#zuko imagine

[mariiee568]

Someone PLEASE write for adult zuko

he looks too good in the movie

[bae-fong]

oh i know dada

adult fire lord zuko x wife!reader warnings: 18+ nsfw, fluff, breeding kink, baby fever, daddy kink summary: when fire lord zuko sees his wife holding babies, and with everyone constantly pestering for an heir, his mind can't help but reel to darker places.

“fire lord zuko! when can we expect an heir to the fire nation?”

“fire lord zuko! are you and the fire lady expecting?”

“who will take the throne as the prince now that you have been reigning for some time?”

the relentless questioning left zuko restless. he had hoped the weight on his shoulders would ease once he transitioned from prince to fire lord, but the pressure had only increased tenfold.

you, on the other hand, were as cool as a cucumber.

as the beloved fire lady, you were adored by the entire nation. while zuko was buried in council meetings and ledgers, you spent your free time at charities, local orphanages, and schools. to put it simply, you were constantly surrounded by families—more specifically, children.

zuko watched from afar as toddlers wrapped their chubby arms around your skirts, peering up at you with wide, hopeful eyes. parents took pride in seeing the fire lady cradle their infants, and even the fussiest babies seemed to settle the moment they were tucked into your arms.

“my! you would make such a wonderful mother,” one woman remarked.

“the fire lord is a lucky man indeed,” the citizens added. “a beautiful wife and a natural mother.”

while zuko often flushed with embarrassment, you took every remark as an opportunity to tease him.

“hear that, zuko? it means we’ve got work to do,” you joked, gently rocking a sleeping infant while the crowd erupted into laughter.

it wasn’t until you were talking to one of the elderly ladies from a distance that the conversation took a turn, her voice not-so-quiet as she described the struggles of pregnancy.

“pregnancy is a beautiful thing, but very, very tedious,” the elderly lady explained. “you’re constantly waddling around with a big, round belly. your feet are swollen and bare, and your…” she motioned to your chest, “always swollen and aching.”

your face flushed with embarrassment, but zuko, on the other hand, found his mind admiring the idea.

he wasn’t in a rush to have kids, but the image of you—his wife, waddling around the palace barefoot in nothing but a flowy dress. your belly, round from carrying his baby, and your breasts swollen with milk.

it was perfect.

and that was how you ended up here, sprawled across your shared bed with your legs hooked over zuko’s broad shoulders as he held you folded in a mating press.

his cock—thick and swollen—pounded into you relentlessly, the air filling with vulgar sounds that made your eyes roll back and your ears burn.

“zu—zuko!” you cried out in pleasure.

“gonna… get you…” zuko grunted, his hips drawing back as he drove into you deeper. “pregnant… gotta breed you—”

zuko was a mess of incoherent babbling, muttering about keeping you full of his seed and the image of you walking around barefoot. his heavy body completely enveloped yours, his hands tangling into your hair to pin you in place, keeping you trapped in that vulnerable position.

“gonna keep fucking you until it takes,” he promised darkly. “until our kids are running around the palace.”

you were a moaning mess beneath him, your legs dangling in the air as he pounded into you, forcing you to take every deliciously agonizing inch of your fire lord.

“how many do you think we’ll have? one? two?” zuko laughed raspily against your ear, the vibration making your body tingle. “or twins. that’d be nice—wouldn’t it?”

“so… so nice,” you managed to moan.

zuko laughed again, adjusting his angle so he could fuck even deeper into your warm, aching core.

“fuck. you gonna make me a daddy, baby?”

“yes, zuko!” you cried, nodding your head frantically against the pillows. “yes—i’ll make you a daddy—”

“shit,” he cursed, his body drawing tight as he felt himself ready to pump you full. “say it again.”

“daddy!”

daddy. daddy. daddy.

the sound of it was music to his ears. he tossed his head back, his long, dark hair damp with sweat against his bare skin as his cock pulsed deep inside you, pumping ropes of thick, hot cum into your aching pussy.

“god, that’s it,” he growled, peering down at you with lustful, golden eyes as his chest heaved.

“gonna make sure it takes. you’re going to give me an heir, aren’t you? my beautiful, perfect, sweet wife.”

