#iroh x reader

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Would like people want more fics about Iroh...or is that just me.

[melzula]

REQUESTS ARE OPEN !!!!! okay this has been a long time coming for me but would you be open to doing a general iroh and kya’s daughter wedding piece ? i feel like that’s the only part of their relationship we haven’t seen !

a/n: was so excited to get this request bc i love these two so much!!!

~ based off of these headcanons ~

“You look beautiful.”

“I think I’m going to puke,” you utter with a nervous laugh, anxiously fidgeting with the ceremonial pins in your hair that you just can’t seem to get straight.

Sighing, Kya carefully pushes your hands away before adjusting the pins herself. The golden ornate pieces had been a gift from Zuko, said to have belonged to his late wife and worn on their own wedding day, and though you were grateful for the thoughtful gift you also felt that an immense amount of pressure came with them. Marrying Iroh meant you’d officially be part of the royal family now, and a part of you was worried you wouldn’t be able to live up to the expectations that came with that.

“It’s normal to be nervous,” your mother consoles, stepping back to admire her work once the pins are set. “Today is an important day and the start of another adventure for you, but it’s nothing you can’t handle.”

“I don’t feel like a real bride,” you admit in an almost defeated tone. You stare at your reflection in the mirror and find yourself carefully brushing your fingers against the crescent moon hanging from your neck. The coolness of the stone against your fingertips brings a sense of comfort to you, but it doesn’t relieve you of your nerves.

“Are you having second thoughts?” Kya asks with a worried furrow of her brows.

“Of course not!” You’re quick to interject. “I love Iroh, I can’t imagine a life without him anymore.”

“But?” Your mother prods.

“But… What if I’m not good at being a wife? What if I’m just not… not good at all. He’s the General and the son of the Fire Lord. What can I give him that he doesn’t already have or that he couldn’t get from a Fire Nation woman here?”

Smiling faintly, Kya gently takes your hands in her own and gives them a comforting squeeze. “That boy loves you more than you could ever know. I see it in his eyes and hear it in his voice when he speaks about you. I wouldn’t have given him my blessing if I wasn’t one hundred percent sure of this. Don’t compare yourself or waste your time wondering about all the what ifs. All you have to do today is focus on Iroh, and everything else will take care of itself.”

You let out a shaky breath and blink back your tears before throwing your arms around your mother in a tight hug. You know she speaks the truth, and her comforting words greatly ease your anxiety. You’d fallen in love with the boy from your childhood, and he’d fallen just as hard for you if not harder. Despite being apart for so many years you’d found your way back to each other and helped one another find the missing piece in your lives. You and Iroh are simply meant to be, and your wedding will be proof that.

A gentle knock on the door has you parting from your mother, and as Bumi sticks his head in the doorway you smile.

“It’s almost time, kiddo,” he says with a grin. “The general’s going to get his socks knocked off when he sees you.”

“Thank you, Uncle Bumi,” you laugh tearfully before allowing him to hug you tight. You don’t know this, but Bumi has always felt a sort of paternal love for you. He was the closest thing you had to a father growing up and you were the closest thing he had to a child, and like your mother he felt so much pride and love at seeing you so happy. He knew you were in good hands, and that was more than enough for him.

“Are you ready?” Kya asks with an encouraging smile. Sucking in one final nervous breath, you nod before taking her arm and beginning your walk to the palace gardens.

In the courtyard a handful of chairs are set up for your intimate ceremony. Only close friends and family are invited, neither you nor Iroh wanted to make a grand spectacle of your marriage, so you decided to hold your wedding in the gardens with his mother Izumi as your officiant.

At the end of the makeshift isle, Iroh stands in his uniform with a fire lily delicately pinned to his lapel. He shifts anxiously from one foot to the other eagerly awaiting for your arrival. He’s been looking forward to this day ever since he proposed to you, and he can’t wait to finally make you his wife after all this time.

“You make a handsome husband, son,” Izumi compliments from her place beside him. “It brings me great joy to see you so happy.”

“Thank you for agreeing to officiate the wedding, mother,” Iroh expresses gratefully.

“I knew it was a matter of time before you two fell in love,” she notes with a careful smile. “I know she’ll make a wonderful wife.”

Beaming with pride, Iroh’s gaze falls upon the garden gates where you finally emerge. Arm linked with Kya’s and with a bouquet of flowers in the other hand, you make the most radiant bride Iroh has ever seen. Your gown flows elegantly behind you as you walk, your hair sparkles from the sunlight hitting the pins, and your smile is enough to take his breath away. He can feel himself beginning to tear up, and it takes everything in him not to rush towards you and take you in his arms himself.

Kya hugs you tight once you reach the end of the isle, doing her best to keep her tears at bay before letting you go. Carefully tucking a stray strand of hair away from your face, she smiles before handing you off to Iroh.

“Take good care of my daughter,” she whispers before chastely kissing his cheek.

The butterflies in your stomach are quieted when you finally reach Iroh. Nothing else but him matters in that moment, and as his golden irises stare into your own you find yourself falling in love all over again.

“You look so beautiful,” he whispers with a tearful laugh.

“So do you,” you smile, carefully wiping your tears so as to not ruin your makeup.

Your ceremony goes without a hitch, and when Izumi officially proclaims you as husband and wife Iroh gracefully dips you before giving you the most passionate kiss you’ve ever experienced. Your family and friends cheer and applaud, but it all fades into the background as you grip his sleeves and melt into his touch.

“I can’t wait to spend forever with you,” he professes earnestly after parting from your kiss.

“Forever and always,” you agree breathlessly before pulling him down by his collar for another kiss.

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[rax-writes]

Reunion

Fandom:  The Legend of Korra

Pairing:  General Iroh II x Reader

Warnings:  Smut (p in v sex, vaginal fingering) 18+ only

“They’re here.”

Mako’s words caused goosebumps to rise on your arms, and the anticipation of seeing him again after so long set into your bones. General Iroh, the love of your life since you were twelve years old. Even now at age thirty, you could feel your heartbeat quicken at the prospect of being near him, seeing those warm amber irises stare into your own, hearing the comforting sound of his voice.

The eagerness was short-lived when you heard Korra and Mako note that there were no Equalist airships nor mecha-tanks present, and the realization hit you like a train.

