can be more rough with me... show me that side of you.. I want to experience it."

Itachi smirked, flipping you over immediately onto your stomach and into an arch with your ass in the air.

"Good, because this ass looked like it needed some smacks." And as you felt his massive palm strike down on your right cheek, leaving an obvious mark, you knew that tonight you were about to experience something sexually that you never had before.

And tomorrow's problem... was tomorrow's problem.

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Hi its a different anon from the others who sent the jealous ex bfs but do you think you can do one for hashirama, tobirama, and obito?

Take your time ofc and make sure to take care of yourself💖

Jealous Ex Bfs Pt 3 ☾ Naruto NSFW Headcanons

⚘ hashirama, tobirama, obito x fem!reader

a/n: high af rn. lol. enjoy peeople sorry its been a lil over a week ahh!! anon u are also v sweet and i hope u all are taking care of yourselves too! part 1 and part 2 found there,,, also i made a taglist! go check my pinned post to be tagged in dis juicy shi

warnings: NSFW (minors do not interact), rough sex, degradation kink, praise kink, dub con ish, choking, oral m receiving, cream pie, daddy kink

hashirama

first hokage,,, cough cough, very powerful man,,, brings you into his office after hearing whispers about you with a new guy.. he basically knows everything

holds a smirk on his face the entire time he's speaking to you

"so this is how this is gonna be, huh y/n?"

faces your back against his stomach and presses his crotch into your ass,, then bends you down and gently thrusts his hips

"that's right, be a good girl and bend over"

"you're not allowed to be bent over in front of anyone but daddy, understand?"

fucks you from behind harshly, watching his dick enter in and out of your cunt in awe

"oh fuck, squeeze around my cock, yeah"

grabs your hair around his fist and pulls harshly so you arch your back more

"arch your back, do it for daddy"

cums inside you and tells you that you were always his, nobody else's

tobirama

ohhhh fuck,, lord second, aka tobirama, ahem aka the most jealous person you will meet

shows up at your house unannounced just to confront you about this "guy" he's been hearing about

"are you fucking serious?" he'd say in a stern but calm tone, not showing any facial expressions the entire time

grabs your waist, holding his lips only inches away from yours

"do you need to be punished to remember that i own you?"-- "tobi, we aren't together anymore"-- "uh uh,, shhhh"

proceeds to slide his finger in your mouth slowly, letting you suck on it as you look up at him

"get on your knees. now."

throat fucks you harshly until there's tears falling from your eyes and you're begging him to stop

cums all over your face and in your mouth like the 'good girl' you are

fucks you in missionary after while his hand chokes your neck

"my little slut, you're mine"

obito

sees you out in public with a guy and basically snatches you from him and takes you to his house

locks you in his room and rests you on his bed to lie down as he towers over you now

"naughty girl, why wasn't i aware you were out being a slut?"

"don't you remember how good my cock felt? don't you miss that?"

undresses you so you're all naked for him and makes you bend over on his bed

proceeds to slap your ass roughly, making you count out loud for each slap as he turns your ass red

"say it louder. i can't hear you."

"has my slut been a good girl? does she need her reward now?"

puts you on your stomach and spreads your legs as he inserts his cock

rubs your clit while fucking you and makes you squirt all over his cock before cumming deep inside your cunt

"that's right, baby, nobody else will make you squirt like me"

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Hiii love your blog💗can I request Bruno with a s/o who once worked in a brothel and feels she’s too filthy for him?? NSFW can be added too:)

You're Beautiful ☾ Bucciarati x Fem!Reader

a/n: writing for my love bruno again<3 enjoy peeps

warnings: NSFW (minors DNI), swearing, praise kink, oral fem receiving, pet names, squirting, just a lotta sensual smut w ma boy

word count: 1.8k

Everything in the past two weeks had led up to this moment now.

Bruno had finally invited you to stay the night at his after you two met while he was on a mission for Passione. From then on, he showed interest in you and would invite you out on dates at expensive, world class restaurants, treating you in ways that made you fall for him despite the limited time you spent together and limited physical contact. He had only kissed you once and even that was enough. He was a gentleman, after all.

Bruno was perfect. Everything you had hoped for in a guy, but it was nerve wrecking, knowing that you held onto a secret that could change the way he viewed you.

Tonight was the first time you had visited his lavish penthouse, which soothed your nerves since you realized he wouldn't have invited you to sleep over if he didn't care, but as you stared at yourself in the mirror while in the elevator of his apartment building, you prepared for the worst.

"Amore, welcome." You were greeted by Bruno along with a soft kiss on your cheek, making you blush. As he showed you around and offered to take your bags, you felt your nerves rising.

Bruno, however, was very good at distracting you. He insisted that he cooked dinner and the next two hours consisted of you laughing at his clumsiness in the kitchen as well as the romantic candle lit dinner on his balcony looking over the city.

Everything felt perfect until you once again remembered that you had to tell him. You had to, but every time it was brought up, your mind immediately dismissed it.

After dinner and a few drinks later, Bruno escorted you to his bedroom, resting you down on his bed while he went to change and insisting that you did the same. So you did. You put on a sexy, lavender set of lingerie, expecting him to admire and not touch, however you didn't realize the kind of night he had in store for you.

-

"Wow," he blushed as he walked out of his bathroom wearing nothing but grey sweatpants. "So that's how tonight's gonna go, huh?" He chuckled.

You played dumb, putting on your best set of doe eyes while he walked over to you as you sat on the edge of his bed. His hand met your cheek, caressing it as you two held eye contact.

"I'm sorry, should I change?" You asked, wondering if you had maybe over done it on the outfit while your nerves began kicking in once more. Bruno leant down slowly, resting his lips on the lobe of your ear,

"Well, you can change if you want but either way, whatever you're wearing is coming off tonight," he grinned.

This made your heart rate sky rocket as your mind remembered that you had to tell him.

"Bruno I-"

He cut you off with a kiss. A slow, sensual kiss that left you wanting more. A kiss that made your worries go away. He picked you up from the foot of his bed and rested you down gently, leaving your head to sit perfectly on his satin pillows.

He climbed on top of you and in between your legs, leaving a space between your bodies, before kissing you again but this time, longer. This time consuming kiss made your thoughts run wild as the same issue was brought up again in your mind, causing you to push him away. He could tell something was wrong.

"Y/n, are you okay?" He pried. You struggled to look directly at him.

"Bruno.." You took a deep breath. "Bruno, I have to tell you something."

He looked at you with sincerity as he tried to ease your nerves,

"What is it amore?" He seemed confused. "Do you not want to do this? Are you a virgin? Trust me I've heard it all."

"Bruno, no I-" Another deep breath. "I don't think you're gonna like what I tell you." Tears began filling your eyes as his hand met your chin, lifting your head up.

"Hey, hey it's okay, talk to me"

"Bruno I-" He smiled at you, calming your nerves and making you feel safe. "I used.. to work.. in a brothel." A huge weight was lifted off your shoulders.

