MY MOON MY MAN; fire lord zuko x concubine reader. pt2 here
in which: zuko’s royal advisors are adamant he needs to produce an heir, and while his mind is in two, he stumbles across his consort on a late night stroll. nsfw, minors dni (porn with very little plot!)
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after the defeat of fire lord ozai during sozin’s comet, the formerly disgraced fire lord was stripped of his power and the title was bestowed upon his heir; prince zuko.
currently a few years into his reign, the new fire lord zuko had done everything he had promised to do. he had forged a new path for the fire nation, stronger relations, stronger balance, a reign built on compassion rather than fear. yet his rule had been marked by disillusion in the system that had stood proud for so many years.
mainly the imperial consorts.
zuko resented the idea of a harem, a group of women at his beck and call, prepared to give in to his primitive desires. his father had had many consorts, but zuko had resisted their advances at any given turn. he was not his father. the fire nation he was pioneering was meant to be different from the past, modern, innovative, free.
so how could he accept such a hedonistic concept? how could he be paving a way for his people and still have these women in such an archaic position?
his royal advisors were having none of it. consorts were customary. it gave the women financial security, political influence, and social standing. it seemed that zuko would be doing these women a great disservice by dismissing any of them.
so he kept them around. he never summoned them into his chambers. he never bedded them, or took advantage of their devotions to him. it was not honourable to use women for his own selfish needs. he was doing them a favour. they retained their positions, and he didn’t have to be intimately involved with any of them.
it was a good compromise, or so he thought.
his advisors were adamant on an heir. it would show security in the new rule, a united front against the crimes and threats of the past. the royal family would be a symbol of change, step into the right direction. the issue?
zuko refused to wed.
his breakup with mai had frankly soured his disposition when it came to romantic relations. he did not want to become involved with another woman like that ever again. his body had aged, his mind had matured, but deep down he was the same sixteen year old boy who rose to power.
awkward, unsure of himself. what woman would want to be with him? he didn’t know how to be a husband, a boyfriend, hell, even a father. a decade ago, he didn’t ever think he’d be where he was now.
despite his unsureness of his romantic capabilities, zuko was sure about one thing. he was a good leader, a strong one. he was making real, substantial advances as fire lord and he’d be damned if anything was going to take that from him. if a united front, a strong royal family was what they wanted, he’d give them exactly that and more.
he needed to fuck an heir into one of his consorts.
he let out a groan. the thought made his head ache and his heart twist. zuko ran a hand through his hair, his ebony strands free from their usual ornate constraints and falling across his back like an inky curtain.
when his mind ran wild like this, he would walk through the imperial gardens. the grounds were flush with meticulously groomed shrubs and trees, various flowers in pink or red littered across the grass. the floral smell hung heavy and humid in the air, settling deep within zuko’s lungs.
the night was cool, yet not cold. the moonlight cast a bright, bluish sheen across the grounds, illuminating his path as he strolled. the same questions tore through his mind, the lack of answers contorting his features into a permanent scowl.
his heart nearly leapt out of his chest as he turned the corner. a woman stood crouched by the bushes, her hand outstretched, a soft smile on her face. zuko leaned closer, eyes squinting. it was one of his concubines.
y/n l/n.
his gasp forced the woman’s head to snap towards him. she seemed to kick herself into gear, straightening up and stepping into a small, polite bow.
“my lord.” she said, not quite meeting his eyes. “i do apologise, i didn’t know you were there.”
zuko’s eyebrows furrowed. “well, don’t stop on my account. were you fetching something?”
a small smile played at her lips. “i was trying to get the cat out of the bushes. he belongs to one of the other consorts, she’s been beside herself thinking he was lost.”
a cat? zuko didn’t even know that the consorts had pets. was he so concerned with the state of the world he had failed to notice trivial things in his own palace?
this was not the first time that zuko had laid eyes upon y/n. yet it was the first time he had seen her in such a casual context. her soft linen nightdress, her hair free and in its natural state. her face without any sort of rouge or makeup. the moonlight only seemed to illuminate her features, grace the highest points of her face. she was beautiful, that was clear.