“It’s a trap,” you announced, and Korra looked at you with concern in her eyes. The panic was evident in your voice when you said, “Korra, we have to do something. We have to warn Iroh!”

The two of you had known each other since she was named Avatar as a toddler and subsequently placed under the protection of the White Lotus. As a waterbending Master and the eldest grandchild of the previous Avatar, daughter of Aang and Katara’s eldest son Bumi, you were one of a select few who had clearance to be around the Avatar. Your grandmother Katara had urged the White Lotus to allow Korra to have some friends, noting the importance of friendship in an Avatar’s journey, so they had encouraged you to get close with her. Although your bond was orchestrated, you had formed a genuine friendship with Korra. As such, she knew of your romance with the Fire Nation prince, so she fully understood your panic in that moment.

However, your revelation had come a few moments too late. A massive explosion caused the five of you to return your attention to the United Forces naval fleet, and to your horror, the ships had encountered a field of mines – a trap laid by the Equalists.

If you weren’t already furious with the Equalists for their nonsensical, hate-filled movement, you damn sure were now.

Without hesitation, you leapt off the ledge of the dock and into the water, and Korra was hot on your trail. Both of you bended the water to propel you toward the fleet, and a mantra began in your mind, the same two words repeated over and over again: Protect Iroh.

When you and Korra breached the surface of the water, you heard an ominous, loud buzzing noise, and turned to see a barrage of Equalist airplanes heading for the United Forces fleet, adding a second wave to their attack. Protect Iroh. At the same moment that you moved to head toward the ships again, Korra grabbed your arm and yanked you below the surface of the water, and you turned to glare at her, not understanding why she had held you back – just as bombs began to fall into the water and each of them zoomed toward the nearby ships, ultimately colliding with the hulls and causing massive explosions.

As the force of the explosions launched the two of you away from the ships, you understood her reasoning, but you were quick to make your way to the surface once again. There was no time to waste, and your frenzied mind was way past the point of formulating a strategy. Korra was still stupefied by the chaos while you bended the water around you to propel you through the surface, a colossal column of water elevating you high into the air, and you began sending shards of ice at the airplanes. The Avatar was quick to recover and follow your lead, but a plane quickly crashed into the column holding her up and causing her to fall back down into the water below.

Although Korra was a great waterbender, she had not spent her entire life mastering the single element as you had. The simple fact that you were driven by unbridled determination to save the love of your life certainly helped as well. And so, plane after plane met its demise at your hand, falling from the sky in heaps of flames and debris. Each that attempted to knock you down in the same manner as they had Korra received a javelin of ice through the engine. In the midst of the chaos, you glanced at one of the ships, and found a familiar pair of golden eyes looking back at you.

“She’s gorgeous,” Iroh murmured to himself with a faint smile, admiring you for just a moment despite the pandemonium around him. The way most of your hair had fallen out of the traditional Water Tribe style you usually wore it in, the determination in your eyes, the betrothal necklace he’d made for you still sitting at the base of your neck, and especially the smile that graced your lips when you locked eyes with him – Spirits, it felt like he was falling in love with you all over again.

Always a man of rationality and impeccable focus, Iroh quickly returned his attention to the three airplanes heading straight for the crow’s nest of his ship, the spot he’d just ran to for a better look at things. He began sending bursts of flames at them, and noticed shards of ice aimed at them as well, momentarily reminding himself to thank you for it later. He managed to take out one plane, one of your blades of ice took out the other, but the last was moving around so much that neither of you could get a hit on it. At the very last second, it flew directly upwards, avoiding colliding with the ship but dropping a bomb right into it. Although Iroh’s fire blast in retaliation somewhat deflected the explosion, it still sent him flying from the crow’s nest and into the water below.

Your heart dropped to your feet at the sight, but the plane flying directly at you forced you to focus elsewhere for a moment. Once you’d sliced the plane’s wings off with two powerful, thin streams of water, your gaze snapped back to the spot Iroh had fallen into the water, only to find that Korra had saved him. He was coughing up a bit of water, but he was alive.

“It’s alright, I’ve got you,” Korra assured the disoriented general.

“Avatar Korra?” Iroh questioned, before turning slightly to look at his rescuer. “You saved my life. Thank you.”

“Your fiancée would have murdered me in cold blood if I hadn’t,” Korra quipped with a soft smile, and Iroh chuckled, although his laugh faded into another cough.

Korra seemed to have noticed you keeping an eye on them, as she motioned for you to follow her before using a blast of water to propel herself and Iroh toward the shoreline. You spared a glance at the United Forces naval fleet – or what was left of it, at least. Every single ship was on fire, and even more Equalist planes were inbound. There didn’t seem to be the slightest chance of recovery. So, with a huff of agitation, you sent a few more quick, precise shards of ice toward the planes, before diving back into the water below and following Korra.

By the time you made it back to the dock, Korra was already ushering Iroh to the hideout, holding one of his arms around her shoulders to support him. Before you knew it, you were running full-speed toward them, surpassing them just enough to wrap Iroh up in a bone-crushing hug. He let out a small “oof” at the impact, but quickly returned the embrace, gently stroking your hair and kissing the top of your head.

Too soon for Iroh’s liking, you pulled away and held him at arm’s length by his biceps, looking over him with worried eyes. “Are you alright? Does anything feel broken?”

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Iroh whispered with a lopsided grin, and you paused your evaluation of him to meet his eyes. “I swear, you somehow get even prettier every time I see you.”

“That doesn’t answer any of my questions, hot stuff,” you replied, unable to hold back a smile.

Iroh chuckled softly at the nickname, before abruptly cupping your face in his hands and pulling you into a kiss. Every sensical thought left your mind, and all you could think of was him as your arms subconsciously wrapped around his waist. Everything about him felt like home – the way his lips were slightly chapped, as they always were after spending weeks facing the salty air aboard a ship; the barely-there scent of his cologne; the comforting warmth radiating from him, even after being in the water moments before. After a brief eternity, you heard footsteps running toward you, and both of you instinctively looked up to see if a threat was approaching – only to find a very uncomfortable-looking trio of Korra’s friends.

“Uh, hi…. Sorry to interrupt,” Mako said awkwardly.

Korra smiled and laid a hand on your shoulder. “We should probably get going.”

