ঌMarried Man… Fire Lord Zuko x ASFAB woc readerঌ
Warning, this fanfiction includes the following…
Mentions of cheating, cheating, mentions of divorce, mentions of pregnancy (once), kissing, unprotected sex, p!in!v!, asfab reader, black reader, obsessive tendencies, service dom!zuko, oral sex (f!r), fingering, nipple play, slight body worship, L-bombs, power dynamics, slight plot?, strangers to lovers, mentions of marriage, size differences, unintentional creampie, and more. If any of these things bother you, kindly look away. If you are a minor GO AWAY! Thank you.
Wc 10.4k. plus size friendly (intended for plus size readers bc Zuko is a strong and very big man.) skin tone inclusive (no direct descriptions of skin tone, only color i.e //brown skin//)
“I am married.” Zuko looked in the mirror; his beautiful face was riddled with stress and worry. His face was flushed, and his long, silky black hair was a mess. Ever since he met you, his mind and body have been completely out of place-,something’s shifted. He’s always loved his wife; she was the apple of his eye, and then-, and then you came along—too beautiful, too kind, too tempting, too perfect—it was like he was being punished. Every time you came around, Zuko felt his entire body tense, all the hairs on his arms and legs stood on end, and his heart pounded like a caged bird trying to escape its owner. It didn’t help that you were so vastly different from his wife, nor that you seemed to care very little about his title of fire lord. You treated him like he was just another guy—a twenty-eight-year-old man who just so happens to bend fire—it was like he wasn’t special to you.
If he could, Zuko would send you away, though it might look strange—the fire lord sending away one random woman-,a normal, non-bending one at that—people would think he was losing it. They’d call him tyrannical. But what else was he meant to do? It was killing him! Watching you move through the space of the fire kingdom so gracefully and so comfortably, he would watch from his horse-drawn chariot, covered by the long curtains and the wooden frames. You were so unaware and so naturally fluid with the things around you. He blames himself, really; if Zuko weren’t so adamant on connecting with the fire nation people, it’s highly unlikely he would’ve run into you. Yet, he insisted on attending a small festival and, unfortunately, ran into you.
The way you looked at him, tilting your head back as your eyes sparkled underneath the lantern lights. A beautiful array of yellow and red flowers adorned your hair, the red flower painted on your cheek complimented your brown skin and, your dress flowed like a controlled fire. Truthfully, before crashing into you—well, you crashing into him—Zuko saw you, his heart fluttered when he did. Against his better judgment, he continued walking forward knowing full and well that youd slam right into him. It was what he wanted, or what he felt was right? He isn’t too sure. Either way, he let your bodies collide. You smacked right into his chest and stumbled back, he almost knocked you over but with his lightening fast reflexes, he caught your elbow and was able to slip his other arm around your waist. He could’ve died right there…
You smelled amazing. Your brown skin was so soft and, oh, the way you looked at him… The way your whole face seemed to light up. You didn’t even flinch at his touch, you didn’t scramble and rush to apologize. You stood there—looking quite as stunned as Zuko as a matter of fact—staring at him with the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen. God! He could’ve dropped everything for you right there without another thought. Zuko had never, ever thought of cheating on his wife; a harem was extremely unappealing to him. But when you carefully-,cautiously slipped yourself away from his grasp, he wanted so badly to pull you back into his embrace. But then you spoke, and his heart felt like it’d just out his chest.
“I’m sorry, Lord Zuko.” Your voice carried a warmth that made his knees buckle when you said his name, “I didn’t realize I was so distracted.” You laughed but it was more of a way to collect your breathing, allowing you to exhale without making it obvious you were so flustered by him.
Zuko’s amber eyes danced, his chest rising as he inhaled and filled his lung with cool air. Although he was nervous, there was an unintentional smile on his face, as if he were talking to the love of his life. “N-No, no…” He exhaled, “It’s fine. I was uhm, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” He brought his hand up and rubbed the back of his neck. His face flushed so brightly red that it almost blended perfectly with the scar on his eye.
For a moment—one much too long—both of you were silent. Zuko couldn’t find anything to say, his heart was beating so hard that he could literally feel it when he breathed in. His hands were notably hot, a second longer and he would begin to let off steam. His mind was a mess, screaming at him for not saying anything and for wanting to say something. His heart and mind were at war with each other, and you were standing here-, as beautiful as could be and completely unaware that the fire lord himself was contemplating his marriage over you.
“Are you here to enjoy the festival?” Zuko blinked his eyes, his state of deep thought cut short by your voice. He whipped his head back to you as if he had completely forgotten that he was standing in a moving crowd of at least 150 people.
“The…” He trailed off. He couldn’t remember why he was there for a moment, it didn’t matter to him at the moment, in any event he could have been there to monitor his people and it still wouldn’t matter compared to you. And then it hit him. “Oh, uh…” He stammered.
His eyes-, full of shame, darted away from you as he grew hotter, almost unable to control his body completely as his emotions went haywire. He couldn’t even look at you. “Y-Yes—I mean no!” He corrected himself quickly. If he said yes, then he would have to stay and he couldn’t. No matter how beautiful you were, he couldn’t cheat on his wife. “I was just…” He took a pause to think of a lie. There was really no need to; there wasn’t a need for him to be nervous or to lie, and yet he did both.
“Passing by?” He sounded so unsure of himself, but he couldn’t help it. In front of you, it felt hard to even breathe properly.
“Really?” You raised a brow and tilted your head to the side as if trying to get a better look at the handsome man in front of you, “Then will you stay to watch a show? They're putting on a play about you and the avatar. I’ve missed it almost every year now, but I heard it’s absolutely amazing.” Zuko’s eyes darted to the other side. He refused to look at you, but his heart jumped at the idea of catching a play with you—or at least in your vacuity.
Zuko knew it was a bad idea. He should have gone home; he should have left and gone to bathe away his filthy thoughts. He should have spent the rest of that night loathing himself for the way his heart reacted to you—there were a lot of things he should have done, but despite that, he did something he knew was going to hurt him in the end. Something he felt was despicable.
