giving zuko head but he can't look at you when you do because he's so bad with eye contact, and worse when you've got his entire cock in your mouth.
it's not with you on your knees either, you insisted he take the blowjob with him laying back so he can enjoy himself and look without touching you, just resting on the headboard with those strong arms behind his head while you're practically face down in his crotch and ass up, which you teasingly flaunt and sway side to side, arching your back perfectly while your mouth works around his cock.
he has no idea where you learned this from. he never taught you or told you to smooth your tongue around the flared head, tracing the slit first and practically sucking the pre-cum out from him, before rolling your tongue around the rim and the underside to feel all the ridges and curves. he nearly came the first time you did it, but you've started doing it every time you come up. down, sucking in as much as you can get without choking, then going back up and teasing the tip with his cock.
that little tip action already has him so achingly close, and he knows one look in your eyes will have him creaming on your tongue five minutes in to the experience. he's trying so hard not to be pathetic and to just hold it in, but with how your throat works around his fat cock and your lips wrap around, slackening just so you can coax more of him into your mouth at once, he can't. he just can't.
he tips his head up and closes his eyes, running his fingers through his long hair and breathing in through his nose, out through his mouth to try and regulate himself, will himself not to look at your ass or into your eyes or at those plush lips smothering the shaft of his cock, but he can't handle it.
you can't say you're disappointed when he cums too early, whining your name between heavy, breathy groans and bursting a fat load onto your tongue so early on. and you definitely can't fault him when he stays rock hard because watching you swallow every drop of his load has his stomach twisting up and his cock throbbing despite overstimulation. "this time, you look at me, zu. okay?"
he nods stupidly, a glossy sheen in his eyes as you go in again, his gaze flitting between your mouth descending around his length and your head bobbing for a second to adjust to his size; cumming has just had him swelling up even more. you splutter a bit when he accidentally bucks into your mouth, needing you not to go so slow or he'll cum again, but that was a big mistake. you take the little sign of confidence from him as an indicator that he needs you to go harder, and without warning, you breathe through your nose and descend your mouth as much as you can, now deepthroating his cock. most of it is disappeared into the warm, velvety confines of your mouth.
and, against his will, he's cumming again immediately.
Summary: As children, you and Zuko were inseparable. Neither of you liked the idea of getting married someday, so, you made an agreement. The thing is, you never thought you'd actually have to follow through on it.
Pairing:Â Zuko x (Fem)!reader
Content/warnings:Â Childhood best friends to lovers. Fluff and smut.
Wordcount 8.4k
Author's Note: I have been really tired and uncreative lately, so I'm struggling with my chaptered stories. However, I'm finally getting rest for my burnout, and this came to me. Hopefully I'll be able to get "unstuck" with the other fics, but in the meantime, have this one shot. Not proofread.
You had been Zukoâs best friend since the two of you were children; completely inseparable and always up to something. Being the Fire Lordâs son, the prince knew from an early age he would have to marry someday, but the idea was anything but appealing to such a young boy. As a noble lady, you yourself would have to marry too, but every time anyone mentioned those obligations to either of you, you would end up hiding away somewhere, complaining about it and making sick noises, pretending to gag at the mere thought. Around the time you were both twelve, your feelings on the matter were still the same, but that destiny seemed to solidify as you grew up.
âBut I donât want to get married.â Zuko complained, once again, sitting with you against an old willow you had always hidden under.
âNeither do I. But youâll probably get more say on the matter than I will, in the end.â You were playing with fire, flickering flames between your fingers as you spoke. Becoming a wife was an obligation you couldnât escape; that much had become clear.
âDonât say that. Iâm sure youâll get to choose. I heard our mothers talking a few weeks ago, and they both said they wanted us to have that right, since they didnât.â The young prince tried to cheer you up.
âIf our fathers allow that.â You rolled your eyes. âBesides, what if I never find anyone I want to marry?â The thought had occurred to you before. Most boys annoyed you. They either treated you like some porcelain doll, mocked you, or ignored you. Zuko was the only one who treated you like you were equal, which was one of the many reasons he was your closest friend.
âI might never find anyone I want to marry either. How about we make a deal?â The flames in your hands went out, and you turned to face him; your brow quirked.
âWhat kind of deal?â You questioned.
âIf we never find anyone we want to marry, weâll just marry each other.â He said it like it was as easy as planning a day trip to the market. You, on the other hand, had your brows now pinched together. âCome on, it would be like an eternal sleepover. Except you wouldnât have to share a bed with Azulaâ He laughed. âI donât find you annoying â most of the time â You donât find me annoying-â
âMost of the time.â You interrupted with a chuckle. The way he squinted at you as if he were offended wasnât enough to hide his amused smile.
âRight. So, we could just live our lives however we wanted, and no one would nag us about marriage ever again.â It was a surprisingly sound plan; one with a promise of freedom. âWhat do you say? Deal?â He extended his fingertips, making little flickers of fire.
âDeal.â You extended your own hand, and the little flames that shot from your fingertips joined his in a bright dance.
Despite accepting the deal, you never expected it to happen. You had seen the way Zuko looked at Mai, and you hoped he would eventually find happiness with her; just like you hoped it would happen for you someday.
The princeâs banishment was hard on you. It was like a piece of you was missing. Despite getting along with Mai, Ty Lee, and somehow even Azula sometimes, it wasnât the same. About a year after he was gone, your father died, and the freedom it brought both you and your mother, who was much younger than him, made it hard to not feel somewhat relieved. She allowed you to be trained by the best masters and pursue whatever passions you found - whether they were considered appropriate for a lady or not â and that was your refuge from the loneliness Zukoâs absence had brought.
When the war finally ended, you were over the moon to be reunited with your best friend, and happy to discover he and Mai had finally got together. It was as if he had never left. You learned about the time he had spent in banishment, and met the Avatar and his friends, who were surprised to learn that the Zuko they met was completely different from the one you grew up with. The grief he had gone through was unimaginable, and it wasnât a surprise that it had hardened him somewhat, though those walls were now crumbling again. Everything seemed perfectly fine. The world was healing, you were free, Zuko was back, and he was the Fire Lord and in love.
Sadly, that didnât last too long. After finding out Zuko was meeting with his father, Mai broke up with him. You knew Zuko was only doing it because he wanted to find his mother, which he eventually did, and because of the struggles he was having as the new Fire Lord. It wasnât like he could ask anyone else, and if anything, Ozai could be a guide on what not to do. After trying to talk Mai into understanding his position - the pressure he was under - you finally gave up. Zuko was heartbroken, but he had an entire nation to rule.
As time passed, that pressure to get married that you hadnât felt since you were young teenagers slowly crept back into your lives. Your mother encouraged you to go out and meet someone, or tried to introduce you to her friendsâ sons, all in the hopes you would find someone you liked; but it never worked. As for the Fire Lord, the council asked him about it, gave him lists of potential brides, even tried to organize balls to get him to pick someone, but he simply wouldnât have it. After a few years, though, they had had enough. The Fire Lord needed a wife, and eventually, an heir. Zuko hated it, but he knew they were right. However, the thought of marrying someone he didnât know and having to spend his life with her was terrifying.
It was a mild, late spring night. You were complaining about your motherâs horrible attempts at matchmaking, and he was venting to you about the councilâs nagging for him to finally pick a bride, when a bright flame lit up within his mind.
âHey â do you remember our deal?â
âWhich one?â Your brow raised.