You nodded to her, and caught Iroh’s smile before wrapping his arm around your shoulders and guiding him into the safety of the sewers.

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Once the lot of you were back at the camp within the sewers, you maneuvered a few crates so that Iroh could sit on a couple, before sitting very closely in front of him. Gently, you moved his arm so that his hand rested on your knee, giving you access to the burn wound on his arm. He watched you with pure adoration in his eyes; he always enjoyed observing you and your bending at work.

Not noticing Iroh’s affectionate gaze, you removed the water still drenching your clothes and used it to begin healing his arm. Although this wasn’t the first time you’d healed one of his wounds, the sensation always caught him off guard, causing him to involuntarily grip the top of your leg in surprise. You glanced at him, and although you only locked eyes with him for a split second, you could tell from the dark look in his gaze that he was thinking the exact same thing you were: We need some time alone so we can rip each other’s clothes off ASAP.

Before the intense, wordless interaction could continue, Mako asked something about the United Forces, and Iroh began chatting with the group.

“I was prepared to deal with Sato’s mecha-tanks, but not these new high-speed aircraft.”

Arms crossed and looking dejected, Korra replied, “I know. Every time we think we have an advantage, Amon outsmarts us.”

“No matter what our plan is, he always has a better one,” Bolin chimed in.

“Amon is winning so far, but we’re not out of the fight yet,” Iroh said.

“I like this man’s confidence!” Bolin exclaimed, then confusion set in. “So, how are we not out of the fight?”

You looked up at Iroh; he understood your wordless question and nodded in response. Your dad was coming. The prospect of seeing your father for the first time in a couple of months made you smile, but it quickly faded to a frown when you realized that he had absolutely no idea what he was heading into. Iroh noticed the emotions that crossed your face, so he stood to wrap an arm around your shoulders before turning to Korra.

“A second wave of reinforcements is on the way, but I need to warn them. Do you still have a way to get a message out?”

“I know just the man for the job.”

After tracking down Gommu, the vagabond inquired who the recipient of the message was.

“Commander Bumi, Second Division of the United Forces.”

“Wait, as in your dad? Tenzin’s brother?” Korra asked you, and you nodded.

“Yes. Bit of a wild man, but the bravest commander you’ll ever meet,” Iroh replied, then smiled at you before adding, “And my future father-in-law.”

Once the message had been sent, Iroh retrieved a map from Gommu and spread it out across a nearby table, clearly in full-on General mode. Not that it was the time nor the place, but Spirits, you were practically salivating at the way the determination had him squaring his shoulders and his voice took on a more authoritative tone. Thankfully, he didn’t notice the way you were eyeing him longingly, or he’d have probably told you to cut it out (yet wouldn’t have really meant it).

“Now comes the hard part. We need to ground those aircraft, otherwise Bumi’s fleet will never be able to retake the city.”

Mako stepped forward to point at the map, stating, “They flew in from this direction. The airfield must be somewhere over this mountain range.”

“Everyone get ready,” Iroh commanded. “We leave at dawn.”

Iroh’s hand reached out to hold yours, and you followed him as he walked away from the map, along with Mako, Bolin, and Asami. Korra lingered behind, explaining that she’d rather face Amon head-on.

“That’s not a good plan,” Iroh replied, frowning. “We need to stick together.”

“I’m not waiting for him to hunt me down. My gut is telling me it’s time to end this – on my terms.”

“Korra, this isn’t something you should be doing alone,” you cautioned.

“She won’t be,” Mako interjected, stepping forward to stand beside Korra. “I’m going with you.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Yes, I do,” Mako said gently.

Well, I’m certainly taking a mental note to gossip with Korra about that later, you thought, before Iroh spoke up again.

“My grandfather would respect the Avatar’s instinct. So will I.”

“Your grandfather and my grandfather told us very different stories,” you said with a snort. “From what Grandpa Aang told me, Lord Zuko argued with the Avatar more than anybody else." That earned a faint grin and a ‘maybe so’ sort of shrug from Iroh. When you looked at Korra, she wore a small smile as she observed the exchange, but you could see the way her eyes pleaded with you to trust her. She knew full well that if you were against her choice, Iroh would ultimately side with you, and the two of you would find a way to stop her. With a sigh, you told her, “I trust you, Korra. Just promise not to let your gut outweigh your head.”

Korra nodded to you, and the group dispersed once again, everyone returning to the tents the vagabonds had been kind enough to set up for them. You guided Iroh toward your tent, and he wasted no time in kicking off his boots and flopping down onto the old mattress that took up the entirety of the space.

He exhaled slowly, eyes closed as he asked, “Do I even want to know where this mattress came from?”

“The wayfarers were kind enough to lend it to me, so I thought it best not to ask questions,” you replied with a smile, kicking off your own boots by the entrance and sitting down on the mattress, facing him. “But don’t worry, I cleaned it thoroughly with my bending as soon as I was alone with it.”

“Thank Agni.”

You laughed lightly, then reached over to remove the white scarf around Iroh’s collar before unbuttoning his coat and removing it from his torso, as best you could given the fact that he was laying down.

“As much as I’ve missed your touch, the underbelly of Republic City isn’t what I’d pictured for our first night together once I got to see you again – but I guess beggars can't be choosers.”

His words made you pause your actions, laying your hands flat on his now-bare chest as you smirked down at him.

“Are you telling me that you daydream about our reunion sex while we’re apart?”

“Obviously. How else am I supposed to survive being away from you?” Iroh retorted, and you grinned. He quickly sat up to yank off his coat and undershirt, then wrapped an arm around your waist and flipped you onto your back, looming over you with his bandaged arm on the side of your head and the other still wrapped around your waist. Before you could say anything, he ducked down to press a searing kiss to your lips.

After enjoying the kiss for a few moments, you pulled away enough to murmur against his lips, “I was trying to check if there are any other wounds I need to heal.”

“And I’m trying to make love to my fiancée,” Iroh responded, diving in for another kiss as you giggled.

The arm beside your head moved to support your neck, a surprisingly comfortable pillow despite his muscles, and the arm beneath you freed itself to gingerly grope your breast, drawing a small sound of content from you. His touch lingered there for a few moments before trailing downward, delving beneath the waistband of your pants and panties.

