Okay, you gotta understand 1 more layer of just how awesome this is. That's an old-fashioned calligraphy pen. Yes, with a very fine point, and it's clearly a cartridge pen since it's not having to be dipped in an inkpot periodically, but it uses an ink that cannot be erased, and will smear like hell if it isn't handled carefully.
There is not a single mistake on this entire page.
There is not a single hesitation.
There is only the artistry of pure confidence.
This is the result of, not thousands of strokes of practice, but well beyond ten thousand strokes of practice, and quite possibly more than a hundred thousand strokes of practice.
Practice does indeed make perfect.
May your own art, your own creativity, reach these kinds of heights, whatever it is...and may you always have the passion & interest to continue practicing.
he's told you this many times now, but you often brush off the firelord's ask as fleeting desire. perhaps a new fetish - the thought of seeing you knocked up and so evidently claimed by him that any time you'd leave his chambers, people would see you as his, pregnant and swollen with his child.
you didn't take him seriously at all, until he dragged you away from his council room where you'd been seated next to him the whole time, giving him such sweet, pure little looks and rubbing his thigh dangerously close to his cock, all while murmuring praises whenever he proposed a strong idea. such words could've also been used in bed, as you'd been saying things like;
"so good, zuko."
"well done, my prince."
among other words in that sultry voice of yours.
now he has you folded up in his huge bed, pushing your legs wide open as far as they'll go as he pounds his achingly swollen cock into your chubby pussy with the sole goal of pumping you full of his babies.
you cry out and dig your nails into his strong shoulders, wondering what's come into your loving husband. how he's gone from lovemaking to fucking you raw into the mattress, aiming the thick head of his cock straight for your womb and kissing your cervix each time he bottoms out.
"didn't fuck- take me seriously at all." he grunts, watching juices spill out of you as he keeps aiming his long, curved cock straight for your womb, dragging his engorged shaft along your softened sweet spots each time. it makes your toes curl and your nails cut into his flesh as pleasure overwhelms you. "i told you i wanted to get you fuckin' pregnant, and you thought i was joking. what makes you think i'd ever joke about something like that?"
"zuko!" you call his name between garbled moans, your head tipping back into the pillow when he pushes his cock flat into your cervix yet again, slowing his thrusts just enough to hit it gently, not to hurt, but to deliver a fucking message. he tuts at your whining and lets out a soft hiss as you rake your nails down his skin. the pain does not deter him at all, only encouraging to pound your puffy cunt harder.
he grabs handfuls of your tits, squeezing and rubbing his skilled fingers along your budding nipples until they're hard and stout, his tongue licking over his lips hungrily as he imagines how they'll dribble with milk once you're thoroughly bred. he leans down and pushes your breasts together so he can suck both nipples into his mouth at once, tasting the sweetness of your skin and sweat for now and fixating on how much sweeter you'll taste with milk pouring into his mouth.
he plans to fuck your cunt as long as he can while you're pregnant, too.
the new angle has his cock spearing into you impossibly deeper, and as a reaction, your pussy flutters around him, milking his cock greedily and trying to wring the cum straight out of him. one more squeeze of your velvety walls around his dick has his cock swelling up, and with a loud groan into your tits, he spills a hot, thick, heavy load right into your womb, fucking you through it in hopes that this round of cum will surely get you pregnant.
Giving FireLord Zuko head during his advising meeting
Zuko sits at the head in his high-backed chair, shoulders rigid in his formal robes, voice steady as he addresses the small circle of advisors.
ββ¦and the supply lines through the Eastern Pass must be reinforced before the next moon. General Shin, your reportββ
His words cut off mid-sentence the moment your fingers brush the inside of his thigh under the table. Youβre kneeling between his spread legs, hidden by the heavy drape of the tablecloth and the dim lighting. The advisors donβt notice even as Zukoβs grip tightens on the edge of the table, knuckles whitening, but his face remains composed.
You smile against the fabric of his pants before tugging the laces open slowly. His thick hard veined cock springs free, as you give it one kitten lick. Zuko clears his throat roughly, shifting in his seat. βContinue, General.β
Your tongue drags up the thick underside of his cock in one slow, wet stripe, and Zukoβs thigh jumps under your palm. A tiny, choked sound escapes him as you wrap your lips around the head and suck.
