NOTE. Implied that reader and Zuko are engaged, and reader is a woman in this one!
“Relax,” you whispered, nudging his side. “You’re clenching your jaw.”
“I’m not,” he muttered, though he immediately loosened it. “People are staring.”
“They’re always staring,” you said breezily. “But right now they’re more interested in the fresh chili sesame buns over there, I promise.”
Zuko glanced over and saw a baker pulling golden, round buns from a clay oven, steam curling in the last golden slants of sunlight. His stomach made a small, treacherous sound.
You grinned. “Hungry?”
“I’m fine,” he said.
“You’re lying.”
“I’m managing,” he corrected.
You were already pulling him toward the stall, the ring on your finger cool against his arm. The sensation sends a small flutter to his chest, like a butterfly occupying the space without rent. “You’re getting a bun.”
He opened his mouth to protest, but you had already waved at the vendor. “Hi, Auntie Yin! Two sesame buns, please—and an extra one with chili if they’re still warm?”
The older woman squinted, then lit up with recognition. “[Name], you’re back! And you brought your prince again.”
Auntie Yin's husband cleared his throat. “Isn’t it Firelord, technically—”
“Pfft,” Auntie Mei waved him off with a flour-dusted hand. “Not when you’re standing in my bread line, young man.”
You laughed, leaning into Zuko as you accepted the little bundle of warm bread. “You see why I come back here?”
Just as he was about to hand in some coins, you had stopped his hand mid-way. He looked at you with a small pout, definitely confused.
“Zuko, no.”
“But—“
“We’re going to fight over this, so no.”
“I don’t like arguing with you,” he murmurs.
You pat his hand solemnly. “I know,” you say. “So I’m paying. End of story.”
He didn’t answer anything else until you raised the bun for him to take the first bite. It was crisp on the outside, soft and buttery in the middle, with little black sesame seeds clinging to his lips, the spice just right to not overpower the actual buttery taste. He closed his eyes briefly.
“I remember this,” he said. “I used to sneak out with my uncle, and we’d get these. He used to say—” His voice caught slightly, swallowing with a pleased nod. “—he used to say the best food in the Fire Nation was always on the street, never behind palace walls.”
Your smile softened.
“He was right.”
You wandered deeper into the market, weaving between stalls draped with silks, lanterns, and every kind of fried thing imaginable. People bumped into each other without apology, children shouted as they chased each other with little wooden dragons, and somewhere nearby, a flute player added a gentle melody to the thick scent of roasted peanuts and smoke.
Zuko tilted his head slightly. “You know all of them.”
You shrugged. “Grew up here. Before my family moved to the coast, we lived two blocks down.”
“Wait, really?”
“Mhm. That stall with the yellow lanterns? That used to be where I bought pickled plums on my way home from school. And that guy—” you pointed to a tall man flipping meat over a roaring fire—“used to give me extra sticks if I said please and didn’t rat him out to his wife for snacking while he cooked. Kind guy, really. Just had a habit of snacking, not that I can blame him because they're really good.”
Zuko looked at you with something like awe. “You never told me any of this.”
“I like keeping some mystery,” you teased, passing him a skewer of fire-grilled mushrooms glistening with glaze. “Try this one. You used to like mushrooms, right?”
“I still like mushrooms.”
“Then don’t make that face and eat it.”
He bit into it, reluctantly. The glaze was spicy, sweet, and smoky all at once. He blinked. “Okay, fine. That’s—really good.”
“Told you.”
You two kept walking, you pausing every so often to wave or chat or haggle for something small—an herbal tea, a dumpling wrapped in banana leaf, or dried fruit you tucked into the folds of your sleeve for later. Zuko stayed mostly quiet, watching you, feeling the tension in his chest unwind inch by inch. Your laugh was infectious, the kind that made other people smile without realizing it. More than once, he found himself smiling too, caught off guard by the sound.
At one point, you dragged him over to a table surrounded by children and old men playing tile games.
“[Name], my girl!” one of them called, holding up a tile. “Still cheating at dragon tiles?”
“Only when you let me win,” you said with a wink.
Zuko stood beside you, bemused. “You’ve played dragon tile in public?”
“She won in public,” one of the elders cackled. “Took my whole snack allowance for the week.”
You handed over a few coins with a mock-guilty face. “Here, I owe you for that.”
“Isn’t there a law that states it’s illegal to play mahjong in public?”
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"I don't know, is there?"
Before he could dwell on the thought for too long, you had already been ushering Zuko to the next stop. “You’ve been in more street fights than I have.”
“You’d be surprised what people will bet when they think a girl in ribbons doesn’t know what she’s doing.”
“I think I married a con artist.”
You gave him a pleased smile. “Took you this long to figure that out?”
You rounded a quieter corner of the market as the last of the sun dipped behind the rooftops. Lanterns glowed in the gathering dusk, and music trickled through the air. You led him to a little bench tucked between two carts, one selling sticky rice and the other spiced nuts. You flopped down with a sigh, tugging him beside you.
For a while, you two just sat.
Zuko leaned back, watching the lanterns sway in the breeze.
“This was… good.”
You bumped your shoulder against his. “You don’t always have to be Firelord, you know.”