“Iroh –”

Your sentence was cut short by a gasp as his calloused finger brushed over your clit, and you could hear the smirk in his voice when he asked, “Yes, beautiful?” As he continued to toy with you, it took a great deal of effort to remember what it was you had been trying to say.

“Iroh, we shouldn’t. What if someone hears us?”

“Light of my life, I can’t stand being around you for the first time in a month and not touching you. We’ll try to be quiet, and if we fail… well, at least they’ll know that the General of the United Forces treats his lady very, very well.”

Iroh punctuated the last three words of his sentence with long, purposeful strokes of your clit, and you were already mewling from that alone by the time his thick middle finger delved deep into your soaked core, the gasp that fell from your lips mixing with a sigh of pleasure. He wasn't hesitant with his movements in the slightest – he didn’t need to be. Over a decade had passed since you and Iroh fell into bed together for the first time, and by now, he was an aficionado of pleasing you. He worked you until you were squirming before adding his forefinger, and the sensation drew an uncontrollable, obscene moan from you that he was wise enough to muffle with a hungry kiss.

Between Iroh's intense kisses and his fingers working absolute magic in your quivering pussy, you felt yourself approaching climax quite quickly. The man knew your body well, so long before you managed a shuddered whisper of "Iroh" he knew how close you were. He knew it from the way your walls clenched around his fingers, how your body involuntarily jerked from the sensitivity of his thumb ghosted over your clit, and the vice-like grip you had on his shoulders, your fingernails digging into the exposed skin.

"Beg me for it," Iroh whispered wickedly, as his fingers slowed their pace just before you fell over the edge.

"Iroh," you whined pathetically, and he just smirked.

"Come on, angel. Beg me for it. I want to hear the desperation in that pretty voice of yours as you beg me to let you come."

Out of sheer stubbornness, you ignored Iroh's request for a few moments, hoping he wouldn't stand his ground. But as you ground your hips down against his hand, desperate for him to resume his ministrations, he tutted in disapproval as his fingers slowed to a near-stop.

"I'll stop entirely if you don't do as you're told."

When you still didn't respond, Iroh briefly rubbed your clit with his thumb. The sensation sent a shock through your system, and you knew he meant what he said – you weren't getting what you wanted unless you did as he bade you.

"Please, please let me finish."

"Please what?"

The cocky bastard, you thought. You knew exactly what he was wanting. So, you licked your lips before gazing up at him with lust-filled eyes and told him exactly what he wanted to hear.

"Please, General Iroh, let me come."

Iroh sucked in a breath through his teeth, a borderline primal look in his golden eyes before he murmured, "Good girl." Only then did he resume fucking you with his fingers, his actions filled with even more intention than before, his thumb working small, persistent circles on your clit. Within minutes, you both approached your climax again and toppled over the edge entirely. Just before you did, Iroh's hand astutely moved from cradling your head to clamp over your mouth, muffling your cries of pleasure and moans of his name.

Watching you come undone had Iroh so turned on that it was almost painful, so as soon as you grew quieter, slowly coming down from your high, he withdrew both hands and rolled onto his back to undo his belt – but not without first sucking his fingers clean of your wetness. The sight of that, combined with the dark look in his eyes, forced a groan from your lips, and you followed his lead by hastily removing your now-soaked pants and panties, blouse, and bra. Iroh wasn't far behind, naked in the blink of an eye as he tossed his pants and underwear to the side of the makeshift bed. When you moved to straddle his waist, he grabbed you by the throat and threw you back onto the mattress, pinning you beneath him as one hand supported him while the other maintained its grip on your neck.

The soft moan you let out as he gently squeezed the sides of your throat made him groan in response. "I love you so much. You're always such a good girl for me, always so eager to take me – my mouth, my fingers, my cock. Are you going to do that for me now, princess? Are you going to take my cock as beautifully as you always do?"

That deliciously authoritative tone from earlier was back, although the positively filthy things he was saying were reserved for your ears alone. You nodded earnestly before remembering he'd prefer a verbal response. "Yes, General Iroh."

"That's my girl," he murmured with a grin. He removed his hold on your neck to align himself with your entrance, then rocked his hips toward to sink into you.

Even after all these years, you weren’t fully accustomed to the stretch of his cock, the way he filled you up so perfectly and so much, and you'd never get tired of the absolutely heavenly way he'd sigh as he buried himself deep within your needy cunt. Contrariwise, Iroh would never get tired of the way your mouth fell open and your eyes fluttered shut each and every time he entered you. That mutual, momentary feeling of satisfaction and pleasure was truly beautiful to him. But it was always short-lived, because he immediately craved more, the feeling of your warm, wet heat around him practically driving him mad.

Iroh set a languid, steady pace with his thrusts, mindful of the fact that anyone nearby would know what the two of you were up to if the sound of skin against skin grew too loud. Normally, he enjoyed slamming into you again and again, until you were so cock-drunk that you couldn't say anything besides his name – but he knew how to make a slower pace feel just as good. Iroh maneuvered you so that your calves rested on his shoulders, frequently leaning down to pull you into a haphazard kiss. You could feel the muscles in the backs of your thighs ache from the stretch each time he did so, but the subtle pain actually felt pretty good in the moment.

The feeling of Iroh inside you was pure heaven at every second, but when he shifted the angle of his thrusts just right and began hitting that sweet spot deep within you, you were an absolute mess.

"Spirits, yes, right there! Please don't stop – fuck – don't stop, General Iroh, please."

You had decided at the very last second to include his title once again, as something in the back of your mind told you it'd be a good idea, and goodness had you been right. Iroh practically growled as he grabbed two fistfuls of your hair, right at the base of your scalp, at the same moment that he began thrusting into you harder, deeper, faster – losing the last of his composure. Any cares either of you had about being heard were entirely out the window, and he fucked you into the mattress like his life depended on it. The sensation of your walls quivering and clenching around him was enough to notify Iroh that you were approaching your release, and send him hurtling toward his own finish line as well.

"That's it, my love, come for me," Iroh whispered, then in a deeper, more stern tone he added, "That’s an order."

He had finally taken note of how fond you were of his authoritative voice, but you couldn't bring yourself to complain when that had been all you needed for the coil of tension in your lower belly to snap, sending you into oblivion as your vision clouded with stars and an obscene moan of his name fell from your lips. The way your pussy clenched around him in a dripping wet vice grip as you came was the end of it for Iroh, and he pulled out just in time to finish on your chest and stomach.

