Contains: zuko x wife!reader, smut, p in v sex, missionary, mating press, he's down bad but also kinda dom so switch!zuko?, belly bulge, dirty talk, overstimulation in general, praise, breeding, lil dabble
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He was overstimulated and his skin was burning yet he would rather drag a dagger into his chest than stop moving his hips. Because at the end of the day, how dare he? How dare he leave his wife all alone for the first time since they got married for days to go to neighbouring nations on boring political councils?
You had your legs wrapped around his waist locking him in place. Putting all your might into only letting him move out if he was going to give you his long achingly deep thrusts in return. He had cum twice already, didn't take long considering the fact that at this point he has been trained to only cum when you were present. He was dizzy at this point, squeezing his eyes shut as he held onto your hips and not only fucked into you but lifted you up slightly to fuck you onto him. The raise gave the perfect angle for his tip to kiss your cervix and make you gasp with every thrust like you're experiencing it for the first time.
The huge fireplace in your bed chambers crackled and somehow it looked cold compared to the burning sensation of your impending fourth orgasm. You whined and arched your back. Zuko felt your lower back curl in his hands, making him move one to slide it from your hip, pass over your stomach and sternum and cup your jaw. He was gentle but steadfast in his grip as he moved your thrown back head to face him.
"I'll never do it" he said out of breath looking into your eyes. You clenched around him making both of you moan. "Fuck" he groaned, "I'll never go far from you, I'll never go where I can't reach and touch this body". His words made you whine. He make his thrusts somehow rougher, deeper, harder. "Don't ever wanna leave this pussy" he said looking at his cock stuffing you full. With soft whimpers and tears prickling on your lash line you shook your head. "Never, never letting you go," his heart(and cock) thumped at your honey voice. "Want me to stay here? And pleasure you, my wife?" he asked teasingly as if he wasn't just as much of a mess. "Always wanna be full of you, all of you" you said, nodding.
He moved, rough and quick. Throwing your legs over each of his shoulders, making you feel his biceps press on the underside of your thighs. And he bent over. Oh shit.
The new angle made his cock, not kiss your cervix, but start bruising it. You felt impossibly full and content. Screaming out your husband's name without shame. His head leaned down kissing you deeply drinking in your loud moans and returning to you his down deep groans with the occasional breathy whine.
One of his hands stayed angeling your legs so they don't slip off his shoulders. The other stayed on your jaw tilting your face to deepen the kiss and shoving his tongue in your mouth.
His thrust weren't robotic- just in out, in out. He used his abdominal muscles to curve his hips into you. He not only thrusted in but also up. The drag and the sensitivity made you both whine helplessly like you weren't the ones doing this to each other.
"So deep...fuck, you're- oh fuck, so deep" you whispered between whines. He nodded running his hands across you, from your face to your hips, enjoying the feeling of your body twitching from pleasure. His hand stopped before it could reach your hips though. Stopped on your stomach. Right below your belly button. He squeezed his eyes shut. "Oh my fucking god" he whispered, genuinely trying to compose himself. You were too lost in your pleasure to hear him but you felt it. You felt his palm press down slowly, letting him feel how his cock was hammering into you even better. You let out a gasp, followed by a whimper at the feeling of the bulge that formed everytime your husband bottomed out into you. "I told you it's-" you couldn't finish your sentence.
"Wanna have this all the time" he said. Was your husband not making sense anymore? "Wanna fill you up so nicely" Oh. Oh. "Even when my cock isn't inside this perfect pussy I want it to have my cum deep inside" he kept talking while still thrusting, mouth inches from your face, you felt the honesty in his hot breath.
"Wouldn't you want that, baby? Want me to get you nice n' full?" You could only moan and helplessly lay your palms on the muscles that formed his v line that tensed with every thrust. But you nodded. Nodded and looked him in the eyes. That's all he needed to cum again.
He slammed into you, cumming as deep inside as he could, making you feel every wave of his orgasms. He continued in quick shallow thrusts, filling you up.
But not before dipping his fingers in his mouth. Getting his middle and ring finger wet and then tilting them towards your mouth. You opened your mouth feeling the wet digits slip inside, welcoming the needed distraction. After a how bobs of your head he pulled them out and dragged them down your body. Leaving a wet trail between your breasts and down you body while looking directly into you eyes, watching them follow his wet fingers. They reached down to gently rub your clit while his orgasm was still going, cum still spilling inside you.
You immediately clenched and arched from his actions. Letting out stuttering moans, your toes curled, "Close..I'm clo- fuck I'm gonna cum" you said hurriedly almost out of breath. Borderline panicking at how fast your orgasm approached. "I want nothing more from this life than to watch you cum around my cock, my love." Those words were your demise. With shaking thighs and twitchy hands you screamed, your back arching off the bed as your climax hit you with no mercy.
"That's my girl, fuck, that's it" he said stroking your thighs as you calmed down.
sigh… since no one else is doing it . I will. Beware holy mischaracterised
SUB ZUKO HEADCANNONS (based on new movie clips , no spoilers n shi tho dw)
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- Idc he’s a sub in my eyes, you both dabbled in it at first till he was okay with you taking the lead, listen work can be stressful and who is he to say no to being taken care of?
- Fav kinks: Wax play , temperature play, yes this be stereotyping cause he’s fire leave me alone. I do think he dabbles in overstimulation and humiliation w a side of praise,
- “Such a good slut for me aren’t you…” Zuko lets out a noise in between a groan and a whisper. “Yes, all for you- ahh fuck” You grip his cock tightly with an air of entitlement around you making it hard for him to argue back, “Who do you belong to Zuko?”
He turns away flushing a bright red, “You.” He murmured quietly before grunting as you squeezed his cock tighter, basically cutting off blood flow, “I’m sorry who?”
“You, Love.” Zuko takes a breath of relief as you slowly release your harsh grip and stroke him again, making him practically push himself in your hands. “You are mine, good boy. And you are never forgetting that.”
