cw: explicit, creampie, whining to Zuko that youre tired of riding him.
Youāre already panting, thighs burning as you bounce on his cock, it feels so good but youāre getting fkn tired. āZuko fuck, Iām doing all the work again,ā you huff, hips slowing just enough to make a point. Your hands press against his broad chest, nails digging in like thatāll make him move. āCanāt youānghāhelp a little?ā
His gold eyes narrow at you as his big hands stay planted on your waist, but they donāt guide you. They just hold you there, thick cock buried deep, āThat so?ā He thrusts upward once. āWhining already, princess? Thought you wanted to ride me.ā
You roll your hips once more, trying to prove something, but it comes out pathetic. His cock twitches inside you, fat and heavy, veins pulsing against your walls. God, itās so good. Too good. But your legs are shaking and youāre tired andā
āZuko, pleaseāā
Big mistake.
In one smooth motion he flips you. Your back hits the mattress hard. Zuko looms over you as one massive hand pinning both your wrists above your head. āPrincess,ā he growls, free hand gripping your thigh and shoving it up toward your chest. The new angle forces his cock even deeper, the thick head bullying. āYou wanna complain about doing all the work? Fine. Iāll do it.ā
Zuko pulls back just enough for the fat head of his cock to catch at your pussy and then thrusts back in hard. āF-fuckāZukoā!ā
āYeah?ā He pulls back only to drive in again, hips snapping. Every thrust rocks your whole body, tits bouncing, āThis what you wanted? Me doing all the fuckinā work?ā
You nod frantically, āZukoāahhātoo muchāslow downā!ā
āSlow down?ā He scoffs, hooking your leg over his shoulder driving in harder, āYou were whining about doing nothing nā now itās too much? Tch.ā
Sweat slicks your skin, your thighs trembling where heās got you pinned. āZukoāZuāfuck, Iāmā!ā You whimper louder about to orgasm as the coarse hair at the base of his cock rubs against your swollen clit.
āCāmon then,ā he growls, voice dripping with mock sweetness. āCum on my cock like the spoiled little slut you are. Make it loud for me, princess.ā
Tears slip down your cheeks, mouth hanging open in a constant stream of loud, whimpering moans that get louder with every brutal thrust.
Youāre a mess but Zuko just looks so fucking happy, that smug smirk never leaving his face. āStill wanna whine about doing all the work?ā he asks, thumb brushing your bottom lip.
You shake your head weakly, utterly spent, a satisfied little whimper slipping out instead. You were a lucky girl, indeed.
a/n: ok fuck sorry I folded and I love u guys and and wrote this after work fuck bc I ACTUALLY NEED HIM TO BEND ME OVER RIGHT NOW plz plz plz Zuko I need u more than toji plz actually both of u plz at the same damn time
CW: NSFW (18+) MNDI, smut, con!sex between married adults, dom/sub dynamic, edging, overstimulation, dirty talk, emotional neglect, angst with resolution, firebending during sex, p in v, fingering,
Synopsis: For months he fulfilled every duty the Fire Lord demanded of him. He forgot the ones that mattered to you. You said nothing, until the night you couldnāt anymore. And Zuko, your husband, finally looked at you. Really looked. Now the candles are burning low in the royal chambers and he is determined to remind you of everything he let you forget.
ĖĖą¦Ė
Being the firelord meant a lot of responsibility. Rebuilding his nation, taking care of his people and keeping peace. You understood that, however lately you felt alone in the big palace. Wandering alone down those empty halls, visiting the turtle duck ponds and always accompanied by servants when all you wanted was to be near your husband.
During the day Zuko is always away attending council meetings, the four nations summits, at night he comes tired to your bed chambers and without so much of a word, he would turn over and sleep. By the time you wake up he is already gone. You didnāt feel like his wife anymore, more like a roommate he is simply sharing a bed with.
It wasnāt always like that in the beginning either.
Heād make time for you, go for walks, visit ember island, involve you in the council meetings, but started to slowly stop. You felt like he was drifting away. His warmth gone cold, his demeanour stoic. Even then when he was busy, you were able to tell yourself he loves you and that he is just busy and that it was only for a couple of days.
Days turned into weeks, weeks into months.
You tried initiating conversations, plan things to do with him, press your hands to his tired shoulders- anything to show him you cared about him, but it was always rejected with his excuse being how tired he was. You donāt even remember the last time he has touched you. You felt so alone until uncle Iroh.
You enjoyed company with uncle Iroh whenever he visited, always giving advice and making jokes over his pai sho. Heād always ask about the both of you and youād give him a tight smile and say everything is fine. This time he didnāt buy it.