By the time you returned to earth from the high you'd reached, Iroh was cleaning you off with the white scarf he typically wore around the collar of his uniform, before tossing it to the side. You didn't even need to question why he chose to use it; you knew he owned roughly a million of those things. Iroh then flopped onto his back before wrapping his muscular arms around you and pulling you close. Only then were you aware of the cold air on your bare skin, so as always, you snuggled up to him, basking in the ever-present warmth that radiated from him.

After pressing numerous kisses to the top of your head, forehead, and temples, Iroh kissed your lips sweetly and let out a content sigh as he pulled the nearby blanket over the two of you.

"I love you."

The pure adoration and genuineness in his tone made your chest tighten, and you smiled.

"I love you, too."

"Do you think anyone heard us?" Iroh questioned, out of sheer curiosity, not lack of caring – he'd been far past that point by the end of your tryst.

"I don't think so."

Unbeknownst to them, several minutes prior and yards away, in the tent Bolin occupied, he had sat upright in his cot, staring at the fire ferret beside him with wide eyes.

"What's going on, Pabu? I hear clapping. Did we capture an Equalist or something?"

Bolin threw the blanket off to get up, but then he heard it: "Iroh!"

"Oh," Bolin said flatly, still wide-eyed, although now it was out of shock, not fear. He quickly covered himself back up and laid down again, muttering to himself, "Not Equalists. Definitely not Equalists…."

[theyanderespecialist]

My Avatar (Scenarios) Fire lord Ozai And Iroh Gender Neutral Avatar Reader(ATLA

[Hello My Sexy Readers, I am here with a new chapter in this it is Avatar the Last Airbender, and with a Gender-neutral Avatar reader. With Fire Lord Ozai X Air Bender Avatar and Uncle Iroh With Earth Bender Avatar, I hope you all enjoy these Scenarios :D I may break it off into two parts I am not sure yet. Please enjoy this chapter!]

(Fire Lord Ozai) (His Airbender)

(Ozai's POV)

They were stunning, their eyes showed so much raw power. I had never seen such raw power. I thought all airbenders were dead then there they were. They looked at me as their hands are bound behind their back. I found their weakness, it was their friends. I had imprisoned them. They had no choice but not to fight me. They were still untrained. Yes, they master two of the three elements. Water and air, but they lacked earth and fire. My son Zuko brought them in.

The cycle had continued on but all the three avatars before them had been executed. Those three compared to them were weak. This Avatar was something so much more. The first new Airbender after they were wiped out. Their parents thought that the two could his this treasure.

"What is your name?" I ask them.

"(Name)." They say not back down.

"You will be forbidden from bending. If you do, I will have your friends executed, you are not to attempt to save them. Is this clear?" I say.

"Yes Fire Lord." They spat out.

"You will call me Ozai," I say and walk up to them pulling them into a kiss they gasped and froze.

I pull away after biting their lip.

"You will be screaming it on our wedding night."

Their eyes went wide as they realized they were to be mine. They will be mine and Mine alone forever.

(Iroh) (His Earthbender)

(Iroh's POV)

I was in the earth kingdom with my nephew Zuko. We left the fire nation about a year ago. I heard a rumor that the Avatar was here. Reborn in the Earth Kingdom. They were to help fight off the fire nation. That is when they walked into my tea shop. They were stunning. They wore water tribe clothing and walked in. I did not know if they were a water tribe or not. That is when a couple of thugs came in.

They threaten me with the money and I was about to put them in their place but then suddenly the person in water tribe clothes used air bending.

"What is the meaning of this?" They ask.

"Wh- How yo-" The two thugs stutter.

They did not say anything and suddenly locked the two thugs with earth bending. They then order their tea and sat down. I smile and drank tea with them it was a slow day after all.

We began to talk and I fell more and more in love. They were perfect and they would help bring peace to the world. I smile. I am going to support them in any way I can and maybe I can woo them over and win their heart. They will be mine.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter done, I hope you All enjoyed and stay sexy!]

[ransprang]

hi hello :) if you're still doing avatar matchups i'd love one please!!

im 21, i have reddish brown hair and green eyes. freckles and a scar on my lip. i love music and art, i could spend entirety with those two. uhh, im bisexual so it can be male/female! my pronouns are she/her and i play cello.

your ATLA match up is....Iroh!!

- Iroh is a very good musician, notably a gifted tsungi horn player. Y’all could jam and create some interesting fusion music

- Iroh is cultured man so he would appreciate art too. You could take him to art galleries and hear his insight

- You guys would have cute tea dates where you talk about music and art~

yours culturally,

admin san

[brightjimini]

Messing with the reporter (1/2)

Request: Hi, I wanted to request an Iroh II x reader one shot or imagine or whatever you feel like writing where they pretend to be dating just to mess with a gossip writer who seems to know everything that's going on in Fire Nation high society. Basically the plot of Shonda Rhimes' Bridgerton series.

General Iroh II x Fem!pro-bending!Firebender reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: pro-bending?, fake relationship 

A/N:  I know not many people will read this fic, but I just love Iroh and think he deserves more attention from the ATLA and LOK fandom.. just look at him. (side note can yall see I have a type? firebenders, dark hair, most of the time mommy and daddy issues.) anyway, my little fireflies tell me what you thought of this.

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Being the daughter of one of the Fire nation’s best advisors was kind of boring. I loved my people but after years of living in the same house and not being allowed to have a job. Because my father thought it was “too dangerous” I was done. I had said goodbye to my best friend Iroh who had just been promoted to the position of a general. Meaning that I would see even less of him. And left to look for something more exciting in Republic city. 

I immediately loved the city. There were so many different cultures and people. You could get any type of food and it was one of the cities with the most advanced technology. 

Right now I was dodging a disk of stone and sent a blast of fire towards one of the two opponents that were still left. See I had joined a pro-bending team. We were great, one of the best. My teammates were: Ila, who was a water bender, and Hisa, who was the earth bender of the team. We were the flying dragons. We have been playing for almost one and a half years. 