“I kind of do,” he said, but it was quiet.
“You kind of don’t. Not with me, at least.”
He turned to look at you. “I don’t think I ever realized how much I missed this kind of quiet.”
You hummed. “That’s what I’m here for. To remind you.”
Zuko hesitated for a moment, then rested his hand on yours, lacing your fingers together, his finger idly playing with the ring on yours. It's nice, he thinks, just being with you like this. The market was bustling around you, but for a moment, it all faded—just a man and his beloved, full of street food and soft lantern light, sharing a bench and a memory and the kind of peace he was still learning to let himself have.
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"Send for one of the concubines." Zuko all but barked at his male servant, frustration lacing his voice as he entered his chambers and slammed the door behind him.
He didn't often send for one of his many lovers but when he did, it was usually when he was worked up from a council meeting or the many documents requiring his immediate attention. So when he found himself overwhelmed and in need of a release, he'd remember he had plenty of women waiting to fulfill his every need.
He rubbed at his temples, attempting to soothe the incoming headache before taking off his robe and shirt, and tossing them both onto his bed. He made his way to the red and gold chaise to the left of his room and stretched out on it, one leg was on the ground while the other laid in front of him.
He sighed and laid his head back, telling himself he wouldn’t fall asleep until it was ten minutes later and you walked in, looking shy as ever and entirely too fucking hot in your near see through robes and a thin strapped gown underneath it.
He swallowed hard, his cock already starting to strain against his pants. You often drew this response from him, his favorite concubine and he hated it. It made him feel as if he had no control over his emotions and really, he didn’t. Not when it came to you.
The other women were great. Wonderful in bed, nice enough to be mothers to his children, and overall pleasant to be around. But they weren’t you. They didn’t make his heart triple in speed or make his head dizzy with pure obsession. You had the one thing they didn’t: a personality.
While he could appreciate that his concubines were raised to serve him and that’s why they had cookie cutter identities, he would trade all twelve of them for just one of you.
“My lord.” You hummed, bowing until he gestured for you to rise.
“I trust you’re being treated well?” His finger tapped the arm of the chaise, which his arm was propped up against. When you only nodded with your eyes locked on the ground, he chuckled lightly and titled his head, bangs falling to the side from the movement.
“Look at me.”
Your head snapped up, eyes wide as you realized your slip up: always look the firelord in his eyes when he speaks to you. Though he didn’t care about that, he only wished to see your face to determine if you were being truthful.
“Speak with your words, not your head.”
You bit your lip and he swallowed an embarrassing groan, his eyes following the movement, completely infatuated with the way you slowly released it from your teeth.
“All is well, my lord. Thank you for asking.”
Good, that’s good. Zuko mentally scratched the dialogue he already had prepared for his chamberlain if you had even the slightest of inconveniences. His favorite concubine deserved nothing but the best.
But you were still dressed and that just wouldn’t do. How else was he supposed to admire and worship your body with that useless piece of fabric in the way?
“Very well. Strip.” He commanded, leaning further back into the chaise, pretending like his fully hard cock wasn’t about to rip through his pants.
You hesitated for only a moment before very slowly lowering the robe around your shoulders. You took your time, allowing your fingers to trail across your skin as you made work of the fabric. The way his breath hitched told you that you had him exactly where you wanted him.
In your five months of service to the firelord, you discovered Zuko’s utter weakness to innocence. The way he always grew rock hard the moment you walked in with practiced shy eyes, his deep gutted concern for your comfort as if he had to protect you, and his insistence on being gentle with you as if you were fragile porcelain, though the other concubines mentioned he was quite the rough lover.
Once it was far enough down your body, you let the robe fall to the floor with a whoosh as it spilled around your feet. The smirk Zuko gave you had your body heating, skin crawling with need. You wish he called for you more than once every two weeks, though that was more than any of the other concubines had ever been retrieved.
They were growing jealous of you, always giving you side eyes and calling you “the firelords pet,” as if that wasn’t what you literally were. You didn’t take it personally when they started isolating you from conversations, knowing they had trained their whole lives to get here.
You did let it inflate your ego though, which is why you were now slowly playing with the straps of your gown with one hand, the other running up your thigh and slightly lifting the dress. Seducing your way to being not only Zuko's favorite concubine, but his only one.
You pushed the thin strap down your arm, your other hand snaking its way from your thighs and up your belly until you reached your left breast and lightly squeezed.
"Fuck." Zuko groaned, pushing his hips into the air as if to relieve pressure from between his legs. His eyes were hazy and locked dead on yours, jaw clenching and his hand squeezing around the edge of the chair, knuckles turning white from the force. He looked as if he was going to pounce on you at any moment and this was his attempt at controlling himself.
"Like this, Firelord Zuko?" You asked, batting your eyelashes at him as you moved the other strap down your arm, letting the gown fall to the floor. You stood in front of your monarch, naked as the day you were born and aching for his hands to touch your skin.
"Fucking hell. Yes beautiful, come here." He patted his leg, moving to sit with his back to the cushions as he palmed his cock, squeezing and pulling over the fabric of his pants with absolutely no shame.
