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hi .ᐟ.ᐟ my name is vel , (25) , she/her , i like to write n fk around 。 i write for my hero academia & demon slayer & jjk 。

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whatll it be

bakugo one shot

Deku one shot

TODOROKI ONE SHOT

Sanemi one shot

giyuu one shot

Rengoku one shot

Voting ended on18h

hello owo i miss u all

i will now be taking an indefinite hiatus from tumblr!! it’s been a long time coming for me. and without getting too much into it, ive lost so much love for tumblr and writing and just the general feeling of it. im in no position to write something in the world that I don’t love or publish something I deem unfit to publish. it sounds kinda corny but its just how it is sometimes.

i find myself having to force the write when i don’t want to. and that’s not fair to me or those who enjoy consuming my work.

plus my work assignments are gonna be huge for the next few months. i have to lock in.

thank u soo much for sending me atla asks and i am so sorry for not answering any of them. i do have a few atla x reader stories i am going to definitely work on and eventually publish...but not on tumblr. probably on ao3... and it wont be for a while.

but seriously—genuinely thank you all to those who like my writing. im not a very expressive person, but you guys have saved me from some really hard times with your sweet comments and asks and kindness. i read every single thing you send me and reblog i can promise you that.

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anyways, be well! peace n love

- velaena

(this is gonna be SOO dramatic if i change my mind and come back next week lolol)

BTW HAPPY 420

some char. analytics for the greatest fire lord to ever live

it’s important for zuko hat you care about how he feels, not some surface level expectation but someone who really gets him on a soul level. aside from one person in his whole life he’s been neglected and abused over and over again, and even though he grows into this exceptionally beautiful man he’s still carrying his pain. his reluctance to date you at first isn’t because his heart isn’t already yours—don’t ever mistake that tenderness for anything less. once he lets himself date you though he’s yours for life.

but it’s not without its shadows because he has massive ptsd. the willingness to stay right there beside him when those episodes hit is one of the biggest things he secretly looks for in you. he doesn’t expect you to baby or coddle him through the storm, just to acknowledge it softly and not turn away.

having kids and building a family matters so much to him too because you already share one sweet daughter… but you have to understand why more feels heavy for him, tracing all the way back to his own shattered family. he carries massive trauma around azula and he’s so scared of the world twisting your children into echoes of everything his relatives became.

it would take a long while to convince him to have another one, something you as his beloved wife would have to be okay holding space for with so much patience and love. but eventually i feel like your gentle presence will heal those old fears, and there would be this open, hopeful possibility for more.

it’s also important to note that zuko may feel it difficult to stray from your side because of those deep abandonment issues that still whisper in the quiet hours. he clings a little tighter, heart always reaching for reassurance that you’re really there, that this warmth between you won’t vanish like some long drawn out smoke. he wants so badly to make sure you never have to feel that hollow ache he knows too well—the fear of being left behind, forgotten in the dark. worth not a glance.

sometimes he worries his political duties pull him away too often, leaving you and his little ‘zumi waiting in the soft glow of the palace lanterns while scrolls and meetings steal his hours. those moments twist in his chest like old burns, making him question if he’s failing at being the steady presence you both deserve. but underneath it all, he just wants to be loved fully and to love you properly in return.

you become his safe harbor, the one who sees every fractured piece and still chooses to stay, turning his fears into something softer, something that feels like home at last. something that he feels like he deserves. something that feels like is his.

so sweet heart, be patient for your dear husband.

if you'd like to be in a zuko taglist please let me know! taggies : @miffysoo , @kombuchaaaaa , @waamp , @uchihabbynic , @silverianni , @ivyforeve , @xoxo-venus , @syubseokie

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u guys should send me aang/sokka/zuko requests 👀

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princess!reader x zuko (semi arranged) marriage … droolz .. hold me hand yall

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Voting ended onApr 18

#atla #zuko #zuko x reader

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zuko had never felt more like a complete idiot in his entire life, and that was saying something considering he once wore a blue spirit mask and tried to rob people for honor.