You take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge. Zukoβs hips twitch forward involuntarily, pushing another inch into your warm mouth. His free hand drops beneath the table, fingers threading tight into your hair to try to stop you. He pulls harder against your head trying to get you off.
His fingers yank at your hair again, harder this time, a desperate attempt to pull you off before anyone notices. But you donβt stop. You sink lower instead, taking him deeper until the fat head of his cock nudges the back of your throat and you swallow around him.
A groan slips out before he can stop it. Itβs quiet but in the heavy silence of the war room it feels deafening. One of the advisors pauses, brow furrowing. βFirelord Zuko, perhaps we should adjourn if youβre unwellββ
βNo,β he snaps, voice hoarse as his fingers twist tighter in your hair, hips stuttering up in shallow, needy thrusts he canβt control. βFinish the briefing.β
You hum around his throbbing cock just to be mean, the vibration making his thigh twitch hard against your cheek. His hips jerk up involuntarily, shoving another thick inch past your lips. Zukoβs trying so hard to look composed but his cock is leaking steadily onto your tongue.
Then Advisor Kael leans forward, voice cautious. βMy Lordβ¦ regarding the proposed alliance with the Earth Kingdom colonies. What are your thoughts on increasing the tribute demands? Should we push for more grain shipments orββ
Zuko opens his mouth to answer, but you choose that exact moment to swallow him to the hilt again, throat fluttering around the thick head as you suck hard.
βW-weβ¦ ahββ His voice cracks instantly, turning into a shaky stammer. βWe s-shouldβ¦ahemβmaintain the currentβ¦ f-fuckβcurrent terms for n-nowββ
The advisors blink, exchanging uneasy glances. Zukoβs face is flushed dark, sweat beading along his hairline. His hand in your hair is trembling violently now. You suck harder, faster, cheeks hollowed, spit dripping down your chin as you work him with messy, wet sounds that only he can hear.
Advisor Kael frowns deeper. βMy Lord? Are you certain? You seemβ¦ distracted.β
βIβm f-fine,β Zuko forces out, the words slurred and breathy. His free hand slams down on the table again, knuckles white. βJ-justβ¦ continue. The tribute stays as is. No changes. Meetingβ¦ hahβmeeting adjourned. All of youβout. Now.β
The advisors hesitate for a split second, murmuring confused goodbyes and bowing quickly before filing out one by one. The heavy doors slide shut behind the last one with a soft thud, leaving the war room silent except for Zukoβs ragged breathing.
He shoves his chair back just enough, both hands fisting tight in your hair as he thrusts up hard into your mouth. His thick cock slams to the back of your throat in one rough stroke, making you gag around him.
βFuckβfinallyββ he groans, His hips snap up again and again, fucking your mouth with short, needy thrusts that have his balls slapping wetly against your chin. βYouβnghhβyou fucking teaseβtaking me like that in front of themβahhβ!β
Heβs lost all control now, hips jerking frantically as he chases his release. Thick pulses of hot cum flood your mouth, and he keeps thrusting through it whimpering softly with every spurt. βF-fuckβ¦ ahβahhβgoodβ¦ so goodββ
When it finally ebbs, Zuko slumps in the chair, chest heaving, still buried between your lips. His fingers loosen in your hair, turning gentle as he strokes shakily over your cheek. He pulls you off slowly, a string of spit and cum connecting your swollen lips to his twitching cock. Then he drags you up into his lap, burying his face in your neck with a shaky, mortified groan. βThey definitely heard that last part.β
Itβs impossible to control your whoremones when youβre ovulating around the Fire Lord.
Your body betrays you every single time. Your breasts feel heavier, nipples sensitive against your robes. And between your thighs? Youβre so soaked making your panties cling uncomfortably all day.
But of course youβre engaged to a fucking prince whoβs meeting with his advisors dragged on forever, and youβd spent the whole time biting your lip, trying not to squirm while your mind kept drifting to his mouth, his hands, the thick length of him stretching you open.
Youβre lounging in the low chair off to the side of the war room, just barely in Zukoβs line of sight. The golden light from the braziers flickers across him as he sits at the head of the long table, posture straight even though you can tell heβs bored out of his mind. His advisors drone on about supply lines and border skirmishes as your eyes lock onto his.