“A show?” He cleared his throat and tried to straighten his back a bit, wanting to appear confident. “Well, I suppose it would be nice to enjoy myself a bit.” Zuko finally looked at you, and his breathing caught in his throat, but he managed to speak. “Since I’m here, and you are too then maybe, uhm…we could see it t-together, or something.” He didn’t know what he expected you to say or do, he honestly thought you’d smack him across his face and leave a handprint as red as the blood in his veins. He thought his wife would march through the crowd—which was impossible—and call him a disgusting pig, maybe the sky would fall too. But instead, you smiled. Oh, what a beautiful smile you smiled at him…
With a pretty smile, so soft and gentle, so warm, you nodded. “That would be amazing.” Your voice held so much excitement. This was wrong, he knew it was. You seemed so happy to be around him, most people—despite his efforts to connect—walked on eggshells around him and would have lied to avoid spending any amount of time with him. Being the fire lord is a lonely duty, yet you lead him without a trace of fear through the crowd.
That night, Zuko indulged in all the things he missed. Greasy fried food, sickeningly sweet treats and, a woman who smiled at him like he was just another man who she enjoyed spending time with. When it came time for the show to start, you rushed him through the crowd.
“C’mon! We’re gonna miss the start!” Zuko watched you walk ahead of him, a moment of clarity hit him. He promised his life to another, swearing that no matter what he would never—not even if she were to die or leave him—ever love another. Yet, when you turned to him and rolled your eyes, his resolve faltered. “Don’t you wanna see the show?” Zuko opened his mouth to speak, he was going to decline and go back home to let the guilt eat him alive, but then you grabbed his wrist.
Your hand—which was noticeably smaller than his own and could hardly wrap around it—held his wrist as tightly as you could manage, which wasn’t very much. Zuko thought his heart would stop or maybe even explode. He couldn’t find the strength to stop you from dragging him into the tent and sitting him down in the very back of the crowd, high enough that he could see and far away enough that he wouldn’t be seen. When you let go your hand left a warmth that was unlike his fire; it was something that felt closer to the one he’s craved for years—his entire life even. He didn’t feel that warmth from his wife during their early years in marriage; the affection that he was craving and desperately needed didn’t come from her the way he thought it would. So feeling it from you…God, did it make him want to forget his morals and run away with you.
The entire show went by in a blur; he couldn’t remember if it was good or not, but he could recall the questions you asked and your reaction to his answers. Is Aang really like that? Did they hate each other? Did they really fight that often? He enjoyed your hushed whispers much more than the play itself, but that was a given. He enjoyed them so much that when they stopped, he was left staring at you and waiting for you to ask another, but it never came, and the show ended.
“So,” You started as you walked by his side, not an ounce of shame for being so close to him. “Did you like it?” Zuko was never the type of lie to a woman, he remembers when he went to see plays with his mother as a child and he could recall a time when he was too busy thinking of his father to pay attention. His mother asked the same thing, in the same warm tone as you.
So, he responded as honestly as he did before, “I was a bit distracted, but I had a lovely time.” He stopped, his feet in place on the ground as he turned to you, knowing that the night was ending and he’d likely never see you again unless by his own accord. He’d have to seek you out, and that was a risky move, too risky for him. It would have been better if he had left without making it so obvious that it was killing him to do so, but he was a weak and very tender man. He’s been a sweetheart since he was a child, hopelessly romantic and a fool for love. Zuko couldn't help the sadness in his voice as he said his goodbye. And he definitely didn’t miss the same look in your eyes when you said yours.
Now, as he stands in the mirror over a month later with you in his study, waiting to find out what he summoned you for, he finds himself wanting to crawl into the floor and die.
“I’m a married man…” He said to himself one last time. “And I’m stronger than this.” Zuko took a deep breath and closed his eyes, centering himself before meaninglessly adjusting his sleeves and then fixing his messy hair into a bun. He gave himself a moment to finally return to his naturally tan color, and then finally left to meet you in his study.
Every step closer felt like a step closer to his own demise, it was like he was walking himself into a war he was bound to lose. But he walked into it with pride, swinging the door open with his chest and chin high, ready to face you and your heart-melting personality with pride.
“Lord Zuko.” Though when you looked up at him with those beautiful eyes full of curiosity, his false ego deflated, and his heart fluttered. This was a battle he would die fighting; his shame was much bigger than he realized. You looked like an angel, so brown and so pretty. It was pitiful-, pathetic of him to think he could win against a woman who is so unbelievably gorgeous. “Uhm, Lord Zuko?” Snapping out of his trance-like state, Zuko ripped his eyes away from you and cleared his throat.
“Uhm, t-take a seat, please.” He walked around you and his knees wobbled. You smelt amazing, did you wear that perfume for him, or do you always smell that good? A woman like you likely smells this good all the time, Zuko can only imagine how good youd smell if you were actually trying to tempt him. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.” You shook your head.
“Not at all.” You replied, as you sat down in the chair in front of his table—one he specifically and brought in for you—you seemed anxious. It wasn’t strange for you to be so nervous, being summoned randomly by the fire lord himself would make anyone shake in their boots.
Zuko could see this very clearly, so he cut to the chase, not wanting to leave you anticipating a punishment that wasn’t coming.
“I’m sure you’re wondering why I summoned you.” Zuko began, you nodded. “And, I know it may sound strange-,unethical and maybe even disgusting coming from me…but…” Zuko felt a lump in his throat, he needed to get this off his chest and he needed to do it fast. It was the only way he could move on. “But…” Yet, the words wouldn’t come out.
His face was burning again, and he could feel your eyes on him. This was much harder than he thought. But what did he expect? Confessing to a woman he’s spent one night with—watching a play that lasted for maybe an hour—that he has been considering such shameful things, is not an easy feat. The task is already impossible as is, but you make it worse by looking at him with such tender eyes when you realize that you weren’t in any trouble. It was like you were undressing him, stripping him to just his heart and mind, and only you could translate for them.