You shook with each step you took, nerves dancing with your fading confidence and Zuko would have laughed at the way your body reacted to him if that little stunt you pulled hadn't damn near stripped his sense of reality. Where did you get off teasing him like that? Perhaps you weren't as innocent as he thought, perhaps he would have to teach you a lesson about keeping him waiting.
"On your fucking knees." He ordered you once you stood in front of him, and you were ever the obedient concubine as you dropped to the floor between his legs, staring up at him with those glossy innocent eyes. He almost felt bad for what he was about to do.
He reached a hand down to your chin, pulling your face forward slightly and tilting your chin up. He felt his body growing hot at the way you stared at him, a rare side effect of him losing control of his powers when he was distracted. He gathered himself only a little and smirked devilishly at his favorite.
"Look at you, on your knees like a good little girl for your Firelord. Open wide, concubine."
You obeyed, mouth open and tongue out as your pussy grew wet. Zuko never talked to you like this, and you had been wanting to experience this rougher side of him you kept hearing about.
Zuko groaned before leaning over you and allowing his spit to fall into your mouth. You caught it, swallowing greedily and putting on your best shy smile.
"Good girl." And then he was pulling you up, turning you and sitting your ass on his lap, back to chest, hand reaching to your chin to pull your mouth against his. He had never kissed his other concubines, only you. Never kissed anyone as passionately as he did now, only you.
His tongue danced with yours, both trading spit as he used his hand to spread your legs, fingers moving until he was rubbing circles on your clit and biting your lip.
"Oooh Zuko, that feels amazing." You started grinding your hips against his fingers, mouth directly against his as you breathed each other's air. Your eyes were squeezed shut but his were locked on you, making sure his fingers moved just right to get the reactions he wanted from you.
"Hmm, take what you need, princess. Squirt all over my fingers." His voice was low and husky, teeth nipping at your neck as his other hand squeezed your breast and played with your nipple.
Your hips started to speed up, stomach coiling as your orgasm neared and he hadn't even put his fingers inside you yet. You couldn't tell who was seducing who but just as you felt you were about to fall off the edge, he stopped. Completely moving his fingers and nipping at your ear lobe.
You groaned and tried to move his fingers back but he forbade it, using his strength to overpower you and pull his hand away, laughing at your desperate state.
"Doesn't feel good to be teased does it? On your knees again. You're gonna suck my cock until I cum down your throat, understand?"
Holy shit, you were actually shaking with excitement. Who was this man and what did he do with the soft spoken Firelord who treated you like you would break if he grabbed you too hard.
Now wasn't the time to ask questions. You got on your knees, positioning yourself between his legs, hands on his thighs as you waited for him to command you.
"You're gonna swallow every drop, aren't you concubine?" He started moving his pants down his hips, letting his cock spring free and smack against his lower stomach. The tip was red and leaking with pre cum, the sheer length of him making your mouth water. You didn't know how you would take him completely.
"Yes, my lord. I'll show you that I can be a good girl, how sorry I am for teasing you."
He only groaned and sat back, watching with a brow raised and his arms against the back of the chaise. You wasted no time, pulling his pants down the rest of the way to his ankles and grabbing his cock with both of your hands. You started slowly, licking from base to tip while keeping your eyes on him. He didn't break contact, swallowing hard but holding your gaze anyways.
You let your tongue swirl around the tip, licking up all the pre cum and giving a little suck and popping off while the man above you groaned and bucked his hips. You ignored him and started licking around his cock, sucking the veins, never actually putting him all the way in your mouth.
Not until a few moments later when you looked at him again and he gave you a 'do i have to punish you even more' look and you lowered your mouth around him. You went as far as you could, gagging when he grabbed the back of your head and started pushing you further.
"F-fucckk baby, you can take more. Swallow my fucking cock."
Spit was pooling out the sides of your mouth as he forced his way down your throat. You were squeezing his thighs, holding on as he bucked his hips up, eyes rolling back while he brutally fucked your mouth.
"T-That's it, such a good little concubine, ngghhh."
He was holding your head with both hands now, hands tangling through your hair, fucking into your mouth as he chased his release. Your cunt was so wet, juices dripping down your thighs as you pressed your fingers against your clit and pressed with extra force.
You slurped on his cock, moving your head up and down and meeting his movements, rubbing your pussy at the same pace he was fucking your throat.
"Oh- fuck! Take it love, right fucking there don't stop, haah." Zuko was panting like he just ran a lap, and you could have sworn you saw smoke coming from his mouth with little sparks of flame.
"Gonna cum now love, m'gonna fill your little throat okay?"
You hummed your approval, the vibrations pushing Zuko to shoot thick ropes of hot cum into your mouth with a loud groan. His cock was so deep that it went right down your throat, and whatever didn't, you greedily sucked down. The firelord was gripping your hair as he thrusted out the last of his orgasm, mouth dropped open but no sound coming out.
You drank every drop, still sucking until it became too sensitive and he was pulling you off with a grunt. You made sure to give one last suck, coming off him with a pop!, spit that was connected, stretching from his cock and your mouth.
You wiped it off and stared up at him with a smile. Still feigning righteousness, though your eyes and mouth shining with drool and drops of escaped cum, said otherwise.