"I'm sorry if you look at me differently. If you want me to leave I understand. Most guys wouldn't want someone as filthy as me," you frowned visibly.

Moments passed in silence as Bruno stared at you until finally breaking that silence,

"Y/n..." Here we go, the worst was about the come.

"You think I'd care about that?" Or maybe not. You were shocked by his response as you finally gained the courage to maintain eye contact with him while he continued,

"It doesn't matter what you did in the past. I'm here with you, right now, and that's all that matters." An even larger weight was lifted off your shoulders.

"But-" You struggled to form a sentence. "But why would you want to be with someone like me? I'm filth-" He cut you off again,

"Don't ever use that fucking word to describe yourself. You're beautiful." This time, it was you, rushing in to kiss him as you felt pure bliss. As you broke away from his soft lips you spoke once more,

"You're the only guy that has ever accepted that part of me."

"Well you've been with some idiots before, then." His eyes trailed down to your lavender lingerie. "C'mon baby, take this off." He tugged at the fabric. "Let me see your body so I can show you how beautiful you are."

And so you took it off, lifting off the dress to expose your bare breasts and a matching lace pantie while your hands immediately covered yourself because for some reason, you felt shy in front of him. You had been so used to being touched and used in the past, but being around Bruno was different. It granted you this new timidity that you never experienced before.

As he realized that you were trying to cover yourself up with your hands, he immediately grabbed your wrists, pinning your hands to the side of your head.

"No, y/n, I told you I was going to show you how beautiful you are. Why won't you let me?" He asked. You shrugged,

"I don't know, I just get nervous. I don't want you to think I'm all... used up and filth-"

"Amore, what did I say about using that word?" He demanded.

"I'm sorry Bruno.. Go ahead."

"Good girl." And with that, he began kissing at your neck, your collarbone, your chest, until his mouth met your right nipple, kissing gently while making eye contact.

"So-" He kissed your nipple. "Fucking-" Another kiss. "Beautiful-" A final kiss, before his tongue began circling around it, causing you to release a few moans which caught his attention.

"Ohhh baby, even your moans are beautiful," he added as he was now face to face with you again. "I'm gonna make you moan whole night so I can hear your pretty voice." His hand caressed your cheek as his lips met yours again kissing gently before pulling away,

"Amore, will you let me kiss you everywhere?" He asked in a demanding yet soft voice. You nodded which caused him to grin as he began placing more kisses on your collarbone and chest, but he didn't stop there. His kisses trailed lower and lower until his lips had reached your pantie.

"You're so cute, wearing such sexy underwear for me." He let his thumb rest directly onto your clit through the lace which caused you to let out a louder moan.

"Fuck, yes. Such pretty moans." He let his thumb trail gently around your clit through the fabric as he listened to your soft moans continue. It was ecstasy for him, but he couldn't wait any longer.

He slowly pulled down your pantie, leaving you completely naked on his bed as he was now face to face with your opening, watching it in awe.

"Fuck, even your cunt is beautiful."

Without warning, he began placing soft kisses on your clit, relishing in your taste and causing your moans to get louder and louder, from his kisses alone as your body jerked.

"Look at you squirming under my touch. Stay still for me amore, I'm trying to taste you properly." You nodded, obeying his wishes as his hands held your hips down. His kisses stopped and his tongue was now gently flicking your clit left to right, causing you to scream out his name,

"Fuck! Bru-no"

The pace of his tongue increased as he then inserted two fingers, hitting your spot perfectly as if his hands were made for you. He lifted up for a second as the thumb of his free hand was now flicking your clit,

"Yes baby, continue moaning. I'm only gonna let you cum if I can hear you moan loud okay?"

You nodded. At this point you'd do anything for him. His tongue met your clit once again as his pace increased, his fingers pumping in and out of you and you obeyed his wishes again, moaning his name constantly so he could hear.

He began getting sloppy, literally eating your cunt as if it was the best thing he had ever put in his mouth and within seconds, you were nearing your orgasm. That familiar feeling was approaching and you were moaning more than you ever had,

"Fuck- Bruno... m gonna cum Bruno 'm gonna cum" and with that, you came undone in front of him, moaning heavily and deeply while you squirted all over him. And he let you. He let you squirt all over his sheets, all over his face, in his mouth, and he was enjoying every single second of it.

As he helped you ride out your orgasm, kissing your clit softly at the end, he finally lifted up and took his fingers out of you, putting them in his mouth and sucking them so he could taste you once again.

"Fuck, y/n, you taste amazing."

You chuckled, out of breath, and finally spoke after you tried to compose yourself,

"Fuck. I just squirted. I haven't done that in a while, Bruno."

He grinned, "Really? Well have you forgotten you're sleeping here?" He lifted himself up to meet you face to face as he allowed his bulging crotch to rest onto your bare pussy, rocking his hips gently.

"That isn't the last time you're squirting tonight," he spoke. His lips met yours in a passionate kiss and he began grinding his hips as his hands caressed your tits.

"Get ready amore, I'm gonna show you how beautiful you are tonight in many different ways."

[mila-uchiha]

Masterlist ✧˖*°࿐

hola people! enjoy navigating and don't forget to request from the prompt list or anything you'd like if you don't see it here:) 🍯🌿🌜💖

naruto masterlist

jojo's bizarre adventure masterlist

avatar the last airbender masterlist

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jjba masterlist ✧˖*°࿐

jjba masterlist!!! enjoy :) requests are currently open for naruto/jjba

🌜- SFW 🍡- NSFW

Headcanons:

🌜 how they kiss you, giorno, mista, bucciarati, abbacchio, naracia 🍡 nsfw alphabet, jotaro

One Shots:

🌜 will you sleep with me?, bucciarati x reader 🍡 will you sleep with me?, bucciarati x reader 🍡 you're beautiful, bucciarati x reader 🍡 we're just friends, jotaro x reader 🍡 taking your virginity, diavolo x reader 🍡 "you're so needy", dio x reader

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Hello, may I request jealous ex bfs for Gaara as well?