“Is everything okay, Lord Zuko? You seem stressed.” He almost rolled his eyes. Your sweetness was killing him; he wanted to melt all over his table and seep through the floors. Your compassionate tone was such a wild difference from his wife; she stopped being that very quickly after they got married. His softhearted nature became a struggle for them very quickly on, maybe that’s how he ended up here…
“I, uh…I’m fine.” Zuko shook his head and let out a soft breath. Maybe he wouldn’t tell you, maybe he could just make something up and learn to get over you. He’s been alone for this long, what’s even longer? “I was just wondering, at the festival, do you feel they depicted me accurately?” His question was a direct pivot from his original topic, but the pressing matter would have to be dropped. Besides, who was to say you felt the same?
Your face fell for a moment, as if you were so shocked by his question that you couldn’t react properly. He couldnt blame you, it was a month ago that the festival happened.
“In—In the play?” Zuko nodded. You laughed, more of a scoff as you looked away from him for a moment. You knew very clearly that he was avoiding something, there was more that he wanted to say and you could see it in his eyes, yet, you entertained his question and nodded. “I can’t be sure, my Lord.” You answered honestly, “the actors are actually friends of mine and they said they studied for a long time to be as accurate as possible.” You explained.
“Though, my friend who played you was a bit more aggressive than what you seem to be. I’ll have to remind him to be a bit kinder.” Your tone was slightly playful, but Zuko’s mind was focused on what you said.
“Do you like this friend?” You blinked your eyes, batting them in confusion as your brain staggered for a moment. His question was so simple, yet so strange.
“Like him?” Zuko nodded, “My friend who played you?” He nodded again. You didn’t know what to say, why would be interested in that? It had nothing to do with the play, he very clearly wanted to talk about that instead of what he called you in for originally, why would he pivot here? “Uhm, I guess so. He’s very kind.”
“Do you think he’s attractive?” Zuko was direct, very quick and his tongue was sharp. He asked with such quickness that it gave you whiplash. He sounded as if he desperately needed your answer.
“What?”
“Do you think he’s attractive?” He asked again. You were silent for a beat, your lips parted as you tried to pin where this was going.
“He’s uh…attractive, I guess. Why?” You asked.
Zuko frowned at this, his brow knotted with where the other would be. Clearly he didn’t like your response, you couldnt know how much it upset him that you thought your friend was attractive. Jealously was eating at him, though it shouldnt, it made him burn inside as he stared at you. This wasn’t going to work…
“Do you think I’m attractive?” This time you couldn’t hold it in, your face reacted before you could stop it. Your eyes went wide and your brows raised, your mouth opened but nothing came out.
Is Lord Zuko attractive? Do you think that? Of course! Everyone does! He’s perfect in every way possible—with a perfectly sculpted body and the face of a man who was adored by his mother, cared for tenderly, and a voice that could make a siren follow him to land—Zuko is everything women dream of. But he’s married, though no one has seen her for over ten years; everyone knows he’s married. Is it even appropriate to answer the question? Wouldn’t she be upset? What does it have to do with anything?
Your silence made his emotions stir, he didn’t like how long it took you to answer. “No?” Zuko pressed, “Is it because of my hair, or is it something else?”
“Your hair? Of course not!” You disagreed quickly, your mind a jumbled mess.
“Then, why do you not find me attractive? Is it the clothes I’m wearing?” He raised his arms, showing his robe a bit more clearly, determined to get a clear answer from you.
“No, no, it’s not that either.”
“Then what is it?” Zuko hardly gave you a moment to breath, pressing further as he unintentionally leaned closer, “Am I not your type? Is it my scar?” His questions were rapid fire, you were overwhelmed and so anxious. Why did this matter?
“Lord Zuko, I don’t dislike any of those things about you,” You clarified, “You are a very handsome man.” You claimed. Zuko finally relaxed, not realizing he was so tensed.
A very handsome man? You really thought so? Zuko pressed his lips together and looked away from you for a moment as his lips twitched, itching to curl into a smile. “More handsome than your friend?” He asked in a tone that gave away his slight embarrassment. You couldn’t believe it.
The Fire Lord, Zuko, was so concerned with if you found him attractive that he summoned all the way to his study just to find out. It was both enduring and concerning, on one hand you were in disbelief that he cared about what you—a random woman he’d only spoken to once—thought about him, it was flattering and fueled the childish crush youve harbored for him since your first time seeing him when he became the fire lord. Yet, on the other hand you were concerned that this was a test of some sort. Lord Zuko has never entertained another woman, he doesn’t have any consorts, not even a concubine. Just his wife. Why was he suddenly so concerned with what a woman thought about his looks?
“Much more handsome than him.” You replied. His eyes danced, shining in satisfaction as he practically melted.
“Really?” He straightened his back and an uncontrollable grin-,one that screamed pride, grew on his face. “Then, if you had to choose between me and him, who would you prefer?”
You bucked your head forward as if you heard him wrong. “My Lord, I—I’m sorry but, did you summon me here for this specifically?” Finally, Zuko remembered…
You aren’t here to stroke his ego and ease his jealous heart, you’re here before he can’t stop himself from following you around and avoiding his duties. He can’t stop waiting for the day to come where you run to him and beg him to leave his wife for you. That’s why he summoned you. Zuko swallowed the lump in his throat and turned his head, unable to face you again.
“Well, sort of…” He muttered.
“As much as I’d like to sit and talk to you, I’m sure you have much more important things to do, my Lord.” You didn’t know just how little he cared about doing anything that didn’t involve talking to you, and he didn’t know how much he was stirring you up inside.
You didn’t want to be in this position; something was telling you that this was more than just finding him attractive. You weren’t dumb; obviously, there was more to it, and you didn’t want to get your hopes up or become a homewrecker. The possibilities were endless, but you knew that one of two things would happen. Either you would misunderstand him and let your delusions sway your heart, or he would break his moral code of not having a harem. You hated both options.
Zuko inhaled deeply, filling his lungs until he couldn’t anymore. “As you know, I am married.” Finally he broke, he might as well get it out it now. Clearly, you wanted to leave and clearly he wasn’t going to break his promise, no matter how things ended. “The rumors of my wife leaving, being gone for over ten years…they are true.”