- Will eat you out. even if he tops, he likes seeing you squirm in satisfaction , lets him know he’s doing something right , any form of worshipping you is a joy he’s an expert in.
- If he’s overtimed I like to think he would shed a few angry tears, begging you to stop but doesn’t use his safe word. Just grunting, whining and struggling around in the bed while you make him come for the 3rd to 5th time.
- he has a high sex drive that is driven by sheer love to you I ZONR CAREEE , he can be ready to pass out and still offer to fuck you into ya’lls mattress like deadahh, your pleasure is his pleasure,
- Aftercare is having to beg this man to let you clean him and yourself up and grab you things to eat. He’s way too tired to properly argue but he definetly tries struggling up to his feet on wobbling legs as he grabs a cloth to wipe you down clean. Eventually it’s a shared activity
- Ya’ll have a mirror on top of your chambers bed. 😃 .. He was humiliated asking for it , but this was a punishment for being too self depreciating. Now he’s forced to watch you ruin him from a whole different angle
- Hates sensory deprivation , he can handle being tied up, prefers not to be. But he hates not seeing you, or else it feels like you just left him high or dry :( be nice let him look at you.
↬ one bed trope, reader & zuko are adults (i am not writing no minors), fake dating for like one second, suggestive language, mild swearing, awkward cannon zuko, submissive zuko, typos but pretend you didn’t see them
↬ word count: 6k
↬ summary: you are hired as fire lord zuko’s personal bodyguard. being the stubborn man he is, he doubts that you can protect him. you’re going to prove him wrong.
↬ a/n: i was upset i couldn’t find any sub!zuko fics so i said screw it and wrote one myself.
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Destiny is a funny thing. And, of course, Fire Lord Zuko knows all about it. After firmly believing for so long that his destiny was to kill the Avatar, the world threw him a curve ball and he ended up joining the Avatar’s team to defeat his own father.
So when his palace staff appoints you, an experienced assassin, as his personal bodyguard, he rolls his eyes at your stupid destiny that just so happened to intertwine with his.
When he became the Fire Lord, Azula almost immediately tried to get rid of him so that she could steal the throne by hiring you to kill him. Of course, she would have done it herself if she weren’t thrown into an asylum after their Agni Kai. However, after one of his staff overheard the conversation between you and his sister, they offered you twice as much payment as Azula did, and you couldn’t refuse the offer. Besides, what was Azula going to do? At this point she had already been taken away.
Although it seems shallow and a low blow to betray Azula because of money, you had to do what you had to do to get by. Growing up an orphan on the streets wasn’t always so good on you financially. You discovered you had a talent for stealing things for money, and even though you weren’t proud of it, it was the only way to survive. After running into some gang members who had heard about your talent, you began to work for them. Eventually you went from stealing for money to killing for it. Although it was not the life you wanted, it was the life you lived.
So how did you end up coming to the royal palace as Zuko’s personal bodyguard with questionable work experience and blood on your hands? Simply put, you were skilled. As one of the few fire benders known to use lighting, you were pretty good at it. Being able to both generate and redirect it impressed those around you, and word went around with some saying you were even better at it than Azula.
•••
“A bodyguard? I’m not a child; I don’t need protection.” Zuko rolled his eyes, his voice echoing through the large meeting room.
“Nobody said you were a child,” his advisor clarified, his voice filled with anxiety. Zuko always had a short temper.
“I can protect myself just fine. Besides, what will people think if they see the new Fire Lord with a body guard stuck to my side all the time? They’ll think I can’t handle myself.” Zuko was offended that his staff thought he needed a personal bodyguard to be near him 24/7. Sure, he was young, but he is capable. He rolled back his shoulders in an attempt to calm himself as he tried to explain his thought process. He has never been good with words, and he was already losing his patience.
“No, the people will know that you are taking your job seriously. And besides, we found an excellent fire bender that is able to both generate and redirect lighting! She’s excellent, and—”
“You already hired one without asking me first?!” Zuko cut off his advisor abruptly, his loud and stern voice rising along with the wall of fire in the room. He was already fired up and upset at the thought of having a personal guard, but the fact that his staff had already hired one without telling him first set him off.
“Please, think about this.” his advisor’s calm and collected voice soothed his rising anger a bit. “As your staff, we are dedicated to protecting you and making sure you are safe at all times. The girl is a strong and smart bender and might even be able to teach you some things. Please, give her a chance and reconsider.” his advisor lowered his head in obedience and hoped for an answer.
After a moment of silence, with the only sound being the low flames in the room, Zuko took a deep breath and spoke. “Fine, but let me test her first. If I am able to knock her down, she leaves and you’re not allowed to hire a new one.”
•••
“He wants to fight me? Zuko?” you let out a fake laugh filled with arrogance as you stared down at his advisor.
“Fire Lord Zuko,” he corrected you. “And well, yes. He is against the idea of having a personal bodyguard and the only way he will accept it is if you are able to fight him and not be knocked down.” the man explained, gesturing to the training courtyard outside the hallway window in the palace.
You followed his eyes and focused in on the former prince in the courtyard, eyeing his grown out hair. While you understood that Zuko wanted to make sure you were as good as his advisor said you were, you found it ridiculous. As far as you knew, he was constantly being bested by his younger sister. Although you weren’t as good a bender as his sister, you knew for sure you were better than him.
“Alright,” you shrugged as you began to make your way to the courtyard, his advisor following your steps. “Whatever makes him feel better. Wanna bet I can knock him down in sixty seconds?” a smirk grew on your face. You were not cocky in your ability, but confident. If you were being honest, you could probably knock him down in thirty seconds.
“I’m sure you can, but I’m not betting with you on whether or not you can knock the Fire Lord down in a minute. That’s inappropriate!” his advisor shushed you.
•••
Although you had seen the man from afar, you never realized how short Zuko was. You were almost taller than him (not that it mattered, it just made you feel superior when you were taller than men).