Pouring a cup of jasmine tea for you he spoke, āMy nephew, he hasnāt been there for you lately. Has he?ā You froze, the reassurance already forming on your lips . āHeās the fire lord uncle, he has important matters to attend to.ā You take a sip of the tea avoiding answering the question directly.
Uncle Iroh sighs, āHe does. But that doesnāt mean you arenāt important either. Even if my nephew completes his duties as fire lord with ease, abandoning his duties as a husband to you isnāt good.ā He takes a sip of his own tea, the silence welcomed as your thoughts ran wild.
āChild, talk to me. You canāt hold your worries to yourself forever.ā You hesitate biting your lips and playing with your fingers avoiding his gaze. Uncle Irohās calloused and warm hands take yours delicately . His face calm with a gentle smile across his face, āI promise I wonāt tell my nephew what you say to me.ā As he said that tears you have been holding back welled in your eyes. Everything spilled out before you could stop it with so much ease not realising how much you had to say.
āBut heās the fire lord, I never told him how I felt because I donāt want to add on to his burdens. Iām supposed to be his peace.ā You whispered looking back at the pond.
āBut if you arenāt at peace with your burdens and yourself, you canāt be his peace either. Because my child, resentment takes time to build in your heart.ā You look up at him eyes widening, āI know you love my nephew, and I know you donāt resent him either,ā Uncle Iroh clarifies chuckling before his expression becomes serious, āBut the longer you hold it in you, it will eventually build up.ā
Feeling suddenly small and exhausted by all of it you ask him what you should do. Uncle Iroh clears his throat, āTalk to him tonight, no matter the excuse he makes. Make sure he hears you and donāt hold back. Sometimes what Zuko needs is confrontation.ā You carefully take in what uncle Iroh said. You were scared and anxious thinking about confronting him. What would he say? What would he do? Would it change anything? Maybe it was a bad idea- No. Uncle Iroh was right.
Sometimes Fire lord Zuko does need some confrontation.
ĖĖą¦Ė
You were waiting for him well past sun down, you planned to talk to him over dinner but you were left alone, again. It only sharpened your resolve.
Going to your bed chamber you got ready for bed with the help of the castle servants. In your silk robe, your hair brushed and braided. Pacing back and forth across the room, your frustration building up.
You were going to speak to him calmly of course, but the anticipation, the weight of finally having decided to say something was eating you alive.
The doors creaked open and walked in Zuko. His long hair half up half down with his head piece on top, wearing his royal armour. He barely glanced at you as he begins shrugging off his armour, draping it over a chair like he had all the time in the world.
You take a deep breath to calm yourself, before asking him, āHow was your day?ā His answer short, āBusy.ā That was it. No details about his day, not even asking how your day was. You clench your fist against your sides. āZuko. We need to talk.ā You firmly say making him freeze his movements.
You were always gentle and soft with him, never have you ever used a firm tone with him. He finally glances at you, his expression barely shifting . āNot now, Iām tired.ā
Something in your chest pulled tight and hollow. You were about to give up and just go back to bed. Uncle Irohās words rang through your head loudly before gritting your teeth you said, āNo. I canāt handle it anymore.ā
Zuko turns to face you, for once actually looking at you, not just a thoughtless glance. He opened his mouth but you interrupted him, āI havenāt spent time with you for months, Zuko. I barely get to see you.ā You start off strong, holding back your tears, your voice confident.
āI have my duties to attend to.ā He sighed rubbing his temples. āI know that! But what about your duties to me?! ā Your voice cut off ringing loudly throughout the room taking Zuko by surprise.
āWhat has gotten intoāā you interrupt, āI miss my husband.ā You whisper.
Zuko froze, your voice quiet but your words heavy. You continue, looking up at him, āI understand being the fire lord means you will deal with a lot. I have, I really have. But I feel like a shadow now. I donāt remember the last time we went on a walk, you asking me about my day, or the way you used to look at me.ā Your voice cracked as a lump begins to form in your throat.
āI go to bed with you yet I feel as if I am in bed with a total stranger. The next morning you are gone.ā You lick your dry lips chest rising and falling heavily.
āI have been excusing everything, saying it would be for a few days, but itās been months.ā
Zuko listened in silence his heart clenching at the pain in your voice. He has seen you weathered before but never so broken, not like this. Your smile replaced with a sad expression, your eyes, usually so bright, now glassed with tears. Your strong yet soft voice now breaking and struggling to even talk.
āEvery time I reached for you it felt like reaching in to nothing. I was able to convince myself before that you still love me because you made me feel loved no matter how busy you were!ā Your cries grow louder as you finally get to say words you have been holding back.
āAs much as the fire nation needs their fire lord, I need you too.ā You place your hand against your aching heart trying to comfort yourself.