Your heart dropped. Where was he going with this? “For ten years, we have been separate, but we never divorced. Though she wanted to, I was too stubborn to let her go. I was too prideful to lose to another man the woman I fought so hard for, and because of this, we’re still married to this day.” You listened with wide eyes. “While it would be easy for us to divorce, I struggled for a long time to move on. She let go a long time ago; most people think that she is still here, just hidden away from the world.” Zuko shook his head, recalling the painful memories of his estranged wife.
“But, the truth is, she left long ago to be with a former lover after I refused a divorce.” You stopped him; you couldn’t listen anymore. The anticipation was killing you.
“Forgive me, but why are you telling me this, my Lord? What is it supposed to mean?” Zuko looked at you, and you looked back at him. Neither of you could deny it; there was a subtle tension and spark between the two of you. It didn’t make much sense, yet you couldn’t help the butterflies in your stomach as his eyes pierced yours with such pitiful affection.
“Y/N,” For the first time, he said your name. You didn’t even know he knew it; then again, he was able to find where you lived very easily. The sound of his voice when he said your name made your body shudder. “I’m sure you must think I’m a horrible man. I promised her that I would wait for her to come back and that I would forgive her no matter what, but…” His eyes dropped for a moment. “But you-, everything about you, would you think I was insane if I said I fell in love with you at first sight?” Your whole world came to a screeching halt.
In love with you? How could he be? Youve only spoken once. Your silence made him sweat, he was so nervous. “I know, that’s crazy! I must be losing it!” Zuko stood, too overcome by his emotions and afraid that youd reject him. “I mean, I’ve been alone for ten years. I haven’t even looked at another woman. The first time I’ve held someone’s hand since she started seeing him, was the night I met you. And now all of a sudden my heart is in my stomach, when I think of you my body tingles, and I can’t focus for the life of me!”
The candles flicker, seeming to burn a bit brighter as he pours his heart out. “I mean, you spoke to me once and I couldn’t stop thinking that maybe youd show up on my doorstep declaring your love for me. It makes me feel so-,so pathetic. Like I’m a fool, like I’m an idiot!” Zuko moaned, his emotional turmoil made him want to scream.
You watched him, the candles around him burned so brightly, much brighter with every word he spoke. You had no idea that Zuko was like this, such a hopeless romantic and so vulnerable. Before, your crush was based on his painfully attractive face and his kindness, but your heart melts as he rambles on and on about how stupid he feels. He’s so softhearted…
“Lord Zuko.” You stood, meeting his gaze. He finally stopped, his face was so red. He didn’t even realize how much he said. “Are you sure you’re in love with me? You hardly know me.” Zuko came around the table, his long silky black hair flowing behind him as he rushed to your side.
“Y/N, I have never been more sure in my life. I want to know everything about you. I want to be the reason you smile, laugh, and cry. I want to be the fire that ignites you and keep you as close to me as possible.” He reached out and grabbed your hands, “Please, tell me that you will allow me a chance to get to know you and to prove that I’m the man for you.” You looked down, staring at your hands.
His are remarkably bigger, warm too. Could this really be okay? “You don’t have to love me yet, one day I’m sure you will.” He’s still legally married, is this really fine?
“But…your wife.” Zuko took a step closer.
“I’ll divorce, I’ll do it right now if it means you will give me a chance.” His voice softened, and he brought your hand up to his face. You held your breath watching as your hand inched closer and closer until he pressed a soft kiss on the back of your hand. Your knees wobbled a bit. “I want you to be the only woman in my life. I’ve never been a man who needs more than one, love.” Your breath caught in your throat as he placed another kiss on your hand.
“My lord.”
“Zuko is fine.” You swear you were about to faint.
“Z-Zuko, I’m not sure. Are you positive she wouldn’t mind?” He nodded, closing his eyes as he placed another kiss on your hand. The spot grew warmer with every touch of his lips, your heart fluttered and the pit of your stomach tightened and swirled with heat.
“She hasn’t loved me for ten years; divorcing is what she wanted.” He kissed your knuckles, pressing his lips against each one. “I’d be doing her a favor…” You swallowed thickly and bit your lip.
“Then…” Zuko stared you in the eyes with compassion and care, they were so full of love. How could a man who only spoke to you once look at you with such affection? Who could leave a man like him? “Then if I say yes…” Zuko felt his heart thumping in his chest.
“Then I will devote myself to you completely, I’ll make you my wife and spend the rest of my life doing everything in my power to make you happy.” You thought about it for a moment. Life as Lord Zuko’s wife, you never imagined this was your future, but you weren’t going to deny him. If he wanted to be in love with you, then you wouldn’t stop him. “Please, be with me, will you?” Your silence was nerve-wracking, but when you nodded, Zuko felt the pressure inside of him release.
“Okay…” Zuko exhaled a breathless laugh and suddenly hugged you tightly, engulfing you in his strong arms. He stood there for a second, inhaling your scent. You noticed the way the candles seemed to calm, but remain blindly bright. You could feel his heart pounding as he held you tightly. His body was so hot, the heat was seeping through his clothes and into yours.
“I’ve waited so long for this,” He murmured, “You have no idea how many nights I’ve dreamt of you.” He pressed his face into your neck, only trying to get closer, but his lips grazed your skin and made you shiver. “How many times I’ve searched for you.” His breathing tickled your skin. “Did you think of me too, love?”
You let out a shaky breath, his words were so potent. They were smooth and sensual, you couldn’t tell if he meant to, but they made a slickness grow in your panties. “Did you dream of me?” His hands kept a respectful stillness, like he was being extra careful as to not make you uncomfortable.
“Hm?” He pressed. You nodded, truly you did, but it was normal for you. Youve dreamt of Zuko many times, more than you can count. “Y/N.” He finally released you and looked down at you, the anxious feeling in his chest was unbearable, but he continued. “Can I—Can I kiss you?” Your lips parted, your heart skipped a beat and you stared at him blankly.