“Your royal majesty,” you sarcastically greeted, your deep and exaggerated bow earned you a scowl from the Fire Lord. You were unsure of why you had chosen your first words to Zuko to be sarcastic and cocky, but you knew you wanted to show that you were a capable bender and not some little girl who knew how to throw a fireball.
“Your bending better not be as horrible as your attitude,” he stared into your eyes, unamused at what you thought would be taken as a joke. “Let’s get this over with. Try and knock me down, if you can, and I’ll reconsider having you protect me.” you might have imagined it, but it seemed like Zuko didn’t believe you could beat him. You smirked, excited to prove to the royal that he was wrong and you are in fact the better bender.
“Aw, you think I can’t knock you down. That’s cute.” you winked, distancing yourself from him and taking a fighting stance, readying yourself. “Well your majesty, I’m ready when you are. Take the first move too, I’ll let you have that.”
Zuko clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Only because I want to get this over with,” he widened his feet and took a stance, his arm coming down to shoot fire at the ground, coming towards your feet.
As he shot his first move, you took a deep breath, rolling your eyes to show him what you thought of his predictable and easy to avoid move. Avoiding it simply, you punched the air, sending red flames towards him. But what he didn’t know was what you were going to do next. Distracted by your punch of fire, you quickly generated lighting through your fingertips, taking a deep breath before you aggressively pointed your hand towards where he was standing, making sure to miss him on purpose. As quickly as you sent the first shot of fire, Zuko saw a large lighting strike heading his way. Too slow to react and try to redirect it, your strike burned the spot on the ground next to him, the blackened spot on the ground inches from where he stood.
“How,” he started in disbelief. “How did you generate lighting so fast?” his eyes widened as he looked at you. Still in shock from how quickly you created lighting and nearly killed him, you moved quickly, running towards him and jumping in the air and sending multiple strikes of fire at him through your hands. Still focused on how you created lighting through your fingertips with such speed, he held his arms up to block you. His attempt was sloppy and weak, and you knocked him down to the ground and stood over him.
Zuko grunted, sitting up quickly and looking through the bright rays of sun blocking his view of you. “No way,” his hand came up to shield his eyes from the sun rays.
“How long did that take me? Definitely less than a minute, right, Mr. Advisor?” you hollered over at the staff who was standing off to the side. You crossed your arms and stared down at the royal man below you.
“You lasted less than a minute in this fight and I barely tried. Hopefully you’re not like that in the bedroom, Fire Lord Zuko.” you smiled down at him crookedly, a laugh escaping your lips as you started to walk off. “I’ll see you when I officially begin tomorrow, sir.” you bowed once again exaggeratedly. You couldn’t help but beam, you already knew you were going to win, but you didn’t expect to feel this good. Zuko was a handsome and talented fire bender, so something about beating him at something he is good at made you smile.
•••
It has been three years since you began to work for Zuko and he has learned three things in those three years.
One. You never refer to him using his title as you should be doing because you apparently hate all “royal blooded bitches” as you say. But if Zuko was being honest with himself, he was pretty sure it was just because you simply didn’t want to. The staff around you always shot you looks when you yelled out his first name to grab his attention, but you never cared. He admired that about you. You didn’t care what other people thought of you, something Zuko himself always struggled with.
Two. You were an absolute thug. What did he expect? You’re an orphan with a criminal background and a couple bodies on your list of people you’ve killed. Past Zuko would’ve thought you were some low life peasant, but that’s not what he thought of you at all. With a questionable past himself, he knew not to judge you for your past actions and choices. After all, some of his own past choices were questionable.
Three. You wear your heart on your sleeve and have a massive crush on him. So naturally, you make it known. As someone who doesn’t have a lot of relationship experience, or experience with women in general, Zuko never knew how to respond to anything you ever said to him that was even the tiniest bit flirtatious. After the breakup with his ex Mai, he had told himself to focus on his people and to stay out of relationships. When you first made it known to him that you fancied him, he thought you were joking.
“So, Zuko,” you had begun while escorting him to a meeting. “People are asking if you’re courting anyone. You’ll need a Queen soon.”
“I’m not interested in that right now,” he sternly told you. “And besides, nobody’s interested in me at the moment.”
“Well, that’s where you’re wrong. I am.”
Zuko shook his head, pushing away the past conversation that confused him because did you actually like him and were you just casually confessing your feelings out of nowhere? Or did you only say all that because you pitied him?
She flirts with every guy here, he told himself (not true, but telling himself that helped convince him that you did not in fact like him even though you did and expressed that on multiple occasions). There was just no way you could ever like someone like him. He was easily upset, always busy with his royal duties, and only had one eyebrow. Literally. The scar his father gave him convinced him that he wasn’t handsome or in any way attractive. Who would ever want to love someone with a scarred face?
“Zuko,” you barged into his quarters, shutting the door behind you as you interrupted his inner thoughts. “Are you ready?” you stood there, feet firmly planted on the ground like you didn’t intend on going anywhere.
“Do you not know how to knock?” he stood and looked at you, gesturing to his small luggage sitting on his bed. “I’m ready.”
The two of you were going on a secret mission (actually it was just him and technically you were just coming along to protect him) to spy on an unknown enemy of Zuko’s, most likely someone who did not want him on the throne. He had wanted to do it himself, saying that he needed to get a good look at the person who wanted to dethrone him.
“Just because I’m your bodyguard, that doesn’t mean I’m also your servant,” you eyed his belongings. “Carry your own shit.”
•••
You and Zuko quietly arrived near the location in a close forest of the unknown person who was apparently planning to rebel and dethrone Zuko. Tightening your hood, you created a small flame in your hand and searched around for any sign of danger. It was midnight and the two of you were planning to camp here for the night before resuming the mission in the morning to search for the unknown person.
“Stay close to me,” you instructed in a whisper.
“I know that.”
“Then come closer to me, idiot.” you aggressively grabbed onto his sleeve, yanking him closer to you as you quietly stepped around the area of trees.
“Ow, can you please be gentle?!” he complained, attempting to pull away from your gorilla grip but failing.