āI-ā Zuko begins but you donāt let him talk. āI dont believe you love me anymore Zuko.ā Tears finally spill down your cheeks. You clutched your face in shame as if you could hide from the weight of what you said. Zuko stood there, frozen in the middle of the room, watching you fall apart in a way he didnāt know how to stop.
You were always so soft, so steady ā the kind of calm that had always quietly anchored him ā but that stillness had cracked clean open, and what poured out of it was so raw, so unguarded, that it almost hurt to look at.
His brows pulled together, shame settling over his features like a shadow, because he had done this, chipped away at you slowly, meeting by meeting, absence by absence, and the proof of it was right there on your face, vulnerable in a way he never wanted to be the cause of. I did this, he thought, the words pressing into his chest like a brand, heavy and wordless.āāāāāāāāāāāāāāāā
Zuko crossed the room slowly, to you. He didnāt know what to say, he never did, not for things like this, so he said nothing at first, just reached out to hold you and bring you closer to him. Watching you cry felt like swallowing embers. He knew it was his fault, had known it for weeks, somewhere beneath the council meetings and the dispatches and the endless noise of being Fire Lord.
But for you to think that he didnāt love you ignited a flame in his heart. He was angry, angry because he made you truly believe that he didnāt care, because he was too careless to actually show how much he missed you too.
You felt his warm body envelop you in a hug as you continued to cry your heart out. You didnāt reject his touch, you embraced it. Your shoulders shook against him, he silently waited, his hand cradling the back of your head.
Your sobs slowly quieting, you look up at him, eyes red, puffy and wet from crying, your lips swollen. Zuko looks down at you, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes intense and unreadable.
His jaw tightened, a muscle feathering at the side of his face. He opened his mouth, closed it, then tried again. āYou thought I stopped loving you.ā It wasnāt a question. His voice was low, rough at the edges, like the words had scraped on the way out.
You lowered your gaze but he caught your chin gently, tilting your face back up to his. His golden eyes searched yours, intense and unwavering.
āI owe you an apology.ā He said it plainly, no decoration, no excuse trailing behind it. āI failed you. Not as the Fire Lord, as your husband. And I-ā his voice faltered for just a moment, āI hate that I made you feel that way. That you had to convince yourself I still loved you.ā
A fresh tear slipped down your cheek and he caught it with his thumb, his hand staying cupped against your face.
āI missed you too.ā He admitted, almost quietly, like it cost him something to say it out loud. āEvery night I came home and you were there and I said nothing. I did nothing. And that was unforgivable of me.ā
āZuko-ā
āNo.ā
His eyes darkened, something shifting behind them. āYou stood there and told me you didnāt think I loved you anymore.ā His thumb traced your cheekbone, his touch gentle but his gaze anything but.
āDo you have any idea what that did to me?ā Your breath caught. He leaned in slowly, his forehead coming to rest against yours, his voice dropping to barely above a whisper. āLet me show you.ā
His lips found yours before you could say another word, not gentle, not tentative, but with the kind of urgency that had been building for months.
His hands moved from your face into your hair, tilting your head back, and for a moment you forgot how to breathe. You pulled back just slightly, searching his eyes. They were dark, the gold in them burning low and steady like embers refusing to die out.
āZuko-ā āI know.ā
He said it softly, his lips brushing the corner of your mouth, your cheek, the curve of your jaw.
āI know.ā
His arms wound around your waist pulling you flush against him, and you felt the tension in his body, coiled and restless, the exhaustion of the day entirely gone. His forehead dropped to your shoulder for just a moment, his breath warm against your skin.
āIām not tired anymore.ā He murmured, and you understood exactly what he meant. He walked you back slowly until the backs of your knees met the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving yours, one hand coming up to trace the collar of your silk robe with a deliberateness that made your breath unsteady. He looks deep into your eyes seeking for any form of hesitation.
āMay i?ā He asked.
You nodded, not being able to form words. He helped you slip out of your night dress, revealing your naked body in the dim lights. His breath caught in this throat, you were more beautiful than the setting sun. Has it been that long?
He takes his time taking your appearance in, making you so shy. You turn your flushed face away when he catches your chin making you meet his intense gaze.
ā I have a lot to make up for.ā His voice was low, his golden eyes dark and fixed entirely on you.
āAnd I intend to.ā
You felt it before you fully understood it, a warmth that had nothing to do with the night air, blooming from everywhere he touched you. His hands, his lips, the press of his bare chest against yours. He had always run warm but this was different.
This was him, unguarded, the careful restraint he carried like armour quietly dissolving.
The candles across the room flickered without a draft, their flames stretching tall for just a moment before settling. You glanced at them and then back at him. His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly, he had noticed too.