Anyway, I quickly sent another blast of fire to the water bender of the opposite team that was balancing on the edge of the platform. She tried to block my attack with a swipe of water but it was not strong enough. She fell off the platform. I did not have much time to focus on the win as another disk of stone was hurled at me. I did not have much time to dive out of the way and it painfully hit my arm. I groaned and focused on the man standing in the second ring. This game would be even. One against one and we both stood in the second ring. 

I raised my fist and he adjusted his footing. I glanced behind him into the audience. There in the seat assigned for people who knew the players sat Iroh. I had a crush on him for years but I was too afraid to say anything about it so I tried to suppress my feelings. Firebending was a way for me to release those emotions. I took a deep breath and sent blasts of fire to the earth bender. 

He immediately tried to dodge them and send a few disks flying my way, but because he was trying to get away he wasn't really aiming them in the right direction. I kept firing and finally, a horn sounded, signaling that he had put his foot over or on the line behind him. If I won now my team would go to the finals and I couldn't help but want to impress Iroh. I had not seen him in a few months, we called sometimes but actually seeing him was different. He supported my pro-bending career but always told me to be careful and not overwork myself. 

I lowered my arms and took a few deep breaths waiting for the next signal for the round to start. I could hear the commentator yell from his seat at my right. I kept my gaze on my opponent, drops of sweat were rolling down my neck. I could feel a few of my muscles aching but I ignored it. I could relax after I won this. Finally, another blare sounded through the stadium and I moved. Blocking the disk with a gust of orange flames. The next one hit me against the side of my thigh. I groaned. I could hear the crowd take a gulp of air. Meaning that I was probably close to section 3 of the platform. Annoyed, I clenched my fists and blasted flames after flames at him. He took a step backward, now he was just a few centimeters away from falling off the platform. Jumping up I swung my leg in the air and sent a giant blast of fire towards him. He tumbled down into the water below.

The crowd went crazy. My chest heaved up and down but I could not stop smiling. My teammates were lifted up on the platform where their clothes were still soaked. We embraced each other jumping up and down from happiness. We were going to the finals.

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After packing our things we were still not allowed to see our family and friends. Friends in my case. We were led to a room full of reporters. The flashes of their cameras hurt my eyes. Each of us sat behind a long table with three microphones on it. Most of the time we were just asked questions outside when we walked to the car to go home. 

The questions were about how we felt about going to the finales and other stuff. They were beginning to sound the same after twenty minutes. I kinda dozed off thinking about what I would do later this night. I would meet up with Iroh, Korra, Mako, Asami, and Bolin. I knew that the kids of Tenzin wanted to be here but his father had refused. 

“Y/N.” 

My head snapped up at the sound of my name. I looked into the crowd of reporters, but could not guess where the voice came from. 

“We have seen that General Iroh II from the fire nation attended the game tonight. Can you share with us why he’s here tonight?” The same voice asked. I tried not to roll my eyes. They did not know much about me only that my family had a bond with the Royal family and was from the fire nation. I tried not to roll my eyes. Iroh had told me recently that a few reporters were trying to gain information from his family. So I needed to be careful with my words, which was kind of difficult for me sometimes.

“He is a friend of mine.” Without replying any further I looked at the side of the little stage we were on. I locked eyes with our coach and she nodded. Recognizing the look in my eyes that said. “I wanna go home.” My eyes were probably pleading because she walked on the stage and ended our interview. With a sigh of relief, I stood up and followed Ila and Hisa off stage. I could hear some journalists still screaming questions, but I ignored them. 

I said goodbye to Ila and Hisa because we all had plans to celebrate with different groups. And we would see each other in a few days to practice for the finals. Finally, I met my friends in one of the hallways to the main entrance. I heard Bolins shouts before I saw one of them. They all congratulated me. I gave each one of them a hug, Iroh was the last one. I wrapped my arms around him. “You were great out there.” He said in my ear. 

My heart swelled, but I just let out a “thank you.” I let go of him and he smiled at me. Korra was already pulling me towards the end of the hall to the exit. “You have to teach me that move you did at the end of the first half. Like damn.. Oh God, I'm starving by the way. Can't imagine how hungry you must be-” Her words went to the back of my head when Iroh started walking next to me. We now stood in the main meeting room, finally, we could go home. But I could already hear the loud voices of reporters behind the door of the entrance. I sighed.

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I was sitting between Iroh and Asami. We all sat at a table that was packed with different dishes. Tenzin’s family, Mako, Bolin, Korra, Bumi, and Kya. Everyone was chatting happily but I could tell that something was bothering Iroh. He had his famous thinking face on. He tried to hide it by replying with short sentences but that did not fool me. 

After everyone had eaten their tummies full the children (with complaints) Bumi, Pema and Tenzin went to bed. The rest of us helped clean the table and went outside to sit around a campfire. Mako told us stories about chasing criminals around the city, Bolin was telling things about his new Naktak episodes that were coming up. 

One by one people went inside to sleep. Leaving just Iroh and me around the campfire. His eyes looked golden in the light of the fire. He had discarded his uniform and had a white shirt with his usual pants on.

“What is wrong?” I asked. His eyes flickered to mine that had been observing him. He sighed and let his head hang between his shoulders. “It- It’s just this reporter. He won’t get off my back.”  I could hear the annoyance in his voice. And that surprised me because most of the time I was the one who got annoyed. 

“How?” 

“He keeps trying to guess and speculate how I live and if I have a wife or something.” My eyes widened. He looked back up at me and I immediately tried to not show my thoughts on my face. I could tell that he was out of options. But I still needed to ask. “Why not shut him up?” He chuckled. 

“No, Y/N I cant hire an assasin.” 

I rolled my eyes but couldn't stop smiling. “No of course not general” I said. Knowing how much he hated that. “Mess with him. Like I don't know get a fake girlfriend or boyfriend-”

Out of nowhere, he sprung up. I almost fell back on the sand. “That is genius! Spirits.” His expression was excited he looked like a little boy again. “But..” his voice trailed off and he sat back down. I did not know what to say. I actually had been joking. Of course, I did not want to see him dating someone.. But if it really made him happy.. 

It was silent again. I stared up at the stars and listened to the ocean waves lapping against the shore. I had not expected what was coming next.

“Would you be my girlfriend?”