“Zuko, shut the fuck up.” you warned.
“I don’t take orders from you.”
“One more word and I’ll burn the shit out of you.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Oh yeah? Then—” in the middle of your banter with the Fire Lord, you saw a flame heading towards the two of you. Reacting quickly, you pushed Zuko behind your back and pushed away the flame with your hands before throwing a punch and firebending towards the threat.
“Who’s there? One step and I’ll burn you,” you threatened, eyes frantically searching the dark for a sign of life.
You felt Zuko behind you, chest pressed up against your back and heart rapidly beating against your body. He was nervous and scared and if you didn’t feel his panicked heartbeat, you wouldn’t know. You had to get out of there.
“Relax little girl, I only want what’s in that satchel.” you heard a gruff voice that came from a few feet in front of you. Zuko gripped the satchel around his body, debating if he wanted to just give it up to the intruder or help you fight him.
“You want it? Come and get it,” Zuko taunted, standing in front of you and kicking a flame towards the mysterious man.
“Zuko!” you warned. “Get behind me!”
“You might be my bodyguard, but I don’t always need your protection.” He spoke with determination in his voice as he stood firmly, his hands in the air and ready to firebend at any second.
“Your bodyguard is a woman?” the mysterious man cackled, jumping out of the dark and attacking Zuko with fire.
“Yeah, and what about it?” he shot back, easily defending himself against the wannabe thief. You stepped back, wanting to see how Zuko would protect himself. They began to fight close up, engaging in hand to hand combat, which you knew Zuko was good at. You had seen him at times training and were impressed. He easily overpowers the man, knocking him out with a swift kick and turns back to you, the unconscious man laying on the ground.
“If that were me, I would’ve beat you.” you commented.
“I know,” he responded, searching the man for any weapons. After patting him down, he takes a knife from the man’s pockets.
“That was hot,” you said, winking at him in the dark and hoping he’d see it. You grabbed the knife from him and started walking.
Apparently he didn’t see the wink. Wonder why. “Well yeah, fire is hot.” Zuko responded.
You did a mental facepalm. “I know fire is hot, you dumbass. I was talking about you being able to defend yourself. That was hot.” you repeated. How many times would you have to hit on this guy for him to understand you liked him?
“Oh…” he trailed off, unable to form his confusion into words. Why would you find that hot?
You sensed he didn’t know what to say, so you spoke first. “Let’s go to a nearby village and hope that we can find a place to stay there. It’s too dangerous to be out in the woods.
•••
Luckily the two of you wandered into a village not too far from the forest, and were able to find an elderly couple kind enough to house the two of you for the night.
“It’s so late, a young couple like the two of you shouldn’t be out and about at this hour.” the woman lectured after seeing the two of you walking down the street and hurrying you in her home.
Zuko wanted to correct the woman. “We’re not a cou—”
“Thank you for your kind hospitality. We really appreciate it. We were a little lost on our way and are traveling.” you cut him off abruptly and offered a kind smile to the lady. You grabbed his arm, squeezing it aggressively as a warning to shut up.
After showing you to their guest room, Zuko lit the only candle in the room, the low lighting barely bouncing off his porcelain skin.
“Why did you let her think that we’re a couple?” Zuko questioned, shutting the door behind him.
“Are you stupid? It’ll be suspicious if we tell her we’re just two people traveling together. It’s easier to just pretend we’re a couple so no one questions us.” you explained, but secretly you were happy the lady called you guys a couple.
You set your bag down by the door, taking in the small bedroom. There was an open window across from the door, the bright moonlight shining into the room. Other than a dresser and a chair, a small mat that was big enough to fit two people laid in the center of the room. Eyeing the singular mattress, the silence turned into an awkward moment of hesitation between the two of you. While Zuko probably felt awkward, you were happy. The thought of snuggling up to him claiming you’re cold as an excuse to be close to him crossed your mind. You were secretly excited.
“So I guess we have no choice but to sleep next to each other,” you started, trying to hide how happy you were feeling.
“What? I’m not going to sleep next to you!” he complained.
“Then where are you sleeping?” you questioned, gesturing to the singular mat. “There’s only one.”
“I’m sleeping on that mat. You can sleep on the chair.” he motioned to the uncomfortable looking chair in the corner.
“What?” there was no way you were going to let him take the mat for himself. “But I’m the woman! You should let me have it.”
He was already pulling out his sleeping bag. “You’re my bodyguard, so sleep on the chair and protect me. A man needs his beauty sleep.”
“Beauty sleep my ass,” you were beginning to grow tired and cranky and laid on the mat next to him. “It’ll be easier to protect you if I’m physically closer to you, don’t you think?”
Zuko’s eyes widened, his eyebrow furrowing in annoyance. “Whatever. Just don’t touch me.” he sighed in defeat, turning his back against you and pulling his blanket up and laying on his side his scar is on.
Your eyes trace the lines of his back muscles that are showing through his thinly made shirt. His shoulders are broad, hair covering his nape. Combing his hair behind him, you get a whiff of his shampoo. You can’t help but stare, even though he isn’t facing you. And suddenly you feel nervous. Too nervous to say anything, too nervous to do anything, too nervous to even breathe. The room is filled with silence, the only faint noise being the single candle in the corner of the room burning. What if you’re breathing too loudly? What if he can hear it? What if he thinks you’re a loud breather?
“No weird pickup line?” Zuko’s voice suddenly breaks the silence and your inner thoughts, his voice soft and low in a careful attempt to not wake the elderly couple.
Has his voice always been laced with such sultry and sexiness? Why was he suddenly making conversation? You thought he wanted to sleep, so why is he asking why you’re not flirting with him? Does he know you’re nervous?
“I thought you wanted to sleep,” a lame excuse, but some part of it was true.
Zuko’s body shifts and he turns on to his other side to face you, laying on his arm as his golden eyes search for yours in the dark. When he finally looks at you, you unintentionally hold your breath. The way he is looking at you makes you nervous. His eyes are staring into yours as if he’s all yours and you’re all his. As if you two are lovers and are sharing an intimate moment of eye contact before a kiss.