Jealous Ex Bfs Pt 2 ☾ Naruto NSFW Headcanons

⚘ gaara, sasuke, shikamaru x fem!reader

a/n: hi yall im back.. sorry for the long wait :(( ahhh life is so unpredictable. enjoy this one tho and continue requesting!! i need inspiration! part 1 found here and part 3 here

warnings: NSFW (minors dni), swearing, rough sex, degradation kink, praise kink, oral m and f receiving and giving, biting, choking

gaara

ahem lord kazekage.. hires shinobi to watch you secretly after you two broke up although he would never admit it

when he finds out you brought a guy to your house he is completely furious

"are you that much of an attention whore y/n? have you forgotten how i make you feel?"

eats you out until you're screaming his name as your hands run through his hair

"his tongue will never make you shake like this"

fucks you in missionary roughly after while he gives you hickeys and bites your neck and chest so you remember who you belong to

"that's right,, look at my little slut screaming her daddy's name"

"say it louder. say it so everyone can hear baby"

holds eye contact with you so every time you're getting fucked all you can see is him

pulls out when he's about to cum and lets it go all over your face

"don't even think about going back to him after daddy made you feel so good"

sasuke

sees you out in public with a guy and immediately confronts you (in front of him too)

pulls you away into a bathroom and pulls down his pants to let his cock spring free

"you see how hard you make me? don't you want this baby?"

fucks you from behind while his chest is pressed against your back and his right hand is gripped around your neck

"my cock was made for you don't fucking forget that" he'd whisper as he pounds into you

"f-fuck, this cunt is all mine"

rubs your clit until you're shaking and cumming all over his cock while he whimpers

pulls out and makes you suck his dick while he throat fucks you

"fuck i missed this throat and those plump lips so much"

cums in your mouth, making you swallow all of it as your eyes are looking up at him

"swallow every last drop baby so you know who you belong to"

shikamaru

notices you holding a guy's hand while he's out on a mission and brings it up to you after he's back home

"i tried to forget about it y/n, but fuck-"

"just be a good girl for me and let me fuck you one last time?"

tries to make this the best sex you've ever had so you don't want anyone else but shikamaru

fucks you in missionary, gradually increasing his speed while his cock reaches deeply inside you

"such a good girl, letting me use you like this"

cums deeply inside you, making sure every last drop of cum is inside

"you've been so good for me baby, you can get your reward now"

gives you the best head you've ever had while his hands fondle your tits

makes you squirt all over his face

"nobody but me will make you squirt baby. you sure you still want that other guy?"

[mila-uchiha]

Jealous Ex Bfs ☾ Naruto NSFW Headcanons

⚘ kakashi, itachi, madara x fem!reader

a/n: hello party people lol enjoy dis one!!! it's basically just the boys above ^ getting jealous of seeing reader with another boy after they've broken up!! part 2 found here and part 3 here

warnings: NSFW (minors do not interact!!), rough sex, degradation kink, dub con kinda, oral m and f receiving, biting, choking

kakashi

ahhh yes lord sixth,, has shinobi watching you secretly because he was suspicious and that's how he heard you were seen walking in your house with a guy

"who is he? tell me and i won't have to get angry, love"

locks you in his office until you tell him who the guy was

gets angrier when you stay quiet

"do you need to be fucked to remember who you belong to?",, "kakashi we broke up",, "don't care, you're begging for a punishment"

chokes you against a wall while smirking

forces you to turn around so he can slap your ass,, "only i can make your ass this red"

fucks you from behind very roughly, pressing his chest against your back

"this pussy is mine" he'd say while you're screaming his name

"that's right, who's fucking you so good? say it"

cums inside you and claims that he marked you by doing so

itachi

sees you with another guy while he's on a mission and doesn't bring it up til a few days after because he overthinks

"who was that? don't lie angel"

"i don't care if you're over me, i'm not over you"

turns you on just because you won't tell him anything and he knows you'll give in if he starts talking to you in that voice

"have you forgotten the way my cock used to sit so perfectly in you?"

"have you forgotten how good i used to fuck you angel?"

has a long, sensual make out sesh with you before fucking you in missionary, making eye contact most of the time

slow and hard thrusts so he can hear every moan you make from each thrust, relishing in what he missed since you two broke up

"fuck- don't want you cumming on anybody else's cock, okay?"

eats you out after and makes you cum hard again. his end goal is for you to leave wanting more so you'll forget about that other guy

madara

if it's a random boy you're seen with, he'll just talk down to you and fuck you so you don't forget how good his dick is

if you're seen around any senjus, PRAY AND RUN

asks you so many questions and gets pissed off when you don't answer them

"is it hashirama? don't fucking tell me it's tobirama"

grabs your jaw tightly and looks into your eyes, "have you forgotten who the fuck i am?"

roughly pushes you down on your knees and pulls his cock out to throat fuck you

he would throat fuck you til tears are running down your cheeks and you're begging him to stop

fucks you hard after in missionary, telling you how much of a slut you are and how he doesn't want anybody eles to use you like this

"little attention seeking whore getting what she deserves"

he bites you and gives you hickeys during sex so he can admire them after. also so you can remember that you're his

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We're Just Friends ☾ Jotaro x reader

prompt: "don’t be ridiculous,  there’s enough room on this bed for both of us", "we’re just friends”,, “friends don’t do this kind of shit” and "you just squirted on my dick”

a/n: ahhh i had to re post😫💓 enjoy yall!! pls keep requesting <3

warnings: NSFW, swearing, rough sex, somnophilia ish not really, hand job, slight cockwarming, squirting, just some smut so minors dni!!!

word count: 2.2k

What an eventful night.

When you and your friend, Jotaro, were stuck together during a terrible storm, you were forced to spend the night at his, unexpectedly. After stopping by to drop off some food (or at least, that was your excuse) you were left with no choice but to stay by him because of the horrible weather heading your way.

You've had a crush on Jotaro for as long as you can remember, but you two were strictly friends. You never confessed your feelings and from the way it seemed, he did not feel the same. So yes, you "dropped off some food by his house" but in reality you just wanted to see him because it had been over two weeks since you two last hung out.

And boy, were you glad you stopped by.

After finding out about the storm and deciding that you'd have to spend the night in his one bedroom apartment, you were excited, but incredibly nervous. He was your friend but he constantly gave you butterflies all the time.

At this point it was 10PM and Jotaro was already in his grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips while he asked you if you wanted one of his t-shirts to sleep in. Of course you did.

You changed into his oversized t-shirt and headed to his room to say goodnight, admiring the decor in his apartment since you had never been there before. You two were friends, but he was pretty private with his personal life and you had only hung out in public places before.

As you opened the door to his bedroom, you found him sitting under the covers. You walked towards him as he watched you, his eyes trailing up and down your body while you took a seat on the edge of his bed.

"So..." You broke the awkward silence.

"So.." Jotaro replied. "You look nice in that shirt." He was smirking, leaving you to wonder why he was looking at you in that way. You didn't even look good; the shirt fit you like a dress with his clothes being completely large in comparison to your body. But still, it smelt better than you could've imagined.

The rain was pouring outside louder than you've ever heard it as Jotaro kept the smirk on his face, continuously eyeing you up and down.

"Well.. I'm going to crash on the couch. See you in the morning," you announced as you stood up, ready to walk off, before his hand grabbed your wrist tightly, pulling you back down onto the bed.

"Don't be ridiculous. There's enough room on this bed for the both of us." His smirk was gone as your eyebrows furrowed, confused at his request. Was he asking you to sleep with him?

"Really?" You asked sarcastically as you looked down at his small bed. Jotaro laughed.

"Okay okay, it's a tight squeeze but I'm not making a friend sleep on the couch." Friend huh? His tone of voice suddenly changed. "Besides, you just got here. You can't go to sleep now."