“i am sorry that i disturbed you, my lord. i shall leave you be.” she said, with another small bow, seeming to forget about the furry creature that drew her out of here in the first place.
“no!” zuko exclaimed before he could stop himself. “don’t leave on my account, join me, by all means!”
her eyebrows shot up in surprise, not expecting the invitation. zuko felt heat rise in his face, he had never been alone with any of his consorts before.
“if you insist, fire lord.” she said with a sweep of her hand. zuko took a step closer to her.
“well, allow me to help you find this cat.”
the two adults spent an embarrassing amount of time attempting to coax the creature out of the bushes. what ever progress y/n had made disappeared as soon as zuko approached, as it was completely terrified of him and ran further away. y/n laughed despite herself, a lovely melodious sound.
“ill have to try again tomorrow.” she said, brushing dust off of her nightdress and standing up straight. “shall we continue our promenade?”
“yes. let’s.”
while they strolled, zuko snuck sideways glances at y/n, who rambled incessantly about the various plants that lined the grounds. zuko knew nothing about plants, and usually he’d be annoyed by such rambling but y/n had a nice voice, and it was a welcome distraction from the stresses of ruling. it seemed that zuko’s mood was evident upon his face.
“is there something that plagues you, my lord?” she asked, gazing up at him through her eyelashes. her gaze was alluring, charming even. zuko couldn’t help but sneak a glance at her plump lips.
“don’t worry yourself with my troubles.” he said, his voice uncharacteristically soft. his gaze met her eyes again, a strange sensation shooting through his groin, a flush spreading across his face.
“that is my job.” she said with a smile. “though you never summon me.”
her hand rubbed at her neck awkwardly, drawing zuko’s attention to the smooth skin of her décolleté. her averted his eyes.
“i don’t summon any of you.” he said firmly. “it is beneath me, and you.”
“well then; think of me as a friend. will you tell me what plagues you then?”
y/n stepped closer and zuko’s heart hammered wildly in his chest. she could feel the heat radiating off of his body, perpetually hot due to his bending technique, and he could smell her jasmine perfume. the scent was beginning to drive him crazy with desire.
“i… i cannot.” he said, stumbling over his words. “it’s slightly embarrassing.”
“don’t be embarrassed.” she breathed. the warmth of the fire lord drew her closer, like a moth to a flame, like icarus towards the sun.
“my royal advisors want me to sire an heir.”
“and you do not want to?”
‘with you, i would’, an evil little voice said in his head. a fleeting thought that sent shivers of desire through the fire lord, and annoyed him at the same time. what was it he said before, about the concubines? why is it that he didn’t want anything to do with them? he could barely remember, desire and the want for pleasure tainting his thoughts.
“something like that.” zuko said after a short while. his eyes dropped to her lips again.
the moonlight shed across y/n’a features sent tingles through zuko’s stomach, his skin alive with want. he wanted her; her lips, her neck, her chest, and whatever laid further. she thought similarly, it seemed, a strange gleam in her eyes, a soft bite of her lip.
oh, she was driving him crazy.
fuck it, he thought, and he leaned in, lips meeting hers. the kiss was messy and rough, teeth clashing, lips colliding hedonistically. the feeling of her against him caused him to growl in hunger, hands stretching around her midriff. he pulled away, breathless.
“do you want me, my lord?” she whispered.
he groaned. “yes.”
“then take me.”
alarm shot through the man. “here? what if someone sees?!”
y/n reached for him this time, her lips against his, moving in unison. it was softer, messier if possible, their tongues melting against each other.
“you’re the fire lord. no one will question you.”
her words ignited something in him. he held her tighter, hands snaking lower and gripping the fat of her ass. this movement elicited a moan within the woman, sinfully sweet. the pair lowered themselves to the grass, zuko’s back against a tree with y/n between his legs, pressing soft kisses along his jaw.
his jaw, then his neck, then her hands were clambering at his robes, pulling them off roughly as if she was desperate to uncover what lay beneath them. her hands were cold against the warmth of his skin, caressing against his scars and callouses with practiced intent. her small hand finally stopped its exploration when it settled in his crotch.