âThe one about our eternal sleepover?â He leaned forward in his seat; eyes fixed on you across the small table. You nearly choked on your sake, and an unfamiliar warmth rose from your chest to your ears.
âOh â t-that one. Yes. What about it?â Trying to sound casual, you placed your cup on the table.
âWell, the council wonât leave me alone, your mother wonât leave you alone, neither of us has found anyone we like. Why donât we just â ahem â make good on that deal?â It seemed brilliant when he mentioned it, but as the implications of a marriage became clear in his mind, he felt himself get more and more nervous.
âZuko, weâre not kids anymore. You know it wouldnât be just an eternal sleepover. What about-â your voice lowered to a whisper, as if what you were about to say could get you in trouble âkids? Arenât you supposed to have heirs?â
Zukoâs face was almost the color of his robes. âUh â I â yes. Well⊠I only want one. I donât want any more sibling rivalries over the throne. But-But â I understand what you mean.â He paused for a much-needed breath. âWe could just live as friends; we wouldnât have to worry about it straight away. We could warm up to it â maybe have a few much needed drinks â NOT â not that the thought of doing that with you is bad, itâs just-â It had been years since youâd seen him act so flustered and awkward, which took the tension from the conversation away, and made you focus on trying not to laugh. âI mean â you know what I mean. Weâd have to deal with it eventually, but once itâs done we wouldnât have to worry about it ever again.â His hands settled onto his thighs, tightened into fists.
âSpirits, when you put it like that⊠how can a girl resist?â You said it in a silky-smooth voice that was drenched in mockery. It would have been strange for anyone else, but to him it was reassuring; a sign that your friendship was still intact and you wouldnât up and leave at his suggestion.
âAnd â since weâre best friends â I think weâd be great parents together.â The Fire Lord nearly choked on his words, but those words replaced your unseriousness with something else; something you didnât quite understand. âI know we promised, but we were kids. I wonât hold you to it if you donât want to.â His eyes were fixed on you again, and suddenly, saying no didnât seem that obvious â or appealing.
There was a long moment of silence as you thought about what this would mean for your life. It seemed unlikely youâd find someone youâd want to marry, and you were used to court life. You had never given children much thought, but the idea of having them with Zuko seemed better than doing it with anyone else. Youâd live with your best friend forever, and he would give you all the freedom he could. As Fire Lady, there would be duties, but you would consider it an honor to help your nation correct the mistakes of the past and pave the way for a better future. It was a destiny â the end of your aimless wandering â if you chose it. And the more you thought about it, the clearer it became you wanted nothing more.
âI do.â You said it quietly, as if you were scared heâd change his mind now that you had accepted, but you faced him nonetheless.
âYou â you do?â His brows rose in hopeful surprise, and his fists loosened.
âYeah.âÂ
âAre you sure?â
âYes.â The response was more confident this time. Zuko almost jumped on top of you, pulling you into a tight hug.
âThank you. You wonât regret this, I promise. Iâll be the best, most distant husband and closest friend youâll ever have.â
His expression made you laugh as you hugged him back. âYouâre already my closest friend.â
Announcing your engagement caused more uproar and joy in both your home and the palace than you would ever imagine. Your mother was over the moon that you had finally chosen someone, especially someone so close to you whom she already knew. And the fact that he was the Fire Lord only made her more excited. The council was extremely pleased with Zukoâs choice; a firebender from one of the nationâs best families. His mother and uncle were happy too. They knew how close you were, and they knew you would make each other happy. For all the time you had spent together â they said â it was silly that they never thought you would end up marrying. In the months leading up to the wedding, everyone pointed out how clear it was now that you were a perfect match, how obvious it should have been that you would fall in love with each other, and all you and Zuko could to was hold in your laughter until you were by yourselves, so you could cackle together like children who had played a prank on the whole world.
It was like being a kid again. Instead of being nervous, you were excited for your âeternal sleepoverâ and to keep pranking everyone with your best friend. That caper, however, backfired on your very wedding day, the moment your lips touched Zukoâs, at the end of the ceremony.
As you faced each other in front of the fire sage, you were happy, but felt a little nervous about having to kiss him â for the first time â in front of everyone. His nervousness began before he even thought about the fact he had to kiss you. The moment he saw you, he felt flustered like he never had. You were beautiful, always had been, that was obvious. But it was like he was truly aware of it for the first time. It was as if something had happened, and for the first time in his life he was affected by the way you looked. He knew he was supposed to kiss you, but that wasnât what made him nervous; it was that he wanted to. Zuko was handsome, and adulthood had made him even more so, but you had never thought much of it either, until that very moment, when the fire sage made you say your vows. You noticed how nervous he was as you were both about to light the candle that symbolized your unity, so you held your hand over his, steadying it, and whispered so only he could hear.
âItâs ok. Itâs just me.â It was paradoxical how the sound of your voice in that moment was both the source of his comfort and the thing that made him even more on edge.
After the vows were said, the candle was lit, and your union was blessed by the sage, Zukoâs heart was like that of a hummingbirdâs, and yours was pounding like the footsteps of a Komodo rhino. He leaned in slowly, giving you the time to adjust so it didnât look like you were kissing for the first time, and when his lips touched yours, it felt like lightning was trying to jump out of your body. They were soft and warm, and the ease with which they moved against yours made it feel like you had been doing it for years. One of his hands cradled your cheek, and yours instinctively moved to his jaw. The crowd was cheering, but neither of you could hear it. It was as if the world around you had disappeared. No kiss had ever felt like that before. When his free hand grabbed your waist, and your other settled on his chest, it was like you came back to the physical world, and you both became aware of the crowd and your own movements. He broke the kiss then, but his forehead leaned against yours, which you gladly welcomed. You were in sync, both in thought and action. Could you imagine if you pulled away from each other in shock just after kissing? The gossip would be never ending.
The celebrations went smoothly, consisting mostly of eating, drinking, chatting and dancing. It was a party, and if you and Zuko could do anything together, it was having fun. When the time came to go to your chambers, you were both lightheaded from all the capering, and though the sake had loosened you up, your minds were still clear.
âDamn., and I thought my bed was nice.â You said as you finally let yourself fall into your friendâs â your husbandâs â your bed. âI think I can get used to this Fire Lady life.â There was an easy smile on your face as you swiped your hand up and down the silk sheets.
âYouâre only saying that because youâve been standing in those uncomfortable shoes all day.â Zuko smiled back at you, sitting next to you and leaning in to pinch your nose.
âThe shoes definitely raise the bedâs comfortability factor.â You conceded with a chuckle. âUgh, canât wait to get them off.â Before you could even move, his hand rested on your shin.
âLet me.â He carefully removed your shoes and set them beside the bed. Zuko had always had a sweet side, and he never hid it from you, but this was entirely new. That, or you were hoping it was something else. âI managed to avoid the whole âgetting ready for the royal beddingâ ritual, but that means weâll have to put on our sleeping clothes ourselves.â
 âUgh, so I married the Fire Lord and still have to live another day as a commoner?â You said, rolling your eyes and sitting up.
Zuko chuckled. âYou were never a commoner.â He got up and grabbed your hand to help you off the bed. The smirk on your face made the irony in your words obvious. âCome on, Fire Lady, your night clothes are in the bathroom, so you can change in privacy.â You felt heat rush to your cheeks. He had said it playfully, but it was true. You were Fire Lady, his wife, and outside that chamber he would call you that for the rest of your lives.