You hadn't recently gotten there. You were there for about an hour and a half already. And also, Jotaro wasn't usually the kindest type. He was actually a pretty cold and harsh guy when he was ready so you didn't expect him to be so generous. You furrowed your eyebrows again, confused at Jotaro's response, yet still, after that, you decided that you would stay. Not because you didn't want to sleep on the couch, but mostly because you wanted to sleep with Jotaro.

That is, until you remember you had no underwear on beneath his shirt you were wearing and began praying that you wouldn't flash him. You weren't trying to seduce him at all. You just normally don't sleep with underwear and you didn't think you'd be sleeping next to Jotaro tonight.

"Fine. Only because we're friends and you're being generous about it." You mocked his tone as you rolled your eyes sarcastically and climbed under the covers next to him, moving slowly as you tried not to flash him.

The next hour consisted of you two talking non-stop, Jotaro realizing he should be spending more time with you since he enjoyed it, and you realizing the way his leg caressed yours as you both spoke. What was he trying to do? You began drifting off to sleep eventually and turned your body the opposite way, your back facing Jotaro, as you lay on your side. Maybe you two were just going to sleep and nothing more. Maybe he did just feel bad to give you the couch?

-

Some time had passed while you were asleep and before you knew it, you were awoken by Jotaro, lifting up the t-shirt he lent you as he stared at your bare ass with awe, although he didn't show it on his face. Instead, he stared at your ass like he wanted to slap it. To do dirty things with you as his expression stayed blank, his jaw tightening.

"Jo-taro?" You asked, half asleep and so very confused. Were you dreaming?

You turned your head slightly, your back still facing him as his eyes immediately met yours. He lifted the shirt up even more, slowly exposing your back and letting it lift pass your tits. He sat up slightly, admiring everything he was seeing, and staring at you before he broke the silence,

"I'm sorry, y/n, I can't resist you anymore." Anymore? He paused, his eyes still tracing every inch of your tits that you desperately tried to cover and every curve of your body. "I just wanted to see you. Underneath my shirt." His voice sounded possessive and rough.

You were still lying on your side and your eyes continuously stared at Jotaro as you felt his hand reach for your tits, caressing them. He then came close behind you and pressed his crotch right up against your ass, allowing you to feel the huge bulge growing in his grey sweatpants.

"Are you okay with this? With me touching you like this?" His body was completely still as his right hand played with your tits, his entire chest pressed against your back. You nodded and let out a small whimper. He grinned.

"Good." His hips then began thrusting slowly, but harshly, into your ass as his cock grew harder. He hadn't been able to see your body fully since your back was facing him, but he was dying to. He was so attracted to you and you never knew. His breathing rate increased as he was leaning close to you, sensually groaning in your ear while he held your tit and slapped his crotch into your ass.

He suddenly began slowing down and stopped spooning you, turning to lie on his back while out of breath, leaving you confused. This caused you to turn and face him as your top remained pulled up, your tits on full display to him now in the dim light of his room. He tried not to look at them.

"I'm sorry." He said.

"For what? I'm not complaining, you know." He glanced at you, finally making eye contact as he looked slightly regretful.

"I don't want to ruin our friendship. Or for you to hate me for doing that."

"I would never hate you... I'd like you even more if you continued." You replied shyly.

His eyes widened. "I thought I could control myself. I just wanted to have you in my bed for one night." He paused. "I can barely be around you. You make me so fucking hard." He glanced down at his large bulge and then back up at you.

You lifted the shirt fully off your head now and dropped it to the floor as you began inching closer to Jotaro, allowing him to stare at your nude body completely, his eyes not once looking up. You lay down next to him and broke the silence between you two.

"Why don't you show me how hard?"

"You wanna see?" He laughed. "You're dirtier than I thought, y/n."

His hands reached for his waistband as he slowly pulled it down, letting his huge cock spring free. You were shocked, and it was shown on your face as Jotaro stared at your reaction.

"You like what you see?" He laughed again, and then suddenly his laughing stopped. His tone of voice got deep very quickly.

"Touch it." God, he was making you weak right now. And so you did touch it. You let your hand reach to his throbbing dick as you gripped it, Jotaro watching your naked body while your hand began pumping up and down his cock making him groan.

Within a few second, he couldn't contain himself anymore. He wanted to be demanding and make you do whatever he wanted, but he also was nervous of how you would react, since you two were always just friends. Still, as he watched your hand move up and down his cock, pre cum leaking out, he couldn't help but give in to his desires.

He suddenly pushed you onto your back and climbed on top of you, letting the head of his dick rest against your clit making you moan. loudly.

"I wanna fuck you... If you'll let me," Jotaro asked. You looked up at him and nodded, before speaking,

"But if you fuck me.. Then what are we?"

He paused, more interested in the fact that you agreed to let him fuck you.

"We're just friends, y/n." He smirked.

"Friends don't do this kind of shit." You replied. You wanted him to mark you as his.

He continued smirking as he inserted the head of his cock inside you, working his way deeper into your pussy until it was all in. Your moans were growing as he left his cock motionless inside you, leaning down close to you again to whisper in your ear with a change in attitude.

"I can use you and fuck you how I like now." He pulled out and thrusted deeply inside you causing you to scream.

"That's what friends are for right?" He chuckled slightly as he began thrusting harder and harder, groaning the entire time from the way you clenched around his cock while his hand gripped your neck tightly.

His thumb met your clit and began rubbing it while he fucked you, listening to your moans as he reciprocated them each time, swearing while he groaned.

"Fuck,, so fucking g-ood," he cried out.

Eventually you were close to cumming as you felt his thumb working wonders on you, his cock thrusting into you deeply and quickly at the same time while you cried out his name.

"Jotaro- I'm.. I'm gonna cum." He was smirking.

"Then cum. Cum around my cock." And you did. You felt yourself reach your peak as your moans echoed in his bedroom, his hands gripping onto your body to hold you close while you came. You were riding out your orgasm, until you noticed something. Something very wet.

"Holy fuck." You heard Jotaro say.

"What?" You looked down to see the mess you had made.

"You just squirted on my dick.” He was watching your pussy as you felt his pace increase even faster. He pressed his body against yours once more, the two of you feeling ecstasy while you were both covered in your fluids and he leaned down close to your ear,

"So fucking naughty." He said. "Gonna cum inside you now since you wanna squirt all over me." His pace continued increasing until there was one final thrust and he reached his limit. His body was practically convulsing as he whimpered, letting his warm cum fill your insides while his hand still gripped around your neck tightly.

As he rode out his orgasm and pulled out to sit beside you, completely out of breath, he kissed you, for the first time of the night. It was a passionate but slow kiss with your tongues interlacing as he held your cheek before pulling away.

"Sorry. Just realized I fucked you and didn't even kiss you." His voice was so sexy after cumming. So hoarse.

"I don't blame you." You shrugged. "You're not really supposed to kiss your friends," you said sarcastically, making Jotaro laugh.

"Yeah, you're also not supposed to fuck your friends." This time, you laughed. He then pulled you into him letting your head rest on his chest and he held your body.