“The mattress is a little uncomfortable.” he whispers, his voice small and soft.
Was he already laying this close to you?
A beat of silence passes between the two of you, and his eyes refuse to break contact with yours. “What a spoiled royal,” was the only thing you said, you were feeling a little awkward and unsure of what to say. Normally you felt confident flirting with him, but something about tonight made it feel different.
“Of course you’d say that,” he lets out a small chuckle at your comment, his eyes moving down your body as if he is checking you out.
“You smell nice.” you say after a beat. You don’t know what came over you. Only that you thought it and wanted to say it.
“You’ve always been so straightforward,” he says and you’re not sure if he means that as an insult or compliment. “I admire that about you.”
Zuko admires you? You always thought he didn’t think much of you, but maybe you just thought that way because he never actually voiced his opinion of you.
“These last three years have been different,” he continued. “Good different. Ever since I took the throne I’ve been busy with my duties and haven’t had much time to relax. But spending time with you and getting to know you has been really… great.” Zuko has always been a little awkward, understandable since he often does not speak about his feelings.
“That’s it?” you laugh at his awkwardness. “Just great?”
“I think you’re amazing. Getting to know you has been so fun for me. And I’m starting to feel really comfortable around you. You make me feel safe.”
You make Zuko feel safe? Your heart swells at that compliment. “Well, I would hope so. I’m supposed to keep you safe, too.” you joke, and his eyes light up as he smiles. Or maybe it’s just the candle.
“I’m sorry I doubted your ability to protect me. You are a talented bender and an amazing bodyguard. But I want you to know, I will always be there to protect you, too.” he whispers, voice sweet like honey as he leans closer to you, his eyes moving down to your lips for just a moment before meeting your eyes again.
Zuko is even closer to you now, his face lit up by the moonlight. His tongue peeks out and he licks his bottom lip for a second, wandering eyes flickering down to your lips once again.
“You look beautiful in this light,” you comment, your eyes scanning his features.
“Are you saying I don’t look beautiful in any other light?” he asks, a teasing smile plastered on his face.
“Yeah, you only look this good when it’s almost completely dark and the only source of light is the moon.” he laughs at your response, a low chuckle escaping his lips.
“Can you see my scar?” he asks, insecurity in his voice.
“Yes, and it looks good. Scars build character.” As someone who’s received scars from living out on the streets and constantly getting into fights to rob people, you have a couple scars yourself. Although they may be an imperfection on the skin, all your scars tell a story and are unique to you.
Zuko wonders if you knew that he was feeling insecure about it. He has always been insecure about it since it’s a reminder of what his father did to him, and it’s never helped that he hears people always whispering about it in the palace.
“Do you have any scars?” he asks, unsure if the question is crossing a boundary.
“A couple.”
“Can I… Can I see them?” he anxiously asks you, his voice softer and more submissive. He is afraid you’re going to say no and afraid if you do that it will be awkward.
“Do you just want to see me naked, Zuko? You could’ve just asked.” you tease.
His eyes practically jump out of their sockets. His face flushes and his embarrassment travels down to his neck, red and and feeling even more awkward and nervous than before.
“W-What? That’s not what I meant! I was just—I didn’t mean for it to come off like that! I was only asking that because I’m insecure about my scar and—” Zuko keeps speaking, faster than before and more panicked. You chuckle, amused by how he tries to back himself up. He continues to rant and stutter a bit before you hold up your hand to shush him.
“You know, Zuko, for someone who doesn’t say much, you’re saying an awful lot right now. And you’re not even saying much. You're just rambling on and on.” you lecture, raising an eyebrow to prove your point.
“I’m just a little nervous,” he confesses.
“Why’s that?”
“Because. I can't tell if you’re joking with me when you say the stuff you say.”
“What do I say?”
“You know.”
“No, I don’t. What kind of stuff do I say to you?”
He sighs in frustration. He doesn’t want to say it. “Like, like when you called me hot… earlier.”
“You thought I was talking about the fire.”
“Yes, and then you said that you weren’t.” he says all confused; all you’re doing is trying to get him to stop beating around the bush and be straightforward, but it’s too nerve wracking for him.
“Because I wasn’t.”
“Right,”
“Right.” you agree.
“So, then you said—you said you were talking about me.”
“I did say that.”
“Yeah…” he trails off, unable to form a sentence.
“What’s your point? What are you trying to get at?” you’re teasing him. You know exactly what he wants to ask. You know he wants to ask if you have feelings for him, but he’s too afraid you’ll say no and he’s afraid to make it awkward.
Cute.
“I guess what I’m trying to ask is… if you, maybe, perhaps, possibly…”
“Like you?” you finish his question for him. Because if you don’t, he’ll take all night.
He stops himself from saying anything, face full of uncertainty and confusion. He stares at you, waiting—hoping that you will speak first. You have always led the conversations between the two of you, so now that he has to do it, he is lost and looking for help.
“What do you think?” you ask, turning the question on to him. You want to see what he will say.
“I…” Zuko trails off once more. “I would hope so.” His voice is hushed, low and subtle. If you weren’t listening so closely and weren’t so close to him physically, you wouldn’t have heard him. Through his whispering, he sounds hopeful, almost as if he is asking—begging you to feel something for him.
“You would hope so?” you repeat and he nods in response. “And why is that?”
“Because… I think I would feel upset if you didn’t like me.” he confesses, taking a deep breath. He looks as if he is trying to control his breathing. Is he nervous? Turned on? Or does he just have trouble breathing?
You smirk. “Why would you feel upset, Zuko?”
A faint pout forms on his pretty lips. His eyes droop and he looks like he is about to complain. “Are you really going to make me say it?”
You nod.
“I would feel upset because I like you. I like you more than just my bodyguard. I like you more than just a friend. I like you more than just a talented bender who can take my life with a single lightning bolt. I like you more than you can even imagine.” Zuko finally confesses, releasing a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in.