Since wedding planning was so overwhelming, you delegated some of its tasks to other people. Whoever had chosen the clothes for your wedding night â you didnât remember â had good taste, and thought you were in for a ride. You had never seen such fine silk. Not as in luxurious, though it certainly was that, but as in thin. The night gown was long, and it tied in the middle, though it didnât leave much to the imagination. Thankfully, it had a matching robe, made of the same fabric, which provided a marginal amount of extra coverage.
You walked out into the chamber slowly, and Zuko had his back turned to you as he finished tying up his sleeping robe. His long hair was now loose, falling down his back and shoulders like a curtain of darkness. The Fire Lordâs crown was placed on the bedside table. âUhm â Iâm sorry, I â I didnât choose my clothes for tonight.â The awkwardness in your tone made him turn around, and his eyes widened at the sight of your nightgown and robe. They were sheer, like a veil over your body, making the details of your figure look like a dreamy haze.
âOh.â His reaction was indecipherable, which wasnât something that usually happened, at least not to you, and the fact you didnât know what it meant made your chest tighten just a little. He, on the other hand, was focused on steadying his temperature. If his body got any warmer, he would start steaming. âIâm sorry â I mean ââ He slowly closed one of his hands, and the flames in the roomâs braziers became lower, creating a soft, ambient light. âIs that better?â What an idiot. You thought of yourself. He probably saw I felt nervous about my clothes and wanted to make sure Iâm comfortable.
âYeah, thanks.â You moved towards the bed and laid back in it, its softness forcing a sigh of relief from your chest. âSpirits, this really is a great bed.â The Fire Lord lay down on his side and turned to you with a smile.
âItâs yours.â He said, propped up on his elbow.
âIsnât itâŠours?â You hesitated to ask. âI thought thatâs why you called it an eternal sleepover.â
He tittered. âYes, technically it is. But if you want, I can sleep in another room after tonight. Weâll only have sleepovers from time to time, to keep up appearances.â Although he was being so gentle and considerate, the way he looked at you seemed like a plea. At least you hoped it was, because youâd be all too happy to oblige.
âI â I donât mind if you donât.â There it was again. That same low whisper with which you accepted his proposal. After so many years of knowing you, and that specific night, he knew it wasnât a concession, but a hesitant step towards the possibility of rejection.
âI donât mind either.â A sweet smile bloomed on his cheeks. Zuko had never sounded so confident in his life. He wasnât just sure; he was assuring you.
Your cheeks felt warm. Looking into his soft amber eyes, you felt a sudden urge to kiss him again, like you had at the ceremony, and that urge surprised you, but it also reminded you of something. âUhm, are we supposed to â uh ââ You gulped.
âYes?â His brows pinched together.
âDo we have to consummate the marriage?â The question brought him to a boiling point, and he choked on the flame that escaped his mouth as he tried to bring down his temperature somehow. You both sat up, and you worriedly patted his back. âAre you ok?â
âAhg â yeah. Yeah, just wasnât expecting that question.â He tapped his chest with his fist. This time, you were the confident one.
âYou werenât expecting me to want to know if I had to consummate my marriage to the Fire Lord? The guy everyone wants to make sure consummates his marriage? Probably the only person in this whole nation who still has a bedding ritual?â The condescending expression on your face as you asked him those very obvious questions was unavoidable.
âOk, youâre right. But I did manage to keep them out of the bedroom.â He offered.
âDo you think anyone is listening in?â You looked around the room.
âI hope not. I asked my mother and uncle to help avoid that. I would have asked my friends, but Toph and Sokka would probably run from Aang and Katara to try to listen in themselves.â You giggled, and he couldnât help but chuckle too. âI told you. We donât have to do anything right away. We can warm up to it, if you want to. And someday, eventually, weâll⊠fulfill that duty.â
âWow, Zuko, you make it sound so sexy.â Your voice was like velvet as you spoke, running a finger down his chest. He knew you were joking, but he couldnât help the way his body responded. Another giggle slipped from you, and he took a deep breath of relief.
âIâm sorry, I donât know how else to talk about it.â He huffed a small laugh.
âWell, calling it a duty makes it sound way less fun than it should be, even if thatâs what it is.â You laid back down, placing your head on your hand for support. âYou talk about warming up to it if I want, but do you want to warm up to it?â
How does it always end up like this? He wondered. It was rare that you were shy with him, and you were probably the person he was less nervous and awkward around. But anytime it was a harder conversation, no matter how nervous you got, heâd always end up the most flustered. âI ââ He didnât know how to answer.
âOk, let me rephrase. Do you feel like you need to warm up to it, or would you prefer waiting for the time to come and worrying about it then?â Zuko laid down close to you, mirroring you; his elbow propping him up.
âI â I think if we just⊠leave it all until that day when we decide toâŠâ He hesitated again.
âFulfill our duty.â You repeated his expression with an amused smile.
âYes. Iâm scared if we do that it might go horribly wrong.â He scanned your face for any trace of frustration or offense, but your expression was calm and open, ready for the explanation you already knew he wanted to give you. âItâs just â We kissed today, and that went well.â The memory of it made your stomach swirl. âBut if we never, uhm, touch or do anything else ever again, Iâm scared weâll be too nervous, or itâll be bad or, spirits forbid it, I hurt you somehow. I donât want that to be what breaks us â our friendship. Not just because we might have to-â he gulped âdo it more than once. But I really donât want to ruin what we have. Youâre my favorite person. But â if you want to wait, we wait.â That softness â that sweetness and consideration for others that got his face burnt and himself banned â it was your favorite thing about him.
âYouâre my favorite person too.â You reached for his shoulder and gave him a comforting caress. âFor the record, you wonât ruin anything. But I agree. If we just leave it until that day comes, I think itâll just make it more nerve wracking.â There was a long silence between you, and eventually he moved closer.
âSo, what do we do?â His pupils had tripled in size. Probably from fear, you thought.
âIâm not sure... do you know how much you want to do?â
âNo. Do you?â The air between you grew warmer by the second.
âNo.â You confessed. âI trust you, though. Do you trust me?â
âOf course.â His answer was accompanied by a caress of your cheek, as if the fact you needed to ask made him worry.
âHow about we just kiss again? We can do it for a bit and then stop, or - go further.â You paused. âIf-if you want. If we want. If weâre ok with it.â The flush of his cheeks was impossible to conceal. You werenât sure what it meant, but it made you want to kiss him even more. âIs that ok?â
âYes.â His reply came perhaps a bit faster than he wanted to. âBut only if you want to. We donât have to do everything tonight. Thereâs still plenty of time.â
You could tell he was nervous; scared of doing something wrong or pushing you too far. âI know.â You placed your hand over his on your cheek and slowly moved your thumb against it. âBesides, Iâm definitely not ready for a kid yet.â Zuko huffed out a laugh and leaned against you. He was perpetually amazed at your ability to break the tension in any conversation you had.
âYeah, me neither.â He agreed. âDoes that mean weâll only do it when weâre ready for one?â You couldnât tell if he was joking or not, so you just stared at him confused, which made him laugh again.
âIdiot.â You lightly slapped him on the shoulder as you sat up. âFor your information, I take precautions. Iâm not giving you an heir until I want to. No matter how much you try.â There was a smug look on your face; your arms crossed. The Fire Lord sat up and mirrored you with a very poorly faked offended expression.