āSorry.ā He breathed. āDonāt be.ā You whispered.
Something in him shifted at that. His palm came up to cup your face, and you felt it then, a gentle, deliberate warmth pooling from his hand into your skin, tender and unhurried, like sunlight. Not fire. Nothing sharp or dangerous. Just him, choosing to let you feel what he usually kept contained.
āI missed you.ā He said it against your lips, quiet and wrecked. āI missed you and I was right there and I still-ā He stopped, his forehead falling against yours, collecting himself.
You brought your hand up to rest over his chest, feeling the heat of him beneath your palm, steadier now, like a hearthfire finding its rhythm.
āThen stop missing me.ā You whispered.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, golden eyes dark and unbearably focused, and whatever restraint remained dissolved entirely.
His lips to yours, nipping and biting, missing it so much after so long. Heat followed every movement of his hands and lips, the coolness of the room contrasting against each other. A sigh filled with need escapes his lips as he bends down and gently places his head against your globes. Instinctively you reach out and cradle his head in to it. He has truly missed it so much.
His breath was unsteady against your skin, Zuko, who had faced war councils without flinching, undone completely. You felt every exhale like a confession.
His lips moved slowly against your cleavage. Like he was refusing to let a single moment go to waste. Each press said what heād failed to say across all those long, hollow nights,
I know. I know. Iām here now.
Your fingers tightened in his hair and he exhaled sharply against you, the sound catching in his throat. Less a man in control. More a man finally allowing himself not to be.
He lifted his head, golden eyes finding yours. Nothing guarded in them. No crown, no council, no weight heād let swallow him whole for months. Just him ā the version of Zuko that had always belonged only to this room, only to you.
Your thumb found the scar along his face without thinking. Muscle memory. He turned into it immediately, eyes closing, like something in him physically eased at the touch.
When he looked at you again his jaw was set, not in anger. In intention.
His hands moved to your hips, grip firm and warm, and he guided you back slowly against the bed, following you down without breaking eye contact, caging you in with both arms.
āIāve got you.ā Low. Certain. A promise with no room for doubt.
His lips gently presses against yours once more, hot yet gentle like he is holding himself back. He takes your wrists in his palms moving them beside your head. He pushes your legs apart with his knees and stays in between, his hardening cock brushing against your wetting core. He presses a finger against your lips, āSuck it, my love.ā
Your breath caught in your throat, a forgotten name he whispered crashed over you. Staring deeply in to his eyes you take his finger in your mouth slowly sucking it in. Zuko hummed watching you, his cock twitching in his pants, begging to be free.
But tonight was about you, his wife.
You release his finger with a pop, gently he presses against your wet entrance. āAlready soaking for me.ā He whispers to himself looking down as his digit entered you.
You gasped when he began slowly pumping his finger into you, your walls clenching around him as he curled it deliberately.
āSo warm. So tight.ā His voice was rough against your skin. āI wonder if you can still take my cock when this is how you feel around just my finger.ā
He was teasing you now, teeth grazing the shell of your ear, his hot tongue dragging along your jaw, lips pressing slow and deliberate against your neck. A soft moan escaped you as you cradled his head, your back arching sharply when he added a second finger. You were so wet it slipped in without resistance.
His pace began to build ā slow, intentional pumps that found the same spot and refused to leave it.
āZuko- it feels so-nghh! So good!ā
He smiled against your skin, something quieter than a smirk. āGood. I was afraid Iād forgotten how.ā The words carried more weight than he probably intended.
He kissed his way down your chest, taking a hardened nipple into his mouth like it was something heād been starving for, sucking slow and deliberate, his tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough to make you shiver. His breath came out scorching against your skin as he pulled you deeper into his mouth.
The combination of his fingers and his tongue was unraveling you thread by thread. You shuddered, goosebumps rising across your skin, toes curling into the silk sheets beneath you.
His face was flushed when he pressed his nose against you, inhaling slowly like he was grounding himself in you.
āMy love.. hmm- you smell so good.ā A groan, low and helpless. His cock was throbbing and ignored in his pants. That didnāt matter. Not yet. Not tonight.
Pressure began to coil low in your stomach. Your moans came faster, less controlled, your body shuddering in waves. The dual sensation of his mouth on your chest and his fingers deep in your core was euphoric, and then his thumb found your clit, pressing slow, gentle circles against it.
You whimpered, startled by how sharp it hit.
āSo needy.ā His voice was soft. Not mocking, almost apologetic. āHas it really been that long? Donāt worry, love. Iām here now.ā
Your hips lifted instinctively, chasing him, and he gave you exactly what you were asking for, driving his fingers deeper, thumb never faltering. He leaned over you then, his dark hair cascading around you both like a curtain, blocking out everything that wasnāt him.