Heβs listeningβor pretending toβnodding occasionally, and you decide this is the perfect time to have a little fun.
Keeping your face perfectly neutral, you slowly slide one hand down your body, careful not to draw attention from the others. The silk of your robe parts easily under your fingers. You slip beneath the hem, trailing lightly over your stomach until you reach the damp heat between your thighs.
Your panties stick to your swollen folds as you push them aside with two fingers and bite the inside of your cheek when you finally touch bare, slick skin.
Zukoβs eyes narrow as you hold his stare as you drag your fingers through your wetness, coating them before circling your aching clit. It feels so good, but itβs not enough. Not nearly enough. You press harder, rubbing tight little circles while your hips shift the tiniest bit in the chair.
The hand resting on the arm of his throne curls into a fist, knuckles whitening. One of the advisors is still talkingβsomething about grain shipmentsβbut Zukoβs focus is completely locked on the way your hand moves beneath your robe. You let your lips part just slightly, letting him see the way your breath hitches when you dip two fingers lower and push inside yourself.
Youβre so wet the faint, obscene sound of it is almost audible to you. You pray the advisors canβt hear.
Zukoβs chest rises and falls a little faster. His eyes burnβliterally, the gold flaring brighter for half a second before he forces it back under control. You can see the tension in his shoulders, the way heβs gripping the edge of the table now like heβs two seconds from standing up and clearing the entire room.
You slide your fingers deeper, curling them just the way he does when heβs inside you, and your thighs tremble. A soft, involuntary exhale escapes your lips. You donβt break eye contact. Instead, you mouth his name silentlyβZukoβwhile you fuck yourself slow and teasing on your own fingers, thumb still working your clit in lazy circles.
He shifts in his seat, and you know heβs hard. You can see the slight bulge beneath his robes, the way he has to adjust his posture to hide it from the men still obliviously discussing tactics.
One of the advisors asks him a direct question. Zukoβs voice comes out rougher than usual, βRepeat that.β
You smile sweetly and oh so innocently, even as you pump your fingers a little faster, chasing your orgasm. Zukoβs gaze drops for a split second to where your hand disappears under the fabric, then snaps back up to your face. The look he gives tells you you're going to pay for this later.
The thought only makes you wetter. You add a third finger, stretching yourself, imagining itβs him fucking you right here in front of everyone. Youβre so close already, body wound tight from hours of denial and ovulation hormones turning you into a desperate little mess.
Zuko clears his throat, cutting off whatever the advisor was saying.βThis meeting is over.β
The men blink, startled, but they know better than to argue with him. Chairs scrape as bows are offered, and they file out quickly, murmuring among themselves.
The second the heavy doors shut behind the last advisor, Zuko is on his feet immediately. You donβt stop touching yourselfβstill lazily fucking your fingers, lips parted on soft little pantsβuntil heβs right in front of your chair.
He grabs your wrist and yanks your hand out from under your robe. Your fingers are shiny with your slick. Without breaking eye contact, he brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean, tongue curling around them. βCouldnβt wait until I was done? Had to tease me like that in front of everyone?β
You bite your lip, still breathing hard, thighs pressed together as another rush of wetness coats your folds. βYou looked bored,β you whisper, βI thought Iβd give you something better to focus on.β
In one swift motion he hauls you up from the chair, spins you around, and bends you over the long war table. Your palms slap against the polished wood as he shoves your robe up over your hips, yanking your soaked panties down your thighs. βFuck,β he hisses, one large hand spreading your ass so he can see how dripping and swollen you are. βLook at you. So fucking wet for me already. That explains your behavior.β
You whimper at his words, pushing back against him, aching to be filled. The thick head of his cock nudges against your entrance and you moan when he drags it through your slick folds, βZukoβpleaseββ
He laughs mockingly as he keeps teasing your entrance without pushing in. βPlease what? Use your words. You were so bold a minute ago, mouthing my name and fucking yourself right in front of me. Now youβre suddenly shy?β
You whine, fingers scrabbling against the table. βPlease fuck me. I need youβneed your cockββ
He doesnβt make you beg twice before you cry out, fingers scrabbling against the table as he starts fucking you hard and deep. Zuko groans, one hand gripping your hip hard while the other fists in your hair, pulling your head back just enough to speak against your ear. βSo greedy today. Canβt even sit through one meeting without playing with this needy little cunt. What am I going to do with you?β
He starts fucking you in deep, punishing strokes. βYouβre going to pay for that little show,β he growls,
βTeasing your Fire Lord like thatβ¦ making me hard while Iβm supposed to be listening to grain shipments.β He punctuates the words with a particularly hard snap of his hips. βYou really thought that through didnβt you?β
You moan loudly, pushing back to meet his thrusts, the table creaking beneath you. βZukoβahβyesβI was thinking about you the whole time.β
Without warning he pulls out, making you whine at the sudden emptiness. Before you can protest, he flips you onto your back on the wide table, spreading your legs wide and hooking them over his elbows. He slides back into you in one smooth thrust, the new angle making your back arch.