he had lied. flat out lied.

when you looked at him all soft and excited and asked if he wanted to take your relationship to the next level. he blurted out that yeah, of course he had done this before. now here he was, fire lord of the entire nation, sneaking through the back streets of the capital at dusk with his hood pulled low like some amateur spy instead of the guy who ended a war.

first he tried uncle iroh, who just smiled that infuriatingly wise smile and said something about “listening to the flame inside her heart” before offering him tea and zero actual tips.

then he cornered sokka in the training yard, whispering the question like it was a well guarded secret, only for sokka to laugh so hard he fell off a crate and yelled “zuko’s a virgin?! this is the best day ever!” loud enough that zuko had to tackle him to shut him up.

desperate and red faced, he ended up here, in a dingy little pub on the edge of the lower district that smelled like cheap beer and old sweat. the sign outside just said “the burning ember” and the moment he pushed the door open every conversation died.

a table of older, burly fire nation veterans — thick arms, bigger beards, scars that looked like they had stories — all turned to stare at the nervous figure in the doorway.

one of them, a mountain of a man with a braided beard and a missing tooth, squinted through the haze of pipe smoke. “you look like you’re carrying the weight of the whole damn world, kid. pull up a stool before you fall over.”

zuko kept his head down, voice low and muffled under the hood as he shuffled over and sat. “i… i need advice,” he muttered, staring hard at the sticky table. “intimate advice. with a woman. i may have… exaggerated my experience. and… i need to know how to make her feel good without looking like a total fool.”

dead silence for half a second.

then the laughter came back ten times louder. mugs slammed down. one guy nearly choked on his drink while the bearded one slapped zuko on the back so hard he nearly face planted into his own lap.

“oh kid, you came to the right drunks,” the big one grinned, wiping tears from his eyes. “alright, baby bird, lesson one: slow the fuck down. she ain’t a battlefield. you ask her what feels good. you watch her face like it’s the most important thing in the world. and for the fire lord’s sake, use your fingers first— gentle circles on her clit, not like you’re trying to start a fire with two sticks.”

zuko buried his face in his hands, mortified but scribbling mental notes like his life depended on it while the table of burly men turned into the most enthusiastic, loud, and surprisingly wholesome sex-ed class he had ever endured.

after enduring it for a while longer, it got the best of him.

he shot up from the stool so fast it scraped loudly across the floor, nearly knocking it over, and mumbled a hurried “thank you” under his breath while yanking his hood lower.

the whole table erupted again.

“good luck, kid!” the braided-beard guy bellowed, raising his mug like a toast.

“don’t forget the circles!” another one shouted after him.

“and breathe with her, you hear?” a third voice called, laughing so hard it cracked.

zuko bolted out the door like the pub was on fire, cheeks burning hotter than any flame he could bend, the sound of their booming laughter chasing him down the dark street until he turned the corner and disappeared into the night.

back at the palace he paced his chambers for hours, repeating every scrap of advice under his breath like a desperate mantra. slow down. ask her. watch her face. gentle circles. treat her like she’s the most important thing in the world. he practiced breathing, practiced touching his own wrist to test pressure, practiced whispering “is this okay?” to the empty room until he felt equal parts ridiculous and determined.

he washed up, changed into his softest sleep robes, and stared at himself in the mirror with serious eyes. “you can do this,” he told his reflection. “you faced azula. you faced father. you can make her feel good.”

the next day dragged like molasses. political meetings blurred together, scrolls and diplomats and endless talk of trade routes, but his mind kept drifting to tonight. when the last duty finally ended he changed quickly and headed straight for your modest house on the quieter side of the city.

with every step his stomach tightened. you can do this zuko, he told himself, fists clenched at his sides. you’ve done way more nerve wracking things. you jumped off a ship into the ocean. you dueled your sister. this is just… this is just being with the person you love.

but then one line from the pub slammed into him like a punch to the gut.

treat her like she’s the most important thing in the world.