[kill3ill]

stuffing the dick in you — 18+

esteemed prince zuko has a thing for cramming his cock inside you to the absolute hilt, so much so that his balls are squished against your ass and there's absolutely no more room for him to fit inside you even if he could, then rubs the swollen, heavy head of his cock against your womb, watching as each time he ruts his hips forward, a little indent forms in your tummy.

sometimes, he won't even thrust anymore, just keeps his cock inside you so you're forced to feel each of the dull throbs his cock gives and the veins lining his cock squished against your tender walls, while rolling his hips so your poor womb and his big tip kiss, as he likes to call it.

his favorite part is how your walls cling to him as he does it, how your pussy sucks him in and is firmly adamant in keeping him in place, especially when he just thrusts as is, no pulling back, just bucking his hips to force his cock deeper, deeper, deeper. even though there's no more space.

and when he does pull back a little, agonizingly slow and only halfway, he watches as your folds cling onto him, muscles wrapped tightly around his cock and tugging him back for more when he tries to move. he can't bear to move any more than halfway before he's thrustinng back in even slower than when he was pulling out, letting you feel every single inch stretching you out before he repeats that motion again and again until both of you cum. and afterwards, too. he won't stop until your poor pussy is overflowing with his load and leaking rivulets onto his sheets.

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[stxxrrgirl]

firelord zuko and his royal advisor fluff⋆｡°✩

when avatar aang’s letter accidentally outs firelord zuko’s feelings for his royal advisor. oh my gosh i’ve been so obsessed with that^^ picture it’s insane i need him to look at me like that. oh and! flirty!reader kinda

<- 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ༄ 𝐜𝐡.𝟐 ->

“Your Highness, the Royal Advisor is—”

“Send her in, please.” The guard doesn’t even get to finish his sentence before Zuko interrupts him. It’s practically routine now, he doesn’t understand why they need to ask him repeatedly, you’re there practically every night!

Not for nefarious reasons, Zuko would never do that. No, it was your duty as his advisor to talk to him and give him advice pertaining to anything he wishes to discuss, be it the weather, your favourite meals for some reason, submarine formations, or just talking, about nothing in particular, your voice always just had a calming effect on him.

“Your Highness.” You greet him as you enter his chambers, a lavish room fit for the Fire Lord indeed. This wasn’t the same chambers that previous Fire Lords had resided in, when Zuko took the throne, he had the Princely palace wing that he grew up in converted to his chambers. The place is beautiful regardless, endless sea of different shades of red that come together just perfectly.

Zuko doesn’t look up from his paperwork as you also greet and then dismiss the guard. “Zuko.” You call out softly after the door closes, leaving you two alone during this beautiful night. There were several lamps lit across the room, illuminating the entire space in a warm glow, but the moonlight tonight is strong too.

Zuko finally glances up at you at the beckoning of his name, the tip of his lips quirking up in the faintest smile. He has disregarded his royal regalia for the day, the crown and heavy robes resting on the other side of the room. Now he’s in simple, comfortable sleepwear, which does nothing to hide his well-built muscular form underneath.

It was no surprise the friendship between you and Zuko. You’ve known eachother since you were children, you weren’t particularly friends, you were just his father’s advisor’s daughter that he interacted with occasionally. The only reason he picked you to be his advisor very early into his reign was the fact that you were critical of his father’s practices since a young age, privately of course, words only Zuko would hear.

It was only after then that a friendship blossomed. You were around him so much that it was inescapable, you were his closest confidant. You knew everything this about him, you were the only person he felt truly open and comfortable around in the Fire Nation, so it also wasn’t quite the shock when Zuko realised the ache in his chest when he saw you was not only platonic or professional but romantic too.

He greets you back with a soft whisper of your name, going back to skimming through whatever the document in front of him was. Zuko cherished moments like this. When it is just the two of you alone, when you could too let your guard down with no watchful eyes and just call him ‘Zuko’.

You were too dressed in casual wear, robes and the pins and medals that are usually decorated on them missing, simple red dress with a hem that kissed the ground and you walked, like you always were during these meetings with him.