āMy gorgeous wife.ā
He said it like he was reminding himself. Like he needed to hear it out loud.
He captured your lips and didnāt let go. Your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders as his fingers drew you closer and closer to the edge. Every moan that left you he swallowed hungrily, his quiet hums vibrating through your chest, his tongue sliding against yours, his body a furnace pressed to your skin.
The fire in your stomach crested, violent and sudden.
āZ-zuko.. hah! Iām comingāā A whimper into his mouth.
He pulled back just enough. āCome for me.ā Barely a whisper against your lips. āCome for me, my wife.ā
Your vision went white. Your body arched and shook, walls clenching around his fingers as he worked you through every wave, slow and steady, refusing to let go until you had given him everything.
You were still trembling, still buzzing with the aftershock of your release, when Zuko spread your thighs apart.
His touch was warm. His face was flushed. Every exhale left him in a faint curl of steam, involuntary and telling. He rutted his cock against your core, still clothed, just barely, a damp patch darkening the fabric, and the groan it dragged from him was low and pained. His fingers pressed firm into your thighs. Your lips shaped his name over and over without permission.
Then he pulled back and stripped slowly, deliberately.
He wanted you to look. So you did.
His body was all hard lines and warm brown skin in the candlelight, a thin sheen of sweat tracing every muscle, the deep cut of his hips drawing your eye downward to where he was hard and heavy and wanting tip flushed, veins prominent, aching for you.
He lined himself up at your entrance. His voice, when it came, was trembling.
āTonight Iāll show you how much I love you.ā
One thrust. That was all it took.
The stretch of him knocked the breath from your lungs, overwhelming and achingly familiar all at once, a feeling your body remembered even when your heart had begun to doubt. A broken sound escaped you before you could swallow it, and his arms tightened around you immediately.
He didnāt move. Not yet.
He couldnāt ā not with the way you felt around him. Warm and real and his.
He had forgotten. Somewhere between the councils and the correspondence and the weight of a crown he never asked for, he had let himself forget this existed. That you existed, like this, wanting him, taking him in, still here after everything.
A stuttering breath fell from his lips.
āIāll show you how much Iāve missed you.ā Unsteady. Fractured. Like the words cost him something.
Then something shifted in his eyes.
His large hands spread your thighs wider, his gaze dropping, dark and consuming, stripped of everything but hunger. When he spoke again his voice had fallen to something low and rough and barely restrained.
āYouāre going to take all of me tonight.ā
He drove forward and didnāt stop
No hesitation. No easing in. His hips snapped into a punishing rhythm like a dam finally breaking, calloused hands locking your waist in place, holding you exactly where he needed you.
Your walls clenched and yielded around him in turns, pulling him back in with every withdraw like your body refused to let him go. Your eyes rolled. Coherent thought dissolved entirely.
āNgh!!.. Zuko- ah! h-harder-ā
The word had barely left your lips before something in him broke completely.
He pinned your wrists to either side of your head and fell apart. There was no other way to describe it, the way his hips rolled into you, hard and desperate and utterly without restraint, like a man with nothing left to protect.
His cock drove into you at an angle that made you jolt, a croaked moan tearing from your throat at every thrust. When your body began sliding back with the force of it he caught you immediately.
āNo, no, nooo, my love,ā
His hand found your throat, pulling you back onto him. āYou wanted this, remember?ā A deep, fractured groan. āSo take it.ā
He swallowed whatever sound you made next with a kiss that was more teeth than tenderness, biting at your lips, his tongue sweeping in and claiming every moan before it could escape.
You arched into him without thinking, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper, refusing to let him stop.
āSo needy for me, arenāt you?ā
He released your throat and your wrists all at once, hands finding your leg instead, hauling it up against his chest like a claim. The shift rolled you onto your side, and the new angle stole whatever breath you had left. He drove deeper from here, harder, relentless in a way that blurred the line between pleasure and ruin. You fisted the silk sheets and held on.
His veined shaft dragged against your walls with every movement, slow enough on the pull back to make you feel every ridge of him before he drove forward again. Every thrust was enough to make your vision white at the edges.
Zuko tilted his head down, watching himself disappear into you, from the tip all the way to the base, your body taking him completely, greedily. His jaw was tight. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, obscene and relentless.
āMy lovely wife.ā His voice was wrecked. āDo you feel how much I love you? How much I missed you?ā
He pressed a hot palm flat against your stomach ā feeling himself move inside you from the outside, and something about that alone made your breath hitch.
āYou were- mhmā¦ made for me.ā Low. Reverent. āOnly ever for me.ā
āZuko- ahh!ā¦ itās- itās too much!ā you whimpered.