his steps faltered for half a second. his serious, composed fire lord face stayed perfectly still, jaw set, posture straight, but inside his mind spiraled wildly. what if he got it wrong? what if his hands shook too much? what if he touched you the wrong way and you realized he had lied? what if he disappointed you after you had been so patient and kind and perfect? the weight of it sat heavy in his chest, making his breath come a little shorter even as he kept walking forward, the evening lanterns glowing softly along the path to your door.

he stopped just outside, hand hovering inches from knocking, heart hammering so loud he was sure you could hear it from inside. you can do this, he repeated silently, swallowing hard. just… treat her like she’s the most important thing in the world.

he knocked softly, knuckles barely making a sound against the wood because his hand was still trembling just a little from the spiral in his head. treat her like she’s the most important thing in the world. the words kept looping louder than his own heartbeat. he swallowed hard and waited.

the door opened after a moment and there you were.

zuko felt himself melt straight into a pool of pure helpless love right there on your doorstep. you wore a simple dress that hugged every soft curve of your body like it had been made just to remind him how lucky he was, the fabric draping in all the right places and catching the low light in such an elegant way that made his mouth go dry.

your hair was done up in that exact style you always called your favorite, the one that framed your face so perfectly it made his chest ache with how beautiful you looked, how real, how his.

you smiled bright and warm, giving a little wave before reaching out to grab his hand and gently drag him inside. “hi zuko! how was your day sweet heart?”

he stepped in after you, closing the door behind him, and suddenly felt so underdressed in his plain robes next to how radiant you were. he chuckled, the sound a little nervous but soft. “it’s okay. we couldn’t reach a resolution on a trade deal and so we have to go over it again tomorrow. i’d really like to get a move on.” he sighed and bent down to slip his shoes off, setting them neatly by the door. “im sorry. i don’t want to bother you with work stuff.”

you turned to him right away, stepping close and pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek that made his eyes flutter shut for a second. “nonsense. i completely understand your frustration. please by all means talk to me about your feelings.”

he chuckled again, quieter this time, the warmth of your lips still lingering on his skin while the nervous knot in his stomach twisted even tighter. oh how lucky he was to have such a considerate woman like you in his life, someone who listened without judgment making it feel like a chore and duty.

he looked at you and tipped your chin up with two gentle fingers so your eyes met his, that soft gaze full of quiet determination and something deeper, warmer.

then he kisses you slowly, softly. you giggled softly into his mouth, the sound light and happy, and reached up to unclasp the band holding his hair back, letting those dark strands you were definitely not jealous of tumble loose and flow behind his shoulders like silk.

he pulled you closer right away, arms wrapping tighter as his hands slid down your back and squeezed your ass with just enough pressure to make your breath hitch, then he lifted you clean off the floor like you weighed nothing.

you yelped in surprise, a little laugh bubbling out as your legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, arms looping around his neck to hold on while he carried you toward your bedroom without missing a step.

he only pulled his mouth away from yours for a moment when he crossed the threshold, just long enough to make sure he didn’t bump you into the doorframe.

that's when you took the chance immediately, leaning in to kiss his neck tenderly, your lips still swollen from the kiss and pressing extra warm and flush against his skin.

zuko was already hard, aching and straining against his robes from the second he saw you in that dress, but the sudden soft heat of your mouth on his neck hit him like a big bang. he stopped dead in the middle of the room, every muscle tensing up tight as he fought the overwhelming rush that nearly pushed him right over the edge right there.

his breath caught sharp and shaky, hands gripping your thighs a little harder while he willed himself not to come undone like some nervous boy who had never been touched before.

he swallowed hard, forehead resting against your temple for a second, trying to steady the wild beat of his heart before he carried you the last few steps to the bed

you pulled back just enough to look at him, genuine concern softening your eyes as your fingers brushed his cheek. “zuko… are you okay?” you asked softly, voice full of nothing but care.

he let out a quiet laugh, the sound a little shaky but cool enough to cover the panic, and shook his head like it was nothing. “sorry im fine,” he murmured, lips brushing your temple. “i just thought i forgot something important for a second.”