“You like me? More than you like your honor?” you joke; you don’t want him feeling so tense around you.
“Yes. A lot more.”
“Good,” is your only response before you lean in. His lips are warm and soft and inviting. You feel your loud heartbeat through your ears and it feels as if the entire world has paused just for the two of you to kiss.
To him, your kiss is intoxicating yet sweet. Addicting, so addicting he wants more. Zuko has never felt aroused by a simple kiss until now. He tilts his head, hopeful to kiss more of you. He feels himself losing control, his thoughts are wandering yet he is still staying put, his hands to himself because even though he wants more, he doesn’t want to make the first move. You have always led the conversations, so he is hoping you will lead this kiss too. Trying to control his breathing through his nose, he can’t help but moan quietly into your mouth, heat reaching his cheeks in embarrassment. He feels you smirk against his lips, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. Your soft fingertips cup his cheek, gently caressing his scarred skin with a tender love he has never felt before.
His hands hesitantly make their way to your waist, gently wrapping around your middle as he pulls you in closer to him. Zuko presses himself against you, desperate to feel more than just your lips against him. You feel his heart beating hard against your chest, the right grip on your waist firm. He quietly moans against you, slight whimpers being held back as he pushes himself into you, desperate for more. Desperate for something, anything.
“Ah,” he quietly whimpers, his hand grabbing at yours and holding it to his chest. You flex your hand slightly, taking the opportunity to feel his pecs. Someone has been working out. “Please,” he begins. He sounds so desperate; you’ve never heard him like this before, but you like it. “More, I want more. Please, do something.”
Zuko wraps his legs around yours, pushing his hips forward to meet yours, his body desperate for more affection and more friction. He is starting to slip, becoming more and more desperate each passing second. You can feel him through the thin material of his pants, dick hard and pressed up against your body. You take a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself. Looking into Zuko’s eyes, you can see everything he is feeling in them. Aroused, in love, submissive, and breedable desperate.
“Would you like to see my scars?” you ask, earning a gentle smile from him.
“Only if you would like me to see.”
“I don’t mind.” you smile back, pulling away from him and lifting the blanket. Eyeing the wet spot on his crotch, Zuko quickly pulls part of the blanket onto his lap, embarrassed that you noticed.
“Sorry,” he says shyly.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” you grin, sitting up and lifting part of your shirt to expose your lower stomach. “See this?” you ask. Zuko sits up with you and leans in slightly to look at your lower stomach. He can’t tell if you have been stabbed or sliced, but whatever happened, the scar looks deep and painful. “Got it in an assisination mission.”
“It must’ve hurt,” he whispers, his fingertips reaching out towards it. He looks up at you, eyes asking for permission to touch your scar. When you nod, his fingers gently ghost over the imperfection, feeling it slowly.
“Well I killed him, so he was probably in more pain than I was.” you laugh, remembering the man you killed.
“Do you have any more?” His eyes are full of curiosity, eager to learn more about your past and about your body.
“I have one on my thigh,” you tell him.
Zuko eyes your pajama pants. “You don’t have to show me. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”
“Oh, so you don’t want me to take off my pants?” you joke. “I see how it is…”
“No! Of course I would like to see. Please?” he smiles shyly, hoping you’ll say yes.
“Hmm, I don’t know… you don’t seem very desperate to see…”
Zuko shakes his head in defeat, giving into you as he leans in. He kisses your cheek sweetly, his lips slowly moving down towards your neck. “Please,” he whispers. He leaves slow and sweet kisses, his hand coming up to your thigh to caress it. His large hand glides upwards on your thigh, nearing where you want it the most. “Please, show me…” his hand stops, gripping your thigh.
“Since you wanna see that bad, I suppose I could show you.” you begin to unlace your pants.
“You just wanted to see me beg,”
“Well, yes. And it was nice. I quite enjoyed it.” you laugh, kicking off your pants so you’re wearing nothing but your underwear and your top. Zuko looks, stares, admires your beauty. He looks down at the scar, smaller than the one on your stomach, but it still looks painful.
“I got stabbed. Another assassination.”
“Did you end up killing them?”
“Yeah, so no biggie.”
Zuko is quiet, unsure of what he should do. Should he let you talk about it, or should he ask about it? You’re quiet and he doesn’t know if that’s because you want something else, or if you don’t want to talk about it. Unsure, he leans down, his lips leaving a gentle kiss on your scar. At the same time, he eyes your underwear, a wet spot forming where he wants to kiss the most. He looks up, feeling himself grow hard again.
“Even with your scars, you are still beautiful.” he whispers, leaning up to leave a kiss on your lips.
“I know that, Zuko. I never said I didn’t feel beautiful because of my scars.”
“Oh,” he feels so stupid. Why did he assume you felt ugly with all your scars? You were not like him. “Sorry.”
“If you’re so sorry, make it up to me.” you smirk and lift your shirt up, exposing your breasts to him.
His eyes begin to wander, trying to memorize the curve of your breasts and where your scar is on your stomach. Leaning down, he buries his face into your chest. He leaves a gentle kiss on one of your nipples, his hand coming up to massage the other. His entire hand wraps around your breast, squeezing and kneading as he opens his mouth around your nipple, sucking on the skin. He leaves wet kisses as his lips move down on your body, stopping to kiss your stomach scar. Laying you back down, he starts kissing your lower stomach as his fingertips tease the band of your underwear. Your hips jerk up, signaling to him that he needs to do something. Gently pulling your underwear down and off, he crawls between your legs, eager to please you.
You spread your legs, exposing your wetness to his lips. He leans in, tongue carefully licking at you. You let a breath out, tugging on his locks to where you need him the most. He moans, almost more excited than you are and sucks on your clit. When you pull his hair, desperate for him to be tougher, he moans again, his hips grinding against the mattress in an attempt to relieve himself. Zuko pulls away for a second, sitting up in front of you. He pulls at his pants, impatiently yanking them down as he frees himself. His cock springs upwards, and he moans in relief.