āItās not.ā
His golden eyes found yours and held them. Unflinching. Certain.
āItās not.ā
He kept going, and all you could do was take it and unravel beneath him. The candlelight carved him open above you, every muscle thrown into sharp relief, sweat gilding his skin, making him look devastating and unreal and entirely yours.
You got wetter just looking at him.
āTell me you love me.ā He groaned the words more than spoke them, hips merciless, relentless, driving you into the sheets. āTell me, my wife.ā
āOh!- o-oh god! ā you gasped when his tip grazed that spot, white flooding your vision.
Zukoās jaw tightened.
āWrong words.ā
He drove forward ā again, and again, and again.
The words spilled out between broken gasps, slurred and unguarded.
āI- I love you, Zuko-ā
Like your mouth had stopped asking your brain for permission entirely.
He exhaled shakily against your calf, lips pressing a reverent kiss there.
āSay it again.ā Barely a whisper.
But he didnāt wait for an answer ā his thumb found your clit, pressing slow firm circles that made your whole body seize. The coil in your stomach snapped without warning.
āZuko! Nngh!!ā¦ Iām coming-ā
āYeah?ā His voice was wrecked, undone. āCome for me. Come on.ā
Your back arched clean off the sheets. Broken sounds poured from you as your walls clenched around him, tight and desperate, pulling him in and refusing to let go. He groaned at the feel of it, deep and raw, like it had been dragged from somewhere he didnāt know he was holding.
The room was warm. Then warmer. Steam curled through the air around him, rising from his skin like something he could no longer contain. His pace grew sharp and precise, chasing both your highs with singular focus, hips stuttering as he began to unravel.
And then-
A sound tore from his throat that carried heat.
A small burst of flame spilled past his lips, involuntary, unstoppable, gone in an instant. His whole body shuddered and surrendered at once, spilling into you, filling you completely, his forehead dropping as the last of his control burned away entirely.
He had never , not once, lost it like that.
He collapsed beside you. The room was quiet except for the sound of you both breathing. The candles flickered. Steam still clung to the air around him, slow to dissipate, like even now his body hadnāt fully come back to itself.
You lay limp and undone beside your husband. Your husband, who had kissed your calf like a prayer. Who had said say it again like your love was something he was no longer sure he deserved to hear.
He turned his head toward you in the dim light, and for a moment he just looked at you, golden eyes soft and unguarded in a way the Fire Lord never allowed himself to be.
āIām sorry.ā Quiet. Rough around the edges. āIt wonāt happen again.ā
You turned toward him slowly, body still warm and heavy with the afterglow.He was already looking at you. Like he wasnāt sure he was allowed to still be here.
You reached up and found his face in the dim light, thumb grazing the scar beneath it without hesitation, palm settling against his cheek. He exhaled slowly and leaned into your touch like something in him finally let go.
āZuko.ā
His eyes closed.
āI forgive you.ā
He didnāt speak. He brought your hand to his lips instead, pressing a long, quiet kiss to your palm. Then he drew you into his chest without a word, arms wrapping around you with the quiet certainty of someone who intended never to let go again.
His heartbeat was steady beneath your ear.
āSleep,ā you murmured, already drifting. āYouāre here now. Thatās enough.ā
āI love you so much.ā
āI love you too.ā
The candles burned low around you both. And for the first time in a long time, you slept soundly, tucked against the warmth of your husband, who held you through the night like you were the most precious thing in his keeping.
Because you were.
ĖĖą¦Ė
A/N: This has to be the longest fic I have written so far omg. I wanted it to be soo perfect when I publish it for you guys.
Hope you liked what I did with involving Uncle iroh!! More writers should include him deadass!
I really hope that you guys liked it ! Love you byee
ā¶ļøļø Jealous Type (starring . fire lord zuko)
synopsis . You clearly donāt understand who it is you belong to, so the fire lord makes things a little clearer for you via drawing his name out into that sweet cunt of yours. content . afab!reader, oral sex (f!receiving), possessiveness, royal advisor!reader (ib: my dearest @yenayaps), fingering, pet names, faint manhandling, heās kinda feral, slight corruption kink, praise, etc.
author's note: weāre all obsessed w tht one edit, no?
āI simply donāt believe I serve much purpose to you anymore, my lordāā
āItās only us in here, Iāve said many times before that you donāt have to call me that.ā Zuko muttered, annoyance etched into his every unfairly pretty feature.