“K-Kiss—“
“Forget I said anything!” Zuko released you completely, putting distance in between your bodies. He couldn’t believe he asked such a silly question-, kiss you?! He must’ve lost it! How could he—The Fire Lord—not only come onto a woman who he hasnt spoken to for longer than a few hours, but also ask to kiss her?! ‘I’m so stupid! Why am I so bad at this?!’ Zuko’s hand clenched into tight fists as embarrassment began to gnaw at him, eating him from the inside. “Y-You should go, forget all about everything I said.” He added.
“I was just…momentarily confused.” Ashamed of himself and utterly humiliated, he lowered his head and waited for you to walk away. Being alone didn’t seem too bad now, another ten years or even fifty didn’t sound so lonely. If being alone kept him from feeling this heavyweight of emotions, he’d much rather go back to his throne and finish his day with another endless pile of work. “Thank you for coming.”
You didn’t budge though, despite his goodbye and his dismissal, you stood in front of him without moving. He was so…cute, it was strange, such a big and strong-,powerful and commanding man, yet he gets flustered like a teenage boy who is confessing to his first crush. It’s adorable. Admittedly, it is a bit of a taxing task, to be asked to give the fire lord a chance to court you is not a small favor. Anyone would be baffled by the idea, just yesterday you were sure he was still happily married, and now all of a sudden he wants to kiss you? It’s conflicting and probably much more than you can handle, but Zuko seemed so sweet and so genuine. Even if your crush was small and fickle, you couldn’t deny the swarm of emotions inside of you.
“Lord-, I mean…Zuko.” You cleared your throat and took a step closer, “I can’t be sure that I’m in love with you, but the more you speak, the harder I find it to deny you.” He whipped his head up to you, staring at you with his eye widened. “One kiss can’t hurt, right?”
“I…” Zuko couldnt speak, he was breathless and you could literally see his brain buffering, clearly youd have to make the first move. You took a step closer and raised your arms, flinging them onto his wide shoulders. He didn’t dare blink. You pulled him a bit closer and, he stumbled into your body again. This time, he was too staggered to say anything. You were in control.
“Kiss me, my Lord.” A shaky breath escaped him and with your spoken consent, Zuko leaned down and kisssd you with an undeniable hunger. His lips—warm and soft—crashed against yours as he cautiously places his hands on your hips. Your stomach tightened, it felt like it had done a flip and the heat between your legs quivered.
He was so slow and so careful, kissing you with much passion. His big warm hands caressed your hips and moved to support your lower back, your body melted in his hands as if you were a candle and he were a fire. A soft moan escaped your lips and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue-,hot and slick, into your mouth. It rolled around yours in a sensual dance, not fighting for dominance but as an equal. His tongue flicked against yours and he opened his mouth a bit wider, tilting his head and his arms tightened around your body.
“Mhmm.” He moaned softly into your mouth and without allowing you a second of air, he lifted you off your feet and spun you around. You gasped and broke the kiss.
“Z-Zuko!” You called out his name, clutching the back of his robe as he walked you over to his desk and sat you down on top of it. Without missing a bit, he kisssd you again, this time a bit messier than before, his restraint clearly dissolving. His tongue was even hotter than before, as if he were burning on the inside. He kisses you as if he’s starving, attempting to eat you alive. You place your hands on his shoulders to keep yourself steady, growing dizzier by the second. When he broke the kiss you kept your eyes closed, trying to catch your breath while Zuko—as if air was last thing he needed—began peppering your face in kisses, his lips trailed from your cheeks to the corners of your lips and then your jaw.
Inching lower until he reached your neck, “Zuko…” You breathed out his name and it was like his body was about to give. He sighed a soft moan against your skin and kisssd the junction between your shoulder and neck.
“Haa…yes, my love?” He answered sounding dazed, not stopping his kisses for even a second.
“It’s so hot.” You leaned your head, allowing him better access to your brown skin, sweat already beginning to collect on it in tiny beads.
“Hot…” He stopped for a moment and looked at you, his eyes were clouded with just barely contained lust. “Do you want me to help you cool down?” He picked up your hand and kisssd your wrist, “Will you let me?” He asked. His tongue swept out and slid across your wrist leaving a light trail of saliva, he blew softly on it—attempting to create a cooling effect—and then lightly kisssd it. The sensation made you shiver.
You nodded, your heart pounding as you watched him lick up from the middle of your wrist, taking your middle finger into his mouth. His tongue swirled around it as his eyes closed. Watching him made your cunt pulse so strongly, it throbbed and ached for his touch. Your legs spread a bit, welcoming him to stand between them, Zuko took the invitation gladly and dropped your hand.
“I promise, I’ll be gentle.” His voice was so shaky. “I swear.” You nodded, not trusting your voice. “Can I undress you, please?” You held your breath and bit your lip, silently giving him permission. It happened in a blur, your clothing was stripped from your body. You sat naked and vulnerable on his desk, heart pounding as you watched him lower to his knees, dropping the floor without breaking eye contact.
“Don’t worry…I’ll take good care of you.” He pressed a kiss against your knee, then spread them apart. His lungs emptied themselves as he took in the beautiful sight of you, your brown skin was glistening with wetness. If he weren’t patient, he’d dive in without hesitation, but for your sake he remained slow. His lips grazed your inner thighs, soft kisses that inched closer to where you needed him most, and careful caresses of his tongue that made your legs tremble.
Zuko looked up at you one more time, he pulled your body a bit closer to the edge and inched closer to your cunt before finally pressing his lips against your soft mound, just above your clit. You held your breath. He kissed the lips of your flesh to test the waters, watching your eyes widen, full of curiosity and desire. You looked so pretty… His tongue slipped out and with a slow precision he dragged his tongue up between your delicate folds, his tongue even hotter than before. You wanted to cry, your hands gripped the edge of the desk as your body jerked and your back arched. His tongue slide over your clit and you stifled a moan, your breathing uneven and heavy. Repeating the action—this time with a bit more confidence—Zuko closed his eyes. The taste of you made the erection in his pants—the one that he got the moment he entered the room—throb. You tasted like Heaven to him.