“Avatar Aang sent a letter through.” You announced as you walked across his room, one hand holding up your dress so you don’t trip on it and the other waving a piece of parchment around. Zuko is situated in the floor, on a cushion with his legs crossed, a small, short table in front of him with ink, documents and a lamp rested on it.

“Read it out for me?” Zuko asks in a low voice, sleep infecting it and making it gravelly, enough to send a chill down your spine. You feel a slight rush of heat to your cheeks, feeling lucky that he wasn’t looking at you. Is it really your fault? Has anyone taken a look at this man? It’s unfair!

The way the light from the lamp was illuminating his side profile, in the way you could see every contor of his face and scar. He grew up, losing his childish features, replaced with sharp contours of his cheeks, nose and jaw. Zuko glances up at you again, wondering why you’ve suddenly gone silent, with you looking away before he caught you staring.

“Flameo Hotman. How goes running the Fire Nation?” You begin to narrate dramatically as you sink into the floor, tucking your legs under the table on the opposite side to Zuko so that you sat facing him. You continue reading, the two issues that the Avatar requires help with, something in Republic City and something related to food. You converse with Zuko, talking through the problems, his sassy remarks extracting chuckles and giggles from you occasionally.

“And lastly I am curious, did you tell—Oh.”

The documents he was examining earlier is now left abandoned as Zuko was solely focused on you, and now your reaction has his eyebrows scrunching. You were smiling till a moment ago, but whatever you read at the end had the joy leave your face and…a smirk stretching across your lips.

You glance up at Zuko from behind the piece of parchment, an odd glint in your eyes, maybe even…heat? Your teeth bite into your lower lip as you glance back at the letter and then back at Zuko. “What is it? What does it say?” Zuko questions, the furrow between his eyebrows deepening.

A soft huff of amusement leaves between your bitten lips, trying your best to keep your composure. Zuko watches as you fail and burst out into a giggle, your face reddening slightly. You look back at him, the same glint still in your eyes.

“Lastly I am curious.” You start and pause dramatically, the look in your eyes darkening a little. Agni, Zuko swears in his head, this is not helping the ache in his chest, the way you were looking at him, the smile stretched across your lips.

“Did you tell your royal advisor of your romantic feelings…for her?” You read out, voice dipping by an octave.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, Zuko is fucked.

“And asked if she is a bachelor or not? Seize the opportunity before it slips out of your fingers, my friend!” You finish reading, silently folding it before pressing the letter into the table, looking up at Zuko’s expression of being caught off guard.

The silence is very loud as you two just look at eachother, all color drained from his face and pure amusement on yours. Zuko’s eyes bare into yours and you can almost see the way he’s not only registering what you said but also working out on what to say, clearly unable to think of anything to say.

“Do you have other Royal Advisors I am not aware of…or?” You start, smirk still stretched across your lips. Zuko just blinks at you, his hetrochromatic eyes shining, his adam’s apple bopping as he swallows nervously. “He was simply…jesting.” Is somehow the only thing he can come up with currently, the usual sassiness you see in him completely disappeared.

“So you’re not in love with me?”

You say, a little too quickly causing Zuko’s eyes to widen, his scar stretching because of his surprise. “Uh…” Zuko quirks, but you smile smirk at him sweetly. “I…Its not…That’s, it’s. Um.” His hand comes up to scratch at the back of his neck as you look at him expectantly.

You can see him buffering in real time, the machinery in his brain short circuiting as it’s unable to process what’s happening. You stay smiling at the Fire Lord as he just stares at you, probably praying for the earth to open up and swallow him whole.

You roll your eyes at his stupor, taking it into yourself to make a move, you prep yourself up into your knees, pressing you palms flat onto the mahogany wood as you lean cross the table as Zuko sits as still as a statue. You lean close enough for your nose to hover right over his cheek and partially his scar.

“I am a bachelor, Your Highness. Veeeery lonely.” You whisper as his face reddens even more before you rush forward to press a kiss his cheek, his skin soft beneath your lips. You feel Zuko let out a harsh exhale as you pull away, standing up to your full height, looking down at him a moment before turning to walk away.

“Goodnight, Zuko” You wave as you leave.