You were going to drive him crazy.
"Sorry, was just stressed from meetings today. I didn't mean to be so rough-"
"Do it again." You had that look in your eyes that always drove him crazy, though Zuko knew now that you were far from innocent. He should have done this sooner.
His eyes darkened, cock hardening again before he smirked. "Get on the fucking bed."
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note: guys imagine zuko laying just like he is in the fanart and being completely mesmerized by you, i'm sucking it crazy style.
summary: teasing your husband has become one of your wifely duties.
warnings: teasing, established relationship, fluff, spoilers (kinda);
a/n: hope u guys like it!
word travels fast. and zuko knows this.
the moment he enters his royal chambers, he already braces himself for what’s going to happen.
yes, he can deal with snickering servants or judgmental glances from his advisors… he can have the whole palace gossiping about him and he won’t be interested in that.
hell, even his chamberlain’s opinion doesn’t really matter to him, which definitely should, because aang’s letter disclosed something that shouldn’t have come to the light.
he can accept a lot of things.
but what he can’t accept, is you making fun of him. and he already knows what’s coming. you don’t even have to speak, that mean glint in your eye does it for you every time.
so before you can do anything, before you even open your mouth when he steps towards you, he raises a warning finger at you and points it firmly, making you frown and pause in place.
“don’t you dare,” he squints his eyes at you, expression serious, though there’s a hint of tension in his shoulders.
you raise your hands in defense immediately.
“what have i done?”
“it’s not about what you’ve done, it’s about what you were about to do,” he explains, pointing at you again, and you groan softly, rolling your eyes.
“you sound like iroh right now,” you reply amused.
“what is that supposed to mean?” he asks instantly, narrowing his eyes further, stepping half a pace closer without realizing it.
“that i don’t even understand what is happening,” you reply, tilting your head, still watching him carefully.
“so you haven’t heard?” he asks, voice lowering slightly, suspicion and curiosity mixing in his expression.
you blink at him, confused, hands now resting on your hips.
“hear what?” you ask again. “you are acting weird.”
he lowers his hand slowly, blinking a few times, studying your face like he is trying to figure out if you’re lying or not.
maybe you really didn’t know what happened in the throne room…
which… oddly enough, was a relief.
“nothing,” he says at last, shaking his head, trying to dismiss it. “it’s not that important anyway.”
he starts walking past you, moving towards the bed, trying to act like the conversation is over.
you follow him with your eyes for a moment, then lean slightly to the side, voice casual, teasing slipping in anyway.
“whatever you say… flameo hotman…”
there’s a second of silence.
he freezes mid-step.
slowly, his head turns back towards you.
his eyes widen just slightly in disbelief before his face twists in frustration.
“gaaaah! i knew it!” he groans, throwing one hand up as his shoulders drop in defeat, clearly exasperated as he realizes exactly what he walked into.
zuko wouldn't take too kindly to other men telling him how to handle his wife.
an unfortunate situation arises where this happens; you're chatting happily with zuko before being playfully mean, reaching up to tap nose. zuko's smitten, his smile affectionate as he teases you back, causing you to laugh.
all the while, the men around you are watching you in disdain. their looks judging, almost scathing, as you and zuko remain blissfully unaware. a friend of yours catches you attention and you excuse yourself, placing a quick kiss on zuko's cheek before leaving. there's a brief moment of silence that zuko is about to relax into when one of the men clears his throat.
"pardon me, my lord, but don't you think you're too...lenient with your wife?" he asks and zuko blinks, looks behind him, before gesturing to himself.
"are you talking to me?" zuko replies and the man nods. "i don't understand."
another man speaks up. "well, women are supposed to be seen and not heard, right?" he adds. "unless they're in the bedroom moaning like a bitch in heat then that's acceptable."
the men laugh loudly but zuko doesn't join in, the resting fever of his anger spiking.
"we understand she's the fire lady," another man chimes in. "but she should have some decorum around us and her husband. daring to be so playful with him in public. if she was my wife, i would have slapped her."
the reaction zuko has is visceral, his expression darkening like thunderous clouds. steam begins to stream from his nostrils, his temperature raising as his hands curl into fists. to think that they feel comfortable insulting you in front of him, to degrade his wife because she doesn't conform to their ancient and horrid ways.
they're telling him to be less lenient with you, to snip your wings and lock you in a cage because, apparently, you aren't your own person. apparently, they see you as a piece of property that belongs to him and the very thought makes him horribly ill. it makes him want to scream because why on earth would he silence you?
silence your wonderful voice and amazing opinions? take away your spectacular personality and your fearlessness? he fell in love with you because of you were yourself and now these men think they're entitled to tell him how to love you? no, not love you.
control you.
"i see none of your wives are here," zuko says, after cooling the most of his rage. "how come?"
"oh, i'm divorced." the first man says.
"my wife ran away with the stable boy," the second spits out. "heartless bitch, after everything i did for her."
"i'm not married." the third adds.
"ah." zuko smiles humourlessly. "well, forgive my rudeness, but i don't think i'll be taking advice from two men who can't keep a healthy marriage and one who can't even find a spouse."
all three men go still at the insults, noting the sudden change in zuko's tone—it's dangerous.