His tongue swirled around your clit, massaging it slowly with slick strokes. He moaned against your wet flesh, pressing his face further into your cunt as he hooked his arms underneath your thighs and held them tightly in his strong arms. “Z-Zuko…it feels…” You gasped, his tongue flicked against your clit as he latched his mouth onto your mound of nerves, sucking lightly against it. Your juices began to pool in a small puddle on the desk, dripping down until it trickled down.
Zuko pulled away for just a moment and, looked up at you, his lips and chin-,even his nose, were glistening in your love. “Can I use my fingers?” You looked down at him, dazed and breathless. His question hardly registered, yet you nodded anyway desperate for him to do whatever he wanted to you.
Your eyes were glazed over and your lips were parted, your chest heaving. Zuko licked his lips and let go of your thighs, slipping his hand between your legs. He slid his middle finger between your already soaking lips, collecting the wetness and easing you into the feeling of his finger. Your body tensed, he could tell right away that you were anxious—for him to touch you—but he didn’t rush, with caution, Zuko slipped his finger into your cunt.
You inhaled deeply and braced yourself, “Relax, I won’t hurt you…I promise.” He kissed your knee and watched your face, moving slowly until finally his entire finger was inside of you. Your squishy walls convulsed around his finger, it was so warm-,so hot and wet and slick. Zuko could’ve cum just from the feeling of your wall’s pulsing around his finger. “Does it—Does it hurt?” He looked up at you, his mouth slick and his breathing heavy.
“Mhmm, n-no…it feels…it feels so good.” Zuko cursed under his breath, almost moaning at the feeling. His finger curled upward, pressing against your gummy walls with just enough pressure to make your whole body jerk. “O-Oh God!” You leaned your head back, walls clenching around his finger. Leaning forward, Zuko latched his mouth back onto your clit. His tongue slid against it, his finger—thick and hot—knocking against your spongy walls, your vision blurred. You couldnt even catch your breathe again before he stood up, stealing your lips in a heated kiss as he rocked his hand back and forth.
Every moan that left your mouth he swallowed gladly, the taste of yourself was on his tongue it made the kiss feel all the more erotic. His palm massaged your already sensitive clit and, he slipped his ring finger inside of you. A knot quickly began to form in your stomach—his tongue, his fingers, his lips and his warmth—everything was too much, it all felt so good.
“You’re so beautiful, my love.” He pressed his forehead against yours, allowing you a second to breathe. “Youre the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen.” His pace quickened as he spoke, transitioning into thrusting his fingers into you in a more feverish manner. You turned your head and rested it against his shoulder, gripping his clothing as you whimpered helplessly against him. “Does it feel good, love?” He questioned, “Do you like it?”
You couldn’t respond, you were so close. The knot in your stomach was twisting so tightly, it felt like he was going to unlock something inside of you, like a gate was about to open deep inside of you. It coiled in the pit of your stomach, his long, slender fingers fucked you at a quicker pace as the wet sound grew louder. The room filled with the lewd sounds, as you drew closer to a release your hands gripped even tighter, tugging on his royal clothing as the feeling overwhelmed you.
His name forced it was from your lips, a raw whine as sweet as honey. “Are you close?” Zuko questioned, but it seemed he already knew. “Will you cum for me, hm?” Your eyes squished shut, closed tightly as your breathing became wild and jagged. “Please, cum for me my love. Do me the honor, show me just how good The Fire Lord makes you feel.” His voice made your head spin, pushing you closer to an orgasm.
Your heart was beating like a drum, you couldn’t take it anymore. “Z-Zuko…Lord…” You sputtered out, hardly able to string together a sentence, your legs trembled around his waist, almost shutting.
“I know, I know…” He replied in a slightly mocking tone, cooing as he went just a bit faster. “Feels so good, doesn’t it? If you stay here with me,” His voice is low and husky against your ear, “I’ll make you feel this good everyday…” He pressed a kiss against the shell of your ear. “I’ll worship you and that pretty pussy every night and every day, until the end of time.” It was like he was hypnotizing you, his words alluring and coaxing. The knot in your stomach was coiled so tightly, all it took was the feeling of his lips grazing against your ear as he whispered sweetly into your ear and, the coil snapped.
A flash of white pleasure washed over your body, chills cascading across your brown skin as you fell silent and struggled to breathe. “That’s it…just like that, my love, cum for me-,cum for your fire lord and let me devote myself to you.” He slowed his movements when your breathing turned into whimpers, finally pulling his fingers out in a slow and gentle motion. “You did such a good job for me.” He held your face in his hand, watching your face as you slowly came down from your high. Allowing you a moment, Zuko sucked his fingers clean moaning softly at the taste of you.
For a second, you’re both silent, breathing in each other’s arms as it sank in what had happened. “That was…” You laughed and he followed suit, “That was amazing.” Zuko nodded in agreement, still painfully hard. The guilt and the shame he had before had disappeared, the only thing he could think of was you and being inside of you, so he asked with zero shame in a husky tone, “I know you just finished but…do you think we could keep going?”
You exhaled deeply, it was sharp and quiet. Keep going? As in…have sex with Lord Zuko? In his study? You couldn’t think of anything better. You nodded and looked up at him with such a lewd expression on your pretty face, he could feel precum beginning to seep through his underwear.
“Are you sure?” You nodded. “Do you really want this?”
“Lord Zuko, there’s nothing more I want…please,” You leaned back, your breasts on full display, nipples stiffened and pretty. “Don’t stop.”