“keep going.” he groaned, and she smiled almost cheekily. his head was swimming with the thought of her.
she gripped the base of his crotch, her grasp firm and eliciting a sharp gasp out of the man. she pumped the length of his cock a few times, her finger stroking the slit of his tip. then, suddenly, she lowered her head, poking out her tongue and licking a long stripe across the length of his tip. zuko shuddered, hands flying out as if to grip something and steady himself.
y/n sucked the tip of his cock with expert precision, flattening her tongue to lick across the ridges, sucking every last drop of pre cum out of his cock. she began bobbing her head, fucking his cock with her mouth over and over again.
the lewd sounds that resounded across the garden sent even more blood rushing to zuko’s cock. spit trickled down her chin, tears pricking at her eyes and threatening to spill. the sight alone made zuko groan once more, his hands gripping the grass beneath him. steam surfaced from his pores, his face red and flushed.
a knot of pleasure built up in his stomach, growing and growing before bursting suddenly. white flashed across zuko’s eyes, his legs trembling as his release washed over him, cum spurting from his cock and painting her throat with white. y/n slurped greedily, sucking every last drop before finally pulling off of him.
“my my, that was fast.” she teased, and zuko huffed, eyes heavy with pleasure.
“come here. i want to feel you.” he ordered, a finger beckoning her closer. the sight of her fucked out face was enough to get his cock hard once more.
y/n obliged, crawling onto his lap and gathering the ends of her nightgown in her hands. she straddled his bulge. she grinded herself against him a few times, wetness spreading between them.
“my my,” zuko mocked. “no panties, aren’t we slutty?”
y/n smirked, her hands snaking across his neck for stability. she grinded against him again, rolling her hips harder. zuko leaned forward and pressed a slow kiss to her lips.
y/n lifted herself up slightly, lining his cock with her entrance, before slowly, so annoyingly slowly, sinking herself down into him. zuko’s breath hitched, his heart racing. she was so tight, so good, almost too good. the feeling of her plush walls against him was enough to send him into a panic, the pleasure overwhelming. y/n bottomed out finally, rolling her hips once again, slower this time.
“fuck!“ he exclaimed, hands gripping her ass.
y/n gave him no time to adjust, she began fucking herself greedily against him. her pursuit was relentless, bouncing on top of him over and over again, pretty little moans spilling from her lips. even through the material of her nightdress, zuko could see her tits bouncing up and down, the feeling sending waves of pleasure through him.
he wasn’t going to last long, he knew that. it had been a while since he was intimate with anyone. he didn’t want to neglect her own pleasure. the thought seemed to kick him into drive. his large hands travelled higher, gripping her waist tightly and lifting her up a bit, before driving into her.
“fuck! it’s too much!” she cried, eyes rolling into the back of her head.
“you can take it.” zuko groaned into her ear, pressing a kiss to her earlobe.
she was squeezing him so tightly, the obscene sounds turning him on even more. he couldn’t believe he ever rejected her, rejected this. this was heaven, if not better. between her legs was where he found solace, where he found salvation. he could fuck her forever.
“my lord-”
“that’s not my name.” he growled, desperate to hear it roll off of her tongue.
“zuko! ‘m gonna cum!” she cried, tears spilling from her eyes once again.
zuko’s forever was a longtime and y/n was a sensitive woman. her vision went white, her legs limp as her release crashed over her like waves against a rocky shore. her body tingled and her moans broken against his lips.
zuko was right behind her. his thrusts became sloppy, his grip tightened as he ploughed into her. then with one jerky thrust, his release spilling into her; painting her walls white. his breath hitched and a cracked groan broke from his lips.
they sat like that for a while, his cock still inside of her, their foreheads slick with sweat pressed against each other. zuko’s skin prickled with heat, his breath shaky. he kissed her again, chaste pecks against her lips.
the fire nation would have its heir, zuko was sure of it. and he may still not like the idea of concubines; but that just meant he’d have to wed y/n l/n to clear his conscience.
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a/n: pics r from pinterest! this isn’t proofread (when do i ever proofread…) but i was in flow state lol, would we want a pt2 of this?