"talk about my wife in such a way again and i'll personally see that your lives are made less than pleasant." zuko's gaze is deadly, his power imposing as he stands tall above the three of them. "do i make myself clear?"
the men quickly lower their heads, faces blanched in fear as they stutter, "y-yes, fire lord zuko!"
perfect.
zuko looks towards you, his expression softening when you meet his gaze. you beam happily, waving at him and zuko waves back, smiling.
why would ever think about trying to change the amazing person you already are?
Warning: vulgar language, smut (literally right at the beginning 😀), gossiping maids, its 2 am pls excuse any grammar mistakes...
Synopsis: You and Zuko are in your early years of marriage. You’re a young couple with copious amounts of energy, when you two are alone intimacy is bound to happen. But what happens when you get a whisper of complaints from the palace workers. (2.3 k wc)
Your toes curled tightly, digging into the bed as your back arched off the silk sheets. Your eyes rolled back, an overwhelming wave of pleasure shooting through your body.
Your husband’s head was buried deep between your thighs, your legs thrown over his shoulders. His hands gripped your hips firmly as his tongue worked against you. Your breathing was labored, this was your fourth orgasm of the night, and he hadn’t given you a single break.
He pulled back with a quiet gasp for air, his fingers now taking place of his tongue, steady and relentless.
"Come on baby, I know you're close gimme one more and i’ll let you go, promise." You whimpered gripping the sheets below you as your body tensed from the pleasure.
He pressed a kiss to your thigh before diving back between your thighs mouth focusing on your swollen sensitive bud with renewed hunger. A sharp gasp tore from your lips at the sudden rush of pleasure.
Your lower stomach tightened, your hands moving from the sheets to his dark hair, gripping tightly.
“Zu–Zuko, please… I’m close!”
He kept the same pace. His amber eyes flicked up to watch you, hungry and intent, while one hand held your hips in place the other busy with two fingers shoved inside you pressed against your sensitive spot.
Your breathing quickened, your moans rising higher, more desperate.Your eyes squeezed shut so tightly you saw stars.
“Please— f-fuck, I’m close, I—” Your words broke into a mix of a groan and a cry as your body finally gave in, the climax hitting you all at once as warm liquid squirted out pooling below you. Zuko didn’t stop, he helped you through it, letting you ride out every last wave.
As it passed, your grip on him loosened. Your chest rose and fell as you struggled to steady your breathing.
When you finally looked down, his cheeks were flushed deep red. His bun had come loose, strands falling around his face. His lips were swollen and glistening as his chin dripped your juices. His expression low and satisfied. He looked unfairly hot like that.
His breathing was heavy as a tired smirk tugged at his lips.
“You did well, baby.”He peppered a few soft kisses along your inner thighs before pushing himself up and disappearing into the private bathing room.
You closed your eyes, feeling the adrenaline fade as exhaustion crept in. Sleep was just beginning to pull you under when a warm sensation between your legs made you jolt slightly.
“Shh… it’s okay. I’m just cleaning you up.”
You were too weak to respond, your body completely spent.
At some point during the night, Zuko moved you, stripped the bed of the ruined sheets, and settled back beside you, pulling a thick quilt over both of you.
The last thing you felt was the warmth of his body pressed against yours, soft kisses trailing along your shoulder and temple as sleep finally took you.
•••
The next morning, you woke up still wrapped in his arms, your head resting on his chest as you listened to his steady heartbeat. You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his chest.
Ever so gently, you shifted, propping your chin against him so you could watch him sleep. He looked so sweet and peaceful like this it was almost impossible to see him as the man who had ruined you the night before.
You giggled to yourself as you began pressing more kisses against his warm skin. That seemed to stir him. He took a deep breath, his eyes fluttering open, and the moment they found you, he smiled.
“You’re awake earlier than normal. I figured you’d be out for the rest of the day,” he teased.
You rolled your eyes. “Ha, you think you’re that good?” you shot back, already knowing you’d just gotten yourself into trouble.
A look of mock offense crossed his face before he suddenly flipped you onto your back. His bare chest pressed against yours, strong arms caging you against the bed.
“You’re telling me you can go again? Already?”
You smiled, craning your neck up just enough to brush a teasing kiss against his lips.
You felt him twitch against your bare thigh, and you smirked into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him impossibly closer.
His hands slid down your body, gripping your thighs and guiding them around his waist as he pressed himself against your bare core with intention. You could feel him getting harder as a soft gasp left your lips.
You were deep in your morning make out session when a knock sounded at the door.
“Fire Lord Zuko, you have a meeting with the general and urgent letters from the other nations. You are needed in the council room immediately.” That voice belong to his annoying Grand Steward who somehow knew how to ruin the mood every time, always managing to find you two when you run off.
You were reluctantly pulled back to reality. Zuko broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. You let out a small giggle, your hand settling against his chest.
“Come on, maybe we can have breakfast together before you have to attend endless meetings today.”
You gave him one last kiss before he rolled off of you.