"Can I tell you something?" He broke the silence.

"Sure," you replied.

"I was so excited when I realized you'd have to spend the night." He sighed. It seemed like he got some weight off his shoulders.

"Can I tell you something?" You asked him, making him nod. "Me too." And with that, he kissed you, passionately again.

As he pulled away, you realized the fact that you had the entire night to let him fuck you however he wanted. Before the real dom Jotaro came out for the rest of the night, he ended the sweet moment between you two on one note making it clear to you how he felt,

"Guess we aren't just friends, y/n."

[mila-uchiha]

Can you write prompt 12 with Itachi Uchiha?

Be Mine ☾ Itachi x fem!reader

prompt: “don’t go on that date” ,, “why?” ,, “you know why” ,, “then say it”

a/n: hi everyone! please keep requesting, i love writing for you all:) this is set where you and itachi both work in the anbu n the uchiha massacre didn't happen! enjoy! edit: obsessed with this one ahhh, all likes n reblogs r appreciated hehe ily

warnings: nsfw ish?, swearing, mentions of alcohol, not smut but suggestive content

word count: 2.9k... oops

Why does it have to be like this?

Living with Itachi was fine. As fine as it could be, living with your crush for the past few months. He treated you as a roommate and pretty much nothing more, although he could be over protective at random moments. Maybe it was just his instinct? Maybe he was a gentleman? Whatever the reason may be, it didn't matter because you had your eyes set on him since the first day you saw him in the ANBU.

You two were assigned to live together within the ANBU, making it more efficient for the squads, but despite your obvious excitement, Itachi seemed to not care. He would sometimes avoid you and he's usually never home, leaving you to wonder if there was any future for you two or if it was all in your head.

So why did it have to be like this?

You wanted more, so much more, but honestly, it hadn't been too bad recently. He's been home more and you two got to spend more time together than you usually do, but this wasn't necessarily a good thing. The more time you spent with him, the more you realized how much you wanted him, and from the way it seemed, he didn't want anything to do with you in a romantic way.

Until a few days ago. Stargazing outside with Itachi as he came home drunk, vulnerable, wanting to watch the night sky with you by his side as he held you. In this one moment you two had together, you felt the slightest bit of reciprocated feelings on his behalf. You recognized the overprotective personality he had with you, and in that moment, you wondered if he felt the same.

Until the next day, when he never mentioned that night again and you two were back to the same five word conversations that normally took place and were, most of the time, about takeaway you two would order for delivery or anything dinner related. Devastated was an understatement.

Now here you were, trying to move on and focus your time elsewhere. Or rather on a different person. When you began talking to Hiroto, another squad member in the ANBU, you realized that other men existed besides Itachi.

He invited you out with him tonight and after grasping the fact that you and Itachi had no future, all you could say was 'yes'. You were excited, ready for him to pick you up at 9PM. That is, until Itachi came home at 8PM, once again drunk out of his mind.

Itachi clearly had no control over his feelings when he was drunk. He slid open your bedroom door when he got home, obviously stumbling from the alcohol and stood there smirking at you, hiccuping the entire time.

"Can I help you?" You stared up at him, recognizing that he wasn't sober.

"Just wan-ted to tell you I'm home," he said, slurring his words.

Itachi never came to let you know he was home. Sometimes he would be in his room the whole day and you wouldn't even know. Other times he would be out for the whole day and you still wouldn't know. So why was he coming to you now?

"Alright?" You stared at him. "Why are you already drunk at 8PM??"

He slid your bedroom door closed and walked to sit at the foot of your bed, stumbling the entire time.

"So what? You should try it". He chuckled. Silence then filled the room as you looked at him, a confused and also concerning expression growing on your face. His eyes struggled to make eye contact, as they usually do, but you suddenly heard him take a deep breath, and the minute he did, his eyes raised up to meet yours,

"Wanna.. do something tonight?" He asked.

Yep, you were definitely surprised to hear those words come out of his mouth.

"Do what? As in hang out?"

"I mean.. I guess. If you want to." You knew Itachi was always pretty confident, but he was acting shy in this moment speaking to you. You kept your gaze on him as he waited for your reply, and right now you wanted way more answers than you were getting.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" You asked. "Maybe you should take a nap. Or a cold shower. That might help."

Your tone was slightly bitchy, because you couldn't wrap your head around the way Itachi acted sober vs drunk. He barely spoke to you, his own roommate, when he was sober, but suddenly he's had a few drinks and now he wants to do something tonight? Where was this interest before?

"Mmm maybe. It might help," he mocked your tone as he dropped his body weight to lie down on your bed, laughing in the process.

"I'm serious, Itachi. Besides, I have somewhere to go tonight."

He immediately looked up at you. "Where? Yo-u never go out." He slurred his words as he spoke. This took you by surprise. He spoke as if he knew you.

"How do you know that? Thought you didn't pay attention to me," you said, confused more than you had ever been.

"Trust me, I do."

By this point, you were slightly screaming on the inside from joy, but you would never let Itachi see it. He hiccuped once more, lay back down on the foot of your bed and began mumbling gibberish that you couldn't understand. Clearly he drank a lot. As much as you sort of hated him for barging into your room and almost falling asleep drunk on your bed, you knew you needed to help.

"C'mon Itachi, get up and go take a shower." You stood up, hovering over him.

"Mmmm, I don't want to," he groaned.

"It'll sober you up, you're too drunk," you said, although you liked the slight confessions from drunk Itachi and the way he looked at you like you were the best thing in the world.

"Okay, but can you h-help me?" He asked.

You agreed and got him to finally stand up, his arm around your shoulder, holding onto you for support as you both walked to the bathroom. You released his grip from you, turning on the shower and turning back to face him. He was leaning against the sink, watching you as if he was staring through your soul. His gaze was heavy, but so sensual at the same time.

"Go take a shower," you said as you began walking out the bathroom until his hand reached for your wrist, gripping it tightly and pulling you close to him.

"You have to help. I'm too drunk." His eyes continued staring at yours. You sighed.

"Help how?" You were curious. He gulped,

"Take this off." He said in a certain voice. A voice that was so commanding and low yet so beautiful at the same time. He nodded to his shirt and assumingely, the rest of his clothes, the loud shower head running in the back as he spoke.

You nodded right away and your hands reached for the bottom of his shirt, near his waistband as you slowly pulled it up, his arms lifting in the process. His abs were now fully on display as you stared at them. Your eyes trailed down to his v line, before you caught yourself, bringing your eyes back up to meet his. He had the slightest smirk on his face. Was he enjoying this?

"My pants too." There that voice was again. It was the kind of voice that could make you do anything, but did he really need all this help? Or was he just finding an excuse for you to undress him.

Once again, you sighed (not that you didn't enjoy this) and let your hands reach for the buckle of his belt as you slowly pulled his pants down, maintaining eye contact. God, you wanted him to kiss you so badly right now. You helped guide his pants off as he slipped his feet out and broke the silence,

"Guess this is the part where you turn away."