“Can I touch myself?” he begs, his voice a whimper as he leans back down, face in between your legs again.
You nod and he leans back into you again, his tongue working at your clit again and sucking on it. One of his hands grips your thigh, slowly making its way to your entrance. His other hand strokes himself, his hips bucking into his own hand as his other hand begins to tease your entrance. You’re practically dripping, hips bucking up into his face as he pushes himself into you. Zuko’s fingers rub at your entrance, a mix of his saliva and your arousal allowing him to push a finger into you. He moans into you, his finger curving as he strokes himself faster. His hips desperately fuck into his hand as his lips desperately suck on to your clit. He moans, excited to please you as he also pleases himself. Feeling him moan and whimper against you and seeing him so desperate for his release he touches himself has you gripping his roots and pulling him into you. Your grip on him is strong and hurts, but arouses him more and his moans begin to grow louder.
“Ngh, fuck,” he pants, his hand stroking his dick. “You taste so good.”
“You’re too loud, Zuko,” it’s late at night and the elderly couple housing the two of you might hear and that would be absolutely mortifying.
“I’m sorry, I can’t help it.” he moans again, pulling away to bite down on his lip. His hair has been messed up and there is a blush on his cheeks, his lips wet with your arousal and his saliva.
He leans down again, inserting a second finger and curling them, making you let out a loud moan. You cover your mouth with your other hand as the other one continues to grip his hair. He licks at you in desperation, eager and determined to make you orgasm. His long and thick fingers move in and out of you as he continues sucking at your clit, licking and tasting it as you move your hips towards him faster.
“Ahh,” he whimpers again, moaning against you as you desperately buck your hips upwards, the vibrations of his moans and the sweet sound of his whimpers sending you over the edge. Your legs wrap around his neck and he continues to finger you, his own hips moving faster as he fucks himself. The moans you let out make him move faster, desperate to hear you as he pleasures himself. He shakes, thrusts staggered as he finishes off of your moans and your own orgasm. The only sounds in the room are your heavy breaths and Zuko’s kisses he leaves on your thigh and stomach again, making sure to kiss your scars as well.
“So…” he begins. “Do you like me? Or….”
“What?” you ask, out of breath.
“Well, you never said if you do or not.” he questions, sitting up and reaching for his bag to look for something to clean you up.
“Oh my god,” you laugh, leaning in to kiss him. “I thought it was obvious.”
“It’s not.”
“You’re so clueless,” you smack his head playfully. “Yes, I do. I wasn’t lying the previous times I hinted at it.”
“Good,” he breathes a sigh of relief before kissing you again.
•••
“I told you that you were too loud!” you nag Zuko, angrily shoving his shoulder as the two of of you walk down the road in the middle of the night after being kicked out of the elderly couple’s house.
“Me? You were the one who wouldn’t shut the fuck up!” he rubs his shoulder in an attempt to soothe it. You were much stronger than you looked.
“No stupid, that was you! You were louder than me and got us kicked out! See what you did!” you yelled.
“Oh, shut up! You liked it!” Zuko fires back, rolling his eyes.
•••
a/n: bye i didn’t even mean to write smut it j happened 💀
🔥 Zuko had always been drawn to the mysterious and brooding nature of the Fire Nation prince. His scar—an eternal reminder of his turbulent past—made him more alluring. Though he had always loved Zuko, the most educated M/N had never taken the chance to approach him out of dread of being turned down.
🔥 But something changed in Zuko's private chambers one evening. Their anger erupted like wildfire, and Zuko's normally composed exterior started to break. With a hunger in his eyes that matched M/N's own yearning, he gazed at them.
🔥 Zuko closed the gap between them and planted a scorching kiss on his lips without saying anything. As they lurched toward the bed, M/N melted into the touch, putting his arms around Zuko's neck. Their clothing was swiftly thrown aside in a flurry of desire as their bodies connected in a surge of heat and yearning.
🔥 Zuko's hands left trails of fire against the M/N's flesh, his touch demanding and intense. The M/N experienced chills with every touch, kindling a longing deep within him. In return, M/N caressed Zuko's slender, strong frame with his hands, enjoying the sensation of his warm flesh.
🔥 As they came to a rhythm, their bodies united in a dance of ecstasy and love; their movements were raw and urgent. M/N was driven insane with need by Zuko's groans, which filled the room. They had finally reached their peak ecstasy, calling one other's names and collapsing into a tangle of entwined limbs and tangled breaths.
🔥 With a rare tenderness in his voice, Zuko whispered quietly in the M/N's ear as they lay exhausted and satisfied in one other's arms. With anguish and longing in his eyes, he said, "I've wanted this for so long."
🔥 M/N planted a gentle kiss on Zuko's damaged cheek while grinning. "I've wanted you for just as long," he said, his heart brimming with love for the flamboyant royal.
🔥 They both understood at that very moment that they were just getting started in their intense love affair and that it would only get better with time. And as they lay wrapped in one another's arms, they rejoiced in the realization that they had at last found comfort and joy in one another's company.
He likes the fact that he has an s/o he can connect with over bending, how they can understand the flow of fire. It makes him feel even more connected to you.
Festival dates and beach dates are his favorite
Wanna see him blush???, win him a stuffed animal, or buy him his favorite childhood snack that he was telling you about. But but surefire way is to whisper in his ear, "those are nothing compared to you" while watching fireworks. It may seem a little cheesy but let's be honest... zuko would love those cheesy lines.
Yall will most likely spar. Zuko sees it as a great way to bond and understand eachother plus he gets to feel you pin him and dominate him.
He loves to see your techniques and your own flames.
Uncle iroh approves of yours and zuko bond since it feels a bit more deeper than mai and his nephew's.
Zuko is a bit eager to prove himself a skilled enough partner and may look for an opportunity to show that hes not some pathetic angerball.
Definitely wants to perform the dancing dragon with you.
Fire related Pet names and pet names in general make his heart flutter.