Before either of you could react, the doors slid open, startling you both. You scrambled to grab the blanket, covering your naked body only to realize it was your Head Handmaid, Akani. She was an older woman who was like a second mother figure to you, she always wore a scowl despite having a heart of gold. Once your mother’s head handmaiden, she had come with you when you became the Fire Lady.
Behind her stood your three ladies-in-waiting, along with three of Zuko’s personal attendants, who remained turned away by the door.
Akani approached the bed, holding out a robe. She handed it to Zuko, her expression unreadable. You knew she had been doing this for years, but that didn’t make it any less embarrassing.
Zuko awkwardly cleared his throat. Akani rolled her eyes, gesturing for the girls to turn around. They did so, giggling quietly.
He quickly stood, wrapping the robe around himself, moving so fast it was almost comical.
As he left, the women continued to giggle amongst themselves. You lay there, utterly embarrassed as Akani fixed you with a look.
“Akani—”
“A bath, shall we?”
You sighed, nodding.
•••
Later that evening, you were headed to your own separate meeting. The New Year’s festival was around the corner, and you were in charge of planning and hosting. You didn’t feel like putting on your formal wear, so you asked to be dressed in a robe with muted reds adorned with gold stitching, cinched at the waist with a matching belt and few pieces of jewelry.
As you walked down the hall, you tried to keep a straight face, but your calves and thighs burned with each step you took. You made a mental note to get back at Zuko later that night.
As you approached the door, your attention was caught by the fairly loud whispers of the servants inside. You held up your hand, stopping the guard from announcing your presence.
A young woman’s voice spoke, “They were so loud last night the guards heard them all the way down the hall.” A few giggles followed.
“I heard them a few days ago in the throne room Lord Zuko was incredibly loud. He was basically screaming her name.”
“I’m surprised she’s not pregnant yet. They do it any chance they get I don’t know how she’s not broken in two.”
“The laundry maids say they have to change their bedding so often, it’s ridiculous. Sezei says her forearms have grown three times in size because of how much washing they have to do.” Your entire body began to burn with embarrassment.
“No way!” another girl giggled. “One guard claims he caught them naked in the river near the waterfall, late at night.” Gasps erupted throughout the room.
“They say the flames throughout the castle will flicker uncontrollably when Lord Zuko—”
Akani barged past you angrily, sliding the doors open. “Have you all lost your senses, speaking of the Lord and Lady in such a manner?!”
You swallowed thickly, gripping your long sleeves in your fists. Your body was frozen in discomfort. The girls squealed like children caught by their parents, dropping to the floor, bowing and apologizing profusely. You dismissed them with a silent wave and they scurried away.
The meeting was a blur you couldn’t focus, not even a little. Their words clung to you, replaying over and over in your mind. All you could think about was Zuko and you.
You were from a noble family. You knew servants gossiped it was inevitable, but never like this. Never about you, and never in such detail.
Yet somehow, that made the burn of embarrassment settle into something deeper… something harder to ignore.
•••
As the sun set, you went outside to clear your mind but that didn’t help. With each servant or guard you passed, you found yourself wondering who had witnessed you and Zuko’s more…intimate moments.
You couldn’t even be mad. The two of you had been reckless when it came to your desires.
As the warm wind brushed against your cheeks, familiar hands gently wrapped around your waist. Your body subconsciously relaxed into him.
“Hey, beautiful.” Zuko trailed kisses up your neck. You smiled, tilting your head to give him more access until you noticed the guard across the courtyard. You took a sharp breath and gently pushed him away.
“We shouldn’t do this here,” you whispered, looking down in shame.
Zuko tilted his head, confused. “What’s the matter?” You sighed, taking his hand and leading him back inside to your bedroom.
After explaining the fiasco from earlier in the day, Zuko sat in front of you in silence. His cheeks held a faint pink tint as he sank into thought.
“I never thought about anyone hearing us. I’m sorry if I embarrassed you…”
“No, I— ugh. In the moment, I was ashamed and embarrassed I could barely move. Akani had to come to my defense, but… I don’t know.” You dragged your hands down your face, trying to find the right words.
Zuko chuckled softly, reaching out to take your wrist. You looked at him with a pout.
“Listen, if you’re bothered by what they think, I can have them dismissed while we participate in our…activities.”
You laughed, shaking your head. “No need. It’s just— it was just jarring to hear it firsthand.”
He gave you a gentle smile, cupping your cheek in one hand. You happily leaned into his warmth.
“You know… if they want to listen, let’s give them a show.” He smirked, a mischievous glint in his eye.
You sat there, giving it some thought. You had always been known as a poised, intelligent lady from a noble family— well respected, well mannered. What if word got back to your parents about how undignified you’d been behaving? You would be mortified the next time you visited.
Sex was meant to be shared between partners— husband and wife, not….oh fuck it. You were already married, so what the hell?
A small smile crept onto your lips as you nodded in agreement. Fine, if they wanted to eavesdrop then let them hear EVERYTHING.
•••
From late that night into the early morning, you spent hours tangled together, making love. Your sweaty bodies intertwined kissing, biting, pulling, teasing— your lewd sounds echoing faintly through the palace. From the bed to the floor, the balcony to the wall, neither of you stopped until exhaustion finally claimed you both, and you fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.