You struggled to meet eyes or reason with him, but continued in your rant nonetheless. āāYou hardly heed the advice I give you, despite it being my sole purpose to you, and I've reason to believe I would be a better fit for another nation. Iāve received word from the Earth Kingdo-ā
Amber eyes snap up from the floor and directly onto you, his body pushing him up from his throne to stand up straight as he scoffs, āWhat?ā
You're hesitant to lift your chin and face him head on, gulping as your words jumble up at the center of your throat. Carefully, you lift your gaze slowly and allow yourself a moment to naturally collect both yourself and your thoughts. Patiently uttering, āMy lord, please stop interrupting me. I-ā
Doing the exact opposite once more, āNo, seriously, what?ā
You huff, meeting his eyes with your brows all furrowed. After a short pause, āWhat do you mean what?ā
Zuko's eyes appear to be softer on you as he departs from his throne and nears you, āYouāre leaving me?ā
The question and the way it exits his lips is enough to make your body feel hot for reasons unbeknownst to you. Thus causing you to shoot your eyes off to the side, āW-Well, I was considering-ā
āThat wonāt do.ā Flies right out of him without second thought, as if he no longer wanted the concept to be entertained or considered at all.
You return your full attention to him with widened eyes, unconsciously stepping forward, āPardon?ā
Zuko gestures a hand out with a shake of his head, āCome here."
As you obediently move to do as you're told, you feel the intensity of his eyes raking over your frame, the heat behind them easily carving itself into your very being. Fuck if it wasn't as intimidating as ever to be alone with him like this, no matter how many times you've found yourself in this exact position in the past.
He's moved to the side of his throne and directs you towards it, ignoring the confused looks you throw his way, āSit. Iāll show you what other purposes you serve for me.ā
Everything was happening much too fast.
The man whom youāve been diligently serving for the past few years was requesting your consent to touch you intimately so suddenly that you felt as though you were dreaming.
Itās not like you havenāt imagined it beforeāhell, look at him! Everyone in the Fire Nation has indulged in a fantasy or two, itād be strange if they didnāt. Especially if they were in your shoes, being so close to him at nearly every waking hour and getting to know him on levels beyond regolness.
So when his lordship humbly requested that you sit yourself on his throne and let him give you a nice feel of what your purpose is to him, it was only natural that you succumbed to the years of not-so-hidden need that has been weighing itself on your shoulders.
Heart pounding in your chest, none of your imaginations of the past could ever quite compare to the real thing of watching the fire lord lower himself down to his knees, bring his hands to your legs, and steadily part them open whilst constantly whispering gentle confessions in hopes of insuring you're entirely comfortable with this.
Truth be told, he'd always had a bit of a crush on youāhaving taken quite the liking to you from the day he'd chose you to be his royal advisor.
It was an odd sensation for you to find yourself seated where Zuko typically commands the nation, especially with the way he'd loomed before you with a hint of delectable saliva building up at the corners of his mouth. You barely caught on to the way he'd asked you to undress yourself before himāto bare your body for his greedy eyes to take inābefore his hands were virtually everywhere.
There was a sense of heat felt from his faintly shaking palms, as if this were the most nerve-wracking act he'd ever participated in. You were steady in your undressing, considering you needed some sort of moment to prepare yourself for what was to come.
By the time you found yourself nakedāregal, advisory robes splayed out against his throne as your body sat all prettily perched upon itāZuko was all but drooling. You'd seen his lordship make many expressions over the years but thisāthis was unlike anything you'd ever seen before.
And it was all for you.
In the next instance, Zuko was gripping onto your knees, letting his fingers touch with a certain firmness as he spread your legs apart. Your limbs felt mushy under his skin and you already felt your lungs struggling to maintain a steady flow of oxygen. You had an arm coming up to hide your flushing face before he'd even gotten anywhere with you and he couldn't help but crack a cheeky smile at the display.
Who knew his dutiful advisorāwho'd just threatened to leave him mere moments ago, mind youācould make such cute expressions from the slightest of touches?
"Relax," Zuko cooed gently, leaning forward to lightly kiss at your inner thigh, "I'm only trying to help you understand your purpose."
Breath hitching, "My lord, I really don't think-"
His tongue rolls out along the inside of your leg and you flinch as if you'd never been touched before. This was the Fire Lord, after all. Having him like this-, watching him do something so obscene...
"You don't need to think," He hushes out to you, the curve in his lips felt right against your tensed skin, "Not now, anyway. Just feel. Can you do that for me?" It took you a few seconds but, eventually, you nodded your head. To which he cracks a smile, "Atta' girl."
Then his head traveled further up and you held eye contact with him whilst his mouth slipped over to cup the soaking lips of your cunt. Those same fiery amber-shaded eyes of his roll back almost instantaneously, a rumbling groan pouring out from deep within the pit of his stomach in reaction to the taste of you on his tongue.