Like calling him firecracker, firework, fire lily, whore, slut, pet
He loves The feeling of your heated hands gripping his elegant waist as he grinds against you.
He will rut against your thigh if you order him too. These quiet foreplays are Especially great when you two slip away from the rest of the gang into darker alleyways.
Or how when you orgasm you let out a spill of flames from your mouth accompanied with the lovely snarl of fuck!
Hes down to get pegged. Like pls hes begging you too
Like I've said before hes like a bunny in heat.
If you want him to ride you He'll bounce on your strap like it's a pogo stick
Or you can pound his tight little hole while he clings desperately to you, begging you to break him, to make his hole yours.
Definitely make him squirm by doing breath play
To feel your heated breath against his sensitive buds or along his aching member makes him shudder.
Fiery hickey's uh yes please. He will even tilt his head back as a silent beg for the buring love marks.
Don't be afraid to slap his ass with a hot hand
He gasps and mewls at the wonderful sting and slight burn
He is a bit hesitant to let you slap him with a burning hand since his death old dad scarred him literally
Instead softly stroke his scarred side while whispering soft praise and gradually melt away his worry.
You can however choke him. Feeling your strong hands against his vulnerable throat makes his cock twitch
warmer blowjobs and rimming is a quick way to make him cum. Hell wrap his pretty little legs around you moaning like a whore. Keep sucking even after hes came and he'll cry while his whole body trembles.
Pls he loves overstimulation.
Sweetie if you want him to beg and whine like never before have him watch you masturbate. Hes sobbing and begging for you to let him touch you or at least touch himself. If you let him touch himself he'll either hump the sheets while bitting his knuckle letting out q few flames here a d there... or if hes feeling a bit more needy he'll spread his legs and finger himself.
Naturally he would want to return to favor and will shyly tug at you underwear for permission to eat you out.
Not Surprisingly Hes whining/groaning more than you.
If hes really lost in your taste you may even catch him rocking his hips back and forth against an imaginary dildo
Angry 3some headcannos with zuko, reader and katara -bestie anon
Smh bestie why you do this to me..the most likely time this scenario would play out is when zuko was trying to convince avatar team he was good, and as we all know katara was the most against it due to her own anger/resentment. youd have to be the one to convince her to fuck the fire prince since she would never even think of doing something so...animalistic
Ok zuko is gonna be used like a damn toy than a person since katara will not show him a shred of kindness ( and don't even think of asking her too).
She will also get huffy if you choose to pamper and love him so best option is to be two sadistic beauties
Btw yall are going all night. And may continue this new night time habit for a whiiile
Katara reaaallly pours her pent up rage and anger on him. And encourages you to do the same.
Just to emphasize that she hates zuko she will be extra soft and submissive too you. Shell finger you while glaring at zuko or will pound him as hard as she can while carefully flicking her tounge against your clit.
She will use her water bending weather it be temperature play, a make shift dildo, a cock pump for the moody assholes dick, etc (perhaps do all options at once)
If shes the one pegging him she ain't gonna be gentle. She will relentlessly thrust into his g spot while squeezing his ass so hard theres bruises. Shes even reluctant to prep him and if you forget to remind her of the pain she wont bother
This girl spanks, pulls his hair, spits on his scar, slaps him, calls him every degrading name under the sun.
She loves to scissor with you right in front of zuko. Shell order him not to touch himself just so she can see the way his cock leaks at the sight of you two, and the way his eyes silently plead for some shred of stimulation.
One time he came just from watching you two
He even dares get snippy or moody he gets a flick to the balls accompanied with bitting words.
The most perfect positions would be one of you sitting on his face and the other pegging him, one riding him and the other pegging, having him eat one out while working a double dildo with one of his masters on the other end, Or both of you dominants taking his throat and ass at once....tho you'll probably be doing all these options regardless
Now going onto poor little zuzu
He lowkey loves being hate fucked...It's a lot more enjoyable than dueling to the death or getting scarred for life...literally...
Quite the little masochist
Sometimes he purposefully brings up a topic to piss you and katara off just ao you'll fuck him later.
You two really corrupted the little prince
He is at fist self cautious of his scar. Katara more gentle side may seep out a bit and she may hungrily bite it or suck on his scarred ear.
That or she'll insult him
Every slap, bite, spank, pinch, grip, makes his hole clench.
First time you spanked him he came right there
When hes having an intense orgasm he may accidently expel some flames.
He will only behave if yall Milk him dry
Pls make him bounce in your strap. Hell go as fast as possible, Hes like a horny bunny.
He drools alot. And cries alot. Hes very embarrassed about it.
Really pound him or he'll purposely nip and insult you.
G whizz is a great way to make his legs shake
Or have him do the splits on your fake cock as he burrows his tongue in kats pussy.
He loves it when you and/or kat spit in his mouth, even more when you make him Swallow
Hes very flexible and agile so don't be afraid to make him do weird/elaborate positions
He can suck his own dick
He loves it when you or kat make his gut bulge with your dick, sometimes push on it to make him feel it deeper
He loves it when you or kat grip him by his hair and fuck him against the rough stone walls
He loves it when you or kat use his face as a seat and rock your clit against his nose.
Fuck he just loves all of it
Everyone wonders while you and katara seem much more calmer around zuko.
And why zuko constantly needs katara to use her healing abilities on him
Now hes so well conditioned he immediately can tell when his two masters are pissed and responds by spreading his legs
At first his ego and well, zukoness was very prominent but you girls whipped him into shape
Now hes the perfect sex doll.
Now one, not even him, would think he would break so hard.
Bestie don't forget his behaviour is strictly in bed tho and hes back to normal zuko in a regular setting between the gang and that in no way does this mean love or even fondness. Just a more therapeutic approach to anger
I’m in love with sub zuko, do you have any good recommendations for more of that
I haven't really seen any other sub zuko content from other blogs. I can dig around to see what I can find but for right now The best option is to find a atla blog that does x reader and request sub zuko content . I'll try and see what I can find in the time being and maybe post some more content to hold you over