You chuckled. You figured this was where this would stop. As you turned away and heard him step into the shower, the shower curtain closing behind him, you heard his quick screams from the cold temperature of the water, making you laugh.

"Fuck, this is cold. I don't even want a shower, I want a warm bath." Another sigh escaped your mouth. God, he was picky. You heard him clog the drain and turn the water to fill it up for a bath.

"Okay, Itachi. I'm leaving now. Enjoy your bath, shower, whatever."

"No, please don't go." You saw him sitting in the tub as he slightly opened the shower curtain to face you. You were confused.

"You want me to stay? And do what exactly?" It was 8:15 and Hiroto was coming soon to pick you up.

"Please. Just stay. I need you." He suddenly seemed like he was on the verge of crying. Guess drunk Itachi had some serious mood swings. Despite his sudden mood change, you couldn't help but feel sorry for him, sitting in the half-filled tub as his eyes watered. Maybe he was drunk so early for a reason; trying to numb whatever was going on.

You walked closer, resting your hand on his as you stooped down, meeting his eye level. He took a deep breath before speaking,

"Y/n, can you... Um," he paused.

"What is it?" Your thumb was stroking his hand now without you even realizing.

"Can you.. get in?"

You blushed and your eyes widened.

"You want me to get in with you? And take a bath?" You asked. He nodded. The tub was almost full with bubbles from the soap, covering Itachi as he opened the shower curtain.

"You don't have to, I'm sor-"

You cut him off. "Turn around." He faced the opposite direction as you took off your clothes and submerged yourself in the bath, underneath the bubbles so you were completely covered.

"Is this good?" You asked. He turned to face you, a small smile forming on his face.

What the fuck was happening. You were sitting completely naked in a bathtub with Itachi right now. This was pretty much all you ever wanted and you couldn't believe it.

"Closer." He slurred, still clearly drunk and full of regret that wouldn't come until tomorrow morning. You could tell Itachi had no filter when he was drunk. Is this why he was making a move now? Your eyes widened even more as you scooted closer to him, moving through the bubbles to sit down right next to him.

"I'm sorry, I'm just really drunk and can't do anything right n-ow. Can you wash my hair?" He asked, his voice hoarse and tired.

'Really?' You thought in your head. This is what he asked you to get in the tub completely naked for? Or was he just coming up with an excuse?

You eyed him down as your eyebrows furrowed. He let his hair loose as he turned around, his back facing you and insisting you helped him. You sighed. You then grabbed the shower head and began rinsing his hair and then scrubbing it with shampoo.

As you sat there, both of you vulnerable and Itachi seemingly on the verge of crying, you realized how intimate the moment you two were sharing was. He sat in between your thighs as your inner thighs gripped the sides of his torso. His hands gripped your legs gently and your hands massaged his head with shampoo as you sensually touched his neck and behind his ear.

You scooted slightly closer to him, massaging his head with conditioner now, as you allowed your head to rest on his shoulder. He turned his head slightly to acknowledge your presence as he half-smiled, looking at you with awe. And that was the majority of the bath. You two just staring into each other's eyes as you helped him wash himself.

The rest of the night until your date with was Hiroto was very PG 13. Surprisingly. Itachi was actually too drunk to make any sudden movements onto you although he wanted to. When he gets drunk, he gets real with his emotions and the way he feels towards people. You didn't know this yet, though. After the bath you both closed your eyes when you were hopping out, went to get dressed and departed into your separate rooms.

You changed quickly, getting ready for your date, but the entire time, you couldn't process the events of tonight and the fact that you wanted to stay here with Itachi taking care of him. As you got ready to leave, you decided to stop by his room and make sure he was okay. This wasn't a usual thing, because as said before, you two never told each other when you were going or when you came home.

Still, you felt the need to tell him. As you walked in, Itachi was sitting on the bed in nothing but grey sweatpants. You stared at his crotch before quickly pulling your eyes away to meet his, noticing that he was more sober than before. Still, very tired.

"Are you okay?" You asked.

He nodded, smiling which caused you to blush after remembering the intimate moment you two just had. And now, you had to let him know you were about to leave to go on a date.

Usually you'd be glad to try and make him jealous, but something felt different tonight. You actually felt like Itachi maybe liked you and was too nervous to say anything. So yeah, you didn't feel to tell him goodbye, but it had to happen anyway.

"Thank you for taking care of me. I don't usually get that sappy when I'm drunk." He chuckled slightly, clearly showing he was sort of embarrassed from his emotions spilling out.

"Don't worry. I'm always here for you," you replied. He gazed up to look at you and your eyes widened. You meant that you were always here as in here in the house if he needed help. But the way it came out seemed like you were there for him emotionally, which wasn't entirely wrong. It just showcased your feelings a bit too much.

But who cared anyways, you two had just taken a bath together and you were clearly not on the same terms you normally were. Now this was something more.

"Well,," awkward silence overcame both of you after your comment. "I'm leaving now."

He sighed. "It's a date right? That's where you're going?"

You hadn't told him where you were going but clearly, he could tell by your vague explanation. You nodded slowly. He sighed again.

"I'm sorry. Bye, Itachi." You began walking out the door.

"Y/n wait!"

You looked behind you to see Itachi stood up walking towards you, blushing as he maintained eye contact.

"Don't go on that date."

"Why?" You were confused but hopeful that he was about to confess something to you.

"You know why."

What? Was he serious? After all of this, asking you to bathe with him, asking you to wash his hair and being completely intimate with you, this was all he could say? You needed more.

"Then say it."

His gaze dropped to the floor as he now struggled to maintain eye contact. You realized nothing else was coming out of his mouth and you scoffed, embarrassed for believing that he might actually care.

"Fine. Goodbye, Itachi."

You began walking out of his room when suddenly his hand grabbed your wrist, pulling you close to him, your chest pressing against his. He leaned close and whispered in your ear,

"I don't.. want to say it. But I can show you?" His voice was hoarse as it tickled your neck. You nodded. I mean, what else would you do? Say no? Obviously not.

He moved to meet you eye to eye, staring at your lips as he slowly leaned in, his breath shaking. His lips touched yours, gently and slowly kissing you in small pecks, before he parted his lips and let his tongue swirl into yours. He pulled away, resting his forehead on yours and you broke the silence,

"So this is why you want me to stay?"

He nodded, but you were suspicious. You lifted your forehead from his.

"So if you liked me then why do you always avoid me when we literally live together?" You asked. He intertwined his fingers with yours.

"Because, y/n, believe it or not I'm actually very shy. Just have a hard time saying things. And you make me nervous. Not when I'm drunk though... That's probably why I'm being so forward tonight." You chuckled at what he said. It was almost perfect, seeing him vulnerable like this while under your touch, your hands on his shoulders as he held your cheeks.

"Stay. Please." There was that commanding voice again. The voice that would pretty much make you do anything. You stared at him, contemplating whether to stay or not.