And you expected him to let this go? As if.
You clasped your lip tightly in between your teeth, your hands moving out to grip onto the arms of the throne as you braced yourself, hips jerking forwards ever so slightly to meet the feel of Zuko's hot tongue. A sloppy trail of saliva is left in the wake of every flick from his oral muscle, the hum he lets out against you enough to have your legs squirming around under his touch.
There's a smooth sound of schliiiick that rings out though the throne room, the noise surely loud enough for someone beyond its large walls to hear. Not that you or him seem to care, though.
Whines 'n moans are easily pulled from somewhere in your throat as his mouth maneuvers suavely to capture the entirety of your saccharine taste onto the center of his tongue.
Your back soon slumps against the throne, leaving you to stare in awe at the starving lord of a man who's cravings could only be satisfied through the taste of your sloppy cunt. There's a feeling of paranoia haunting you from somewhere within your gut that at any moment now a person could knock on the throne room doors or simply burst right in with an urgent matter but, ask Zuko if he cares!
Spoiler alert: he doesn't.
The tips of his tongue dive and dip all around the very ends 'n ins of your pussy, lapping out the most provocative of gushes form deep within you. You're a blissed-out mess of moans before he even thinks to pull himself up for a moment to breathe. And by then, your hands have buried themself into his long lushes locks of hair, tugging and pulling at his head as your teeth tatter against themself in an honest attempt at maintaining even the slightest fracture of your composure.
Then Zuko's body shifts forward and suddenly his tongue his snaking its looong self past your folds, wetly spreading you open on it. Your back arches almost immediately and you think your eyes cross just as your fingers scrape over his scalp.
Zuko's head tilts ever so slightly to lick at your insides at a circularly different angle, tongue plucking itself in and out of your gushy entrance simply to have your arousal leaking all down the expanse of his jawline.
When the man tugs himself away to gasp, he's only diving back in half a second later to kiss over your clit and then smear the tip of his tongue around itāshowcasing to you that his skills go beyond mere fire bending and that his tongue has learned how to bend the feel of a new element to you.
Something raw jumps out of your throat and you pant out his name whilst he shakes his head into you and then proceeds to respond to your calls by spelling his name out around your clit.
Then come his fingersāand fuck if they aren't farrr thicker than you were prepared for, initially prodding at your drooling hole, and then carefully pushing into you after a mere tease to that clingy ring of resistance he's met with.
Your lower lip pushes out and you moan just past it, earning his attention for the first time in a while as his eyes come up to find your lewdly-set expression.
"Ah," Using a free hand to wipe some of the slick from his mouth, Zuko moves up towards you and keeps his fingers working your insides, "Don't pout. You can take this much," He encourages, a second digit carefully slipping into you. "See? Two of my fingers, buried so deep inside you like that..." His words earn a particularly filthy squelch. "Shit, you should feel honored by this, sweetheart."
You manage a huff at that, nails chafing into the arm of the throne again, "Y-You and that damn-, ngh, honor..."
He snickers, his thumb poking forward to plumply round your clit, "Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me you don't feel honored to have me this devoted to you."
"Zuko," You moan instead of answering correctly.
Letting it slide due to his soft spot for you, he merely sighs. "Please understand that this is your purpose to me, not abandoning me to go whisper in the ears of Earth Kingdom fools." Zuko explains to you, voice coming out in warm waves against the crown of your ear, "Understood?"
You nod, "Y-Yes, Zuko."
His head cocks to the side, fingers jolting up against your slicked walls to curl, "You address me so formally any other time but now..." He pulls away a few inches to cast his eyes over your expression, fully appreciating how gorgeously you fall apart on just two of his fingers.
He can only begin to imagine how satisfying it would be to see you do the same on his cock. Fuck, you probably wouldn't even be able to handle that, would you?
No, but you'd damn sure try if he let you...
Meeting his gaze, "Yes, my lord." You correct in a short whisper.
For the first time ever, Zuko realizes the title doesn't sound so bad coming from you.
At least, not in this context since his cock promptly hardens through his robes in reaction to that sweet, sweet tone of yours.
He would've spelt his name out into your cunt and split you open on his fingers a long time ago if he knew this would be the result!
A smirk splays out across his wet mouth and he leans in, his breath mingling with your own, "Cum for me, my advisor. Show me where your loyalties lie."
That quickly sends you right over the edge, your cunt clenching and twitching all around his fingers as one of your hands move out to clutch onto his royal clothing.
Breathlessly puffing, "F-Fuuck.."
Zuko watches you closely the entire time, loving the way your thighs quiver, and how good your pussy feels releasing onto his hand.
Only leaning away as you're done to murmur, "See? Now, tell me again about leaving?"
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