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first time writing for him and i hate this cause it’s like 4am and i need to sleep😔😔 yeah no i just hate this BUT I MADE THE MISTAKE OF SNEAK PEAKING IT SO NOW I HAVE TO POST IT- anyway. adult zuko has me KSKSKKDKDKDJDJDK

[veiue]

he’s the fire lord for goodness sake—is he supposed to beg? umm anyways

— established relationship, MDNI 18+

the whole palace felt quieter than usual tonight, the curtains drawn against the palace lights. zuko sits by the edge of his massive bed—his elbows propped on his knees—firebending absentmindedly, making tiny sparks between his fingers. you’re across him drying your hair from your bath—you’re smelling like the lotion he pretends doesn’t make him weak.

he’s been distracted for days…? nah maybe weeks. every time you climb into bed to lay beside him, every time you straddle his lap just to give him a good night kiss—the same thoughts rush into his head—you ontop riding him slow the faster, your hands braced in his chest, your tits bouncing in his face and that little smirk on your face when you know you’re driving him insane. he’s the fire lord for goodness sake, he’s not supposed to want to beg for anything—especially not this.

so he stays nonchalant, like the thought hasn’t been burning him alive. you noticed of course. “zukoooo” you call out softly, crawling across the bed until you’re kneeling between his spread legs. “you’ve been weird all week, even for the last two weeks. what’s is going on inside that head of yours?”.

but he only shrugs his eyes briefly making contact with yours—he looks away because he doesn’t want to easily appear weak. “it’s nothing… just… state matter” “do you think i was born yesterday?” you lean in, brushing your lips against his jaw. “you’re just overthinking again. care to share…?”.

he exhales loudly through his nose—his hands settling on your thighs, thumbs stroking your skin right under the hem of your short. he doesn’t push further—almost does—he almost grabs your hips and pulls you down on him in that moment. but then that stupid voice in his head kicks in. i’m the fire lord—i don’t beg. yeahhhh right… the words slip out anyway. “i want you to ride me” he whispered, his voice low.

you pull back just enough to look at him, your eyebrows raised, a bit taken aback. “what?” you asked, a teasing grin already morphing across your face. his ears go red. fuck he knew you’d tease him—he cursed under his breath, looking everywhere but your face. “just forget it”.

“nope! well not now that you’ve mentioned it”. you grin, fully straddling his lap, arms loose around his neck. “you’ve been thinking about me riding you? forrrrr how long? and you didn’t say anything about it? zuko you idiot”. “shut up” he mutters but his tone lacked heat. his hands slid up to grip your waist—his fingers digging like he’s anchoring himself. “i just didn’t know how to.. you know.. ask… it’s not exactly something i’m used to doing”.

you let out a laugh, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth. “so you’re telling me, you’ve faced down armies and literal spirits but asking your girl to get ontop is where you draw the line..? cute”.

he groans, both embarrassed and turned on at the same time. “i said shut up”. before you could tease him again, he pulls you down harder against him—kissing you deep, tongue sliding into your mouth to tangle with yours as if he was trying to to win an argument with his mouth. when he breaks the kiss, both breathing heavy, he looks you dead in the eyes. “so would you ride me? now”. and you don’t make him repeat it.

clothes come off—your shorts and his pants are sprawled somewhere on the floor. then you’re back in his lap, fully naked, knees on either side of his hips—his cock already hard against your stomach. you wrap your hands around him, stroking once, then twice, watching his jaw clench. “slow” “go slower”. you nod, lifting up on your knees and lining him. the first sink down felt like torture—well at least to zuko. his head falls back, a groan rumbling out of his chest as you take him inch by inch. his hands are resting on your hips, not guiding yet—just holding you in place. “fuckkk… you feel—“. he cuts himself off, gritting his teeth.

you bottom out with a tiny gasp, sitting fully on him adjusting to the stretch. for a minute you just sat there—rolling your hips in tiny circles—feeling him throb inside you.

then you start moving real slow. up until only the head is inside, then sinking back down grinding a little at the bottom so your clit rubs against him. his groans get deeper every time you drop back down. “that’s it”. he praises. “just like that—oh my you’re so wet already, this feels so fucking gooood”.

you brace your hands on his shoulders, picking up the pace a little. the wet sounds filling up the room—skin on skin, your heavy breathing mixed with him muttering curses. his hands start roaming—one hand squeezing your waist while the other comes up to cup your tit, his thumb brushing over your nipple before rolling it between his fingers—getting out a moan from you, clenching around him. “zuko”.