βThere we go,β he murmurs, golden eyes soft even as his hips snap forward hard. βBetter? I know how needy you get, my empress.β
He leans down to kiss you, tongue sliding against yours while he fucks you. You moan into his mouth, hands clutching at his shoulders. He feels so good, so thick, and exactly what you needed. After a few more deep thrusts he pulls out again, ignoring your desperate sound of protest. With easy strength he lifts you off the table, turns you, and sits himself in one of the heavy advisor chairs before pulling you down onto his lap facing him. You sink onto his cock, taking all of him. βRide me,β he orders, hands gripping your hips.
You brace your hands on his chest and start moving, bouncing on his cock with frantic, needy rolls of your hips. Zuko groans, head tipping back for a moment before he looks up at you again, one hand sliding up to cup your breast flicking the peak as you whimper.
βLook at you,β he teases, βSo pretty when youβre desperate like this. My perfect girl, dripping all over me because she couldnβt wait another minute.β He suddenly thrusts up hard to meet you, making you cry out. βThatβs itβfuck, just like that.β
He lets you ride him for a while, watching as you chase your pleasure. Youβre so so fucking close when he picks you up still buried inside you, and carries you a few steps to press your back against the cool stone wall. βZukoβahβplease, Iβm so closeββ Your legs wrap around his waist as he fucks you against it, the angle letting him grind against your clit with every thrust.
βI know, princess,β he coos, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your neck while his hips piston into you. βI can feel how tight youβre getting. You feel so good β
The combination of his sweet words and the brutal way heβs fucking you sends you over. Zuko groans at the feeling, fucking you through it with deep, steady strokes.
Before you can even catch your breath, he pulls out once more, spins you around, and bends you over the table again, βAgain,β he murmurs against your ear, βYouβre ovulating, love. I know you need more than one. So be good and come for me again while I fill you up.β
You push back against him, pussy squelching loudly. βThatβs my princessβ¦ I love when you get like this. I love youβ
You come a second time as tears prick your eyes from the overstimulation. Your walls clamp down around him, milking his cock as he cums hard. Zukoβs rhythm falters as he twitches inside you, the last of the thick white spurts filling you.
Then he gently pulls out, turns you to face him, and lifts you into his arms with surprising tenderness. He carries you over to his throne-like chair at the head of the table and settles you on his lap, your head resting against his chest.
Zuko brushes damp strands of hair from your face, golden eyes warm and full of affection as he looks down at you. βFeeling better, princess?β he asks softly, a playful little smirk tugging at his lips, βOr do you need me to give you a few more rounds?β
You laugh breathlessly and nuzzle closer to him as he laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. βThatβs what I thought. Weβve got all afternoonβ¦ and Iβm more than happy to keep spoiling you rotten.β
a/n: I spend all day writing this w zuko edits replaying in the background then I nap then I edit and now u sluts get to see it too! I canβt stop watching zuko edits I love him I need him in my mouth RIGHT NOW
Youβre on round fourβno, five?βand youβve completely lost count. The clock on the nightstand says itβs been almost three hours since youβd argued about who could last longer and Zuko first pushed you down onto his bed, taunting, βLetβs see how long you can keep up with me, princess.β
Turns out? Not as long as him.
Zukoβs still going like he could do this all night. Hell, like he could do this all week. Sweatβs dripping down his sculpted chest, black hair sticking to his forehead in messy strands.
His hips snap into you with the same relentless rhythm he started with. βFuuuck, Z-Zukoβhnnghβslow downβahh!β Youβre gasping, nails digging into his shoulders as another orgasm makes your pussy clench tighter.