Zuko was undressed quickly, his royal clothing discarded and forgotten on the floor beside your own. The sight of him was magnificent. His body is a beautiful temple of discipline in the form of hard muscles, in the center of his abs is a scar—a bit like the one on his eye—a faint happy trail led down the middle of his abdomen and, the v-line and veins above his pelvis wrapped everything together in one heart aching package. His hair-,which was in a bun just moments ago although a bit messy, was now flowing down his back. Youd never seen him with his hair down before, not in art nor in pictures—which there weren’t many of—you wanted to run your fingers through it. Zuko is the definition of perfection, sex appeal oozes from him. Your eyes go lower, trailing down until they stop on his cock. It juts out with such pride, thick and flushed. A vein wrapped around and bulging, the head of his cock—red and equally as flushed—has a bead of precum that threatens to drip at any second. He’s so big…
“Love, you’re staring.” He blushed, reminding you that you weren’t just looking at a perfect statue of a man. You ripped your eyes away, forcing yourself to look at his face instead of his impressive appendage. “Am I not what you imagined?” He asked, “Did you expect more?” His question made your eyes buck.
How could you expect more? He’s already so big—quite frankly, you’re such you’ll feel him for at least a day after—if he were any bigger, you’d put your clothes back on and pretend none of this ever happened.
“N-No I…” You shook your head, your eyes lowering once again. “It’s just…you’re so big.” Your walls clench as the words leave your mouth and you don’t miss the way his cock throbs, bobbing as he reacts to your words.
“I’ll be gentle,” Zuko grabbed your legs and moved them to his waist, you wrapped them around him loosely and bit your lip. “I promise.” He looked down between your bodies, his cock aching as he inched closer to you. He was shaky, his hand guided the head of his cock to your flesh and it bumped against your lips. He gasped at the slight contact, his stomach tightening as he tried to keep himself composed. “God…” He murmured.
Holding his breath, Zuko gently pushed past your folds, the head of his cock lightly prodding at your needy entrance. Neither of you made a sound, only breathing heavily as he took his time. Thrusted his hips forward, ever so slightly pushing into you, barely allowing the tip inside. The movement created a slight wet sound that Zuko quickly began to love. For a moment, he continued thrusting into his fist and then finally, when he felt it was safe, he pushed a little further. Moving his hand as the tip of his cock finally slipped inside, slightly stretching you out as he pushed past the soft spongy ring.
“f-fuuck…” He stopped, closing his eyes as he tried his hardest not to cum just from the feeling of your walls around him. “I-I need a moment…” He swallowed thickly and bit his lip. “Does-mhmm, does it hurt?” You shook your head, but he couldn’t see it.
“Please, keep going.” You pleaded, your voice soft and full of need.
Zuko almost let out a sob, your voice made his whole body tense. He couldn’t cum this fast, not like this. His pride-,his honor would be forever destroyed! He’d never live this down, nor would he be able to forgive himself. But he couldn’t stay like this forever, so, Zuko inhaled deeply, doing his best to remain disciplined as he pushed his hips forward, his throbbing member moving inside of you—hot and thick—with ease until finally, he was deep enough to feel a soft squishy nub that he knew for certain was your cervix.
The stretch made your toes curl, you clung to him tightly, his cock nudged against your cervix, so deep it made your whole body tingle. It felt so good, so warm, so big-,you couldnt speak, you could hardly think. You held onto him like it was the only thing keeping you from floating away, your eyes rolled back as you quivered against him. You could feel the wetness inside of you seeping out and coating him, making everything blissfully slick. Zuko filled you up so perfectly, every inch of him was so deep inside of you. God! It felt so good! When he finally moved, slowly pulling out until just half of his cock was left inside, your toes curled, your nails unintentionally dug into his back as you gasped and pressed your face into his neck.
“Ah—Zuko!” You called out his name in ecstasy, melting as he thrusted forward with precision. The head of his cock rubbed against your gummy walls and then bumped lightly against your cervix—which was bound to be bruised afterward—over and over again. His strokes were slow and gentle, he let you get used to it—the size, the stretch, the heat—making sure he wasn’t overwhelming you.
“You’re doing such a good job, love.” He struggled out, “You-You’re taking me so well.” He grunted, his teeth gritted as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “C-Can you feel it? Can you-,haa…f-feel how deep I am?” Zuko leaned his head back, letting out a throaty moan. His Adam’s apple bobbing as he looked up at the ceiling. You nodded your head furiously, letting out weak whines and whimpers as you turned into soup in his arms. “You’re such a-fuck! You’re such a good girl, can I go faster, please?” His voice was breathy, raspy and needy.
“Yes, please go faster, Zuko!” Without needing another word, Zuko picked up his pace. His resolve finally broken, his mind was mush and his body had given into the desires of flesh. His strokes became longer, harder and, faster. Each one as perfect as the last.
Your legs tensed, weakened, and then tensed again. Your body felt like it was floating, you cried out so loudly in pleasure as your love gushed out of you and soaked your lower halves. “That’s it, good girl, good…fucking…girl…” Zuko growled in between strokes, “Take it for me, take all of me, princess. Be my good girl.” Your back arched and you leaned your head back, crying to the skies as you crumbled in his arms. Zuko watched your face, fucking you like it was his calling. You looked so pretty, so lewd and so perfect. Without a warning, he held you tighter and suddenly lifted you pulling out for just a second.
A gasp escaped your mouth but it was quickly stolen by his lips in a messy kiss as he walked you toward the wall and, pressed your back against it. “Keep your legs around me.” He muttered against your lips. You obliged obediently, wrapping your legs around his waist again. This time, Zuko didn’t move slowly, he didn’t tease you or give you time to adjust. His hips snapped forward and he slipped inside of you again, keeping your back pressed—practically glued—to the wall.
You leaned your head back against the wall, your mouth agape as you fall completely silent, mouthing his name. “I know baby, I know…your Fire Lord has got you, trust me…I’m gonna take good care of you, baby.” You exhaled, your body shuddering.
His movements started with mid paced strokes, still hard and heavy like before, just with a bit more intention. The sound of your skin slapping together created a steady rythem, like a beautiful song of lust. He holstered you up as if you weighed nothing to him and held your soft thighs tightly. “Such a pretty-pretty princess…” Zuko moaned and kissed your neck, then your shoulders and then your neck again. “Does it feel good? Hm? You like it? You like being taking like this by me?” You nodded, pouting as you looked at him.