you nodded, believing him completely, and leaned in to kiss along his jaw with that same tender care, lips warm and a little hungry against his skin.

the groan that left him was low and deep, pulled straight from his chest because he was already enjoying this far too much, every gentle press of your mouth sending sparks racing down his spine. his hands flexed on your thighs as he carried you the last few steps and set you down on the edge of the bed with carefulness.

he sat beside you right away, knees sinking into the mattress, and drew you back into another kiss, soft slow and focused, lips moving against yours like he was savoring every second. his hands stayed respectful, one cupping your face, the other resting lightly at your waist, but inside his head he was desperately running through the lines from the pub like a lifeline.

slow down. ask her. watch her face. gentle circles. treat her like she’s the most important thing in the world.

he kept repeating them over and over, clinging to every word because he was so focused on not messing this up, on not turning your first time together into something disappointing or clumsy or forgettable.

but your scent kept wrapping around him, warm and sweet and so uniquely you that it made his thoughts fog. every little moan you let out against his mouth pulled his focus apart. your soft skin under his palms felt too perfect, too warm, too inviting, and he had to fight to stay steady, to keep every touch deliberate and right so you would remember this as something beautiful instead of something he rushed or ruined.

he kissed you deeper anyway, tongue brushing yours with aching care, trying so hard to stay in control while his heart hammered against his chest and every distraction made the ache between his legs throb even harder.

he was determined. he was nervous. and right now, with you in his arms and your soft sounds filling the quiet room, he was already falling apart in the best possible way.

he hitched your dress up slowly, palms sliding along your thighs, and you parted from the kiss just long enough to lift it over your head and toss it aside, leaving you bare beneath him. his breath caught sharp as he drank in the sight of you, but he didn’t stop. he reached for his own robe, tugging at the ties with shaky fingers until you sat up a little and helped him, your hands gentle and steady as you pushed the fabric from his shoulders and down his arms. once he was left in nothing but his underwear, the outline of how hard he already was impossible to ignore, he joined you again, half crawling over your body until his weight settled warm and solid between your legs.

his hand found your thigh and gripped it gently, thumb stroking the soft skin there like he needed the support. then he started to execute the plan, every word from the pub echoing in his head like a desperate chant. he kissed you slow and deep, the way the men had suggested, tongue sliding against yours with aching care while his breath trembled between you. he pulled back only to trail his mouth lower, lips brushing over your neck, then your collarbone, then the soft plane of your stomach, each kiss taking it’s time.

his hands shook just a little when he parted your thighs wider, eyes flicking up to yours every few seconds, wide and uncertain, searching your face like it held the answer to every fear he carried. “is… is that okay?” he whispered, voice cracking with nerves as his fingers traced gentle circles exactly where they had told him, slow careful and focused.

“does… that feel good?”

you hummed softly, the approving little noises spilling from your lips like the sweetest reward, each one sending a rush of bliss straight through him and making his chest tighten with relief and want all at once. he kept going, eyes locked on you, every shaky breath and soft sound from you pulling him deeper into the moment while he clung to the hope that he was doing this right for you.

he continued the slow, gentle circles on your clit, trying so hard to focus on the way your body responded, the soft sounds you made, the way your hips shifted ever so slightly. but the longer it went on the more nervous he became. his palm grew clammy against your skin, a light sheen of sweat forming on his forehead and back. without realizing it his grip on your thigh tightened a little too much, fingers digging in with more pressure than before.

you noticed immediately. your hand moved to his shoulder first, then gently cupped his cheek, pulling him out of the intense little trance he had fallen into.

“zuko… are you truly alright?” you asked softly, voice full of genuine concern.

he froze completely. his hand stilled between your thighs. for a long second he just looked at you, cheeks flushed a deep red that spread all the way to his scar, eyes wide and vulnerable.

then the truth came rushing out of him in a shaky, breathless tumble.