âOh, and were you planning on keeping that from me?â His brow quirked. âI see. So, this was your plan all along. Get me in bed and have me as many times as you wanted under the guise of âmaking an heirâ.â Your jaw dropped, letting a small sound of shock slip from you. You immediately took your pillow and hit him with it.
âHow dare you!â Both you and he were trying to stifle your laughter as you kept hitting him with the pillow. âWe didnât discuss the details of our wedding night. Was I supposed to just pray nothing would happen if we did have a bedding ritual?â Finally, he grabbed the pillow from your hands and his chuckling subsided somewhat.
âOk! Ok. Youâre right. You were smart to do it.â Zuko conceded.
âIâm always smart.â You quipped.
âThatâs true.â His eyes were back on yours, and something shifted. The air was getting thicker again. For a long moment, neither of you spoke. âYou looked beautiful today.â The warmth in your cheeks was such, you were scared youâd be the one spitting flames soon. You wanted to reply; say thank you, tell him he looked beautiful too, but the words got stuck in your throat. âYou still do.â For the first time that night, maybe ever, his eyes dared to openly gaze at your body, even if for only a moment. He could see the way your breath hitched; how your chest rose and fell after, and he thought maybe he had been too forward.
âSo did you.â You managed. Suddenly, you became aware of how close you were. Your eyes shifted to his hair and you thoughtlessly reached for a few strands of it as he leaned over you. It was still so smooth; maybe even more so. He watched you silently, allowing your fingers to rake through his hair and brush against his chest. Silence rarely felt comfortable around others, who usually took his lack of speech as a bad sign. But with you, it felt natural. It was only broken when there was something to be said.
âShould we kiss, then?â He asked, after a while, with his typical straightforwardness. You didnât tease him about it this time. Instead, you spoke as plainly as he did.
âYes.â Zuko slowly leaned towards you, like he had at the end of the ceremony. This time, however, there was no fear, only anticipation. He still tasted like the fire plum liqueur the two of you had shared in the final toast before leaving to your chambers: warm and sweet. The kiss was gentle, careful, afraid of asking too much. Your lips moved slowly against one anotherâs, their movements balanced, like Tui and La. When you felt his hand reach for your cheek, just as it had before, you were grateful to have something to ground you from the dizzy, floaty feeling that took over you. He wasnât faring much better. His other hand found support on the mattress to help him from falling onto you.
Time had stopped again, and neither of you knew for how long you were kissing, because this time there was no reason to stop. The hand on your cheek eventually moved down, settling over your jaw and neck, and you didnât notice when your own hand reached for his chest, much less when it moved up, grazing his collarbone â slightly exposed by his robes â and landed at the place where his neck and shoulder met; your thumb brushing over his Adamâs apple. Kissing him felt so intuitive that you didnât even think about your movements or what you were doing. You wanted to stay like this forever, wanted to be able to feel his lips on yours for the rest of your life. Your hand moved naturally to the nape of his neck, where it found the roots of his silky hair, gripping them softly as your tongue brushed against his lip. Zuko had been trying to be careful, not get too excited or go further than you might want. The way you deepened the kiss and allowed your nails to graze his scalp made a small noise of both surprise and pleasure escape from his throat.
Before he could get carried away, he broke the kiss to look at you. He was so flushed, his pupils were bigger than you had ever seen them, and only then did you notice how much his breath had quickened. âIâm sorry, I just â I feel really hot.â
âDo you want to stop?â You brushed his hair away from his face; your brows pinched with worry.
âNo.â His eyes flashed to your lips as he answered, before pulling you closer and kissing you again, surprising you. This time, the kiss deepened quickly, and when you felt his tongue brush against yours, you let out a breathy sigh that made him pull you into his lap.
Being that close, you could feel it, he really was burning up. Slowing down the kiss, but never breaking it, you untied his thick silk robe, allowing it to slide from his broad shoulders, down his thick arms, revealing his toned, smooth chest. Only then did your lips part, and you looked down at him. It wasnât the first time you had seen Zuko shirtless. You had been to the beach on Ember Island with him, trained under the scorching midday sun, but it was the first time it made heat pool between your thighs. That heat became even more intense when you noticed he was hard.
âBetter?â You asked, looking back up at his face, not acknowledging what you were sure was an instinctive reaction.
âYeah.â He breathed, caressing your cheek.
âIâm hot too.â The way you said it â looking at him in a way you never had before â he hoped it meant this was more than duty to you, because by now he certainly knew it was much more to him. Unlike his, your robe didnât have a tie, so you simply shrugged it off. His eyes ran up your torso as you did, noting your perked nipples, and kept going, until they reached your face.
You were frozen looking at him, unable to make another move. Stuck between your need to keep going and your confusion at your own feelings.
 âI trust you.â It was an open invitation; one that gave him the space to decide what he wanted to do, if anything. Both of you were terrified at the realization that you wanted to give yourselves to the other. Not only because it was so sudden and unexpected, but also because you thought you were alone in that feeling. The closeness you were both experiencing was born of trust and friendship, and the recognition that you wanted more felt like a betrayal of those very concepts.
His hand reached for your neck, pulling you towards him so he could kiss your cheek. âThank you.â He mumbled against your skin, before beginning a trail of timid kisses. Upon reaching your jaw, his restraint waned, and they became braver, hungrier. You did your best to contain the sounds bubbling at your throat as you felt his kisses settle at your neck and his fingers grip your waist, but when you felt him sucking at your pulse point, you couldnât help but roll your hips and sigh into his ear. You almost got to feel him under you, but before you could, one of his hands squeezed your thigh and, in a swift movement, you were beneath him.Â
It was like he had lost himself. His fingers tangled with yours â lips never leaving you â travelling lower and lower until he reached the junction of your neck and shoulder. You drank him in, incredulous that he was giving you so much. The quiet sighs that slipped from you turned into soft moans, and your free hand gripped his back, pulling him even closer. His brain was filled with you, to the point he couldnât think. Each nip at your skin gave him more of a taste he could never tire of; each little moan was like a preview of what he knew would become his favorite sound. The tips of your fingers, digging into his back, were like a call to bring him as close as possible. He kissed you again, lost in the whirlwind of you. A groan escaped him just as he ground himself against your core, and the whine you let out was what finally woke him from his daze.
 âPlease.â Zuko was panting; lips glistening and golden irises practically gone under the black of his pupils. âTell me when to stop.â  He was even hotter now. The sweat that formed instantly evaporated from his skin. âTell me how far I can go, because I canât draw that line myself.â His brows stitched together as he looked at you with eyes full of worry; worry heâd ruin everything between you.
âMe neither.â Your hands held his face as you gazed back at him. There was nothing but sincerity, trust, and adoration in your eyes. Still, he hesitated. âZuko,â you brushed your thumb over his lower lip. âI donât want you to stop.â His breath hitched. âPlease, I-I want you.â His hand cradled your face at your admission, and he kissed you again.
If there was still any doubt you wanted to go further, it dissipated when you reached for his hand, making his fingers graze down your sternum until they reached the small knot that kept your nightgown secure. His eyes flashed to yours for a moment, as if he couldnât believe your silent request, and when he saw the way your lips parted with expectation, he finally pulled a string, undoing the knot. He used his hands to brush the fabric off you, grazing your breasts as he did. You gasped at his touch; your skin filling with goosebumps.