“Oooh,” he cooed, “I know baby, I know you do…don’t worry, when I marry you-,GOD!” His hips faltered as the pleasure began to overtake him, “I’ll take care of you like this every-,mhmm, everyday.” You tightened your legs around his waist and dug your nails into his back, his body was growing hotter, you could see steam actually emitting from his body—so red and hot—sweat beads collecting and dripping down as his hair stuck to his forehead.
“F-Faster! F-Faster please!” You begged, “pl-please, my Lord.” Zuko whimpered, a genuine, soft whimper, and nodded his head. Going faster even though he knew he was getting closer to his peak. The way your walls convulsed around him, squeezing and fluttering, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer, not like this, so he kissed you. Hoping to bring you closer to another orgasm before he could finish himself. Your nipples pressed and rubbed against his chest, every sensation made you tingle—every nerve was on end. His tongue—this time—fought for dominance, easily winning, and he thrusted harder, the steam he emitted was thicker. Coming from his entire body-,he was close, so fucking close…
“T-Tell me you love me.” Zuko broke the kiss, his eyes glossy and glazed over. “Please, please tell me you love me.” He begged. Your vision was blurred and you couldn’t focus on his face to save your life, the slight glimpses of him you could catch when your eyes weren’t trying to close were beautiful though.
“I-I love you-,mhmm l-love you so…so so…so much. Oh…God…” Your voice trailed off, growing quieter as you whimpered out confessions of your love, chanting it in just barely audible moans until your words were too slurred for them to make sense. It didn’t matter though, hearing you say those three words made Zuko’s knees buckle, his body felt weak. Using the last of his strength, he stepped back, away from the wall. In a careful motion he held your body snug against his own and lowered to his knees until he was on the floor, then he laid you down gently on your back.
The steam poured off his body endlessly and, his hands were so hot you were sure they would leave a mark. “I love you too Princess, I love you so much.” Zuko guided your legs back to his waist and leaned down to kiss you, grinding his hips against you like he was in heat. “M’gonna marry you,” He pecked your lips, “and get you pregnant.” He pecked your lips again, “and keep you here forever, oh God!” Zuko pulled away and began slamming into you, knocking the air out of your lungs with every stroke. You reached out to him and he grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together as he fucked you through the floor. “Take it, take it,take it.” He demanded, the head of his cock abusing your cervix.
You lied underneath him helpless and overcome by pleasure, you trembled, shaking your head and muttering nonsense. Your toes curled and your body burned, you were so close, so so close. It felt like he was going to fuck you into oblivion, your eyes rolled back and your mouth fell open with not a sound leaving it. Zuko groaned at the sight, sounding as if he were going to cry.
“Fuck you feel so good…feels so fucking good…” A chill ran up his spine and he knew he wouldn’t last more than a few seconds, cumming before you wasn’t an option though, so he let go of your hand and slipped it between your bodies, his thumb rubbed fast and tight circles on your sensitive clit. He dipped his head down and latched his mouth onto your nipple, his tongue flicking against it lightly as he rolled the other between his thumb and middle finger just as softly. A scream—something between a cry and a moan—ripped through your chest, echoing in the room as your back arched. Your hands slapped weakly against his shoulders and tears peaked in your eyes.
“I can’t—I can’t—“ You couldn’t take it anymore, it was too much. Even stronger than before, an orgasm began to rip through your body. It tore you apart and made you new again, crashing onto you as you cried out Zuko’s name and held onto him. Your walls clamped down onto him, a rush of wetness gushing out against his pelvis as he kept the same pace, not changing anything to help you ride out your orgasm as his own closed in on him. His teeth unintentionally grazed your nipple as he released it from his mouth, he looked down at you with his head titled back—holding it up high—steam now pouring from even his nostrils as if he were a bull. The fire from the candles burned so high they grazed the ceilings, leaving black marks on the walls and ceiling. Nothing held him back anymore, his mind was blank except for you.
Zuko’s head fell back and he let out a moan so loud someone was sure it hear it, panting as his voice became raw and whiny. “Aaahh, oh-oh God!” He called out your name, his cock throbbed as thick ropes of his cum spurted out into you. So hot that you could feel it filling you up. His moans turned to whimpers as he buried himself into you, so deep that your toes curled and you winced. Your walls were like a gentle vice that milked every last drop of his cum until he was left shuddering, his thick length pulsing as the last bit of cum seeped out and into you. Dripping down as it leaked out and into a puddle on the floor. Your bodies were spent and tired, he almost collapsed on top of you, but instead, he slipped and arm underneath you and rolled over so you were on top of him.
Then he collapsed. For a moment, you were both silent. Absolutely quiet except for heavy breathing, your eyes felt heavier by the second—you almost forgot where you were—you were dangerously close to falling asleep in his arms, but then he spoke, you could feel his voice rumble in his chest.
“I’m sorry if I was too intense…” He said, “But I meant everything I said.” You smiled, eyes low as you snuggled into his chest, his body keeping you warm. “If you marry me, I swear I’ll make sure you’re happy every day. In more ways than one, anything you want-,anything you dream of, I can do it for you.” You were silent for a moment, listening to his heart beat, you could even hear it quicken as he awaited your response. Truly, you were nervous. What if things went wrong and they didn’t last long? What if his wife came back one day? There were a lot of what if’s, but they didn’t matter. Lord Zuko held you in his arms as if you were his entire world, so what if he was moving a bit quickly and sure, you only spoke once before this. If Lord Zuko swears he’s in love with you and is willing to divorce just to prove it, then youll take his word. The worst that can happen is that you have more amazing sex…
“Mmhmm…” You hummed, the vibrations tickled him, “Lord Zuko-“ He cut you off.
“Just Zuko.” You nodded.
“Zuko,” You corrected. “You make a convincing point and, I can’t see a reason to say no, so…I’ll stay with you.” Zuko’s eyes widened. “After you get a divorce.”
“I’ll write up the agreement right now.” You stopped him as he began to slip his arms away, pouting as you placed your hand on his bicep.
“After a bath?” A beautiful smirk curled on his lips as he looked at you, his hands slowly rubbing your lower back.
“It would be my honor.” Zuko agreed.