Your thighs are trembling around his waist, pussy clenching around his thick cock like itβs trying to milk him dry for the hundredth time tonight. Everythingβs so wetβyour slick, his cum from the last round, the squelches from your soaked pussy.
He laughs, leaning down to bite at your collarbone. βAww, already tapping out? But you feel so good, princess. This pretty little pussyβs so wet.β He rolls his hips in a slow grind, dragging the head of his cock through your folds before thrusting again. βLook at youβ¦ all fucked out and still taking me so well. Thatβs my girl.β
You whine, head tossing back against the pillow. βI canβtβnghhβIβm gonnaβagainβ!β
βYeah? Gonna cum on my cock again?β He speeds up just enough to make you orgasm again. βFuck I love you, baby. Let me feel it. Give it to me.β
He keeps goingβswitching positions whenever you think youβre about to pass out, using his stupidly endless stamina like itβs nothing. By the time the sky outside starts to lighten, youβve cum so many times youβve lost track, and Zukoβs finally starting to sound a little worn himself.
His hips lose their perfect rhythm as he chases his own release for what feels like the tenth time tonight. He thrusts hard, punctuating each word. βSee? Toldβyouβweβdβhaveβfun.β as he continues to stroke into your overfilled, overstimulated slick pussy. βHow about round six after a quick nap?β
You turn around to look at him, body sore from being folded every which way. βZuko, no.β
βCβmon princess? Whatβs one more?β
a/n: sorry for acting insane about my dadaman i stayed up late to write this omf m gonna b so dead for work tmrw but its ok cus whew I been WAITIN FOR THIS ONE like ZUKO ZADDYYY omfg I love u so much CUS WE FUCKIN FOR HOURSSS
βΆοΈοΈ Jealous Type (starring . fire lord zuko)
synopsis . You clearly donβt 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, heβs kinda feral, slight corruption kink, praise, etc.
author's note: weβre all obsessed w tht one edit, no?
βI simply donβt believe I serve much purpose to you anymore, my lordββ
βItβs only us in here, Iβve said many times before that you donβt have to call me that.β 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. ββYou 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. Iβve received word from the Earth Kingdo-β
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, βWhat?β
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, βMy lord, please stop interrupting me. I-β
Doing the exact opposite once more, βNo, seriously, what?β
You huff, meeting his eyes with your brows all furrowed. After a short pause, βWhat do you mean what?β
Zuko's eyes appear to be softer on you as he departs from his throne and nears you, βYouβre leaving me?β
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, βW-Well, I was considering-β
βThat wonβt do.β 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, βPardon?β
Zuko gestures a hand out with a shake of his head, βCome 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, βSit. Iβll show you what other purposes you serve for me.β
Everything was happening much too fast.
The man whom youβve 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.
Itβs not like you havenβt imagined it beforeβhell, look at him! Everyone in the Fire Nation has indulged in a fantasy or two, itβd be strange if they didnβt. 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 youβhaving 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 himβto bare your body for his greedy eyes to take inβbefore 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 nakedβregal, advisory robes splayed out against his throne as your body sat all prettily perched upon itβZuko was all but drooling. You'd seen his lordship make many expressions over the years but thisβthis 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 advisorβwho'd just threatened to leave him mere moments ago, mind youβcould 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 itβshowcasing 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 fingersβand 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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βZukoβfuckββ you gasp, grabbing the headboard for balance as his tongue immediately drags a thick, wet stripe through your folds. Heβs so fucking pussy drunk, eyes fluttering shut as his nose presses right against your clit while his tongue pushes inside you, fucking in and out in messy strokes.
You look down between your legs and the sight nearly ruins youβZukoβs face shiny with your slick, cheeks flushed dark, hair a complete wreck from how hard youβre gripping it. His golden eyes crack open just enough to lock onto yours and he moans louder when he catches you staring.
βRide my face,β he rasps, pulling back just enough to speak before diving right back in, tongue flattening to lap broad strokes through your folds. βCβmon, princessβuse me. Ride me.β
Your hips start rolling on their own, grinding down against his tongue as he sucks and licks. βZukoβright thereβfuckββ You whine as you start riding him harder, smothering him with your soaked pussy.