âSpiritsâŠâ It was an absent-minded murmur of amazement. His thumb brushed your nipple again, and he relished in the way your back arched, pushing you against him. As his hand roamed, touching places it never had before, he couldnât take his eyes off you, or his mind off the idea that you wanted him, too. Sweeping his hair off his face, you laid a sweet kiss to his temple, and the way it made his heart pound against his ribs stopped his breathing for a second. You wanted him, but maybe only for that night. Maybe it was the heat of the moment, built upon by the roles you had played that day. If it were so, heâd make sure to make it as good for you as he could.
His lips began tracing a path down your neck again, but this time, they didnât stop when they reached your collarbone.
âZuko.â You couldnât help but moan his name at the cold feeling of his mouth leaving your nipple to nip at the flesh right below it. He hummed against your skin as he kept going, leaving a trail of licks and kisses.
His hand trailed down your stomach, your underwear catching on it as he moved to squeeze your thigh and kiss the top of it. You opened your legs instinctively with a soft sigh, and he settled between them like he belonged there. This time, he kissed the inside of your thigh, before looking at you again as his hand grazed your center. A chill ran down your spine, making your squeeze your eyes shut with a whine. There was already a wet patch on your underwear, and Zuko laid a kiss right over it, never taking his eyes off your face.Â
âTh-thatâs not how you make heirs.â You joked through gritted teeth; gripping the silk sheets and trying not to catch fire.
The Fire Lord tittered, and you could feel the exhale through his nose against your core. âI know.â A smirk painted his lips. âBut I thought that wasnât what we were doing tonight.â At that point, you werenât sure the burning feeling in your cheeks came from embarrassment or your almost incontrollable need for him to touch you. You knew he wasnât trying to be smug â he simply met your jokes with honesty and amusement, as usual â but that only made it worse.
âI-it isnât.â You struggled to speak through his continuous caress of your skin.
âCan I keep going, then?â There was still some playfulness to his tone, but the way his thumb rubbed circles on your hip was a constant reminder of how much he cared for you, and how he would only do what you wanted him to.
âYeah.â You breathed.
Zuko reached for your underwear, hooking his thumbs beneath the band on each side of your hips. When he pulled them towards his chest, you felt them simply slide off. Your breath quickened at the realization â he had burnt through where he had been holding them.
Once they were discarded, his mouth focused on the inside of your thighs again, and you could feel the delicious sting of his sharp canines between kisses. He pulled one of your thighs over his shoulder so he could bring you closer, and the sight of you had him pushing his hips against the mattress and biting his lower lip.
âFuck.â You were so wet already; lips glistening with barely a touch from him. His thumb brushed up and down, spreading your slick even more, making you moan softly at the gentleness of his touch. He kissed you all over, getting a hint of your taste. âTaste so good.â His breath fanned against you as he murmured. It felt so good you couldnât even let yourself feel flustered at his words. You felt yourself going insane with the tortuous pace he had set, taking his time and appreciating every bit of you with soft kisses. Finally, he licked your lips, and the tip of his tongue grazed your clit. This time, your moan sounded more like a desperate whine, and he knew you needed more. âMy beautiful wife.â You thought he was trying to ease the tension of the moment with playfulness, but the way he whispered it made your heart flutter, and your hips bucked to meet him as, at last, he gave you what you needed. It came so naturally, he didnât even register what he had said, and he let himself melt into you as his lips and tongue worked, gently suckling on that small bundle of nerves. One of his hands reached up your side, to your ribs, just under your breast, while the other slowly worked your entrance, making you rut your hips in search of more.
Your hand had reached for his hair, and your quiet moans became more intense. The strain in his pants was getting painful, and he ground his hips against the mattress in tandem with your rhythm, trying to find relief.
You were so beautiful like that â breathless, fiery hot, wet, moaning, attached to his mouth â he wanted to give you everything. His fingers finally slid into you, and the ease with which he found your sweet spot was surprising. The moment he curled them, you keened, and all your restraint, if there was any of it left, burnt away.
âZuko â ah â please â donât stop.â You couldnât even keep your eyes open anymore. He moaned, unable to respond in any other way, and the way the sound vibrated against you only made you come closer. It wasnât a fast pace, but it was so precise, so determined, every feeling was enhanced a thousand-fold. There was something stirring in him at seeing you like this, and breathing in your scent, tasting a part of you that could only be accessed if you wished it, only made it clearer. Zuko didnât just want you, and certainly not for one night only. Finally, your orgasm coursed through you like lightning. Your muscles contracted in pleasure in such a way you couldnât even make a sound. He helped you ride it out, stopping only when he felt you relax completely, but his realization had brought his own high down.
You were his favorite person, the only one who, aside from his uncle, seemed to see right through him even if he himself didnât. Being away from you had been one of the many great pains in his life. Your presence was calming, your touch comforting, and your voice a source of support, laughter, and happiness. How had it taken getting this close for him to realize just how much he needed you â how much he loved you? Seeing you like that, kissing you, touching you â it was like he had woken up to the most obvious of truths. You were his destiny, and he had been blindingly walking towards you all this time. But was he yours? Did you feel the same? Or had he brought you into something that would bring you nothing but misery as soon as you realized he wanted more than the friendship he had promised? His breath was shaky when he came up to look at you.
âI didnât know.â Worry covered your features when you noticed how glassy his eyes were. âI didnât know Iâd feel this way. Iâm sorry.â He scrunched his eyes closed, trying to stop the tears from coming, and his forehead fell against your stomach. Even with the knowledge that he needed to step away, he couldnât let go of you, digging his fingers deeper into your flesh.
âFeel what way? Zuko, whatâs wrong?â His hair cascaded down his face, covering your torso. You did your best to gather all of it in the same direction, so you could see him when he looked at you again. He didnât answer, so you waited a moment longer, running your fingers through his scalp, hoping he wasnât regretting everything.
âI didnât know Iâd feel⊠the way a lover is supposed to, not a best friend.â His voice vibrated through you, just as the warmth of his breath seeped into your skin. âIâm so sorry.â He repeated with a small sob.
âNeither did I.â Your eyes were fixed on the ceiling as you spoke, breathlessly. You already knew you loved Zuko more than anyone, but you never thought it would feel like this. Maybe that was why you had never found anyone you liked enough to date for too long. One way or another, they would always disappoint you or misunderstand you in ways you knew he never would. âWhen we kissed â earlier today â I had never felt that way before.â He slowly lifted his head to look at you again. âI didnât want you to stop, and it was scary and confusing, because it made me realize that ââ you felt his weight leave you as he raised himself to look at you properly. âYou already had me in every other way. Forever. And if I also wanted you to have me like this, then maybe you were more than a best friend to me.â He was hovering above you now; his eyes flashing between yours and your mouth in a mix of desire and disbelief. âAnd if you didnât feel the same,â Zuko moved in closer, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. âIâd have to live with that forever.â Those last words were an almost whisper that was drowned out by his kiss. His hand caressed your face with a sweetness that bordered on reverence, before his lips slowly left yours again.
âYours.â He murmured. âIâm all yours. In every way.â The fire in his golden eyes as he spoke must have been the same as the one in yours as you heard him. There was nothing holding either of you back now. Lips melded together with such intensity, the roomâs braziers burst into big, bright flames that licked at the walls. The room was boiling at this point, but neither of you noticed, too distracted by the feeling of skin on skin. You touched him unabashedly, letting your hands wander, memorizing each new detail â his strong chest, the scar right at the middle of it, the trail of soft hair and the lines at his hips that led to where he ached for you. He couldnât contain the noises that slipped from him, especially not the surprised moan he let out when you gripped him through his pants. His cheeks were a bright scarlet, his chest heaving, and the way he looked at you when you stopped to reach the tie in his pants made you think he was going to cry at the loss of your touch. Almost immediately, his lips were back on yours as he helped you remove the rest of his clothing. As soon as he did, he slotted himself between your legs again, and you could feel him pressed against your thigh, hot and hard. His kisses came down to your neck, making you more and more desperate to feel him. An adjustment of your hips, and you were finally able to grind yourself against him, making the two of you moan.