“faster”. he demands but his voice cracks like he’s barely holding it together. “ride me faster baby”.

you plant your feet better on the bed and start bouncing properly—up and down—ass slapping against his thighs with every drop. you wrap your arms tight around his neck, pulling him closer so your tits press hard against his chest. he buries his face in your neck—groaning loud against your skin every time you slam back down. “shit just like that! you’re so perfect—so tight and warm”. his hands on your tits squeeze harder, the other gripping your hip so tight you’d probably have marks by tomorrow. he starts thrusting up to meet you, meeting every bounce with a sharp snap of his hips that make you cry out.

you’re getting louder now, moans coming out without control. sweat rolling down your face—your thighs burning in the best way, every time you bounce hard on his cock. it hits spots deep inside that makes you sees stars. “you’re gonna make me come.. fuckkkk slow down—wait no, don’t stop, keep bouncing”. you go even faster, arms locked around his neck—using him as leverage to fuck yourself harder on his cock—your tits bouncing heavy between you and zuko couldn’t resist, he leans back to get a clear view, then leans in to suck one nipple in his mouth—teeth grazing before licking it with his tongue.

the sensation makes you grind down harder, clit rubbing perfectly against his pelvis. “i’m close”. you gasp, your voice shaking. “zuko im so closeee”.

“come on me”. he growls against your neck—thrusting up harder. the orgasm hits hard—walls fluttering and squeezing around him as you keep bouncing through it. he groans louder it almost sounded like a growl—both hands back on your hips, helping you move while he chases his own release. “fuck i’m almost there.. don’t stop, don’t—shit”.

you keep bouncing and grinding, despite your legs shaking. he comes with a broken moan, his hips stuttering up into you—filling you deep, pulsing hot inside. you ride him slow through every wave, milking him until he’s trembling under you, arms wrapped tight around your waist like he’ll never let go.

for a long minute the only sounds are both of you trying to catch your breath, body sticky with sweat, his cock still buried inside you. he presses lazy kisses along your collarbone, up to your neck, finally finding your lips.

you pull back with a tired little smirk, still straddling him, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “all that time thinking about it and you almost didn’t ask? next time just say it, fire lord. i would’ve been on top days ago”. he huffs a laugh, embarrassed but sated “shut up”. then quieter, almost shy “we’re doing that again tomorrow”. you grin, kissing him once more. “definitely”.

he flips you over gently onto your back without pulling out, still half hard inside you—covering your body with his. the night is far from over.

[melzula]

may i req zuko who has a son (a baby, really) who never wants to part with him so zuko brings him to council meetings where the baby also gives his smart inputs (just babbles) ?

a/n: this request was so sweet anon! i hope you enjoy the blurb i whipped up

summary: left alone with your baby, Zuko takes his son to his first council meeting

“Is my handsome prince ready for his first council meeting?” Zuko coos fondly as he lifts the child from his crib and into his arms.

“His robes are too big,” you note with a frown. The red and gold silk swallows his little body whole, but the child doesn’t seem to mind as he flashes a gummy smile when your lips meet his cheek for a kiss.

“He’ll grow into them,” your husband assures you with a careful smile. “Just as I did.”

“Are you sure you don’t need me to stay?” You fret, beginning to fuss over the robes once more in an attempt to free your baby’s limbs from the heavy fabric. “I can watch Ezi so your council meeting remains undisturbed.”

“You deserve to have a day off, too. Ezi and I will be fine while you’re in the village. Besides, who would object to having the Prince at a council meeting? It’s his duty. Isn’t that right, my little dragon?”

Ezi laughs as Zuko playfully pokes his stomach, and the sight is enough to ease your worries for you to leave the palace guilt free as you bid goodbye to your husband and son. The Fire Lord holds the child in one arm while the other grabs hold of the baby’s favorite turtle duck toy, and with everything in order the two are off to the meeting.