“i’m not experienced,” he confessed, voice barely above a whisper, cracking with embarrassment. “i lied. when you asked… i got so flustered. i didn’t want to disappoint you. i wanted to be good for you so badly that i actually asked random old men in a pub for advice and now i feel stupid but i just… i want to make you feel good. really good.”

you stared at him for half a second, then a soft, fond laugh bubbled up from your chest. you cupped his face with both hands and pulled him into a deep, loving kiss, pouring all your affection into it.

when you finally pulled back, your eyes were shining with warmth and something sweeter.

“that is the cutest, sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me,” you murmured against his lips, thumbs gently brushing over his flushed cheekbones. “zuko… you don’t have to pretend with me. i love that you tried so hard. it’s okay, my love.”

he let out a shaky breath of pure relief, the tension in his shoulders melting just a little. you kissed him once more, slower and deeper this time, before gently taking his hand and guiding it back between your thighs, pressing his fingers against your warmth again.

“do you want to learn?” you asked softly, voice warm and sultry as you looked straight into his eyes.

he nodded immediately, earnest and aching, eyes wide with hope. “yes. please,” he breathed. “how can i pleasure you better? show me… i want to know everything that makes you feel good.”

you smiled, sweet and a little teasing, and slowly took his hand in yours, guiding his fingers exactly where you needed them most. your voice dropped into a low, breathy whisper as you moved his fingertips against your slick heat.

“like this, baby… slower at first,” you murmured, pressing his fingers into gentle circles over your swollen clit. “feel how wet i am for you already? that’s all because of you.”

zuko’s breath hitched, his eyes darkening with a mix of intense focus and raw want as he watched your face like it held the answer he’d look for. you showed him the rhythm you liked, guiding the pressure, the speed, the way his fingers should glide.

“a little more pressure here… yes, just like that,” you sighed, letting a soft, purposeful moan slip from your lips when he hit the perfect spot. “listen to my breathing… when i start sounding like this — that means you’re doing it so right.”

he followed your lead beautifully, the initial awkwardness melting away into something deeper — pure, stubborn piety. his fingers moved with growing confidence, learning every twitch of your hips, every flutter of your walls, every hitch in your breath. when you guided one of his long fingers to your entrance and slowly pushed it inside you, zuko let out a shaky groan at the velvety heat that surrounded him.

“does that feel good?” he asked again, quieter this time, but his voice was now thick with hunger instead of just nerves.

you nodded, lips parted on a pleased sigh as you guided his hand deeper. “so good, baby… keep going. curl your fingers a little… right there. oh zuko…”

he groaned softly, forehead dropping to rest against your shoulder as he obeyed, curling his finger exactly how you showed him while his thumb continued those perfect circles on your clit. every little sound you made, every roll of your hips, every breathy “just like that” from your lips made something warm and profoundly serene bloom in his chest.

for the first time that night, the heavy fear of disappointing you started to fade, replaced by something even stronger — the overwhelming need to learn you, to worship you, to become so good at this that you never wanted anyone else’s hands on you again.

he was still nervous, still a little shaky, but he was utterly, completely yours. and he was learning fast.

you kept guiding him with patient, breathy instructions, your hand gently wrapped around his wrist to show him the exact rhythm and pressure that made sparks dance up your spine. zuko smiled softly into every kiss you gave him, the curve of his lips warm and genuine against yours even as your groans grew louder and needier, his eyes half shut with wonder at how beautifully you were falling apart under his touch.

you could feel yourself building, slow and steady and overwhelming, that sweet heat coiling tighter in your core with every curl of his fingers and every perfect circle of his thumb. your hand slid up to grip his shoulder, nails digging in just a little as you pressed your lips close to his ear, soft breathy moans and whimpers spilling out just for him.

eventually you pulled back enough to look at him, cheeks flushed and eyes glassy. “i’m getting so close zuko,” you whispered, voice trembling with pleasure. “i’m so proud of you my love… you’re doing so good for me.”

his breath caught at your words, something bright and awed flashing across his face before he leaned in and kissed you again, deep and hungry. full of all the love and relief he couldn’t quite put into sentences. his fingers never stopped, moving exactly the way you had taught him, steady and soft until the coil inside you finally snapped.