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Let me know what you thought about it

[reinerispretty]

welcome home. (iroh ii x f!reader)

You wrote an Iroh ii hc and I loved it, do you think you could write a fic for him? I don’t even know what it would be about but I just feel like there needs to be more Iroh ii content out there. Sfw or Nsfw whatever floats your boat all I know is the man is fine🤩

Honestly, if you made anything with Iroh II, I would be the happiest woman ever. Would please make something with this hunk?

can i request some iroh ii fluff you can do whatever you want with that i just need some iroh ii fluff cause i am in love with him ❤️😻

in conclusion, we are all simps for iroh ii. pls enjoy :D

He pushed the door to their bedroom open with his foot. Luckily for him, she had already dressed herself in her pajamas. He lay her on the bed and pulled the blankets over her. He didn’t tuck her in because he knew she hated it. “It makes me feel restrained,” (Y/N) had huffed, too many years ago.

(Y/N) had a bad habit of falling asleep in odd places. She tried her best to fight it, but sometimes she couldn’t help it! Sometimes she would be writing in the garden and the next thing she knew, she had slept the whole night outside! Or she’d offer to help clean the kitchens and find herself being shaken awake by the chef. Her mother had always said that (Y/N) sleeps so much because her mind is always going a mile a minute, and she supposed that was true. She tried her best to get as many tasks done during the day as possible, leaving her absolutely burnt out by the nighttime. 

Her favorite place in the whole palace to fall asleep was the library. It had plush, expensive armchairs crafted by the best local carpenters. The carpet was soft and inviting and the fireplace roared with an everlasting, warm-but-not-too-hot fire. She would pluck a book off of the shelves, settle into the chair, and within minutes, she’d be snoring. 

This was how Iroh II had found her when he returned from sea. He spent months at a time on his boat. Being General of the United Forces was serious business and took up a lot of his time. But sometimes, he would be allowed a week or two back in his home nation. This time around, the boat had docked at a little past two in the morning. He had expected to find (Y/N) sound asleep in bed, but when he opened the door, she was nowhere to be found. 

He had seen the firelight pouring from the bottom of the library door. Pushing the heavy wood open, he saw a figure sat in one of the armchairs, slumped over and snoring loudly. He saw the diamond ring on his fiancee’s left hand glimmering in the light and had to hold in a chuckle. Carefully, he approached her, taking the book from her lap and setting it down on the table. He slid his arms underneath (Y/N) and lifted her up. She didn’t stir in the slightest. 

As he walked back down the halls of the palace, he tried to think how many times they had been in this exact same position. He and (Y/N) had started dating when they were only teenagers, so it had to be quite a lot. Iroh looked down at her to find her mouth slightly open, soft snores escaping her lips. She looked silly while she slept, but she was still the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. 

He pushed the door to their bedroom open with his foot. Luckily for him, she had already dressed herself in her pajamas. He lay her on the bed and pulled the blankets over her. He didn’t tuck her in because he knew she hated it. “It makes me feel restrained,” (Y/N) had huffed, too many years ago. 

Iroh undressed and turned off the lights, letting out a satisfied groan once he settled into bed beside (Y/N). The beds on the ships felt like rocks in comparison to the beds of the royal palace. He turned and placed an arm around her waist, pulling her body into his chest. She relaxed against him, burying her face into his neck. Iroh fell asleep to the sound of her quiet snores and had the best sleep in months. 

That is, until he woke up to a scream. 

He jumped out of bed, ready to attack whatever assailant had managed to sneak into their room. Once he had blinked the sleep from his eyes he turned to (Y/N), who stared at him in disbelief. “Are you alright?” He asked. 

“Sorry for screaming. I thought you were a stranger.” Iroh rolled his eyes. There was no real danger. His fiancee just didn’t think before she reacted. “You can’t surprise me like that!” 

“I didn’t surprise you, you were asleep when I got here last night!” (Y/N) frowned as he crawled back into bed. “I carried you in here all the way from the library. I think I deserve a reward.” 

(Y/N) smiled. “You do that every time you come home. It’s nothing special.” Still, she leaned in and kissed him. Iroh pulled away for a second so he could look at her: lidded eyes, lashes fluttering against her cheeks, and parted lips. She was beautiful. He pressed their lips together once more before it was her turn to pull away. “I missed you,” She said, and while they were the only two people in the room, she said it as if it were a secret just between the two of them. Iroh couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face if he wanted to. 

“I missed you too,” He said. He pulled her into his lips and laughed as she squealed. “Let me show you how much.” 

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Hurt Enough

☇Pairing: General Iroh x Reader

☇Pronouns: male; he/him

☇Warning: none that i can think of-

☇Description: Iroh was hurt enough, you didn't want him getting even more hurt

☇Note: general iroh💕, mind go brrr. Also i head canon that he has big gay panic energy and immediately crushes on a cute guy if they even look in his direction and are nice- @luckymunchkin i hope you like it!!

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He was back home, good god finally. Its been a rough couple of months, he needed some type of relaxation before running into more chaos.

Especially since he had gotten badly hurt in a fight and he needed time to heal.

Iroh opens the doors to his home, pleasantly surprised when his whole family is there to greet him.

They greet him with warm smiles and bear hugs, it's been so long since he's been home.

He was so happy at that moment, especially after being able to see his grandfather again too.

"Iroh hey bro come here!!" One of his cousins hollered at him

"What's up Miro?"

"I've got a friend that i want you to meet, he's not here though. I guess you'll have to meet him some time else" Miro says, a small pout on the his face but still grinning cheekily afterwards

There his family goes again, trying to set him up with people. He's said not to many times but i guess no harm is done just meeting the guy.

After that Iroh keeps talking with his family, eating food and drinking amazing tea.

Even though his family was a nice sight to see, the girl clinging to his shoulder sure wasn't. As much as he might like some attention here and there, not like this though.

Especially from a girl, lets just say he doesn't swing that way. And he has told her that many, MANY, times.

Ever since they were kids this girl has been clinging on to him like a lost puppy, he didn't mind until he found out it was because she had a crush on him.

She's always around.

Getting off the ship? She's there.

Family reunion? Shes there.

Getting food from the market? She's. There.

You get the point-

It was getting too much but Iroh didn't have the heart to tell her that, so he let stick on to him even if it got annoying.

Iroh talks with his family, one of his cousins noticing the tension in his shoulders and his uncomfortable stare towards the woman on his right.