âFuck ââ he hissed against the crook of your neck as his arm slid under you, encircling you completely âyouâre still so wet.â The feeling of his tip nudging against you was dizzying. You reached for the nape of his neck, tugging at the roots of his hair as you covered him in your slick. âYou look so beautiful.â Zuko said, before planting another kiss to the column of your throat.
âNeed you, Zuko â ah â please.â You struggled between sighs.
âIâve got you, sweetheart.â He cooed. âJust tell me if it hurts.â Having seen and felt him, his statement didnât surprise you, but still, you didnât expect to feel so full. He was slow and gentle, never taking his eyes off you so he could check for any discomfort. When he finally bottomed out, his head rested at the crook of your neck again as he tried to stay still. âHng â spirits â youâre so warm, my love.â The mix of the pet name and the way he twitched inside you made you gasp, bringing your hips up further, trying to pull him even deeper.
âPlease move. Please â it feels so good.â His thrusts were shallow at first, but the sounds you made at the feeling of him entering you again and again chipped away at his restraint. Soon, they were deep and steady, hitting that perfect spot he had already found before.
âThatâs it.â Zuko was panting, his skin was on fire. âYouâre taking me so well.â A louder moan escaped you, and his ability to hold off grew weaker.
âJust like that, donât stop.â You pleaded, feeling the tension in your stomach build up again.
âIâm sorry â ah â it feels too good, I-I donât think Iâll last much longer.â It had been entirely too much. All the feelings, the kissing, seeing you completely for the very first time, touching you, feeling you. He had tried to remain steady in his self-control, but as soon as he felt how warm and wet you felt, gripping him so tight, he knew he was lost.
âPlease, Zuko, Iâm so close.â Your eyebrows were pinched together at the mix of heat and pleasure. His hand reached down between your bodies to find your clit, and as soon as he began rubbing it in small circles, he felt your grip on him tighten. A loud groan left him as he tried to hold on for you, and if your eyes hadnât been shut, you would have seen the steam radiating from your bodies.
âFuck, youâre perfect.â He couldnât even think anymore. His lips let out anything that came to mind in between the moans he couldnât hold off either. âThank you. Thank you for being my wife â ah â thank you for being so good to me â fuck ââ Your moans and the sound of skin on skin filled the room as you felt yourself reach your peak again and his thrusts became erratic. âI love you. I love you â I-â The words made you burst like an overflowing dam, shooting a thousand sparks through your body. As soon as he felt it, Zuko let out a loud whimper, spilling hot inside you. He rode out both your orgasms and stayed inside you a little longer after his hips stopped moving, peppering you with kisses.
âThank you.â You whispered sweetly, pulling a few strands of hair behind his ear.
âFor what?â
The question made you titter. âFor being my husband, for being so good to me.â He quickly caught on, and if his cheeks werenât already a deep red, he would have blushed more. âI love you.â You kissed the tip of his nose as he huffed out a chuckle. âI love you.â
hi reader and jason who were dating before he died and heâs written âi love you :)â somewhere so you got it tattooed and jason cries after seeing it for the first time after he came back k bye
Saw someone mentioning Dexâs sensory issue and let me tell youâŠ
He would get so overwhelmed with the tiny ends of your hair strings. Donât get me wrong he loves your hair, loves sliding his fingers into it, nuzzling his head into the curve of your neck while itâs fully covered with your hair from the back and inhaling your shampoo, cherry on top if you havenât showered very recently and thereâs a subtle and delicate scent of your natural body odor noticeable.Â
But! Feeling the whole mass of hair is totally different from a single string or very teeny-tiny section.
He gets easily overwhelmed. Like when you move away a bit while turning in bed, leaving little distance between your bodies and then there are those tiny stupid bitchass ends of hair sneaking towards his skin and dancing there every time you breathe in or out. For him it feels like a million ants are trying to get under his skinÂ
He hates the feeling but do you know what he hates more? Himself. Cause what do you mean thereâs something about you that he canât stand, that annoys him. He tries, he really does.
Would be a blessing if you were aware of it, so you could tell him that heâs a human being and heâs allowed to dislike something or feel annoyed or uncomfortable. That it didnât mean he was a bad boyfriend. But somehow heâs able to hide it from you, every time you notice somethingâs off, he blames it on totally different things.Â
One night you asked him if he could massage your neck muscles, cause working overtime made them spasm so bad. He did it like a happy puppy. Mixing his soft and tender kisses here and there with his gentle touch and circular motions of his fingers.
It was like an opportunity revealed itself. There you were, turning your back to Dex and waiting for him to say he was done, you holding your hair up with one arm.
Once he was done with the massage, he touched your hand and urged you to let go, letting your hair fall down on his favorite body, which he absolutely worshipped.
Dex didnât say a word, divided your hair in three parts and slightly hovered over to see your expression, looking for resistance, maybe? But you only smiled with your eyes closed and that was a green light.
He started twisting those sections into each other, not too tight and not too loose. Of course if someone could count each string, they would find out that the whole mass was separated into perfectly equal parts.
Once Dex was done with his masterpiece, he kissed your neck and rested his head into the crook it. Exhaling softly, feeling relief when you said you loved it. Yeah at the end of the day he found a solution that didnât hurt your feelings.
That night Dex slept like a baby. Feeling your body against him and your scent on his nostrils, nothing on the planet that could disturb him.
Next day as you were applying your body lotion, he thought if he could ask you to braid your hair once more, but kept the idea to himself. A few minutes after you sat down next to him, turning your back to his side. It took a solid few minutes to realize what was going on. Once he did, he audibly sighed, looking down on his lap like a guilty person.
You knew. Gosh of course you knew, you noticed, you always did.
âIâm sorry.â
âThe only thing you should be sorry about is not telling me sooner. Dex, itâs more than okay. My long ass hair sometimes annoys me too. Iâm only stupid for not noticing earlier and youâre equally stupid for keeping it a secret.â
inviting dex to a party with you and getting drunk around him. at first he's annoyed, wondering why you'd inebriate yourself when you're with him. he watches you carefully as you hang out with your friends and act silly.
he begins to like it more when you start stumbling into him and using him as support, snuggling up into him when you inevitably get sleepy. he likes knowing you depend on him when you aren't sober.
soon he's holding your hand and smiling as you stumble to his car beside him, barely able to keep your balance and hugging yourself to his bicep as he practically drags you along.
he starts to drive you home until he hears your breathing slow and glances over to you absolutely passed out. he can't take you home and leave you alone in your apartment like this, can he?
of course not, so he changes course to his apartment. he carries you inside, and gently places you on his bed before stepping out to grab you a glass of water and aspirin. when back, he realizes it can't be comfortable to sleep in the clothes you wore. he gently takes your shoes off, tugging your jeans down and pulling your shirt carefully over your head. he then dons one of his own comfortable shirts over you. you stir and whine which makes his heart soar and his dick twitch, but he simply just tucks you into his bed and kisses your forehead before he leaves to get himself ready for bed.
he's a gentleman, of course, so he only sits atop his bed with you there and watches over you. eventually he's resting his head back and drifting off, too.
when you wake up you feel strong arms caging you in.
thinking about pathetic!dex and how he literally cannot handle it if youâre upset with him.
he knows he fucked up when you wonât even look at him, much less talk to him. heâll follow you around like a kicked puppy, whimpering and whining about how much he hates when you ignore him, begging and pleading with you to let him make it better.
heâs down on his knees with tears streaming down his face, pawing at your thighs and trying to burrow into your lap.