The councilmen are surprised to see the Fire Lord take his seat with the infant on his lap, but none dare try to argue against his decision. Zuko has created a reputation for himself as a doting father unwilling to part from Ezi unless absolutely necessary, and the last advisor to suggest otherwise had quickly been relieved of his duties. The baby happily babbles away as he’s given his turtle duck, and Zuko takes the distraction as his opportunity to begin the meeting.

“What is on the agenda today, chamberlain?”

“My Lord, there’s been an influx of new soldiers that our staff is inadequately prepared for. There’s more soldiers than there are commanders, and it will be impossible to train them all properly!”

Zuko offers a thoughtful nod, opening his mouth to respond only to falter at the feeling of Ezi’s fingers pulling at his hair. He looks upon his child with a smile and gently removes his hands as he asks, “Do you have an idea, son?”

The baby can only babble in response as he continues his attempts to grasp at Zuko’s hair. The Fire Lord chuckles before looking back to his dismayed chamberlain. “Ezi and I believe it would be in our best interest to train the soldiers in cohorts rather than all at once. Stagger the admission rates and allow no new applicants until everything is in order.”

“Then it shall be done,” his chamberlain relents. “However, if I may Fire Lord Zuko, perhaps it would be in your best interest to leave the duty of childcare to Fire Lady y/n. She is the Prince’s mother, after all.”

“And I am his father,” Zuko reiterates firmly, his eyes sharpening with his protective wrath. “Ezi will not be let out of my sight while my wife is away, and I will hear no more of this. Is that understood?”

“Yes, my Lord,” he quickly relents with a repentant bow of his head.

“Good,” he reaffirms with a single nod. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll have to end our meeting early today. It’s time for Ezi’s nap.”

Zuko doesn’t bother to stay despite his chamberlain’s protests, instead choosing to exit the throne room and make his way back to your bedroom. He enjoys the quiet moments when it’s just the two of them together roaming the palace halls, Ezi happily cooing as he holds him securely against his chest. He adores his father, and Zuko’s chest swells with pride every time he makes his child smile; his son will never look upon him with fear or shame, and he’ll never know what it feels like to be unloved.

You return from your venture just as Ezi finally falls asleep, and you join your husband beside the crib as you admire your sleeping child together.

“Did he have a good day?” Your hushed voice asks as Zuko pulls you into his side.

“He made excellent suggestions at today’s council meeting,” he replies with a faint chuckle. “Our son is going to be a fine leader one day.

“With you as his father? He’ll be more than perfect,” you sigh sweetly.