His cousin runs up to him and pats him on the shoulder, engaging a conversation with him and the lady at his right. His cousin gives the girl a wink, and he takes the opportunity to run off without her being around.

He runs around the palace, just like he used to when he was a kid. Even though he was still healing he payed no mind to it, he just wanted to have some fun. He was having the time of life until he bumps into a firm chest.

Before he could fall to the ground, arms wrap around his waist. So instead of falling, he was now pressed up against a stranger.

Looking up he's about to lecture whoever it is on being more careful around the palace, even if he was the one carelessly running around.

But when he meets your eyes suddenly every word he had rehearsed in those three seconds were gone

Oh wow-

Now that's a stunning man.

He saw your mouth was moving but he definitely wasn't listening to what you were saying.

'Wow im so gay' that's all he had in his head right in that moment.

"Hey hun you okay? Sorry if i frightened you" you said with a smile

Oh woah that smile, might as well take his heart and go at this point.

Your warm hands that trailed to his shoulders slightly shake him, trying to get out a word from him.

He finally lets out a few words, "oH uh yeah im okay!!"

He runs out of your hands, giving you a small awkward thumbs up and runs away.

You only sit there, arms still open from holding him in your arms. But you try to brush it off and keep walking around the palace, looking for your friend.

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You finally find your friend and you start chatting.

Meanwhile Iroh is stuck with the girl once again and his cousins are making his ears ring at this point.

It stays like that until Miro comes up to him again, a guy he recognized all to well right on his tail too.

Oh no its the cute guy he bumped into-

Not to mention, the cute guy who called him hun and had the cutest smile.

"Miro hI"

"Hey! So this is the guy I was talking about. His names (Y/N), he's royalty from the southern water tribe~" Miro wiggles his brows with a big grin seeing you guys stare at each other.

"Its you again! Are you doing okay, you ran off" the frown on your face makes him regret his decision of running but he was paniCKING. He didn't know what to do.

"H-hi, sorry I had something important to do. But im okay!" Even though he stuttered a little he tried to maintain his cool.

"Im glad you're okay, I wouldn't want you getting hurt"

Hearing your words his face is now beet red and Miro laughs at your interactions.

The girl scoffs at you and gives you a harsh glare, Iroh had completely forgotten about her-

"Its nice to meet you miss" even though she was still glaring at her you still greet her nicely, but you do have some attitude in your voice while saying it.

You're nice, but not THAT nice.

You engage conversation with Iroh, flirting and teasing him here and there since you liked his reactions and found him quite cute. Not to mention, seeing the girl right beside him so annoyed by you was funny.

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Your hand comes in contact with door, it makes a soft creaking sound when you open it and when you closed it too.

A soft smile is on your face seeing as you had quite a good time with Iroh and his family.

Its been a two months since you've been here. Your visit extended more then you thought it would, Iroh whining at you to stay more and more time.

And who were you to resist him huh.

"Hey you!" A voice yells

You look behind you and its the girl that was acting like a clingy puppy towards Iroh.

You groan, god she's annoying. Iroh had warned you about her and you were hoping she wouldn't talk to you, but no.

"Listen here pretty boy, im going to need you to stop talking to Iroh" she says, her annoying high pitched voice rung in your ears and you grimaced.

"Why would I do that? Also you're not the boss of him"

"Because he's mine and you're hogging up all his attention from me"

...is this girl stupid

"Sorry sweetie i hate to break it to you but he doesn't like you that way, also ill do what I want"

"Go back to your tribe or else"

"Or else what"

"Or else he gets hurt."

Shes bluffing right?

No, as much as shes annoying and you hate her guts shes a trained professional. And seeing as Iroh was not fully healed just yet, you worried even more for him.

You didn't know Iroh for too long, but that doesn't mean you wanted him hurt. You cared about him quite a lot, you've even developed a crush on him.

As much as you'd hate to leave him the sight of her many weapons in her hands made your breath hitch.

You run off, she already knew what your answer is.

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You sat staring hard at your bags, filled to the brim. You're room looking as empty as ever.

You really didn't want to leave, but you didn't want him getting even more hurt then he already is.

Irohs pleads aren't helping either.

"(Y/N) why are you leaving?? Please, stay some more! Can't you go back in a month or two?"

The frown on Irohs face makes you almost want to stay, but you can't. It would be too dangerous.

"Im sorry Iroh, i have to leave. My tribe needs me"

That was a lie, they were perfectly fine and they had heard about Iroh. They loved him and they didn't mind you staying over there with him.

"That's not true, your own father sent me a message saying that they'd love to meet me but in the meantime you can just stay here"

"It's uhm...urgent. Just happened-"

Iroh turns you around, your bags falling to the floor and he grabs your hands.

He interlocks his fingers with yours, "whats wrong?"

You sigh out, trying to play out all incidents that could occur if you told him what's wrong.

He notices how nervous you are and softly grabs your face instead, bumping foreheads, you can feel his warm breath and he can feel yours.

"Remember that girl that clings on to you?" you kept your voice hushed, just in case

He stays silent for a second, "yeah"

"She threatened me"

"SHE DID WHAT" he yells, running straight to the door.

"Iroh wait!"

Hearing your voice he skids to a stop but its clear that he's mad.

"She said if I didn't leave she'd hurt you and you're hurt enough"

"I don't care, I love you and I want you here with me. Ill make sure to have her punished for her threats"

I..love you?

Did he really just say that, oh my god.

Iroh sees the gleam in your eyes and he doesn't understand why until his words hit him.

"Oh- uhm, i mean- im so sorry for saying that so suddenly!" He quickly tries to run away, face red and ready to explode at any minute.

You quickly grab his wrist, pulling him towards you and securely wrapping your arms around him.

"I love you too" you breathe out, lips so close to Irohs he almost had a heart attack right then and there.

You smile and place your hand on his cheek just like he had done to you.

Without even thinking he grabs onto your arm and leans into you, successfully locking his lips with yours.

He lets out a soft sigh into the kiss and tries to deepen it even more, next thing you know when you pull apart you're on your bed with him on top of you.

"Does this mean you'll stay"

He grins down at you when he hears your laugh.

"Fine, ill stay"

He smiles again and quickly grabs your collar, effectively dragging you into another kiss.

[1815 words; aug/16/2020]