you came hard around his fingers with a broken moan that he swallowed greedily, your walls fluttering and pulsing as waves of heat crashed through you. he kept kissing you through every tremor, only pulling away when both of you were heaving for air, foreheads pressed together and lips still brushing with every shaky exhale.

zuko’s chest rose and fell rapidly against yours, his own breath ragged and warm as he stared at you like you were the most incredible thing he had ever seen. a shy, happy little smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, cheeks still flushed dark with nerves and pride all mixed together. “did… did i do okay?” he asked softly, voice husky and full of hope, fingers still gently stroking you through the aftershocks like he never wanted to stop touching you.

you kissed him one more time, slow and deep, full of warmth, before pulling back just enough to nod, eyes shining with pride. “you did perfect,” you whispered against his lips, a soft laugh bubbling up from your chest. “you are such a natural born lover, zuko.”

he blinked at you, cheeks still flushed, a shy little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth like he couldn’t quite believe the words. you shifted beneath him, voice dropping into something warmer, sultrier.

“it’s your turn.”

your hand slid down his stomach and slipped beneath the fabric of his underwear, palming his cock where it strained hard and aching for you.

zuko’s breath hitched sharply. “wait—” he started, eyes widening, but the word died instantly the second your fingers wrapped around him.

the overwhelming sensation of your warm, sure touch combined with the absolute obsession he already felt for you hit him like a tidal wave. by the third slow pump of your hand he was gone, hips jerking forward with a broken gasp as he came hard, spilling into the cloth in hot, sudden pulses.

he froze the moment it happened, eyes flying open in mortified panic. “i’m sorry— i didn’t mean to— that was too fast, i—” the apologies tumbled out in a rush, his face burning darker than his scar.

but you just kept stroking him gently through it, humming a soft, soothing sound against his neck. “it’s okay, my love,” you murmured, voice sweet and steady, lips brushing his skin. “your pleasure is my pleasure. i want all of it.”

zuko’s protest melted away under your touch, his forehead dropping to your shoulder as another shaky breath left him, relief and fresh want flooding through his body. he was still trembling, still overwhelmed, but the way you held him so tenderly made something warm and safe settle deep in his chest.

you kept stroking him slow and gentle at first, thumb circling the sensitive tip of his cock in lazy little spirals while your other fingers wrapped around the base. “does that feel good, baby?” you asked softly, voice warm and teasing against his ear.

zuko was already panting like a dog in heat, chest heaving fast and shallow, eye glassy as he nodded frantically against your shoulder. he tried to answer but the words came out in broken, incoherent mumbles, little cries of pleasure spilling from his lips every time your thumb swiped over the slick head.

“y-yeah… oh… feels… so—” he gasped, the rest dissolving into a shaky whine as you pumped him once, twice, three times.

you smiled against his hair and kept going, stroking him with steady, loving pressure while you waited for a real answer. when he still couldn’t form full sentences you tilted your head and asked again, softer this time, “tell me, zuko… does my hand feel good on you?”

he tucked his face deeper into the crook of your neck, lips brushing your skin as he finally managed a wrecked little whimper. “yes… fuck yes… please don’t stop—”

that was when you reached for the small bowl of clean water on your nightstand. with a gentle flick of your wrist you bent it, drawing the cool liquid out in a shimmering ribbon that wrapped around his cock like liquid silk. the sudden temperature change made him gasp sharply, hips jerking up into your hand on instinct.

“is that okay?” you whispered, pausing just long enough to check his face.

he nodded quickly, breath hot against your neck. “—feels so damn good,” he groaned, voice cracking with how overwhelmed he already was.

the water made everything slicker, smoother, turning every stroke into something fluid and sinful. you took full advantage, one hand gliding up and down his shaft while the other focused on the tip, thumb and fingers teasing and twisting in perfect rhythm. the wet sounds filled the quiet room, mixing with his louder moans that he couldn’t hold back anymore.

he whined your name, high and desperate, when you didn’t answer right away. you kept working him slow and intentional, letting the tension build until he whined again, louder this time, a broken curse slipping out between gasps. “fuck… that feels so damn good—please—”

you hummed softly against his temple, pressing a gentle kiss there while your hands never stopped their loving torture. you kept stroking him with slick, fluid rhythm, water making every glide smooth and velvety for him while your thumb teased his tip in tight little circles. zuko’s moans grew louder, needier, his hips twitching up into your hand as the pleasure built higher and higher until he couldn’t hold back anymore.