Ezi loves his father, and Zuko will do everything in his power to ensure his son is happy and content for the rest of his days.

~~~

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[chibi-tokki]

zuko tries to hold out, the poor thing, he truly does but when he has you on your stomach, hips propped up with a pillow, he loses it a little bit. his hands on your waist tighten as he ruts faster, the pleasure shooting through him as he fucks your sopping cunt. you’re done, spent through and through, given all control to your husband as he desperately chases his own release but he wants just one more from you. another orgasm to rip through you as you clench on his cock to have him cumming with you but as you tilt your hips higher, and reach back to pull your cheeks apart to have the lewd display of him fucking in and out of you fully visible he loses all sense of control.

his movements stutter, his voice trembling with heavy breaths. “ohh fuck- spirits, i-“ he can’t look away, too entranced on the way you suck him in, the white cream that rings the base of his cock, the way your ass ripples with each thrust.

“sweetheart, i’m gonna-“ he can’t even make it through the sentence before he is stilling in you, cumming so heavy and deep you feel warmth fill your belly. you can feel him twitch inside you, emptying himself out to you. he never wants to leave the warmth of you, wants to live within you forever and ever and he does, to a certain extent, he lets himself soften within your gummy walls, lets his heart return to a normal rhythm, his skin to cool back into neutrality and then and only then does he slip from your heat. he watches as a mix of his and your cum oozes from within you, thick white globs sliding down your puffy lips. he should fuck it back inside, push it so deep within you that he knocks you up but instead he drags a finger through, collecting it on the tip of his index.

“open.” he instructs, lifting his hand towards your face as if he were presenting a sweet treat and not evidence of your debauchery. you follow his command opening your mouth to lick the digit clean. his chest tightens.

spirits, he loves you.

[arfemiz]

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: content ⌕ firelord!zuko proving he still gets aroused by his firelady, even after their child's birth.

18 + firelord!zuko x reader, bathing sex, piv, fem!body insecurity, body worship, fingering, teasing, postpartum, nipple play, orgasm, ending in suggestive cunnilingus.

"...again?" the pillow muffled ZUKO'S groan as he rolled onto his back, eyeing the empty space beside him. the sheets were still warm from where you had been moments ago... vanishing into the bathing chamber like smoke whenever his hands wandered too close.

moonlight caught his bare shoulders tense as he sat up. "you can't keep avoiding me forever," he called toward the shut door. the answering silence prickled his skin.

Inside the bath chamber, you pressed damp palms to the mirror, your reflection distorted. three months since your little daughter's birth, and still your body felt like unfamiliar territory. fire nation nobility whispered about concubines with unmarked skin, while you...

a knock. "talk to me." zuko's voice, low on his side.

the door creaked open before you could answer, steam curling around zuko’s feet as he stepped inside. his hair, half - undone from sleep, fell across his scarred cheek. you turned away, gripping the bathing pool's edge, but not before catching the way his gaze dropped to your waist where the water's surface clung.

"you’re supposed to wait for permission to enter," you mumbled, sinking deeper into the scented water.

zuko didn’t dignify that with a reply. though, he crouched at the pool’s edge. "three years married, and suddenly you’re shy" his thumb seized a droplet rolling down your shoulder. "or is it that you think I’d mind these?" his touch grazed the faint red marks along your hipbone... lighter than the lightning scars on his chest but just as permanent.

you flinched. "the fire sages say a ruler’s consort should..."

"...look like untouched porcelain... I know, I know," he finished weakly. "the same sages who called my face unfit for the throne?" he tapped your chin, forcing your gaze up to where his scar gleamed raw. "when have we ever cared for their opinion? why start now?"

you shook your head at god knows what. jasmine petals stuck to your damp collarbones as zuko shrugged out of his sleeping robe. it soon pooled at his feet. his chest was a battlefield of its own... old ridged burns interlaced with newer, pinker marks where your daughter's tiny nails had scratched him during late - night feedings.

"zuko, I..." your protest died as he soaked his body into the water, the heat making his muscles glisten.

when his knees hit the under water stone bench, zuko’s mouth found the spot beneath your ear. "be honest... which part of you thinks I’d ever stop wanting this." he cooed on damp skin, hands sliding down to grip your waist. "these hips?" a squeeze that sent water sloshing over the ledge. "this stomach?" palms skating lower, thumbs digging into the softness below your navel where your daughter had grown. "or..." his touch drowned under the waterline, testing your thighs with a passing touch of fingertips... "here?"

you gasped, hands flying to his wrists. "zuko, are you sure you don't want to wait..."

"this isn't about me," for grounding, you leanined your head against the wet tile behind you. "I've waited enough, three months, and I know you have to." his free hand squeezed your inner thigh, slow before just holding. "every night, watching you feed our daughter and pretending not to see how you wince when she latches." his fingers danced higher, avoiding where you ached most. "listening to you cry in here afterward like I wouldn’t burn the entire fire nation to the ground if it meant taking your pain."