"I'm still sort of drunk, and I just want to fall asleep next to you. Please." He paused. "Be mine and stay."

This request excited you. 'Be mine and stay'. It made you want to ditch whatever that guy's name was (because at this point you couldn't think of anything but Itachi and his face) and stay here with him, wrapped in his arms for the rest of the night under his covers.

And so you stayed.

[mila-uchiha]

Ass or Tits ☾ Akatsuki NSFW Headcanons

⚘ akatsuki (excluding konan and zetsu) x fem!reader

a/n: hi yall! i changed my layout for my posts if you can tell:)) enjoy this oneee bc i realized i haven't written for the akatsuki yet ♡

warnings: NSFW (minors do not interact!!), mentions of oral f receiving, mentions of cockwarming, rough sex, mentions of sex positions

obito

definitely an ass guy!!

loves when you sit on his lap, your back facing him as your ass rests perfectly on his dick. it makes him hard every time

reverse cowgirl is his favourite position because he loves to watch the way your ass moves as you ride him

huge fan of doggy as well because of the way your ass bounces as he pounds into you

itachi

tits 100% (not that he doesn't love your ass)

itachi is a super intimate guy and he doesn't want to have you bent over most of the time where he can't see your face

he loves to suck on your tits, being gentle and sensual while he looks up at you, always making direct eye contact while he swirls his tongue around your nipple

loves to have you sit on his dick, you on top, while he tells you to stay still and fucks you so he can see the way your tits bounce right in front of his face

pain

tits!! (especially if you have your nipples pierced bc it's a huge turn on)

loves to fuck your tits. always has his hands holding them together, his cock between them as he pumps up and down, cumming on your face and in your mouth

slaps your tits during sex when you've been naughty

constantly tells you how they're all his, and nobody would fuck them the way he does

hidan

oh boy, is this man an ass guy

loves to spank your ass, making you count for each slap as he slowly turns it red from the impact of his hand

thrusts into you once, hard, just so he can see your ass bounce from that one thrust. then he'll do it again, one thrust at a time, watching your ass in the process

loves doggy style or any kind of variation of it

deidara

tits 1000%

he's painted your tits before just because he admires them so much

loves to cockwarm you while you're straddled in his lap on top of him as he sucks on your nipples, pulling you deeply onto his cock

also loves to tit fuck you while he's sitting and you're on your knees in front of him

kakuzu

ass ass assss

loves fucking you when you two are spooning because he gets to hear the sound of your ass slapping against his pelvis with each thrust

spanks you when you've been naughty, telling you how your ass is all his

always manages to find a grip on your ass during sex, no matter the position

kisame

an ass kinda guy

loves to bite your ass, leaving marks from his sharp teeth

obsessed with making you lie on your stomach with your legs closed so he can enter you and fuck you while your ass bounces for him, his hips digging further down into you

spanks you when he wants to, but not always because he likes to see your ass move in other ways (when he fucks you)

sasori

prefers tits

when he eats you out, (because he loves eating you out) he always has at least one hand on your tits, fondling them as he licks your clit

sucks on your nipples gently while you two are in missionary and he's fucking you, deeply but slowly

loves to leave small hickies on your tits

[mila-uchiha]

So,what if reader was riding and rubbing on itachi's thigh while he is sleeping.then he wake up and got shocked.reader has already came on his pants.she said shyly :"I'm really sorry, can you take that off so I will wash it for you

Note:she is his wife but they're newly married .It's an arranged marriage

Itachi x Reader *NSFW

a/n: i got so inspired reading this omg yes! enjoy 😩💖 this is set in an au where the uchiha massacre didn't happen! itachi x senju!reader

warnings: NSFW, swearing, thigh riding, slight somnophilia, slight praise kink, itachi being a whole daddy

word count: 2.3k

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Being married to Itachi was great. Sort of.

As the two next in line to be leaders of each of your clans, the Uchiha and Senju clan, it was only fitting that your clans encouraged an arranged marriage, in order to restore full peace and build alliances.

With Itachi being a few years older than you, he wasn't in any of your classes growing up nor was he a prominent figure in your life. However, with the occasional meetings that occurred every 2-3 years between the Uchiha and Senju, you definitely knew who he was.

Screw "knew who he was". You were obsessed with the guy. You two had barely spoken during these meetings but you couldn't help but notice him every time, always in the corner being loudly mysterious and intriguing. It wasn't your fault that you felt a certain way towards him and you wanted, more than anything, to talk to him and ask him out, but from the times you did hear him speak, he was brisk, harsh, and pretty blunt. Maybe you were scared of the rejection. Or maybe just him in general.

All of that changed when it was announced to you both that you would have to get married. Obviously, with such shocking news, you were upset. But, hey, if you had to choose who you'd be in an arranged marriage with, it would be Itachi.

He, on the other hand, had no sort of reaction. You didn't know if he was upset or overjoyed and you thought that if you asked, you'd be over-stepping a boundary because he was still the same cold and blunt guy. Either way, all you could think about was the fact that this gave you two a reason to speak more.

Your wedding was a week ago, and despite limited contact and the few conversations here and there, Itachi kissed you more passionately than you had ever been kissed in your life during the ceremony. His kiss was all you could think about for the next week, leading up to the moment now, where you two moved in together, being a married couple and all of that.

He insisted that you slept in his bed with him, since it was just the "proper" way a married couple should do it. You never really knew if that had any deeper intentions behind it. Still, you were happy to be around him more, even if he was completely closed off to you and hadn't kissed you since the wedding.

Tonight, as you lay in his bed next to him, all you could think about was the way that he kissed you. You couldn't sleep and after staring at every crevice on his face, your eyes then drifted down to his shirtless torso. Your mind was racing with all these dirty thoughts that you knew he wouldn't want to do with you but in this moment, your body had a mind of its own.

You pulled yourself closer into him, learning the past week that he was the heaviest sleeper ever, as you lifted your right leg onto his lap, your clit now brushing against his leg through your pantie. You were twitching. Just feeling his thigh pressed onto your clit was ecstasy and you wanted, more than anything, for him to just fuck you. Just once and that would be enough.

If this, however, was all you could get, you were taking it. After being in bed with him for a week and not even cuddling, you couldn't stare at his v line any longer without wanting him badly. And tonight was your way of giving in.

You began riding his thigh, making sure not to wake him as you struggled to contain your moans and grab onto him tightly. Your hands were gripping the bed sheet as you tried to keep the rest of your body, besides your clit, away from him so you wouldn't grip his torso and wake him up.

As you continued buckling your hips up and down, Itachi still fast asleep, you felt your clit throbbing. You knew you were going to cum. You had never squirted before, so of course, in your eyes you just wanted to cum on his thigh, pull away, go to bed and act like nothing ever happened. You weren't that lucky.

As you came, holding in your moans more than you ever have, you felt something wet coat your pants, along with Itachi's as your forehead lay on his bed. Immediately, you realized you had squirted on his thigh and you also realized how fucked you were. You didn't even lift your head as yet since all you could think was, "Fuck, what am I going to do? There's probably a huge stain."