âanything, iâll do anything-â heâs blubbering like a child, sentences cutting off every few seconds when a hiccuping sob slips past his lips. he canât fathom you being angry with him. it makes his skin feel too tight, his lungs restricted. he aches for you. your touch, your voice, the comfort that only you can provide him with.
heâs so worked up, shoulders shaking with the sheer force of his sobbing that you take pity and run a hand through his hair with a sigh.
dex cries harder, curling into you like a wounded thing. he wraps his arms around your waist, face pressing into the softness of your stomach.
âthank you, thank you, thank you.â heâs whimpering into your skin, dampening your shirt with the tears he just canât stop from spilling.
getting takeout with dex is so annoying. he takes forever to decide on a place because of how rarely it happens. he likes cooking, so getting him to agree to a night of greasy food and fizzy drinks is already a task in itself. once thatâs decided, he wants to be chivalrous and pick the food up. save a couple dollars on delivery, all that beautiful, responsible man nonsenseâ which goes down the drain when heâs met with a pout and the cartoon style slow blinking of his girlâs fluffy lashes. donât you wanna cuddle on the couch while we wait? so now heâs on the couch, face full of tits, her arms and legs wrapped around him, keeping him locked and distracted so that he doesnât move until the doorbell dings. thatâs when their position shifts to his advantage. he can get up and reach the door first. he doesnât like it when she answers the door for delivery men, doesnât like how they gawk and make small talk over a minimal transaction. hell, he doesnât even like when they say her name to confirm they have the right location. it allows the world to experience his princess in bite sized pieces, which isnât fair. sheâs all his.
he hates eating in the living room, hates the crumbs on the couch and the coffee table. takeout night usually ends with him wiping down the furniture and vacuuming the rug. another reason why itâs⊠annoying. the best part is watching his eyes get heavier and heavier when he finally settles back down. his belly full, his girlfriend tucked against his side, his hand down the back of her shorts, gripping and toying. the reward always end up being worth the aggravations.
ââ âč àŁȘ Ë BENJAMIN POINDEXTER toxic traits
buckle up, this gonna hurt!
âč dex remembers every vulnerable thing youâve ever told him. your insecurities, your fears, the names of people who hurt you, the stories you only shared because you trusted him.
but during an argument, when his emotions finally crack through the surface, he knows exactly where to press to make you go quiet. the words come out cool and measured instead of shouted. the moment he sees your face fall, he stops talking altogether, realizing heâs crossed a line he canât easily undo.
âč he has a habit of invading your personal space whenever he feels uncertain. arguments end with him standing far too close, searching your face for any sign that youâre about to walk away. if you try to leave the room to cool off, he instinctively follows.
it isnât about intimidation as much as desperation. distance makes him anxious in ways he doesnât understand, so he closes it physically, lingering within armâs reach until you finally look back at him.
âč after hurting you emotionally, dex watches your expression change in real time - the confusion first, then hurt, then the disappointment that settles over your face and for one brief second he wishes he could pull every word back.
eventually he speaks so softly you almost miss it. âI didnât want you to look at me like that.â it isnât quite an apology, but itâs as close as he knows how to come, and the guilt in his expression lingers long after the words are gone.
âč dex also has a habit of pushing you away the moment he needs you most. on days when his mind is loud and nothing feels stable, he becomes cold, dismissive, almost cruel, as though making you leave on his own terms would hurt less than waiting for you to do it.
later, dex finds you sitting alone with red eyes and realizes he was the reason. he opens his mouth to apologize, then closes it again. every sentence sounds inadequate before he can even say it, and the silence stretches until itâs the only thing left in the room.
âč if you tell him, âyou really hurt me,â something in him visibly falters. dex doesnât argue or defend himself. he just stares at you with an expression thatâs almost blank, except for the guilt creeping in around the edges.
he spends the rest of the night lingering nearby, picking up objects and putting them back down without purpose, wanting to fix what he broke but having absolutely no idea how.
âč after particularly bad arguments, he avoids mirrors. he doesnât like seeing his own reflection when all he can think about is the look on your face as you tried not to cry in front of him.
when he finally comes back to you, the apology never sounds right. âI didnât mean it,â he says quietly, and both of you know intent doesnât erase impact. you nod because you believe he regrets it, but the hurt remains anyway.
âč when he feels abandoned, even over something small, he doesnât ask for reassurance. he punishes you with distance. your messages go unanswered, eye contact disappears, affection vanishes, and he lets you wonder what you did wrong until youâre the one chasing after him.
by the time he finally speaks again, youâre exhausted from trying to fix a problem you never created. he watches you apologize with an empty feeling in his chest, knowing he manipulated the entire situation and hating himself for needing that proof you would stay.
âč dex doesnât usually come looking for you with a perfect apology. instead, he sits outside the bedroom door for hours, listening to the silence on the other side. by the time he finally knocks, his voice is barely audible. âI know youâre awake.â
when you open the door, he looks nothing like the man you know. his shoulders are tense, his eyes refuse to meet yours. dex doesnât ask you to forgive him. seeing the hesitation in your face is enough to understand that trust isnât something he can demand back after breaking it.
âč the first time you flinch after dex raises his voice during an argument - he notices instantly. the expression on his face changes so fast itâs almost painful to watch.
he goes completely silent, takes a step backward to give you space, and spends the rest of the evening speaking so gently that itâs obvious heâs replaying that moment over and over in his head.
âč there are nights when dex wakes from a nightmare and instinctively reaches for your side of the bed. if youâre there and you let him hold your hand, he doesnât say anything at all. he simply keeps his fingers wrapped around yours until the sun rises.
he stares into the darkness with his thumb absently brushing over your knuckles before whispering, so quietly you almost miss it, âIâm sorry.â when you turn to look at him, his eyes stay fixed on your joined hands. âfor all of it.â the words come out unevenly, and when you gently squeeze his hand back, his grip tightens with relief.
so when he weasles his way into your life, enough to meet you he practically studies your hands because he would rather die then be made uncomfortable by you of all people.
he knows eventually you'll let him in and surely that'll mean more time together and maybe holding your hand or even a kiss if he's lucky. but for now he'll stick to getting coffee and complaining about work. all while his eyes are stuck on your hands, watching the way you trace your knuckles while you talk, imagining what it would feel like if it was his skin. he watched how you tap at the table before you stand and how often you moisturise your hands, even what soap you use.
late at night he revises what he learnt from the day with you and he'll 'practice', stroking his cock at the pace he thought you would use, squeezing just enough, getting used to it in his own way. his eyes are closed tight remembering how you tapped his shoulder, or passed him his drink. those quick fleeting touches and brushes of skin, he knows you so well, he knows how gentle you'd be.
when he gets closer he starts thinking of your lips, how they stretch when you smile and how they pressed against your cup as you took a sip of your hot drink, how they puckered while you blew out gently to cool it downâ fuck that last one got him every time.
he would cum thinking about it, hot white spurts shooting out across his stomach in thick ribbons while he squeezed his cock harder. dex would drain his balls not wanting to waste a drop to a thought that wasn't about you. he'd moan loudly, your name obviously, arching slightly while his cock twitched and fell limp against his thigh.
and of course dex is already groping for his phone thinking to the next time you'd be free that he would coincidentally be aswellâ another coffee maybe or something a little more date like.
warnings: slightly suggestive content but other than that literally nothing, mentions of blood and injuries
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a/n: this came to me in a vision, anyway⊠iâm sharing it with you⊠i need this loser so bad, those new ddba s3 pics of him have sent my mind into a frenzy. freak4freak
you were lounging on the bed, your skin still faintly damp from the shower. tiny beads of water clung to the nape of your neck where the spray had brushed against you.
your skin faintly smelled of that new shampoo and body lotion you had tried â the memory of dex wrapping his arms around you and inhaling your scent still freshly engraved in your mind.