The next morning, you woke with a soft smile, draped across your husband’s chest, the two of you tangled in sheets on the floor.
“Morning, sleepy head,” he murmured, a smile tugging at his lips though his eyes remained closed.
“I’m hungry… wanna eat?” He nodded lazily.
Your morning had been perfect so far. You dressed yourself in quiet before joining him for breakfast.
It was simple but divine light fish with rice, fresh fruit, and hot tea. The two of you spoke easily, drifting from meetings, to the New Year’s Festival, to whatever leisure the day might allow. You were happy (sore) and completely worry free.
Your handmaiden, Akani, entered the dining area, your ladies just behind her.
“Good morning, my lady. My lord,” she greeted, bowing gracefully.
You smiled. “Morning, Akani. Morning, girls.”
There was a small silence, her gaze lingered a moment too long before she straightened. A faint, almost knowing smile tugging at her lips.
“I trust you both slept well?”
You opened your mouth to answer, then paused. Something in her tone made it clear she knew. She always knew.
Your eyes narrowed slightly. “…we did.”
A quiet shuffle came from behind her one of your ladies suddenly very interested in the floor. Akani continued smoothly, “I’ve taken the liberty of having your chambers thoroughly refreshed this morning.”
Your brow lifted. “Refreshed?”
“Yes, my lady.” A beat. “Very thoroughly.”
Heat rushed to your face, your hand instinctively lifting toward your neck only to freeze when you felt the faint tenderness there. Beside you, Zuko picked up his cup suddenly taking interest in his tea swirling around. You turned your head just enough to catch the faintest hint of red creeping up his ears.
They heard. Good.
Akani’s eyes flicked between you both, entirely too composed. “May I speak freely?” You nodded in approval.
“I do hope your shared enthusiasm did not leave you both too fatigued for the day ahead.”
You pressed your lips together, fighting a smile. Zuko however, straightened slightly, setting his cup down with forced calm.
“Thank you for your concern. We are perfectly capable of attending our duties.”
There was a brief pause then, almost imperceptibly, his chin lifted just a fraction. You bit the inside of your cheek, barely containing your amusement.
Akani inclined her head. “Of course, my lady.” She reached forward to adjust your hairpiece, that same knowing smile lingering, before bowing and taking her leave. You leaned back slightly in your seat, finally letting your satisfied smile slip free as you reached for your tea.
The smell of paint lingered softly in the air as sunlight spilled through the open nursery windows. And in the middle of it all stood Zuko, sleeves rolled up unevenly, as he insisted on making painting this room a team activity.
“You missed a spot,” you told him from your place on the stepladder. “I did not.” he insisted.
You pointed silently toward the wall behind him. He turned, frowned at the tiny patch of white near the trim, then sighed dramatically.
“Traitor.”
A laugh escaped you before you could stop it. One hand rested instinctively against the curve of your stomach as the baby kicked lightly beneath your palm.
“The baby kicked.”
“Again?”
“Maybe if you stop yelling at the wall.”
“I was not yelling.”
You laughed, and he smiled despite himself before crossing the room toward you. Paint flecked his forearms and there was another streak across the collar of his tunic. You reached out to wipe some paint from his jaw with your thumb.
“You’re getting paint everywhere, Fire Lord.”
“Mm. Occupational hazard.” he replied.
“You’re painting one room.”
“A very important room.”
“Should have just let the painter do it”
His gaze drifted slowly around the nursery. The walls were becoming a soft yellow. The color you had chosen together after weeks of debate. A small crib sat near the far corner still waiting to be assembled, and folded blankets rested neatly nearby. Tiny clothes your friends had gifted were stacked carefully in baskets.
It still didn’t feel real sometimes but then the baby moved again. He crouched carefully in front of you, setting his paintbrush aside before placing both hands gently against your stomach.
He stayed still for a moment waiting for the kick. You watched his amber eyes widen just slightly at the feeling before something unbearably tender crossed his face. Wonder, fear and love alll at once.
Another kick followed against his palm.
“She's strong.”
“She?” you teased softly, threading your fingers through his hair,
“Yea I think its a girl”
"A little princess.” you tease.
“I’m serious. What if she inherits my temper?”
“She will inherit your heart too.”
His gaze lifted slowly to yours. He would be lying if he said he wasn't terrified of messing this up.
“Ypu know I didn’t really have…” He hesitated quietly. “A good example.”
“You’re already better than him.” you say softly. Zuko looked down for a second.
“You’re patient,” you whispered. “You listen. You care so much. This baby is going to grow up loved, Zuko.”
Before you could say anything else, he leaned forward carefully and pressed a kiss against your bump through the fabric of your robe. The baby kicked again making you burst into laughter.
“Oh, see she's responding to you?”
“I’m her favorite already.” he said smugly.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself.”
“Yes, but I’m painting her room”
“You’ve painted half a wall.” you snicker at his comment.
“And beautifully, might I add.”
You snorted and he stood again, stealing a quick kiss from your lips before reaching for the paint roller.
“Come on,” he said, nudging your hip gently. “We still have to finish before the baby gets here.”
“You say that like she's coming tomorrow.”
“With our luck? Probably.”