“my love… please,” he gasped, voice wrecked and trembling. “i need to be inside you… i can’t take it anymore…”

you slowed just enough to look at him, eyes soft with love. “you want to cum again, baby?”

he shook his head fast, desperate

you asked once more, gentle and sure, “are you sure?”

he nodded hard, forehead pressed to yours, breath hot and shaky against your lips. “please… i can’t… i really need to feel you… all of you… right now…”

you smiled softly and bent the water away in one smooth motion, guiding it back into the bowl on the nightstand. the second it left his skin he surged forward, crashing his mouth to yours in a deep, hungry kiss. you kissed him back just as fiercely, tongues sliding together while he crawled fully over you, settling between your thighs like he belonged there.

you were already wrapping your legs around his waist, ready to pull him even closer, when his hands found your hips. he gripped them firmly and tugged you down the bed in one smooth motion, lining your bodies up perfectly. the sudden confident pull sent a fresh wave of heat rushing through you, turning you on even more.

he broke the kiss just enough to rest his forehead against yours, breathing hard, still visibly nervous but more determined now, cheeks flushed dark. “can i… can i put it inside?” he whispered, voice cracking with want.

you nodded, eyes locked on his. he nodded back, swallowing hard, then reached down with a shaky hand and guided his flushed, leaking tip to your entrance.

the moment he pushed forward you both gasped at the same time, the stretch of him sliding slowly into your heat pulling broken moans from both your throats. zuko’s moan came louder, almost a cry, raw and overwhelmed as he sank deeper, inch by inch, until he was buried completely inside you, hips flush against yours.

“oh my—” he choked out, voice trembling with how good it felt, every muscle in his body tight as he fought to stay still and let you adjust, eyes wide and shining with awe, love, and pure desperate need.

he starts to move, slow and careful, easing his hips back before pressing forward again with a shaky breath. the feeling of how impossibly tight and warm you are around him is almost too much. he has to bite the inside of his cheek hard to keep from cumming right then, every gentle thrust letting him sink deeper into your wetness until he’s completely coated in your arousal, your slick heat hugging him so perfectly it makes his head spin.

his eyes stay fixed on your face the entire time. your eyes are shut tight in pure ecstasy, lips parted, lashes fluttering against your cheeks with every slow roll of his hips. the sight makes something deep in his chest ache with love and disbelief that this is really happening, that you’re letting him have you like this.

eventually your eyes flutter open, hazy and full of pleasure, and you whisper his name, sweet and breathless. “zuko…”

the sound of it makes him groan quietly. he keeps thrusting in and out with tender care, deep but unhurried strokes that let you feel every inch of him while he drinks in every little expression that crosses your face. his hands stay planted on your hips, holding you gently as he moves, still so focused on making this perfect for you even as his own body trembles with the effort of holding himself back.

you tell him softly, voice breathy and full of trust, “you can go a little faster or rougher when you are ready my love.”

zuko nods quickly, as he leans down to kiss you once more, slow and deep, before he shifts his hips. he pushes in deeper this time, bottoming out completely inside you with one smooth thrust that makes you both gasp sharply. the sudden full stretch pulls a broken moan from your throat while he lets out a low, wrecked groan, forehead dropping to yours like the feeling is almost too much to handle.