His hands slide up to grip your ass, squeezing hard as he pulls you down even tighter against his mouth. βFuck, youβre so wet,β he mumbles right against your clit, the words vibrating through you. He sucks the swollen bud between his lips, flicking his tongue fast and sloppy while you rock against his face. βTaste so fucking goodβ¦ keep going, just like that.β
Youβre practically bouncing on his tongue now, hips rolling in sloppy circles while he laps at you. Youβre riding his face with zero shame now, βZukoβIβmβfuck, Iβm closeββ you whimper, one hand fisting tighter in his hair while the other braces against the headboard.
Your juices are everywhere, coating his cheeks, his tongue, while his hands spread your ass wider, one thick finger teasing your tight little hole. Your thighs clamp around his head as you grind down one last time, gushing all over his tongue and chin.
βFuck, princess,β he rasps when you finally slump forward, giving your slit one last soft kiss. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand but it doesnβt do much. βCβmere I wanna watch you ride my cock.β
You stare down at him, chest heaving, trying to catch your breath. Your fingers are still tangled in his messy hair before lowering yourself onto his hard thick girth and begin to bounce.
There was one thing you did want to know thoughβ¦and that was, βSo Zuko, whereβd you learn how to eat pussy like that?β
Yeah, there was no way he was gonna be able to talk himself outta this one.
a/n: I donβt have any explanation for my ferality
Mission Specialist Christina Koch and Commander Reid Wiseman look back at the planet they set off from in pursuit of taking one giant leap forward towards the Moon.
yearner!jean who looks at you with the softest eyes and a slight smile while you speak, tucking back strands of hair ever so delicately when it dares to cover your beautiful face.
yearner!jean who collects everything that reminds him of you, whether it be a receipt from a restaurant he took you to even if you were just "friends", or a daisy he found in a field that represents love.
yearner!jean who loves to draw you, making sure to get every feature that makes you unique. sometimes he'd absentmindedly draw you when he was bored, other times he'd have a clear picture of you in his head and draw fantasies he wished were real.
yearner!jean who constantly replays subtle intimate moments between you two in his mind. not a day goes by without him thinking about the time where you adjusted his crooked tie during a formal event, secretly wishing you'd tug it down and plant a loving kiss on his lips.
yearner!jean whose heart sinks lower than his stomach when he hears you talking about how cute that guy was who just passed by, wishing you said those words about him instead of strangers.
yearner!jean who will always be there when you need a shoulder to cry on. he'll place his hands on your cheek and wipe your tears with his thumbs, looking at you with an empathetic expression. pulling you closer, he'll hold you deep into his chest as he listens to your sobs and kisses the crown of your head in reassurance. he won't leave your side until he knows you're feeling better.
yearner!jean who's constantly watching you and wondering what's going on in your head. he notices small things you do that he's not even sure if you know about it. sometimes, he'll watch your pupils dilate and a subtle smile creep up on your face as you eye something you like at the store. after not purchasing it, he'll go back later and buy it to surprise you.
yearner!jean who picks up on your newfound constant flirting, but doesn't want to jump to conclusions because he's scared that he's wrong and will lose you. he'd rather be by your side and silently yearn for a future together than speak up and leave him.
yearner!jean who nearly faints when you ask him out on a date, his heart racing at an alarming rate, and cheeks heating up instantly. after stuttering out a yes, you smiled and placed a quick peck on his cheek. all he could think about until said date was how your lips felt on his cheek, and wondered how they'd feel on his lips; what would they taste like?
yearner!jean who showed up to your house with a bouquet of wax flowers that were silently depicting his love towards you. as soon as you opened the door, he couldn't help but call you radiant.
yearner!jean who melts into your touch as you kiss him deeply after the amazing date. he'd place his palm on the nape of your neck, bring you closer as his other hand rested on the small of your back. left breathless after the first kiss, he'll go back for a quick second, wanting more even though he knows he should stop. before pulling away completely, he whispers how much tonight meant to him and that he'd never let you down.
yearner!jean who didn't know it was possible to love someone even more. after becoming an official couple, he always made sure you knew how beautiful you were and was the wind beneath his wings.
yearner!jean who has never been happier knowing that he doesn't have to be trapped in his fantasies anymore. you were finally his, and he was finally yours.
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