As you finally lifted your head, ready to see the mess you had made, there he was. Itachi, with his mouth wide open, completely and utterly shocked at what he was seeing.

"I-m, I'm s-o sorry." You both were speechless, staring at each other. You, in nothing but an oversized t-shirt pulled up for your pantie to show and Itachi, turning his head down to see you exposed like this. You saw his eyes gaze to the big, wet stain on his grey sweatpants as you immediately tried to make up excuses,

"It's not wh-at it looks lik-e, I swear Itachi." Your brain was running wild with things to say that might help the situation, before Itachi finally spoke,

"I saw almost everything towards the end."

Fuck. He saw you cum and you didn't even realize. You gulped. There was no getting out of this. He stared at you until his lips smirked and he let out a small scoff.

"What's so funny?" You asked. You were completely embarrassed, sitting on his bed facing towards him as your cheeks were a bright red color. After thinking for a second, you realized you didn't even want an answer. You never wanted to speak about this again because you were sure that he now hated your guts and you wanted to do anything that could help, so you did,

"I'm so sorry." You tried to compose yourself. "Take those off. I'll wash them for you, I'm so sorry." All you could do was apologize while Itachi watched you, still bearing that smirk on his face. Without even speaking, he got up off his side of the bed and stood with his back facing towards you, before pulling down his sweatpants, leaving him in nothing but his boxers.

He threw his pants on the ground and turned slowly to face you as you sat on his bed, your eyes now narrowing down on the enormous bulge in his boxers. He watched you now like you were his prey, before speaking,

"Sure, I'll take them off." You stared at him. His body looked better than it ever had before now that you could see the outline of his hard cock, and you wondered if you were the reason it was hard.

"Come here," he urged you forward as you shifted onto his side of the bed, coming face to face with his bulge.

"Explain yourself."

"I'm sorry, Itachi. I didn't plan to make a mess. I've never done that before. I'm sorry," you pleaded.

"Never done what before?" His head tilted to the side, curiously.

You were quiet. Quiet and embarrassed to be even saying this out loud to Itachi. Before this, you had never imagined you two would be talking about anything remotely close to sex. Now you were speaking telling him,

"Squirted. I've never squirted before."

He scoffed and you could now see that he was enjoying this, despite your embarrassment still being there.

"So you squirted because of me?" He spoke as if he was enjoying every single second.

You nodded. Itachi grabbed a fistful of your hair at the back of your head and pulled it back gently, still standing up, before whispering to you,

"So fucking naughty. Didn't know you saw me in this way. You know how much I have to control myself around you normally?" You were shocked. Maybe his quietness and bluntness was so that he couldn't let you see the way he really felt.

His hand still gripped your hair as he grabbed your hand and rested it on his cock through his boxers so you could feel it,

"This is hard because of you, you know? You squirting on my thigh while I'm asleep. Naughty little girl." He groaned as your hand moved up and down his cock, before you reached for his waist band, slowly pulling it down, letting his cock spring free in front of your face.

The rest of the night was pretty much a whole different side to Itachi you had never seen, one that you had been dreaming of. He sat on the edge of the bed before pulling you onto his lap, letting your clit graze against his cock through your pantie. You whimpered, letting yourself feel it as you moved your hips forwards and backwards, forcing Itachi to grab your shirt, lift it up and suck on your nipples. He then lifted his mouth to meet your neck, whispering in his sexiest sleepy voice,

"Ohh, you're begging to be fucked, aren't you?"

You pleaded, "Yes Itachi, please just fuck m-" He cut you off with his lips as he kissed you, letting his tongue intertwine with yours. You longed for this feeling so badly and finally getting it again made you completely go weak and limp under his touch. You stopped moving your hips as he made you stand up to adjust the two of you, leaning back onto his pillow and pulling you back onto his lap. He looked down at your lace underwear, before speaking,

"Is this why you always wear such sexy panties to bed?" He laughed. "You wan't me to notice, don't you?"

You felt completely vulnerable as you straddled him, staring at him with the most innocent look ever as he rested the palm of his right hand on your cheek.

"Off." His left hand tugged at the only thing keeping you from being completely naked as you adjusted yourself, sliding your pantie off and finally letting your bare pussy press against his cock. Itachi held your hips tightly, pushing you down so you could feel it against your clit, moans escaping your mouth.

His hand now gripped your jaw, bringing your lips an inch away from his as he spoke, letting you feel his words,

"Such a pretty pussy." And with that, he lifted you up slightly to grab his cock and push you down on it, letting it insert itself slowly. When the entire thing was inside you, Itachi leaned back, his arms above his head as he watched you,

"Ride it. Since you wanna ride my thigh like that." Your hips began moving on his cock, letting you feel it inside you as you rode it. You were moaning as he lay still, watching you come undone and make a mess of yourself on his cock. As he lay back, admiring you, Itachi was groaning from you, telling you how good you felt,

"Fuck, such a tight little pussy. You're taking me so well."

Your speed was increasing as the two of you were making direct eye contact. His hand brought your face closer to his once more, before he began lifting up his hips, fucking you as well while you rode him. He just couldn't stay still from the way your pussy felt. His eyes trailed to your tits, which were bouncing up and down from the way he started to fuck you, causing you to stay still on his lap, letting him take over.

He suddenly pulled you off his dick, throwing you onto your back and climbing on top of you in missionary, before leaning close to your ear,

"Sorry, angel. I just want to show you how I've been waiting to fuck you."

Angel. You were like liquid to this man. His words could make you do whatever he wanted.

"Do whatever you want with me," you replied.

Itachi grinned as he inserted his dick in you once again, before lifting your legs onto his shoulders, his hands holding himself up. He began thrusting, slowly at first but as his pace increased so did your moans since he was hitting your g spot perfectly.

"Oh fuck, only wanna fuck you like this," he said, giving you butterflies while he was thrusting deeply inside you.

Eventually, he moved your legs off his shoulders and came close to you, pressing his body against yours as he buried his head in your neck, biting and kissing it while his hips continued pounding into your pussy in the most passionate way.

"Fuck y/n, I'm gonna cum inside your pussy," he groaned into your ear as he was reaching his climax. His speed increased as he finally came, his seed filling your insides while he was literally convulsing from pleasure, moaning so sexually in your ear. He lay still for a few seconds before pulling out and lying next to you on his back, letting his hand meet your neck and grip it tightly,

"'ve always wanted- to do that," he was panting, out of breath as his tongue slid perfectly into your mouth.

As you pulled away and reached to grab your pantie, assuming Itachi was done for the night, he locked his hand around your wrist,

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Oh- well I f-igured you were tired."

"Tired?" He scoffed.

He yanked your wrist, causing you to fall close to him on the bed. His eyes stared directly at yours, neither of you speaking until he broke that silence,

"I'm not done," he growled. "I need to see you squirt again for me, y/n."