“oh my love— you feel so good,” he whispers, voice shaky, before he starts to move again, trying to go faster and deeper like you said he could. his thrusts pick up pace, hips snapping forward with more force now, each one driving him all the way to the hilt and making your whole body jolt under him.

you are getting absolutely railed, the intensity hitting you hard because he stature is so much bigger than you, thick and long and completely lost in the heat of it. every deep stroke knocks the breath from your lungs, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room as he bottoms out again and again, the head of his cock pressing right against that perfect spot inside you with every thrust.

he doesn’t realize yet how much power is behind each movement, how the sheer size of him combined with his eager, inexperienced force is turning every thrust into something overwhelming. he is still so focused on you, eyes flicking to your face between strokes, but the pleasure has him moving harder than he means to, hips rolling faster, chasing the way your walls flutter and squeeze around him like you were made for this.

“love… is this… is this okay?” he pants against your mouth, voice cracking even as he keeps driving into you deeper, faster, the bed creaking softly under the rhythm while he loses himself in the feeling of you taking every inch of him so perfectly.

you both get lost in it completely, the room filled with nothing but the wet slap of skin, broken gasps, and the sound of your names tumbling from each other’s lips like they’re the only words left in the world.

“zuko— zuko—” you cry out, voice cracking on every deep thrust as he drives into you harder, faster, the stretch of him so perfect it makes your head spin.

he moans back your name, raw and needy, hips snapping forward with that eager force that has you seeing stars.

his rhythm starts to falter as he feels himself building again, that tight coil in his stomach pulling unbearably sweet. he slows just enough to look down at you, sweat glistening on his scar, eyes hazy with need.

“where… where do you want me to cum?” he pants, voice wrecked, still buried so deep inside you it makes you whimper. “tell me, please— i need to know—”

in your broken, pleasure drunk haze you can barely think, only feel the way he’s splitting you open so beautifully. “inside,” you beg, nails digging into his back. “inside me, zuko— please—”

he stills for a split second, eyes wide even as his hips keep rolling in tiny, desperate circles. “are you sure?” he breathes, voice trembling with how close he already is.

you’re too far gone, too lost in the feeling of his thick cock dragging against every perfect spot inside you, so you just nod frantically, hair fanned out across the sheets like a dark halo, eyes half shut in pure cloud-nine bliss. “yesyesyessss— please zuko, fill me up, i want it—”

the sight of you like that — completely wrecked, taking every inch of his dick so perfectly, lips parted on those breathy pleas, face flushed and glowing with pleasure — it completely undoes him.

you hadn’t even realized until you squeezed around him tightly as your own orgasm crashed through you, walls fluttering and pulsing so perfectly that it made his eyes roll back. you cried out his name loud and broken, “zuko—!!” while he buried himself as deep as he could go, groaning your name one last time, long and broken, and he finally lets go.

his hips jerk hard against yours, pulsing deep inside you while he spills everything, hot and thick and endless, filling you exactly the way you begged him to. his forehead drops to yours, mouths brushing in messy, open kisses as he rides it out, trembling and moaning softly into you. he wraps his arms around you so tight it almost knocked the air right out of your lungs. your legs stayed locked around his waist, bodies pressed flush and trembling while the kiss turned deep and desperate, tongues sliding slow and sweet even as you both shook with aftershocks.

when you finally pulled back for air, you stayed close, trading soft little pecks between heavy, shared breaths, chests heaving against each other. soft laughter bubbled up from both of you at the same time, giddy and relieved and so full of love it made your eyes sting.

zuko nuzzled his nose against yours, still buried deep inside you, voice husky and shy when he asked, “how… how’d i do?”

you raised both brows in disbelief, still catching your breath, and let out a breathless little laugh. “oh.” you completely forgot, “ right— fuck, i can’t even begin to tell you.”

he laughed too, warm and bright, the sound rumbling through his chest as he grabbed you and rolled you both so you were tucked safely under the covers with him, bodies still tangled and warm. he pulled you close against his chest, one arm wrapped around your waist, the other hand gently stroking your hair while he pressed lazy kisses to your forehead.

“good,” he whispered, smiling against your skin, voice soft and full of wonder. “because i’m never going to stop learning how to make you feel that good… every single night if you’ll let me.”

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