your breath quickened. his thumb hovered just above your throbbing core, the heat of the bathwater nothing compared to the fire coiling low in your belly. "how low of you, to think I'd care about a few angry marks?" zuko whispered to your throat, a hand sliding up to cup your breast... heavy with a nurturing substance. "when every night I lie awake smelling the scent on your skin and imagining..." his fingers finally dipped between your folds, and your back laid off the tile, in an arch with a sudden gasp.

the sound echoed off walls, mixing with the drip of water from zuko's hair as he bent to lick a stripe of your neck. "we both know," fingers circling your clit, agonising and teasing, "the sages are yet to know how wet you get for me?" his teeth scraped your earlobe. "how even now, you're clenching around nothing?"

his fingers froze... a heartbeat... when your thighs tremble. It was that pause that undid you more than his touch... zuko’s breath hitched when your nails scored his shoulders... his thumb softened its circles to light strokes the instant your breathing grew ragged.

the tile was cold against your spine, but his mouth was scorching as it trailed lower... past your collarbones, over your breasts still tender from feeding your daughter hours before. he paused there, lips floating over a peaked nipple, eyes flicking up to watch you squirm. "tell me," he reassured, "if it’s too much."

you nodded violently as his tongue swirled tight around the sensitive bud, sucking gently until your hips jerked against his stomach. the whimper that escaped you sounded foreign in your own ears... desperate and keening... but zuko drank it in like a man starved. again with his free hand pacing down to grip your hip. "I got you,” he soothed to your chest as his fingers found your dripping core once more.

and gods, he did... every slow, torturous stroke of his fingers was purposeful to make you unravel by degrees. where the younger zuko, you married might have rushed, the man before you now worked with devastating patience, curling two fingers inside you just deep enough to tease before retreating to thumb lazy circles around your clit. "zuko..." you gasped.

"I know," he breathed, crooking his fingers just right. though open-mouthed kisses were placed to the stretch marks beneath your breasts, they gentled kisses whenever you hissed. his thumb never stopped its rhythm, even as he moved to cradle the back of your head with a hand. "perfect."

zuko suddenly took back his fingers... your whine at the loss tangled with the slick sound of his hand leaving you. he lifted you just enough to align himself with your dripping entrance.

"... easy," zuko asked of you. he plunged forward, the fire of him parting you slow. his forehead kissed yours as he waited, letting you adjust... always giving, even when his own thighs quivered with the effort of holding back. "is this too much..."

your nails bit into his shoulders, cutting him off. "...don't stop," you gritted, caving in to take him deeper, the stretch burning sweetly after so long apart. zuko's groan vibrated through your chest as he sank the rest of the way home, his hips greeting yours. for a second, neither of you moved... just breathed, foreheads touching.

you almost saw stars when he took it upon himself to begin moving. zuko’s breath was hot against your temple. he pulled nearly all the way out before pushing back in with the same pathetic pace. "still think I'd want anyone else?" he rumbled in the moment. he decided on deep, measured strokes that hit that spot inside you with exactly how you wanted, each resulting by the slap of water.

you couldn’t answer... couldn’t do anything but clutch at his shoulders as pleasure boiled tighter with every thrust of his hips. zuko was close in admiring your face, loving - lustful gaze.

his grip on your waist was the only float, keeping you from slipping beneath the surface. you forced your eyes open, your vision blurring with tears. zuko’s his scar flushed dark in your view. a water drip slid from his hairline down the bridge of his nose, slanting before falling onto your parted lips.

"... zuko,” you whimpered, the name broke as his thumb searched for your clit again, circles over and over. "I can’t... I’m going to..."

"I know," he smiled, so sweet second before his mouth closed onto your jaw, then neck. "let me see you."

you came undone with a cry, your body clamping around his as pleasure surged through you like wildfire. zuko’s rhythm faltered, his own release hitting him as he buried his face in your neck.

when he finally pulled back, his hands were gentle as they traced your waist, his thumbs guarding the marks there. "beautiful,” he told himself with a kiss to your collarbone before reaching for a nearby cloth to dab at the sweat beading along your brow. the tenderness in his touch made your throat tighten... he looked at you like you were still the same woman who stole his heart years ago...

the cloth fell from zuko’s fingers into the water as you caught his wrist, laying his palm flat to your stomach... "you're thinking about something, you dare not tell."

"am I?" zuko's thumb traced your navel. "funny. I thought I was worshipping."

your laugh arrived and left when he silenced it with a kiss... slow and deep, his tongue passing in, by your lips. drawing back, his lips lingered close enough to share breath. "the sages," he brought up their wicked calling, nipping at your lower lip, "never warned me about this."

"about what?"

"that their fire lord would fall to his knees for a single sigh from his wife." zuko ushered you to perch on the pool's edge, as he dipped his head lower... pushing your thighs apart on the way down...

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