You smiled warmly as he moved back toward the wall, muttering under his breath about “traitorous corners” again. It felt warm seeing him happy, like sunlight through nursery windows.
An: finally taking this out the drafts
Disclaimer: I don't own Rights to any Characters mentioned nor do I consent to plagiarism of any kind. Thankyou ;)
Contains: zuko x wife!reader, smut, p in v sex, missionary, mating press, he's down bad but also kinda dom so switch!zuko?, belly bulge, dirty talk, overstimulation in general, praise, breeding, lil dabble
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He was overstimulated and his skin was burning yet he would rather drag a dagger into his chest than stop moving his hips. Because at the end of the day, how dare he? How dare he leave his wife all alone for the first time since they got married for days to go to neighbouring nations on boring political councils?
You had your legs wrapped around his waist locking him in place. Putting all your might into only letting him move out if he was going to give you his long achingly deep thrusts in return. He had cum twice already, didn't take long considering the fact that at this point he has been trained to only cum when you were present. He was dizzy at this point, squeezing his eyes shut as he held onto your hips and not only fucked into you but lifted you up slightly to fuck you onto him. The raise gave the perfect angle for his tip to kiss your cervix and make you gasp with every thrust like you're experiencing it for the first time.
The huge fireplace in your bed chambers crackled and somehow it looked cold compared to the burning sensation of your impending fourth orgasm. You whined and arched your back. Zuko felt your lower back curl in his hands, making him move one to slide it from your hip, pass over your stomach and sternum and cup your jaw. He was gentle but steadfast in his grip as he moved your thrown back head to face him.
"I'll never do it" he said out of breath looking into your eyes. You clenched around him making both of you moan. "Fuck" he groaned, "I'll never go far from you, I'll never go where I can't reach and touch this body". His words made you whine. He make his thrusts somehow rougher, deeper, harder. "Don't ever wanna leave this pussy" he said looking at his cock stuffing you full. With soft whimpers and tears prickling on your lash line you shook your head. "Never, never letting you go," his heart(and cock) thumped at your honey voice. "Want me to stay here? And pleasure you, my wife?" he asked teasingly as if he wasn't just as much of a mess. "Always wanna be full of you, all of you" you said, nodding.
He moved, rough and quick. Throwing your legs over each of his shoulders, making you feel his biceps press on the underside of your thighs. And he bent over. Oh shit.
The new angle made his cock, not kiss your cervix, but start bruising it. You felt impossibly full and content. Screaming out your husband's name without shame. His head leaned down kissing you deeply drinking in your loud moans and returning to you his down deep groans with the occasional breathy whine.
One of his hands stayed angeling your legs so they don't slip off his shoulders. The other stayed on your jaw tilting your face to deepen the kiss and shoving his tongue in your mouth.
His thrust weren't robotic- just in out, in out. He used his abdominal muscles to curve his hips into you. He not only thrusted in but also up. The drag and the sensitivity made you both whine helplessly like you weren't the ones doing this to each other.
"So deep...fuck, you're- oh fuck, so deep" you whispered between whines. He nodded running his hands across you, from your face to your hips, enjoying the feeling of your body twitching from pleasure. His hand stopped before it could reach your hips though. Stopped on your stomach. Right below your belly button. He squeezed his eyes shut. "Oh my fucking god" he whispered, genuinely trying to compose himself. You were too lost in your pleasure to hear him but you felt it. You felt his palm press down slowly, letting him feel how his cock was hammering into you even better. You let out a gasp, followed by a whimper at the feeling of the bulge that formed everytime your husband bottomed out into you. "I told you it's-" you couldn't finish your sentence.
"Wanna have this all the time" he said. Was your husband not making sense anymore? "Wanna fill you up so nicely" Oh. Oh. "Even when my cock isn't inside this perfect pussy I want it to have my cum deep inside" he kept talking while still thrusting, mouth inches from your face, you felt the honesty in his hot breath.
"Wouldn't you want that, baby? Want me to get you nice n' full?" You could only moan and helplessly lay your palms on the muscles that formed his v line that tensed with every thrust. But you nodded. Nodded and looked him in the eyes. That's all he needed to cum again.
He slammed into you, cumming as deep inside as he could, making you feel every wave of his orgasms. He continued in quick shallow thrusts, filling you up.
But not before dipping his fingers in his mouth. Getting his middle and ring finger wet and then tilting them towards your mouth. You opened your mouth feeling the wet digits slip inside, welcoming the needed distraction. After a how bobs of your head he pulled them out and dragged them down your body. Leaving a wet trail between your breasts and down you body while looking directly into you eyes, watching them follow his wet fingers. They reached down to gently rub your clit while his orgasm was still going, cum still spilling inside you.
You immediately clenched and arched from his actions. Letting out stuttering moans, your toes curled, "Close..I'm clo- fuck I'm gonna cum" you said hurriedly almost out of breath. Borderline panicking at how fast your orgasm approached. "I want nothing more from this life than to watch you cum around my cock, my love." Those words were your demise. With shaking thighs and twitchy hands you screamed, your back arching off the bed as your climax hit you with no mercy.
"That's my girl, fuck, that's it" he said stroking your thighs as you calmed down.