âdex,â you had giggled as he all but squeezed you to himself, holding you so tight it felt like he was trying to blend your body into his own.
you raised your hands to his shoulders. he was still clad in his bullseye suit â the dark blue material feeling strangely artificial under your palms.
he smelled of sweat and dust, and you swore youâd noticed a speck of blood somewhere on him when he first came inside, though it was gone now. ever since the two of you had started dating seriously, youâd noticed he always cleaned himself up after coming back from⊠work. if you could even call what he did work.
he no longer came home covered in grime and someone elseâs coppery, crimson blood. he knew you always worried it was his, even if most of the time it wasnât.
but still, the heavy suit trapped his body heat, and the sweat that came with the adrenaline couldn't be helped.
âwhat is it?â he grumbled, noticing the way you knit your brows and tried to pull away from his grip. not that the iron embrace he had on your hips would have let you move anyway.
âyou smell,â you pointed out, suppressing a laugh at his instantly irritated expression.
all he wanted to do was hold you and kiss you stupid after another successful mission, and here you were â complaining about something he couldnât control.
âwhat do you want me to do?â he muttered, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck like a clingy animal. â's not my fault.â
âbenjamin,â you warned, cradling his head as he all but whined. here he wasâ a grown man, an infamous vigilante who had people shaking in their boots at the mere mention of his nameâwhining in your arms like a child. âi love you. but please, for the love of god, go shower.â
he sighed, knowing those three words were the exact key he could never resist. he melted every single time you said it, whether it was the first or the hundredth time.
and you were right⊠he did kind of stink.
so that was how you ended up laying on your bed in nothing but a t-shirt, waiting for him to finish. all the dirt and soot and gore of his day washing down the drain with the hot water.
the door creaked on its hinges as he stepped out, a slight mist rolling out behind him. his blonde hair was damp and ruffled where the water had undone his styling, and he had nothing but a towel loosely wrapped around his hips.
you subconsciously bit your lip at the sight, your breathing stuttering at his appearance. you felt your pupils dilating as your thighs involuntarily squeezed together.
he didn't seem to notice your staring at first, intent on grabbing a shirt and a clean pair of boxers from the dresser.
you admired the hard strain of his back muscles, the perfectly sculpted slope of his shoulders and abs as he turned around, grumbling softly as he sifted through his clothes.
you scooted closer to the edge of the mattress, getting closer to where he stood. up close, he looked even more dangerous, even more gorgeous.
âyouâre staring,â he pointed out, and you could hear the smug smirk in his voice.
âis it a crime for a woman to admire her boyfriendâs stunning physique?â
âstunning?â he turned around sharply, a little breathless from the massive grin spreading across his face.
he was still only sporting that towel loosely draped over his hips⊠if it slipped just a fractionâŠ
âyeah,â you breathed, standing up. your fingers traced over the ridges of his abs, feeling the intense heat radiating from his skin. he tensed instantly under your touch. âstunning.â
you didnât notice the way dex looked at you with a sudden, dark hunger â you were too caught up in admiring him.
it was one thing for him to worship you all the time, constantly repeating how much he loved you, how obsessed he was.
but it was a completely different beast when you were the one doing it, showing your raw devotion to him openly.
it did something lethal to his brain, cracking open his fragile skull and making his spine tingle right where the scar from his injury lay.
your lips parted as a quiet giggle involuntarily escaped you.
âwhat is it?â he asked, his voice dropping an octave as he suppressed the urge to shove you onto the mattress and kiss you senseless.
âyouâre just soâŠâ your brain searched for the right word. âlarge. like⊠in a really good way. itâs hot.â
his mind completely short-circuited at that, your words echoing through his skull like a broken, beautiful record player.
âi like how,â your hands dragged up to his shoulders, âhow wide your shoulders are. your chest is so broad⊠your arms, your abs. your belly.â you spoke of him like he was the most precious thing on earth. like his body was a shrine you were destined to worship. him. âyour thighs.â
him, who others feared or viewed as nothing but a monster. a murderer. a tool simply utilizable before discarding. but you⊠you looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky.
âyouâve been eating more,â you noted matter-of-factly. but before his deep rooted insecurity could surface, you cut it off. âi like that. i like you. i like how youâreâŠâ
you grabbed his hands, pulling his massive frame closer to yours. he made a low, wrecked noise in the back of his throat, every ounce of his self-restraint faltering by the second.
âi like how you have enough muscle for the both of us,â you finally whispered, looking up into his eyes.
and all you found there was purely unfiltered love, adoration, and burning lust.
it made your heart skip a beat. your dex, looking down at you like you were the center of his universe. because to him, you absolutely were.
âyou canât just say shit like that to meâŠâ he whispered, his large hand coming up to cup your cheek. âand expect me to act normal.â
âi never said i wanted you to be,â you shot back, and dex was immediately reminded exactly why you were his.
âshow me dexâŠâ you whispered, slipping your fingers between your bodies and carefully undoing the knot holding together the towel. âshow me everything you want to do to me.â
you could feel the groan vibrating through his chest as all self-restraint perished and he pushed you towards the bed.
due to dexâs ocd, he insists on showering together. more specifically, he insists on washing you.
It doesnât matter if itâs getting into a bath together to leather your hair, scrub your back and make sure the water hits every spot on your body or just sitting on the edge of the bath, having just came back from work because he told you to hold off until heâs there.
also, itâs another delicious opportunity to have you completely bare under his touch.
his chest pressing against your back as one hand parts your thighs and the other snakes around your waist and in between them. his rough fingers moving over your clit and sinking themselves into you. Your head lolls against his neck as he begins to message your g-spot. âmaking âer feel good, huh?â his chuckles in response to your cunt squeezing around his thick, rough fingers.
your nails bite down into his forearm - the one holding back your thigh from closing onto his other hand as you inch closer to coming on it. it leaves a few bloody crescent by the time you come down of the high, but dex doesnât mind. to him, itâs another way of carrying you with him.
after giving you time to collect your senses, he picks you up from the bath to stand under the shower-head. âneed to clean my girl properly,â he whispers into your flushed ear. so, he makes sure to clean under your bloodied nails and the sticky fluid running down your thighs with the focus of a man on a mission.
when he was finally done, he pushes up your chin to meet his face. he asks, âwhat do we say?â with the serious look that you have grew to understand is just how he looks, but a voice that tells you thereâs only one right answer. you lean your face into his warm palm, âthank you, dex.â
